With a grub from another world tormenting her from within her beating heart and keeping her incapacitated, Remilia was left with no way to defend herself from the group of robed cultists. Two were standing to her left and two on her right. One was leaning right over top of her, staring down at her and breathing obscenely behind his mask. Right behind him was two more cultists, leaving the total number of robed men at seven. All were eager to ravage her to their sick delight, to violate her body and break her will. To remedy the situation she told herself repeatedly that they would all pay for their crime later, convincing herself she would be free from the unbearable pain brought on by the alien grub in due time. She hoped that would be the case and was determined to hold on to that hope. She knew if that hope were to die then Flandre would die along with it.
The first cultist hovering over top of her started to chuckle sadistically before speaking. "Oh, man. This is going to be great. I don't even know where to start with you." He said excitedly to Remilia.
"You can start by getting out of the way if you don't hurry the hell up and start fucking her. We all like a little vampire pussy as well." The second and biggest man of the group said impatiently as he gave the man on top of Remilia a shove.
The first cultist turned his head and stared angrily at the one who pushed him. "Have some patience, brother. Moments like this need to be savored to its fullest." He insisted.
"Alright, you scrawny dope. This is me being patient." The second cultist said then shoved the man off of Remilia, taking his place.
The first cultist tumbled to the ground then quickly got back up. "What the hell?! You can just wait your turn!" He shouted angrily.
"Whatever." The second cultist dismissed the angry stare the first was giving him and instead focused on the defiant stare Remilia was giving him.
"Hmph. Better get started finding that bug of yours before the others grow impatient with you as well." She said bitterly.
The second cultist roughly grabbed her by her torn dress then held her face up to his. "Cute, vampire. You just keep cracking insults. I'll be tearing into your cunt in the meantime." He said coolly.
He dropped Remilia, letting her hit the hard floor with a thud. He then flipped her over onto her stomach. He propped her up onto her knees then threw her dress up, exposing her black stringed-panties. The other cultists cheered as he grabbed them and tore them off of her, exposing her bare bottom. She clenched her teeth and fists tightly, holding in a tear of shame as her womanhood was shown to all to see. The cultist licked the palm of his hand once, held it back then slapped it across her behind with a loud smack. She yelped from the sudden stinging pain on her right butt-cheek. Another round of cheers and applause erupted from the other cultists.
"Hey hey hey! I already called first dibs on her so get out of the way!" The first cultist shouted then tried to push the second out of the way, but to his frustration he was pushed back.
"You won't be fucking anything if you lay another hand on my, you little shit." The second cultist threatened, but retained a calm composure, feeling no threat from his smaller cult brother.
"It was my idea in the first place so I should get the first go!" The first cultist complained loudly.
"Oh, please. We all were thinking of it. And if you two keep on bullshitting then none of us will be getting anything." The third cultist said casually as he walked between the feuding cultists, making his way to the front of Remilia. He got down on his knees then grabbed a hold of her by her hair, forcing her to look up at him. He chuckled at the death-stare she was giving him. "Allow me to fuck that defiant little face off of ya." He said menacingly.
He unbuckled his belt then unzipped his black pants. He pulled out his already erect dick then flashed it in front of Remilia. She quickly pulled her face back in disgust. The second cultist behind her grabbed her by the head and forced her to face forward.
"Open wide for daddy now." The third cultist said presumptuously as he grabbed Remilia by the mouth and pulled it open.
She struggled to keep her teeth clenched, but the cultist was slowly able to get them apart to allow entry for his exposed manhood. He pushed the tip of his dick up against her lips and when he got her mouth opened up enough, he shoved himself into her mouth and to the back of her throat.
"Yeeeaaahhh!" A bunch of the other cultists cheered.
The third cultist let out a sigh of pleasure. "Ah yeah, there we go. I'll be gentle if you be a good girl and suck it yourself." He said with a detestable smirk behind his mask.
Remilia's face contorted from the forceful entry of the cultist's dick into her mouth, but she forced a grin regardless. Even with most of her strength drained by the agony inflicted by the grub, she still had enough strength to move her jaw effectively, and that is exactly what she did. With one simple bite, she severed the cultist's hardened dick with the front row of her teeth.
"Oh, dear God!" A random cultist exclaimed in horror as others covered their gaping mouths from the painful sight. Some moaned in pain just from seeing the act.
The unfortunate cultist in question fell backwards screaming in agony, holding onto his bloody crotch. "Waaah! Ahhrg! You! You fucking bitch! You miserable little whore!" He shrieked rancorously as he thrashed around on the floor.
Remilia spat the severed dick out to the side then smirked as blood dripped from her lips. She took joy in all the suffering the cultist was in. "Oh, my. Did my mouth really feel so good that you came hard enough to blow your dick off? Now that is new to me." She joked cruelly.
The third cultist glared at her with immense hatred. "Just kill her! Kill the fucking bitch!" He yelled out then fell back on his back and returned to thrashing around, groaning loudly in pain.
"Well that… Well that leaves her mouth off limits…" The fourth cultist said with a shaky voice. He took a step backwards, now feeling intimidated by the vampire as was the other cultists, saved for the one positioned behind her.
The second cultist grabbed Remilia by the head then smashed her face into the stone floor several times in retaliation for what she did to his fellow cultist. She moaned in pain as blood dripped from her forehead.
"Looks like you are still ready to put up a fight, but…" The second cultist looked down at Remilia's pussy then placed his thumbs on other side of the slit. He spread the lips, exposing her pink insides. He looked around inside her as if looking for something. "It doesn't appear you have any teeth in here, so please surprise me on how you'll fight back this time." He said then unbuckled his own pants and prepared to pull out his own erect penis. He was stopped when the first cultist grabbed him by the shoulder. He turned his gaze towards the distraction. "I'm about to have her bite yours off as well." He said, now sounding irritated.
"Come on, man. Let me have her pussy first. You get her ass." The first cultist said in a pleading voice. The second cultist swatted his arm away.
"If that will shut you up so we can fuck this vampire already then fine, you god damn baby." The second cultist said curtly.
The first cultist chuckled to himself in sick excitement then went to lift Remilia up, but he was shoved to the side by one of the other cultists. "What the hell?" He scoffed at the fifth cultist.
"I'm the one getting her asshole first so I can fuck it dry and rough." The fifth cultist said as he licked his lips underneath his mask.
He and the second cultist unzipped their pants then pulled out their erected genitals. They both then grabbed Remilia and lifted her up. The fifth cultist grabbed underneath her thighs and spread her legs apart with her back to his chest. The second cultist grabbed her dress and pulled it up to fully expose the bottom half of her body then grabbed her by the waist. Remilia's hatred for the cultists caused her to shake, giving them the false impression that she was quivering in fear.
The fifth cultist moved his lips to her ear. "Don't be scared, little vampire. Try to enjoy this. It'll be your only bit of enjoyment before your soul is sealed away forever." He spoke cruelly.
"Hurry the hell up already. Father Anton will be back soon." The sixth cultist said, holding his arms across his chest as he impatiently waited for his turn with Remilia.
"Yeah seriously, I'm about to bust a nut as it is." The fourth cultist stated.
The first cultist crossed his arms in a pout. "I should have the first turn…" He grumbled.
The third cultist was still anguishing around on the floor. "Get… me… some help… you… idiots!" He demanded, speaking slowly from the blood loss, but he soon lost consciousness. None of the other cultists appeared to care.
The second and fifth cultists positioned themselves to penetrate Remilia's vagina and anus. She bit down on her teeth as she waited for the forceful entry, determined not to make any kind of noise that could please the cultists in anyway. She decided she would imagine their deaths at her hands over and over again in her head as they ravaged her in order to lessen the pain and shame. She closed her eyes as the two cultists prepared to push themselves into her.
"What in God's name are you doing?!"
Remilia's eyes shot wide open from the sudden shout. She turned her head to see that the seventh cultist had just grabbed the alien gun that the sixth cultist had strapped to his belt underneath his robe and both were now fighting for possession of it. The other cultists watched in utter confusion, having no idea what was happening before their eyes.
"What the fuck is he doing?" The fifth cultist asked as he watched stunned.
"Give me that fucking thing." The seventh cultist demanded as he punched the sixth cultist in the face of the mask, cracking one of the green eyes and gaining full possession of the gun.
The sixth cultist reached out to grab the gun back that was stolen from him as the seventh loaded up the weapon. "Have you gone mad, brother?! Give that ba-"
The sixth cultist's last words were spoken before the seventh cultist placed the barrel of the gun to his forehead and pulled the trigger. A small blast of green plasma fired from the gun, blowing off a large chunk of the man's head and face in a shower of green sparks and burning flesh and sizzling blood. The other men, as well as Remilia, watched in disbelief as he was flown back from the force of the blast. He hit the ground with a loud thud, blood gushing from the grotesque hole that used to be his face. The body twitched with its last bits of life a few times before stopping completely.
Everyone gaped at the cultist-now-turncoat as he wiped blood that had splashed onto the eyes of his mask off with his arm. Once everything that had just happened finally registered in the other cultists' minds, they are glared angrily at the turncoat.
"You mother fucking traitor!" The fourth cultist yelled then pulled out his own alien weapon from under his robe. He pointed it at the turncoat, but was not fast enough with the trigger and was struck by a plasma shot in the right elbow, severing half of his arm off and forcing him to lose his gun with it. "Waaaahhhh!" He wailed in agony as blood spewed from the wound, being silenced by another plasma shot when it struck him in the chest. A splash of green fire flew out from the point of contact, sending him flying backwards to the floor with a smoking blood-ringed hole in his chest.
The last three cultists still standing stood in horror before collecting themselves. The second and fifth cultists threw Remilia off to the side, sending her crashing into the stone wall. She hit the wall hard with a grunt then fell to the floor. The sudden shock from hitting the stone wall irritated the grub in her heart and caused it to squirm vigorously, hurting her more in the process. She moaned and groaned in anguish, but began to try and get to her feet regardless of the pain. She did not care what was going on at that moment, only thinking about getting to Flandre before it was too late.
The second and fifth cultists quickly tried to fix their pants, but the fifth was not quick enough in getting his hanging dick out from view. He let out a bloodcurdling scream when a blast of plasma flew by and incinerated his penis. He instantly dropped to the floor, kicking and screaming before having the entire left side of his head blown off by a second plasma shot.
"Holy mother of God in heaven…!" The first cultist gasped as he stood trembling in fear.
The second cultist took off towards the seventh cultist in a desperate bid to stop him. The seventh pointed his gun at him and pulled the trigger, but only the sound of metal clicking together was emitted from it.
The turncoat growled in frustration as he glared at the gun. "Alien piece of shit. Made in China as well, I bet." He said, nearly throwing the gun away in disgust.
"I'll kill you with my bare hands, you traitorous fuck!" The second declared as he grabbed a hold of the turncoat's arm then forced him to throw the gun off to the side. With the turncoat's right arm in his grip, he brought his right knee up into his abdomen.
The turncoat let out a grunt as some of the air in his lungs was knocked out of him. He shrugged off the pain and glared angrily at his attacker. "Oh, I'm gonna beat your ass the fuck down for that one." He stated waspishly.
The turncoat threw a left hook towards the second's head. The second used his right arm to block the punch while maintaining some control on his right arm with the left. He pulled his right arm back in an attempt to rip it out of the second's grip, but the second threw himself forward and tackled him to the ground. Just as his back hit the ground he pressed his feet up against the second's chest then launched him over top of him and into the stone wall. He jumped to his feet and got on guard.
The second cultist hit the stone floor with a grunt and was about to quickly jump back to his feet before he saw the alien gun lying next to him. He grabbed it and scrambled to his feet, but the turncoat kicked it out of his hand and out of their reach. He let out a cry of pain when his foot was stomped on, only to be silenced when taking a right hook across the right side of his face. Roaring angrily, he retaliated with a right jab. The turncoat took the hit to the face and was sent backwards, nearly losing his footing. He quickly took advantage of the turncoat's dazed state and wrapped his arm around his neck. The turncoat thrashed around in order to break the headlock he had on him.
The first cultist stood in excited fear, watching mesmerized as the two men pummeled one another. "Oh! Oh, yeah! Break his neck, brother! Break his fucking neck! Do it! Come on!" He obnoxiously cheered the second cultist on.
The second cultist struggled to keep the turncoat in his hold, but was quickly tiring out from all his thrashing around. He looked towards his cheering cult brother. "Get the fucking gun, you retard, and shoot this son of a bitch!" He shouted.
The first cultist jumped in surprise from the shout then nervously began looking around. "O-Oh yeah, sure!" He exclaimed nervously and started searching around for the weapon.
The turncoat was grabbing at the arm that was squeezing tightly around his neck, desperately trying to free himself. "I'll give you two chances to let me go, asshole!" He yelled.
With his right hand he grabbed a hold of the second's groin, latched on firmly and began squeezing with all of his might. The second let out an anguished howl as his testicles were being crushed. With a little more force, he crushed both of the man's testicles in his hand.
"And there they go!" The turncoat shouted.
The second cultist's wail increased in volume from the loss of his family jewels. He lost his grip on the turncoat and fell to his knees, holding onto his groin where horrible pain radiated from. The turncoat stood behind the screaming cultist and grabbed a hold of his chin and head with his hands. With the forceful twist of his head, his neck snapped and was silence.
After watching the second cultist fall lifelessly at his feet, the turncoat looked up to find the first cultist standing in front of him and pointing the alien gun at him and giggling hysterically.
"Ha Haa! Thanks for killing all these idiots for me! Now die, you traitorous pig!" The first cultist shouted then pulled the trigger.
A green plasma blast fired from the barrel and traveled through the air, striking the turncoat square in the chest and exploding into green fire. He cried out in pain as he was blown backwards. He hit the floor with a thud and laid where he fell, seemingly lifeless and unmoving.
The first cultist stared in disbelief. After a few seconds of staring he began to snicker, a snicker that quickly turned into a creepy outburst of laughter. "Yes! Yes, I killed him! I killed the son of a bitch!" He shouted in triumph. He threw the gun off to the side then pointed at the body of the turncoat. "You deserve more than a quick death. Trying to kill us just to have this vampire all to yourself. I know that's what you were after! You can't fool me!" He turned to face Remilia as she had just managed to sit up with her back resting against the wall. He stared intently at her while breathing obscenely. "I was thinking about killing the rest of them myself honestly. No way they deserve to have a vampire like you. Only I do." His voice cracked as he spoke. He scurried over to Remilia, dropped to his knees in front of her and roughly grabbed her by the face with both of his hands. He squeezed both of her cheeks together as he stared freakishly into her eyes. "If you're lucky… Father Anton will spare you and let me keep you. A vampire all to myself! My God, wouldn't that be wonderful?!" He shrieked in his insanity.
Breathless and weak but still defiant, Remilia huffed at the unstable man. "I doubt it. You should be worried about your leader thinking you killed these men." She hissed, but her words fell on deaf ears.
The insanely ecstatic cultist grabbed a hold of his mask and tore it off, revealing his face to Remilia. To her surprise, the man appeared not to be a man at all, looking too young to be one. The insides of his eyes appeared horribly shrouded with a white haze. His rancid breath hit her like a bag of bricks.
"I have trouble seeing people's faces, but not yours! It shines brighter than anything I've ever seen!" He stated with a freakish smile.
Remilia looked away from the young man's face, trying her best to avoid his vile breath directly. She correctly assumed that the boy was completely insane and out of his mind for whatever reason. To her shock, he grabbed a hold of her face and forced her lips to his.
"Mph!" The cultist's nails dug into the sides of her head as she tried to resist and shake away.
She kept her teeth closed together as he tried to force his tongue into her mouth. He remained playfully persistent and giggled lustfully as he continued to try and get his tongue into her mouth. She nearly opened them to let out a yelp when he reached under her dress and grabbed her crotch, his finger piercing into her vagina.
The cultist's depraved moment ended when he felt the hot barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head.
"Get your filthy cocksucker off of her." A demanding voice came from behind the cultist.
The cultist ceased molesting Remilia then slowly turned his head to see the turncoat standing right behind him, alive and holding the gun he had carelessly thrown away. He stared dumbfounded, unable to believe the man was still alive.
"You dumb fuckers just don't know when to quit, do ya?" The turncoat asked. "Your sons of bitches are so lucky I'm not at my worst right now."
"B-B-But I hit you right in the chest. Y-Y-You shouldn't even have any lungs to breathe with…" The cultist's voice trembled as he spoke.
The turncoat stood with the gun in his right hand. The robes that had covered his chest had been burned up, showing that he was indeed hit by the plasma blast, but no physical wound save for a large burn on his tanned chest was present. A metal object was now revealed to be hanging from a chain around his neck.
"Hmph. Yeah, ya managed to hit me. Good for you, pal. But it looks like this piece of jewelry makes for a good shield. Sucks to be you." The turncoat said as he pointed a thumb at the circular metal object hanging over his chest.
The lone cultist began to quiver in mind-boggling fear as he stared at the medallion hanging over the turncoat's chest. "Y-Y-You're a-a-a-a worshiper of an-an-an-an Outer God!" He shouted in terror.
"HELL to the fucking NO." The man corrected the cultist bitterly then pulled the trigger.
The last cultist's head popped like a balloon, spraying blood and brain matter everywhere, including over Remilia's breasts. His limp body fell to the blood covered floor at the turncoat's feet.
The turncoat shot the corpse in the chest, putting a hole in it for good measure. "Yippy kyay, mother fucker." He said to the deceased cultist.
Remilia sat with her back against the cold stone wall drawing in labored breaths. She remained physically drained from the excruciating pain in her heart, but she was otherwise able to keep her body from contorting uncontrollably. Sweat ran down her colorless face and her mouth remained blood coated. The turncoat who had just killed his comrades was looking down at her silently. She remembered him looking down at her with pity-filled eyes before and now he was staring at her with that same stare once again. She glared defiantly up at him, not thinking for a second that he had killed the others for her benefit. She was convinced he was still going to harm her. She glanced over at the gun he held in his hand for a moment and thought if she could just get her hands on it she could use it to kill him and go save her sister. She barely had any strength, but she could still pull the trigger with her finger. She thought it beneath her to use such an unsavory weapon, but she was in no position to be fussy.
She huffed. "Was it really worth all that trouble just so you could have me all to yourself?" She asked in a strained voice. She did not get an answer when she expected it and grew irritated as the man continued to stare down at her in silence.
"I donno. You tell me, Remilia." The man said after a moment, ending his silence.
"Why were you so silent? Too busy thinking about how exactly you will have your way with me? Just get on with it already, you despicable swine." She scoffed. "That old man might return soon and you will lose your chance at having me." She sneered at the masked man when he didn't reply to her taunt.
She needed to get the man within reach so she could try and steal his weapon away from him. She thought once she got it away from him, she would blow a hole straight into his chest and suck the blood out from his heart directly.
That's when she saw it, the metal object that hung idly around the masked man's neck. Her eyes became fixated on the medallion and nothing else. Her vision wavered the instant she recognized the horrible symbol that was engraved in it. She tried to blink several times, convinced her eyes were playing tricks on her, but her eyelids refused to even move. Her already aching mind pounded relentlessly when the vision of a crowned figure covered in yellow tattered cloth flashed before her eyes. She could not believe that she was staring at The Yellow Sign Medallion, the same medallion she was sure was still locked safely in her father's old study room. She tried telling herself that it was a fake, but the resemblance to the one once worn by a young man she once knew was too much.
The masked man crouched down in front of her, his eyes glued to hers. Her eyes finally blinked then focused on the eyes hidden behind the mask. She stared into them with terrified bewilderment.
"H-How…? How do you have that?" She asked as calmly as she could force herself to.
The man tilted his head slightly, not sure what she was talking about at first, but quickly figured it out. "Oh, this." He said as he held up The Yellow Sign Medallion. He looked at the medallion then back at her. "The real question is… Why the fuck did you still have this?" He asked loudly and rudely.
Remilia gritted her teeth, angry with the way the man was speaking to her. "That belongs to me now tell me how you became to possessing it. Tell me now!" She shouted her demand. She squirmed a little in pain as the grub in her heart thrashed around for a moment before settling back down.
The man chuckled curtly. He held the medallion up to her face. "You and me both know who this really belongs to… and that prick in yellow is not in this room." He said.
Remilia stared at the heinous symbol on the medallion. Her angered expression turned to one of discomforting confusion. She was surprised to hear that the man knew who the medallion truly belonged to. She was also surprised to realize that the man spoke in a manner she found to be frightfully familiar. She looked past the medallion and at the mask that looked back at her.
"Wh-Who are you?" She asked breathlessly.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Remilia? You. Your sister. And that other moron whose name I can't remember." The man said in an angry tone. "Have you all finally lost your minds?"
Remilia sneered at the rude man, too frustrated and angry to realize that her breasts were still out in view for the man to see. "Don't just ignore my question like that, you worthless human. I'm the Scarlet Devil and you WILL answer me trustfully or I'll make your fate too horrible to behold!" She yelled hoarsely. "Youch!" She yelped when the man suddenly flicked her right nipple, bringing a painful tear to her eye.
"Too late. I'm already boned." The man said plainly.
"How dare you touch me!" Remilia shouted, only to cause the alien grub to become agitated, causing her agony in return.
"Blow me." The man jeered.
He attached his gun to his belt then reached out for Remilia, putting his left arm under her knees and his right arm under her back. She quickly began thrashing around in his arms, only for the grub in her heart to force her to stop with some more pain. She moaned from the jab of pain as she was lifted up in the man's arms.
She began to lose focus as the grub ate not only on her life but her psyche. "D-Don't touch me… Put… Put me down…" She demanded weakly and looking a bit dazed.
"I don't care if you want to get yourself killed, but you do that back in that dream world. Not here." The man said sternly. He roughly readjusted Remilia in his arms to secure a firm hold on her then looked forward at the exit of the room.
"What are you doing?!" She exclaimed, angry with the way he was handling her.
"Saving you from your own stupidity. We find that cocksucking occultist then get out of Fucksville." He said.
"Why? Why are you helping me? Who are you?" She asked in almost a begging manner.
"You saved me once before so I'm just returning to favor. That's it, so just shut up and let me figure out a game plan in finding that asshat without getting us killed." The man said then began to ponder to himself.
Remilia was completely drowned in bemused fear. She demanded to know who the man was now. She already had an idea, but tried to convince herself it was impossible. She needed to be sure though, too help assure herself that she wasn't slowly going mad. As the man stared forward, lost in his own thoughts, she reached out with her trembling hand. The second her hand touched the mask, he jerked his face away.
"Don't." He told her.
"I have to know." She insisted.
"No you don't. You don't need to know anything. You should never even have come here in the first place, Remilia. I shouldn't have needed to come here and drag your little ass out." He said angrily.
Remilia stared into the mask intently with a determined expression. "I have to know if I indeed failed. To know if I was able to sever that string of fate or not. So many things I need to know and your face will tell me what those things are." She said sternly.
The man stared into the demanding scarlet eyes that looked up at him for a moment before speaking. "Stupid vampire…" He said with a sigh, giving into the demand of the vampire in his arms.
Remilia reached for the mask and gripped it the best she could. Fighting against the pain in her chest, she summoned enough strength to pull off the mask from the man's face. She lost grip on the mask when her suspicion was terribly correct, allowing it to fall to the black stone floor. She did not look surprised to see brown colored eyes staring back at her, but sad.
With the mask gone, she found herself looking at a man with a young appearance, showing him to be in his late teens or early twenties. She easily recognized his scruffy hair whose color matched that of his eyes. His Turkic ancestry was obvious to her.
The man let out another sigh. "And now what was supposed to be my final memory of you has been ruined…" He spoke with a sad smile.
She looked on the familiar young man with a sorrowful expression. She could not force herself to be happy looking at the handsome face, knowing too well that his presence could only mean terrible things. She knew his presence meant that the madness was not yet over and that the world was once again in great peril. It was further proof that the renewed appearances of Cosmic Horrors in Gensokyo were far from just appearances, but were part of a much bigger, much more horrifying picture.
The distraught vampire felt a stab of pain in her heart not caused by the grub within it. "Why… You should not be here. Why are you not resting in the next world? How… are you alive, Max?" Remilia said with a disheartened voice as she stared into the face of The Harbinger.
Max formed a grin. "Heh… The next world?" He shook his head from side to side before locking his eyes back on Remilia's. "I never left."