A/N:
My first non Worm fanfic on this site! Yeah!

Probably going to be updated sporadically. My other fics take precedence at this point of time. Suggestions, reviews and thoughts are very welcome

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Wetland Apprentice
Familiar of Zero/Queen's Blade.

Werbellia purred in pleasure as she felt the ministrations of the smooth, delicate hands of Meena on her back. Having a physical body was simply delightful, and finally dominating one belonging to a demon princess that took her five years of baiting, struggle and countless artefacts of arcane power made this eventual pleasure all the more sweeter. Taking her name and her dominion over the creatures of the Underworld simply was icing on the delicious cake.

"Lady Witch," the soft whispering of Mime that delighted her, or was it Meena? It was hard to tell the two of them apart sometimes. Not all things, dead or living are worthy of her consideration. Her wraith maids were one of the few, but they didn't warrant that much. The Swamp Witch slowly opened her eyes, noticing a ball of light that attempted to intrude into her bedroom. Tendrils of twisting shadows bound it, locking it in place while the Witch looked upon the strange will-o-wisp. She gathered her power into fingertips, letting loose a probing cantrip into the ball and was surprised to feel the magic vanish beyond her senses.

Ruby red lips and pale cheeks gave way to a wide grin as the Witch felt the pull of the summoner beyond the portal. Just as she had spent so long summoning and binding her current vessel, so did someone else attempt to do the same to her. Irony is such a sweet drug. What wonders await her beyond this gate? A whole new world to corrupt? One where the blasted birds of the legions of Heaven and their Angels cannot interfere with her? So many possibilities and so little time. Werbellia pushed aside the two wraith servants lying next to her as she floated out of the bed and summoned her clothes, a deep purple mantle, her golden tiara with the encrusted emerald, her boots and her staff. Her favoured crystal ball floating next to her, Werbellia dispelled the restraining Shadows and allowed the ball of light to envelope her.

Soon, a new world will feel the terror of the Swamp Witch.

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Louise looked blankly at her soon to be familiar, her mind working hard to pile on the denial at the fiasco that's rapidly unfolding.

There was no doubt that she had summoned a noble, the staff that's likely a replacement for her wand was proof enough. That her "guest" was indecently dressed-clearly in her underwear considering beneath the gloriously luxurious mantle she bore with pride was little more than a set of silky lingerie was also beyond doubt. The woman was tall, almost six feet and her pale skin marked her as one who never spent much time outdoors. But the dark violet hair that's the same colour as her clothes and pink irises raised concerns in the mind of the young noble. It was something extremely unusual for anyone to have that kind of eye colour. Was it a Firstborn she had summoned? Or could it be the Great Enemy?

Louise shuddered at the last thought. She'd almost prefer not summoning anything than to summon an Elf. Watching the foreign noble carefully, Louise saw the mage carefully size her up-no doubt thinking about how to demand compensation for this kidnapping she had inflicted on her.

Then the breeze blew away the mass of dark violet hair, revealing knife ears and a pair of horns encircling the head.

"Elf!"

"No, you fool! Look at those horns! Elves don't have horns! It must be a demon!"

Panicked screaming broke out among the gathered students, followed by a barrage of fireballs, ice bolts and gusts of cutting wind towards the Firstborn she had summoned. A wave of ghosts, glowing white and forming a protective wall surrounded the target of the students and some teacher's instinctive attack at the sight of a potential enemy. Despite the gathering tide of spirits obscuring her view, Louise clearly saw the predatory smirk on the face of the being she had summoned as it fixed her stare at her. From the bright springtime sun of late morning, the sky went dark as pea soup clouds blocked out the shining light of the sun while the damp smell of rotting trees suddenly enveloped the courtyard. Out of the sudden darkness that befell the Academy, shadows wrapped around the gathered students and Mr Colbert.

The balding teacher attempted to break out, his staff blasting out gouts of flame to banish the surging darkness. Yet more ghosts, skeletons and other undead appeared, their smoky trails casting an unnatural light on the ground as they swarmed the teacher who attempted to fend them off with more fire magic. The Swamp Witch looked at the bald mage for a while more, before shrugging her shoulders and returning her gaze to her summoner.

"So, young summoner. For what purpose did you summon me? Death of your enemies? Power? Love? Knowledge? Wealth? Speak freely, for you are now in the presence of the Swamp Witch."

"I want you to be my familiar!" Louise blurted out before she realized the words had left her mouth. The unpleasant smile on the face of the horned demoness thinned into a straight line and Louise felt an invisible hand grab her, hauling her inches before the face of this Swamp Witch. The young noble trembled before the sight of this Witch, as her captor studied her face closely. Louis gasped as she felt the leather covered fingers trail her cheeks with blood red claws before the Witch sighed in disappointment.

"You fail."

The Witch drawled as she pulled her face away from the young noble. Louise saw a shadow envelope her, before she found herself thrown to the floor kneeling in front of the Witch, who now sat on a throne made of vermillion bone. A torch made out of a crimson skull burning brightly at the top of the macabre seat. Pink eyes looked at her in judgement while Louise scrambled to her feet in defiance, her wand pointing at the seated Witch. Her fingernails drew blood from her palms as Louise gripped her foci, the pain and blood making her glad as it distracted her from the horror of her plight.

Kidnapped, thought the young mage as she surveyed the dim hall she found herself in. A mist clung to the floor of this place, while curtains that hung between massive pillars of marble glowed a deep purple. Louise felt her hair stand as whispers that seemed to surround her rose and fell in loudness, while the smell of herbs, rotten meat and wine clung to her hair and clothes.

"Choose, young mage. Will you serve me in death as a risen wraith with a body of flesh crafted by me? A spectre running errands for me as a spirit? Or maybe a shambling zombie guarding the ever expanding borders of my Swamp?"

Louise kept silent, her gaze filled with whatever fury and indignation she can gather as she stared at her would be murderer. She will not give this demon the satisfaction of hearing her beg and bargain for her life. A sharp agony and waves of pain made her knees buckle, as a spear made of glowing black flame pierced her chest. The curious smile returned to the pale face of the Swamp Witch, before she dispelled the black tongue of fire. Louise fell onto her knees once more, gasping in pain as she struggled to breath. Patting her chest, the young mage felt surprise that there was no singe, no tear at where her chest was run through. Her eyes once again rose from navel gazing and was met with the amused stare of her captor.

"There is a peculiar magic that dwells in you." The dark haired demoness laid back into her bony throne, waving away Louise with a yawn. She felt her wand wrenched out of her hands by an invisible hand, before two maids appeared next to her, seizing her arms with hands that clasped like shackles made of steel.

"I've decided. You will be my apprentice. Well met, young mage."

As the pink offworld mage was dragged off by her servants, Werbellia smiled as she saw with her mystic sight her mark glowing on the chest of her new plaything.

Heavy footsteps trotted down the desolate corridor before a thick wooden door swung open, the hinges screaming in protest at the rough treatment. Louise Francoise Vallière, who would have protested the indignity of being dragged like a corpse and thrown onto the carpeted floors of her room in better times, simply kept silent as the two skeleton sentries slammed the door shut, causing the abused hinges and the mirror in her room to rattle. The young made turned a tired eye over the luxurious room her kidnapper had deigned to give her in between sessions of torture she called the training. Louise refused to address the Witch Werbellia as Teacher, Master, Mistress or any honorific, not out loud and certainly not in her thoughts.

Today's session had been extra sadistic, and throughout the month or so she's spent here it means a lot. At least, Louise thinks it's been a month. The Swamp is covered in an eternal night, the rotting smell permeating every inch in the place. She wondered how she survived the training in the platform that hung above a flowing river of lava, but between the killing heat and her pointer finger being ripped open as the Witch made her use the bone in place of her wand her mind simply could not digest the absurdity of her not being cooked alive. She looked despondently at the finger on her right hand that had doubled as a wand during the training, the flawless skin and nail a stark contrast to the mess of bone, skin and meat when the Witch forced the bone inside to grow, bursting through her flesh and nail.

"Remember the Rule of Steel, Louise." The young mage muttered to herself as she bit her lip to stifle her sobs. The creaking of the hinges once again made Louise turn a deaden gaze at the entrance of her room as she saw another one of the Infernal Temptresses that served as the Swamp Witch's enforcers. Though this particular maid was new to her. Red hair tied into twin tails that reminded her of Kirche von Zerbst of all people and that bountiful figure. The only difference was the porcelain white skin instead of the bronze of her hated classmate and tormentor.

"I wonder what she's thinking off now. Probably ecstatic that the hated Zero is no longer around." Louise thought idily as she saw the temptress approach, a sinister scythe in her hands. The redhead soon loomed over her and her bed, before she leaned in towards her face.

"So she'll molest me before murdering me. I suppose I should struggle." Yet her limbs and muscles refused to respond as the young mage laid perfectly still on the floor of her cage while the maid kissed her lips, tongue breaking into her mouth. Immediately, the young mage felt a surge of strength and her senses sharpened. Instinct took over as she probed the mouth of the redhead eagerly for more nourishment, propriety and shame be dammed while she eagerly took in that wonderful nectar this maid was feeding her. A rough shove, and Louise felt the connection cut as the maid floated away from her, her body fading in and out of existence.

"Greedy one aren't you, Lady Louise?" The pink mage glared at the servant of the Swamp Witch, an ornately decorated wand that the Witch forced upon her on her first week gripped in her hands.

"What do you want?" The offworld mage finally ground out, barely preventing herself from firing upon the undead maid. The maid snapped her finger and the wooden windows flung open, letting in the pouring rain and coldness of the periodic storms that plagued the Swamp. Louise almost let her emotion shine through as she saw the gentleness evident on the face of the redhead maid.

"My name is Airi and I am here to break you out."