Xara closed her eyes painfully, knowing very well that she could never erase this mark of shame.
"Give me back my clothes and return me to where I came from." She pleaded in a broken voice.
A swirl of water appeared in Canaan's outstretched hand, morphing into a beautiful princess gown. He slowly passed them towards her, however just as they touched her fingers the suddenly disappeared into oceanic ripples.
"You!" She exclaimed, panicked.
Canaan slowly stroked her luscious thighs as he softly remarked, "My dear Xara, there is one thing I don't understand."
His hands spread, holding one of Xara's legs each. He opened them up and revealed the beautiful scene in between the legs.
Canaan continued. "I have captured, assaulted, and am on the verge of defiling you right now. Why on earth would you believe anything I say?"
Xara's expression morphed into horror just as he ruthless penetrated her.
In this isolated and obscure space where no one would find them Canaan completely fed his evil and ruthlessness as he vented his negative emotions on a frail girl who had no involvement in the events of his friend's death.
Perhaps he would always see the events of today as punishing the evil of the Nereids, perhaps he would stay true to his course and never come to regret his actions, but perhaps not…
The heart breaking sound of Xara's sobs echoing throughout the space around her even as the man on top of her ruthlessly continued violated her continued to thin.
Now as he thrust into her at his on hungry pace the only emotion in her eyes was a strange and cold indifference. As if she had already died and was apathetic to what would happen from now on. Her eyes only transfixed onto his figure, measuring him silently, as if imprinting ever one of his features into her heart.
His cruel sneer, and rage filled thrust were features she would never forget, not even if she wanted to.
"Does it hurt?" Canaan coed in a devilish voice.
"Do you want to hurt me?" He asked as he squeezed her bountiful breast within his two palms. He relished in the divine sensation, groaning as he exploded within her once more.
"I know it must hurt, that you desire my death. Having your untouched pristine body violated in such a manner. But now whatever hate you ants feel towards me. Whatever anguish you release after enduring the hell I will place you in. It can never amount to a mere fraction of what I endure every day."
Canaan grabbed onto her thick bottom, as he enjoyed the tense sensation while also roaring out to vent the feelings in his heart.
Xara was in every sense of the word, a toy he used to vent his emotions, however her eyes glinted in comprehension as he spoke the last of his words.
Again Canaan climaxed inside of her again. Despite ejaculating inside of her twice, he only paused briefly to caress her extremely beautiful, now tear stained face before he continued to rape her.
"Truly worthy of being the second most beautiful woman in the house of Oceanus, truly a wonder to behold. Even your butthole is also extremely beautiful." Canaan pulled out with an evil grin as he pointed his throbbing member at another target.
Sensing his intentions, the calm in her eyes was shattered by a great dread
"Don't!"
"Ah!!!" She screamed in immense pain.
***
The anxious House of Oceanus waited patiently with the fervent hope that their princess would return. Surprisingly their prayers were answered and their Crown princess Xara found them in a few days.
However she was oddly different. She never spoke to anyone and locked herself in her chambers. She barely responded if she was being spoken to. When asked about where her uncle was she replied that he was mostly likely dead in a broken fashion.
Everyone assumed Pletus had met a terrible fate en route to his domain. The shocking feats of strength he performed transformed his story into a legendary one. This was something the now headless mermaid clan could take some solace in.
The second princess was recalled from her trip to the outside world as a precaution now that the whole house was in unrest. No one could predict how the king of the toxin immortals would react to the indignity they had all suffered. The Nereid clan was after all, several times weaker than they were.
A few days after the incident the house of Oceanus could take a breath of relief. A messenger from the toxin immortals had arrived. The Toxin immortals would only be sending an emissary to extract reparations. There would be no war as they had feared.
As the country got ready to the emissary. An improbable scene played out elsewhere. In a region known as the dark forest several wails helpless flitted about in a despair filled atmosphere.
The scent of death heavily doused the wind and a gruesome scenery was plain for all to see. A hundred different dead bodies lay in ruins. Not even a single one of them was allowed the luxury of a completely corpse as their blood ran in rivers.
"Wuu…wuu" The only survivor in a frail attempt to escape the sudden hell that descended upon them slowly crawled away with his remaining arm. His dark hair with a splash of a deep emerald hue marked his identity as a Toxin immortal. Not just that, his uniquely embroidered clothes communicated his identity as one their most illustrious envoys, however even he was not exempt of the gruesome fate awaiting him.
A cloud of darkness seemingly coalesced from his darkest nightmares, from it arose a celestially beautiful young man. Even now as he committed the vilest sins, no one could possibly associate him with anything negative. However within his eyes sat a deep and ruthless darkness that hated the entire world, barely restrained and willing to destroy everything in existence.
Even more terrifying was the callous evil he exuded with every ounce of his being, nearing his death the poor envoy searched his mind for any trace of a memory that would explain how his people had come by such a terrifying enemy.
"Oh what is this?" Canaan spoke with a strange union of curiosity and innocence in his voice as he grabbed the dying man by his head.
"This one seems to be one piece, probably won't taste too bad either. Looks like one less demonic beast goes hungry today." The envoy shivered and fear as he wondered how a sentient being could be so cruel and inhumane. Even worse he spoke in bored voice as if this was just the day's routine for him.
Unfortunately under the massive suppression of his assailant's aura he could barely think, let alone voice his dissatisfaction.
He shifted and croaked in desperation, able to do nothing but wheeze through his damaged throat.
"Never mind, I'm not that evil." Canaan sighed in mock pity. Around him, the winds stilled as space heated in a massive shimmering conflagration of crimson fire. The pillar enshrouded both he and his captive.
The pitiable envoy was immediately burnt to crisp, without as much as a speck to serve as a reminder of his life.
Canaan's feature shifted until he bore the traits of the toxin immortals. Dark green hair and ivory skin. Even the color and adornments of his robe changed to an exact replica of what the emissary had worn before his death. Only his face retained some of its unearthly beauty. Around him, several figures identical to the escort that had guarded the emissary.
His now dark green irises pointed towards the south, where the glow of corals belonging to the house of Oceanus had yet to wilt. A deep bloodlust arose from his form, so dense and terrifying that it was almost tangible.
***
"My king. The emissary and his escorts have arrived." A messenger proclaimed, falling to his knees in the presence of his King.
Pontus shifted uncertainly on his throne. What should have been an opportunity for his dynasty to obtain a profound backer, while forever ensuring the supremacy of his house, had wildly backfired. And now he was forced to shoulder the gruesome aftermath, one could only imagine the cruel demands the toxin immortals would make to assuage their answer. He shivered inwardly as he thought of the grim future.
Besides him Corissa looked upon him with disdain and anger. She lamented having ever married this greedy and craven fool. In the slightest misfortune his rationality would collapse, how could he be worthy of bearing the title of king?
"Once again, it seems I must save us…" She thought with a sigh.
After a while Pontus finally spoke gravely. "They will be received by the crown prince and the second prince. Tell those unfilial sons, "Nothing…..can….go….wrong!!"".
***
Soon enough, the dreaded visit of the toxin immortal emissary was imminent. In wait of them fifteen men clad in deep amethyst armor, led by two youths in royal garb stood.
An imposing yet beautiful golden crown rested on the dark hair of the eldest youth, the regalia of the crown prince. By his side was his brother; the second prince. His beautiful, chiseled face was clouded with dissatisfaction as he waited for the arrival of the emissary.
A few days ago he had been chased away in a pathetic manner from the house of Arzul. So when he arrived back home he gave vent to his emotions by torturing several of the palace servants to death.
But even the explosive rage in his heart did not subside one bit. He had lost count of how many times he had made a vengeful oath to utterly ruin Canaan and rape that bitch Talia.
He was also the one who has proposed the use of the Murdering Heart Formation to harvest Lothal's flesh and blood and he had done so out of a anger.
Unfortunately once again his dignity was being tested, as the foremost talent of his generation and the future grand duke of the house of Oceanus, how was it proper for him to go out of his way to welcome a mere emissary of the toxin immortals.