At the heart of Astralis, crystal halls shimred open to endless star-filled vistas, with thrones of pure potential set in friendly circles and floors aglow with constellations that drifted like living dreams.
The air was laced with soft lodies of possibility and the sweet scent of night flowers, their rose-gold motes floating gently in the glow.
Nia lounged sprawled across a vast void-silk divan, tall and imposing at 6’7", her long jet-black hair streaked with white flowing like dark rivers over the cushions.
Four black-and-white horns arched regally from her brow, while twelve imnse wings of multicolored fla tipped in hungry crimson rested lazily behind her.
On her forehead, a void-black sun mark pulsed faintly with a steady, obsessive rhythm.
Even at ease, she exuded a yandere intensity—eyes like endless voids rimd with crimson fla sweeping the hall with possessive warmth, her dark armor hugging every curve while thrumming with a restrained, ravenous hunger.
Beside her, Katherine lounged with effortless grace—white hair streaked with faint crimson cascading freely, refined features, eyes glowing a steady crimson that masked an intense devotion beneath a serene exterior, her form draped in blood-essence silks that rippled like living veins.
They lounged in bored repose—limbs loosely tangled, the aftermath of slaughter lingering in faint crimson sars on armor and the subtle necrotic scent clinging to the air, a pause from wiping out the last of the Noctis and Nocturne Vampire remnants.
Nia let out a dramatic sigh, wings giving a restless twitch.
"Eight centuries of slaughtering our way through... and now? Just boredom. Those vampires died screaming beautifully, but without him, it’s all... hollow."
Katherine chuckled softly, tracing lazy patterns in the air that blossod into fleeting blood-red roses before vanishing.
"Yeah, who are you telling? We painted universes in crimson. But man, it’s hard not to miss that guy."
They chatted lazily—recounting past conquests, playfully teasing over their shared yandere quirks, laughter drifting gently through the vast hall.
Then Nia straightened slightly, her gaze softening with uncharacteristic vulnerability.
"Katherine... co with to the Narakava?"
Katherine’s brow lifted at that, aware of the ongoing war and the slight connection, but still finding it a bit random. Nia sighed, as if reading her thoughts.
"Look, I know Ashy will probably go there eventually. But I miss my mom!" she admitted.
Truthfully, she wasn’t on bad terms with Shia either.
She just hated the rumors and nonsense Shia used to spread about Ash.
Anyone opposing Ash was an enemy by default, though that didn’t an she disliked her—Shia had never caused physical harm. She had only told blatant lies that the nobles were all too eager to believe.
Not only had she been keeping tabs on her mother for the past eight centuries, but she had also watched her in battle many tis.
Katherine’s crimson eyes softened, her easy smile spreading.
"Oh? Who’d have guessed you could miss anyone besides Ash?"
They stood, stretching in perfect unison, auras flickering for a mont as they made their way toward the palace’s grand archway that opened to the Astralis skies.
As they stepped into the corridor, rose-gold light swirled around them, and Elysia and Creara appeared in bursts of playful energy.
Elysia, with long white hair flowing like moonlight, four elegant horns, and white eyes gleaming with mischief, floated with her hands on her hips.
Beside her, Creara mirrored her elegance, her hair a rose-gold essence shifting through hues of creation, eyes like white voids alive with dancing colors, wings shimring with potential light, and a smile both warm and teasing.
Both were in their small spirit forms.
By now, everyone was well acquainted with Elysia and Creara, and they had even learned about the existence of the multiverse. Still, they weren’t allowed to see it or interact with any of the beings within.
Not yet anyway. At the mont, Ash was conducting a bit of an experint and wouldn’t let anyone disturb them—not even himself—until he felt it was ready.
"Oh~?" Elysia purred with a playful, yandere lilt. "Sneaking off without Master? He might not be too pleased about that..."
Creara giggled, covering her mouth.
"Awww, our little sisters are planning to visit family? How adorable. But you know how possessive Ashy is—he might get jealous."
Nia froze, wings flaring instinctively, obsessive worry flashing in her eyes. "He... wouldn’t..."
Katherine tensed, subtle but clear—devotion edged with concern.
The spirits burst into laughter—Elysia clutching her sides, Creara wiping away a playful tear.
"Got you!" Elysia teased.
Creara waved her hand, rose-gold light weaving into two delicate bracelets brimming with infinite potential, glowing softly.
"Hehe, take these. They’ll teleport you anywhere you want, as often as you like. Now, go spend ti with your mother and et the rest of your family. Master would want you to have this mont."
She spoke the truth... she was his heart, after all.
Nia and Katherine shared relieved glances—smiles returning as they slipped on the bracelets.
With a flash—they vanished, reappearing directly in the 19th Universe ho of the Narakava and more specifically right in the world of Nara.
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As always, even in the midst of war, Nara was wrapped in "friendly" conflict—vast, interconnected continents stretching across light-years, scarred by endless battle lust, crimson forges spewing war-fla into blood-red skies.
The air thick with the roars of clashing hordes and the distant cries of slaughtered beasts, the ground quaking beneath the steps of colossal Asura warriors.
Nia breathed in deeply—the scent of blood and fury was familiar, almost comforting. "This... feels Asura-esque, right?"
Katherine shrugged, a laid-back smile spreading as her blood-silks rippled in the hot wind.
"Suppose so? I never t purebreds myself. Word is they’re total psychos."
Nia chuckled, wings parting slightly as they soared over the scarred plains. "Compared to us? Hard to say who’s really psycho."
They chatted with ease—sisterly banter in full swing.
Katherine teasing Nia’s obsession, Nia ribbing Katherine’s hidden quirks, both laughing quietly over their shared devotion to Ash, the world below just a distant murmur as they flew toward the Asura heartlands.
A task prompt blood before them in rose-gold script, but it wasn’t Elysia’s voice—rather, Creara’s warm, playful tones echoed in the air.
[Task: Join and help the Asuras win the war... End it in the most Primavus way imaginable.
Reward: Anything your heart desires—Creara’s promise~]
Katherine grinned, a spark of desire lighting her eyes.
"Oh? These spirits are quite delightful, aren’t they?"
Nia’s expression went flat at the comnt.
"Sure... when they’re not convinced Ash belongs solely to them!"
[UMMMM, HE DOES!] Creara and Elysia chid in playfully. The two Primavus spirits loved to tease these particular won, knowing they were the biggest yanderes of them all.
And while their tone was teasing, they were absolutely serious.
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