The villagers that turn out as undeads all along, start moving their unnatural bodies with an enigmatic motion. their bodies writhing and their jaws are clacking as if their laughing at those garbage humans who just had their ways with their bodies.
The undeads eyes were dull,but their expression and their faces could be seen to enjoy every second of their act, deceiving the living ones.
The savage human, filled with confused and fear couldn't help to wonder. "Where the hell did these undeads come from? Are we being deceived by illusion magic? "
"A few hours ago I was bored to death without anything to do, To be honest protecting the empty border it just tiring u know? I'm glad I could have fun with u guys.. Seriously" Said the mysterious woman who clad in the black robes enjoying every seconds what she had been seeing before.
"Hey, you...The one having those, uh, 'fun' times with my undead corpses over there. What's your name?" she said, her voice laced with dark amusement and mockery, as she watched the savage human's vile actions unfold.
"Whats wrong? Come one.. Don't be shy.... What is it do you say before? What is it? Ohhh I remember"
"AAAAA HERE I COME!! TAKE MY HOLLY SEED! "
"KYAHAHAHAHHA! SU FUCKIN FUNNY"🤣
" WHAT WAS IT? IS THAT HOAW YOU SAID IT? "
"Let me do you a favor... Oh my god...! It felt so good.... Ah, ah,ah,ah , ahhhh stop it... Dont come inside pleasee... Nouhhh!! ❤"
"Kyahahahhahhaa gold!! Absolutely gold! "
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR ENJOYING MY UNDEADS PUSSY LIKE THAT!?"
"SERIOUSLY WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? THINKING with your dick isn't? "
"U MUST BE FUN AT PARTIES HUH!?"
"KYAHAHAHAHHA"
"Hey you.. I'm sorry but, look at your thing, they bruised because you overused them, here's a towel"
Hearing himself getting mocked, the savage humans couldn't help getting his anger surged within him. The veins in his forehead start to been seen, and a deep sense of hatred took hold of his soul. All he could think of in that moment was the primal urge to kill the woman who had dared to mock him. His eyes burned with a fierce determination, and his muscles start to tensed, ready to launch himself towards her in a fit of wrath.
Yet, before he could act on his impulse, the woman who just made fun of him spoke once more, her voice carrying a hint of warning. "Careful, garbage humans. Your anger is justified, but remember.. I am not here to be your plaything. To be honest, I was going to massacre all of you, but just you.. I was going to spare you because how funny you are."
The warning from the woman in front of him sent a shiver down to his spine, and he froze in his tracks. His anger subsided, but the urge to killed her still lingered.
"Well? What's the matter? Lost your courage all of a sudden? Shall I give you a moment to gather your manly thoughts?"
The savage human, filled with anger and humiliated by these mocking words struggled to control himself. His mind raced, conflicted between the urge to attack her and the knowledge that doing so would likely lead to his dead.
Suddenly without a warning the savage human lunged towards the woman while she face the other direction. His quick attack took her by surprise, and before she could react, he had already closed the distance between them, bearing down upon her with his massive brute force. His sudden aggression left her momentarily off balance, and she stumbled backwards, caught off guard by the unexpected assault.
"Is that how you thinking it will happened? That's not even possible, it's just illusion.."
Suddenly, she appears with a black fog covered her bodies behind him "Do you wanna see my book? His name is 'Goetia', it is a honor before your death.. So sleep peacefully , and thank you for your entertainment"
"Die.... "
The savage human, hit by the woman's magical spell, was left writhing in pain. The air around him became thick and suffocating as death manifested itself around him. He struggled, his mouth opening in a silent scream, but no sound escaped his lips. The agony he experienced was overwhelming, and slowly, the life force drained from him. It seemed as if the very essence of death itself had targeted him, and there was no escape from its relentless grip. The woman stood over him, watching his struggle with a cold, emotionless gaze.
"I'm bored.. Let's just finish this, my undeads kill all of them, don't leave anyone alive"
With a flick of her wrist, the woman in black commanded her undead minions to carry out her sinister order. There was a sudden surge of dark energy as the horde of undead villagers obeyed her command, their soulless bodies lurching forward with newfound purpose.
The battle raged on, the woman in black watching with a sinister smile as her undead servants executed her commands with ruthless efficiency. Their rotting, lifeless forms swarmed towards the garbage humans, who fought valiantly but stood no chance against this horde of the undead.
In the end, the carnage was complete. The battlefield was silent, the last traces of life extinguished. The dead savages humans lay scattered across the field, their lifeless bodies a grim reminder of the power of death and the woman in black's dark magic powers.
"Hoo.. What is this? Are you the leaders of those pile of shit? "
The leaders who seems still alive, looked up at the woman in black with a mixture of hatred and anger in his eyes. Though he was tired and worn down from the battle, he stood with his shoulders squared and his gaze unwavering.
"And who are you?" he challenged, his voice gravelly but filled with a weary strength.
"Oh my... Isn't it rude to not introduced your self to a lady first? "
The leader let out a sigh, his lips curling into a bitter smile as he grumbled something under his breath. He straightened his shoulders, wincing slightly from the pain of his injuries, and addressed the woman in black.
"Fine, if you insist. I am Grom, leader of the Raven's Call bandits. What do I call you, woman in black?"
"Oh so you admit your a bandit? Well fine.. My name is Cruella, the holder of 'Goetia' Gate, consider it's a honor for your death"
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