Chapter 158: Slaughter In The Alley
"Look at all this mess…" April whispered before sighing as she entered the dark, back alley where September was ambushed by so many of these devilish imps.
The bodies of the fifty devils were still here, on the dirty ground of the alley. Covering it. Their bodies had been left here, and no one was ever going to retrieve them now. It was over for them. Their souls had most likely been completely drained by September and her huge tits. This was the conclusion April came up with as she investigated the alley and didn't find many clues as to what happened here. Junk didn't find anything either. Although, he wasn't investigating the place anywhere as much as the elf was.
"This is so fucked up. Are they all sleeping?" Junk asked.
"I don't believe they are sleeping, Junk…" she replied to him.
"What are they doing, then?" the innocent Minotaur asked.
"They are not doing well, and they are not rested. I can tell you that much," April attempted to explain to him as she walked over a couple of the bodies on the ground.
There was fog, building up and coming up a little around them. Building from the ground up and becoming bigger and denser. Making it that much harder for the both of them to investigate the place and to look for clues. April still had quite a bit of Junk's leftover semen, dripping down her face, sliding down her cheeks.
There was some of it that was still in her hair. It was obvious that she had done something to clean herself up, probably scraped some cum on her face and pulled all she could inside of her mouth, so she could consume it. Something she simply adored doing. Junk's semen was quite a delicious treat to her. And while she had done something to scrape the cum off of her face, she had a poor and sloppy job at it. She was still dripping in his load.
Which was quite honestly something that the beast didn't mind at all. It was pretty interesting for him to see her that way.
"Are they dead?" the Minotaur asked her, honestly thinking this could be something real. The imps all looked dead to be fair. They were unconscious. They were not moving. And upon closer inspection, Junk could even tell that they were not breathing.
"Close," April simply responded to him, not saying much else as she was too busy to check on the heartbeat of one of the imps surrounding them. She checked on a couple of them, actually.
"Close? What is that supposed to mean, April?" he asked.
"They are dead. But they are not dead," she explained to him.
"Once again: What is that supposed to mean?" he asked.
"They still have bodies. But their souls are gone. She took them. The witch ate tonight. She actually had an appetite big enough to collect all of their souls and devour them. Typically, she could eat one soul or two a night, but this is insane. Absolutely insane. She is overdoing it. She is over-stocking her breasts. This is not good," the wood elf explained to the Minotaur as she concluded that none of these imps still had a soul left in their body. They were empty. Unfortunately for them, if their souls weren't placed back inside of their bodies, it would all be over and done for them. The connection between their body and soul would be broken. Forever. But, April felt bad for them. A tiny bit. She also knew and understood that those were their enemies and that they tried attacking September. Meanwhile, Junk didn't give a shit about them. He really didn't. Nor should he be giving a damn about them. What happened, happened.
"September was about to collect and eat that many souls?"
"Looks like it," April continued investigating the back alley.
"Whatever. I remember she separated herself from us because she hoped to retrieve the other cauldron shard faster. She said she was able to get it done by herself. I have no idea where she is right now. Do you think she managed to loot the cauldron shard? Do you see it anywhere?" the demon asked her as he searched as well.
"I don't. But I have the feeling that she didn't get it because otherwise, she would have come to us with it in her possession. I have a feeling that she is somehow still after it. Um… I see footsteps going into the direction," April pointed at a passage in the dark and foggy back alley. "Let's assume that she went after one of the surviving members of this army of imps… Perhaps she is still chasing after him. Perhaps she needs our help to get the job done after all," she theorized as she slowly walked through the fog and went into the direction she was pointing at. Being cautious. Taking her time to move as stealthily as possible.
"Why, we shouldn't wait any longer then!" he shouted.
***
Somewhere else in the city of Brightshadow, the red imp was, as theorized by April, still running. He was still being chased by September Autumn, the former Witch Queen.
He was running as fast as she could. The dark shadows of the night kept surrounding him as he escalated the side of a building and went up on a rooftop. He was desperate to run away from her. Deeply desperate to lose her. This imp was a relatively smart one. He wasn't stupid. Yet, he chose to escalate on the side of a building in Brightshadow and to hide on a rooftop. As if September couldn't fly using her broomstick. The red imp was panting as the Autumn witch rose into the dark, floating in the air, riding her flying broomstick. The imp had forgotten about witches typically using flying broomsticks. He was shocked when he saw her again, still after her after running away from her all this time. He was also surprised to witness the various changes that had been happening to her and her body. Her breasts had visibly gotten much larger since earlier, since she collected and ate the poor souls of his little friends, using her nipples as mouths.
"You… Again…"
"Where do you think you are going like that?"