Chapitre 21: Cromwell Bloodline.
After the conversation he had with Guilty and Quency, he understood that he needed to change how he thought. He was under the impression that women did not want a man who was super pushy and forceful, but he was kind of wrong.
It's not that they wanted a super pushy man or a passive man, what each one wanted was in between the two. Depending on who was involved, they would want different things.
So, currently, Kratos was in his room with all 4 of the girls. Guilty and Quency were lying down directly on his sides, but they were just looking at the ceiling. Sin and Scathach were at the sides of the bed not touching him, but all of them very much awake.
Their need for sleep was just psychological as even Kratos had less need for sleep compared to regular men. But, he still did it to avoid more psychological problems. But now, he had to address the current sleeping situation.
He did not mind sharing his bed with the girls, but he wondered why even Sin was here.
"Alright, now quick question, Sin, why did you decide to sleep here?"
Sin shrugged.
"I hate to quote Quency, but I thought it would be fun. There, I said, happy now?"
He nodded.
"Very."
Now though, she was very curious about Kratos as a man. The 4 of them were very sexy women and any man of lesser will would have fallen to temptation, but not Kratos. She was both impressed by it and mildly annoyed.
"OK, I need to know. Are you just a good person, lack incentive, or just respect boundaries? In the week I and Scathach have slept her, you have not slipped your hand to cup a feel or take a peek at any of us. Not even Guilty who would let you if you asked.
Being too good is borring you know."
Guilty nodded as she shifted to wrap one of her arms around his chest. He was still wearing his tank top so it was not direct contact, but it was enough.
"I would just ask if you want to touch. Or don't."
Guilty's eyes were locked on him while her tongue was slightly poking out of her lip. Quency smirked as she placed her hands behind her head.
"I am such a good wing woman. Right, Scathach?"
Scathach currently had her shark face mask and refused to look at him. She was still embarrassed about him putting her on his lap.
"Sure I guess."
That was all they would get out of her as she buried her head in a pillow. As for Sin's question, Kratos had questions of his own that would better explain his mental state.
"Sin, how old are you? Really."
Sin thought about it as the process of becoming a Nikke was rough at the best of times. Most memories were gone or wiped, but she had a few still remaining.
"I have been a Nikke for about three years, and if my few remaining memories are to be believed, I was 20 when I turned so, 23"
Quency turned over and leaned into his face.
"I am 24 years old by the way. Been a Nikke for the same amount of time as Sin."
Guilty also gave her age.
"I am 22."
Scathach blushed brightly and in a barely audible whisper told them her age.
"I am 29. 5 Years as a Nikke."
"Thanks for sharing. Now, to get what I am saying. I am only 25, not much older than the three of you. But when I was growing up, I was odd. I can't really explain it very well, but as I grew up I knew I was different compared to other people. I grew faster and larger than other boys, I was stronger than even kids years older than me.
I could outrun the best track runners with very little exercise, but I also perceive the world differently. I can perceive time at a different rate than normal people.
Because of that, staying still was hard for me growing up. Being in school made me angry as listening to the teacher ramble on for what seemed hours was stressful. One day, I got so annoyed I smashed my fists on the desk and broke it.
From then on, the other kids feared me so I was left without friends which I was not new to. As I grew up, I just kept getting bigger, more muscular, and even weirder. When I turned 14 and started to go through puberty I grew huge.
I seemed to grow taller daily, my muscles grew with minimal training, and my senses got even better. And I have a good reason why I have so little experience when it comes to women and have no idea what I am supposed to be doing. In high school, I actually got confessed to by a girl.
If I am not mistaken, her name was Minna, never bothered to learn it really. She was a pretty girl and quite smart but she ended up confessing her love to me. I could see in her eyes how much hope she had for me to say yes, but do you know what was the only emotion I could feel at that time looking at her?"
Quency quieted down and answered.
"Contempt?"
He nodded as he looked at the ceiling.
"I knew it was wrong of me, but I felt insulted at the idea. She even dared to ask me something like that, but through pure will, I rejected her as gently as I could. Broke the poor girl's heart that she stopped going to school for a few days. Of course, it was a teenage crush so she got over it pretty quickly.
But, my Father pulled me aside that day when I explained the situation to him. What he told me, I still don't really believe to this day. He said our Family, the Cromwells are descendent of Ares, the god of War."
Guilty hugged him a bit and rested her head on his chest.
"Do you believe in that?"
"Not really. I have no reason to, but we Cromwell men are genetically superior to any other man. And I am not saying that because of bias, we literally are better in every way than other men. Why else would my Father and Grandfather still look so strong?"
Quency remembered something.
"At your mom's birthday. Both of the sets of your grandparents were there? But, now realize something. How old are your Grandparents?"
"My dad's parents are getting up there. My grandfather is 84 years old while my grandmother is 79. Why?"
Quency sat up as she still remembered seeing both his grandparents and noticed the difference. Kronus' Father was huge, like his son and grandson. Atlas Cromwell was his name and he was 6'10. Despite his advanced age, the man was still a paragon of strength.
His wife Miranda Cromwell was a tall old lady at 6'2 and neither of them used walkers or walking aids. Their backs were straight like arrows and they looked years younger than they should. However, looking at Eleanor's parents it was obvious they got the shorter end of the stick.
Their ages were similar to their daughter's husband, but both of them were showing their age.
"Do you Cromwells age slower?"
"Actually yes, we just don't suffer from the effects of age as badly as others. Even the women of the Cromwell bloodline are stronger than their peers."
Sin was actually impressed.
"So, it's totally possible that the story you just said is true?"
He nodded.
"No one has proved the existence of such a thing before, but who is to say long ago Ares did not sire my line? Now, get to sleep. We need to relax, not talk about old stories late at night."
They all agreed with him and actually began to get to sleep. The night was a peaceful one as the 5 of them all had some mental health issues. For some reason, even Kratos found that having someone to sleep with helped them relax.
Even Sin began to enjoy the company of her squad mates and Kratos. Was she becoming sentimental? Most definitely not, but they were providing her something so she did nothing to ruin the current arrangement.
The next morning when they all woke up, they all returned to their rooms to shower. Once they were finished, they grouped back together in the living room as there was no training today. They were ordered to take it easy to prepare for their surgeries so that is what they did.
But, while they were lounging around Kratos' house, there was a knock at the door. Kratos got up from the couch where they were all watching movies from before the Rapture war. When he got to the door and opened it, waiting outside were the same Nikkes that had helped deliver their weapons to his family estate.
Two Nikkes were holding two cases while the last one helped one big case. The leading Nikke saluted before speaking.
"Delivery from Sir Kronus."
"Yes, come inside. Set them in the living room."
"Sir."
The three Nikkes followed him inside and without even glancing at Guilty, Quency, Sin, or Scathach they set down the weapon cases. They saluted him one last time before they exited the house.
Quency looked at the weapon cases but had a question.
"I will bite, who are those Nikkes? They are always seen following your Father's orders."
Kratos sat down on the floor as he was excited to look at these weapons.
"They are a private Squad under the Direct Command of my Father. Their squad name is The Daughters of Anteus. All you need to know is that they answer to my Father and no one else."
Guilty squinted her eyes as every time they had met only once before and she had yet to forget them.
"They seem to look down on us."
"That's because they do. My Father is not 'allowed' to manufacture Nikkes, but he did it anyway with those three. His own personal death squad who will go to any length to achieve an order he gives them."
Quency smirked.
"Hey, every thought of bedding your Father's prized squad."
"The thought has never crossed my mind because I value having my member. I do not joke with them nor will I. And you should not either because they can kill without issue."
Sin turned to look at him in shock.
"They can?"
"They have the Do Not Kill Humans directive removed to do my Dad's bidding. You see the kind of gear and technology my Family have access to, what makes you think they don't."
Guilty licked her lips as that sounded delicious. She had killed a human before, but she had used a loophole. She just hugged him which was considered a non-threatening action. Only through her monstrous strength had she murdered him.
But she still could not shoot to kill a human.
"Can we get that directive removed?"
Kratos' face became stern, but he nodded.
"If that is what you want, I can put a word in with my Father. Even for you Sin."
Sin smiled as she pointed at her face.
"You sure? I could decide that I want to kill you."
Kratos did not fear her.
"You could do that, but then I have three individuals who will make sure you don't live after that."
Sin was instantly glared at by Guilty, Quency, and Scathach. She smiled and raised her hands in defeat.
"I was joking."
He reached out and patted her head.
"Sure you were. You know, you are kinda cute when you get all killy."
Sin smiled and patted him on the arm.
"I am not sure if that means your brain truly is different from normal people, or if being descendants of a god of War makes you like that."
"It's just a story. Nothing more."
Quency shook her head and got serious for once. Or she would have if she did not bow to him.
"Oh, descendent of the divine. Grant me onto your seed in the manner of your people. Through hard ra-"
Before she got done with her words, he had tossed one of the couch cushions at her face making her dodge.
"Hey, you didn't let me finish."
"Of course I did. Anyways, let's check what my dad made for us."
The 5 of them got to open the containers that held the new weapons. They all opened them at the same time, but the only thing in common was that they all loved them. Kratos had wanted a pair of swords he could use when needed and his father had delivered.
Two masterfully crafted black swords rested inside the case. They were in dark green sheathed, but when he picked them up in his hands he felt them begin to link up to the systems in his eye which then went to his brain.
"Ah, Vibro Swords. And from the design, Xenophase Blades."
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Guilty picked up her axe which was massive, bigger than she was. However, she held it quite comfortably in her hands.
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"Where are these from?"
"Once again my dad took inspiration from Warhammer like always. He always loved to design weapons and technology from those works. Does it always work? No. Is the outcome still better than not, absolutely. As for these, these are all Vibro weapons.
Meaning, they vibrate at high frequencies to make cutting through hard metal easier. I think the same is true for all of these weapons. He took what the Ark found through the first melee weapon squad, and improved on it in just two months. Crazy."
Quency reached into the smaller case and pulled out two black knives. They were as long as her forearm and very thick. Made specifically to pierce through the metal bodies of raptures.
"Ok, now these are knives."
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Scathach observed her knives before she reached down and grabbed the small cylinder in the case. When she held it, it extended out into a bright red spear. She realized that it was exactly like Scathach's if not more high-tech.
"Your dad?"
He nodded.
"Yup, that man would not let that chance slip. Now, do you all know how to use them?"
He turned to Sin who had drawn out the Katana that had been made for her. She drew it out and watched as it began to glow a bright purple. She smiled as she loved the gifts that Kratos kept sending their way.
"You know, most men buy their dates flowers, candy, or restaurant trips. But you buy weapons and I love it."
"I do try. Too bad we can't try these out as we are on ordered relaxation."
Quency smiled as she patted him on the shoulder.
"Come on, this is relaxation. We are putting our stress out on fake simulations."
He thought about it before smiling.
"Fuck it. Everyone gets dressed, we are going to the Simulation Room."
Quency jumped for joy and ran upstairs itching to try her new knives. The others were more restrained, but they too were excited to become even better killers. As for Kratos, he was dying to get using these blades. The more weapons they got, the better chance they would get to take down Fenrir.
And he would use everything, to achieve that.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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