{Bandits}
Reath made his way to the hot box Bryx had him build.
He hollowed out a space in the ground, transmuted the surface of the walls into metal, and with tubes leading out of it that led to a newly built smokeless furnace.
They constantly threw fuel in there to keep up the heat.
This is one of the worst tortures one could put a frost elf through, designed for the cold as they are.
If the bandits didn't come and dump cold water on her every other hour, she'd have all ready died.
But even that wasn't the worse thing they had been putting her through.
He entered the hot box, Meaja was in the corner shivering and biting at her nails.
Vomit covered the ground.
She's crying, self-inflicted scratches cover her body, dark circles under her eyes belied her lack of sleep, and her eyes were constantly flitting back and forth seeing things that are not really there.
Turns out she did the one thing a drug smuggler should never do, she dipped into her own supply.
She's hopelessly addicted to syren, and can't fathom living without it.
He tossed the bucket of water he was carrying on her, cooling her down, and getting her attention.
Her lethargicness was quickly replaced, with a frantic scramble over to him.
"Please, I need a hit! Please, please!"
She was clawing at him.
"I can suck your dick! You humans like that, right? For us superior elves to degrade ourselves for your pleasure!
I will eat your ass out for a hit!"
He pushed her off of him.
"I don't need drugs to bed a woman! For you to even insinuate that, is insulting!"
She shook her head repeatedly.
"I'd never insult you... um... master! I... I... I want to fuck you! Just one tiny pinch, and you can fuck me anywhere you want.
I've been a good girl, JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!!!"
She started hitting him with her fists.
"You know what she wants."
She fell back onto her ass, and crawled away from him.
"No, I can't tell you that!"
She held her head in her hands, shaking her head back and forth.
"Come on, you look like a regurgitated piece of shit! Just tell her what she wants to hear!"
For the first time since he walked in, she looked him dead in the eye.
"Never! That would be the highest betrayal! I ain't no traitor!"
"Fuck it!"
He went back to the door, but stopped, turned around, and threw a tiny pouch on the ground.
Meaja ran to it and ripped it open, the syren fell onto the dirty ground.
Without hesitation she licked the ground, not caring about the dirt.
Reath normally never regretted what he had to do, but feeding this trash to her was one of those that he did regret.
Not that he had a choice in the matter; one taste of syren and you were addicted for life. He heard rumors of certain healers capable of treating this disease, but that's all it was - rumors meant to give baseless hope to the bereaved families of those addicted.
If he didn't feed her habit, she'd kill herself in desperation.
This is how Bryx choose to torture her, hold off as long as possible before feeding her the poison.
Few things are worse then syren withdrawal, and on the other hand few things are better than syren addiction.
It is said syren is a thousand times more potent than its namesake's song.
It's heaven and hell in powdered form.
All living beings would have been better off if the bitch who made it, were never born.
Meaja was laid back, content with everything.
Her eyes glazed over, and her body completely relaxed.
The amount he gave her would only give her a couple of hours of this bliss.
He left her like that.
He passed rooms he had to make to store the excess hauls they've been making these past few months.
He made his way to Bryx's room.
She is sitting down staring at her map again.
She had a look he knew all too well.
"We've robbed plenty of people, shouldn't you rest now?"
"Did she talk?"
She asked without looking at him.
"No, nothing new. Can't we pull her out of there?"
"Why? She still hasn't broken!"
She raged, raising her voice.
"She's told us everything about FART she knows! Their shipping routes, hideouts, people they've bribed, their doomsday plan, and even their storehouses! All of this has made us more coin than that bitch would ever expect! The only thing she hasn't said...."
Bryx banged the table.
"Is the most important thing!"
"Look, I've bedded dozens, if not hundreds, of elves, and they all have one thing in common. They will never say another elf race is better than their own. If we leave her down there like that, she will die."
"Why do you even care? Are you fucking her?!"
"Please, she's a six at best, at my worst I've done better. No, it's because of how pathetic she looks right now; I'm a cold hearted bastard, and even I feel for her.
Either put her out of her misery, or let her go.
Either way ends with her death anyway, she snitched, as soon as they catch her, she's dead."
"My honor is at stake here!"
"What honor?! You're a bandit!"
"My honor as a proud member of the dark elves! The greatest race ever!"
"Wasn't most of the dark elves sold into slavery after being conquered?"
"Only around two thirds of the race were enslaved! The rest strategically retreated into owned dungeons!"
"So, they ran away like bitches."
"No, they decided to regather their strength!"
"They left the rest as slaves, including you."
"It was necessary, for the comeback!"
"And when's that gonna be? You know it's complete bullshit how you elves will defend your race no matter what they do, right?"
She snarled at him, and he raised his hands up.
"Look, I'm just trying to solve the problem you're gonna have. I might not want to get my dick wet with her, but ninety percent of the guys - and some of the girls - do. The only reason they haven't taken the stored syren and traded it for some pink is because they're terrified of Arn, but horny stupidity will eventually win out - it always does."
"Then, what can I do?!"
"Just say dark elves are so great that you can just let your enemies go."
"Because we're so much stronger than them, that they aren't even a threat! Good thinking."
He rolled his eyes.
She stood up, revealing the problem that made him try to escape again a couple of months ago.
He didn't even stop for a hooker, but they still caught him.
At three months, the bump on her belly was undeniable, and it was his!
He is most definitely not suited to being a parent, the only sound advice he could give was to not bang any half-elves or humans from certain areas between three and eighteen years older than it because they were probably its half siblings.
He was prolific, and was not picky; two things that should never go together.
"I was told there is going to be an exchange of slaves and weapons near Tillmith mine. I need you to make another pit trap here."
"Another raid?! Should you even be raiding in your... condition?"
"Condition? I'm preggers, not sick."
He didn't care about her condition, he just didn't want to tempt fate anymore than they have been recently.
"Why do we even need to go? Who're we going to sell slaves to?"
"My contact, he's been buying everything he's told us about. At great rates too!"
"Something seems fishy about that."
"Oh, gods! You're such a coward!"
"It's called survival, and no, this time I'm really worried about why this guy's doing this. What's he got to gain?"
She shrugged.
"I don't know, and I don't give two shits. We're making money, and lots of it! Money we'll be needing for mommy's little bandit!"
She started rubbing her belly.
"Ugh! Don't remind me."
She glared at him.
"You don't sound happy, we talked about this!"
"You can't force someone to be happy at the prospect of raising a leech who only takes your time, money, and joy."
"Do I need to send Arn back to your room?"
He could still feel all of the broken bones, even though they were long since healed.
"What I meant to say is, yay! Fatherhood!"
He bemoaned inwardly at his lot in life.
In his opinion he did absolutely nothing to deserve this.
Some would argue that tricking those dumb sluts, and abandoning his brood of bastards was wrong, but was it really?
He taught those harlots the responsibility of motherhood, and as for the bastards, he gave them life itself!
Without him they wouldn't exist, and life is punishing him for that great deed.
Whamp!
Bryx whamped him in both ears simultaneously.
"Ow! Why'd you do that?!"
"I was talking, and you were ignoring me! When our son is born, you'll have to set a better example."
"Son? You're only three months along! There's no way to tell what it's going to be!"
"Mothers know these things, he's going to be a strong warrior."
She went back to the map.
"Now, as I was saying, Tillmith mine at the crack of dawn tomorrow."
"Fine, well, I should be off to bed then, early to rise and all."
He started to back out quickly.
"Where do you think you are going?"
She went and jumped onto her bed, and spread her legs.
"This mommy needs to get off."
"Are you fucking kidding me! This would be the fifth time today!"
"So?"
"So, you're going to break my dick!"
"Dicks can't break."
"Well, mine can! No means no!"
"Fine, as the father of my son I guess I should let you decide."
"Wait, for real?"
He couldn't believe his good luck, he'd finally get to sleep!
"Yeah, you can choose to stay with me, or spend the night as Arn's punching dummy."
"That's coercion!"
"Am I supposed to know what that means?"
"It means that if I don't do what you say, you'll hurt me!"
She laughed.
"No, I won't. Arn will."
He looked down in defeat.
"My poor balls, I'm so sorry."
"Stop making jokes, and get to work!"
He knelt before her.
"Make sure to take your time down there this time, no rushing!"
.............
{Demons}
Pow!
Crack!
Boom!
I was out in the woods practicing with a weapon we got from that cache the whore told me about.
It is a mace with an electric enchantment.
Each swing sends an arch of lighting out, zapping any unfortunate thing in its path.
I'm definitely keeping this one!
My army has plenty more where this came from.
I don't know why this was placed here, but it's proof the dark lords are looking out for me. I can't lose!
The underwater cave was hundred-feet long, thirty-feet wide, and twenty-feet high.
And it is filled with crates of enchanted weapons; bows, crossbows, javelins, spears, halberds, daggers, swords, axes, maces, and more!
I decided this would be the perfect spot to store my more powerful demons.
I had my slaves dig a tunnel up out of it, as to not have to swim down every time I needed to get in there.
The land entrance was covered in detritus on a wooden door to prevent any from the air spotting it - not that anyone was seeing anything right now, the only light comes from the full moon - the only way to find it is for a sap to see it while walking through the forest proper, and that's not going to happen.
Not only is both Nola and Noah out there, but as soon as I hit a hundred lesser demons I sent them to prowl the forest.
Any fool who dared step into this forest at night deserved the death that greeted them.
"Mistress."
Amisra came up out of the tunnel, and knelt before me.
"It is almost time."
Almost time indeed.
My last two attempts to summon a high demon ended in failure, but this time I'd snag another one!
"Come along."
I stored my new mace, and went into the tunnel.
I swiftly made my way to the cave.
The main cavern is being widened daily by my slaves, soon it will be large enough to hold the entirety of my army!
I can't believe that the humans didn't expand the cave before.
There were only a couple dozen cave-ins so far, and only some ugly slaves died.
The rebuilt altar was something!
Instead of stone, I made it of human bone.
Vertically standing six feet, with words from the ole tongue carved into it.
And now that I got a constant stream of victims all of the blood and other viscera are all human.
The sacrifices are also human - most of them anyway, only the best to entice the dark lords to rise.
The host being used this time is a Noxian.
A big one at that.
Those broad shoulders, deep brown eyes, muscular chest and abs, narrow waist, firm arms, that ass, and he would put many a man to shame with that third leg.
I wonder if I should postpone the ritual until the next full moon, to give me ample time to play with his body.
No!
I already have enough playthings, I need another high ranked demon.
Preferably another one in the peerage.
As the chanting began, I sent a small prayer to my master for this to work.
The cave started to shake, hopefully meaning I caught a big one!
A boulder fell from the top of the cave, and crushed a hybrid.
Damn! She was one of the good looking ones.
I turned my full attention back onto chanting.
The air temperature was starting to drop.
Not as frigid as when Gargolose was summoned, but chilly nonetheless.
The altar began to shake.
A foul stench filled the air.
Filthy water rose from the ground, seeping through the cracks formed from the quakes.
The water looked diseased, like a thousand years of refuse and shit was thrown in it (think Cuyahoga River) bad.
The water started coalescing, forming a blob, then a creature.
A creature with the lower body of a centipede, but its legs were hundreds of frog legs complete with the webbed feet.
Its upper body was that of a sea serpent, with shark mouths traveling up its length.
And, finally, its head was a jellyfish with hundreds of floating eyeballs inside.
It forced its way into the host, crushing him painfully slow.
As if he was at the bottom of the ocean.
Fortunately the slave didn't scream in agony as he was crushed, and then reformed.
He stood up, reborn.
His skin was the same color as his watery form, his feet and hands were webbed, and he kept his jellyfish head with the eyes.
"Warken!"
One of my lesser demons screamed out, I noticed she was my first demon I summoned.
I can't believe she's still alive.
"Yes, it I! The great Baron Warken! Ruler of the Dreadpyre!"
His voice sounds really high and squeaky, like drive someone to homicide levels of irritation.
I bowed.
"Oh, great baron Warken, I'm glad you've joined us in this..."
"Where is he?!"
"Whom my lord?"
"The Great Duke Gargolose The Dread! I've been trying to get summoned to this plane of existence ever since my master disappeared!"
"Wait, you've been trying to be summoned?! But I've been trying to summon a high demon like you for months!"
"Tsk. I'm a fucking Baron! In times long since past rulers of nations sacrificed hundreds of nobles just to summon me for a second of my time, and you think paltry slaves and beasts are good enough?!"
Shit.
"I surely meant no offense, my Lord."
"It is of no concern at the moment, tell me where my master is!"
"I summoned him as well, and he decided to pledge himself under my leadership. He's away at the moment."
"YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT?"
The entire cavern shook has he raged.
He took a step towards me, but Amisra cut him off before he could say anything else.
"It's true! My mistress wouldn't lie about that! You tiny limp dicked son of a fucking pig!"
The ground shook from him releasing some of his might.
Is she trying to get me killed?! Maybe I can barter my life in exchange for everyone else here.
"Deanoma? You would bend a knee to this worm? I can't say I'm that surprised, you did serve Asmotidius."
Amisra stiffened in anger.
"I am not Deanoma, I'm Amisra! Slave of the Great Desirae soon to be conqueror of Saeria!"
I really need a tighter leash for my slaves!
"You can't lie to me! I'm higher ranked than you, I can see your true form.
Why you would try to fool me, I couldn't fathom an answer.
Nor do understand why you're en... Wait! Your energy is erratic! You're trying to escape!"
He took a step back.
"I told you, I'm Amisra!"
He looked at me.
"You trapped a demon knight?!"
"No, it was..."
"Yes, I did."
I said before Amisra could ruin this chance.
Opportunities are meant to be grabbed by the horns.
Besides, I wasn't even lying, I own Darisyn so I did technically do it.
"D... di... did you entrap The Great Duke Gargolose The Dread as well?!"
His fear was basically visible at this point.
"No, we came to an agreement. He swore an oath of fealty, and I let him keep his free will - some of the time. Now, the question at hand is what you're going to..."
He dropped to his knees before I could finish.
"I =.=.=.=.=.=.=.= pledge my undying loyalty to you. Please, spare me!"
This is going better than I could have ever hoped it would!
I could force this fool to promote me to a high demon!
No, that would be stupid, he's only a baron.
He would only be able to promote me to something below the peerage, it would be better to wait for Darisyn to get back.
I can't wait!
Everything's going my way.
My army is coming along nicely, I have a second demon underling who's in the peerage, and to top it off the whore's ability is great!
I can use any skill or ability of the victims I consume, and raise them from the dead to do my bidding!
The only downside is that I need a fresh corpse to put them into, but corpses aren't exactly hard to come by, plenty of children walking around.
...
...
...
I thought that'd have gotten a reaction out of her.
It's been weeks since she's spoken to me.
Not that I care about her, but without someone to lord over, my absolute victory is starting to feel hollow.
When she finally understood my innate superiority, did she lose hope and fade away?
I tried to tell one of my slaves to go and kill her daughter, but I got the familiar warning of gut wrenching pain when I tried to break a contract.
That means she's still kicking because the contract would've been voided if she died.
Did she finally get stuck in there? Should I help her out?
No!
Why am I even thinking like that?! She's my host, nothing more!
Why do I keep thinking irrelevant things?!
I looked over at Amisra.
"Tell your tubby bastard of a husband in Slogmire that I want my weekly shipment of slaves doubled!"
I might not have a complete army of lesser demons by the time Darisyn returns, but I'll have tons of hybrids to act as cannon fodder.
"At once mistress!"
"Warken."
"Yes?"
I glared at him.
"I mean, yes, mistress?!"
He'll do nicely.
"My other slaves will orient you with my goals, then you'll start turning as many hybrids into lesser demons as you can."
"But I can only make two every other couple of weeks."
"You think I don't know that already? You're only a baron! Gargolose was at least a duke, you're just barely of use to me."
He prostrated himself before me.
"Please, forgive me! I can be better!"
"You better, or I'll see if your host will do a better job."
His fear was tangible, and what a rush it was!
There's almost no better feeling than to dominate someone else - especially if they're stronger than you.
It's almost better than sex.
I turned to leave, and pointed at a female and male hybrid.
"Both of you, follow me."
I said almost better than sex.