MYSTERIES OF THE BEYOND
[A/N: This is a premise to Season III, and includes spoilers. You've been warned.]
SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!
"Aww man, come on! Is it time for another briefing already? I rather enjoyed this volume. It was as intense as it was hot."
I pull up the head of the red succubus going to town on my cock and hold her back and inch. She grabs my knees, her luscious lips dripping saliva and shiny demonic eyes begging more.
"Fine." I let her go, and she greedily begins slurping on my broadness again. "—just be quick. I have to get back to work." I tell her. "These readers are thirsty."
And yes, I am talking about you. You! Reading this now.
You fuckers should know who is speaking by now: the axe-headed, and rather handsome demon who has accompanied you for the first two seasons now? No? Of course you know who it is. 'Tis I, Staplehead. At least if you don't recall me, you'd remember that ole narrator devil who likes to cuss and swear a lot. Yep! I know you just did.
GLUG! GLUG! G-GLUUUG!!!
The succubus whore chokes herself on my penis. I hold her down until she has sufficiently swallowed all of my fiery cum.
"There we go."
I pat her head.
"Just a minute, you."
Yeah, I'm talking to you, reader!
My little brother rubs on her lips as I pull out. I see myself slap her forehead as she kisses the tip.
SPLAT!
I come some more over her purple hair and large breasts. Her crimson skin glistens from my milk. I hold up her face by her hair and admire her a moment. Before letting go. "Away with you now, harlot!" I smack her shaking ass as she gets up from the tiled floors. Barefooted and barely dressed, she patters away; and I watch her massive behind jiggle all the way.
Trust me, this bitch is impossible. Her curves are a mystery of the beyond!
Oh, I'm sorry, were you expecting the title of this chap to be better named?
Haha! Joke's on you, motherfucker.
I stand and pull up my garments. I leave the sex stains of her hot BJ there, on the floors of the library and get up. There is quiet in this place: the Athenaeum at Titans Landing. From Season II, you lot already know that I ascended with the Fallen. As Hel's Scribe whilst we were in the Underworld, I was also given the rank of head librarian here in Eldoria.
No matter. I have mortals to help around nowadays.
I'm thinking of the generously busty red succubus as I sharpen my head in front of a silvered mirror. And no, this is not a metaphor.
I'm the guy with a literal axe for a head.
But then, down to business, shall we?
Alright.
Season II: HORNS AND HALOS, has come to its end – Huge cliffhanger here! – with Israfel, our dearest Apollyon, morphing into a Red Titan using the [hemovore] ability. He unlocked a rather dormant but ghastly aspect of himself. Whom shall say if he'll ever be the same in the coming season?
So Rosamunde Spears and Brunhilda Penderghast are dead. That sucks... for them. I told you not to form attachments. At the end of the day, extras are extras, no matter how important they seem. In the case of the latter, I wish her peace in death; all of her family were already dead: her father murdered by Mephistopheles, her mother tortured to a slow death in Lilith's dungeons after the taking of the Capitol, and now, she... her head cut off by Hèla, the [supreme] goddess of battle.
Like I said, sucks for her.
But it is a small mercy. At least she wasn't done like Tanaka. The poor soldier.
But enough about extras!
In this coming season, our Luciferan hero, the MC: His Eminence, Israfel Blüdthïrste shall venture into unknown lands. Shit! I'm gonna stop here. NO FUCKING SPOILERS! But I will give you this, a good little writ beholden to you to accompany you as you enter this season of desert kings, thrones of sand, and barbarian fuckery.
• [Power Systems] remain unchanged from [Hel Hierarchy], only now in this volume instead of the measure of mana points being [Soul Coins], it is a scale of [Survivor Coins].
The rest follows the same prime order:
[Novice Survivor]—popular as NUR.
[Adept Survivor]
[Solitary Survivor]
[Indomitable Survivor]
[Mythical Survivor], and
UTOPIAN SURVIVOR – over [1000 survivor coins]; are known as the Desert kings.
Since the journey of the MC shall be leading him into faroff lands in this season, here is also a brief on some phrases certain to appear in the pages of this volume.
• Badlands: All of the realms, known as a collective, beyond the territory of the Rocasian Republic; it includes the marauding wilderness that stretches without end, and into the far south of the Seventh Realm Plains. See [Hall of Villains] chapter for map. Badlands are also known as the BONELANDS.
• Deathlies: Hunting parties of the Badlands. This lot include the ruthless skullriders, bandits of the longroads, marauders, and the rebel gangs. And most of them are [Adept Survivors].
• Skullriders: Feudal lords of the Badlands. Form a triumvirate, with no sovereign head. They just exist, barely avoiding conflict. Each Skullrider is at the rank of [Indomitable Survivor] with hundreds of bloodshot, crazy, sun-caked NUR's under them.
The Skullriders are demented—and kill for sport, so don't expect to see PG-13 chapters in here. They also fuck harder than their charge engines roar.
• Rebel Flag: The banner of the BONELANDS – a coyote smelling a raccoon roadkill; doesn't make sense. But the badlanders aren't known for their intelligence, or using much of anything but muscle, cock and pussy. They know no Queen.
• Vestal: A Virgin priestess of the desert. These girls are the one—and only thing the Bonelands revere; a Skullrider would nail you to a roast-wheel for looking at them wrong. In the Badlands, it is the utmost respect for a girl to be so, for there aren't many not utterly fucked by a mad uncle before fourteen.
Vestals are few. And the boys among them fewer.
• Wilderwitch: A sorceress from the other realms which has been banished to the wilderness, or self-exiled after the battle of Titans Landing.
Not to be a curt, if not foul-tongued Scribe, all the foreshadowing in the previous Volumes shall be laid bare... bareback as a lolita in knickers. Oh, and just before you fuck off to go read something you shouldn't, the title of this Season is INTO THE BADLANDS, so don't expect no hero or knight; there are no 'nice guys' in the Badlands.
The Deathlie boys will fuck their mother and sister, and swear not upon a Vestal's milky lap.
What you can expect is a lot of hardcore sex! In the dialect of the Bonelands: "'cuz the two things a Skullrider and Deathlie share in common is demented violence and manic fucking." Now, away with you. All these journaling of bunny-horny riders has me sprung; and unless you're a hot girl reading this right now, fuck the Hel outta my library.
"Bisrah!"
I yell for the red succubus; she comes running in again, dropping off her native Rhobine wrapper before ever she reaches me. Don't ask, but while you're turning over to the next page, she's on her knees... sucking like hell.