Trinity: omniverse traveling cat - 114 retribution 1

Alex fears turn to be unfounded when Tiffania body starts to react to the venom. The heavily bleeding wounds stop pouring out their life-giving liquids ahs the large gash start to knits itself back once the sword taken out.

Seeing that he had a little time before the real start change, he starts to clean. The bodies were absorbed into his storage. The window repaired and new panels of glass, fixed.

He absorbs the large part of mincemeat and splintered wood, repair as much as possible the crumble part of the home, transmuting the rest. Thankfully, any broken interior decoration was perfectly repaired, having somewhat dodged the largest damaged made by the bullets.

The area return to its pristine condition, and only a patch of grass was missing near the door as the only vestige, a small price to pay.

Seeing that she wouldn’t take long to heal the last of her wounds, he brings her into her bathroom, fill her tub of water with a quick ‘aguamenti’ and heated by a small fireball. Taking out her reappeared clothes, he enters the bath with her.

The only reason he enters it with her, was because he was fearing that the healing would have strained her too much to be able to change without risk. Warping his arms around her, he pours his magic in her to sustain the change.

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As soon as it starts, I know something was different. My magic had deeply reached in her, unearthing something buried.

‘Void magic, it the same feeling of magic that I have taken from Louise.’

Pushing more in her, I could feel our magic mix, growing with the support of the others into something more profound, ancient. She was younger than she would need for a complete transformation, but I could feel it, we were both changing, evolving like I had when Hestia had gifted me her sacred fire.

The large lifespan of the elves mix with my already important one. From my first world, I could feel that I would live for at least 300 years easily, adding Hestia fire had gifted me with a boost, doubling it to 600 years, now? I could feel the two previous amount mix with my own, bringing my life expectancy to 1500 years before Tiffania magic kick in and what should have been her familiar runes double it again, bringing it to 3000 years.

I was only 17, before coming here, I had barely lived 1/35 of my life expectancy. It would have been more than enough to made life worth of memories with my loved ones, now? I had more than the double of that, and all of my girls would too.

The pain in my back brings me back, and I feel a third tails sprout, my height increase and my magic growth. In my arms, Tiffania was also changing, I could see her cute elven ears recedes as her Evans one exit her silky blonde hairs, her backbone, splitting into three nubs that growth, painfully, if I had to guess from her light grows.

The longer they grow the whiter her hair became before turning into our pure white colour and arctic blue spots. he petite frame lengthens until stopping around two meters, twenty less than my new one, and her already impressive F cup seem to pass one entirely, settling into an H.

She was dwarfing all my other girls by a large amount and I doubt any of them would one day catch up. The fact that she wouldn’t growth mutch more after would only emphasise it more, but I don’t love my girls for their breast size, but the love and happiness they could bring.

Finally, I could see her stirring from her sleep, move a little before turning to me. Looking in her eyes, I could see that she understand what had happened, perhaps even more than the others.

So, when she approached for a kiss, I could only complain. I was as if I was physically attracted to her.

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For a long time, all Tiffania could feel, see, and touch was darkness, wallowing into a sludge-like substance threatening to drown her at any instance, at the slightest sign of weakness, so she tried to stay strong.

When she was about to fall, she feels something invade her, banishing the darkness, pulling her out of that sludge, to her haven.

It was at this moment she understood what was happening, static screens displaying a life before her own eyes, her husband life. Contrary to what she was thinking, she didn’t blush like a hormonal teenager, but could only feel the peace invading her, knowing that she had found her other half.

After the moment of bliss came the struggle, she felt his past life, the exile into the darkness that would have crushed the spirit of any others. The harness of the real world taking a part of her innocence away.

None could claim to stay the same after witnessing his trial.

Then came the salvation. She watches with fascination the formation of a being born in the chaos of the universe itself, merging with an artificial body created from the experiment for the sick pleasure and need of a man for an army, a weapon, a tool.

Is even more miserable memory of an abused childhood, the wonder of magic, and the ugly side of humankind, their greed, and the blood they were willing to shed, climbing on the mountain of the corpse made by their hand to create a greater one yet.

The joy she feels, knowing that sisters wait for her wasn’t an emotion she would have expected, thinking to be jealous to share him, but she understands, they need him as much as she needs him, or him them. It didn’t count, they would be happy, all of them, together.

A new world came, for a short time, before he rejoins her sisters that have been in stasis, waiting for him to return, only with more sisters. Then this world, him losing his memories as trial. To make him understand the value of life, that they weren’t the fictive counterpart he had know.

She was happy with that, he had shown more care for Kirche. He would surely not had any contact with her if he was still thinking about her fictional copy, something she was far from. They would have both suffer for it.

SHe saw Siesta, the maid that would rejoin them, the princess, her cousin, that would also be one of them. The curly blonde had shown interest for him, but she didn’t think that she would be good for them.

She was thinking that it would be good with just the four of them until she sees the older sister of Louise, the girl was suffering, and like her, need her hero to save her. Five was a good number for them, he had already; Hermione, Luna, Susan, Fleur, Apoline, Gabrielle, Nymphadora, Andromeda, Hestia, Hephaistos, Lily, Haruhime, Kirche, Siesta, Louise’ sister and herself.

They don’t need more before he returns to One Piece. From what she has seen from his memories, a lot of sisters await them there, at least as much as they already are. He would be keeping busy to take care of each of them, and couldn’t repress a giggle at the thought.

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After the memories came to the change, her final step before becoming him truly. She was thinking that I would be quick, until she feels her magic flare with him, mixing their essence into something bigger, something more ancient.

She knows it was her magic reacting to him, and if he wasn’t wrong, livprasir, the void magic given to her familiar. Being the receptacle for magic, it had fuelled their lifespan to an unimaginable high. The lose of a possible familiar didn’t even register, after all, she had already a family, she didn’t need it.

When the change finishes, she was finally able to open her eyes. She wasn’t surprised to see that they were in her bathroom, she had seen was had happened. Turning around, she could only see the love he had for her in his warm artic eyes.

When she goes for her so needed kiss, she was elated that he immediately respond. She nearly melts when their lips join, feel the tingle of their magic connecting, the warm of his body spreading in her, like a blanket sheltering her from the external world.

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Unconsciously their tails wrap around the other, instinctively seeking the confirmation of their bond. Without letting the other the time to realise, each sinks the hook at the end of their respective tail into the base of the other tails.

Both gasp at the sudden pain, until the realisation of what they have done sink. Tiffania blushes a storm but didn’t shy away, making sure that she was properly anchored in him, and him in her.

What had happened was as good as a marriage for Evans, the equivalent of human to lost their virginity to one other, only much stronger.

It was the base of their ability to reproduce, from were two mothers would share a core, to be inseminated by him to bear a child. Their tail was directly linked to their womb, and why their tails were the most important part of them, without them, the egg wouldn’t be able to travel from one mother to the other. Without them, they would be barren to ever bear a child, and also the only secret that should never be revealed.

Letting the time for their magic to settle after finalising their bond, Tiffania found the strength to speak.

“You are not mad at me for being the first to bond with you, even if you had other lovers?” He could easily make the worry in her tiny voice and would be damned to let guilt eat her.

“It’s wasn’t just you, we had both bonds, They aren’t any need of saving myself to other just because they were first, I have with you now, it all that count.” As if wanting to confirm it, he sinks his hooks entirely in her, deeper than they had until then.

Her eyes widen a the feeling of him in her, before a large smile bloom on her face, her worries discarded, letting her enjoy the moment by sharing another kiss.

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They stay in the bath for ten more minutes, before separating off need but not will. Alex had still Reconquista to clean out, and the princess to bring back. Transmuting his clothes into a better fitting size, he creates a Pikachu onesie for Tiffania, who happily wear it.

She was about to gather some of her belonging, when he takes her outside, raise the house from the ground, and store it, bringing it with them for her greatest joy. He even goes to the point of taking the buried body of her mother to let it rest in his territory when he would be back.

Entering the plane, they see the still sleeping Henrietta, and Alex made a similar bed for Tiffania to sleep? She was still exhausted from the stress of the day and need it. He tucks her in before starting the aircraft.

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Founding Reconquista HQ was a simple thing with the memories of Wardes. They had brazenly invaded the royal castle after killing the royal family, taking the army for them after that.

Looking at the place with an IR view, he sees a large amount of life in the barrack. Crafting a quick model of his aircraft, he sent it to spy in them. He could have bombed the place, be he wanted to know if they were willing to follow Reconquista in their invasion or simply following the order.

He was waiting for more form an ex-military power but men will still stay men. The promise of rich and pillage right had made their mind, they would follow happily their new leader at the promise of land and the conquest of an old enemy. The fact that the two royal families had familial ties, didn’t seem to signify anything for them.

Alex was an Evans, as such, family pass before anything else, seeing men ready to stamps on others by greed and discarding family was all he needs.

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Looking at the scan made by the palm-sized drone, he could make around 30,000 troops in the ten occupated barrack around the ground. The spy had information about the movement of the larger part of the troops, around 40,000 nearing the airport of Albion to debark in Tristain, near Tarbes.

Those here were scheduled to depart the following day to rejoin with the first group. The 5,000 left would act as guards around the capital to safeguard the HQ.

By the time he arrived at the capital, it was around the diner, all guard not in duty on the battlement have regrouped in three large halls, containing 10,000 each in a close formation, the perfect strike target for him.

Making sure that Henrietta and his girl was soundly sleeping thank to a small rune on the side of their bed. He takes a deep breath before taking his position. Contrary to his bullets, his bombs weren’t soundproof, the large blast would be felt, seen and heard all around, so he needs to perfectly time his strike to not let time from the two other halls to disperse on the ground and widen his target.

Making his choice, he settles for a Hydrogen bomb. Contrary to his previous world, it was a Hydrogen bomb, the canister full of water, would be forced by runes into a fission reaction, the original blast fuelled by the ignition of the hydrogen and oxygen freed.

The simulation had shown him devastating blasts, enough to level countries in one go, that why they were his most dangerous and lightest bomb, no more than a hundred gram of water each.

Without the fear of radioactive fallout, he rises until the 10,000 feet altitude, open the latch and confirm the three pre-selected pin-sized target on the screen. Closing his eyes for a second, he lightly pushes on the gel pouch under his two palms, free three canisters of rune reinforced steel.

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Unlike any others time, the dining hall of the Albian army was full of laugher, rough behaviour and the air filled with testosterone at the thought of the incoming invasion. The mood wasn’t that of any self-respecting army, but the higher up at the officer table let it slide for once, it wouldn’t be great for the troops moral to jail a few the day before a historic campaign.

Those moods shared from the three halls was soon outdone by an evergrowing, constant whistling.

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For the people of the Albian capital, their mood was torn, for the past few days, they have lost their ruling couple, their crown prince and their country to a rebel faction that had overtaken the ruling power.

While the noble had suffered from the past institution, they didn’t, none had wished to rejoin the movement at its start, and since they had won over, the capital had been only the shadow of its past self. The 1,500 feet area surrounding the castle battlement have been raided and taken by the cadre of Reconquista who hadn’t wish for any not of them, to be too near the castle.

Families had been decimated, daughter, wives, mothers, defiled and killed in front of their powerless brothers, husbands, fathers by the dame that was tasked from their protection. Words had leaked that it would be soon the turn of Tristain to fall into the pig’s hand, pretexting the free power of Albion people.

Anyone have attempted to warn their past brother kingdom had been publically executed until no one dares to go against them.

When the persistent whistling sound had come, a lot of the people of Albion had exited their house, wanting to see if another disaster was to befall on them.

It hadn’t been clear at first but soon, they see three shining silver starts falling from the sky and strike the castle. The ground-shaking explosion that had to follow was a story of nightmares. The battlement has been torn apart like paper mache, banishing boulders the size of small houses into the immediate proximity of the castle. Then came the blast, the few heavily damaged, but still standing house had been blown apart. 300 feet around the striking zone left in nothing more than shredded ruins.

The few knowing the castle know where the strike had landed, on who it had landed and the sound of sobbing men thanking the silver angel that just appears, spread the word faster than raging fire, retribution from the heaven had befallen on the sinner.