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Eviar Unaxx, Son of Gods, Bearer of the Seal and General in Perpetuate sat at top his throne placed in the middle of his tent. He loved to sit there and just listen, the sounds of the weak and captured keening and wailing in pain soothed his worries and salved his pains. The dark power that pulsed from the walls around the tent was intoxicating and addictive and he could sit and absorb the power for hour after hour. To those looking in from the outside, Unaxx lived in the very pit of hell, darkness permeated every square centimetre of the space. His beloved throne made up of the skeletons and remains of those that dared to stand against him. Rotting skulls lined the top of the back rest, held there by the darkest of magic's. He loved to come face to face with them, and watch as the still living heads tried to scream and yell, eyes wide open and seeing everything that transpired under the dark blood red canvas. He laughed and stroked the skulls, often talking to them and promising immediate release from their nightmare, but always laughing and denying that promised relief.
Lining the outer perimeter of the tent were golden cages that contained the latest victims of Unaxx's demented pleasures. Each prisoner was kept standing, razor sharp pointed rods ensured that, some lost the will and thrust their bodies on to the points to try and find escape. But it only deepened their misery as the enchantments on the cages would heal their wounds, but keep the pain. Each of the cages was ruled by one of two spells, one would bestow constant torture and pain, the other constant arousal and pleasure. None would know what they faced from one moment to the next. Some would be constantly impaled by the rods, allowing their blood to flow down onto the dirt floor of the tent, others would be aroused and sent into the ecstasy of orgasm repeatedly for hours on end. The enchantments not allowing their minds to snap and escape the torture, only sharpen the awareness of the suffering they faced.
The most heinous and truly evil part of the torture was the way the enchantments manipulated the victim to believe that their loved ones stood before them, laughing and belittling them as they suffered. That was when the screams and desperate pleas to be released from this hell would be at their loudest. Unaxx became so aroused by that he would summon his harem and torture and degrade the women for hours. He was truly a soul born of the depths of hell. None could match his sick desires and behaviours. Unaxx always felt that simple torture such as rape and dismemberment was so boring and a waste of time that he had a group of Wizards whose only task was to dream up more creative and horrifying ways to torture his captives. Just a short time alone with his victims was enough to lift his spirits and put him in the most generous of moods. None would dare to interrupt his time alone and would wait outside the tent until summoned by him. Only this morning his mind was elsewhere, those thrice damned infidels would not capitulate and continued to fight his Holy army tooth and nail. As he sat upon his throne, always facing the setting sun, he reaffirmed his commitment to defeat these dogs and force them to bow down before his magnificence, even if there was only one left, they would bow.
He rose and walked around his throne, completely enamoured by its magnificence and beauty, stroking the skulls as he passed. He paid particular attention to the skulls of Mages that had tried to in filtrate his camp, their jaw bones opening and closing like a child's puppet. It always made him laugh. But it was time for him to attend to the affairs of his armies, he lowered himself back onto the cushions and flicked his hand through the air. A loud crash of bells announced to his attendants that he was ready to hear the affairs in need of attention. As always the first through the flap was his harem, all naked and all visions of Goddesses that would tempt the most pious of men. Each scuttled forward to surround the throne and each more desperate than the others to be touched by him. It lifted his spirits again and looked upon them with an evil desire, but that could wait for his audience to be concluded.
Following them were his Generals and senior advisors, each with some piddling issue that should not be in front of him, but, they would make no decisions or moves without his explicit permission. So for the next two hours he listened as the Generals complained about the lack of food or the parts for their war machines. None of it interested him in the slightest. He simply waved them off or ordered that some other minion deal with the petty problem. It was then that he noticed a new addition to his Harem, a white blonde woman that had to be a new prisoner. She was a vision of beauty with a smiling open face that caused his loins to stir uncomfortably. As the last of his petitioners finished whining and moaning he sent them from the tent and turned his attention to the new meat on his plate.
"You child," he said pointing at her. "What is your name?"
"Felicity, my Lord and Master." She responded in a low purr.
"A lovely name, are you as skilled in fellating as your name suggests."
"For you my master I will be anything you desire." She purred again.
"Come show me your skill, I have need of release." He commanded.
She fell on him like a starving crow on fresh carrion, taking his engorged member deep in her throat. Her hands caressing his balls with urgent but gentle care. As he lay back the woman's intensity increased, he head bobbing faster and faster, her hand stroking his hard member faster and faster until with a yell of release he came shooting his seed into her mouth and across her cheeks. She licked at the remains on his cock with a desperate intensity, until she tensed and fell to the floor in an intense orgasm. Her body writhing and shaking with such strength that she flopped around the floor uncontrollably. This was something Unaxx had never seen before and lent forward to watch, his own pleasure forgotten.
The woman's lithe and naked body writhing around the floor in a way that Unaxx had never seen. He was entranced by the movements and refused to take his eyes from her. His immediate thought was that if this was the normal reaction, he would have to acquire far more of these British women for his Harem and pleasure. It was then that he realised that the reaction was only increasing and not ebbing away as he thought it should, He reached out to touch the woman, but her form seemed to skitter away from his touch. Suddenly the woman rose on her hands and knees, her face a rictus of horrible pleasure, her bones began to creak and bend in unnatural ways. As he watched the bones began to break and reform into a horrid caricature of a hound. In odd places the sharpened ends of bones erupted from the formerly silken skin of the woman.
"I see you are still a prisoner of your base desires, Eviar." A voice he would recognise anywhere, boomed from the ruby lips of the formerly beautiful woman.
"Merlin." Unaxx Spat. "How dare you debase my harem with your aberrations?"
"Ah, Eviar, still so blind and so stupid. Still you will not see what is before you. A simple construct walks into your camp and into the heart of your demented world. The young lady lays asleep in her real quarters having the most wonderful dreams. None of which include the sight of your flaccid cock dripping disease onto the floor." Merlin laughed deeply at his own humour.
"I will have your torn apart by my Dog Soldiers and I will laugh as you scream in pain and cry tears of defeat. I am coming for you, you son of fat pig." Unaxx spat with venom.
"Pray tell Eviar, how would they do that? They can barely find a latrine to shit in. No, I think their time is up, and yours along with it."
Unaxx finally lost control and slammed the construct across the tent with a bolt of power strong enough to destroy any human. But the construct simply bounced off the tent post it hit and stood there smiling. A cackling laughter erupted from the mouth before going deathly silent, a strange smile drawing across the face. As Unaxx watched, the construct wobbled its head, then with a blinding flash it exploded. Unaxx threw his hand up bring a screen of magic in front of him, just as the needle sharp shards crashed into the screen. Each piece sticking out of the shield like a spear. He was horrified by the attack, desecrating his home. It was then the sounds of screams and yelling penetrated his shield, dropping it, he saw the carnage caused by the explosion. His beloved Harem were all dead, shredded to pieces by the shards of bone that ripped across the tent. Unaxx's horror was complete, there were even dead wizards that happened to be looking away and weren't fast enough to defend themselves. Even prisoners lining the wall behind Unaxx were torn apart, hanging dead, some with relieved smiles on their faces.
Unaxx screamed out in anger and horror at the sight before him, his hands clenched in tight fists, veins like steel cords in his neck and arms. The infidels would pay for the heresy, he would destroy this country down to the last germ. He would not let this crime to go unpunished, he leapt to his feet screaming.
"Attack now, I want these dogs erased from the face of the earth. Every building destroyed. I want the streets to run red with rivers of their blood. I want nothing but the bleached boned crunching under the marching boots of my armies."
The Generals and advisors that rushed into the tent at the sound of the explosion, departed at a run yelling orders to their commands. The sounds of soldiers rushing to prepare to attack crashed over the encampment. War Wizards threw up a shield to protect the army as they prepared to march on the British positions. Unaxx strode from the tent ready to go to battle, carrying his short staff and armed with two heavy calibre hand guns, he would not enter the fray, he would control the battle from his well-protected command bunker. Here he would have his personal Wizard to relay his orders and maintain a close view on the battle so he could ram home his advantage.
He could feel the vibration caused by his massive heavy tanks as they rumbled past on the way to destroy his enemies. Great steel dragons that spat fire and crushed enemies under their heavy steel tracks, he felt the confidence rise as they rumbled off into the distance. They would be enough to deal with the weak willed British, who would run in terror from the massive machines. This would be the legacy that he would leave for his beautiful young nephew, Mordred. He could see the iron will and the touch of God in the young boy, he would be an emperor that would shape the future in the name of Allah.
There was a slight buzz in the air from the great shield his Wizards were projecting to protect his soldiers from the infernal British Air Force and the highly accurate artillery fire. A small evil smile formed on his lips that caused those near him to recoil in abject fear. As it should be he thought to himself proudly. He looked across the map table where his Wizard was projecting the battle in a 3D form. Here he could see the battle in its entirety, his troops massed along a five kilometre stretch, moving forward in an irresistible march of death and destruction. It was a thing of great beauty and design, his will made flesh and bone, crushing his enemies with no quarter asked or given. It was only a matter of time.
The tiny soldiers marched onward in no discernible order or organisation, he had found that the less ordered the line the more confused his enemies became. His Berserker Dog Warriors were the most effective at this and he ordered the divisions in to the fray and watched them rush across the open ground. The enemy would be shaking in their boots at the sight of the crazed soldiers rushing at them without fear or hesitation. They were his favourite soldiers and regularly rewarded the commanders for the relentlessness of their troops. These troops were enchanted with spells that removed fear and destroyed the man's humanity. There was only the desire to destroy anything that got in their way.
As he watched he saw that there was something wrong with his favourite soldiers. The markers were disappearing off the map as quickly as they contacted the British forces.
"What is happening to the War Dog Division?" He demanded.
"They are encountering very heavy fire from heavily prepared positions, the enfilading fire is too much for them to overcome." A Wizard replied from his left.
"Send in the heavy armour, none can stand before my tanks, crush them to pulp, NOW!" He screamed.
The markers that corresponded with his tanks moved forward quickly, the tanks were unfazed by terrain and the fire from the light infantry that opposed them. Unaxx started to relax as the Tanks rushed into the gap left by his War Dogs. Enemy markers started to disappear from the map and he smiled again, this would be too easy, he thought. As he turned to look at the Wizard controlling the map, he saw that the old man was not moving at all and his eyes were wide and staring off into the distance. Something had gone very wrong, and as he watched the man's eyes and ears started leaking blood, and before a moment had passed, the old man pitched forward and landed face first in the dirt. He was very dead and the map ceased moving, he was blind to the action at the front and he could not control the divisions the way he wanted. No matter, they would fight to the very last drop of blood, he would simply have to move closer to the front lines and be more active. It did concern him deep in the back of his mind that the Enemy Wizards had struck deep into his command bunker, but it was only one Wizard, he had hundreds to call upon. With that thought he walked out of the bunker into the morning light.
Just as he moved fully out into the sunshine, the first of hundreds of massive explosions rocked his rear echelon. Over-head there were buzzing, swooping and diving war planes, some strafing his army, some dropping bombs onto the massed soldiers.
"Where are my Wizards?" He screamed to no one in particular.
"Oh Eviar have you gone and lost your Wizards, that is incredibly clumsy of you." Merlin said with a smile. He stood no more than ten metres from Unaxx with a glow of light around him.
"You, what have you done, I will have you eaten alive by pigs for this." Unaxx drew his golden sword and heaved it at Merlin with as much power as he could summon. Unfortunately for Unaxx the blade simply passed straight through the Mage and embedded in the massive oak tree that stood nearby. Merlin walked over to the tree and grasped the pommel of the sword and drew it out of the tree as though it were stuck in butter.
"Why thank you, Eviar, and here I didn't get you anything. So rude of me." Merlin looked at the sword for a moment and then it started to melt, eventually leaving nothing but a puddle of gold on the ground.
"You infidel dog.' Unaxx spat.
"You think I fear you in any way Unaxx? I fear nothing about you. You are nothing more than a piece of shit I scrape from my boot. Your Wizards were nothing, my mages destroyed them without the slightest effort. You army is in rout and will be destroyed to a man. You psychotic dreams of power are no more than that. Dreams, the type that can never become true." Merlin turned and walked away, slowly fading into nothing.
For the first time in his life, Unaxx felt something he never felt before. Fear, deep, mind numbing fear. All around the depression the housed his command post, he could hear the thumping of artillery hitting the ground and the screams of those that were just far enough away to not die instantly. He ran to the command tent, but when he looked inside, the sight that greeted him was like something out of a slaughter house. Limbs and torsos were strewn around the tent, blood painted the walls and a deathly silence framed the carnage. How could the battle have changed so drastically in three hours, he was in the ascendancy, he out-numbered the enemy almost two to one. His armour was impenetrable, his war dogs irresistible, this had to be a mind trick by that infidel pig Mage.