An early dawn sun shone warmly and gushed a soft gale on the abrasive field that was being filled with the aqua-blue grasses in the Far North of Gloricon. To be more concise, the gale spaciously blew past a building shielded by a shrouding barrier that hindered its presence, as the surroundings couldn't detect its physical appearance.
The building hid inside the invisible barrier and contained a shape resembling a giant hand that freed its palm. A metallic gray steel became the main color of the building and its brimmed dazzling bluish sparks within the gaping lines throughout its fingers. A small bright blue globe levitated on the top of its palm, bestowing a glimpse of the blurry inside full of prison cells and inmates.
The hand-shaped building might not maintain standby guards, but its pinky finger continuously emitted a flurry of small orbs to roam around the area. Every hovering orb unshackled the tiny white balls on the center that rotated from left to right, becoming their observative eyes.
Unfortunately, none of the roaming orbs detected the cocoon briskly flying upward and heading to the palm. Even the observative orbs occupying the sky couldn't distinguish the cocoon's presence. The cocoon smoothly flew until it reached above the palm, plummeting like a falling star.
The cocoon phased through the globe, safely entering the prison cells inside without any of the orbs detecting its presence. Moreover, the cocoon was transported into the room illuminated by the radiating navy blue light throughout the interior filled with the steel wall-gusted freezing air.
"An… all-blue prison, I see, I see. Very intriguing and interesting I must admit," Casmine's mumbling voice came out from the cocoon as she directed the watchful orb eye from left to right.
"Must be the light is the sensor for detecting any stealthy intruders," The Supermodel Succubus assumed, proudly chuckling as the cocoon glided forward. "Luckily, I already improved the cocoon of silence."
As the cocoon of silence sped up its fleeing motion, its orb eye shimmered the yellow flashes whenever flying past the prison cells, guarded by the bluish holographic door blocking the inmates' appearance. Casmine who was inside the cocoon curiously hummed when the orb eye couldn't distinguish the prisoner's presence, pausing the cocoon to move further.
'It seems I can only rely on finding Martatoriot-OX by using The Ghost Compass,' The Supermodel Succubus claimed, pointing her sharpened sight to above before raising her eyebrows.
Spinning green gleams popped into her eyes, summoning the jade orb that quickly reshaped into The Ghost Compass levitating above her. Casmine switched her intrigued sight upward and gazed at the compass whirling the direction of the arrow to the right, broadening her enthralled grin.
"Ah so this, Martatoriot OX's guy is very close to me," The Supermodel Succubuss murmured, gleefully giggling.
"Alright, let's not waste more time," Casmine added.
The cocoon revolved its orb eye to the prison cell in the middle, flickering the yellow ray of light before it glided closer to it. With the cocoon obtaining a narrow distance from the particular prison's cell door, it blistered more wind streams from its back. Hence, Casmine alongside the cocoon entered the chosen prison cell by phasing through the hardened holographic door like an intangible ghost.
Inside the chosen prison cell, a long, curly, black-haired man with bulky arms and a tight pale-white suit as his current uniform sat in the corner right of the cell. Constant freezing air gusted from the fading white lights on the sprawling gaping lines of the cell, influencing the man to whimper frigidly.
Staying in this chilling prison embedded his thoughts with a scorching anger as he slammed his hand to the ground repeatedly. A vindictive scowl intact on the man's face, gazing at the above interior and pausing his slamming hand. The unbending coldness of the room dragged the man to stand up, rubbing his arms and walking briskly to the center.
"I….never understood why in the god's names, government or even the heroes approves of placing criminals in this kind of prison," The man complained, shakily biting his stammering lip. "It's so goddamn cold, it's like you being put into a icy land."
The Man booted the ground and growled, "I wished whoever was in charge of this to return me to West Zolkuth's jail again."
"Goddamn it, I hate this coldness!!!" The Man grumbled, pressuring his arms with the freezing air overwhelming his limbs. "I couldn't even sleep or at least a brief rest in this prison cell."
"If I ever break free from this prison, I'm going enjoy slaughtering you as painful…as possible, Prila you wretched witch!!" The Man swore, pressing his resentful eyebrows at the above interior.
Therefore, the man spectated the above ceiling displaying the snowflake-shaped lamp broadcasting the glistening azure light to shine throughout his cell. The more he gazed at the lamp, the further he pressed resentful eyebrows and winced, openly unraveling his indignation.
Unbeknownst to the ranting Man, the cocoon hushedly arrived inside his prison cell and levitated beside his left side. A puzzling look colored Casmine's expression while inspecting the inmate. Then, The Supermodel Succubus unveiled a captivated leer at the man, licking her lip.
'So this is the Martatoriot OX's human form?' Casmine guessed.
'A seemingly muscular man who hates staying in a freezing room. What a weird man' The Supermodel Succubus assumed uncertainly. 'And what a clear contrast compared to his alter ego's appearance.'
'Despite this man being an Amalia Galastar's fanatic loyalist and ranting moron, I would love to try having a fun time with him as a new potential prey someday,' The Supermodel Succubus mumbled, tilting her head to the right when she prolonged her inspection of the man to mark him as her potential victim.
Casmine snickered and below a high-pitched whistle, 'If Gilbron didn't request to free this guy, I'd probably snuffed out his precious life force or become my brief plaything.'
'Draining a man like him can fulfill my satisfaction too,' Casmine spoke, forming her craving jaw shortly.
'But, hey this guy also brings an effective benefit too which aids his master in killing that bitch Prila,' The Supermodel Succubus professed.
'And I will make this wonderful possibility come true no matter what,' The Supermodel Succubus added.
The cocoon silently flew closer to the inmate who still couldn't grasp its sighting. Instead, the man was busy gritting his enraged teeth and screaming in vexation the longer he endured the cell's coldness. The ray of light wavering from the cocoon's orb eye didn't flinch the man's senses.
The horde of slimy hands extracted from the cocoon after it reached the man's narrow distance. The hands tenderly wrapped around the inmate who began to heave his bizarre glare, scratching his head especially when he felt his arms and legs were touched by the unseen thing.
"What…the hell is going on to me right now?" The Man cursed, pressing his bemused eyebrows.
"Why do I suddenly feel some slimy things touching my body?" The Man added, scowling.
"Goddamn it, goddamn it!! Why must another fricking terrible thing come to me again!! The inmate ranted.
A realization of the unseen touches came too late as the cocoon of silence smoothly catapulted forward and bumped into the confused man's stomach. A chaining reaction evoked in the form of the blinding wave concealed the inmate's entire limbs even though he blared a startled gasp.
The blinding wave immediately ceased within the cell, revealing that the inmate alongside the cocoon's presence was no longer traceable. A high-pitched, ear-piercing alarm sang throughout North Rikiel's prison after the cell spotted the abrupt disappearance of the notorious inmate, Martatoriot OX.
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Meanwhile, on the grass field area a distance away from the cloaked prison, the cocoon glided out from the growing white flashes. The cocoon departed into ashes sprinkling above after the flashes dispersed without leaving any traces. Its short departure brought Casmine into the real world, feeling her standing feet tremoring.
The Supermodel Succubuss stretched her legs until the sound of bone being pulled rang into her ears, washing the sweat on her forehead. Casmine curiously lifted her foot and felt the smooth motion as she rotated it briefly, expressing her impressed look even though her eyes were drowned in exhaustion.
"Look's like I'm getting better at using a Cocoon of Silence," The Supermodel Succubus proclaimed.
Afterward, The Supermodel Succubus switched her sight to the back and widened her allured gaze as she centered her sight on her adored target, the inmate lying down on the ground. Moreover, the man distrustfully crawled back, locking his bloodshot eyes at Casmine who shrugged off.
"Alright, smoking hot lady, I recommend you stay away from me!!" The man warned Casmine, lifting his legs into a quivering standing position and heavily panting. "You might have rescued me from that prison, but still I doubt upi."
"So now tell me who exactly you are and what your purpose for rescuing me in the first place!?" The Man demanded and mentioned harshly. "Because you were probably aware of my identity!!"
"Oh sweet Martor, too bad you don't remember me," Casmine teased, waving her hair to the left and smiling.
At first, The Inmate grunted and heaved his neck to the back, sharpening his suspicion furrow at the woman. Suddenly, the man gasped in shock when he spotted the white flashes in her eyes. He agitatedly gritted his teeth, hiding his folded hand on his spine as The Supermodel Succubus took one step forward.
"No fricking way, you are the irresponsible succubus who rejected Miss Galastar's offer?" The Man asked.
"Martor, Martor," The Supermodel Succubus commented.
"So what, you coming here to suck my life force then?" The Man guessed scornfully.
Casmine shook her head and countered, "Not now, Sweet Martor."
"I came to rescue you because of your beloved Amalia Galastar's request," The Supermodel Succubus reassured.
"Mrs.Galastar sent you to rescue me?" The Man let out a question, clouding a bewildered expression on his face.
"Indeed, more precisely, your master created a spectacular plan that needed your help" Casmine professed, gesturing her offering hand toward The Inmate.
"What plan you make have been discussing with my master, Succubus " The Man asked curiously.
"A plan to kill the wretched witch, Prila, for good," The Supermodel Succubus answered, peeking at the man who slowly opened his enthusiastic lip and convinced her to gesture an offering hand. "Seems you interested in the plan."
"So come on, follow me now. Amalia Galastar is been waiting for a nice reunion with you," Casmine persuaded The Inmate who washed away the skepticism at her, capturing the deep thrill of initiating the plan to slay Prila for good.
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