Chio landed on the sandy shore on other end of the island, on the north-western side. She carried her favorite pink dress in her hands which she was wearing before she left the others, and which she changed out of in the woods. Now she was in her true angelic form: white toga, sandals, feathery wings.

The setting sun turned the sky above the vast ocean a colorful mix of orange and pink, while over the island's central hill, against a dark-blue backdrop, the full moon was up, somehow bigger than usual. Waves washed up on the beach, and the palm trees were rustling in the fresh breeze. There was no one else in sight, but what brought Chio here was not some sudden desire for solitude. It was her angelic intuition, a sixth sense, so to speak. The same instinct that led her to Arabella's prison, and what helped her navigate while they were flying above the sea towards Midridge. Since then, this sense of hers gradually got weaker, and she figured that's just the natural course for an angel who returned to be a mortal. But now...

She crouched down and stared at the horizon, trying to focus on her surroundings, her own breathing, and the universe itself. She did have a vague idea of what was to come, and it made her feel anxious. You need to stay true to yourself. That's all you can do, she thought. And she kept waiting.

At last, a beacon of light was cast down from up above, and a winged figure came down in it. The girl was certain that nobody from the island's other side could see this divine phenomenon. No, it was meant to be a secret meeting, she could feel it. While an angel's descent was always theatrical like this, they were usually deliberate with it too, they knew very well when and where to appear, who to let themselves witness. When Chio ran away from heaven, for example, she descended above the empty ocean, out of sight of everyone.

She stood up straight, waiting for the other proudly and a little defiantly, but when her visitor got close enough that she could recognize her, she sighed in relief. “Ah, it's you!”

The angel who came to see her was another female. Her outfit was the same as Chio's, but she was taller, her chest was bigger, and her long hair was red. Not orange like Arabella's, but blood red, and it was held together in a braided ponytail. She landed on the sandy ground gracefully, and she fixed her big blue eyes on Chio. Her expression was surprisingly stern.

“Don't get carried away, Chio Tanaka! I did not come to meet you for some friendly chatter.”

The girl took a step back and set her gaze down. “I know that.”

“I was sent here as a messenger, to give you a warning, for you have acted foolishly. We let you leave heaven on your own volition, and we even allowed you to use your supernatural powers to free your love, since we understood it was the very purpose of your departure. You found the succubus, broke her out of her prison, assisted her in her escape. That much was forgiven. However, it was made clear to you that you are not supposed to interfere in the affairs of mortals as an angelic being. That your identity should be concealed, and your abilities held back as much as possible for the rest of your earthly life. Have you forgotten, perhaps?”

“I did not, but...”

“Heaven is meant to stay out of the happenings of this realm, we shall only guide mortals subtly. God himself has made that oath a long time ago, and us, his closest, most enlightened servants, should abide by that wish of his. You are a fallen angel, but an angel nonetheless, so you are not exempt from his oath. If you...”

“What is as much as possible?”

“Excuse me?”

“I agreed to all of this already, I do remember it. But it was unclear to me what counts as 'holding back as much as possible'. If I have no choice but to rely on my powers, I can surely do so, can I not? That's what I did at the very beginning of my return here, and as you said, me freeing Arabella like that was overlooked. What if her life is in danger and I have no other way to protect her? What if I want to protect others too, innocent people? If I'm cornered, pushed to my limit, or if I can prevent a disaster, is it so wrong to act with everything I am?”

“I don't doubt that your recent deeds were done according to your best judgement, but you must admit, it was quite a lot. As I was informed, you slammed down an ill-natured sailor twice your size, healed another who your succubus lover injured badly, and revealed your true self to close to a hundred people. Your life was in fact not in direct danger, you could have hunkered down and waited things out, approached those bullies diplomatically in your human form, or even escaped the ship altogether, if you had to.”

“I admit I was a little carried away in the moment, but there was simply a lot going on. Those bullies made me so angry, I could instantly tell that they were horrible people, they were hurting someone I care about, and they were ready to attack us too when we got there. As for the pirates, I couldn't have known they are not so bad. You say I could have escaped if I needed to. How? If me and Arabella materialized our wings and took flight, even then, people could have seen us.”

“You get the idea, Chio. You just admitted you got carried away. I cannot provide you some detailed rulebook of how much of your angelic strength can be revealed and utilized in which scenario, the realm of mortals is vivid and chaotic. If you really have no choice, we can't expect you not to act. There is no easy answer to your question. What I can say... what I have to tell you is that you overstepped. And so this shall be your first warning.”

“I see.”

“All the people on this island know about you now, you can't undo that. To them, you might as well be a fallen angel from now on, but try not to let anyone else find out who you are. Seriously. If you overstep again, you might not get away with a simple warning anymore.”

“Understood. I promise I will be careful.”

“Good. So my job here is done.”

The divine visitor took a deep breath, and looked around. She observed her environment in a curious but relaxed manner, then she turned her back to Chio and stared at the majestic, oceanic sunset.

“Gloria...” Chio said hesitantly.

Gloria, the red-haired angel, suddenly stepped close to the girl, beginning to whisper excitedly: “Chio, I totally came here for some friendly chatter too! I wanted to come personally, cause you know, I'm really curious. Don't let anyone know, okay? I'm already supposed to be on my way back, but we haven't had a fallen angel in a thousand years! Plus it's you, my cute friend!”

“Ah,” Chio chuckled. This was the Gloria she knew.

“How are you feeling? Does it hurt? Are you more capable of pain now? How about pleasure?” The woman pulled up the girl's eyelid, briefly touched her breasts and wings, smelled her from up-close, and ran her fingers through her shoulder-length black hair while she bombarded her with questions. “What did your succubus lover think when you got back? She was ecstatic, wasn't she? Are you in love? Did you have sex? You didn't start off as an angel, is it different now than how you were before your ascension? How are you?”

“I'm fine, Gloria,” Chio laughed. “I'm fine. Being here is quite the adventure, but I'm really committed. It's worth it.”

Gloria stepped back and looked the eastern girl up and down. She herself was created as an angel, just like almost all of her peers. She was a wise, divine being, one who knows a lot, who is in-tune with the universe, connected to it all, but also separated from it in a sense. Gloria, like her fellow angels, never had the chance of experiencing the imperfect, painfully corporeal life of mortals first hand. She “got it”, she spectated it from afar, she was above it... and yet, she somehow wasn't. Even angels have their own individualities, and she happened to be a bit of an eccentric one. Her curiosity for earthly things, the dichotomies, the folly, and especially for pleasure was secretly quite strong. Well, sort of secretly; of course the other angels could sense this in her, but for the most part they just pretended they didn't. Better not poke a sleeping bear, or something like that. Fortunately for heaven, Gloria enjoyed the blissful state of her divine harmony too, enough so that she would rather not rebel like a fallen angel. But she supported Chio's decision wholeheartedly, she vouched for her freedom, she really rooted for her, and that didn't seem to change. Chio was now sure that her strict demeanor just now was simply how she had to be. She could only meet her as a messenger, and the message she had to convey was a warning.

“It's worth it, huh?” Gloria asked. “Are you having sex with her?”

“With the succubus? Of course. Her name is Arabella.”

“A woman with a woman, how curious. Is it passionate?”

“Absolutely.”

“And she needs to eat semen, right? I heard you were protecting a boy, that's why you fought those bullies.”

“Yea, he is with us too now. I.... had sex with him too.”

Gloria laughed delightfully, and looked at Chio like a proud mother.

“You make a great fallen angel, I can tell. Oh, what's that stuff in your hands?”

“This? Just my clothes.”

“It's pink like your pussy! How extravagant! Do you seriously wear this thing?”

“Uhm... sure,” Chio blushed slightly, suddenly feeling a little bashful. “I always liked the color.”

“Let me see, let me see, let me see!”

The girl dematerialized her wings and her clothes, obediently put on her pink dress, and even her white corset, which Gloria helped fastening. Her fancy shoes were missing, she left them in one of the sheds, they weren't the most comfortable on uneven land, so she just wore her angel-sandals instead. The red-haired angel was very excited to see her outfit either way.

Chio could tell that the two of them were more different now. Back in heaven, they were much closer to equals, but as a fallen angel, she lost a lot of her divinity. Gloria to her now felt like an ascended creature, one who is more holy, more complete, more powerful. She was a little intimidating too, her aura was otherworldly. Compared to her, Chio felt like just a human girl. And she was asked to show herself off. It was a bit of a strange feeling first, but she quickly loosened up, and then it was very reassuring. Gloria was her heavenly supporter, she was such a pervert for an angel, and her positive attention felt like the biggest blessing Chio could receive for her lifestyle.

The girl posed for a while, touched her own curves, and moved her body seductively while giggling. She was actually really getting into it, her visitor's enthusiastic, eager attention made her feel very sexy. What she did not notice was that Gloria glanced towards the top of a palm tree at one point, looking directly at a certain someone. She knew that Chio wasn't actually fully alone here to begin with.

Regardless, she continued focusing her attention on the girl, she even asked her to finger herself, to let her see how penetration would look like with her own eyes. She was totally amazed by the sight: over her 500 years of existence, it was the very first time she could directly see such an act. She did not touch the girl, but she kneeled over her, and watched her masturbate attentively. She also asked her to talk about her recent sexual experiences while she touched herself, and so Chio recalled her first time with the timid Terry, her secret cum-delivery missions, and her getting fucked by the brute-like Grunt Hollard. Speaking was more and more difficult, and at last, she reached a quite powerful orgasm.

After she caught her breath and her lust diminished, she sat up, covered her lower parts again, and stared at Gloria with a smile. She did not feel ashamed at all, rather, she felt recharged. It was like her whole experience was being validated, she relived it together with the most lustful angel there is. Gloria smiled back, then stood up, saying it's now really time for her to go.

“Wait!” Chio said as the red-haired woman was about to take wings. “You delivered the message of heaven, but do you have anything to tell me as yourself?”

Gloria glanced back over her shoulder with warm eyes. The beam of light already appeared from above, and she jumped up into the air, looking back down at the girl in pink. “You are perfect the way you are,” she declared.

“Will I see you again?”

“Maybe. Let's just hope I won't have to deliver more bad news!”

“Thank you! For everything!”

“Farewell!”

Chio watched her visitor ascending until she fully disappeared, along with the accompanying light-beam. She then undressed again so she could freely materialise her wings through her toga, and flew back towards the other side of the island.

“What the actual fuck...” Friska murmured from atop that palm tree, and she began to follow the girl from a safe distance.

 

Porco really had no way of preparing for how much Arabella's fingertip-touch would get in his head the previous night. He became so eager, he couldn't stop fantasising, and whenever he could, he had to look at her. But at last, he had his relief, and with that, his curious nature reawakened, he could once again think his situation through at least somewhat more clearly.

As they walked back to the camp of pirates and sailors on the beach, he felt fully determined in staying by the side of the sex-demon. While she was definitely gonna have sex with a bunch of horny pirates, he knew that he will be able to mostly have her for himself once they leave this bunch behind. Arabella and Chio were planning to stay on the Scorched Lands along with that boy Terry, but Terry was only sleeping with Chio, so the succubus was very much okay with Porco coming along with them too. It was certainly gonna be an interesting and fun time.

One thing he knew though was that he shouldn't get too caught up in Arabella's charm. He swore that he will practice some self-discipline while he is with them, a bit of abstinence. Was that a foolish determination? Time will tell. But for now, he still had some other things to think about.

As Arabella joined Iesha by the fires, returning to bathe in eager male attention, Porco walked to the sheds, and took a look at the passengers. They still kept to themselves, sitting around in these little buildings, overlooking their belongings like how dragons rest on their piles of treasures. Still, their mood seemed to somewhat improve since the sailors brought them some piping hot fresh stew. But the young man was looking for Kraus specifically, and he found him at the back of one of the wooden sheds, where he sat on the ground by his son's side. Porco approached him in a friendly manner, asking him if he is all right, but the cat-man simply refused to talk to him, and he shielded his son from him like he is some dangerous scoundrel. Porco sort of expected him to act like this, but he had to try. Oh well, he thought as he walked back out.

How Kraus' teenager son ended up as a captive of Carlos Wayne was still a mystery to him, he couldn't help but feel like there is something to it, something potentially important. Sure, Captain Carlos and his men seemed to be all right folks, especially for the standards of pirates... but were they really? While the rest of the passengers were going to leave that night, Chio, Arabella, Terry and he himself were still meant to travel with these guys a while longer, and he still wasn't entirely sure he can trust them. Even if the succubus and the angel had this friend of theirs in the crew, Iesha... he just wasn't sure.

He went back to the beach, and asked for a second bowl of stew – after the succubus-sex, he got quite hungry. He sat down near Iesha and Arabella, and he kept an eye on them, as well as on Carlos Wayne. The pirate captain was sitting in the company of his men, he was singing and joking around with them while they were drinking alcohol. Soon, Chio came back too, dressed in pink and white, pretty and humble as always. She sat down between her lover and the elf woman. Porco wondered where she was.

The sun almost completely went down, the clear sky was full of stars, and the sea-men threw some additional wood on the bonfire. As a chilly wind was picking up, everyone got closer to the fireplace, and the mood got surprisingly cozy. Friska appeared too, brining her little fairy-sized mug with her, asking, or rather demanding a drink from the pirates. She then flew over to Porco and landed in front of him on the sand.

“What's up?” the man asked.

“You fucked her, didn't you?”

“Who?”

“The succubus. I saw you walked up to her earlier.”

“You didn't follow us, did you?”

“So you did it. And no, I followed someone else.”

“Chio? What did she do?”

“None of your business... I guess... bloody hell. I don't know what to think anymore.”

Porco smiled. “Why care, then? Just drink, try to have some fun. You will leave tonight anyway, no?”

“Why, you won't?”

“I'll stay with Arabella and Chio. And Terry.”

“Oh my god, of course you will...” Friska rolled her eyes. “Now that you got a taste of that demon's spell, you can't just leave, can you? Stupid male.”

“She is not all bad. She is a piece of work with a heavy fate, but she is trying her best.” Otherwise, she would have denied my orgasm until her gangbang, just as she was saying. She is capable of being merciful. “And she has Chio too. I decided I'll just stay with them and... you know, help them live as virtuously as they can. Why not? I don't really have anything better to do.”

“Help them live as virtuously as they can...” The fairy sighed, drank up her drink, and darted over to the pirate captain.

“You want seconds?” Carlos asked courteously.

“Yes,” she handed her cup to the man. “And I want you to know I won't be sailing back to Midridge either.”

“Oh.” The captain took the rum bottle over from the orange cat-pirate he was sitting with, and carefully poured some for the little woman. “So you intend to stay... where?”

“I set out to get a change of scenery, I'm going to the Scorched Lands, one way or another. I will go with Chio.”

“Huh?” the girl perked her head up. She was sitting some ten meters from where Carlos and Friska talked. “What was that?”

“Seems like you made another loyal follower, fallen angel Chio,” Carlos smiled.

The fairy snatched her mug out of the man's hand and flew over to the three ladies. “Chio, you goddam weirdo, why are you such a weirdo?” she drank, and wiped her mouth. “I knew you had some secrets, but this... this...”

“If you don't like us, why the hell would you come with us?” asked Arabella.

Friska straightened her back proudly. “Because I'm the most capable of... Hick! Of being an objective eye. For your little project. You need someone sane with you. Perverts.”

“Heh,” Iesha chuckled.

“But Friska, you are drunk!” Chio said in a concerned tone. “Shouldn't you make this decision sober?”

“I thought about it sober already! What, you don't want me to come?”

“That's not it, but...”

“A drunk, sex-averse fairy scientist who still wants to stick with us for some reason. And you call us weirdoes,” Arabella shook her head in disbelief, but she was smirking.

“Bleh!” the fairy stuck her tongue out at her.

“I think she will fit right in with you,” Iesha commented. “In a strange way.”

“I'm happy if you come, if you really want to,” said Chio. “We had some great times together during the voyage... I valued your company.”

“Yea, yea. It's settled then,” Friska stated.

Suddenly, Terry appeared out of nowhere, he stood hesitantly next to the three sitting women.

“Oh, Terry! Come, sit with us!” Chio switched places with Iesha so that the boy could rest by her side.

“I'm coming too... right?” he asked.

“Of course, of course! We haven't forgotten about you.”

“What a fellowship it will be!” laughed the orange cat, who spectated the whole exchange together with a couple of his mates.

“Let's cheer to that!” suggested the captain. “Who wants to drink?”

Friska got another refill, Porco joined the drinking too, and so did Terry. Even Iesha asked for a cup, despite the fact that she rarely drank these days. Chio only asked for some water, and Arabella declined everything – the only drink she liked was white and gooey.

“To the fellowship of weirdoes!” Carlos raised his mug, and with that, the night turned into one of celebration.