Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 863: Private meal (4)

With the expression of a doting father plastered on his face Frost brought up the Dungeon menu in its more inert state which locked him out of most of its management but still allowed him access to his many, many photos.

Skilfully he screened through the many folders that would not be considered appropriate for his date to see -at least not at their current juncture- until he locked onto those that held pictures of Nanna and Loki.

"Here they are, aren’t the two of them just adorable." He cooed and fawned over the pictures, sending pounding waves through Khione’s heart. The look on his face being quite destructive as doting fathers were always rather popular.

She found her smirk changing to a warm smile as she laid eyes on the two children, finding them just as adorable as Frost led her to believe.

Cute as a button, innocent, gentle and kind expressions despite the trauma and rigour they’d been through not so long ago. She soon found herself enamoured with them, hoping to hold and carry them in her arms.

Since she was the youngest of her siblings she was always the one being doted on and cared for rather than the one doing the doting, always the little sister never the big sister – regardless of the usual disparity in size and physical stature.

Before Frost could do anything to stop her Khione took control of the strange holographic screen and started whizzing through his collections, her eyes lightening up after every one of them and her heart feeling fuller as she saw more of their lives, the lives of the two children she would soon meet and become involved with.

Frost was her fiancé; an arrangement that her parents and Frost’s had orchestrated without her knowledge nor input but after spending time with the man and getting to know him it was something she now personally desired. She was determined to be with him no matter the cost.

For several minutes Khione looked at the photos and asked all sorts of questions, questions Frost was more than happy to answer. Once you get him talking about Nanna and Loki you could never shut him up. A doting father through and through.

Everything was going brilliantly; she even saw pictures of Maya and Daki in the background or alongside the young siblings. Her gaze lingered on Maya, recognising this prodigy from the Fenrir clan. Although she may not remember the two of them had met in the past, back when Khione could still be considered small and cute. She had been invited to the royal palace by one of her elder sisters, the two of them were friends and could be somewhat considered as rivals.

Khione could remember witnessing their duel -an allowance granted by both her mother and the sister who was fighting- and for the first time in her life she saw her elder sister getting her ass handed to her and without any effort on Maya’s part. It was a complete shut out, a result that caught her elder sister by surprise. She expected a fierce fight, a contest that would allow her to show off her skills to her cute baby sister, instead she was ashamed and made to look incompetent as Maya wiped the floor with her arrogance.

Through this exchange Khione cemented her desire to become strong and surpass all her siblings and even her own mother who was considered one of the most talented geniuses to ever grace the realm of Niflheim.

The dark shame that her sister had to bear that day only grew as the young Khione did her best to run after Maya whenever she could during the rest of her visit with eyes like that of a puppy. Of course the rest of the family found it downright adorable, encouraging her to learn from Maya’s example.

The woman in the pictures however was quite a stark contrast. The face was the same but the air surrounding her was completely different. She appeared warmer, kinder and somehow gentle.

"Is this really Maya, the proud Princess of the Fenrir tribe?" She couldn’t help but ask.

"Hmm yeah that’s her."

"She seems less...."

"Like a mad battle junkie that feeds off the suffering and pain of her opponents." Replied Frost without any hesitation, knowing full well the origin of Khione’s confusion.

"I wouldn’t put it that way exactly but yeah that sounds more like the woman I know." Maya in her memories was normally cold and aloof like a block of ice, only changing into a mad demon when it came to battle or from what her sister said whenever she got angry.

This gentle, mature and even motherly glow she had felt foreign to her, she struggled to connect to two in her mind as the same person.

"Don’t worry she’s still that person deep down, she’s only a saint when she’s in front of the kids. With me, especially when it comes to training she thoroughly enjoys breaking every bone in my body and then healing me with magic all while having a sadistic smile on her lips." That demonic expression of hers still sends shivers down his back whenever he sees her flash it.

"Hmm you do have a body that just screams to be broken." Almost instinctively Khione flashed the exact same expression Maya showed whenever it was time to train.

’Damn I really do know how to pick them.’ Frost’s spine shivered in response, Khione’s image overlapping with Maya’s.

Khione then detracted her gaze from Maya and focused on the sprightly green woman with a figure that naturally inspired lust and desire. Such dynamite curves and shapes that made even herself feel inferior to some degree.

She then glanced back at Frost, her focus repeatedly swapping between the two before lightly humming in acknowledgement, fully understanding his reasons for chasing after such a woman hell even she couldn’t help but feel her desire growing, her eyes lingering on her figure, aspects of her mother clearly being strongly passed down through the gene pool.

"Daki’s quite beautiful I can certainly understand why you’re drawn to her."

"Yes she is but she’s also much more than that." Frost’s expression once again revealed a deep sense of love and affection but this time it made Khione’s heart lurch.

"She’s fierce, determined, passionate, bold and so full of life and excitement that every moment that I’m with her I can’t help but smile from the bottom of my heart." To him Daki inspired far more than simple lust, he was drawn to her charisma, her smile, her passion for smithing and her boundless drive for excitement, her sexual appetite and looks were merely icing on an already delectable cake.

"You know you’re a lot like her Khione; you both have this innate determination and focus when it comes to your passions." For Khione it was training, the desire to become stronger whereas for Daki it was smithing and perhaps to a slightly lesser decree sex.

"Hmm is that so." She simply had to take his words at face value until she met the woman personally.

Khione continued to scroll through the pictures with a mixture of a warm, serene smile on her lips and some kind of subtle darkness hidden within the depths of her eyes. Judging and observing the life lived by the man that managed to worm his way into her previously impenetrable heart.

After few minutes later, just before the waitress Solana was about to bring out the first course Khione who was feeling elated by what she had seen so far came across something that made her freeze. That darkness that was nothing more than a glint, a small dot expanded to the point that her entire iris shone with a blood red glow.

Her entire body tensed up, her blood threatening to boil as her upper and lower teeth ground against each other. She turned her neck to the side and stared a hole through her date with a look that sent shivers radiating down his spine.

Frost felt the chill of death wrapping itself around his heart, gripping it tightly and whispering the promise of an upcoming meeting in his ear.

The shift in her demeanour was so sudden that he was caught completely off guard. Instinctively he glanced at the holographic screen, the only thing that could have possibly set her off and the instant he did.

’Fuck!’ He internally cursed. One of the ’dangerous’ photos had somehow ended up in the wrong folder resulting in Khione being force fed the provocative sight of a scantily glad Daki leaning atop his bed on all fours, her strong arms toned from repetitive hammering emphasizing a chest that needed no emphasize as her ass hovered high in the air, like a perfect full moon.

The lustful presence in her gaze was intoxicating; her eyes clearly fixed on something she desperately wanted or perhaps even needed. The object in question wasn’t in the photo per say but there was a flash of exposed feet, leg and subtle reflection in those pink hued eyes of hers, too indistinct for the average viewer but for someone of Khione’s strength it was clear as day.

The warm fuzzy feeling she had been experiencing was instantly replaced with a sour darkness, anger and even a modicum of bloodlust, at least initially.