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“What a shit-hole.”
Seriously.
Place was probably a nice church, once upon a time. Now? Broken columns, collapsed walls, shattered windows, and bodies. Lots and lots of bodies. Or parts thereof. So much gore and blood that there are actual puddles of it.
*boom* *crack* *howl* *rain*
Atmosphere is wet and heavy thanks to the storm raging outside. Thank god the roof is, mostly, intact. I'm covered in “bad guy” blood and guts, but at least I'm not being rained on.
Hard to look cool or badass while the sky is peeing on you.
As I walk around, it becomes clear.
"What a slaughter."
Dozens of medieval fantasy dude and demon date raper corpses are scattered about. And, of course, not a single gun in sight. Swords, spears, axes, maces, bows, chain mail, plate, leather, etc, etc... No firearms.
Would really feel better with an assault rifle plus a few thousand rounds of 5.56 right now.
At least the storm outside keeps the light low. So the gross details of this slaughterhouse are not too visible. Doesn't help with the smell though.
The brimstone and sex smell is quickly overwhelmed by the stench of blood, gore, and feces.
Have to be careful stepping over remains and rubble. Really don’t want to survive that fight just to roll an ankle or fall in, ew, whatever that is.
“Hello? Anyone still alive?”
Can't continue my murder spree until I find more people to murder.
Walk through a garden of gore. Look in rooms, down hallways, around walls and rubble. Anyone here is automatically on my kill list. Any of them could have been part of the summoning. Seems they were super nice to me and killed each other first.
And they say chivalry is dead.
Only survivors appear to be the half dozen date rape club girls. Sisterhood of the ripped off pants. Whatever they had been wearing? To shreds you say. Their battered “fun bits,” exposed for all to see. All of them are beat up, cut up, and a couple, still tied up.
Take care of the ropes with a knife I find amidst the carnage.
“[Touch of Menerva]”
Fortunately, the first cheat power I took from angel tits was [Recovery Magic]. Meaning I'm a wiz with healing spells.
You're a medic, Harry.
So patch them up enough to keep them alive. At least until I kill them. Need to find out what happened and dead folks don't talk a lot. Unless I isekaied into Medieval CSI world.
Enhance!
Admit that taking my own turn with these, uh, ladies did cross my mind but... Well? Even after magic first aid?
These gals are not in good shape.
Those demons “equipment,” was proportionally sized and it looks like “playtime” had gone on for a while. So, every part that could be used? Has been. Every part that could be broken? Has been. Destroyed even.
Just... Nasty...
Drag the used and abused behind the stone altar. Alright, let's start the interrogation. Or, at least, try too?
*snap* *snap*
"Geesh. The lights are on, but nobody's home."
Now I know about “mind break,” but I've never actually seen it. Mind break, mind control, brainwashing, etc... All hentai staples.
Actually seeing it in person though?
Disturbing. Not sexy at all. Two of them are even still twitching. All of them are, damn, leaking. Eyes are shivering with lust, but empty. Unfocused.
Then I noticed something.
Each girl has a barely visible “glow” around their heads. Like a mist or fog. Into each glow runs a tiny stream, trickling through the air. So small. So tiny. Nearly invisible. Might be to most folks. And the source of those little rivulets? Is behind me-
*zwoosh*
Now I always try to give credit where credit is due. And this bitch? Fast. Really fast. The instant I realize there is someone hiding behind me? She bolts.
Doesn't even try to fight. Just runs like hell.
Why didn't I notice her before? Some stealth magic thing? Was she wearing a ghillie suit?
Unfortunately for her. I'm faster. Not by much, but enough. Get a grip on an ankle just as she's leaping through the collapsed part of an outer wall.
“[Mind Mist]”
Whoa…
First time having non zapping magic used on me. My thoughts suddenly get, well, sluggish. Hard to think clearly and I probably would believe anything anyone tells me. Agree to anything.
Luck isn't with miss wings, however. Since the feeling passes as quickly as it arrived.
Still have a good grip on her ankle and I'm not about to give her another chance. Might send a spell I can’t handle my way.
*shpak* *shohk* *crunch* *shmok*
Swing her around like a brat with a bat in a mailbox store. Smack her into the floor, walls, even columns, as I walk back to the altar.
By the time I get there? She is banged up, bleeding, and knocked the fuck out. Now this slut looks like someone, bet she's a succubus, I could have fun with.
Sadly, with her now unconscious? The tiny rivulets of magic stuff connecting her to the mistreated teens dry up and the glow on their noggins fade.
““AAAHHHEEEYYYIII!!!””
So. Much. Screaming.
While slutty demon’s voodoo apparently made any desire to keep their knees together, go away? Seems the memories of what followed? Remain.
Damn.
What a shitty world.
“Huh. No lizards.”
Storm outside is letting up so more light is making its way into this wrecked church. Showing off how artsy fartsy the place was. Carvings on the columns. Art on the walls. Even had those fancy stained glass windows with pictures in them.
Like the inside of some big medieval cathedral. Notre Dame-ish?
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With more light I can also better see the girls I've laid out behind the altar. And, none of them have scales. You know, there were no lizard looking “demons” either. Meh… Probably doesn't mean anything.
The scalies, like furies but even creepier, are going to be disappointed though. Well, let's compare. At least as well as I can, considering the condition they are in.
None of the others look like the whore I met first.
While short, probably only five feet, easy elf has an hourglass figure and heart shaped face. Large juicy round breasts and a just as juicy round bottom. Deep blue eyes and long sliver hair with white skin. And of course those long pointed swept out ears.
The next one fits the fantasy 'dwarf' stereotype.
Short and thick, gotta be less than four and a half feet, with a rectangular body and square face. Plump east west boobs and a square rear. Short copper hair with silver eyes and light brown skin. No points on her ears and one of them is even torn.
Third in line fits the fantasy 'elf' stereotype.
Tall and skinny, maybe six and a half feet, with a rectangular figure and diamond shaped face. Tight side set breasts with a heart shaped butt. Long blue hair with gold eyes and white skin. Her ears are pointed but shorter than the other elf's and swept back instead of out.
Four and five look like 'regular' humans.
Four is a little over five feet, with a spoon body and round face. Small tear drop boobs and a sizeable v-shaped end. Curly short brown hair with brown eyes and beige skin.
Five is over five and a half feet, with an hourglass figure and a triangle face. Busty bell shaped tits and a firm heart curved ass. Curly long blond hair, grey eyes, and fair skin.
And the sixth is a cat person?
Nearly six feet tall, she has a triangular body and oval face. With tight athletic breasts and v-shaped butt. Short reddish orange fur covers most of her except for her chest and stomach. Red eyes and white skin with fuzzy pointy swept up ears and a fuzzy tail.
While I call the hooker an elf? I'm not so sure anymore. Maybe she's a half-elf? Part-time pointy eared prostitute? Are the elves in this fantasy world supposed to be tall? Short? Either?
“Aaahh!” “Waaahh!” “No no no no.”
Whatever she is or isn't. She seems to be the leader of this brothel bunch. While others are screaming, crying, hair pulling, or just shutting down? She got up and started stripping the least damaged clothing from the corpses.
What a bizarre scene.
Desecration. Screaming. Crying. The reek of blood, feces, and sex. And amidst it all is a silent caretaker. Quietly walking back and forth. Stripping corpses in a garden of gore.
"Hey."
She ignores me. Uses the rags to cover the exposed privates of herself and the others. Then? Starts comforting them. Whispering and hugging. Apologizing?
Honestly? Not sure what to do now. Take a nap?
*blegh* *cough* *blegh* *hack* *blegh*
Settle for throwing up. A lot. Yeah, I may be an asshole? But I am not a badass. I’m a reasonable guy. I’ve just experienced some very unreasonable things. And what I've done is too much to expect from anyone.
Right?
My stomach finally finishes emptying itself, the heaving ends, and I look up to see the half-elf, on her knees, facing me.
Fists clench. Eyes squeeze tight. Lips begin trembling. Then after quite the buildup she, finally, screams.
“Sorry!”
Uh, awkward, party for two?
Cool. At least I understand her language. Think it's the same one demon boy used. Shared common tongue? Doesn’t sound like any language I recognize though. Should be grateful they ain’t all speaking japanese.
“Come again?”
Yuck. Hate that vomit taste. Really wish I had some whiskey right now.
She bends all the way down now. What's this called? Uh. Kowtowing? Yikes, you know how filthy this floor is. Right? Uhoh. Hope everywhere isn’t like this.
“Th-this should not have... W-We... I... d-defiled in front of you... W-what... must think of us…” Stuttering girl, stutters.
Fuck this. “Send me back.”
Whatever scraps of dignity she somehow miraculously had left? Crumble.
“P… please… S-Save us…” Now she starts sobbing?
“No thanks. Send me home. Now.” She can't be dumb enough to think I would stay.
“I a-am sorry but, I… c-cannot…” Boy she's bawling a lot. Speaking through the tears. “It t-took... Weeks t-to prepare the ritual. D-days to ca-cast.” Cute, titan tits might be finally getting a clue. “Please... h-hero... save-”
“I'm not your hero.”
“W-what?” Maybe she's not that bright after all.
Her now tilting head shows that one of her ears has a bite taken out of it. Still bleeding a bit too.
“While you were spreading your legs for the horny family?” Look at that flinch. “The summoning missed.” Confused? “You didn't get a hero, sugar tits.” Lean back and spread my arms for dramatic effect. “You got me.”
Bet I look super cool sitting on the floor, with my arms spread, and leaning back against the pedestal. Total antihero pose. Or super gross since I'm covered in blood, guts, and have body parts laying around me. Oh, is that part of Raper 1's head?
No! Don't pick it up! Keep looking cool. How long do I need to stay posed like this?
Elf tits looks at me like she has no fucking clue about what’s going on. Maybe she really is just an innocent bystand-
“Y-you're not xxxx?”
*slich*
As soon as my son's name leaves her mouth? I'm moving. How does this bitch know his name? Is she to blame? Don’t recall isekais knowing the name of who they are summoning. How the fuck does she know my son’s name?!
The knife meets little resistance as it slices through the scraps she's wearing, cuts into her bruised skin, and stabs deep into her waist.
As the pain registers in her bulging eyes I give her my best “fuck you” smile.
"Found you, bitch."
Angelles, Avalina Faphyri (female, elf-human, tourinese)
Lucretia, Viridia (female, human, aquecian)
Mudarmour, Darabym (female, dwarf, thuriborn)
Olete (female, human, turinese)
Seylia (female, beastkin, barbarian)
Trarendore, Chyal Elir Siora (female, elf, granyan)
Zuzzoros, Khirsa (female, demon, drasritorn)