Demonic Pornstar System

Chapter 694: Point Changes

Two additional entries sat below the monster deaths, formatted differently. The classification text was longer, wrapped in the bureaucratic language that the Association used when it wanted to acknowledge a death without assigning blame.

Competitor Fatality (Accidental) — Combatant struck by misdirected radiant ability deployed by Alice Ashborn (Runewoven) during declared rescue operation. Ability was targeted at monsters in the basin. Death classified as unintentional collateral under Article 9, Section 3 of Awakened Combat Regulations. Penalty: 0 Points. Under review.

Competitor Fatality (Accidental) — Combatant crushed by geological debris dislodged by Nyx Cosmos (Runewoven) during declared rescue operation. Boulder deployment was targeted at monsters concentration in the basin. Death classified as unintentional collateral under Article 9, Section 3 of Awakened Combat Regulations. Penalty: 0 Points. Under review.

Zero penalty. Both of them.

The tent was very quiet.

Nyx tilted her head, read her entry twice, and sighed.

”Oops.”

Calypso snorted. Bastet’s tail flicked. Luna didn’t bother hiding the grin.

The truth was that they’d been careful.

The entire bombardment had been calibrated to wound, not kill. Hurt the fighters badly enough that they couldn’t outrun the monsters, shatter their formations so the Slashers and the Colossus could do the rest, but keep their own hands technically clean.

Every volley from the ridge had been aimed at monster-dense zones with the understanding that collateral damage to nearby competitors was unfortunate but legally defensible, while direct kills were a line they couldn’t afford to cross.

It appeared that Alice and Nyx had been a bit too enthusiastic.

The result was the same either way. Two people were dead and the Association had stamped it with a zero, and nobody in this tent was going to lose sleep over the difference between ’killed by our attack’ and ’killed by a monster two seconds after our attack.’

Luna’s grin faded.

”Any news on the little sister?”

Kaiden’s gaze darkened.

Alice had been separated from the group almost immediately after the Association landed on the ridge. Different escort, different tent, different interview. They hadn’t seen her since.

That wasn’t standard procedure for a rookie under investigation.

It was standard procedure for Alice Ashborn.

And other suspected mass murderers.

His little sister had a history. Multiple incidents across her career, all of them involving suspicious deaths that had been a little too convenient, a little too well-timed, and a little too difficult to ignore. Each one had ended the same way: Alice in a holding room, an investigator across the table, and Vespera Ashborn’s shadow falling over the proceedings until the charges evaporated.

The Association remembered every single one of those incidents, even if the courts didn’t.

To them, Alice wasn’t a rookie caught in the crossfire of a chaotic rescue operation but a repeat offender who’d been handed a convenient excuse, and the fact that she’d walked free every previous time didn’t make them gentler.

Kaiden also suspected they were hoping to use the interview as an opportunity to ask about her Conduit form.

The radiant halo that had blazed across the sky during the bombardment was a never-before-seen ability, the kind of power that made intelligence divisions salivate. An extended questioning session with Alice in custody was too good an opportunity to waste on just the basin incident.

But he knew his little sister. She might’ve been a needy teen with a bit of a scatterbrain, but she knew when to keep her mouth shut. Alice had sat across from Association interrogators before and given them nothing. She wouldn’t start now.

Calypso took his left hand. Bastet took his right.

”Alice will be okay,” Calypso said with her demonic tail flapping behind her butt.

”She’ll be fine,” Bastet confirmed, her ears forward, her grip warm.

Kaiden looked at them, at the certainty in their faces, and let himself believe it for a moment. He squeezed both their hands.

Nyx, who had been studying the hologram with the focus of a woman who preferred numbers to feelings, tapped Ashbound’s listing.

”Okay, but what about these idiots?” She pointed at the score. ”They only lost one member. Why did they drop thirty thousand points?”

The log expanded.

Member Death (Monster - Colossus): -10,000

One death. Stacy. The name wasn’t listed, but the timestamp matched and everyone in the tent knew whose entry that was.

Below it, in a shade of red darker than the others, the Association’s visual shorthand for disciplinary action:

Competition Violation — Attempted Murder of Fellow Competitor (Article 12, Class One). Combatant declared lethal intent toward registered competitor Kaiden Grey on two concurrent live broadcasts (combined viewership: 1.1M) and launched an offensive attack at the target. Intent was unambiguous. Penalty: -25,000. Combatant detained. Team ranking privileges suspended pending Awakened Judicial Board review.

The hologram hummed softly in the silence.

Kaiden looked at the entry. Then he looked at his girls.

Luna looked back at him.

Calypso looked at Luna.

Bastet looked at Calypso.

Aria looked at Bastet.

Nyx looked at all of them.

Five women and one man stood in a dimly lit Association tent, reading the official confirmation that everything they’d done today had worked. The bombardment. The stream. The legal framework. The provocation that had turned an S-tier fighter into a screaming, sobbing wreck who’d handed the Association the only clear violation in the entire engagement.

Every piece. Every angle. Every variable.

The glance that passed between them had no warmth in it. It was the look of people who had done something terrible together and understood, without discussion, that they would do it again.

Luna cracked first.

The laugh that came out of her was short and sharp and mean, the sound of spite finding its natural expression, and it broke the dam. Calypso doubled over wheezing. Aria pressed both hands to her face and her shoulders shook. Bastet’s laugh was bright and slightly unhinged, her tail whipping behind her. Nyx covered her mouth with the back of her hand but her eyes were creased shut and the sound leaking through her fingers was unmistakable.

Kaiden watched them laugh and the grin on his face was the real one, the one that never made it onto the stream, the one that belonged to the version of him that existed only in rooms like this.

He’d been a killer since the brothel. Since the day he’d walked into a building full of rapist thugs to save Julia Levander and walked out with blood on his hands and no regret in his chest. That capacity had always been his, and his girls had known it, and they’d loved him anyway.

But now they were laughing at a man’s arrest record, and the laughter was genuine. None of them felt the need to look away from what that said about them.

The three human Valkyries had shed something during that bombardment. Luna, Aria, and Nyx had stood on a ridge and rained destruction on people who were running and climbing and screaming, and they’d done it with precision and focus. Whatever softness had been there before, whatever flinch still lived in the gap between ’warrior’ and ’killer,’ the basin had burned it clean.

Calypso and Bastet had never had that gap to begin with. But the fact that the five of them could sit in a tent and laugh together about the scoreboard aftermath of a massacre they themselves carried out meant that the team Kaiden had built was finally, fully, what he’d always needed it to be.

The laughter settled into grins, and then the grins sharpened.

Just then, the tent flap opened behind them.