CHAPTER 166: | IS IT AN ENLIGHTENMENT OR INSANITY? [WARNING: MATURE, EXTREME GORE]
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[Content Warning: This chapter contains extreme violence, sexualized brutality, graphic gore, themes of trauma, defilement, and psychological descent.]
~ ? ~ West of the Lahaina Empire — In the Oasis — Bordered between Kingdom of Loika and the Kingdom of Peta ~ ? ~
"Hihihi, Sister Fenda, isn't it boring to just sit here and relax?" Fenda turned her head at her sister for but a moment, then continued her task of identifying threats along with the resources available in the oasis.
In their tent, she read through the reports of her fellow sisters to see the state of the borders, then at the resources that could be found underneath the oasis, since the herbs that grew here couldn't aid their strength as creatures of the night.
Her mind ached like there was a migraine in her head after seeing the state of the two borders, who were in a stasis as they've kept an eye on them to see if it was worth it to fight a war for this unclaimed land or let the cultists excavate it, then ambush them when they're transporting the resources back to their church.
Fenda, the actual leader of this task, massaged her temple as she sighed, then said gracefully. "It is the order of the messiah for us to claim this land, Shuxie, so be more mature."
Her sister merely sighed at her words, then she saw her yawn as she stretched her limbs for release. Shuxie was the type to wear loose clothing since it's not as suffocating as a dress, so the piece of clothing that strapped her chest to her shoulder came loose as it revealed her pink nipples, fully erect. But she didn’t care for it as she lifted one of her legs then rested it on the headrest of the sofa as she yawned yet again, and the undergarments under her skirts were revealed.
Fenda, staring at her sister intently, clenched her teeth at her sister's display but she couldn't help but stare at Shuxie's erect peaks as she bit her lips to restrain herself, then let out a weary sigh. "Shuxie, at least have some decency since you are someone who possesses the lineage of a duchess!!! The messiah tells us that us nobles should be graceful, should be proper, not like this, a whore hungering for a man's dick?!! At least have some decency for goodness sake!!"
On the other hand, Shuxie yawned yet again as she stared at her sister blankly, then lifted her leg up as she observed her sister's reaction. And there she saw her face slowly turning red as Fenda could see a bit of skin of her vagina, and Shuxie, confirming her sister's feelings, smirked as she closed her legs then took a seductive pose where men that could see her right this moment would had an uncontrollable urge to ravage her.
Her lips curved into a smile then she asked her sister. "Hihihi, I know that look, sister, I'm all too familiar with them. Even when I was a Templar, those lecherous old guys definitely looked at me like that, like they've been wanting me to spread my legs in their bed..."
Her playfulness disappeared as she stared at her sister dead in the eyes then continued. "Tell me, sister, what's the use of us acting all prim and proper when men look at us like whores in a red light district? Though I am jealous of the messiah for having found such a handsome man that would make me wet just looking at him..."
Her stare became more intense as she continued. "But what about us? Would men love us like his excellency Alister Von Fai? Would we have the fate to be loved like any other women? So why must we act prim and proper to please some bastards?!! Tell me?"
Fenda closed her eyes then recalled every man that she encountered, those who act righteous and kind, those who act for justice, but none of those men possesses the characteristics of someone like their excellency. So she nodded at her sister's words then softly said. "Hmm, I agree with your reasoning, sister. I know we are some insignificant characters, but our feelings as humans, as creatures of the night, or fictional characters to others is real... it's special. We live for this moment, I can agree to that, but disobedience to the messiah isn't an option, even if it meant for us to be together."
Her sister, or Shuxie perhaps, nodded at her words since it couldn't be more true, so she asked. "Then, as per the messiah's rule that only those who possess the lineage of queens are able to love, to marry someone they like, then our choice is obvious, sister."
Shuxie's expression turned cold as she sat like a flawless lady in the sofa, then her lips curved into a grin as she said coldly. "The messiah sent us here to claim this land... but is it as simple as claiming ownership to it? No, it isn't. Instead, what we need to do is to incite war to these two kingdoms, to let them suffer heavy losses in their war efforts."
Her gaze turned cold as she had finally understood the messiah's intention as to why she sent them both here, since she, Shuxie, wasn't that dumb compared to her lovely sister.
So she stared at her, gauging the surprise on her face as she smirked then continued. "Now that you have understood the messiah's intent, then perhaps we should prepare a bait to weaken both of the kingdoms so we can invade the Peta Kingdom to fuel our ascension to the lineage of the queens, since the messiah herself would swallow the Loika Kingdom. So let us begin our operations for real, sister Fenda."
Fenda was surprised at the insights of her sister but nonetheless she nodded her head as she said. "Then let us commence, sister."
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In the middle of the night, where the creatures of the night were at their peak, two figures could be seen as a figure with blond hair and red pupils turned into a streak of light that phased through the speed of sound. Anastasia, invigorated by the moon, dashed through the sand in a streak as the chieftain gripped his maul tightly then timed his attack to Anastasia's arrival. As the wind exploded upon the contact of their weapons, the chieftain, still naked with his manhood erect, smirked as he gritted his teeth then rammed his maul into the ground.
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The chieftain had finally burned out as his muscles stiffened and he couldn't move, and Anastasia, seeing his state, smirked as she saw those same small threads connected to the chieftain's body that would intertwine with hers when they've clashed their weapons.
Though the threads weren't the same as before, as they've formed into a line, Anastasia ignored it as she didn't know what this thread entailed, so she ignored it as she took a step then her form turned into a gale. And in the next second, her blade was guided by the threads without her consent as she cut through the chieftain's skin then into his bones with ease.
Then she silently withdrawn her blade into her scabbard then closed her eyes, as she whispered softly. "Tempest Sword: Gale Slash."
The chieftain's face went pale as he heard her voice, then in the next second pain flared through his hands as a white line could be seen slicing it cleanly. Then in the next second, the line exploded as his blood splashed into the night sky, his fingers were severed, the tendons in his body snapped like over taut strings, crimson jets of blood arcing high before splattering the sand in viscous pools.
He gasped for breath, but no matter what he did, he couldn't lift a finger nor move his hands. He panicked upon the realization that he had burned out after exchanging a thousand rounds with this resilient bitch, but before he could finish his internal monologue, Anastasia appeared in front of him as she whispered softly. "The sin of lusting upon my sisters, the sin of desecrating the children of the night, the sin of trying to defile me with filth is punishable by death to human standards..."
She stared at him as she watched his reaction, then she turned her gaze into the moon as her pupils became sharper. But before she could continue her dialogue, the chieftain intercepted her as he shouted with desperation. "HOW DARE YOU, UNWORTHY WHORE, CUT MY HAND!!! HOW DARE YOU CUT THE HAND OF THE BRANCH CHIEF OF THE OHAR CLAN!!! ME, THE SON OF PEGAL!!!"
Anastasia's relaxed face turned vicious as her pupils took a more sharper shape, then she stared at the chieftain with hatred as she couldn't believe that this damned sinner who had taken the futures of her sisters had the gall to boast in front of her when he's the defeated... 'The gall... the gall to not repent in my mercy... how unacceptable.... I thought as a human you would understand my words... I... I must have held you in such high regards...'
Anastasia sighed as her blood boiled with rage. She glanced at the border, at the fortress where the knights of the Loika Kingdom resided in their stay, now reduced into this dreadful scenery where countless naked women were staked onto crosses as white content gushed from their vaginas, as she remembered her sisters bodies twisted in eternal agony, skin blistering under the sun, fluids dripping in congealed trails of violation and death.
She clenched her teeth until it bled as she thought that this dirty sinner would understand her mercy. As she calmed herself then muttered in her coldest voice. "I must have gone crazy... I thought that you men would understand the last shred of mercy that I wanted to grant you for fighting me honorably..." Her voice turned colder as she stared straight to his soul. "But it seems that I overestimated your shamelessness... how dare scums like you have the gall to defile my sisters?!!."
Her stare became colder, more harsher as her perspectives on the world changed, now there was only the liberation of women and the Church of Evernight in her mind. Her view of humanity was shattered, she thought men would understand her, but thinking back at the horror that her sisters experienced at their hands, to be forcibly raped by these savages, their bodies torn open, wombs flooded with seed in brutal rituals of dominance, made her blood run cold.So she stared at him like he was the lowest of the low, then lifted her foot as she stomped at his dick that was still erect even when his strength had failed him.
The chieftain, feeling the gut-wrenching pain at the inhumane agony directed at his manhood, flesh pulverizing under her heel, testicles bursting like overripe fruit, blood and semen mixing in a grotesque slurry, howled in pain as bubbles foamed on his mouth. But Anastasia didn't stop there as she slid her hands into his mouth then gripped his tongue as she pulled it out in a swift motion, ripping it free with a wet snap, roots dangling, blood flooding his throat before she stuffed it back into his mouth as she screamed in a raw, guttural scream that even demons would fear. "YOU DAMNED MAN! YOU DAMNED! DAMNED! DAMNED MAN!!! HOW DARE YOU!!! HOW DARE YOU RUIN THE FUTURE OF MY DEAREST SISTERS!!! HOW DARE YOU DESECRATE THEIR HOLY BODIES THAT SERVE THE GODDESS!!!"
Her screams stopped as she gasped for breath, but she didn't stop stomping at his manhood as her eyes became sharper then sharper. As she stared at his dick snapped in half, shaft mangled into a flattened ruin, veins ruptured, leaking profusely, her gaze was cold as she wiped out the blood that got into her face in a cold manner. As she stared at the chieftain like she herself was the abyss, she cackled then stopped before she cackled again as she dug her claws into his neck while she ignored the blood that splashed into her eyes.
Like a madman she smiled then cackled then cursed then cried then cackled yet again as she dug his eyes out, fingers piercing sockets, popping orbs like grapes. But the chieftain couldn't scream in pain nor could he describe the hell that he brought himself into as he endured the pain, wishing that this would end.
But Anastasia, lost in her reasonings, bit then tore his neck as she glanced at the moon where the goddess watched her, where she abandoned her belief that a sane mind could save women mistreated by men in this patriarchal world where they had no say unless they've gained power. Her smile broke as she smiled, her hair still golden shone under the moonlight as her pupils became more redder.
Her lineage had evolved into the ranks of duchess when her fangs first tore the chieftain's neck, as his flesh could be seen being ripped apart in jagged chunks, arteries spurting in rhythmic pulses, then it advanced into the ranks of queen in the next as her lineage was pushed by her will to become stronger than ever.
Her pupils stared at the chieftain like a predator in the darkest of the night as she smiled at the chieftain's state, who had already fainted, already dead in a pitiful death, where his obscene manhood was stomped into meatpaste, a pulpy mass of ruined tissue, where the flesh in his neck was dug so brutally that his spine was bare for the eyes to witness, vertebrae exposed amid shredded muscle and gore.
Aliya, who had returned after leading her sisters out of the battlefield, was in shock as she witnessed that her eldest sister Anastasia was bathed in blood. She had thought that her foolish elder sister had sacrificed herself for her, the one who had the greatest affinity to the night, so she could retreat safely, but she was wrong, for her sister had already fallen into an even greater darkness than herself.
Her sister had already become a monster that she couldn't comprehend. Even Aliya, who had advanced into the lineage of queens a few days prior, couldn't help but tremble in ecstasy as she kneeled on the ground with zeal burning in her eyes and she shouted. "MAY THE GLORY OF THE EVERNIGHT REMAIN ETERNAL!!!"
