The Road To Hell

The Road To Hell Prologue
Good Intentions
By Entervixen
(warning; graphic, painful het NCS lemon iis pis part. If you don\'t like, don\'t read. However, if you want to know what happens minus the NCS, email me and I\'ll send you a summary minus the tidbits you won\'t like.)

Moraine made her way to her father’s office, Dais in the lead, wondering why Daeniel had summoned her. She felt it didn’t bode well, since Maeniel, her brother, had warned her that she needed to be careful when Dais had come with the message that their father needed to see her, and now. Dais’ face had been closed, offering nothing beyond the call of duty. That worried her even more. Dais was very upfront with her, treating her as an adult instead of a fifteen-year-old girl who could have passed for younger just by her looks. Instead, he had simply said that her father wanted to see her, now, and that Maeniel was to go with the man with him, a man that Moraine barely recognized but that Dais had called Kurtys. Kurtys was just as blank faced as Dais was, but he gave her a look of sympathy as she passed him by.
“Moraine.”
Moraine turned to face Maeniel, who had called out her name as they reached the split in the hall. “Yes?”
“Be careful.” Maeniel’s young face had aged, so that a much older person was peeking out from behind those startling white eyes. Moraine swallowed and nodded, now afraid. Maeniel only got that look when he saw something, something bad. She also knew that was all he would divulge to her. It was a general warning, but one that she would heed.
Moraine turned back to Dais, squaring her shoulders as she did. “Let’s go.” The voice that came out was not that of a fifteen-year-old, it was the commanding tone of the woman she would grow into. Dais nodded and turned as well, heading out of the room that joined her room and Maeniel’s and started off towards her father’s office without a second glance behind them.
Moraine followed Dais silently, her mind whirling with what reasons he could have summoned her foer mer mind drew a blank, over and over. There was no reason for him to summon her that she could think of. And it wasn’t a fatherly summons, either. If he had wanted to see her, he would have come himself, not sent Dais to fetch her.
The walk seemed to be over before it began, and Dais knocked once on the door before walking in.
Daeniel, her father, was seated behind his desk, perusing some papers before him. He didn’t look up until Moraine sat. Dais stayed standing, behind her and to one side.
Daeniel addressed Dais first.ank ank you. If you could wait just outside, I would appreciate it.”
Dais nodded and walked out, closing the door behind him.
“Now, Moraine,” Daeniel began, “Things are starting to change. My sources have informed me that Talpa is on his way now. I know I said that I would first put you in charge of a small command, but some of the officers have fled, leaving me grasping for straws. You are young, but you are well trained for your age, and that has influenced my decision. You are to be in charge of the cavalry. I know this is a big command to throw you into, but I need as many on my side as possible, and I trust you.” He held up a hand for silence as Moraine opened her mouth to speak. “To help you out, I am giving you Dais as your second. We have talked about it and feel that it is the best way to go.”
“So you talked about where to appoint me without my knowing?” Moraine’s voice was quiet, calm. Daeniel flinched. He knew that tone, and knew it well. It did nothing to reassure him. Moraine held up a hand, quieting him. “You treat me as an equal these past few months, discuss with me where would be best to place for my first command, and then you change it all around to fit your needs.” Her eyes were hard and steely, her face set into familiar stubborn lines, but her voice remained calm, cool, in control. “Without me here, without me knowing.”
“Moraine, please. This just came up. I was not plotting behind your back.” He thrust a few papers at her. “I just now received the reports. Read them if you like. I am sorry if I upset you, but I felt it was the best place to assign you. You’ll get experience in battle, but with any luck won’t be constantly in the thick of things.”
Moraine stood up. “Fine. When do I start?”
Daeniel sighed, but knew that was by far the best reaction he could have hoped for. “There’s one last thing before you bring Dais in.” Daeniel opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out a black satin box, handing it silently to Moraine. “Your mother told me to give this to you, when I felt you were ready.”
Moraine took the offered box and opened it. Inside was a beautiful silver necklace containing a shimmering blue orb. “She said that you would know what to do with it, when the time comes.”
Moraine shut the box and slid it into a pocket. “Why now? Mother’s been dead for years.”
“She wanted me to give it to you when I felt you were readyaeniaeniel closed his eyes. Just the thought of Kari, his late wife, still brought tears to his eyes, even though she had died years before.
“I understand.” Her voice softened with compassion, her eyes losing their hard glare. “Do you want me to fetch Dais?”
Daeniel ran his hands over his face and sighed. “Yes. Bring Dais in.”

Moraine stood at the front of the line of men, watching as the battle below unfolded. The men had been unhappy when they found out Moraine was to be their new leader, but she was able to quickly change their minds. To demonstrate her abilities, she had sparred with Dais, a quick match that ended with her the victor, earning their admiration and respect.
The call to battle had come early that morning, as Moraine made her way to the training grounds. She had rushed to the barracks where the calvary men slept, her sword already at her side. They had been up and ready since dawn, and were awaiting her orders when she arrived, Dais at her side. Her father had wanted someone that both her and her men knew to be her second. He had silenced her protests by saying that even one familiar face would be helpful, and Dais was a capable man, to say the least.
It was looking bad; Talpa’s Foot Soldiers were swamping her father’s men, and they couldn’t use guns against them. The damn things did no damage whatsoever. Her father had known this, however, and had been training his men to be able to use medieval weapons along with guns. But their numbers made it so hard to fight against them.
From her viewpoint, Moraine could see that her father was fighting what had to be one of the warlords. So, weighing her options, she gave the signal and started towards the battle, the men hot on her heels.
They hit the battle with a clash, Moraine swinging her sword left and right like it was a part of her. She remembered her brother’s warning, and the situation her father had been in raced through her mind so she slowly made her way in that direction. Dais was somewhere off behind her, too caught up inyingying alive to notice that she was breaking away.
Just as Moraine came close enough to see him, a man dressed in rot colored green armor came up and slashed, cutting through his chain mail and opening a large gash in his shoulder. Moraine screamed and ran up to them, swinging between the man and her father.
“Get away from him, you fuck!” She screamed, slashing at the man. That man just laughed and grabbed her sword arm, wrenching sharply as he pulled her small frame towards him. Moraine found herself hoisted up and tossed, where another man caught her. “Deal with her,” the man laughed. “I’ll finish this one off.”
The man that had caught Moraine laughed as well and, with a well-placed blow to the back of her neck, knocked her out cold. Moraine’s last coherent thought was a plea to end her life quickly.

Moraine awoke, bound heavily by thick chains; they criss-crossed her upper chest, binding her arms behind her back, and at the ankles, effective trapping her feet. It took her a moment to realize that her armor and clothing were gone. Looking around her, Moraine could see only trees, but could dimly hear the battle. As she turned her head the other way, though, her eyes fell on a different man, still in green armor, but paler and not as sickly looking, his face hidden by an elaborate helmet. Moraine swallowed. It was just like Dais’ armor. She had never seen the warlords up close, but now that she was face to face with one… her mind reeled under the impact of it all. Dais was one of them? Oh my god, I never knew. No wonder he knows so much about Talpa.
“I see you are awake, Little One. Foolish, to interfere like that.”
Moraine spit at him, but missed. “Fuck you,” she snarled in rage. “Let me go.”
The man slowly advanced on her, grinning. “Not a chance. He removed his helmet as he came closer, revealing white blonde hair and a well-sculpted face. He would have been handsome if it wasn’t for the maniacal gleam in his icy green eyes. Moraine struggled to get away, but she couldn’t. As he came to stand over the struggling girl, he banished his armor, leaving his sub-armor on. “You know, though, your first suggestion was a good one. You’re a pretty one. I can’t kill you just yet, and not have any fun.” His smile widened, and he knelt between Moraine’s chained legs. He rearranged her lower body and banished his sub-armor as well. From this angle, Moraine couldn’t see anything but his naked upper body, but she could feel his erection pressed against her, and she struggled harder, trying to get away.
“Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare!” she screamed, but it was hopeless. This far away, they would mistake her scream for a fallen comrade, if they heard anything at all. They both knew that. Moraine screamed ag thi this time with no words, but it fell on deaf ears. Leaning over her small body, he nudged against her once before slamming into her.
Moraine screamed again, but this time in pain. It hurt, hurt worse than she thought anything could. It was torture. A part of Moraine was telling her that she wouldn’t survive this, but the pain overrode that part of her thinking, absorbing her in the pain.
The man in green armor grinned evilly as he paused for a moment. “A virgin, huh? Figures. A cunt like you couldn’t get a man close enough to notice you, let alone fuck your brains out.”
Despite the pain, the insult registered and she spat at him. “Nazi cumdumpster!” she screamed at him. The man recoiled, from both her spit and her sudden show of spirit. “Nazi, am I? Looks like you’re the one who’s going to be a ‘cumdumpster’ soon enough.” He growled and thrust into her sharply, sparking more pain deep within her.
Moraine yipped in pain and snapped the first thing that came to mind. “Not man enough to get a woman by any other means?”
He recoiled again, his face clouding with anger. After a few seconds the man pulled his fist back and punched her hard in the mouth, splitting her lip. Moraine gasped with shock, too surprised to do more than that. “Want it rougher bitch? I’ll give you rougher.” With that stated, he pulled out of her and slammed into her ass. Moraine’s scream was loud and pain filled, much loud than the ones from before. It had been painful before, but now… it was too much. She twisted and writhed against him, trying to buck her hips away, but it was no use. She was chained, and he had her pinned down. All Moraine could do was lie there and cry, which only fueled his desire. Make it end. Oh, god, I don’t want to live though this, was the only thing Moraine could think.
Just as she thought she would die from pain, he withdrew and slammed into her cunt, spilling his seed into her depths. Now spent, the warlord withdrew from her and stood up. As he did, something dropped from the trees above and dragged him to the ground. The Warlord went down, cursing and screaming. He spun and went to strike, but quickly realized he was naked and with no time to grab his yoroi. So with one last sneer at the shuddering and crying Moraine, he vanished into thin air.
Moraine tried to rollr tor to hide her state of undress as she cried. Soft footsteps made their way to her, and she screamed out loud. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
“Moraine, it’s me, Dais.”
“Go away,” she screamed, sobbing. “You’re fucking one of them!”
“Moraine, I’m not.” Dais knelt next to her, but didn’t touch her. “Moraine, I am your second in command. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Moraine cried even harder at that. “I’ve seen your armor, and I’ve seen theirs. You’re fucking one of them!”
“God, Moraine.” Dais risked touching her to undo the chains before pulling her into his arms as he sat. Moraine beat at him with her hands, but it was no use. He was wearing his armor, and could feel nothing of what she was doing. “Moraine, it’s going to be okay.”
“No, its not!” She sobbed against his chest. She finally clung to Dais as if he were a lifeline, she cried as if her heart would break in her chest. Dais said nothing more, just held and rocked her until she passed out in his arms. Once he was sure that she was out, he stood up and began the trek back to the manor with Moraine cradled in his arms.

Moraine took the news quietly, bowing her head to her knees as the nurse gave Moraine the results of the test they had just run.
“I’m sorry, Miss Shiten.”
Moraine shook her head. “It is not your fault, Nurse Arato.”
The nurse shook her head as she bowed to her, a look of pain and sadness clear on her face. “So young…” Moraine heard her mumble as she walked away.
Dais walked in as the nurse was walking away. He took in her defeated expression and laid a hand on her shoulder. Moraine jumped and pivoted on the bed, grabbing his wrist as she did so.
“It’s me, Moraine.”
Moraine swallowed a few times and let him go. “I’m sorry.” A tear trailed down her cheek, and she let it. “The tests came back.”
Dais sat down next to her. “And?”
Moraine rested her face on her drawn up knees, breathing rapidly. “Dais, I’m pregnant.”