Emperor Night

It was dusk when Zigarete's hunting party entered Sidim. She felt the length of the journey weighing down on her. To be honest, it wasn't so much the length journey that weighed down as the length of something else. Each night the Tracker would have his way with her, mercilessly using her p.u.s.s.y. Sometimes two or three times in a row. That, combined with riding her Forrin had left her nether regions quite tender. Zigarete felt humiliated having to offer her body for the Tracker's services but that was his one and only condition of service. The Tracker had good report with the Emperor. It could even be described as a friendship. Ordering him to join her hunt would have probably ended badly. Zigarete didn't want to cause the Emperor any more trouble than she already did. So she swallowed her pride and swallowed his c.o.c.k. At least they were out of the forest.

Zigarete never liked travelling through Sidim. The Church of the Sisters are the most stuck-up and frustrating organisation to work with. They exuded an aura of superiority and they knew it. On top of that, they had immunity to Zigarete's Inquisitorial authority, something the Emperor does not give away lightly. Rumors, often circulated by traders passing through the city, talked about private military research being conducted by the Sisterhood in the deep recesses of the Sister's sacred catacombs. Magical and sinister. Zigarete suspected that the rumors were true but it was outside of her jurisdiction and duty to do anything about it.

According to the Tracker, Zigarete's hunting party were only a day behind their quarry. He also mentioned that the Sorcerer had picked up another follower at some point during their trek in forest. How he was able to determine that was beyond Zigarete. That is why she needed him. Zigarete didn't need Captain Garth and his men nearly as much.

Complacency had infected the Cliffside guard ever since the end of the last war and it was showed. A once proud and strong garrison had turned into a corrupt and lazy bunch of slackers. A body is a body though and having more men was going to make capturing the Sorcerer much easier.

There were almost no one else on the superbly clean streets of Sidim. People tended not to stay out after dark here. Those that did watched the column from afar. Those who noticed an Inquisitor at the head of the column sank even farther away from the hunting party. Nothing good came from Inquisitors.

"They are here." the Tracker said with a sniff.

"Are you certain?" Zigarete asked, grasping her spear tightly. In her experience the Tracker had never been wrong but she had to be sure.

"Yes." The tracker looked keenly around the deserted street, taking in its sights, sounds and smells. He pointed towards the chapel in the center of town.

"There." Short, direct.

"In the chapel? He couldn't be that stupid could he?" Zigarete quaffed. Surely the Sorcerer that was able to best her had a better plan than simply hiding in the most obvious place in the city. He didn't seem like the smartest person from what Zigarete had determined but no one was that stupid.

"Underneath."

"That seems way too obvious. Shouldn't we ask around town and gather some information? Maybe he left a trail." Captain Garth chimed in.

"Waste of time." the Tracker muttered as he road off in front of column. He didn't have the time or patience to explain his process to the idiots behind him. They were close. Very close.

Zigarete ordered the party to keep up with him. The Tracker always got more energetic when the hunt drew near. The blood l.u.s.t poured out of him and infected everything nearby. The column stampeded through the otherwise dead street. It didn't take them long to reach the chapel doors. Three Sisters, dressed in black gowns, were waiting there for them in the moonlight.

"Move aside." the Tracker said as he dismounted his bird.

"I am afraid we are unable to comply to your request." The middle Sister announced.

"Not a request." the Tracker gritted his teeth and reached for his maces.

"Hold on." Zigarete demanded as she jumped off her Forrin. "Sisters, there is a dangerous Sorcerer that we believe is hiding under your chapel."

The Sisters looked at each other with concern.

"We were made aware of the Sorcerer that recently arrived in Sidim by one of our Priestess-Protectors but we are afraid that he is not taking refuge within our chapel." The leftmost Sister spoke up. "The Sisterhood is off-limits to the Inquisition by royal decree from the Emperor himself." The rightmost Sister added.

"Can't we make an exception? It is a matter of great importance. The Emperor has tasked me with this Sorcerer's capture at all costs." Zigarete added keeping her voice calm.

"We can not. The chapel and sacred catacombs are strictly forbidden to the Inquisition and her investigations. Whatever the circ.u.mstances. I am sure if you could get a sealed royal decree from the Emperor we could give you temporary access to investigate the whereabouts of your missing Sorcerer." The middle Sister added that last part smugly.

"That is not an option, it would take too long. We need to get past now." Zigarete's professional demeanor started to crack.

"Trust us," She didn't. "-it is for your own safety and well-being." the leftmost Sister added.

"Enough of this." the Tracker pushed through the three Sisters standing in front of him and entered through the chapel's doors.

"The Emperor will hear about this!" the rightmost Sister shouted as Zigarete's party followed the Tracker's lead and pushed past them.

"Good, tell him how you tried to halt my investigation. We both know the Emperor is the forgiving sort." sarcasm coated that last part of Zigarete's words. Besides some harsh words, the Sisters did not put up a fight.

"Inquisitor." The lead Sister looked at Zigarete with a vacant stare, void of emotion or warmth. "Do be careful."

Zigarete ignored her advice.