The Extra Wants Control

"What kind of…" she began, but Ray silenced her.

"Sign it," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "With your blood."

"But…"Keller hesitated but Ray's blue cold eyes shut her up.

With a resigned sigh, Keller reached into her robes. Just as her hand brushed against a hidden pocket, a flash of blue streaked through the air. An ice needle materialized, pinning into her chest. A bead of crimson welled up in the exposed flesh of her cleavage.

"What the…" Keller muttered, a surprised cry escaping her lips.

"You're a cunning woman, Keller," Ray said, his voice devoid of emotion as he casually retrieved a small vial filled with a dark red liquid from a hidden fold in her clothes. "And resourceful, apparently. But not resourceful enough."

Keller stared at the vial in Ray's grasp, recognition dawning in her eyes. "Damn it," she muttered under her breath. "How does he know…?" Her thought hung unanswered.

"Hah," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the din of battle. "Dealing with cunning women is a real pain. Why carry a vial of blood that clearly isn't yours?"

Keller's face contorted in a snarl, spat back, "Maybe because I like options!"

"Repeat after me: 'I accept the terms of this contract.'" said Ray ignoring her.

With a defiant snarl, Keller gritted her teeth and complied. "I accept the terms of the contract."

As the words left her lips, Ray pressed the vial, still shimmering with the blood from the ice needle, against the parchment. A crimson sigil, intricate and pulsing with an otherworldly power, flared to life. The light erupted outwards, bathing the room in a bloody glow that spilled out the windows and tore through the battlefield below.

Constantine, sensing the shift, withdrew his magic with a grimace. The oppressive crimson circle above the battlefield flickered and vanished, leaving behind a clear, star-studded night sky. As the light in the room subsided, a faint, intricate engraving glowed on Keller's neck, a permanent reminder of the contract she'd just signed.

The battlefield held its breath as Mavis, a blur of lethal grace, disarmed the eight-star human before a single blow was struck. The human, a slender figure with eyes glowing a menacing crimson, stood frozen mid-lunge, her rapier clattering to the ground with a thud.

Confusion flickered across her crimson gaze, replacing the feral rage that had fueled her movements moments before. Her once powerful stance faltered, his body slumping as if an unseen force had drained her will to fight. Mavis, perched lightly on her feet, watched with a hint of a small smile.

Meanwhile, back in the castle chamber.

"Congratulations," Keller said with a sardonic edge, the contract clutched tightly in her hand. "You've just acquired yourself a brand new slave."

Ray's figure seemingly defying gravity by standing on a platform of shimmering ice, didn't even turn his head he ignored. "Come," he said, his voice laced with urgency. "We have more pressing matters at hand."

Keller raised an eyebrow, "Pressing matters?"

"Your little assassination attempt," Ray began, his voice dropping to a low whisper, "seems to have attracted the attention of a rather scary princess. One who's likely laser-focused on Stonegate right now."

Keller's eyes narrowed.Keller stared at him, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling on her face. How could he know about the assassination? Had she been unwittingly playing him all along without realizing it?She clenched her fists.

Ray continued. "Let's just say things went a bit sideways compared to what I'd planned." He left the sentence hanging, "And I told her we were hunting a terrorist organization?" He finished.

" You told her you're hunting terrorists? Wait you met the princess? So, the princess had noticed. Stonegate is under scrutiny then?"

"Precisely," he confirmed the first question and ignored the latter questions. "Which means we need a scapegoat. But first things first." Ray paused, his gaze sweeping over her once more. "Organize your people. I need a detailed report on your organization's structure and capabilities. Second, pack your bags – you're relocating."

He gestured towards the window, where the battlefield lay in a state of stunned confusion. Gorgon fighters stared at their immobilized leader, then at Keller, waiting for direction. "Leave the cleanup to your subordinates," Ray continued. "Finally, organize them to sign individual contracts binding them to you. They'll be under your direct command from this point on."

She clenched her fists, a grudging acceptance settling over her. "Alright," she conceded through gritted teeth.

Taking a deep breath for projection, she soared out the shattered window, her voice echoing across the battlefield. "Cease fire! We're under new management!"

The response was a deafening silence. The Gorgon fighters exchanged bewildered glances before their eyes finally landed on the figure perched on the transparent ice platform, seemingly defying gravity with his hands clasped behind his back. His cold blue eyes surveyed the scene with a detached coolness that sent a shiver down the weaker soldiers' spines.

The signing of contracts became a monotonous affair, overseen by Null's stoic enforcers. A grumbling dissatisfaction hung in the air as Gorgon members filed past, resentment simmering beneath the surface. Leaving their fallen comrades unburied and the battlefield desecrated felt wrong, but these new rulers spoke the language of brute force – a language everyone in the room understood.

The weak had to bend to the will of the strong.

Keller, navigating the throng of her people, finally reached Ray. Her voice, taut with suppressed emotion, cut through the murmur. "Where's 004? And why isn't she signing?" Her gaze darted across the room, searching for the missing eight-star fighter.

Ray, his back to the chaos, didn't turn. His voice was a cold whisper. "004 belongs to Mavis now."

Keller's blood ran cold. "Belongs to her?" The implication hung heavy in the air. Mavis hadn't just neutralized the eight-star – she'd turned her to a puppet, albeit an incomplete one. She needed more time to corrupt her.

A chill snaked down Keller's spine. One of her most formidable fighters, a puppet in the hands of their enemy.

"And 002?" Keller pressed, her voice a rasp. "Where's she?"

Ray threw her a sardonic glance. "We have other plans for her. Plans that don't concern you." His words were dismissive.

Keller clenched her fists, frustration burning in her gut. Two of her eight-stars gone – one to the enemy, the other to cut down. She cursed silently, the weight of her own weakness pressing down on her. A wave of anger, sharp and hot, momentarily eclipsed her fear. "What could you possibly want with 002?" she thought, a desperate question with no answer forthcoming.

The signing and packing dragged on, punctuated by the hushed murmur of discontent. When finally complete, Constantine materialized from the shadows, an inky cloak around him. With a wave of his hand, Gorgon fighters vanished in groups, whisked away to Null's base.

Only Ray and Kael remained. The battlefield stretched before them, a desolate display of death and destruction. Ray turned to Kael, who stood poised beside him, his eight mana stars swirling in a menacing crown.

"Leave a section untouched," Ray commanded, his voice sharp. "The one most… populated." He was referring to the side with the most corpses should be left untouched.

Kael nodded, his face cool with understanding. A dark aura erupted from him, forming a colossal blade of pure energy. He swung it down with a silent roar, and the earth trembled. A devastating shockwave ripped across the battlefield, carving a swathe of destruction. The air crackled with raw power, leaving behind a cratered wasteland.

One section, untouched, stood as a grim monument to the fallen – a testament to the chilling power they'd just encountered. In the distance, the first tendrils of smoke rose from the smoldering ruins, a silent eulogy for the battle of Stonegate.

The dust settled on the smoldering battlefield, the acrid scent of singed earth filling the air. Ignoring the scene of destruction he'd orchestrated, Ray strode towards the lone, untouched section of the battlefield – the one littered with Gorgon corpses. With a flourish, he erected a crude monument from shattered stone, an imposing symbol in the desolate landscape.

On the monument's face, he etched a single, powerful symbol: a bold circle with a diagonal slash through it – the mark of Null. This wasn't a mere signature; it was a declaration. A message for any who dared to bear witness. This attack, so swift and brutal, belonged to Null. Whether they interpreted it as a twisted form of justice served, or a chilling display of power, mattered little.

He wanted them to know. And they all would know.

Back at Null's headquarters, a hive of activity buzzed. Gorgon fighters, disoriented and apprehensive, were processed and assigned to their new quarters. Drill sergeants barked orders, outlining Null's rigid code of conduct: unwavering loyalty, absolute obedience, and a ruthless efficiency that mirrored their new leader.

Meanwhile, Keller found herself stewing in a sterile chamber, the weight of her new circumstances pressing down on her. She couldn't escape the nagging worry about her missing 002 and the fate that awaited her under Ray's enigmatic plans. Just then, the chamber door hissed open, and Ray strolled in, his face a cool indifference.

"Acclimatize yourself," he said, his voice devoid of warmth. "You'll be instructed further." He offered no explanation, no reassurance, simply a curt dismissal. Keller gritted her teeth, the frustration palpable. She was a pawn now, a cog in Null's machine, and Ray, it seemed, wasn't about to share the bigger picture. Atleast to tge current her that is.