The Karcist and the Lord

a S.C.P. Foundation Mythos x M.G.E. crossover

Chapter 23: Unbroken Will

Royal Makai dungeons

Karcist Bola did not know how long he had been in the Mamono capital prison. Two days? Three? No matter, while he was unable to answer, he did care about whether he got out. His jaw was healed by this point, having fractured into three main parts from how it felt when he first woke up. Currently, he was locked up in a stone room of some sort, with a metal door from which a small amount of light was emitted. He, like his Brood, was originally locked in a regular iron bar cell, but was transferred by the Dark Elf and Orc guards after they learned he had the ability to shape and change the bodies of both himself and his servants. He then tugged against the many chains from which he was suspended in the air in a compromising position, and he saw the shadow of the guard outside looking to check on him, then leaving upon seeing he was not going anywhere.

It started when they tried to 'convert' him by dominating him and his Brood sexually against their will. Bola supposed that any normal Human at this point would turn to their slaves, but the Sarkics are not normal Humans, much to their confusion. What got him isolated from the other Sarkics was how he managed to severely injure one of his rapist 'lovers' when she brought him to climax, as well as how he modified the entire Sarkic Brood while they were altogether.

Currently, they were now weary, and although they didn't know it, he was able to hear the whispers from when they talked about him. Like the one he could hear right now.

"How did this the Karcist and the others serving this new God Ion get put in isolation? None of them have Hero levels of strength."

"Are you new here?"

"Yeah, got transferred along with the other batch of new guards. What happened to the others?"

"Well, that... thing happened. We were trying to convert Karcist Bola and his fellow cultists, but despite the low amount of Spirit Energy they have, they are absolutely tough at and resilient to breaking, so we called the Dark Elves and even some Hell-Hounds to help break them in, since that is there specialty."

"Hmm mmm."

"So, their leader, a Dark Elf by the name of Theilia was taking him by having the Karcist suspended in the air by his wrists and his legs were folded in. She managed to get him to orgasm, and that is when he played us."

"How?"

"Well, not even a few seconds after she pulled his penis out, she suddenly fell over screaming in pain as her pelvis literally melted away. Not only that, but her entire troop, along with the Hell-Hounds were getting similar injuries."

"What the hell?"

"Yeah, and while everyone was running around in confusion, practically half of them suddenly broke out and started to attack them and the guards. A group of the Cultists of Nalka also reached their Karcist and broke him out. They probably would have escaped too, if they didn't run into entire Dragon team, as well as several Kitsune and other just as strong Mamono."

"By the Gods. Good thing they didn't escape then. So how the hell did he pull that off?"

"According to what the Black Sabbath found when they examined his semen, it turned into an acid in Theilias' body. As a result, we are going to break them up and keep them separated in isolation, until we can figure out how to turn them without getting half our guards turned to mush in the process. Worst part is, when they got out, I could swear most of them enjoyed watching Theilia and the others writhe in pain. Currently, they are being taken to triage to heal, but considering the extent of the damage some them took, it may be a long time."

While the conversation went on, Bola could barely suppress the urge to laugh. He took in the words, knowing he was something to fear. He looked at the door, as he then heard footsteps approaching.

"I'm here to interrogate the prisoner." A gruff, but still feminine voice said.

"Obila, are you sure?" one of the guards asked.

"I was tasked with breaking him myself,and don't worry. I was told what happened, and will avoid doing it with him." the Mamono on the other side. After a few seconds passed, the door was opened, and an Orge walked into Karcist Bola's cell. Her green skin was rippling with pure muscle, as thick as tree trunks and hands that could hold Bola's head like an oversized apple.

"Well now, a new guest I see, I wonder, are you gonna try and take like you-" with a sudden speed and force that sent the suspending Sarkic spinning into the wall with a loud crack, Obila slapped Karcist Bola in the face by the ear, knocking the Sarkic man dizzy to the point he struggled to not vomit right there and now. As the feeling went away, he felt her grab him by the cheek. She then jerked his face up violently into looking directly into her cerulean eyes, which held back a subtle but deceptively calm anger. While he couldn't see clearly, she could be heard just fine despite the ringing from his left side.

"You will not address me unless spoken too." the Orge said, her face unchanged from its impassive look.

"Oh relah?" Bola slurred, trying to speak with a thumb the size of a brick in his mouth. "Oi nevah- Gah!" Obila interrupted him with a gut punch. She then jumped back when he voided out the contents of his stomach almost a second afterward, catching the warning sound of him gagging muffled before coughing out what looked like a gallon of the foods that he was made to eat. After a few seconds of him groaning, the Orge approached.

"Well now. Two punches and you are already shivering in pain, and vomited as well?" she asked, a disgusted look on her face. "I have taken normal women who put up a better fight then that, you weakling." Bola then chuckled, as he noticed he was upside down.

"Funny... coming from... the unarmed..." he then felt a hand grab him by the collar bone, and the Orge pulled him up to look her in the eyes again. A grunt of pain escaped his mouth, but he still smiled at her. "Oh, I struck a nerve then?" Obila scowled, the let go. The man then groaned out in pain, but the smile did not drop at all.

"Tell me about the Grand Karcist, also known as Ion. What is their domain for example, this Adytum? And why is it they never even asked for your release as well? Is it because she is weak?" At that last question, Bola snickered evilly. "You did lampoon the chief God as being a weakling, yet your own god is not here to save you."

"Because, my dear, he considers my pain as tribute." The Karcist said. "Pain and suffering is how he culls weakness from his followers, and his domain is one where only the strong will thrive. And Ion does not bother with such sophistry like righteousness and sin like your pitiful Gods. Ion only does, whatever he wants, to whomever he want, Whenever he wants, for desire is the measure of all things." he said, cackling with a visible madness. His Orge interrogator hesitated, but then leaned down on her knees, looking him in the eyes. She saw no terror, only an insane glee and a sadistic and malevolent glint. She felt a sense of fear, but swallowed it back.

"Why would you serve such an uncaring God?" she asked. She noticed how the Karcist emphasized the male terminology with which he referred to the Grand Karcist, but did address it for now.

"Because, he may not care about me, or those who serve me, but he is honest and open about what he does. Unlike your kind, when we march to conquer, we don't hide what it is we plan to do." Bola said, and then he looked Obila in the eyes, stretching himself out until his face was inches from hers. The Orge backed up, surprised by the stench of death that assaulted her nose. "So then, want to continue beating me? I can feel the instinct to do so in you, twisted to want to take me instead, and abuse my body while squeezing out my essence." The Karcist taunted, causing the Orge to push him away instead.

"You're a freak." she said. She did feel like making him hers, but his sheer insanity made him feel, dangerous. She was conflicted by the feelings within, but ultimately, the want to get away from him for was what won. As she turned to the door, she growled out one last line. "I'll break you down, not today, but I'll make you wish from me to beat you." Karcist Bola chuckled menacingly as Obila closed the door.

"You would've made a fine follower of Ion!" his voice rang out, as the Orge Obila moved on, hiding the fact she felt chills run down her spine.

**POV SHIFT**

Kiraak Avolna

As Karcist Voltor looked upon his creation, he smiled. He had decided to forgo the worm design that he originally meant to make the Unbreathing Ones body into. So instead, he made it more like an elongated mole with holes in its sides. It still had its mouth, and the arms it was given both acted to shovel away dirt and whatever else is in its way while said detritus is dissolved by the creatures acid, and to claw anything that gets too close. The holes he made to have sphincters which opened and closed, allowing the Sarkic soldiers under his command to travel with it in a series of pouches they led into. It still had the sensory hairs, and legs and feet to crawl on the surface.

The skin was based on the delna patterns Karcist Voltor got from the Wurm he killed with it. Dragon-hide covered the Unbreathing One, which shuddered and laid down before the Karcist. Voltor examined it once more, then left the room the Kiraak had grown for the Unbreathing One. He entered a chamber where a number of tumorous growths were covering the wall. This chamber was where he and his Voluntaar created the many many creatures he became famous for, both ones that Ion had designed, and ones made byKarcist Voltors own hand. His fellow Sarkics could be seen examining and keeping an eye on the various creatures within. One of his Voluntaar approached him, wearing black and brown robes. Through a shock of red hair, her emerald green eyes glinted with a hint of anger.

"What is it Balnoir?" the Karcist asked.

"There's another envoy from the Order." the Sarkic witch said.

"The same village mayor?"

"Yes. They are requesting tribute to their deity again. Can't we just weed them out of Humanity and start marching to Lescatie already?" At this Voltor sighed, more out of exasperation towards Balnoir then the fanatics of the Chief God.

"That would be in direct opposition to our orders. We are not to attack the village, as was decreed by Ion. Remember, we still have Earth to consider. This war is our gambit to change our fortune. Every step we take is one we are to perform without question. I'll will speak with the mayor, alone." He explained, before reaching out mentally to the body he made to deal with the Order of the Chief God and its followers.

The body in question was a copy of the one which he had before being blessed by Ion, and Voltor had it come out of the gestation pod it was kept in, a thin trail of clear embryonic liquids leaking out as it opened. Slimy fluids and semi-solid gunk covered him, and he stared at both of his bodies. Balnoir came over, and she inspected it thoroughly, before a crew of slaves came and cleaned it, then the pod. Afterward, Voltor grabbed a robe, got dressed, and then went out to meet the mayor.

The mayor in question was an, interesting figure the Karcist thought. She was dressed in an elaborate dress of some kind, with a figure that turned heads when she walked. When she first came to Kiraak Avolna, she came up to one of the guards, and tried to seduce him so she could enter the temple fortress. Luckily, Karcist Voltor was just outside, and managed to take care of what she wanted to talk about. Replacing her would've been... troublesome, to say the least. Voltor at this point was sure that she was partially corrupted subconsciously, mainly by the amulet she wore leaking small amount of Demonic Energy into her body. The Karcist did not know much about the world outside other then the bare basics, and thus did not ask about it.

"Hey hun. How are you doing this fine day?" she asked, an accent that Voltor could not place dripping sweetly from her voice. The Kiraak was designed to look like a normal building from the outside, a fortress to the Gods of this world that was odd only in it being more isolated then other examples of such architecture. A semi-true story was given of the Sarkics using magic to build their complexes and housing quicker then most, and that they can't share said spells due to how finicky such spells can not handled carefully.

"I'm fine Rosetta. I was told you wanted to know we were paying our dues to the Gods?" Voltor asked. With a high-pitched giggled that made the Karcist cringe back inside the Kiraak deep underground, much to the confusion of those around him, the mayor smiled.

"Yep! If there's anything you boys need, you can come stop by the church down at the village. And another thing, ever since you have been here to watch over us, we haven't had any problems with the local Mamono." she said, before subtlely pulling her corset in a way that made the Sarkic mans eyes glance at her chest. "How do you do it, I wonder?" she asked in a non-subtle tone of sultriness.

"I'll be attending with some of my soldiers tomorrow if that is what you want." Karcist Voltor said, faking being seduced successfully. "As for how I dealt with your Monster problems, that is something I'm not really allowed to say." he then said, making a rather convincing face that seemed depressed.

"Ah, well, I understand." she said, before blushing intensely. "Well, see you later hun!" she said, running back to the village. The Karcist waved back, then walked back into the Kiraak. Several Sarkics rushed back to their posts, watching the conversation with amusement.

"As you were." Karcist Voltor said, before taking his 'diplomacy' body back to its pod.

He was so going to enjoy burning her village to the ground one day.