*Warning! Torture and blood!
*Heroine's Pov*
*Creak*
The door slowly opened, the sound echoing through the quiet room. Every wall and surface glowed faintly, covered in glowing runes that seemed to pulse with life. A tall figure stepped inside, her body hidden under a dark cloak that swayed with each movement.
The room's dim light caught her emerald green eyes — the only part of her visible beneath the shadows as well as her furry tail. At first, her gaze seemed empty, like the eyes of someone who had long given up. But as she stepped forward, her expression shifted. Hatred burned brightly, sharp and unforgiving. Regret lingered, heavy and suffocating. Sadness softened her features for a moment, but it was the brief flicker of hope that stood out.
Her eyes locked onto the artifact sitting beside the throne. A glowing sphere, humming with energy, resting in the trembling hands of the old king.
He sat slumped in his throne, his frail figure dwarfed by its size. Around him, guards stood with weapons drawn, but their stances were uneasy. Their hands shook, and their eyes darted toward each other, unsure of what to do.
The king pointed a shaking finger at her, his voice breaking. "S-Stop her! Stop h-her!" he stuttered, the words tumbling out in panic.
She tilted her head slightly, watching him with a cold, calculating stare. Her voice was low but sharp, each word cutting through the room. "A coward. Hiding behind your guards, just like always."
The guards hesitated, their grips on their weapons unsteady. She stepped forward, her boots clicking softly against the stone floor. Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword, and her eyes flickered to the artifact once more.
"Humans," she said quietly, almost to herself. "Cowards. Betrayers. We trusted you, and it led to their deaths."
Her grip on her sword tightened as she whispered, her voice trembling with determination. "Go back. I must go back. To when it all began."
The guards rushed towards me, their movement frantic and uncoordinated. Their stances were shaky, their grips on their sword unsteady, as if they were already questioning their chances of survival.
I drew my blade, the weight familiar in my hand, and met rhem head-on. My sword danced through the air cutting through their defenses with ease. Blood sprayed across the room, staining the stone floors and walls. Their screams echoed but they barely registered in my mind.
Each swing of my sword brought flashes of memory─ mistakes I made, decisions that spiraled out of control. The facws of those I've failed filled my vision. My choices had led to their deaths, each one of them.
My wives, my loves. The ones who gave me joy, purpose and light. Gone.
Their smiles haunted me. Their laughter now a cruel memory. The mother of our children, my little vermin, my cunning woman, my little seductress, even the shrewd one, and...that cruel woman... the cruelest of them all, now gone..
If I'd just taken notice....If I'd just found out sooner! Fuck!
"Damn it!" I screamed, my voice raw with anguish.
My sword continued its work, tearing through the guards as if they were nothing. Blood soaked my hands, my clothes, the floor beneath my feet. I didn't stop. I would not stop.
As my magic tore through their bodies, the bastards screamed. Their guttural voices echoing in the room. They yelled and begged for mercy, but just like odysseus said "My mercy has long since drowned". I watched as they choked on their own bile and blood. The sound was like music to my ears ─ a haunting, beautiful symphony.
Blood splattered across the walls and floors as I moved among them. I took my time, savoring their terror, cutting them limb after limb after limb. Their screams filled every corner, a testament to their despair. But like I could give a fuck.
Maybe they think someone will help them as they scream? No, have they thought I was leaving injuries behind outside? No, the only ones that could've defeated me, all now gone..No gods, No demons, No humans, No nothing!! Will stop me!
If these bastards think that just because I plan on going back would mean I'd let them go, then they are sorely mistaken. My wives *here* died at their hands, that will never change.
Wait for me! I'll be there, I'll make sure to right everything! Wait for me just for awhile..
"Hie!!" A voice cut clearly in the air, a voice I so dearly want to shut...
"Right~? How could I forget you? Don't worry...Wait your turn, yeah?" I said with a smirk, the blood on my face, and the smile making the old king pale...and I guess my eyes too? Oh well, why would I care?
I watched as he slowly backed away as I get close to him, my walk making one think that I were out on a stroll. I watched as he turned tail and crawled away.
I stabbed the sword I took from his wife, that one was also a screamer, in bed too actually. Mind you I didn't bed her, that's disgusting, only my wives will bed me.
I just watched as the corrupted monsters partake on her flesh, such a bitchy woman, an annoyance like a headache you can't cure, that's what she was.
A sadistic bitch, when I came into the bedroom of this pigs wife. What I first saw was the dead bodies of young slaves, and the bitch riding a young beast child while she was stabbing the beast child with the weapon I now have and WILL stab on her husband.
What do you know? Birds of a feather flock together, right? And here I was thinking to spare his wife due to past kindness?
Even though the vermin already told me about it, I really am a bad judge of character, huh? I thought as I shook my head.
"AHH!! MY LEG!!" I snapped back from my thoughts as the scream of this pig filled the walls his men's voice filled before. I guess they're dead?
"IT HURTS! AHH!! YOU FUCKING MONSTER!"
"Will you ever shut up?" I said as I grabbed his head to make him look upwards, opened his mouth and cut his tounge, he started choking so I let him go which led to him vomitting his own blood as his screams became muffled.
Anyway, I summoned up the corrupted monsters with my magic and let them feast on the men who've died and are dying.
I turned my gaze to the guy who's still vomitting below me.
"This will be fun~" I said as I looked at him, his face turning pale as I again moved towards him.
I smiled from ear to ear as I took out the double dagger one of my wives gave me.
He will be killed with the weapon of the one he's killed...
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I looked at the *thing* below me, or atleast what was once left of an annoying pig.
I could feel the corrupted monsters looking towards the corpse, especially the ogre warlord with a scar. He looked particularly fierce as he looked at him.
"Ah~, Right? You're kid and wife died at his hand didn't they? Do as you wish with them, think of it as a gift from your friends wife." I said as his eyes shed red blood tears, I fixed the pig up a little just enough for someone to still be able to hurt him, I also made his sensitivity increase. Just for more fun!
I never thought I would use this on someone other than my wives, but I'm sure they'll understand cuz it's for a friend, right?
With that said, I walked towards the artifact. The glowing sphere shining with so much mana that every kingdom and empires wish to have it.
This sphere, it's been a while. The core, as if seeing me glowed brighter but then dimmed.
"I guess you're getting old too, huh? Would you mind helping a friend for one last time?" I said towards the intelligent creature that my wife created before.
As if answering, it glowed over and over again.
"I'll take that as yes." I was about to touch it when I heard a grunt behind me.
The ogre with a scar looked towards me as he got closer, there was no malice, no hostility, nothing that a corrupted monster should've had.
"You-?" I asked confused, how did he gain sanity?! I thought, but by the flickering of his mana...I guess he's dying too...
I could still remember how we first met, it was when my village got overrun by corrupted beasts and our leader decided to take us to where I would begin my journey with her...
I was taken back from my thoughts again as he opened his mouth to speak, his final request, I listened, as the voice of my once friend slowly faded as he fell forward... He was the last one, huh?
I could feel the corrupted monsters connected to me slowly fade, all which I assumed, dead.
I reminisced the last wills of those that've died, from the beginning to the last.
The Kobold Enchantress, fighting with frenzy and red eyes as revenge for her husband and pups. Only to be captured by mages and brought back towards the camps where she infused all her mana into her core and made her final stand. Killing 10 camps, each with 300 people, with her explosion, taking a heavy amount of the army's elites with her.
The Lizard Lord whom hanged every single mortal he's come across, after the annihilation of his entire bloodline. His last shout and stand killing 10 swordsmasters and 10 sages with him.
The Goblin King who led the corrupted goblins towards the last kingdom and opened up the gates for the remaining ogres and the Rodent King to slip past at the vost of his life.
Even the grumpy one as he held his wife with red blood tears, slaughtered the remaining humans in frenzy against the wishes of my wife, his sister, towards him.
As I looked outside from a nearby window, the sky a pure crimson red, the grounds littered with decaying bodies of various races. The battle ends as the last one alive, I, put my hand on the glowing sphere which was taken from my wife years ago.
I was covered in light, bright, warm. I could feel the sphere breaking, it's last stand. All their wishes, their regrets, I will change it! All their fates, mine, my wives, our childrens!
Wait for me...I'll be there.
I could see the gods which started all this smiling, as if in relief, why? They're the reason for all of this!!
How dare they!!
But...I couldn't do anything as I slowly disintegrate...All I could do was watch..
"Wait for me, Aria..."
If this really works, I will change...