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Heaven’s Justice
2
The Devil’s Seamstress
The deep blue sea calmly rocked the ship known as the Ballistic Missile back and forth. They had finally found waters that weren’t as choppy, and about time too. Shielsia was so bored waiting to go for a swim, she picked up some reading material from the previous captain’s cabin. Her and Mulloy sat in one of the higher crow’s nest, reading the book. She was having a bit of trouble quoting some of the verses.
“And a seles… cesspool… What does this say?”
Mulloy peered over at her book, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Celestial.”
Shielsia smirked. “Ah, and a celestial being rained down the heavens. With him a rainbow was upon his head. And his feet as pillars of light. And the great dragon was cast out unto the Earth. The word was spoken, ‘hurt not the land, nor the trees, nor the very fabric of time itself.’” She was reading the bible, while wearing a bikini, though her massive bust could barely fit in the seams and her hips too wide for the bottom, because she had grown quite a bit since she had last gone swimming. While she was reading Gaidra, the angel was flying about, acting heroic from the quotes she read.
“Kinda boring..” She threw the bible aside, leapt off the crows nest and tackled Gaidra into the water.
“Argh, wargh!!” Gaidra panicked trying to swim. His soaked feather’s could not quite move while drenched, especially they way she forcefully dived at him. He swam to the boat, gripping onto one of the many spikes on the hull.
“Shielsia?” He looked about, he couldn’t find her. “By the name of the almighty no!” Gaidra shouted loudly to Mulloy. “I can’t find Shielsia!”
“She’s our so called captain, how can she not swim!?” Mulloy used a rope to slide down the crows nest, getting a better look over the side of the ship. They were anchored down, so moving the boat would do no good.
Cocking his eye brow, Mulloy then gazed over at the whimpering Gaidra. “What’s the matter boy, ya can’t swim!” He grabbed a life saver.
“I can swim just…” Gaidra submerged abruptly.
“Angel-boy?” Mulloy tossed the life saver down, but Gaidra was no where in sight.
Suddenly Gaidra sprung up from the water, gripping the life preserver. “There’s something down there!” He coughed, though his leg was tugged again. A large wave over came the angel and out jumped Shielsia.
“Roar!” She tackled him and the preserver, though with that floatation device the larger girl was unable to bring him down again.
“You fiendish imp, how dare you pull such a vile trick!” His bold and heroic voice was at a higher pitch of embarrassment and still lingering fear.
She childishly stuck out her tongue and like a crocodile swam away, her bottom swaying side to side as her buoyant bosom kept most of her spine above water like floatation devices.
Gaidra was pulled out of the water by Mulloy and he shook his feather’s off freezing. “Do y-you have any towels?” He chattered.
“Be a man…” Mulloy looked over board. “You going to be alright down there?”
“It’d be more fun if you guys came and joined me.”
“I’ve had enough water fun in my time, cap.” Mulloy shook his head. Gaidra was against ever going back in the water, as he headed for the central brig of the ship.
“Party poopers.” She uttered, then reached down squeaking in a surprised manner.
Mean while hundreds of miles away. Captain Mandel, or should be ex-captain Mandel was leading an odd new chapter of his life. He kept staring at his hook, seeing the reflection of his own face. The horrors he has caused many. He had committed the very same atrocities that Royal Guard had. He was no better. A monster unworthy of leading a crew.
Some of his subordinates were anxious to get a new ship, but he felt he could no longer lead them, not with what happened. He tossed aside his tri-corn and slowly abandoned them. He was in no position to lead, not in his own mind set. The angry yanks took his hat and a new, nameless captain was decided. Though they wouldn’t survive without sturdy leadership.
Walking about the endless wilderness, alone Mandel stopped He was encased in a horrific re-evaluation of his existence. “That girl…“ Shielsia said. In his ambitions he destroyed a paradise and asked him if it was worth it. “Was it what she said or a spell cast by that intrepid angel.” Struck in the back with a spell arrow that would cause him to stop fighting. Only the arrows purifying effects wouldn’t have lasted this long.
There was large sun-flower. It’s pedals were yellow with tips of a reddish hue. It was burrowed beneath the canopy of trees, a place where a sun flower normally wouldn’t be able to survive. When he was very young Mandel recalled his mother picking sun-flowers and how she explained that they couldn’t live without the sun. This plant before him however was alive and seem to be flourishing with the sparse cracks of sun from the thick brush.
“Have you adapted, plant, or are you a mistake?” His hook gently caressed the stalk of the sunflower. His head gazed upwards, staring at the tiny bits of red coming through the trees. The sky was barely noticeable. The plant had evolved over the course of his life. “Why should I care!” He raised his hook and was about to slice the plant to shred’s, but stopped himself.
He fell to one knee, his head lower than the plant now. “To end a life so fragile, is it survival? Or is it tyranny? Many fell, perished to my ill deeds.” He sighed shaking his head sorrowfully. His hook lifting the bits of his jacket, revealing underneath the garment, that was made from the very first dragon he killed. “For in the beginning the slaughter was to live, but superiority and power have clouded… No.”
He stood up. “I am not your greater. We both erect on this very soil, we require similar myriad elements to thrive.” He realized his power was not fully realized. “We too shall expire upon this Earth…” To conquer didn’t mean to obliterate the foe. While to rule needn’t the aspect of fear and totalitarianism.
Below the hull Gaidra had searched about every cabin. He found many odd, but useless discoveries and many books that reference that only men had dwelled in this ship. He held out one of the books, finding several naked woman on the cover.
“My lord, the very aspect of hormones sometimes causes me to cringe…” He uttered to Mulloy, who was also searching for something to use.
“Ah, here we go!” He held out a disgusting towel with many different colored stains. “Use this to dry off!” He balled it up and tossed it to the angel, who in fear of his life avoided being touched by that.
“You sir must jest! I would never touch such a…” Soon a ball of caramel gunk, with hair and a couple of flies in it hit Gaidra in the face.
“Head’s up!” Mulloy smirked resting his throwing arm.
“You are despicable…” Gaidra went back up. He needed to get the gunk off of his face and the only way would be to go back into the water.
While he was cruelly laughing Mulloy didn’t notice that many threads were beginning to form behind him. His mouth was covered by a woven cloth and he was pulled into the mouth of the endless abyss of string. They were animated on their own, it was as if they were possessed.
These threads were moving through out the ship. They were even moving on the outer hull. Several of the threads gripped the chains on all of the anchors and began pulling them up.
Poor Shielsia, who seemed to have lost her panties in the deep waves was carefully climbing up the spikes of the ship. Her round, lighter than the rest of her flesh bottom flexed and curved with every movement. While she was climbing she noticed that threads were lifting the anchors. Her big blue eyes watched in a bit of confusion.
“Cookie beard, are you lifting the anchors?” She called, but there was no answer. She looked a bit more carefully seeing what at first she thought was snakes. The threads being wet now had a slick glimmer to them, but at closer inspection she realized that it was string.
Something was definitely up. Shielsia began climbing much faster, but in her haste, the top that was already stressed caught against one of the spikes and completely ripped off, her fat breasts exploding. She squeaked embarrassed, immediately hugging a solid part of the hull.
The gunk covered Gaidra walked to the edge and was about to go back into the water, until he saw the anchors being lifted by the phantom threads. He looked down, but didn’t see Shielsia in the water. “Hey, this is no time for games, quit hiding, something is lifting the anchor!”
“I’m not hiding… But I need a towel, my bathing suit ripped…” She whimpered.
“Wha, by wha…!?” The angel’s eyes burst wide open with embarrassment. Though it was a troublesome problem trying to locate a towel on this ship. He immediately turned away, for it would be improper for him to glance in on her shame. “Top… or Bottoms?” He asked.
“Both…” She whimpered.
He gulped. “There are nary towels, from the reconnoitering that I’ve procured.”
“I don’t need a manicure, just a towel!” She could barely hear him over the waves, though she was carefully trying to climb up, though with nothing keeping her ample bosom at bay they were drooped and wobbled all about over her belly, as she climbed.
Her toes like monkey feet gripped the sharp blades. Since she was an expert at dealing with knives, maneuvering the sharp edges of the ship were easy, until she felt something slide against her bare round bottom. Quickly she turned to see that it was the thread again. She also heard Gaidra yelling above, because he was twined with it as well.
“Oh no you don’t!” First she swat at it, then it caught her wrist. “Ugh, you’re strong!” She pulled on her wrist, but it wouldn’t give. She grabbed knife her earring with her other hand and slipped it off. She used it to cut herself free. The strings she cut retreated to the higher level, but more took it’s place.
She now had a way to get out of her present situation and fast, but the threads were faster, a couple gripped around her waist and lifted her away from the hull. She was dangling by the threads over becoming choppy waters. “The ship’s moving…” She whispered to herself and she was right.
Many other threads stretched over the ship, from the router to the propeller controls. The whole ship was being neatly by these threads.
Shielsia had no time to lose. She immediately severed the threads binding her. She caught one of the retreating ones and was flung over the hull by it.
Like a nimble cat she landed on her feet, looking up at Gaidra who was shooting arrows at his captures, but the magical spell they produced didn’t work. Plus the strings were slicked by the water, making it difficult for him to grab them. “Hold on Gaidra!” Shielsia called, heading toward where her outfit lay, but it wasn’t there! She looked to and fro for the garments, but the phantom strings had taken it, at least that was her conclusion.
She squeaked. Though she was naked, she couldn’t let the shame get the best of her. Gaidra needed help. She slipped off her other knife earring, they would be her only weapons today. She leapt at Gaidra with the two knives, slitting and severing all the threads containing him, making quick work of what a moment ago looked like a bird’s nest of strings.
The threads retreated and Gaidra fell into Shielsia’s arms. His face blushed, feeling her cushioning bosom, still wet, slipping and mush against him. “Maiden, cover yourself…” He looked away, getting out of her arms. “We must learn shame as we were cast from the garden-”
“It’s an old story Gaidra, but you see… I think those crazy strings took my clothes.” She pointed to where their assailants vanished.
“Is that so…” He looked toward the inner hull, where many more strings were already at work moving the whole entire ship. The sails however had become tatters. “Behold the origination of those unscrupulous yarns!” He flew up to the remainder of the sail and tore a couple pieces off, tossing them to Shielsia, who quickly fashioned them into something to cover up in.
“Not too bad.” Gaidra saw that parts of her bottom and bosom were still showing, but at the moment it was all they could do. “These strings appear to have put our ship a yaw, we must reclaim our oceanic footing.”
“But how?”
“The devil yet to display it’s weakness. I must sunder it’s limbs!” He pulled a sharp feather out of his wing.
“Wait… It got Cookie Beard didn’t it?” She stared at the strings.
“As he neared my mind, he is to responsible for this heinous transpiration!”
“Maybe, but we should get to the core of it.” She reasoned.
“How?”
She looked at him and smiled. “Hi to you too!” She ran into the dark hull.
“You clown, It’s going to be a death trap in there!” Gaidra’s words fell on vacant ears. He sighed and rolled his eyes. He was about to slice the strings, but she was the captain he had to follow her lead, no matter how aimless it would seem. He ran in after her, but before he could meet her again, he was hit with a spiky monster.
Gaidra’s feather blade clashed against the mouth of the beast which had endless teeth. “In the name of…” He tried to run back, but the exit was sealed by more strings. He slashed against them, but his feather blade’s feather’s were worn down from the first impact against the spike beast. The creature had a cone like opening for it’s mouth with many rows of razor sharp teeth.
He was cornered. All he could do was pull the halo from his head and shield it against the creatures blows. Curious of what the creature’s body looked like He tossed one of his arrows at the ground just to briefly bring light to the room.
What the monster truly was, was Shielsia’s skirt, inside out being manipulated by threads, so that it only seemed like a beast. Immediately Gaidra knew that once he got behind it, the knives couldn’t touch him, because there were zero cuts on Shielsia’s legs. As he so pungently recalled her bare thighs.
His circular halo weapon kept off the knives. He made his halo a bit larger, merely by pulling on it with his hands. He jumped at the skirt and looped the much larger halo around it and began to shrink it, keeping the flailing garment at bay.
“Never a low worn dress shall best me!” He bragged, hugging the thing, but it’s knives actually went through each side and his forearms received several small cuts. He then ran away from it, heading to where he hoped Shielsia was. With a prayer to god, his halo was once again atop his head.
Blinded by her own manipulated bandana Shielsia could only use her ears to hear when her top, sewn together with her wrist sickles were coming at her. She was also avoiding her boots that were flying back and forth at her.
The swift left sickle came at her feet, which she grabbed onto the reeves of strings above her to avoid. Feeling the strings like a spider feels it’s web, Shielsia knew that her upper sickle was coming at her. She released, then cart wheeled to another spot, only to slam against a wall.
The wall was made of rotted wood and she fell right through, landing on her hands and knees. She took this opportunity to cut away the strings keeping her bandana to her face, using her small earring knives. Though she wasn’t blinded by the bandana the room was still very dark.
“I must be in the middle of the ship.” She groaned, getting back to her feet. As the strings moved, it was close to the sound of a worm mating ground. Strings upon strings moving all about.
“Shielsia!” Gaidra shouting, running down the corridor. His march was soon put to a halt as that icky rag that Mulloy threw at him from before became clenched to his face. “AH!!! GET IT OFF!!! GET IT OFF!!!!!” The enraged Gaidra, pulled out his bow and began aimlessly shooting and swatting arrows all over the place. His wings quickly took the toll, but the flashes gave Shielsia the opportunity she needed.
“Thanks Gai! Watch out for my blouse, it’s pretty feisty!” She shouted as she followed the bunched up strings to room designed for a witch. It was made of wood, brown and rickety, though there were flowers all over the doors in the shapes of hex’s.
Without thought Shielsia went through the loose wall of strings and found Mulloy cocooned by string. “Cookie beard!”
She cut him loose and he fell to his knees, panting. “Horrible, horrible, we’re all dead…”
“No, I’m still alive and Gaidra’s busy playing and you’re right here, we’re all quite alive-” Before she could finish her point, Mulloy’s neck was noosed and he was pulled upwards into the ceiling, swallowed up by thread.
“Cookie beard!” She gasped watching him disappear, only several crumbs fell into Shielsia’s hand. He definitely knew what was going on. She tilted her head looking around the room. She spotted two beads of eyes staring at her through the thread wall.
“You’re doing this aren’t you?” There was no response, not even a blink from the wall as Shielsia walked up to it. “Tell me what do you want?”
“My captain…” A low hiss of a female’s voice echoed throughout the room. Shielsia could fell the tone in the strings she was stepping on.
“Oh, well that’s me!” Excitedly she pointed to her nose, with a wide smile.
“My captain is a tyrant of a man, set to rule! You are an insect!” The voice hatefully became louder.
“Bzzzzz.” She mockingly buzzed, flapping her arms like a fly.
Angered by this the whole room began to move. Soon strings darted a cross. Shielsia easily dodged them, though she thought. She felt blood trickle down her ankle. Another one darted almost too fast for the eye to see. Shielsia again fled it’s actions. There was a glimmer in the oncoming strings.
“Swords…” She cringed. “You’ve raided the ship’s armory!” She easily dodged them, now that she had a good idea of the weight of the items, automatically her brain calculated the speeds. She moved like a gymnast dancing and singing. “We can find your captain, but he’s got a lot to learn right now.” She got very close to the eyes, pointing both knives at them.
“You know nothing wench!” The strings covering the face moved away and a girl with electric green eyes, with a slender face, having defined cheek bones, her hair up in an elegant do, with strings to keep it gorgeous.
“I don’t know a lot…” Shielsia looked a little sad. “Though there are some things I do know!” She tossed both of her knives on each side of her, firmly sticking them into the actual wood of the wall.
“Death is all you will know!” All the swords fell out of the ceiling, aimed right for Shielsia.
“Only if you share!” Raising her voice and her hand, she reached out grabbing a string tied to each one of her knives, with one hand and pulled them forward. These exact strings were not long from the wall girl’s neck and it pulled her out, so that she could be crushed by the swords as well.
Their noses were against one another’s and their eyes no more than an inch apart. Shielsia stared at the girl, who’s eyes quivered. The swords stopped, one of the tips actually touching Shielsia’s head.
“You won’t die unless he’s here huh?” Shielsia smiled, releasing the girl who fell back to the wall, the sounds of chains clanking about. Mulloy then fell from the ceiling, grasping his neck.
“Oh mistress, thank you for sparing me!” His pathetic voice groveled.
With a slap to the face, Mulloy fell back. The woman then turned to Shielsia. “I would’ve died, again…” She shown Shielsia the chains that bound her to the wall.
“Hey, let me get those.” Shielsia pulled her knives out of the wall.
“These are my life lines…” The girl sighed. “If I were to leave this wall, then I would shortly die.”
“What do you mean?”
The girl’s eyes looked down sadly as she began her story. “Many, many years ago, when ships were still manufactured out of wood. I was a captain, but I dealt many stray hands with gypsies. One day I paid for it and my love for my ship was turned on me. I was cursed to remain on my ship and only on my ship for the rest of my life. It was a curse, yet a blessing, for my life and the ship became one and the same.”
“As long as your ship stayed a float you would live?”
She shook her head. “Even after it sank… Which is what happened. I chained myself to my quarters and the ship sank, but I would never leave it. For years I remained, drowning, but never dying… Until he came. My lord Obsidianus…”
“Is that Mandel’s real name?”
Just then Gaidra came tumbling down the hall. He was still fending off Shielsia’s garments, even though they weren’t possessed. “Gai!” Shielsia ran over to him and got the icky cloth off of his face. His eyes were blood shot and exhausted.
“I beseech thee modesty… Clothes…”He whimpered trying to lift her skirt, but since it was so heavy his arms fell back. She helped him up.
“Has the demon expired?”
“Not really, this is Selona, she’s Mandel’s girl.” Shielsia explained to Gaidra.
“Good for us, that isn’t!” He groaned, but he was caught by the neck with some string. “Kidding!” His abrupt choking skirmished.
“Imbecile, you know my name?” Selona glared at Shielsia.
“Yeppers, I’ve heard about your legend before. It’s why woman can’t be captains. Their love for their ship often is said to kill them and the crew. It was a story mom read to me while growing up.” She smiled. “In the story though, you cheated the gypsies and they made you pay.” She announced.
Selona looked down in shame. “There may have been mistranslations over the years…” She nervously coughed.
“Sinful to thrive off of cheating others, even worse a crime, when you smother a gypsy!” Gaidra went to pull an arrow out to fire at her, but his wings at the moment were baron. “Blast you vile wo-” He was strangled again by string.
“Be kind to the mistress boy!” Mulloy was strangled anyways for being such a p***k all the time.
Shielsia got on her knees, so her eye level met the shackled Selona’s. “The story ends with you below the ocean?”
“My Obsidianus saved me… Originally he wanted to use my whole ship as kindle, for this vessel, but I proved to him that my usefulness in tailoring was unmatched… I’ve sewn dragon flesh and fur and even the scalps and guts of children to make his garments, so he would keep me alive.” The cold girl bit her bottom lip.
“You’ve fallen in love?” Gaidra asked. “With such scum of villainy?”
“No!” She shook her head. “I figured you all would have destroyed this piece of my former ship for a new installment. I had to defend myself, before it was too late.” She glared at Mulloy. “Luckily your pants had several loose seams. I was able to pull one off with my teeth and manipulate it to gain more.”
“So it was this heathen’s doing!” Gaidra cursed that man, more times than he could recall.
“It wasn’t my fault, I just had to get a new pair of slacks is all!” He pushed the angel, who pushed him back. “Besides, we’ve discovered this girl!”
“Something that was no secret to you, prior to this encounter!” Gaidra accused.
Shielsia laughed at the two bickering. She then took both of Selona’s hands. “I need you…” Her face blushed having to ask her. “My underwear got ripped off when I was swimming, could you please use your marvelous talents to make me a new pair?”
Selona nodded, then gazed to Shielsia’s bust. “I hope we have enough string for those melons.” They both ended up laughing and everything was great…
THE SHIP CRASHED!
Shielsia, and the two guys ran up to the deck. The ship was left on Selona’s b*****d course and while blindly driving through the seas, they crashed into the arctic. Shielsia shivered, while whimpering.
“I can’t go swimming anymore…”
 Shielsia · Tue Aug 16, 2011 @ 01:02am · 0 Comments |
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