Chapter 4.6: The morning of the white hairs

  Beatrice stirred awake on a weathered log, her head throbbing with a hangover that could rival the worst of her exploits. The dim morning light seeped through the forest canopy, casting a pale glow on her surroundings. She groaned, shielding her eyes as fragments of the previous day trickled into her mind like stubborn droplets of rain.

  "Ahhh, what happened on Thursday? Or was it Thursday?" she mumbled aloud, her voice scratchy and hoarse. Beatrice reached up to scratch her white hair, her fingers idly tugging at the strands as she tried to reconstruct the haze of yesterday.

  Her thoughts flitted chaotically. Maybe it was the pineapples? No, no, it was a watermelon. Or was it... A sudden flash of memory snapped into place. The pornography next to the brewery! The realization made her snort, amused at the absurdity of it all. She glanced around at the extinguished bonfire, the charred wood still emanating faint traces of smoke. Around it, the others lay sprawled, snoring or murmuring incoherently in their sleep.

  Her eyes landed on Laura, nestled under a makeshift blanket of cloaks. Beatrice’s lips curled into a wicked smile. The thought of the upcoming drug sale danced tantalizingly in her mind. "Drugs," she mused. "Humans love their drugs for some reason. And we—along with our dear new students—are going to exploit that love for all it’s worth."

  Her excitement grew as she watched Laura shift in her sleep. Patience was not Beatrice’s strong suit, but she forced herself to wait for her sister to wake. The morning was still young, and the promise of chaos loomed delightfully on the horizon.

  10 minutes later

  Fast And Perfect Awakening;

  Ten minutes later, Laura stirred, her groggy groans breaking the stillness of the morning. "Uhhh, what a dumb day it is today?" she muttered, rubbing her eyes and stretching lazily.

  Beatrice chuckled, shaking her head. "Hahaha, Sis, I think we had too many drinks," she remarked, gesturing to the sea of empty bottles scattered around them. The faint scent of alcohol lingered in the air, mixing with the earthy aroma of the forest floor.

  Laura blinked at the mess, her expression shifting as fragments of the night’s debauchery came rushing back. "Sis," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and admiration. "That was incredible. The sex, the passion, and of course—your hunger for my pussy."

  Beatrice’s grin widened, a glimmer of pride flashing in her icy-blue eyes. "And that’s saying something, considering we didn’t even make it to a million rounds like the time I painted my castle white. Ahhh, those were the days." She leaned back against the log, her gaze drifting skyward. "To think, though, that the humans of that dimension see relationships between family members as disgusting."

  Interdimensional Indifference

  Laura laughed, the sound sharp and biting. "Hahaha, oh right! Those little monkeys get so upset over something so natural. It’s ridiculous."

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  Beatrice’s brows furrowed in mock contemplation as she scratched her hair. "I really don’t understand those creatures. Here in the OnceLands, we value individual freedoms. Relationships between family members are the most normal thing imaginable. Yet over there, it’s a scandal." Her tone dripped with disdain. "Speaking of which, how long until we sell our drugs to those inferior beings?"

  Laura straightened, brushing stray strands of hair from her face. "Oh, right. The candy for children." Her lips curved into a sly smile. "I think I’ll have everything ready by this afternoon. And maybe your new apprentices will finally understand what it means to rise to the top."

  Beatrice’s expression darkened with intrigue as she rubbed her chin thoughtfully. Her gaze flitted to the sleeping forms of her students: Skully, Frosty, Omega Man, and Rookie. "Perhaps these airheads have potential," she mused. "They’ve shown a hunger for power, a desire to manipulate. But they lack the most crucial trait of all: sadism. More sadism." Her voice was a whisper, but the conviction in her tone was unmistakable. "This dimension might be exactly what they need to unlock their true capabilities."

  Beatrice then looks at her students and then.....................She takes out her GrimoPhone and starts watching videos of funny kittens (yes she knows she should be training her students, making them stronger now that they have mastered their insecurities about "killing" but if they don't wake up, she's not going to worry about them after all only the most rapist survive here)

  Beatrice’s resolve solidified. "Little sister," she declared, her voice ringing with authority, "I’ll prepare them for the afternoon. I can’t wait to see the results they’ll achieve in that dimension!"

  Laura nodded, her smile unwavering. "Perfect. I’ll handle the drugs."

  As Laura wandered off to begin her preparations, Beatrice turned her attention back to her students. She considered rousing them but decided against it. Let them sleep a little longer, she thought. Only the most rapacious survive here.

  With a shrug, she pulled out her GrimoPhone, its enchanted screen glowing softly in her palm. Her fingers swiped across the interface as she browsed through videos of funny kittens. Minutes turned into hours as she lost herself in the whimsical antics of the furry creatures. She giggled at their absurdity, her earlier determination momentarily forgotten.

  The Farms Of Desire

  Beatrice gets bored of her Phone deciding to do something to entertain herself..........and then remembers that she has a stable/farm hidden inside her castle going back to it. On the way she also finds Carpio asleep on Coco and Coco asleep on a tree the image is so funny that she can't help but take a picture with her GrimoPhone "Hahahahaha For the collection".

  She saves the image in her phone's gallery "Super pornographic everything clearly hahahahahaha!!!!"

  She takes a couple more photos "Y esta última para la quincena de la cena"

  And she continues her way to her castle while looking at her cell phone giving "I love it" hearts to the comments of her followers in Wizardmedia "So big!!!, It's beautiful!!!, Damn look at those Melons!!!, It's all an Evolutionary experiment!!!, There is no faith greater than this!!!, There is no battle harder than this!!!!"

  When Beatrice finally arrives at her castle she teleports inside to avoid the laziness of having to deactivate the force field that she activated yesterday but unfortunately being so focused on the GrimoPhone she crashes into the bookcase dropping a book/diary (It's the one Rookie found in the first chapters) that when seeing its content Beatrice lets out a sadistic smile saying "And now who has control huh? Sons of bitches!!!!!" As she puts away her GrimoPhone, she looks at the book and continues walking through the halls of her castle feeling a sadistic pleasure that she had not experienced in years

  "The Farm Distraction will be more Amazing than Ever!!! now I Remember you my Dear Slave, your race is not more but your Suffering will be Eternal Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!" She says laughing while touch a secret spot in the walls and disappear inside of the shadows............Ready to have fun with a slave of her magic