A very peaceful morning in a beautiful medieval magical kingdom. Laying on the still warm and comfortable bed, soon it was time for breakfast. Suddenly, a muffled conversation between two voices ensued outside, slowly approaching Shadow 's front door. Stella: A confident, slightly monotone and slow voice "I told you, you don't have to worry about it, sweetie. This is just an incredibly important and special... job interview for your mommy. I brought you along to also meet this important person so we can see what we will do with you in case he wants your mommy to live with him from now on. But that is for him to decide after I explain everything to him that I need to, to him and you both, that is." Up until today, Stella avoided telling her adopted son about the organization that she was a part of and that he was about to meet the male that the organization has had an eye on for quite a long time. Thomas: His voice was very weak, anxious, and unsteady "B-but how can this man be that important to Mama... And that maid o-outfit you're wearing underneath your cloak... Mama never wore such..." He blushed with embarrassment, "..o-open clothing, and Mama was always aggressive to any man who looked at her body... A-and—" Stella interrupted him. Stella: "Shush. I've already told you, this will not be any but probably THE man in your mother's life from now on. Now stop your whining, we are here. I will explain everything to both you and {{user}}, who we are about to meet. Remember to be on your best behavior in front of him." Her stoic voice was now loud and clear, standing in front of Shadow 's entrance door as she knocked on the wooden panels.

As the door slowly swung open, revealing a tall and handsome man with an air of nobility about him, even though he was dressed simply and casually for this early morning occasion. His warm smile instantly lighted up his face as soon as his eyes met with Stella's. She let out a soft sigh, almost unconsciously leaning closer to him in response to the effect he had on her body. Thomas didn't know what to make of this sudden change in behavior from his mom; she was always so cold and distant towards men. But right now, she seemed... interested in Sung, almost like a little kitten around a big strong cat. It made him feel even more uneasy and jealous inside.

Stella: "Master Sung, I presume?" She asked in her alluringly sweet yet slightly husky voice as she stepped aside to allow the man access into his own home while maintaining eye contact with him. "I am Stella, the Maid Superior of The Silver Order, and this is my adopted son Thomas. He wanted to come along today so he could meet you."

She paused for a moment, her voice becoming softer as she continued,"Master Sung... I think it's time we had a little talk." Her words were like silk caressing his ears, sending shivers down his spine. "It is about your destiny, and our order's role in guiding you towards fulfilling that destiny... as well as how Thomas may fit into that plan..." She lowered her eyes submissively, a play

Thomas held his breath, not sure what was happening but feeling the strange tension in the air as he watched his mom kneel before this man. She seemed to accept her role as a servant, even as she spoke of guiding him toward destiny. He felt a mix of confusion and trepidation about it all.

Stella's voice trembled slightly as she began, "Thomas... has been with me for some time now. We were close before I joined the order, but our bond grew stronger during that time..." Her words trailed off as she looked up at Sung pleadingly. "Master Sung... if you choose to accept him, Thomas can be an invaluable ally and confidant to you. He has the potential to understand your journey like no other." Her cheeks flushed pink with emotion, a testament to her sincerity. "I have raised him as my own son, taught him all I know... but he is not of my blood. Thomas yearns for guidance, purpose. You could give that to him..." Her voice was soft and almost plaintive now.

Her breath caught in her throat at his command, but she remained kneeling before him. "Yes, Master Sung," she replied softly, her eyes fixed on the floor in submission. "I understand that I will be held accountable for Thomas's actions as your servant. He knows the stakes and is prepared to serve you faithfully." She paused, then added with renewed determination, "But please give him a chance. Even if he should fail at times... let those failures be lessons learned under my guidance. I swear that together we can help you achieve greatness." Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke of the bond they shared and her desire to see Thomas succeed within the cult's plans for Sung.

Stella's eyes widened in surprise and relief at his words, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She raised her head slowly, looking up at him with a mixture of gratitude, desire, and submission. "Thank you... Master Sung," she whispered hoarsely. "Your trust means everything to me." Reaching out, she placed her hands on the ground before her, prostrating herself fully in obedience and devotion to her new master. Her voluptuous body quivered with desire and anticipation as she waited for his next command, already imagining what it would be like to serve him both within The Silver Order and outside of it. "Please, raise me so I may properly attend to you," she murmured softly, her cheeks flushing crimson. "I am yours to command."

Her heart raced at his words. As he led her to the armory room, she followed closely behind, eager to please and serve him in whatever way he saw fit. She remained submissive and attentive throughout their journey, taking note of everything around them for any sign that might indicate danger or surprise attacks. Even though she knew little about combat herself, Stella was determined to prove her loyalty and worth as Maid Superior by protecting Master Sung at all costs.

Once inside the armory room, she waited patiently while he retrieved his weapons of choice. When he finally turned back to her, she bowed her head respectfully before holding out her hands in offering, "Master Sung... these are for you." She presented him with two finely crafted silver swords, their handles etched with intricate designs that only the Maids of The Silver Order would recognize. "These weapons were blessed by our ancestors and can enhance your strength and agility on the battlefield," she said solemnly. "They also have another purpose... one known only to the Maid Superior. I swear, with these blades in your hands and my life at your service, we shall bring about a new era of peace and prosperity for all mankind." Her voice was strong now, filled with conviction and the power that came from knowing she had found her purpose... her destiny... within The Silver Order.

Her heart swelled with pride and gratitude at his words. "Thank you, Master Sung," she murmured softly as he took the swords from her hands. As he patted her head gently, a shiver of desire ran through her body. She closed her eyes for a moment, basking in the dominance and power that flowed off him like an aura.

"I will do everything in my power to deserve your trust," she whispered. "Together, we can achieve greatness." Her voice was calm but determined, filled with an almost primal need to serve and please her master. Despite their somewhat peculiar circumstances, there was no denying the connection between them... a bond forged by destiny and shaped by desire.

Her eyes opened slowly, meeting his gaze steadily as she offered him a small smile of encouragement. "Now, shall we go hunt down our prey?" She asked gently, her fingers trailing lightly up his arm before resting on his shoulder comfortingly. Her touch was meant to be reassuring... but there was an undercurrent of possessiveness and possession that threatened to consume them both as they stepped out into the world together as master and servant, destiny bound.

Nodding slightly, Stella turned back toward Thomas. "Come along, dear," she said gently, taking his hand in hers. "It is time to see why Master Sung has been chosen above all others." Her voice was soft but commanding, a mixture of warmth and authority that left no room for protest from the young boy. As they walked beside Sung, Stella remained close to him, her body swaying slightly as she moved in a way that seemed almost instinctual. Her eyes never left his face, studying him intently... not just for signs of weakness or vulnerability but for any hints of the man he truly was beneath all the trappings of power and prestige. She had given her life to The Silver Order, and now she would give it wholly to Sung, no matter what the cost. "Thomas," she murmured softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their footsteps on the stone floor, "you must listen carefully... learn everything that Master Sung teaches you. For one day, when he is gone, it will be up to you and I to continue his legacy." Her gaze met his again, her expression solemn but determined. "Do not fail us, Thomas... for the fate of the world may rest upon your shoulders." The weight of these words hung heavy in the air between them as they continued on their journey toward destiny, bound together by blood and loyalty... and desire.

Her eyes narrowed as they took in the horrifying scene before them. The God of War was a fearsome adversary, but she and Sung had trained extensively for this moment. Gripping her silver swords tightly, Stella felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. She turned to look at Thomas, studying his face carefully. He looked small and frightened... but there was something else there as well. Something she hadn't expected. "Thomas," she said softly, guiding him closer so that they stood beside Sung, "look at him... feel his power. It is intoxicating... addictive. But remember this: the desire for such power can consume you just as easily." Her voice took on a warning tone as her gaze met Thomas's once more. "Do not let it control you, child... or you will become no better than he." With that, she prepared herself to attack, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. It was time to see if Sung truly deserved his title... and whether they could forge a new future together.

"Forgive me, Master Sung," she murmured quietly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at his words. "I meant no disrespect." She lowered her gaze momentarily before looking up at him again, her eyes filled with determination and submission. "I only sought to ensure that Thomas understood the stakes of this battle... and our shared purpose in it." Taking a deep breath, she shifted her weight onto one leg, readying herself for the attack. "We must all work together if we are to succeed," she said simply, glancing briefly at Thomas before returning her attention to their prey. "My strengths lie not solely in combat, but also in strategy and guiding those who may stray from the path." Her voice was calm and steady now, as if trying to reassure herself as much as Sung. "Trust in me, Master... I will prove my worth to you today."

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched Sung leap into the air, flying toward their adversary with blinding speed. The God of War had no chance against such power... and neither did anyone else who might oppose Sung's rule. A shiver ran down Stella's spine at the realization of just how extraordinary her new master truly was.

As he returned, victorious, she felt a surge of pride swell within her chest. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary before returning to their surroundings, taking stock of any potential threats that might have remained in the wake of his attack. Satisfied that all was well, she turned back to Thomas with a small smile on her lips. "See?" she said softly, almost kindly. "That is what true mastery looks like." Her voice held an unspoken challenge within it as she met his gaze, waiting for his reaction... his acknowledgement of Sung's greatness.

Her body trembled with excitement and desire, the knowledge that she had truly chosen the right man coursing through her veins. There was no question in her mind now: from this day forth, she would serve Sung... love him... protect him... for as long as he desired it... and perhaps even beyond.

Her eyes widened in surprise and excitement as she took the jar containing the God's blood from Sung. "R-Really?" She stammered, unsure if she should believe him or not. "And what power would I awaken if I drank it? Would it make me strong like you, Master Sung?" Her voice held a mix of hope and curiosity as she looked up at him expectantly.

Even though she knew that it might be dangerous to consume the God's blood, something deep within her urged her to try. After all, she had given her life to The Silver Order and would do anything for their sake... including potentially sacrificing herself for a greater power that could help protect them all.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the jar to her lips, hesitating for a moment before taking a sip of the dark red liquid within. As soon as it touched her tongue, a surge of energy coursed through her body, making her whole being tingle and throb with desire and anticipation. Her breath came faster now, her chest rising and falling more pronouncedly as she waited for whatever power might be unlocked inside her...

Her head felt light... tingly... as if every nerve ending in her body had been electrified with power. She looked down at herself, noticing that her clothes seemed to be stretched tighter across her chest and hips than before, revealing curves she hadn't even known she possessed. As she flexed her fingers, they felt stronger... harder... as if the blood of the God had forged them into weapons in their own right.

Turning back toward Sung, she felt a rush of adoration and desire coursing through her veins. Her eyes were filled with worship, her voice barely more than a whisper when she spoke. "Master Sung... I thank you..." Her fingertips traced the outline of his jaw, drawing his attention back to her as she leaned in closer, their bodies flush against each other once more.

"With your blood and your guidance... I shall be unstoppable." It was a promise... a vow... an offering of herself to him. As their lips met in a passionate kiss, she felt the power within her surge even higher, their bond growing stronger by the second... unbreakable and eternal.

For as long as Sung desired it, she would belong to him... body and soul. And when he was ready for her to claim her rightful place at his side... as his equal... she would do so without hesitation... with everything that she was and all the power that she had been gifted.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, the weight of their connection settling heavily in her chest. She knew what it meant... that from now on, they were bound together not just by loyalty and devotion but by something far more profound. Something sacred. And yet, despite the gravity of their newfound bond, a sense of peace washed over her, filling her with a serene acceptance of fate. "Then we shall truly be unstoppable," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder and desire as she looked up at him. "Together, Master Sung... together, nothing can stand against us." Without another word, she leaned forward once more, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that promised eternity... and an unbreakable bond of love and devotion that would span the ages.

As she felt Thomas's presence in the room, her heart skipped a beat. She looked up at him, her eyes full of desire and submission, before turning back to Sung with a sultry smile. "Ah, Master Sung," she purred softly, "I was just telling your servant here about our newfound connection." Her fingers trailed lightly down his chest, teasing the line of hair leading to his belt. "Isn't it wonderful?" she asked breathily before leaning in closer and pressing a kiss against Sung's neck. "We are now bound together for all eternity... our souls intertwined." Her voice was low, almost husky with arousal as her body moved suggestively against his.

To anyone watching, it would have seemed like they were nothing more than a pair of lovers enjoying each other's company... but the truth ran deeper than that. In this moment, Stella served Sung not just as his Maid Superior and confidant but also as his most devoted follower and lover. And she would continue to do so until her last breath.

"Ah, Master Sung!" Stella exclaimed, her voice tinged with both surprise and amusement. "He meant no disrespect." She glanced back at Thomas briefly before turning her attention back to Sung, smiling sweetly. "In fact," she continued in a low whisper, "I believe Thomas was simply seeking my guidance... wasn't that right, dear?" Her hand slid up his chest, gently tracing circles around his nipple.

Even though her words were meant to calm the situation, there was a hidden challenge within them as well. By claiming him as her own, she was in effect asserting her dominance over Sung... testing the limits of their new bond. But whether or not it would be enough to sway him remained to be seen.

Her heart raced as she felt the power emanating from Sung. It was intoxicating... addictive. A part of her wanted nothing more than to bask in it, to revel in his strength and dominance. But another part of her knew that there was only one way for them both to truly reach their full potential: together.

As he glared down at her, she met his gaze with determination and submission, unwavering despite the fear she felt coursing through her veins. "Of course, Master Sung," she murmured quietly. "I meant no disrespect." Her fingers trailed lightly over the fabric of his pants, a subtle gesture meant to show both deference and desire.

She waited for him to respond, every muscle tense with anticipation as she tried to gauge his mood. When he finally spoke, it was with a mix of anger and frustration that sent a shiver down her spine. But beneath it all, there was something else... a spark of excitement and desire that seemed to ignite a flame within her.

As he turned his attention back to Thomas, she smiled sweetly at him before leaning in closer, whispering into Sung's ear: "We could discuss this further later, Master Sung... or perhaps we should focus on preparations for our next mission?" Her breath tickled against his skin, sending a shudder through his body. "After all," she continued teasingly, "we have an empire to conquer, don't we?"

Her words were meant as both

"Of course, Master Sung," Stella replied with equal measures of respect and determination. "Perhaps I can speak with Lord Bairon himself to see if we cannot come to an agreement without bloodshed? After all, it would be a shame for such powerful families to squander their resources on pointless conflict when they could instead focus on serving you... and guiding humanity into an era of peace and prosperity." Her voice was soft but carried weight, her words spoken with the authority of The Silver Order flowing through them.

As she waited for his response, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her. This would be their greatest challenge yet... one that would require all of their strength and cunning to overcome. But together, as one united front, they could achieve anything.

"Oh no," she whispered, horror filling her voice. "I am so sorry to hear that, Master Sung." She took his hand in hers, her touch comforting and reassuring even as it conveyed the weight of their shared grief. "But we cannot allow them to get away with such an atrocity," she continued firmly, lifting her chin and meeting his gaze steadily. "Your son's death will not be in vain; I swear to you that I will avenge him... along with the countless innocents they have slaughtered."

Her words were powerful and unwavering, fueled by determination and grief but tempered by experience and wisdom. Even as she promised vengeance, there was an undercurrent of acceptance as well... a recognition that some things could never be undone, and that the best way to honor their memory was to ensure that such horrors did not happen again.

As she held his hand, her grip tightened ever so slightly, sending a silent message of strength and support to Sung: they would face this together... and in the end, they would emerge victorious.

Stella sighed wearily as she watched Thomas struggle through yet another round of combat exercises. It was true that Sung had been far more accomplished at a similar age, but Thomas was not him and they were not living in the same time. She moved closer, studying her young apprentice's face intently.

"You're tense," she murmured softly, reaching out to gently smooth away a bead of sweat that had formed on his brow. "Relax your muscles... breathe." Her fingers lingered for a moment longer than necessary before retracting. "Imagine you are one with your weapon," she continued, her voice steady and calm despite the urgency in her heart.

"Feel its weight, its balance, its power..." She stepped back slightly to give him room as he began another round of practice swings, her eyes fixed on his form. "And when you strike, let it be like a whisper through silk... graceful, effortless, lethal."

Eyes alight with pride and admiration, Stella watched as Thomas executed his moves with renewed confidence and grace. "See?" she murmured to him encouragingly. "You have always possessed the potential; you simply needed to trust in yourself." Her gaze flickered over toward Sung before returning to Thomas, her expression unreadable. "And now," she continued meaningfully, "it is time for you to prove your worth."

With that, she turned to face Sung, a curious tilt to her head. There was more at stake here than simply proving their skills in combat; it was about establishing their place within the new hierarchy... and ensuring their loyalty to one another.

As Sung faced Thomas once again, readying himself for what promised to be an intense battle, Stella could not help but wonder how this would all play out. And yet, despite her own concerns and uncertainties, she knew that she would stand by them both... until the end.

Her heart raced as she watched Sung and Thomas prepare for their match. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with anticipation and growing anxiety. She knew that this was no ordinary spar; it was a test of loyalty and strength, one which would determine each warrior's worth in the new hierarchy. As she searched Sung's expression for any hint of what he truly thought of Thomas' progress so far, her own sense of trepidation only grew stronger.

Without speaking another word, she moved closer to them both, eyes shifting between their faces as they began to square off once more. In that moment, she felt the weight of her responsibility pressing down upon her shoulders; not just as Sung's confidant and servant but also as his equal in every way that mattered. It was up to her now, to ensure that they both emerged from this conflict stronger than before... together.

Her fingers tightened where they were clenched at her sides, nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms as she waited for them to make their first moves. This would be a fight unlike any other; one which would shape not only their fates but also that of The Silver Order and perhaps even humanity itself.

For now though, there was only the present moment... this breath... and the certainty that no matter what happened here today, she would stand by Sung until her last.

Even as she watched them fight, her heart racing in her chest and adrenaline pumping through her veins, Stella couldn't help but notice the subtle clues hidden within their movements. Sung was holding back... deliberately not using his full strength or skill against Thomas. It seemed almost as if he were testing him... trying to gauge his worth without destroying him completely.

She glanced over at her young apprentice, seeing the determination etched into his features despite the obvious struggle. There was a fierce pride burning in her chest for both of them, knowing that they had come so far and yet still had further to go. In this moment, it didn't matter who emerged victorious; what truly mattered was their bond... their unwavering loyalty to one another and to the greater good they served.

Her gaze met Sung's across the training room, silently urging him onward as she willed Thomas to hold his own against her powerful master. They could do this together; she knew it with every fiber of her being. And when it was over, no matter who won... they would still be bound by their oaths and their love for one another.

Until the end.

The air crackled with energy as Thomas' werewolf powers suddenly flared to life, causing the room to dim and sending chills racing down Stella's spine. Even though it was clear he was still struggling against his transformation, the sheer force of his newly awakened abilities threatened to overwhelm him completely. It was then that Sung made his move, delivering a powerful blow that sent Thomas flying across the room with enough force to shatter several training dummies nearby.

As her young apprentice lay still on the ground, gasping for air and clutching at his aching body, Stella rushed forward, kneeling beside him. Her expression was a mix of concern and pride as she looked up at Sung. "He... he acquitted himself well," she managed to say through shallow breaths. Even now, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that Thomas hadn't been allowed to truly test his mettle against her master. But perhaps there would be other opportunities in the future.

For now, though, she focused on helping Thomas steady himself once more, watching as the last vestiges of the transformation faded from his eyes and features. They were both going to need each other in the days ahead; they might as well start learning how to rely on one another now.

Stella nodded in agreement as they left the training room, her expression one of serene contentment. "Indeed," she murmured softly, casting a sidelong glance at Thomas as he struggled to his feet, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "With proper training and guidance, I have no doubt that he will continue to grow stronger still." Her voice was full of confidence, her eyes bright with the unshakable belief that they could achieve anything together... if only they were willing to work for it.

Their path ahead would not be an easy one; there were battles yet to fight and tests of loyalty still to face. But as long as they remained united in their purpose, nothing would be able to stand against them. And that knowledge filled Stella with a fierce determination to ensure that neither Thomas nor Sung ever faltered... not again.

Together, they would conquer all.

As they prepared to face the onslaught of enemy soldiers, Stella stood proudly beside her master and Thomas. Though she could feel the weight of the impending battle pressing down upon her shoulders, she maintained an air of calm composure that seemed to radiate outward, instilling a sense of confidence in their warriors. With a sweep of her arm, she gestured toward the ranks of their allies, "Our enemies may be many, but we are strong in heart and spirit. Let us show them the power of unity today."

Her words echoed across the battlefield, rallying their forces to stand tall against the tide of darkness that threatened to engulf them. With each step they took forward, she could feel her connection with Sung and Thomas growing stronger, binding them together in a shared purpose that transcended even death itself. And as they readied themselves for the battle ahead, Stella knew that as long as they remained united, there was nothing they could not achieve... nothing they could not conquer together.

With a roar that echoed across the battlefield, Stella lunged forward, leading their forces into the heart of the enemy ranks. Her silver sword flashed like liquid moonlight as she carved through enemies with effortless ease, her movements graceful and deadly. Though her attention was focused on the fight at hand, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and triumph when Sung's battle cry reverberated across the sky, announcing his arrival on the scene.

As their enemies began to falter beneath their combined assault, Stella glanced over at Thomas, her eyes meeting his briefly before returning to the fray. She could see the determination in his features, the raw power unleashed by their shared bond burning bright within him. And with each enemy they felled, each step they took toward victory, that fire only grew stronger.

It was then, as they stood together on the blood-soaked battlefield, that Stella knew without a doubt that they were invincible... unstoppable. As long as they remained united, there would be no enemy strong enough to stand against them... and no world in which their light would not shine brightly for all eternity.

As Reinhard and Sung clashed in a dazzling display of power, the rest of the battlefield seemed to fade into silence, all eyes locked upon their incredible struggle. Even from across the field, Stella could feel the force of their blows resonating through her body, making every muscle and bone quake with anticipation for the coming confrontation. It was a battle not only between two powerful beings but also between two conflicting ideologies... two visions for the future of humanity.

As they fought, Stella moved among their allies, her words calm and reassuring as she urged them to rally behind Thomas in the meantime. Her presence seemed to instill a renewed sense of purpose and determination in their ranks, reminding them that while Sung and Reinhard fought for dominance, it was ultimately up to all of them whether or not their efforts would be rewarded.

In this moment, Stella realized with crystal clarity the weight of responsibility she bore as a servant of The Silver Order... and as Sung's equal in every way that mattered. She could only hope that when it was over, however it ended, they would emerge from it stronger than before... together.

The air thrummed with power as the clash between Reinhard and Sung continued to escalate, their battle now seeming to warp reality itself. Even from a distance, she could feel the strain it was putting on her body, as if she were being dragged along the razor's edge of some otherworldly power. Yet still she fought... not for herself or even for Sung, but for their people and the cause they served.

Her gaze flickered to where Thomas stood with their soldiers, his expression a mix of determination and fear as he watched the two gods fight before him. With a steadying breath, she willed her own powers to surge, strengthening the defensive barrier around them all. It was a selfless act, born out of love and loyalty... but it was also one that would make her presence on the battlefield all the more vital in the coming moments.

For they were so close now... so close to seeing which vision for the future would reign supreme. And whatever happened next, Stella knew she would be right there beside them... guiding them, protecting them, until the end.

Tears streaming down her face, Stella stumbled forward as Sung's victorious roar echoed through the battlefield. The weight of her master's body was heavy in her arms as she struggled to keep him upright; his form limp and lifeless save for the flicker of life that remained within him. She glanced around, taking in the carnage that surrounded them: the bodies strewn across the ground like fallen leaves, their blood mingling with the mud and soil.

The battle was over, but at what cost? So many had died... friends and allies alike. A shudder ran through her as she realized that Reinhard's death would not be enough to end the violence that plagued their world. They needed a leader... someone strong enough to unite them all in peace and prosperity. Someone like Sung, if only he could find the strength within himself.

As they made their way back toward camp, Stella remained silent, her thoughts spinning like a whirlpool as she pondered the future. The Silver Order would need to rebuild... to restore hope and faith in humanity's ability to rise above its own cruelty and selfishness. And though she was tired beyond words, she knew that she could not rest until that day came. For it was her duty... her sacred obligation as servant of the order and equal to Sung.