VRMMO: World's First Glyphborne

Belladonna groaned in pain, as her hand immediately went to her throbbing head. For a brief moment, she thought that she was back in her comfortable chair, in her apartment, waking up after a vivid dream of having real life magic and flirting with rich boys.

But not only would have that been thoroughly disappointing if true, it didn’t account for where she was now. For one, she was Belladonna at the moment, not Valerie, and secondly, it was not her apartment bedroom she was laying it.

The idiotic thought was swiftly banished for her mind as she slowly sat up and looked around with blurred, unfocused eyes. She was definitely in a bedroom, that much she had gotten correct, but it was not her own.

The bed she was currently resting in was far too big to be her own, as it was queen sized with a extraordinarily comfortable mattress rather than the simple single she was used to.

Silken sheets, there were like their very own weighted blanket despite also paradoxically being so light and soft, were draped over her body. A body that was nearly nude, as she had been stripped of all of her armour, or at least what had been left of it after the battle. The only thing that had been left on her person was her underwear and the locket that rested against her chest, which her eyes completely glazed over.

Belladonna let out another groan, this time of the psychological pain of the money wasted on that ruined armour, as she had hazy memories of it being completely destroyed on one side.

Lifting her arm, she briefly inspected it for any peculiarity that might still linger from when it was grown back. However it looked as it always had, at least in this body. The sickly, waxy skin of her [Blood Frenzy] form had been replaced by her supple and beautifully moon-kissed skin that made her look as if she was made out of porcelain.

Other than these peculiarities, the bedroom that she found herself in was large, and decorated with items that just screamed of too much wealth, which so much space between these items it seemed as if half of them were only there to make the room feel less empty.

It was the usual decorating style she saw from the ultra wealthy. Too much space and no idea what to do with it all.

In this case, the uncomfortable and impractical chairs of her own worlds wealthy had been replaced by animal skin rugs, created from the pelts of monsters Belladonna did not know the name of but looked vaguely Lion shaped, as well as a few tapestries across the walls.

There was also a realistic looking statue standing in the corner, dressed for some reason like a maid, as it stared directly at her.

It made her shudder slightly in discomfort, wondering how she had ever been able to sleep with that thing staring all night, when the statue suddenly spoke.

"Are you alright Madam Emissary?"

Belladonna jumped slightly at the sudden voice, whipping her hand back towards the statue, who smiled warmly and tilted her head at her in curiosity.

So it was not a statue, and was in fact a real maid. In Belladonna’s defence, she had never seen a woman that looked like this before, and when she had been standing there, she didn’t seem to breathe at all. Plus, she could have sworn it was actually made of stone the last time she looked...

Regardless the Not-a-statue maid had dark grey skin, which had a slightly rough texture that seemed like it could be mistaken for stone. Her hair was snow white and draped down her back, as well as drooped into her face with bangs that parted in the front.

The maids own eyes were red, just like Belladonna’s, however she had white sclera instead of black.

"Ah yes..." Belladonna replied, not used to being on this side of the ’Master/Servant’ relationship, "I just have a little headache. Could you tell me where I am?"

"Of course Madam Emissary." She answered with a smile, her voice soft and regal, as she bowed slightly before starting to explain,

"You are in the Guest room of the Lord Swinesby’s Manor, the Lord of Gracia. It was the Duke that brought you here after rendering you unconscious at the battlefield. A course of action he is most regretful of, but insists that it was necessary.

As a sign of good faith, and to act as a peace offering, he has sent me to satisfy your desires in hopes that it would be enough to earn your forgiveness."

Belladonna took a moment to process everything that had been said to her. It was all a bit much all at once, from being called ’Madam Emissary’ for god knows what reason, to the fact that the Lord of Gracia was called ’Swinesby’... Like he was some sort of pig man.

But most of all, her mind stuck on a particular phrase.

"He sent you to... satisfy my desires...?" She questioned cautiously, giving the maid a strange look. She had to admit that the woman in question was beautiful, but wasn’t this the sort of thing that you offered a man?

"Yes Madam Emissary," The Maid answered with another smile, slowly moving over to Belladonna’s side of the bed, causing Belladonna to shuffle away nervously and blush deeply.

"If you would like, I could give you a taste. To help regain your strength."

"A-a taste? I don’t think this is quite-" Belladonna stumbled over her words, only to get cut off as the maid suddenly pulled a small dagger from her sleeve.

Belladonna’s reflexes went into overdrive, waiting for the assassins strike to come at her, but instead of plunging into her, the maid held the knife in a reverse grip and glided the edge across her own palm.

The maid barely winced as she sliced open her deep grey skin, before swiftly placing the knife down on the bedside table and plucking up a wooden bowl that was already sitting there.

Holding her hand over the bowl and clenching her fist tight, the maid forced a trickle of blood from her palm and allowed it to quickly fill the bowl.

As soon as it was filled, a soft white light flowed from the maids fresh cut, as it quickly stitched itself back together. She smiled, as if it was the most common action in the world, as she held out the bowl of blood to Belladonna, the delightful scent of which tickled her nose and made her mouth start to salivate.

"I hope that you find my taste suitable, and do not hold my Lord’s actions again him. We hope that the previous deal is still in place."