Ladies, Getlemen and Horndogs! I, SoapHeller, announce the official return of my awful writings known as 'The Denail of Enjoyment' Lazyness, Dissappointment and Issues of Real Life stopped me of giving you some joy in this website, but fear not! I came back from the hellpits of Hiatus and hopefully I have enough discipline to hold back the sea of boredom
The size of this chapter may not compasate the years of waiting and hopelessness, but I hope you enjoy and review it like the others chapters I posted before.
With all said, LET'S GET IN ON!
It was morning in Eostia, the cocks' clacking mixed with the screams of people forced into other cocks were announcing a new day in the glorious Cuntry of Eostia and the old man who escaped the dungeon was bored, Ulric was not at home and there was not food around, out the window he could see a bunch of men who were sleeping outside the bar nearby getting up. Now that he looked around, the lot of them were bruised or cut badly. It spoke well of the resilience of the men of Eostia had if they could shrug off that kind of beating; after all, they kind of needed that when you lived next door with the gates of Hell.
"Lady Origa..."
He heard the dark elf asking about her master in the next room, he went the inside to see what was going on. Turned out that Chloe was not awake yet, but she was speaking in dreams and not the kind of dreams you want to anyone else learn about.
"Lady Origa, please be gentle…" Normally if someone hears about these lines in the correct context, they would burn her to a pyre, then burn the whole house, just to be sure.
For the old man, it was more among the lines of: "Guess William must invite me that beer…if he's still alive."
A groan followed from the dark elf, and the human knew that no one liked to be interrupted in middle of the deed, even if the deed itself wasn't real or under the norms of accepted partners.
"It…it's getting *hah* close…" At this point the elder went to search something that would bring the dark elf back to reality. "Origa…Lady Origa…" He thought a wooden pail full of cold water would be enough. "Lady Origa! Please come to-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Silas threw the whole content at Chloe's face. The Dark Elf coughs up the liquid out of her mouth and opened her eyes, whose red iris fixed at the old man with some lame helmet and dirty clothes.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHY YOU WAKED ME UP THAT WAY!?" The (former) Dark Queen's Shadow was not amused.
"My name is Silas of Iris and I used this pail because I felt like it." He presented himself without much concern. "And yes, I know about you, Chloe. What I don't know is since when demons and wankers are welcome here and how you became the 'joygirl' of Origa's army." Chloe got pissed at what he suggested, and then she got more pissed once she realized that she was tied to a bed.
"Untie me you bastard!"
"I think not. You did not answer my question and outside of this place there is a group of drunks who got beaten the crap out of them. It's not my definition of safe, you know?"
"And you just had to be a bed, did you?!"
"Well, you are mad right now, and it was that or some really dirty tables around here. Now answer me." He got his head closer. "What. Happened. Here? How did Origa turn this place in a hellhole?"
"It wasn't Lady Origa who did this." She averted her eyes in shame and regret.
"It was a demon overlord then? It may explain the rise of the hordes." Silas was curious.
"A…excuse of human named Volt." Her voice was growing in bile.
"Hmmmm…never heard of him."
"What!? Everyone has heard of him!"
"Lassie, I spent the last ten years trapped in a hole with no means of communication with the outside world. At lot can happen in just a few months." Chloe sighed in resignation, so she explained what she knew about Volt, how he became a living legend between the human mercenaries and how he turned Eostia as the biggest brothel ever made in the face of the realm.
"...and that's how things ended. That bastard somehow gained the loyalty of all the demons and turned Lady Origa and me in…in…" She did not want to end that last word.
"Are you telling me that the longest war in this realm, the conflict that claimed countless lives across the years, was ended at the hands of wankers and horny men?" Silas said with incredulity, at which the dark elf nodded. Then in less of a few seconds the old man seemed to faint and hitting the wall, then he quickly recovered and stood still for a few minutes, and then he screamed at the top of his lungs. Chloe knew those humans had a crude tongue, but the foulness that came out of him were of a new height. That said, the wrath of Silas was not coming from the horrible fate of the women, but instead…
"…AND HOW THE FUCK NO ONE KILLED THAT CUNT OF BEIRSLY, YOU HAD ONE JOB, WILLIAM, ONE JOB! OR AT LEAST TEACHING THAT BRAT OF ALICIA IN HOW NOT ACT LIKE A RETARD WHO DOOMED ALL WE WORKED FOR…" Silas' rant seemed to not have an end in sight, so Chloe decided to put a stop to it.
"Look human!" Silas stopped his rant by the shout. "While I'm glad there are some males who don't like that dog, screaming like a madman won't get you anywhere."
"Then what you suggest, then? I'm all ears." Silas said, despite probably knowing her answer.
"Well, how about untie me, help me to free my queen and kill that bastard?" Yep, just like he expected.
"One, I don't have guarantee that you are not going to kill me; two, I don't like Her Horribleness of your Overlady;" Silas paused at seeing Chloe's eyes twitching in anger. "And three, if that Volt is so awesome that he can convince demons that worshipping his cock is more beneficial for them than following Origa herself, compared with an old man who just escaped prison and a lady who just today stopped taking sausages in every hole available, I don't like the odds present today."
"If you want, I can help you to kill that scum of…what his name? Beir…?"
"Biersly, lassie." He corrected. "And your mere presence is still a big sign of 'please kill me and ravish my corpse, literally'. I still can't forget John's fac-"
"YOU WORK FOR THAT BASTARD!?"
"Of course not! If that was the case, I would be surrounded by catamites instead."
"…" And Silas knew he screw it up…not literally this time. "Are you a queer?" Suddenly everything made a bit more of sense for Chloe.
"Says the woman who was dreaming about how she was porking the Dark Queen."
"I WOULD NEVER DEFILE LADY ORIGA!" Chloe responded. "At least not under my own right mind" but the human did not need to know that.
"Okay, okay!" Silas raised his arms in surprise. "That was careless of me. If this was a normal situation we would try kill and/or insult each other."
"Well, it's obvious that we are not going anywhere unless we unite ourselves." She said reluctantly. "We don't have to like each other, but we can get our retribution or keep bickering like morons." She could not believe she was proposing an alliance with a human, but her hatred for Volt was that big.
Silas thought the proposal of Origa's former second hand for a few minutes until reaching his decision.
"Promise me that once I untie you, you will not try to kill me?"
"As long you don't sell me to those pigs."
"Fine then." And so, Silas untied the arms of the dark elf. "Call me old-fashioned, but I would like to seal our deal with a handshake." As much she wanted to tear him apart, she decided to humor the human and grabbed his hand with her own, but suddenly a shining blue light illuminated the room, and both realized that maybe getting together was maybe a bit too good of an idea.
"WHICH ONE OF YOUR FUCKERS KILLED MY PARTNERS!?" Some jerk awoke the staff of the bar where Guillermo, Siegfried and Hilda were sleeping. Soon the pair of imps came out clearly annoyed.
"And who the heck is you and who gave you right to scream at people in the morning?!" They both shouted at the insolent moron and his small posse of criminals.
"Me?! I am Steven the Skullcrusher! And I know you bastards are hiding the scum who murdered my partners yesterday!"
"As far I'm aware, Commander Hicks is sleeping in the White Castle." The imp with mane said annoyed. "Why you don't pay a visit to him? He would not mind some extra glory."
"I know it was that crazy hag who scared the shit out of Patches! And I know you asshats like to hide people who want to kill Volt!"
"We do so because everyone who came here is soooo full of hot air that it always hilarious watching their inevitable downfall"
"Thanks for your vote of confidence, you jerks." Guillermo said as he came out of the inn.
"Okayyyy…" Steven muttered as he watched an old man with some cane and morning clothes. "Who the-"
"One of the men who killed your friends, you are welcome." Guillermo said it as a matter of fact. "Now, would you kindly piss off? I'm trying to get my first food without alcohol in decades and you're spoiling it."
"…WHAT DID YOU SAID?!" Steven was not amused. "DO YOU KN-"
"Hellooo, gentlemen." An effeminate voice interrupted the criminal. "Oh my! Why everyone is so angry?" Both Guillermo and Steven moved their heads to the source and quickly wished they hadn't. The man was wearing pink shirts, pink pants and pink shoes; also, he was wearing a mask with the form of an insane horse, armed with a large spear. "I thought this was a land were men would get what they wanted."
"…and who is this freak?" Steven's wrath was replaced with confusion.
"Oh ho ho ho. Where are my manners?" Then the masked man made some tricks and poses with his spear. "I am Don Juan! Vanquisher of Demons! Slayer of the Dark Queen's Minions! The Greatest Lover of Men in all Eosti-"
Steven interrupted Don Juan's boast with an: "ARE YOU A FAGGOT!?"
"Homosexual, pretty boy and your mouth stay the same." Don Juan correct to the uncultured ones surrounding here.
"I don't know about you, but I don't think Volt is degenerate enough to make rape of men a thing." Guillermo spoke to the "horse" head. "So, if that is your intention then it's my duty to kill you along these douchebags"
"Wowowow!" Don Juan raised his hands and spear in a 'worried' warning. "Who said anything about rape? I'm just here to punish evildoers and share some love." He explained as the bandits were stepping aside. "Jail can be pretty lonely sometimes."
"…" It seemed some of the bandits wanted to puke.
"I am out of here." Guillermo declared, and he went inside to finish his breakfast.
"After you finish killing each other, would you mind telling us if you still want a scrap with our clients?" The imp with hair asked, a bit confused at the scene.
"Since when we woul-" Then Steven got his throat pierced by Don Juan's spear.
"Since right now!" The horse head declared and thus, he retrieved the spear and hit it in the chest of the next guy; two other men run to hit him, and Don Juan jumps at the head of the dying and give them a round kick to their chins, breaking their concentration and teeth apart; then he lands behind the speared guy, release his weapon and grabs the knives in his trousers, charges the other two enemies and he slit both their throats at the same time.
Only one man was still standing, frozen by the slaughter carried by the pink weirdo.
"You have two options: you can run, or you can s-" The poor criminal chooses the former. "-tay here and su…oh well. Let's see why there are dem-"
"COME ON STEVEN! ARE YOU READY TO JOIN YOURrrrr why everyone is dead?" Hilda was hoping to tear apart some guys with her new shiny and clean Saw Cleaver, but she only saw a weird pink figure with a horse head, armed with a spear and a pair of knives, covered in blood. "Who the fu-"
"I am Don Juan, ancient hero of Eostia just freed of his unjust judgment and I can't stop to think…so much for a Nation of Service."
"…" Hilda tried to digest the info about the man near her. "Long story short, Eostia got literally fucked by a douchebag mercenary named Volt." She answered. "That's what happens when our gods are complete morons and our heroes are horny twats." Once she finished she went to Steven's body to cut his head.
"Origa got fucked too, if that makes you feel bett-" The imps joined the dialogue, only to have the spear pointing at their heads. "WE DON'T WORK FOR VOLT, WE SWEAR IT!"
"Your kind never had fame for honesty." Don Juan said completely serious. "Grant me a really good reason to let me may spare you."
"They are the reason why I and my allies could get a place where we can sleep." Hilda answered pointing her weapon at Don Juan. "And if you lay a finger on them without my permission, I'm gonna tear your spleen apart."
"Well, it's clear this world has gone mad in my absence." Don Juan seemed disappointed by the current state of affairs, so he decided to leave, but... "Wait a minute…are you a wom-?"
"Yes, I am one." Hilda 'confessed' at Don Juan. "Just keep your head covered and fight back…which I guess is something that even the 'Goddess' forgot about."
"Are you done Hilda?" Guillermo asked from inside. "The lad is done with his early exercises and I presume you already killed Steven and the pink knave."
"I can hear you, jackass!" Responded Don Juan annoyed. "And it was I, Don Juan, who freed this city of the knave known as Steven."
"Good, you only need to kill almost everyone else in this Cuntry to bring things back to normal." Hilda said. "Luckily for you, you seem competent enough to join our group."
"He's a homosexual, Hilda!" Guillermo complained at Hilda's proposition.
"As long he does not try to make moves on you or Siegfried, fine for me."
"Excuse me" Said the young man, wearing a now clean armor and unaware he interrupted Guillermo's wrath. "Who is that-"
"Don Juan, he is a weird guy who is good killing people and hates demons but is a queer who wears a horse head with pink clothes." Hilda made a quick resume.
"And Hilda wants to recruit him." Guillermo finished.
"Okaaaay? Let me think about this." Siegfried began to think how he would test Don Juan's worthiness according of his standards and his teammates'. "There's someone who you really want to kill?"
"If those twats of Beirsly and John Mandeville are still alive, it would be my pleasure to take them out for once for all, even if it's too late for this realm."
"Are you willing to let the former members of Order of Chivalry join us?"
"Weren't they called the Seven Shield Alliance?"
"Answer the question." Guillermo insisted.
"Judging for what I heard in the last days…" There was a pause in Don Juan's body. "FUCK NO!"
"Thank gods for small mercies." Guillermo muttered while Hilda was smirking.
"Okay last question, it should be obvious considering who we are facing," Siegfried gave a breath before continuing with it. "But just to be sure…Are you a rapist?"
"Of course not! What makes you think that?"
"You threatened to molest these dead bandits a few minutes ago!" Guillermo reminded.
"Everybody use sexual threats in Eostia. We made it an art form."
"What about the ones in jail?"
"At most I shoved their weapons were-"
"Did they have weapons in jail?" One imp asked.
"And what I did it's why they don't have anymore."
"Ew, that's gross." The other imp commented.
"Anyway..." Guillermo stopped the awful memoirs of Don Juan. "…do you really want this deviant joining our group?" Siegfried turned over the masked one and made his decision.
"Pull out your mask."
"What?"
"How do we know you are not one of Volt's goons in disguise?"
"Look, my face is a mess now-"
"Your face was cursed by Origa?" Guillermo asked.
"…no?"
"Until you show us your face I can't be sure if we can start an alliance." The lad finished. A beat of silence followed, and Guillermo was beginning to think how he would react at the answer from the masked one.
"Okay." Don Juan nodded. "I can't blame you. Anyone saner would just kill me for personal security."
"That was unexpected…" Guillermo said in a low voice.
"Just grant me one day to sort my mess up and I will try to find you again on better conditions."
"Of course." Hilda said, being glad to maybe have another ally.
"It seems fine for me." Siegfried added, and then everyone (including the imps) looked at Guillermo who sighed in annoyance.
"If somehow you manage to act like someone with decency, then maybe I will let you pass." He declared. "Hilda has already filled the space for 'lunatic teammate'."
"Are you testing my patience, old man?" Hilda was having enough of Guillermo's insults. He would say a comeback, but Siegfried made a glare that showed his desire to avoid needless conflict.
"Well, in that case I'll be going." Don Juan began to leave until he remembered something. "I heard some rumors that the Dark Queen herself was nearby."
"She got fucked by the clients of this place." Hilda informed grinning. "They pounded her realllll gooood." She added while adding some thrusting movements.
"We beat the crap of them soon after because they made the mistake of pissing off her." Siegfried added and pointed at Hilda. "If you want the 'Queen', you must ask to the guards who took her back to Celestine's Castle."
"Well, until then farewell." Don Juan wave them and went on his way the place, leaving stunned humans, confused demons and dead people behind.
"So…what we do now?" Siegfried asked.
"Well, I'm going to charge on Steven's head and use the coins to get proper stuff. We are going for Grave's head and we need all the good stuff our fight money can get."
"By the way…" Guillermo just remembered something important. "…do we need to pay you for the next days?" He turned at the imps.
"Yep, but we cut in half prices to anyone who entertain us." The hairy Imp said.
"And we mean by 'raise mayhem to Volt's buddies'. It's something mutually beneficial, if you ask me." The other one with the shirt clarified with a grin.
"Before leaving, can I ask your name?" Siegfried said, and then he looked at the rest who were looking at him stunned. "I assume they have names." He expected that soon Hilda would slap him for doing something 'Alicia-type' stupid and/or Guillermo would make a talk about demons and naïve fools who tried to become friends with them.
He did not expect the pair of imp jumping at his legs and crying in…non-sadistic happiness?
"ONLY OUR MASTER ASKED FOR OUR NAMES!" They shouted so hard that the half of the city heard them.
"...You're…welcome?" The lad muttered, now just as dumbfounded as his companions. Once they stopped bawling and composed themselves they stood firmly like they were members of a mock parade.
"I am Klesk." The bald one with shirt presented himself.
"And I'm Frisk." The blonde hairy one progressed.
"And in behalf of this humble tavern, once you are done with Levantine we shall grant you free sanctuary…" Both paused for 'dramatic' purposes. "…FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIVES!"
"…" There was no doubt of the humans' stupefaction and the imps wondered if they had been too generous and honest in their claims, until Guillermo broke the silence.
"Well, the Ball is tomorrow, and I doubt Grave is going to kill himself. Let's go everyone!" Then he marched until Hilda grabbed him and pointed the right direction to march.
The Imps were weirded out, but they knew amusing disasters would come out from this trio.
Connor was walking through the halls of the White Castle, finally having translated the exact ingredients of this version of the "aphrodisiac" who turned some poor soul into a Cleric Beast and wanting to ask Volt or Kin where those ingredients could be found and that way, find where these possible rebels where hiding.
"Please Lord Volt, spare us of this fate." And once again he lamented his choice of 'allies'. A woman with a formal yet revealing red kimono was kneeing in Volt's presence along her fellow females. Looking at them, Connor guessed they were the famous 'mikos', priestess from the Far East who tried to help Celestine in purging the evil from the Dark Tower of Garan.
"The Law must be obeyed by everyone in this land." Volt said, grinning from the throne he usurped. "Why should I deny you the natural joys of a woman? Kaguya does not seem to mind." Connor could see the women gripping their fist in repressed anger. It took a few thrusts to turn their famed leader from 'Promising priestess' to 'Slutty embarrassment', with a pinch of 'Mother of thousand unholy beasts' if certain rumors were true.
"We have more sacred duties to perform in our lands!" The miko insisted.
"And let you lot advise them about our forces for the inevitable yet doomed to fail counter-attack? I think you will be more useful 'relieving' our men here, unless you propose a better offer." Volt smirked, already waiting for the mikos making a moronic mistake.
"I offer my body in exchange of their liberty!" Volt expected that sorry excuse of an 'offer', what he did not anticipate was the loud sound of Kin facepalming.
"Seriously?" This was going to become one of the few times Volt witnessed his mage getting angry. "Again?!"
"W-w-w-what do you mean?" The leader of the mikos was confused. Connor did not like where this was going.
"This is the famed wisdom of the East? The land that perfected manufacture we eostians are barely discovering?!" The normally stoic right hand of Volt was raising his voice. "Those who have such ways of thinking about life that make us look like swine in comparison?! The best response you can muster is something that even a simpleton already discarded at this point?! Seriously?!"
An oppressive silence was filling the Throne Room and it took a while until a weak voice arrived.
"C-can I change my offer…?" The miko almost whispered at Volt.
"TOO LATE!" And suddenly the now pant less Lord of all Eostia jumped at her and ravaged her at the sight of everyone present.
"Send the rest to the dungeons, we will decide their destiny." A calmed Kin ordered to the soldiers. "And do not touch them yet. It may give them a chance of escape."
"Lord Kin?" Connor managed to hide his worries about the mage's stability to address him.
"Huh, Connor?" Kin returned at his usual self. "I apologize for starting this awful show. It just sometimes the stupidity of this land can make one loses their equilibrium." Connor already knew about the fall of Feoh and how it has now earned a place in the halls of the most epic blunders of military history. "Anyway, I presume it is about the monster that Hicks killed last night, am I correct?"
"Indeed, I managed to translate the contents of this potion and I wanted to know where-"
"Most of the ingredients can be found in all regions of Eostia," Kin quickly responded the white clothed human. "But the rare herbs that give them both the aphrodisiac effect and the chance to turn them into demo-"
"Beasts."
"-an only be found in the country of Garan, so the theory about dark elves survivors plotting against us not that far off the chances of possibilities." It took a while until Connor's line of thinking decided what to do next.
"I can see why Volt trusts you. Why do you follow him?"
"While he may be found wanting of my area of expertise," Kin explained. "He does show a great demonstration of intelligence and smarts not common in Eostia."
"The Nation of Service had nothing to do with it?" So far, the mage was the only man Connor did not see shagging someone else by accident and this was the chance to confirm or deny it.
"Not everyone in Eostia are filled with lust, we both are examples of it." Kin smiled at the other man. "I do confess my passion lies in the knowledge both Celestine and Origa have long denied to us and with them out of the way…" Then he gave a smirk that could tense the bravest souls. "…it will finally be written in all its magnificent glory."
"My Lord?" Connor coughed to catch some attention from the mage. "What we should do with the revelations?"
"Once our King is done with her, I will inform about our findings; and knowing him he will send groups to take them down." Kin said. "It is worrisome knowing that one of our most treasured slaves and whoever Hicks was pursuing last night are in the loose right now." As he finished, they could hear Volt bringing his foul seed to the unfortunate miko.
"They are probably some kids trying to play hero; and knowing your group, it won't be long unt-"
"LORD VOLT!" A soldier arrived with a face full of horror. The alluded already had his pants on.
"What is the matter?"
"SOME ASSHOLES KILLED EVERYONE IN THE MAIN MERCENARY GUILD!"
"Kids you say?" Kin looked at Connor, who sighed in annoyance.
"WHAT?!" Volt was not happy.
"And the doctor who Kin captured last week arrived." Someone else interrupted and was along with a man in medic clothes who oozed fear from all his body. Volt took a breath, calmed himself and spoke:
"You!" He pointed at one captain. "Gather your troops and seek those bastards. They may be the same lunatics who Hicks failed to capture yesterday!"
"How did you come at such conclusion?" Kin was genuinely curious.
"I have a feeling, now go!" Once captain left he gazed on the fearful doctor. "You! Show what you got!"
"Not even a greeting" The alluded gulped, and presented the essay that may save his life.
"How it went?" Frisk asked the humans once they returned. Hilda, Guillermo and Siegfried were covered in blood again. They looked each other before giving their answer.
"Awful." There was no better clean word to describe it.
"When we arrived, we found out that the mercenary's guild got turned in a 'no girls allowed' group." Hilda began. "So, I sent Guillermo and Siegfried to deliver Steven's head."
"But they denied us access to their place and our right to claim the reward because…" The young man paused, trying to not let his annoyance consume him. "…'we were not proper Black Dogs'" He finished in a mocking tone.
"So, Hilda decided that the next course of action would be of course killing them," Guillermo added "which we did, but now we doomed ourselves to get our funding by looting everyone else because according to our estimated madam it was the only independent guild left, at least in the whole region of Goefu." They did manage to buy their new light armor without much issue beyond scared onlookers.
"And I am getting tired to get our clothes covered in blood after every skirmish. I go first." The lad moved to the bathroom and was followed by the imps. Hilda decided to ask something to the male elder.
"Speaking of which…Do you think our new weapons have something to do with it?"
"What makes you think that?"
"I have been in a lot of scraps and only in the most brutal ones I witnessed bloodbaths of such magnitude. And knowing the douchebags who used these things before-"
"Do you want to get rid of them?"
"Heck no! I love my new cleaver! But there is something fishy about them."
"Hey, perhaps after killing Grave tomorrow we can find a sane priest who can tell us about it."
"I am done here. Who's next?" They heard Siegfried and Hilda already went inside before Guillermo could blink.
"We will make our plans on your room! Do you mind?!" The elder had to raise his voice because of the water.
"You will enter after I let you!" It was her answer. "Then I will not mind."
"I can live with that." Muttered Guillermo, finding himself be a bit anxious for the mad quest they were going to initiate and what repercussions it would have in what little was left of his life.
"SHE WAS. RIGHT. THERE!" Chloe screamed at poor Silas.
"You lacked the strength to take down all those patrons!" Silas insisted with little success.
"SHE WAS. RIGHT. THERE!" She kept screaming at this cruel joke from Fate.
"How the hell we were supposed know she was a few steps from here?" He tried to reason with her.
"She. Was. Right. THERE!" Chloe felt like the Gods were laughing at this new chapter of the awful theatrics named 'her life'.
"Would you please calm down?! The doctor will arrive soon." Silas wanted to make her see the big picture.
"Get out of my head!" She shouted and did not notice the return of the 'owner' of this residence. Who was now looking at her with bloodied pink clothes and pointing at a dry cadaver with good pants and a shirt.
"W-w-w-what is…" Poor Ulric Catualdo could barely express what he wanted to say.
"Or I should remind you that I forgot that I died in the dungeons and now I am…roughly speaking…inside your mind?" Chloe sighed in defeat. It seemed that even the ghosts wanted to be inside her body.
"Do you know any entrances?" Hilda asked to her young ally, he did claim having knowledge of the Levantine Manor's ins and outs.
"Apart of the main door, there are some exits where the defenders could run away in case of a site."
"Which I suppose either they were never used, or Grave destroyed them before Volt arrived?" Guillermo said.
"…. That's a good point."
"Still…" Hilda said. "For a moment thought if we could steal an invitation from some poor noble sap, but it would attract too much head and pretty sure Grave will get angry some riffraff came set foot in his house."
"And I assume Volt would warn Grave to get some men because of our shenanigans from yesterday and today, so assaulting the front door is out." Guillermo added.
"We do even have a map about the damned place? I mean, we need something beyond your memories, Siegfried." The lad sighed and began to search in his backpack.
"I inform you this map it isn't in good shape, without forgetting that maybe Claudia or Grave put or demolished some parts of it." He put the map in the table, and it was a sorry mess. It dirty with burns, drinks, stains and discoloration.
"I'm going to need clean paper, ink and a plume." Hilda said. "For fuck's sake ladie, how are you supposed to kill the leader of the Holy Knights with this shit? I cannot murder someone important with an equipment of low standards"
"Is the best I got…" Mused Siegfried as he gathered the items for what he supposed would be Hilda's redraw.
"Very well then," Guillermo said. "I guess it's time to sleep, tomorrow we see the new map and march to kill Grave once for all. Hopefully then we will have a decent way of drive him to hell without him grabbing us too."
"Well, it is clearly not the weirdest situation I meet in my days on Eostia." Dr. Catualdo was now composed and speaking to Chloe and (he supposed) the spirit of Silas.
"You are lying." The undead one said through the dark elf mouth. "My 'thing' it's one of a kind in the whole realm."
"It is not, human." This time Chloe's voice was heard. "My Queen has told me about countless humans that foolishly accepted deal from wandering ghosts, who then possessed their bodies to do their own twisted desires among the mortals."
"In my defense I didn't even know I died and I did not force you to make any twisted desire of mine." If it weren't for the different voices, Ulric would believe Chloe created a second personality after all the abuse she received in the last months.
"Going in a killing spree while wearing some pink cloths and a fake horse head is not twisted for you?"
"Admit it, you enjoyed it."
"Of course, I did! The killing part, that is. The rest is just ridiculous."
"Anyway, do you mind tell us what happened in the castle?" Ulric sighed began narrating.
After arriving there and watching Volt regain his temper, he showed the essay he had been writing all week long to him along with the young mage who captured him and a man with white colored plague clothes, the three of them looked really interested in it and according to what he heard, some facts he considered common knowledge were unheard of in this realm. Then again, blood wasn't exactly a theme most sensible people would want to explore. Anyway, the mage made clear that Ulric's life was no longer in risk, but he would have to make any investigation Volt desired to be done if everyone else was not present.
"Did that mage wear glasses and robes?" Chloe asked.
"Yes."
"That bastard of Kin…"
"Is he a friend of Volt?"
"His right hand and apart of Volt himself the only one with brains." She said. "He is the one who bypassed the curse that protected our castle."
"Well, it seems it will be difficult t-"
"Would you kindly get out of my house?!" Interrupted an exasperated Ulric. "I did not spend all the week to save my life, only to get ruined by a ghost and a slave who appeared out of nowhere!"
"Then why you traveled here? We have demons as neighborhoods after all." Silas contested.
"Don't you think I am asking that all day long?"
"Well, sadly for you I need to convince my old friend to let me live where he is residing now, which just happens to be administrated by demons for some bloody reason…"
"That old grump human is your friend?"
"Yes…pretty sure he thinks I am dead already…technically he is correct but-"
"What does it take to accept you there?" Ulric Interrupted. "Maybe you can pose as the woman here an-"
"And let those imps molest me again?!" An offended Chloe interrupted the doctor. "They may not like Volt, but their treachery knows no bounds outside their own survival."
"There…is…something…to speed your departure…"
"…Do you have a map of the Levantine Manor?"
"…I guess so…let me search…"
"Okaaay…how that will help us?"
"We heard they want to kill Grave Levantine, I do not why but knowing good ol' Guillermo the former did something so awful it made the latter move his arse to do something about it."
"Here it is." The doctor arrived with a map of the estate, which was in good state apart of the bit of dust collected in it. "If what I am reading is correct, it is a draw of the manor from one year ago…Whatever you want to do with it, I will not be part of it!"
"Relax, if anyone ask we will say we found it between the rubble of a fallen castle."
Once the poor Doctor went out of the room, Chloe and Silas paid attention to every single line, draw and letter of map.
"Well, the Levantine knew how turn their residence into a mighty fort of its own." Chloe conceded.
"And it fell easily because Grave knows every single place from it…fucking horndog." Silas said.
"After you and your 'friend' manages kill that old bastard, you will help me to free Lady Origa."
"After I manage to convince them that it is not a stupid idea. People were hoping for her death."
"And instead you got…this!"
"You too, by the way."
"Do you think your 'friend' won't try to kill us if he finds our situation?"
"Do not worry, I will tell you how I will handle this, first I'm going to claim…." And so, Silas explained to Chloe what they were going to do in the next days to assure their survival in this world gone madder than usual. Chloe hated some of the starting details but accepted them at the lack of better alternatives. What mattered at the end was that they needed the aid of the trio next door if they wanted to have any hope to survive the new Eostia and if they had to help their foolish quest to kill Grave Levantine, so be it.
It did help that Chloe wanted to kill the bastards that defiled her and Origa and this was one hell of start.
"You will get a new corpse to possess before the end of tomorrow."
"We will see, I would prefer some handsome youngling who is not one of the lunatics who rule now…that maaaay take a while to find."
"Why?"
"I may be new in this whole 'possessing someone else' business, but I know the possessed must have a very weak will and let's face, your self-esteem is so low it could be used to see if this land is flat or round."
"That you are living in my head is just make this worse."
"Worry not, because tomorrow is another day, but for Grave it will the last. Either them or we will make sure of it."
"Better it be that way." Chloe muttered before going to bed. "Just don't use my body for your amusement."
"Hey, part of our deal was only night possessions in case of marauders or intrud-" But before Silas finished Chloe already was sleeping in the bed.
"I will miss sleeping from now."
Many tales of old were written not only to narrate what happened in the past and ensure its immortality, but also to teach the young important lessons in behavior, some of them were 'serve your kin' 'Family is everything' and 'Father knows best'.
Klaus Curtis Levantine now had nothing but contempt for the stories now.
If his life could be described in one word, it would be Disappointment. Since he was a child he knew dear old Grave was embarrassed of him. He was never a fighter, preferring the library than the training grounds, which would not be so bad if it was a sign of a future mage, but the wizard who visited them declared he would make a better contribution to his College by committing suicide than teaching Klaus, which then he did by setting himself on fire.
Then Grave decided to put his parental skills to someone who did have a better chance to not die horribly fighting a wild rat and just happened to be a new knight in training named Claudia. At first relationships between her in Klaus were frosty; it was obvious that she was the daughter his father never had: strong, talented and already making a name for herself in the ranks of Eostia; so, to the surprise of no one Grave made her his official pupil, teaching everything he learned across all his years of fighting the monsters from Garan. Despite his meek nature, Klaus made obvious his jealousy to her in their teen years and Claudia returned with the typical disdain/pity some warriors had with those weaker.
It began to change once Claudia became a proper knight, both 'sons' of Grave Levantine were escorting a noble when some dark elves assassins ambushed the carriage, Claudia was fighting them while Klaus was hidden inside with the noble frozen in fear; then he saw that one of the assassins was ready to backstab Claudia and in an odd show of courage he got out and smacked the assassin's face with the book he brought to the journey, giving Claudia enough time to turn back and stab the elf in the gut. Claudia was not proud of that misstep, but a respect for her 'brother' was starting to grow.
Days later, Claudia was assigned to lead a party fellow knights to strike a band of marauders, so she went to the library of the Levantine manor to study possible strategies and of course she found Klaus there. After some guiding, both read every book and paper about strategy in minor skirmishes while talking of what happened to them since the ambush; Claudia got reprimanded by her almost demise while Klaus felt his relationship with his old man improving a bit; then Klaus pointed out a minor but fatal mistake in one particular battle neither Claudia or the author of the book noticed, which followed with an entire night with Claudia challenging him with finding any hidden screw ups different tacticians of old committed and how they would had fixed it.
Despite Klaus claiming later that he was not made to be a military genius, his advises were vital to take down the bandits without casualties beyond some stress vomit from one her knights, which led them to go together more often, mainly for discuss about the military history of Eostia, which moved to Claudia asking for the different books Klaus read while he asked her of all the wonder she saw in her tasks. Grave noticed their growing closeness and he encouraged it, if only because he knew there was not better woman to bear the next generation of the Levantine blood than her. It concluded with the annual ball in the Levantine manor, where a pompous noble made a too obvious snide comment at Klaus' expense was responded with Claudia challenge him to a duel right now in the Dancing Hall and before the noble could answer Klaus remarked the poor conduct of the noble, reminded him that Klaus himself was one of the hosts of the ball the noble was invited and then gave the order to the guards to send the pompous bastard to the dungeons until the next morning. Once the insolent fool left the hall, Klaus asked Claudia the reason of her outburst; she admitted she also felt insulted by the snide comment because of the help both Grave and Klaus granted to her across the years, the Patriarch Levantine for teaching everything about being a Holy Knight and the son being a worthy companion and friend despite his lack of martial skill; then Klaus admitted his feeling of jealousy during their teens, only to enjoy her company once both grew up, finishing by kneeling before Claudia and proposed to her. She accepted immediately.
Rumors of the incident were spread like wildfire, not helped that ball was special because Grave used it to congratulate Claudia for being assigned as Celestine's new bodyguard, so anyone important in Eostia knew of the proposal, and the wedding was celebrated a few weeks later making the second most important event of the year, because the first one was another attempt of the Dark Queen of Garan to conquer the southern kingdoms that started with the arrival of cursed mercenary woman who failed to kill the dreaded Origa Discordia and ended with thousands of dead beings of all kinds and people of both kinds sold to slavery. After the hectic months of battle, Claudia and Klaus finally managed to get some time alone to consummate their marriage in a more carnal matter.
Sadly, both discovered that Klaus was impotent.
They tried to keep it a secret, such thing might ruin their reputations, but eventually Grave Levantine found out and while he was kind enough to not spread the word while teaching them some tricks about the 'games' of the aristocracy, it made the next years awkward for them. There would not be a month without Grave coming from solutions against the sleeping loins; be ancient 'miracles' from the holiest temples, to drinks from the bandits and mercenaries of Ansur, exquisite plants from the Far East, popular aphrodisiacs from the demon plagued lands of Garan and even some potion that came from some hag's arse. It was followed by having to copulate during a week while Grave was watching them to see if the stuff finally worked, only to the next week seeing Grave wasted in red wine (the worst kind of wasted) because once again the cure was proved as a fluke, normally followed by a party of Holy Knights purging the sorry sods who conned the House Levantine.
Eventually, the Patriarch just gave up, excusing himself by the mourning of his former friends of the House Ironshield, who died in a blazing inferno for his sins against every living thing; following by dedicating his days into training the next generation of knights from the various houses of Eostia. Despite the sour mood of his departure, Klaus' and Claudia's relationship somehow got stronger, there was better things to worry about that sex, right? Yet things got a turn for the worse once the betrayal of the Kuroinu was known to the world. It was barely believable how many men were lustful enough to turn their sides in this new war. Claudia spent too much time trying to get rid of the traitors that she failed to notice that her own father-in-law was one of the heads of the conspiracy.
This revelation drove both Claudia and Klaus and despair, made worse by Grave reasoning his madness by his desire of an heir that would bring honor to the Levantine name, proceeding by defiling Claudia in front of Klaus no less to 'teach him how to properly pleasure a woman'.
It's been days since the fall of Eostia as he knew, rotting his days in the same cell where the Claudia he knew was killed by her own mentor. Klaus did not know why that vermin who called itself father did not killed him yet. It was for torture? Eventual brainwashing? Or some public humiliation considering good old Grave was preparing for annual Levantine ball? These thoughts were interrupted by screams and shouts coming of the other cells informally announcing the dinner.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTHS!" An angered fat guard came with big bowl with some dirty plates. "Be thankful the Patriarch himself actually bothers with granting you the rests from the feasts of above. You don't want to know what is the lunch of the jailed in the other places." The things put in the plates were disgusting, but most of the inmates were too desperate or jaded to give a damn…all but one.
"What is this? I've seen hobos with better nourishment than this!" The cell in the front of Klaus had a hooded dark-skinned man who was already raising his middle finger at the guard.
"That is the price of siding with the losers, brownie." The Black Dog responded with mockery.
"At least I risked my life for something meaningful. And judging by your gut, you didn't even use your own arse to get some tits for your own!" The guard glared and put his face behind the bars.
"I do not have time to bother with the complains of yours, so be a good boy for once and eat your food!" The dark-skinned prisoner put some food at his mouth under the watch of the guard, but suddenly he spat it in the face of the latter, angering him enough to grab his keys to teach the insolent fool some close and personal lessons about respect, only to get kicked in the groin and then headbutted into unconsciousness by the prisoner.
"Men of Eostia! Fellow prisoners! I will be honest with you, we are living in the most shameful moment of our history!" The man with dark skin got out and started to preach to the other prisoners. "The Kuro Inu confused our frustration at the corruption of our nobles and inefficiency of the Seven Shield Alliance in dealing in this war with horniness, so now we are rotting here while the scum who was smart enough to side with the horndogs are raping our mothers, wives, sisters and daughters." Some mocking laughs were heard from above, putting emphasis in the prisoner words.
"Grave Levantine himself, one of the greatest heroes of our land turned out to be nothing but a craven consumed by lust; and now he houses the vermin who survived this war, spitting on the oaths he family made eons ago! We don't have gods to pray; they either abandoned us or like in Laurentia's case, fucked senseless like everyone else!" The man put down his hood, revealing a face with large air red as blood and full of disgust. "As you know, in the ball of tomorrow Volt and the Patriarch will use us as example of the fate that await those who have some decency in this world! But what he does not know is that we have an ace under our sleeve!" The red head pulled out a small bottle of a potion of red color. Many asked what it was. "This drink will grant us the strength to put down the madmen from above when they less expect it; only one drop in this excuse they call food will make you strong as the demon themselves!" Some doubt was seeding in the minds of the imprisoners. "It is also great condiment, so it will b your first good meal in weeks." Everyone accepted.
As all the inmates were now ravaging their foods, the brown man went to Klaus' cell, who pretty much ignored everything, even the food.
"I suppose the own son of Grave might have some good reasons to tear a new one to his old man for the treason committed right here." The alluded gave no response. "I know what happened here; don't you want break free, kill that vermin of your progenitor and rescue your wi-"
"Claudia is gone…" Klaus interrupted what the red-haired man said. "…the Black Dogs killed her."
"My sincere condolences. Still, that does not change the fact the monsters responsible are still causing suffering to many couples. Will you let that happen?"
"She was the only person who gave me light, now I am less than nothing."
"And do you think she would accept you dying here like nothing? No!"
"You don't know her!" Klaus stood up with anger in his tone. "Grave's betrayal broke her, he was the father she never had. Do you think anyone could recover from that?!"
"Yes, I know many who could. Their progenitors did not grant them the love to raise them, so they took it on their own, growing stronger for it!" The brown man got closer. "The anger you are feeling right now is what helped them. Your body may be weak now, but if you accept my help, you will use that anger to avenge your family's name, your goddess and especially your own wife of the wrongs done to them! You do have the spine to bring justice of these blasphemers?"
Klaus thought of this situation, it was clear the sway of that man was not natural, but images of Grave's insults, the mockery of his fellows of the noble houses and his wife being driven to madness by the defilement caused by his own father reignited a wrath hiding in him since his teen years. He put a step in from of the brown man and made his decision.
"I will join you…just let me kill Grave with my own hands." The now leader of the rebel inmates stood for a moment, then he laughed in cheer.
"Awesome, now I will put this," The redhead put the last drop in Klaus' food. "and you will eat that. Worry not, it will be the last time before you get real food." The disgraced son began to eat the rests in his plate, which oddly enough this time was addictive and it took a few minutes to finish it all. Before he could ask what happened, the brown man was speaking to everyone else in the dungeon.
"Good news lads, Klaus Levantine will join us in our revenge against the Levantine House! Tomorrow the Black Dogs will put us in a humiliating display to destroy our will further, but by then this potion I gifted you will surge effect and by my sign," He gave a bite to the air. "you will break your chains and slaughter all the attendants of the ball. But we must spare the higher bastards, because I have a more hot and fitting punishment from them." Everyone cheered at the implications of their leader. "But now we wait, we must keep our energy to tomorrow, because tomorrow is when our vengeance begins!" One last chorus of cheers exploded, followed by swearing at the responsible of their miseries.
"FUCK YOU VOLT! FUCK YOU GRAVE! FUCK ALL OF YOU!"
The redhead brown man returned to his cell, grinning at the success of his first steps; it did not matter when the guards found the knocked-out guardian, they were condemned anyway; but tomorrow will a be new day.
Tomorrow, Grave Levantine will die like the vermin he always was.
Tomorrow, the Manor Levantine will be demolished under the might of furious eostians.
Tomorrow, Ken will burn.
And that's it for now, Read and Review please.