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The warehouse looked the same as any other on the water front, there was nothing to tell even the keenest observer that this building was a front for one of the most successful human trafficking outfits the world had ever seen, and the sorceress Alchemica was a very keen observer indeed. But, if the police woman who had contacted her discreetly was to be believed, this warehouse was the head quarters of the infamous White Lotus and her gang. This was the place Alchemica's missing team mate Miss Martial was being held.

Alchemica snorted in frustration. She hadn't been here a month yet and she was already beginning to hate this city. Super City, it sounded like the place a heroine would feel welcome, but peel back the shiny tinfoil packaging and this city was rotten to the core. But perhaps there was still a chance she and the other members of the Trinity could make a difference. There were good people here; the frightened police officer who had risked her job to give her this tip was proof of that.

Well, she had the information she needed, time to act. If only she had been able to contact En-Trance, but the Shadow Siren wasn't answering her phone. Hopefully she was okay, most likely she was. En-Trance could take care of herself, and of all of them she seemed the most at home here. One problem at a time, Alchemica thought to herself. Rescue Miss Martial first, then worry about En-Trance.

Alchemica scanned the building once more. There, a side entrance, one camera and no guards visible. Alchemica knew they were there though, out of sight so as not to draw attention. Getting in probably wouldn't be a problem, but getting to Miss Martial would be a whole other ball game. "Well, White Lotus, the game it seems is afoot..." Alchemica whispered aloud as she raised her hands. Words of magic fell from her lips like liquid music as she cast a spell to lock the camera into a feedback loop. Then, using her sorcerous powers she opened a portal and crossed the intervening distance with a single step. Spells filling the air with the melody of her magic, the mighty Alchemica disarmed the door alarms and stepped inside. The game was on indeed.

The main floor yielded nothing. The odd fool with a gun or a worker who took dirty money made from the sale of women to fund their miserable lifestyles. A word of power froze them in place; will versus will there was no one here to match Alchemica. She simply overpowered them with contemptuous ease and after questioning them moved on, leaving them frozen helplessly in place. Finally, she made one of the rats squeak. He told her that most likely Miss Martial was in the holding area, a converted basement turned into a dungeon to hold women as they awaited shipment.

With an angry toss of her head Alchemica put him to sleep and stormed off in the direction of the dungeon. Her magic radiated out from her in waves, visibly distorting the air about her as she summoned her full power. The dungeon was bound to hold a tougher test of her abilities, but she was Alchemica she was the champion of Avalon, the leader of the Trinity, will and power incarnate and she was pissed! No one was going to stand in her way.

Reaching the door Alchemica abandoned subtlety. A wave of her hand and a word sent the door slamming backward, shattered by her power. Alchemica stepped through and paused. Several expressionless masked faces looked upward in her direction. The demonic faces of Oni mercenaries, White Lotus famed body guards. Each of them was a master of martial arts, which they combined with other quasi mystical abilities. One of them would be a serious threat, but Alchemica counted at least six masks peering up at her. A tougher test indeed!

The sorceress sprang forward, weaving multiple strands of magic together, and took the fight to them. They reached for her, attempting to drag her down. If any one of their reaching hands had touched her, Alchemica knew she was done for. Their physical strength, combined with their knowledge of the many vulnerable nerve points on her body would end her rescue quickly. But to beat her they would have to touch her, and the Angel of Avalon gave them no opening. She became a tornado of eldritch strength, blowing through them as if they were stalks of wheat in a field. When she finally ceased her song, the Oni were the ones defeated, laying on the ground at her feet in various states of pain and consciousness.

Alchemica chose one who seemed to have the most life left in him and planted one booted foot squarely on his chest. She looked down at him, beautiful but cold, as her magic flared from her hands with the promise of incalculable pain should he deny her what she wanted.

"Where is Miss Martial? Where is White Lotus?" Alchemica demanded. "You have five seconds before the pain begins..."

( Alchemica goes in search of her missing friend alone. Is her power great enough to overcome the dangers that await her or will the mighty sorceress find herself joining Miss Martial as a guest of White Lotus? )

This story takes place in the Super City and the RDT universe

Continuing

Mature Content

Art by the Lolth worshipping story by

The Oni mercenaries and the mentioned White Lotus are the oc's of and used with his permission

Alchemica and the mentioned En-Trance and Miss Martial are my oc's and may not be used without my permission

Description

The warehouse looked the same as any other on the water front, there was nothing to tell even the keenest observer that this building was a front for one of the most successful human trafficking outfits the world had ever seen, and the sorceress Alchemica was a very keen observer indeed. But, if the police woman who had contacted her discreetly was to be believed, this warehouse was the head quarters of the infamous White Lotus and her gang. This was the place Alchemica's missing team mate Miss Martial was being held.

Alchemica snorted in frustration. She hadn't been here a month yet and she was already beginning to hate this city. Super City, it sounded like the place a heroine would feel welcome, but peel back the shiny tinfoil packaging and this city was rotten to the core. But perhaps there was still a chance she and the other members of the Trinity could make a difference. There were good people here; the frightened police officer who had risked her job to give her this tip was proof of that.

Well, she had the information she needed, time to act. If only she had been able to contact En-Trance, but the Shadow Siren wasn't answering her phone. Hopefully she was okay, most likely she was. En-Trance could take care of herself, and of all of them she seemed the most at home here. One problem at a time, Alchemica thought to herself. Rescue Miss Martial first, then worry about En-Trance.

Alchemica scanned the building once more. There, a side entrance, one camera and no guards visible. Alchemica knew they were there though, out of sight so as not to draw attention. Getting in probably wouldn't be a problem, but getting to Miss Martial would be a whole other ball game. "Well, White Lotus, the game it seems is afoot..." Alchemica whispered aloud as she raised her hands. Words of magic fell from her lips like liquid music as she cast a spell to lock the camera into a feedback loop. Then, using her sorcerous powers she opened a portal and crossed the intervening distance with a single step. Spells filling the air with the melody of her magic, the mighty Alchemica disarmed the door alarms and stepped inside. The game was on indeed.

The main floor yielded nothing. The odd fool with a gun or a worker who took dirty money made from the sale of women to fund their miserable lifestyles. A word of power froze them in place; will versus will there was no one here to match Alchemica. She simply overpowered them with contemptuous ease and after questioning them moved on, leaving them frozen helplessly in place. Finally, she made one of the rats squeak. He told her that most likely Miss Martial was in the holding area, a converted basement turned into a dungeon to hold women as they awaited shipment.

With an angry toss of her head Alchemica put him to sleep and stormed off in the direction of the dungeon. Her magic radiated out from her in waves, visibly distorting the air about her as she summoned her full power. The dungeon was bound to hold a tougher test of her abilities, but she was Alchemica she was the champion of Avalon, the leader of the Trinity, will and power incarnate and she was pissed! No one was going to stand in her way.

Reaching the door Alchemica abandoned subtlety. A wave of her hand and a word sent the door slamming backward, shattered by her power. Alchemica stepped through and paused. Several expressionless masked faces looked upward in her direction. The demonic faces of Oni mercenaries, White Lotus famed body guards. Each of them was a master of martial arts, which they combined with other quasi mystical abilities. One of them would be a serious threat, but Alchemica counted at least six masks peering up at her. A tougher test indeed!

The sorceress sprang forward, weaving multiple strands of magic together, and took the fight to them. They reached for her, attempting to drag her down. If any one of their reaching hands had touched her, Alchemica knew she was done for. Their physical strength, combined with their knowledge of the many vulnerable nerve points on her body would end her rescue quickly. But to beat her they would have to touch her, and the Angel of Avalon gave them no opening. She became a tornado of eldritch strength, blowing through them as if they were stalks of wheat in a field. When she finally ceased her song, the Oni were the ones defeated, laying on the ground at her feet in various states of pain and consciousness.

Alchemica chose one who seemed to have the most life left in him and planted one booted foot squarely on his chest. She looked down at him, beautiful but cold, as her magic flared from her hands with the promise of incalculable pain should he deny her what she wanted.

"Where is Miss Martial? Where is White Lotus?" Alchemica demanded. "You have five seconds before the pain begins..."

( Alchemica goes in search of her missing friend alone. Is her power great enough to overcome the dangers that await her or will the mighty sorceress find herself joining Miss Martial as a guest of White Lotus? )

This story takes place in the Super City and the RDT universe

Continuing

Mature Content

Art by the Lolth worshipping story by

The Oni mercenaries and the mentioned White Lotus are the oc's of and used with his permission

Alchemica and the mentioned En-Trance and Miss Martial are my oc's and may not be used without my permission