Chapter Three
AN: Chapter Three, dudes and babes! Now you get to learn the princess' name!
WARNING: GRIMDARK AS FUCK. Let's just say I drew some inspiration from Cupcakes, by Sergeant Sprinkles. That horror inducing colt. Just saying his name gives me a bad taste in my mouth.
"Noah. Wake up." Derger says, poking Noah with a stick.
Noah sits up with a rush, looking over where the princess was, but she is now gone. "Damn, she hits hard for a lady…" He whispers under his breath as he touches his nose to make sure it still looks the same.
"What's wrong with you?" Derger asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I got my ass kicked by a girl."
"Damn, too bad I wasn't here to see that."
"Shut up." Noah says, getting off of the ground and grabbing his documents. "Come on, let's go get us a house."
"You're not even curious about the fact that you've been knocked out for six hours?"
"Not in the slightest." Noah says, heading over to the county hall's double doors. They both head in, and notice there are no guards in the entrance hall. The head to the throne room, and see why. The count of Cheydinhal is standing in the middle of the room, ordering guards left and right to various places as the guards run around in chaos. "Whoa, what's going on?" Noah asks loudly, wanting an answer.
One guard stops to look at him, one of the guards that was protecting the princess. "You!" He says, bringing his sword to Noah's neck again.
"Shit…"
"You kidnapped the princess, didn't you!" As the guard says this, everyone in the room stops to look at them.
"What? No! And even if I did, why would I return to the scene of the crime?"
"You know my daughter?" The count says, taking a step forward with hope.
"Look, all I did was ask her nicely out for tea, she knocked me out, and I just woke up a couple of minutes ago." Noah says, holding his arms up in surrender.
Count Indarys sighs, and retreats to his throne. "Then the situation is more dire than I had feared… No one has seen he since then, and her room is ransacked."
Derger speaks up this time. "Well, is there any indication of who may have taken her?"
"Only a shred of foreign cloth found on her windowsill."
"May we see it?" Noah says, moving the guard's blade from his neck and walking over to the count. The count hands Noah a deep red scrap of cloth, and upon seeing it Noah gasps shortly. Embroidered in gold upon it is the sun rising over the horizon. "Err, sire? Have you ever heard of… The Mythic Dawn?"
The princess slowly opens her eyes, rousing from a deep sleep, only to realize she is tied up and gagged against a cold stone wall. She looks at the walls on both sides of her, seeing daedric writing in blood upon them. These and the floor are all she can see, as in front of her is pitch blackness, the black with red flamed candles on either side of her only lighting up so much.
"Ah…" A voice whispers from the black void in front of her, piercing the silence as quick and hiss-like as a snake. "Finally awake, I see." A figure steps forth from the void, wearing a sanguine robe and black armor. "I did not think you would rouse until the fertilization." He raises his arms, and two other figures dressed like him begin to light up candles behind him, lighting the void into view. As they do, a horrible sight unfolds around them.
Tied to the posts of beds, are the bodies of four dead young girls. Their stomachs are ripped open, as if something burst from inside, blood-caked and dried entrails are protruding from each of their stomachs. The scariest part of them all however, are their faces, stuck in expressions of absolute horror and anguish, pinkish red strings exuding from their eyesockets, their eyeballs gone, as if ripped out. Then, as if to bring the whole thing together, there is a table in the middle of the room, four hearts on plates, as if ready to be eaten.
The princess' eyes open wide, and she tries to break free from her bindings, only to find she can't, to her own surprise. The ringleader holds up his hand, showing the princess that he has a amethyst jeweled silver ring on his pinkie finger. "Ah, ah, ah." He says, wagging a finger disapprovingly. "You can't escape, Starla Mirador Valencia, for we know each and every trick you have. You can't even use magic right now because of the magicka sapping poisons we forced down your throat." He rips off her white dress with ease, revealing the black lingerie bra and panties underneath.
"Such a young, supple body, just as the lord would want." He says, running a finger down the middle of her chest. He notices Starla is still struggling, trying to escape. He pulls out two daggers, and promptly stabs them into certain points of the palms of her hands. She howls loudly with anger as blood begins to seep from her hands, some of it sparkling blue. "Oh! I seem to have struck the magicka points in your hands! Looks like you won't be using magic ever again. Not like you're going to need it once we are done." The ringleader says, as if mocking her.
He is handed a bowl of blood by one of the other worshippers. He puts it under Starla's hand, letting her magicka mixed blood seep into it. He stirs it with his finger, and sticks it under his mask, tasting it. "Mmm… Yes, I think that will do nicely. You see, this is also the blood of four virgins. Yes, that's right, those virgins. Now that your magic imbued blood is mixed with theirs, it makes it ever more potent." He dips his finger in it once more, and draws a horizontal line of blood on the top of Starla's stomach. He chuckles to himself, enjoying his work. "To think that something so pure can be used for such a corrupt purpose is truly a gift from the lord himself."
He draws two more lines, curved ones, coming down from the first line. And finally finishes his masterpiece by coating her belly button with the blood, making a circle. He looks at his work, knowing that it may just be the most perfect daedric "O" he has ever designed. He sets the bowl of blood upon the floor below Starla, and stands up, putting his mask close to her face. He pulls her gag down, smiling under his mask. "So, any last words before you are blessed with the god?"
Starla breathes in deeply and heavily, finally able to breathe, and then, with a cough, says "Fuck you. Fuck you, and your whole entire fucking group, you piece of shit." And spits on his mask. He puts the gag back up.
"Oh, the lord is going to have fun with you. I wonder which of your organs he will eat first… Perhaps your pancreas? Your kidney? Your liver? No, I think your stomach would be more suitable, as it is the closest." He sighs, thinking of the beautiful sight it will be. "Well, as my grandfather would say, let's get the show started!" He steps back to join the other two dawn worshippers, and they begin to chant.
"For Lord Dagon forever reborn-" They begin, but are interrupted by a loud smashing sound from the top of the stairs at the back of the room. Surfing down the stairs on the door, is Noah, who jumps off as he reaches the bottom. He is clad in his full tight black leather outfit he was given by his mother. He draws his longdaggers from his hips, making a cool pose.
Derger, however, just simply walks down the stairs, his iron armor clanking as he does, and stands at the bottom, his shield and spear ready. Noah rolls his eyes, thinking Derger could at least act like he's badass, but disregards it as he turns his view back to Starla and the Mythic Dawn members. "You guys fucked with the wrong prin-" He begins, and then notices the bodies of the girls, the organs, the candles… the faces. "Unholy fucking shit…" He says, and his confidence slips away once more.
Derger looks at what Noah is looking at. He shrugs. "I've done better."
Noah metaphorically shits his pants at Derger's comment, and asks "…To women?"
"Oh, daedra, no! That would be just horrible!"
"Those are women…"
Derger stands there for a second. Noah looks at him, and sees the fire in his eyes, bringing forth gruesome images of war and death into Noah's mind. Noah backs up the stairs a little bit. "Damn, and I was really hoping I would get to kill someone this time…"
Derger throws his spear across the room, impaling one worshipper through the head, and throws his halberd at the other, the axehead going straight through the person's stomach, cutting him in half. Doing all of this in less than five seconds. He then flips the table over, it turning into large wooden pieces as it collides with the wall. During the middle of all this shadows seem to dance around the room, one looking familiar to Derger. He walks to about three feet away from the ringleader.
The ringleader begins to back up slowly. "D… Do your worst…" Then, Derger stops, and smiles warmly. "I have powers that you can't even begin to-" Just as the ringleader is about to cast a spell, a longdagger slashes his throat out, Noah standing behind him.
"No, you don't." He says, and kicks the body forward. "Sorry to steal your kill, Derger."
"No, it's fine, I thought it was actually clever the way you did it in the middle of his 'epic speech'." Derger says, and chuckles a bit to himself.
Noah turns around to look at Starla. "UNHOLY SHIT!"
"What?" Derger says, and looks up at Starla, seeing what Noah is yelling about. "Oh…"
Deep in the wall next to Starla's stomach, is Derger's halberd. Starla, had not noticed, however, for she had passed out from the excruciating pain coming from her hands. Noah turns to Derger. "Okay, next time I'm killing everyone."
