[July 29th DxD/March 22nd DBT]
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"Aaaaaah, that smells great! I can't wait to see and taste the amazing dishes Vahn has cooked for us today...!" exclaimed Percedal, practically bursting into the ship's galley with a broad, fanged smile. He had spent the morning firing off cannonballs at random rock formations and large shadows he thought were sea monsters, so he was in a fantastic mood.
"Do you have to shout every time you open your mouth...?" asked Eva, her expression and tone flat as she emerged from the kitchen area wearing an apron and cooking mitts. In her hands was a sizeable, seventy-five-liter stock pot, but she had no trouble carrying it. Rather, she insisted on doing so.
"We still had a bunch of Atlas Crab left over from yesterday's dinner, so for today's lunch, we mixed it with Garlic Crab and Golden Roux to create a dish we're calling Golden Atlas Curry," explained Vahn, trailing after Eva with an equally enormous steamer full of rice. Behind him was Amalia, but as she was both more and less stubborn than Eva, her hands were free as she saw no reason to carry things that Vahn could just as easily store and take out of his Inventory.
"Well, whatever it is, it smells great~!" chimed Yugo, beaming from ear to ear as he waited at the wooden dining table he had diligently cleaned and set for everyone twenty minutes prior. He had previously offered to lend a hand in the kitchen. But when he saw that Vahn had self-stirring pots and knives that expertly processed ingredients and vegetables as if they were being wielded by invisible, highly skilled Chefs, he realized he had nothing to contribute but his company.
"Make sure to eat a lot. These ingredients are packed with nutrients and gourmet cells that strengthen innate abilities and can turn an otherwise ordinary person into a superhuman," explained Vahn, piquing the interest of everyone seated at the table.
"Are you saying we get stronger each time we eat your cooking...?" asked Percedal, looking between Vahn and the food topping his plate with a hint of hesitation and internal conflict. The flavor and aroma were god-like, but as someone who believed in the value of hard work and personal effort, it didn't feel right to grow stronger from simply eating.
Seeing through Percedal's thoughts, Vahn exhaled faintly from his nose and pointed out, "Technically speaking, you get stronger from everything you eat and drink. Without proper nutrition, it wouldn't matter how hard a person trained. You require protein, electrolytes, glucose, and many other nutrients to promote muscle growth and to maintain your health. The food I cook definitely gives you an advantage over the average person, but the reason people become powerful is because they choose to be or because they have something they want to protect."
"Then I'm going to stuff myself like a Gobbowl," stated Yugo, adopting a toothy, bright-eyed smile as he asserted, "That way, I'll have the power to protect my dad, all my friends, the people from our village, and the family I'm hoping to find on Oma Island~!"
"That's an excellent mentality to have, Yugo..." affirmed Eva, adopting a smile of her own and nodding approvingly.
"I know, right? He might not be able to compare to Vahn, but Yugo is a really incredible person~" chimed Amalia, followed by her contentedly slurping the leaf-green shake Vahn had prepared especially for her. As she did, her healthy brown skin and moss-green hair took on a faint glow, accompanied by the flower adorning her head blooming vivaciously and releasing a pleasant aroma.
"Well...not everything has to be a competition, Amalia. Vahn and I are friends, not rivals..." remarked Yugo, his earnest smile cramping slightly. Vahn smiled and nodded approvingly at this, but as Amalia generally lived in a version of reality that revolved entirely around her interpretations, her response was to meet Yugo's gaze with a slight head tilt before shrugging and finishing off her shake.
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"Try it again and lose a hand..." warned Eva, returning some levity to the discussion even as she stabbed the table between her and Percedal with a fork. Out of curiosity, he had tried to grab and sample her pale lavender shake, but she effortlessly blocked the attempt and gave him a withering stare that sent a chill through his body and compelled him to issue a dry, awkward apology...
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"Mmnnnngh...it feels like even my bones have been turned to soft clay..." groaned Amalia, lying face down atop a sweat-absorbing massage table in the ship's sauna, her naked body glistening with a mix of oil and sweat as two Vahns gave her and Eva massages on wide, knee-high tables that allowed him to sprout additional appendages.
"I'll interpret that to mean you're enjoying yourself~" hummed Vahn, his aquamarine eyes shimmering with a faint rainbow hue as his many hands traced the contours of Amalia's body, sending waves of light that only he could see rippling through it. He could see the pleasure coursing through her body. But instead of allowing it to build, he counteracted it with warm, palliative energy that kept her toeing the line between sexual arousal and comfort-induced contentedness.
"Every moment we spend together is like a dream...one I hope to never awaken from..." answered Amalia, raising her butt and tucking her knees beneath her body. In response, Vahn tilted his head slightly, enjoying the view with a natural smolder before positioning himself behind her with his legs straddling the table. Then, without hesitation, he spread the hot and hairless lips of her pussy, exposing their steamy pink interior and eagerly twitching entrance to the ministrations of his inordinately long and highly dexterous tongue.
"I recognize this pattern..." remarked Eva, exhaling an exasperated, heat-tinged sigh as she rolled onto her right side and pulled her left knee up to her chest. Her words and sigh made it seem like she was complaining, but the expectation in her narrowed green eyes as she glanced at Vahn made it clear that Amalia wasn't the only one yearning for more.
"This is a great angle for you...it makes you look even more beautiful and alluring..." hummed Vahn, drawing closer to Eva and guiding her left leg to hook around him. His left hand glided smoothly across the warm and oiled surface of her upper left thigh while his right traced the beautiful contours of her round and perky bottom, allowing him to pull her closer as his cock parted her hot and ruddy vulva, burying itself deep inside her even hotter, rapidly pulsating pussy.
"Then I suppose I'll hold it for a while so you can admire me..." countered Eva, her green eyes shimmering with scarcely contained passion as she held Vahn's gaze for several seconds. It was a point of pride for her not to come across as easy as her Princess, but if he were to ask her to have sex with him in the middle of a public square, she wouldn't hesitate for even a moment—trusting that he would either have a good reason for doing so or the means to prevent them from being observed directly.
"Hmm? What is it...?" asked Eva.
"Is something the matter...?" questioned Amalia, both women noticing at the same time that something was amiss as Vahn, rather abruptly, paused all movement.
"We have a visitor..." answered Vahn, both pairs of his eyes narrowing as he looked downward, his senses extending past the beauties before him, the tables under them, and the rest of the ship to lock onto the colossal, Sea King-sized squid that was swimming adjacent to them, four hundred meters deep. It was thus far the largest creature he had seen in the World of Twelve, but what caught his attention was the energy—the Wakfu that was flowing through it. It was nearly the same as Yugo's, but there was a second energy flowing through it in a harmonious dance between what he could best describe as the forces of creation and destruction...
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As Vahn's senses locked onto it, the giant squid, known colloquially as a Kralove, tensed. It had just started to probe the ship with its senses when it noticed an inexplicable void where the sauna was located. It found this very abnormal, but before it could even try to make sense of what it was feeling, the void was suddenly replaced by a radiating sphere of luminous golden energy that dominated its mind's eye like a sun.
'This power...could it be the original source...?' pondered the Kralove, its golden, goat-like, cataract-plagued eyes narrowing. Its true identity was that of a Dragon, one of the Six Primordial Dragons that had existed since the formation of the Krosmoz. It noted that the energy it was feeling was different from the Wakfu and Stasis it was used to, but as it dispersed into the sea and atmosphere, it rapidly became the former in an incomparably pure and stable form. That was a capability that only its Mother, the Great Goddess, was supposed to possess...
Sensing the presence of one of its kind among the ship's surprisingly few occupants, the Kralove-transformed-Dragon flicked its massive tentacles and swam ahead of it. If it returned to its true or human form in the water, it would create a large area of negative pressure, causing the surrounding sea to collapse inward and potentially destroying the ship above with the eddies that would invariably form. That was what it had planned, initially, but the presence of the sun-like source of energy and one of its own kind made it change its mind...
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"Holy Iop God! That's one giant Kralove...!" exclaimed Percedal, his eyes nearly shooting out of their sockets when the upper half of a dark grey, almost black Kralove appeared in their ship's path. Most Kraloves were small enough that they could be trampled underfoot, but the behemoth that had appeared in the ship's path was nearly two hundred meters tall—and that was only counting the parts of its body that could be seen.
"Is this the guest you told us about, Vahn...?" asked Yugo, looking anxious but prepared to do battle as he stood poised to the right of Vahn with his fists raised and his palms glowing greenish-blue with Wakfu.
"Guest? This is clearly a monster from the very depths of the sea! Man the cannons and prepare for battle...!" barked Ruel, flipping up the caps that prevented torpedoes from being launched accidentally.
"Alri—" started Parcedal, his words cutting off as Vahn grabbed him by the scruff of his tunic and simultaneously prevented Ruel from launching torpedoes.
"That won't be necessary..." hummed Vahn, his relaxed, regal demeanor and the warm, placating energy he exuded through his Domain helping to calm everyone down.
"Have you gone mad, your Godliness!? Just look—" cried Ruel, his words trailing as the colossal silhouette of the Kralove suddenly began shrinking rapidly, its form dispersing into billowing black mist reminiscent of a storm front. Then, just as the surrounding seas became completely obscured by fog, a smoky vortex near the ship's bow expanded outward and dispersed to reveal an elderly man in flowing black robes. His long and pointed ears were reminiscent of a Cra, but where their skin was famously fair, his was a deep shade of brown. Framing his gaunt but dignified features was long, milky white hair that flowed into a tail-like hood, and though his eyes were greyed from cataracts, he gave the impression he could see perfectly fine as he gazed up at the bridge with narrowed blue-grey eyes—embedded between thick, white, flame-like brows and white markings that followed the contours of his cheeks and projected jaw to an eminent, almost hook-shaped beard.
"I am the Primordial Dragon, Grougaloragran...!" shouted the figure, his voice reminiscent of the earth's voice but projected through the air as a powerful shockwave as he added, "Come forth, one who radiates like a birthing star! I would behold your form directly...!"
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