Author Note

Big thanks to Takao-kun for writing this prologue. I know its confusing right now, but I promise it will make sense later. Also be warned its a lot more gruesome that the rest of the story, very gory.

Slayer Gothic – Book 2

Prologue

Mareth. Demon Factory

Months had passed since the "Heroes" had come and shut down the Demon Factory, "liberating" the human cattle that had been held prisoner in this facility. Night and Day they had been pumped full of aphrodisiacs, chemicals that were designed to warp their bodies in order to better increase production, and corruptive drugs, while simultaneously being milked of their tainted cum and milk.

A great many of them had fled as soon as the machinery stopped and they had released them from their harnesses, but others had stayed their minds having broken long ago. The only thing they live for is the constant pleasure that came from be drugged and milked. They had fallen into a mindless orgy with nothing better to do, eventually the demons would return, fix the factory, and place the human cattle back in their harness.

Until the demons came the mindless orgy was watched over by their leaders, individuals that had retained their mind, but were corrupted to the point that all they need to complete their monstrous transformation into demons was the removal of their soul.

Such was the 'Mercy' of the 'Heroes' to kill demons, but spare humans that were obviously corrupted beyond redemption rather than finish them off. Not that they were the only ones at fault, in the months since the factory had been shutdown more than a few of the victims had stumbled upon the Last City of Mareth, Tel'Adre and had reported what had happen to them.

The reports from various victims were compiled, finalized, and delivered to the Mage's Council. The reports would languish for several weeks as the Council discussed more important matters that actually concerned the city itself. When the report would finally be discussed by the Council it would quickly be summarily dismissed as 'Not An Issue That Concerns This City' with orders sent to the City Guard that it was none of their concern.

On the other side, a report would quickly reach the Demon Queen Lethice, upon receiving the news she would vaporize the messenger in her rage and place a bounty on the heads of the 'Heroes' so high that it would drive beings that had previously disliked the demons to reconsider their stance on them due to the reward being offered.

As such until the 'Heroes' were captured or the corruption of Mareth overwhelmed them; there would be no reason to start up the factory again. And as the months passed with no sign of 'Heroes' to found, the demons were unable to verify they had been captured or that Mareth had transformed or corrupted them into something else.

Those that remained at the factory remained safe from the factions of Mareth. One side refusing to have anything to do with them and other knowing that they would still be there when they could finally use them again. Such was their complacency that they never even considered someone or something would come seeking them and would have no desire for anything they could offer.

It began like any other day the broken continuing their ever mindless orgy, as one of the handlers beginning to feel sluggish, he/she left the main chamber of the factory and went to the break room for the wonderful coffee they had discovered a few weeks after being freed while searching for a change of scenery to have sex. They all took a perverse sense of pleasure having on sex the Overseer's desk as while making as much of a mess as possible.

As the herm finished preparing hir coffee, she/he began to feel hot breath prickling the back of hir neck, and began stroke hir aroused massive corrupted phallus believing that one of her fellow handlers had followed hir here for a more private session. Turning around the leering she/he discovered that he/she couldn't have been further from the truth.

Looking up in shock he/she didn't even have time to utter a word before a hand grabbed hir head and lifted hir up above the ground, now hir huge ball sack was hanging down and getting in the way of hir legs attempting to kick out.

The hand's grip on hir head tightened, there was a moment of muffled scream from hir as she felt hir head slowly being crushed from the pressure, then the muscles connected to the hand ceased to hold back and this pulped hir head in an instant.

There was a snort of disgust as the headless body hit the floor, blood gushing out of where the head had been and started to spread across the floor of the break room.

Turning about hir killer moved to leave while running it's right hand along the wall smearing some of the remains across and leaving grooves in the wall.

Then it headed north following the stench of sex, musk, cum, milk, and too many sweaty bodies that had gone with out any form of hygiene products for too long. Soon it passed through Pump Room where the corrupted fluids from the human cattle would have been stored before being dumped into the Lake below attempting to overwhelm the last source of purity left on Mareth.

Now for the first time since its construction, the machinery lay silent and unused, the only sound coming from the factory now came in the form of the moans of pleasures and cries of joy that were being released from the corrupted human cattle that had remained in the factory. They were desperately attempting to regain even a fraction of the pleasure they'd once enjoyed while in their harnesses while they were being milked for their fluids.

It approached the mindless orgy that took up the whole floor of the Main Chamber in the factory, its heavy steps would have echoed loudly across the floor had it not been drowned out by the noise they herms generated in their activities.

The handler of the orgy closest to the entrance became it's second victim as it drew out it's axe and casually bisected hir. The top half was separated from the rest at the wasit.

Most of the torso went flying into the orgy due to the force of the separation where it was quickly grabbed by others to have hir breasts groped and massive dicks shoved repetitively into someone's mouth. Both hir killer and death were completely ignored by those that made up the orgy.

The few handlers that were left more than made up for the lack of reaction from the rest of the orgy. Screaming loudly in terror, at such a casual display of extreme violence that they had all but forgotten existed.

Having grown so used to Mareth where rape was considered the most common and usual punishment, with many coming to enjoy being defeated or punished in such a way. The idea of actually killing another being, had become almost forbidden knowledge to these humans. The handlers for the first time realized they weren't in control and that they had nothing to offer the killer that it wanted.

No longer knowing of any other way to react, they desperately offered it their bodies to use, even as it grabbed the leg of the next handler and dragged hir across the floor. She/he screamed in pain before the killer raise hir up in the air and smashed hir into the floor. Hir bones loudly cracking from the impact as it lifted hir up again and smashed hir into the floor once again. Hir head burst like a ripe melon upon impacting the floor a second time and hir brain landing with a wet splat some distance away.

It continued to repeatedly smash the handler's corpse into the floor even as the body was reduced to the consistency of ground beef, blood and bones smeared the cracked floor. Finally as it lifted the corpse up once more the leg broke sending the body flying up to impact the ceiling before coming down with a meaty slap as it landed.

As the monster, for there was no other word that the remaining handlers could find to better describe the being as not even the demons had been this evil to them. Turned its attention to the next handler he/she pathetically begged for mercy while trying to run away, hir own oversized balls, breasts, and cock making this a moot effort as moving at any speed other than a walk would send them swinging and swaying into other body parts. As hir legs collided with hir balls, the handler fell to the floor in pain, behind hir came the clopping of hooves across the floor before silence.

It came down on hir back with one hoof going straight through hir torso as the other leg went down to one knee beside the body quickly going through death spasms as the lost of so many vital organs at once, this sent the body into shock as she bleed out.

Standing up and turning it's attention to the last handler, who had been attempting to quietly leave the room, it stopped after the first step upon discovering the body of the previous handler remained on it's hoof. Shaking its leg and giving a few vicious kicks the body went flying off and impacted the wall with a wet thump and fell to the floor.

It's long legs allowed it to quickly catch up with the last handler, and with a swipe of it's axe he/she had hir legs severed at the knees. She crashed to ground crying with the severed stumps of hir legs bleeding out while he/she futilely kicked. Slowly the monster raised it's axe over it's head before swiftly bringing it down splitting hir head in two and driving the axe to dig a deep groove into the floor.

With all those that had chosen to stay of their own free will and could actually flee now dead, it moved on to the mindless human cattle that had long ago been broken, that even now continued their orgy without any notice to the death being sown around them.

Their deaths were mercifully quick and painless compared to that of their handlers, with the snapping of the necks being the primary method. The only one that had any warning of their impending doom would be those that notice the sudden lack of pleasure they were getting from the those fucking them or when those they were fucking suddenly stopped moaning in pleasure.

The only exception to this was one that ended up spraying their large release all over the being that had come to kill them. That one was torn limb from limb starting with the disgusting thing that had just covered the monster in corruptive fluids.

With death of the last of the corrupted human cattle, the factory was finally blissfully silent. The monster basked in the silence of the factory before leaving, a trail of bloody hoof prints marking its passage. As it stepped outside the factory a drop of water fell on it's face, looking up in the sky it saw dark stormy clouds gathering over the mountains for the first time since its coming to Mareth.

More drops of water soon followed turning into a sprinkle, then a shower, and finally a downpour from the sky.

Dark laughter echoed into the mountains and sent flights of harpies into the air as the winged creatures found themselves filled with a desire to flee.