I've seen crazy shit since I've been with the AAHW. The dead rising from the ground, buildings falling from the sky, the sky turning red, all that good shit. However, what I didn't expect was one day to be on my post, and next thing I know we have an alert and there's fantasy cosplaying assholes running at us. I swear the Mojave is turning to shit!

I mean they died as easily as you can expect, but it's still fucked.

Still, it seems important since all of the ATP's and CO's have been acting strangely. There's also the giant black spire outside. Hopefully, we'll get more info later on.

-Agent 2667 Jeremy Parker.

Bloodlust

Chapter 11

Back in action.

"Holy shit!" Deimos pointed his finger at the maid. "Corvus turned into a chick!"

"Not quite." A deep, masculine voice came out of the girl's mouth. Corvus grabbed the amulet again and took it off. A flash of light and he returned back to normal.

"This my friends," the Warlock motioned to the blue gem. "Is an illusion amulet. It will cast a spell, fooling others of your appearance with an individual of your choosing. This one has been specifically tuned to one of the maids who worked in the castle. When you get there, the debauchee that appropriated our fine home will be none the wiser."

"Alright." Sanford said. "Still, why not look like one of the Black Dogs? What if one of them decides they want to 'mess' with us? We'll be forced to kill 'em and we'd break our cover earlier."

"Ah, yes." The Lord nodded. "While that is true, the Dogs had been given strict orders not to touch maids during their working hours. It would distract them from their cleaning duties, and as you would imagine, the Dogs are masters at maintaining their own filth. Have no fear."

"Okay." Deimos scratched his head. "So, do we both get one, or…?"

Corvus shook his head. "No. One amulet is expensive as it is. Thus, one of you will hide in a food trolley we acquired. The other wears the disguise."

Both Nexians went silent. They pointed at each other at the same time.

"Not it!"

Both glared at one another.

"Look man," Deimos placed a graceful hand on his chest. "I'm the one who gets chicks, not becomes one. So how 'bout you take one for the team, and-?"

"When it comes to muscle, you're a minivan and I'm a tank." Sanford crossed his arms. "Wouldn't translate well into the illusion now, would it?"

"Actually it would.." Corvus cut in. "It will only make your assets larger though."

"Shut it!" Sanford yelled. "Who's side are you on?!"

Corvus scratched his beard. "Err…"

"You know what? Fine!" Deimos clenched a fist, pulling it back to his waist. "We'll handle this like true men!"

Sanford narrowed his eyes. "Oh?"

Both Nexians glared daggers at one another. In an overdramatic pose, Deimos pointed two fingers out.

"ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS!"

Sanford's mouth twisted into a grin.

"Oh, you're challenging me?" The demolitionist extended out his arms. "Instead of giving up, you're directly challenging me?"

Deimos began walking over to him, his coat blowing in the non-existent wind.

"Good grief. I can't humiliate the shit out of you without challenging ya, you know?"

"Oh ho!" Sanford's smile stretched further. "Then challenge me as you like!"

Both rapidly closed the distance, gazes burning as the nonexistent wind grew stronger alongside nonexistent rumblings:

ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

'Sanford tends to use his [Scissor Sisters] attack!' An overly masculine caricature of Deimos's face developed as his strategy ran wild. 'I'll definitely win with my special [Rockmos] strike!'

'Fu Fu Fu. What a predictable fool." From the opposite direction, an equally overly masculine caricature of Sanford's face also developed, except with more emphasis on his stiff, lower lip. 'Doesn't he know I HAVE NEVER LOST AT ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS!'

Corvus stood on the side, utterly dumbfounded at the tension building from sheer stupidity.

'What in the goddess are these idiots doing?'

The Nexians screamed at the same time, a vein bulging out of each head as they threw their fists into the fray three times.

"ROCK"

"PAPER!"

"SCI-!"

"Who the fuck chooses paper…" Deimos muttered as he walked across the halls in the maid disguise.

"What was that?" Sanford's voice came from the trolley.

"Nothing…" Deimos grunted.

At least he had tits. Except not really, since it was an illusion and there was nothing he could joke around with. And so, Deimos continued transporting the trolley through Ur's Royal Palace. Getting inside was easy; they entered through a tunnel that was connected with the cave systems of old. Apparently, it had once been a secret passage to flee the Palace by Sigmund in the age of the crisis.

Deimos put on the amulet and Sanford hid in the trolley with the bag of holding. Like a gazelle in a lion's den, the techie had been oogled by several Black Dogs and monsters even. Fortunately for Deimos, as Corvus had promised, the Nexian only received a few predatory stares.

After a few more minutes of marching, they made it to the great hall. Upon entering, laughing, cheering, and crying flooded the Nexians' ears as they gazed upon the pale moonstone floor and gold-plated ebony walls. Hundreds of men in fine clothing loudly enjoyed the festivities. Some were even in a corner "playing" with their slaves.

Deimos clenched a fist, but kept his eyes on the prize.

Amidst the sea of men, they spotted their targets—two pink-skinned Orcs in regal outfits of rose and green. Ponti and Conti were both speaking to some nobility while drinking from their glasses.

"Found our targets…" Deimos whispered as he made his way with the San-Trolley towards the pair.

"Hey, slut!" As they were mere meters away from the Pig men, a fat noble wearing purple, medieval justaucorps cut their path. "Bring me more wine."

Deimos froze as the ugly, purpur bastard kept a glare on him.

"Uhhh..." The techie-in-disguise looked left and right. "No… No… I only clean." Deimos spoke out in a pitched, fake Spanish accent.

"Bullshit, you do!" the Noble hissed. "Take some of your finest brandy from that trolley, or the only thing you'll clean is my cock."

Deimos stared at the man in front of him with a blank expression. Slowly the Nexian gave him a soft smile.

"Shame."

With almost superhuman swiftness, Deimos shoved his hands into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out his Deagle. To the Noble however, the illusion made it seem as if the maid pulled out the gun from between her breasts.

"What th-"

BANG

The interceptor's perverted thoughts blasted out of the back of his head, as his skull turned into a crimson pinata.

"BY THE GODS!"

"MURDER! MURDER!"

"SOMEONE'S BEEN MURDERED!"

"THERE'S A MANIAC ON THE LOOSE!"

Play: (Project Nexus 2 OST) Rock and Loaded - Locknar

Deimos sniggered as he pulled off the amulet, breaking the illusion. "I've come here to kick ass and smoke cigs!"

As panic in the great hall continued, Deimos pulled out a cigarette and lit it up.

"And thankfully, I got plenty of both! HIT IT, SANFORD!"

The trolly was thrown off, as the demolitionist sprang into action, LMG in hand.

RATATATATATATATATATA

Dozens of the nobility were gunned down like moorhen. Ponti received a bullet to the shoulder but managed to flee with his brother deeper into the palace. As the Nexians were about to go after them, another door slammed open and a dozen Black Dogs poured out.

"By the Gods! It's the great El-Deimonio!" One of them yelled, much to Deimos's delight and Sanford's annoyance.

"Kill them!" their commander growled. "Make them pay for Ken! FOR VOLT!"

INCOMING WAVE

"WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?!"

Sanford aimed his LMG towards the incoming group of Black Dogs. Pulling the trigger, the dozen, swiss-cheesed rapists clattered onto the floor, leaking red everywhere. Another door was kicked open, and several Orcs charged out. The green skins made a beeline for the Nexian pair, but only made it halfway there until both partners directed their fire on them.

Like the previous attackers, they dropped like flies. Deimos switched from his Deagle to his MP5 and Sanford started reloading the LMG. More enemies rushed the great hall, with this wave consisting of two Black Dog archers, a few Orcs, and a bunch of Swordsmen.

Sanford wasn't finished reloading the LMG and did the second best thing in the situation. He threw the machine gun at the closest Dog, with enough force to dislodge his jaw. As the Dog fell to the ground, choking and clutching his wound, the others continued their rush.

By the time they got close enough, Deimos already shot in their direction and Sanford pulled out his revolver and meat-hook. Two Black Dogs were killed by Deimos' stray shots, while Sanford blasted an Orc's skull open with his pistol. The nearest Orc swung his club at Sanford, only for the Demoman to duck under the swing and follow up with an uppercut, while also slamming his meathook into the greenskin's jugular.

With a mighty pull and punch, the Orc fell over, gurgling to death and crushing a Black Dog behind him. Another Orc went for a slam, only to get his eye shot out by Sanford's revolver.

Meanwhile, Deimos jumped behind cover as an arrow flew past his cap. The techie peeked back out and counter-fired a barrage of rounds into the Archer who tried to tag him. The Archer looked like he had a seizure as the bullets shredded his torso, before slumping over.

"Eat shit!" Deimos yelled.

A Black Dog with a war-axe swung at him from behind. Fortunately for the hacker, sidestepped the attack by sheer instinct. Deimos jetted a stream of white-hot flames from his hands. The Black Dog ignited, screaming and running in circles while trying to put himself out.

Sanford pulled out Silver Edge and with all his might, hurled it at his enemies. The magical axe spun in the air and lodged itself into an Orc's skull before turning the green monster into pistachio ice cream. As Sanford recalled the artifact with an outstretched hand, he shot two Dogs through their craniums with his revolver in the other. An Orc blindsided him and went for a punch, but Sanford caught the attack with his wrist. Following a mighty knee to the Orc's groin, Sanford sent a roundhouse kick to the fatass's skull. The blow caused the pigman's head to turn at an awkward angle, snapping its neck.

Deimos made a kill zone for an incoming wave of Goblins that had arrived from another exit. Like ants, they were crushed under the might of modern automatic weaponry. With the Goblins filled with lead, Deimos turned to aid Sanford before barely ducking the swing of a giant sword.

In front of the hacker, stood a bear of a man in full plate armor with a sallet helmet and the Black Dog emblem on his surcoat. His behemoth blade glistened under the light of the great hall's chandelier.

The dark knight stomped on the ground with a heavy clank. "I'm gonna chop you up good, ya filthy gray skin!"

"What's up?! You wanna go, bro?!" Deimos outstretched his arms. "Come at me, bro!"

The knight let out a guttural yell and charged at Deimos, who sidestepped the attack before using his MP5 as a makeshift bat. He swung at the knight's helmet, staggering the monolith only momentarily. Letting out a series of unintelligible, medieval swears, the knight spun around and sent for a side-sweep. Deimos ducked under the blade and went for an uppercut...

"VIBE CHECK!"

… An uppercut that nearly shattered the Nexian's hand. While the knight was stunned again, Deimos clutched his left hand.

"FUCK!" Deimos blew on his hand. "Bad Idea! Ba-"

The knight backhanded the techie across the face, sending Deimos skitting across the floor. Spitting out some blood, Deimos looked up at the knight, who was stomping towards the Nexian.

"This is the 'Great El Demonio'?!" The knight cackled. "Pathetic!"

The knight lifted his sallet's visor up. Patches of peeling, wrinkled skin and scars blemished his molding appearance. He gave Deimos a twisted grin, lifting his sword in the air with a hefty swoosh.

"Any last words?"

Deimos smirked.

"Hope ya like fireworks, Crustface."

With his right hand, Deimos shot a jet of fire, directly into the Knight's unguarded face. Screaming and flailing, the Dog Knight ran around the hall trying to remove his helmet, as he felt his flesh crisp and shizzle.

Silver Edge found its way into the knight's back, effectively encasing his frame in ice. Sanford pulled the axe out and punched the frozen Dog to shards.

Turning his head back to Deimos, Sanford let out a groan. "What part of your tumor-ridden brain decided to punch the guy covered head-to-toe in steel?"

"Hey!" Deimos sprung back up, flexing his left hand around. "Most armor is only two to three millimeters thick!"

"... Two to three millimeters of steel, chucklehead."

"Bet you're real fun at parties, huh?" Deimos pouted. "Anyway was that the last of-?"

As if on cue, another giant burst out of another entrance. The cyclops's lone eye scanned the room, donning a steel cuirass and a rusty battleax.

"Oh cool! Boss fight!" Deimos pulled out his G36, giddily bouncing.

Sanford cracked his neck and hurled Silver Edge at the beast. The beast screamed as the axe lodged itself into its eye. Its screams were silenced as its entire skull began to freeze over. For a few seconds, the cyclops stumbled around before its brain functions ceased and it crashed onto the ground. Upon impact, the frozen head cracked into ice cubes as Silver Edge flew back into Sanford's hand.

WAVE DESTROYED

"ALL BARK NO BITE."

"Pff, show off." The techie huffed, much to Sanford's amusement.

"Coming from you with your magic party tricks makes it sting better." Sanford grinned. "Come on. Let's waste those last two chuckleheads."

"Wait a sec."

Deimos ran up to the Trolley, cramming it into his bag of holding.

Sanford frowned. "What the hell are you-?"

"Come on, bro!" Deimos yelled back. "I need this for something! Trust me, you'll love it!"

Sanford stared at his partner before sighing.

"Fine."

"W-What?" Alicia stammered as all eyes fell on her.

"He is right," Jaq glanced at the Arcturus. "You are Queen now, though uncrowned. You are to make the choice. Will you divide the Dogs and defeat them in detail? Or battle them head-on, in the field?"

The Queen stared at the Table. Alma stood by Alicia's side as both Jebus and Hank watched her. Jaq gave her an unimpressed glance while Jeacon looked anxiously around. Alicia's face twisted in contemplation before evolving into determination.

"Split them."

Uncharacteristically, Jaq nodded in approval. Jeacon jumped out of his seat, pressing both arms against the Table before shouting:

"You mustn't!"

Everyone turned to the Noble, who was heaving. He eyed them all before turning back towards Alicia.

"My Queen," Jeacon continued. "Abandoning our honor will bear grave consequences!"

Alicia and Jaq's eyes narrowed.

"Explain," Alicia commanded.

"My lovely Queen," Jeacon bowed. "Your father."

Alicia's expression strained and softened. "What of him?"

"Defeating your enemies in such an underhanded manner would sully your father's legacy. The man was slaughtered by these mongrels!"

Alicia visibly recoiled. "It... is for the best of Eostia!"

"By following the path of a trickster, as the Dogs would?! If you truly honored your father, you would wage war as he did! Have you no shame?"

"Shame?!" Jaq pointed a finger at him. "You would dare use the late King's death against her and for what cause?! To sacrifice the lives of hundreds of soldiers! Who are you to speak?!"

"Enough!" Alicia's voice boomed throughout the room, reestablishing order. "Jeacon… you may be right. Going forward with this strategy, knowing that my father would not give his blessings to it… if this is my first decree as Queen, I fear it will birth an era of depravity."

"But-!" Jaq began.

"We will fight them as my father would!" Alicia slammed her fist against the table. "Let us strike fear and righteousness into their hearts, without abandoning our ideals!"

Only Jeacon cheered with a resounding, "Aye!" Everyone else remained still. Hank sighed.

"Fucking nobles…" he mumbled.

Jebus cut down another Black Dog with the Binary Sword, while Hank kicked a Goblin across the hallway like a football. Said Gobbo crashed into a suit of armor, which fell on top of the creature and crushed it. An Orc rushed at Jeb and went for a punch, only for the Savior to pull out The Judge and smear its brains across the hall.

Behind both, the assassin and savior, the corpses of the Black Dogs were scattered. After Hank's "episode," they continued onwards, where they met more resistance. Unsurprisingly, all further obstacles were dealt with accordingly.

"I'd say that counts as a bonus point." Hank cracked his neck. "Come on, rust bucket. Gotta haul ass before Beasly does."

Jebus nodded and both marched through the hall. He glanced at their surroundings. "We should exhibit more caution in regards to this castle's curios. Every painting, statue, weapon, and armor stand is not just a work of art, but a memento. I'd think it would be a shame if we broke some of these while fighting the heathens. "

"Ok, Boomer."

Jebidiah rolled his eyes. They halted when they came upon a large double door. Shrugging, Hank marched over to the door and knocked.

"Hello? I'm here with a pizza delivery for a delightful gentleman named, 'Beasly.'" Gracefully, he kicked the doors open. "I've got a hot lead calzone for your cranium, fuckface!"

… Only to reveal a wall separating another pair of doors. Both Nexians were left staring at them.

"So…" Hank pulled out his Dragon Sword and pointed forwards. "I'd say left is where we gotta go. You'd think it's right, but at this point, it's a fucking cliche, so it's gotta be left."

"That's… quite the impeccable logic." Jebus rubbed his helmet's chin. "Perhaps splitting up will garner the most optimal results? You take the left door and I'll take the right? We can maximize our cleansing efforts of the Black Dogs, while minimizing Beasly's chances of escape."

"Hmm." Hank placed a hand under his artificial chin. Whether by reflex or mock-imitation, Jebus wasn't sure. "Deimos would say something about 'never split the party.' But then again, Deimos is a fuckin' nerd and so are you. BUT you had me at maximizing dead people."

Without an answer, Hank raised his Dragon Sword and went through the left door. "Race ya, gramps!"

Even from where Jebus stood, dumbfounded, the echoes of Black Dog screams were audible. A dismembered arm flew through the door, plopping next to the savior. Shaking his helmeted head, Jebus walked over to the right door. Through it, he was greeted by a massive hallway, filled to the brim with more Monsters and Black Dogs.

Thirty Imps, twenty Orcs, two Minotaurs, and another thirty Black Dogs, to be precise. They all had their weapons drawn, equally ready to silence him.

But.

How could these mere maggots even think to silence the voice of God!

"Surrender!" One of the Orcs growled. "We outnumber you eighty to one!"

The other hostiles cheered and laughed at the odds. For the same reason, Jebus smiled.

The Savior took a deep breath...

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Play: Powerwolf – In the Name of God

"I am the hammer!"

Jebus began to walk towards them, his sword drawn and his eyes glowing a bright crimson. The ground beneath the mass of enemies quaked and several sharp spikes shot out, impaling almost half of the attacking force.

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"I am the point of his spear!"

As quickly as they appeared, the spikes receded, making the corpses they caught crash back into the ground. Still with the serenity of a monk, the Savior walked on, lifting his hand. Large chandeliers rained down from the ceiling, squashing another large handful of the group.

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"I am the mail that is faced!"

Once the distance between him and the heathens was closed, Jebus started chopping. His blade cut through several Black Dogs in one swing, slaying them in their confusion. An Orc went for a blindside punch, only for Jebus to duck and slice the greenskin's hand off.

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"I am the bane of his foes…"

Next, the Orc's head was lopped off. Jebus turned just in time to block the attack of a Minotaur with a Warhammer. Placing more force into his block, the might of Jebus's swing caused him to slice the Warhammer in two, along with the Minotaur's upper skull. The Bullman fell backwards, crushing two Black Dogs and three Imps.

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"And the woe of the traitorous…"

Blood only swiftened his momentum; the Savior killed another three with a mighty slash, even cutting an Orc in half in the process. He then opened his right hand and let out a jet of Black Flames that began to burn the rest of the survivors into crisp.

All that remained was one Minotaur, which charged madly at him.

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"I am…"

The Cowman came to a halt when his body started to float. If looks could kill, the Savior's glare alone could have burned the soul of the Monster that dared violate the innocent. Instead, the Savior slammed the Cowman into the wall, so hard that it flew through the gardens separating the two paths, and then crashed into Hank's hallway.

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"The end!"

Jebediah Christoff sheathed his weapon, completing his walk towards the end of the gored hallway.

"Deus Vult."

"HOLY SHIT!" A Black Dog yelled as the corpse of the Minotaur flew through the wall and crushed his friends next to him. Said Black Dog was decapitated a second later by Hank.

The Nexian stared at the hole in the wall, into the other hole that showed him Jebus' hallway.

"Of fucking course…" Hank grit his teeth. "That lazy fucker would use his bullshit powers to win this race! Not on my watch!"

In true pizza delivery fashion, Hank knew...

… 20 minutes, or the kill is free.

The assassin sprinted down the hall, not even flinching when more monsters came through the end of the hallway. Pulling out both Uzi's, a dual-stream of lead flew across the chamber, dropping the Orcs, Goblins and Ogres before they could even register who they were fighting.

A fiery boulder crashed through the wall next to him. Hank lept from the flaming rock's blast radius. Looking through the impact hole, Wimbleton could see the city below the Palace.

By the look of the broken south wall, panicking Black Dogs and catapults tearing shit apart, their improvised distraction worked wonders.

"Note to self: gotta punch Jeacon in the dick."

And so, Hank hurried through the halls. After all, he had a race to win and a rapist who needed a prostate examination using a sword.

PLAY: MADNESS: Project Nexus OST: Locknar - Crawler

With the banquet hall in shambles and gore splattered across it, the Nexians were in hot pursuit for the Mortadella Brothers.

Of course, with Sanford and Deimos' party crash, the entire Black Dog garrison in the city was heading their way. Fortunately for the AAA duo, small riots, ambushes across the roads, and the burning of several buildings—including the Black Dogs barracks—had slowed down their enemies while the Seven Shield Army was on its way.

"Come on, bro!" Deimos yelled as he passed another corner. "I think the porkers went that way!"

Sanford grit his teeth while running beside Deimos. "You know, considering they look like they eat nothing but garbage from Burger Gil and Peppino's Pizza, you'd think stamina wouldn't be their forte!"

"One, Burger Gil's is way better than Peppino's, so don't you dare put them on the same level! And two, look at the bright side! Circle of Life, bro!"

A faint glimmer shone, from Sanford's glasses.

"Yeah… Circle of Life."

They opened another door, which led them into the large kitchens. At the far end of the chamber, they caught eye of one of the Pig Brothers closing a door.

"There they went!" Sanford pointed.

Both ran towards the Conti and Ponti's exit, only for said exit to be slammed open by an Ogre making his way into the Kitchens. Said Ogre roared before charging right at the two. As Sanford was about to lift his revolver, Deimos lifted a nearby pan filled with cooked grease and threw its contents at the monster.

The boiling fat made contact with the Ogre's face, and the beast fell to the ground mid-charge, clutching his visage and screaming. Both Nexians cringed at the sight of the monster crying and holding his melted, malformed face, as it slowly peeled itself off.

Sanford put the creature out of its misery with a shot from the revolver.

"Christ…" Sanford blinked. "I mean he probably deserved it an all… but that was fucked up to look at."

"Yeah..." Deimos held a hand over his mouth. "Never doing that again. Circle of Life?"

"No, Deimos. This ain't it, chief."

Stepping around the Ogre's corpse, the two made their way towards the door. They passed a tall yet tight corridor, decorated with fine paintings and even a few armor stands. At the very back of the hallway stood a bunch of Orcs in gilded, blued plate armor.

"Halt!" the biggest Orc hollered. "We are the Knights of the Bull Dog! Surrender now humans, or face our wrath!"

Said Orc got filled full of lead faster than you could say "sausage flops."

"How's that for an answer!" Deimos yelled as he reloaded.

"Bull Dogs!" Another pointed his sword at the duo. "KILL THOSE BASTARDS!"

With a roar, the Bull Dogs charged. Another barrage of bullets eliminated the first line of the monstrous knights. When their clips went dry, Sanford pulled out the Silver Edge and threw it, cutting down two more, before the Axe returned to its master. A blazing ball of orange shot out of Deimos' hands and incinerated another Knight, who screamed and crashed through a window in a blind panic.

One of the Knights got close to Deimos and swung its claymore at the techie. A miraculous duck from our gray-skinned 'hero' saved him from being cut down. Deimos hit the Knight with the butt of his rifle, before pulling out the Deagle and finishing him off.

Sanford switched Silver Edge to his Mossberg and started blasting. Every shot splattered an Orc's head against the regal navy blue walls of the halls.

"RIGHT IN THE BALLS!" Deimos calls, as another Orc falls.

The Knights' numbers began to thin. The last survivor ran towards the door at the end of the hallway, wildly pounding at it.

"LET ME IN! LET ME IIIINNNNN!"

Sanford's hook found itself into his shoulder and began to pull him back into the battle.

"NO! NOOOOOOO!"

"OH GODS! NOOOO! PLEASE! PLEASSSSE!"

Conti took a step back as the pounding and screaming from the door in front of him ceased. Ponti on the other hand, still searched through the bedroom they had barricaded themselves for any exit.

"Dammit, Conti! I knew we should have made it to the dungeons! Now we're stuck here!"

"Shut up, Ponti!" His brother yelled as he pushed a closet towards the door. "The dungeons were on the other end, past those two! Let me think, let me think!"

As they were about to argue, the begging and crying from their 'Knight' tore their attention towards the door.

"Hey, easy there greeny boy!" the younger-sounding voice of Deimos answered. "We're not gonna torture you! We still follow the Geneva Convention ya know."

"W-what?"

"Or rather the 'Geneva Suggestion' after Nexus took over…" Sanford chimed in. "So here's how it's gonna work! You tell us where your bosses went and we won't commit war crimes on you. Got it?!"

"Okay… okay…"

"Good, now then. Cunty and Ponzi? Where are they?"

"Behind this door!"

"That bastard betrayed us!" Ponti scowled. "He saved his own skin instead of showing some measure of honor!"

Iron Man could have crashed through the door and hit them with an Iron-E, and that still wouldn't match the irony in Ponti's statement.

"Ah! Thanks, dude!" Deimos' chipper tone bled through the door.

BLAM

Followed by the Bull Dog Knight's body. Ponti and Conti scrambled towards the back of the room. For the next few minutes, there was silence, save for the clamour of riots and fights outside the castle.

"Perhaps..." Ponti whispered. "They left?"

The door was blasted open by shotgun fire, causing both Orcs to scream. Sanford entered the room with a sadistic grin, while Deimos followed through, laughing.

"Naaaaaaaaaaaaants ingonyamaaaaaaaaaa bagithi baba!" Deimos' wild grin followed his bastardized cry of the Circle of Life. "Thought we pissed off, did ya?!"

"Please, I'm sure we can find some compromise!" Conti howled. "We are very influential and I'm sure you two would make a-"

The Orc's words were cut off by Sanford's hook slamming into Conti's throat and then ripping it open. Conti began vomiting blood as it tickled both down his mouth and gash.

"BROTHER!" Ponti cried, only to be silenced by a pistol shot to the knees. As Ponte looked up, Deimos's mocking smile was replaced by a cold dreadful stare. Even with a lack of visible eyes, the pig Orc felt the Nexian's glare burn through him like blue ice.

"That one's for Prim, you simp of a hog."

The first shot went through Ponti's shoulder. The second, to his other knee. The third, a shot to the gut. The fourth, to the testicles. And the fifth, a clean blow through the Orc's skull. As Ponti's body slumped backward, Deimos's glare still persisted. Sanford's shotgun blasting Conti's skull apart brought the Nexian back on track.

"Hey?" Sanford wiped a few bits of Conti's skull fragments off his body. "You alright?"

"Honestly?" Deimos shook his head. "The only thing that's keeping me going are the wacky jokes and girls. But this place is getting to me, man. I mean, sure Nevada sucks and all, but just… why? How do things get so bad that the guys we're dealing with have nothing but: 'hey man, let's rape everyone LMAO,' running through their sick heads? And look at how many of them there are."

"Don't matter. They come at us and we'll cut them down. For these people." Sanford placed a hand on his shoulder. "For Prim."

"Fuck those guys…" Deimos shook his head before looking at his bag. "Anyways, you take the chainsaw and get them ready, while I prepare the Wagon."

Sanford smirked. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Circle of Life, baby!"

Running through the halls, several Bull Dog Knights followed the trail of corpses made by the Nexians' assault. Accompanying them were several Black Dogs in plate armor with crossbows.

"Come on, lads! We can't let the bastards get to the bosses!" Their commander spoke as he hastily passed through another door.

"Why should we care again?" one of the humans spoke. "We got those Alliance fuckers outside! Who cares about the two fatasses?!"

The Orc Commander growled. "Because they give us our paycheck and I'd rather be filthy rich with my fuck slave than go back to a cave and getting another slave every month 'cause they keep dying from hepatitis!"

"Korax sake Boss, I'm sure we'll get another employer! Maybe we'll get to move to Feoh! They always get the exotic shit there!" The Knight responded. The Orc Commander leered at him. "B-But I get your point!"

The group moved and finally reached the last hallway.

"Fuck, that door's a dead-end." The Orc cursed. "We're probably too late! Still, if we can get the gray-skins, we'll probably get a promotion from one of the other bosses." The leader turned his head back towards the others. "Alright men, battle stations! These assholes are tough, but we outnumber them 20 to 2. We'll use this hallway to block them and spike them like a damned kebab. I want shields to block the front!"

Five Orcs with Spears and Towershields made their way forward and created a wall.

"Alright, crossbowmen! Stand over them!"

As ordered, ten humans with crossbows either sat on top of the Orcs with the shields, or next to them, using the gaps to aim at the door.

"The rest of you lot are the last line. If those fools actually make it past the others, you finish them off."

With their positions assumed, the Orc commander nodded. Good; at least unlike the rest of his brethren and the mercs, these guys could follow simple tactics. After all, this was how they became Knights. Clearing his throat, the Orc glared back towards the end of the corridor.

"ATTENTION INTERLOPERS! I am Commander Gortak of the Bull Dog Knights! We have you surrounded! Come out with your hands up and we might spare you!"

For the first few seconds, there was no response. Some of the Knights began nervously fiddling around their weapons, some caressing them, while others felt tiny tickles of sweat pouring down their brows.

"Dumbass with an erectile dysfunction says what?"

The Orc blinked. "What?"

Deimos' laugh rang behind the door. It took the Orc a few seconds to register his words, to which his gaze darkened.

"Oh, we got a bunch of FUCKING COMEDIANS?! You goddamn FUCKING rascals eh?! Probably keep the crowd laughing ALL night as a pair of jesters!"

"I keep your mom awake all night, if you know what I mean!"

"Smooth, Deimos."

"It'll work. Watch."

"That's it! Break that fucking door down and gets these assho-!"

The door exploded before they could break it down, splintering into a smokescreen of debris. Getting his bearings back, Gortak pointed at the broken door.

"FIRE AT THEM, YOU FOOLS!"

The Crossbowmen did as ordered, aiming with professional precision. The bolts flew for a second, ringing metal in the air. Tense silence filled the chamber along with the fog.

RATATATATATATATATATATATA

Play: Locknar - Enter The Nexus

Rounds flew out of the fog, tearing apart several of the tower shields. As the fogs vanished, the survivors' eyes bulged from their sockets. There, Deimos sat on top of the wagon, which had been hastily modified with several shields and the LMG mounted on it. At the back, Sanford was pushing the trolley, while carrying a blood-soaked bag.

"HOT LEAD, COMING THROUGH!"

Deimos let loose a barrage of bullets into the rest of the enemy forces, eliminating them instantly. Taking a turn, the two broke through a nearby door that led to the castle wall's top. Several Black Dog archers were shooting down at rebels below. Not wasting time, Deimos began to shoot again, giving the Alliance and Rebel soldiers much-needed breathing room. Torsos flew apart, bodies crashed to the ground, and the two Nexians steamrolled their way through the castle walls.

"That's all of them on top!" Sanford grunted. "Can you get off that fucking thing now?"

"Just one more thing! We gotta take care of those guys down there!" Deimos pointed to a cluster of Orcs and Imps that were running up the street towards a group of Alliance soldiers.

Sanford nodded and both Nexians grabbed the food wagon, after dismounting the LMG. With all their might, they hurled the wagon at the group, the cart crushing one of the Imps. As the other monsters stared at the cart, Sanford pulled out the small remote.

"Have a nice day!"

Sanford smacked his lips before squeezing the detonator. The C4 charges that had been planted inside the cart detonated, killing all of the monsters nearby. The Black Dogs began to retreat, demoralization etched on their faces.

"FUCK THIS! RUN!"

"Volt didn't say anything about explosive food carts!"

"The cave is better than this shit!"

Standing on the Castle walls, Sanford and Deimos smirked and bro-fisted.

Nexians: 2

Black Dogs: -1

Feoh

His feet quickly paced through the upper halls of Lardel Palace, as he made his way towards some of the more private chambers. Wealth beyond measure flooded from the slave trade, combined with a gourmet dinner while getting head from one of the maids. All signs of yet another wonderful day.

With Volt dead and Shamuhaza and Grave not having reported in, he, Mitchelle, the Orc brothers, and Mandeville were the de facto leaders of the Black Dogs. Beasly had never felt more power in his life, but it still bothered him to share. Now, he and Mandeville got along very well as men of business. The Orcs Conti and Ponti were bothersome beasts, but at least they understood his work fairly well, having been Lords themselves.

The one that got on his nerves however, had to be that spoiled brat.

Mitchelle Pantielle was a fat, ignorant bastard who kept whining about "his" Maia being taken from him. It's not like those new outlanders had also taken Beasly's bed warmers away, but Beasly wasn't complaining. But no, that fool Mitchelle had to make a scene and such.

Regardless, everything had been in order for the day, all thanks to a certain benefactor he met a week ago...

That's when the attack happened.

At first, he thought it was a bunch of lousy assassins, until he heard about the west wall being blown apart. Then, from the sewers, rebels poured out like damned rats and caused even more panic, slaughtering his men and freeing slaves. To make matters worse, the two bandits that have been sicced on him were the same that defeated Volt.

It seemed he needed the aid of his new friend again.

Making his way to the door, Bealsy knocked. A hulking, shadowy figure met him, two crimson orbs glaring at the minister.

"Ah, greetings. I need to speak to your… 'master'. It is quite urgent."

Scarlet eyes regarded him with cold indifference.

"Let him in. I'mma sure the good minister has his reasoning for coming this late." An accented voice spoke from behind the giant. The figure nodded and let the Minister enter. Only some candles and a cigar's glow illuminated the darkness.

"Well, well, well. If it ain't my buddy-pal, Beasly. What can I do for ya?"

"I need your help! T-The city! It's being attacked! And Volt's killers are on the loose! They wish to get me!"

The accented one pulled his cigar out of his mouth. He glanced at the quivering Noble.

"And?"

"A-And what?! I need your strength!"

"Well." The stranger placed the cigar back into his mouth, changing its position. "What's in it for me?"

"W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" Beasly almost wailed. "You need to save me! I gave you power and wealth!"

"Really? Because that ain't how I remembered it." He let out a puff. "You found me and begged like a lil' bitch that I restore law and order in this shitty town. And I got these dumbasses back in line and under my control not 'cause of your charity. But 'cause you lacked a pair, buddy-o."

"I BEGGED!? YOU DARE MAKE SUCH CLAIMS?!" Beasly placed a hand on his own chest. "I was the one who found you amongst the wilderness! I should have had you hung for trespassing, but I showed you mercy! If you save me, I will grant you even more wealth and power! You will be a king—NO! An EMPEROR!"

"HA!" The smoker let out a series of coughs whilst giggling. "Now that's a fine tall tale right there! What's next? You're gonna tell me I'm gonna become Celine Dion! I suggest you save your high n' mighty mercy for yourself…"

For the briefest of moments, Beasly felt the other stranger's glare on him. He took a step back, sweat dripping down his face as the hairs on his neck rose. "W-What are you implying?"

The stranger took another puff of his cigar and glanced at the window. Black Dogs clashed against Knights and rioters, staining gray cobble with red. Shaking his head, he let himself smile.

"You know, Beasly." The stranger kicked his feet up against the table, leaning back on his chair. "I used to be just like you."

"I beg your pardon?"

"As in, I was a fucking coward."

Beasly grit his teeth, his tongue loaded. The cloaked man's grin disarmed the Minister's words, as he continued with his own.

"I used to think I was hot shit. All hat, no cattle. Had my big boy pants and told everyone what to do, while hiding behind someone stronger than me. I thought I'd be safe in my big-ol castle." The man rubbed his scars on his face. "Then, some asshole nearly killed me.

"But instead of learning my lesson, I sat in my comfy chair like a lil brat with a thumb up his ass. And, wouldn't ya know it? The same asshole came back and filled my skull with steaming buckshot. I died, tears running down my face and piss flowing out of my pants."

He turned around. His duster and cowboy hat gleamed against the moonlight.

"But I came back. Got revived by some asshole, by mistake. Dying starts making you a bit of a self-reflective type, you see. Sure, I can hide all I want, but at the end of the Day, there's always gonna be that one stubborn nail who's gonna kill my mooks like there's a sale on corn. And for those corn-fed bastards, I'll need to be ready. So I began to train again, augment myself, join several enhancement projects, and ate my veggies."

Pulling out his Colt, he spun it in his hand with his finger through the trigger guard.

"And now, I'm the fuckin' corn-fed bastard. Basically Beasly, you've got to face your problems or they'll keep hunting you until you're six feet down."

The Minister stared at his benefactor, his earlier anger replaced with… a cocktail of emotions he couldn't exactly describe.

"So… what do we do now?"

"We?" The cowboy chuckled. "I'm thinking 'we' take the 'you' out of the picture, comprende?"

"W-Wait! What?! You would betray me?! After everything, I did for you?!"

"As a matter of fact, I am, partner. If you're willin' to betray your own king and queen, I know for a damn good fact I'd be next on the chopping block as soon as you'd get the chance. So I'm just beatin' ya to the punch is all." He shrugged. "You were a good Dog, Beasly. Nothing personal, only business. Deppy put 'er down."

Before Beasly could let out another word, a mechanical hand punched through the Minister's gut, just before smashing him into a fine red paste on the ground. Glancing at the stain, the cowboy turned to his companion.

"Get the other mutts ready, Deppy." He snubbed his cigar over Beasly's unrecognizable corpse, sizzling the cinders out. "I've got a bounty to catch… and I owe an ol' 'friend' a bullet to the dome."

As the Deputy nodded and left, the Sheriff pulled out his quartet-barreled shotgun and reloaded.

Order through fiery law and lead.

I HAVE RETURNED FROM THE GRAVE TO GIVE THE LIVING...FANFICS

Been a long time ain't it. If you're wondering; The Infernal Dawn rewrite is taking real long AND I'm also rewriting 'its always sunny in Axel' since I've been getting back into Fallout. SPEAKING of which, Bethesda got bought by Microsoft and that's based as a fuck.

Anyway off to the reviews:

Danteinfernus: lol more like a straight-up JOJO reference. Also calling Sanford Stan gave me a good laugh, gonna have to integrate that at some point.

Kriegy50: more like illusion Deimos

Perseus12: Dew it - the Senate.

MadnessCombatant: Lol, there are plans for that, but I'm not sure when I'm gonna use it. Anyway thanks, it's funny because my next birthday is in a few days

Omega: True, but I have other plans. Still I very much enjoy your ideas bruva.

BrokenLifeCycle: "Real nice effort, Deutsch-bag!" -the scout, I dunno I haven't played TF2 in a while OH NO THE HEAVY IS DEAD!

Guest1: uhh the whole chapter was a reference to darkest dungeon, so as you can guess it's a reference to the Ancestor

Guest2: You might actually get that at some point.

JensenDaniels32: Glad you seem to be enjoying yourself.

ThatOneGuyUpstairs: The lore in Bloodlust is a mix of the story and lore from Pn2, the series, and a large part of it is inspired by Spirit's own "Hank's Legacy". I also was ironically inspired by works such as the Fallout series and Warhammer 40k. Then again everything is inspired by something.

H20 Ferrum Dominus: There's the high-roller! Glad you liked it!

whatsupman: Thanks!

WarWithoutEnd : Glad ya like it.

jwhzz: like what you're seeing?

SjzBG: I like ur cut, G.

Djpj0322: Thanks, it mean a LOT to me. You have no idea how much it means that you take me as your inspiration. Still I'm also glad to help you with your own story! The Celestial lions are a chad chapter and 40k is just MUA.

Litestryke: Thanks! I hope that you will enjoy this chapter because we are getting to the finale of the feoh/ur arc. Next Arc is gonna be the Clown Arc.

Anyway semi-shitty news is that I might not be able to upload more chapters like last time. I can confirm one or two more chapters and the Arc is finished. As stated above the next arc is going to be the most chaotic one which is the Clown Arc. After all, we shouldn't keep tricky waiting for his "Dear" hanky boy. As for why there are long delays, it's the work scedual. On my end I've got like 5 Fics I'm working AND a novel that I'm planning on writing. So balancing everything out is agony and it sometimes gets worse when the Writers block hit ya. On Spirit's end, IRL stuff has been keeping him and he's also working on his own and editing other people's work. Hell technically this chapter was already done in April, but only NOW we got to finally editing it. I've tried keeping myself busy with Infernal Dawn, Always Sunny in Axel and the two others but it's pretty hard.

Anyways, hope ya all enjoyed this, STAY safe, and see you all next time!