Temporal Anomaly

by sexulpenut

In which Oma Zi-O, after being erased from history, finds himself in the world of Midgard during the era of the Intoners and everything changes from there.

5. Three's Punishment

It struck Sougo as strange just how pure the air felt from the heights only a dragon could sore, and the sight from the balcony jutting from the back of Castle Doran was nothing short of majestic. Sure, it was the same old sight of lakes and forests stretching out below like a green and blue tapestry that had that eerie tragic feel like everywhere else, but it was a far cry from the seemingly endless, bleak deserts back at his home timeline.

For it was thoughts of his home world that plagued his mind that chilly morning, thoughts that only an icy breeze could wash away. On those kinds of days, they seemed just a little too hot to cool the thoughts off, almost like the stagnant winds for anyone under his tightly controlled reign.

He wondered if that said anything about him, besides the obvious, that he created such a world in the first place.

It was in the middle of those heavy thoughts that the door behind him opened and shut with a soft squeak and thump, and then, one drowsy Zero in light pink bedwear leaned against the balcony rail right next to him.

"You really need to leave a note for Five before you disappear from bed!" She grumbled, letting out a small yawn, "The pig was chowing down on everything she could get her fat fingers on because 'I can't drink his sweet nectar!'"

"I will do that," Sougo assured her almost of handedly, as if he was barely listening.

"Don't just brush me off, I thought I warned you before that..." The eldest Intoner started until she saw the far off look in his eyes - a look she saw too many times in the mirror, "Sorry… Don't think I've seen you this deep in thought."

"You normally aren't up this early," The Demon King retorted before he gestured at the still gray sky, "In fact normally Four is the only one up early enough to see me slip away."

"Let me guess. She gets up early every morning to cook you breakfast in bed in order to lord it over us?"

"Close," He flashed Zero a slight smile, "Gets up to clean this ancient hold wherever she can, believe it or not."

"I believe it," To her surprise, a chuckle slipped past her lips, "So, what has you up here thinking this early?"

Sougo's face instantly fell back into a stony stare, "Listening to the ticking of the clock. The clock of the world," He added on that last part hastily, "It's faint and slowing to a stop as we speak, but... it's there. I can't help but wonder how a world that looks so lush and green can be plagued by such a large shadow of death and despair."

"You make it sound like you didn't really ruin your world," The white haired woman deadpanned, only to get a sigh in response.

"True, but that man feels further and further away each day…" Silence fell over the couple for a few moments before he continued, "I must confess that there is another reason, something that's been on my mind since my talk with Four."

"And what would that be?" Zero's question was met by even more silence.

After a bit, Sougo began to speak slowly as if carefully choosing his words, "When I told her about it not being her right to kill the elves just because they existed… well… It reminded me of a very idealistic young man. When I was the overlord of my world, many people came to slay me. Some came to take my empire, some for silly idealistic views, some to test their limits, and some that I truly believe were suicidal, but they all perished like so many before and after. All except for one.

"That young man was the only one to face me more than once, each time escaping only because… only because I couldn't bring myself to kill him. He felt so familiar, like someone I left behind so many years ago, with strength to come close to my own. I should have killed him, should have torn down the only threat to my throne, but…" Sougo cleared his throat and averted his eyes, "He ended up being the last person I saw before I 'died'."

"That boy came to me in my final hours, fighting far from his mind. Instead, we talked," A dry chuckle bubbled forth from the young looking man's throat, "He admonished me, looked me straight in the eyes and admonished me. He told me that the empire that I had built was worth no more than the dirt it had become. It was the first time anyone spit straight in my face like that or turned away from my legacy of power. And do you know what he did next?"

It took Zero a moment to realize the question was real, "I take it he's the one to finally kill you," When her king burst out into even more dry laughter a light blush creeped up her cheeks.

"No, no he didn't. Quite the opposite in fact. He told me there was still hope left, that there was still a slight tick in my world's clock, that it only needed one thing to restart everything anew. In my infinite wisdom, I thought he was foolish, crazy even, yet, the smile he gave to me and the confidence in his eyes was almost… reassuring, like he knew something I didn't. A kid fifty years my junior knowing something I didn't..." Once more he paused to chuckle and smile at his lover.

"I should have laughed in his face and cast him out, but his words, his convictions, they were more powerful than mine ever were. In moments I truly believed in him, believed that my world was salvageable, then he turned to leave. I felt myself fade as he walked away. There I was dying, and he didn't even come to claim my throne. No, he stopped at one of my bone dry planters, carefully planted a seed for the future, and left me to die.

"Now I'm here once more listening to the ticking of a living world. I'm here wondering what happened to that seed, what happened to my home. Is it a kingdom worth ruling once more? Or is it just as ruined as the day I left? Perhaps one day I can return and see, but, until then, I want to see what ruling a still living world is like."

"That's…" Zero couldn't even think of what to say, honestly more than a tad put off by the sheer openness Sougo was currently showing, "No wonder you feel more merciful than when I first met you."

"Have I grown that soft so fast? I guess age really does that to a man."

She looked the young man next to her up and down with the same amount of wonder and trepidation as before. Sougo was no more than a teenager, barely out of the acne phase, yet he held himself with such confidence and power… and with such weight on his shoulders. His eyes shouldn't have held such wisdom and age, nor should his words have wrought either given how youthful he looked; all of it made his story feel so genuine in spite of what her eyes drank in.

"So… how old is our ancient time king?" The white haired woman finally asked, if awkwardly, not knowing what else to say to break through that strange mood. It seemed to work, much to her relief, given the amused snort Sougo let out.

"Not that old. I still had a harem of the most nubile women beneath me every night after all, but, if you must know, I was sixty-nine when I died."

"You're telling me I'm in— fucking a sixty-nine year old?!" There was no holding back the raw shock in Zero's voice.

"Worried that you might be turning into Three or Five?" Sougo chuckled, completely nonplussed at her outburst, "Don't put too much stock in age, my dear."

"I guess," The eldest Intoner's eyes lowered in jaded and cynical reminiscence, "Just not the best experience with men on the older side of living. Although, I guess they aren't different from other men in general; can't trust any of them. The minute you let your guard down, they plunge the knife deep in your back and tear your heart out!" She stopped herself to regain her bearings from that bitter memory, and a sheepish look overtook her face for a second after the admission, "Let's just say that I've had to tear out plenty of their hearts to get where I am at this point."

"I find it easier to just evaporate them," The joke came so suddenly that she couldn't hold back another low chuckle.

"If only I had the option," The mirth instantly drained from Zero's face as some unknown expression formed on her face, "Now, I'm so used to blood on my hands that it seems to make me more powerful. Just how many people do you have to kill for things to come to that?"

"Who knows," The Demon King shrugged, "No doubt plenty more ahead anyways, so there's no use in worrying about it. None of those men amounted to anything."

"Not like you..." Those words were so soft that they barely reached his ears, "...What if I were to slay you like so many before?"

"You couldn't," Sougo shrugged once again, "Even in my sleep your blade wouldn't get past my breast before time had stopped and you were torn asunder."

"So you would kill me?"

"Of course not. I could just as easily tear your arms off and keep you on a leash," To his slight confusion, he saw her simply close those rose colored eyes in reflection.

"Even if I tried to kill you, you wouldn't kill me like so many before?" She repeated in a hushed whisper.

"You would still be useful as my personal tool after all," The young looking man furrowed his brow in concern as his lover began to slightly tremble, "I am not much different than those other men beyond my power, you know."

"No… They wouldn't care enough to take care of their… tool," The original Intoner spit the word out, reopening her eyes as she stared straight into Sougo's own carefully watching pair, "But you… You saved my life, restored my body, and, as much as I detest them right now, are trying to save my family from themselves. You are the only person capable of destroying the bastard gods above that used my body and the only one capable of satisfying it's voracious appetite, all of our appetites," She paused for almost a minute to stare out at the bountiful land being sped past, "Why did you give Four that 'Ridewatch'? I have been by your side so much longer."

"Why does it matter?" Sougo sighed, as if sensing the drama that was coming up, "I didn't want my back as torn up as the bed when we had sex, so I gave it to her."

"'Why does it matter?' he says, completely ignorant of his partner's thoughts like the moron he is." Zero finally turned her head towards him so he could see the genuine hurt in her eyes, "I finally decide a man is worth standing by, and he chooses my bitchy, fake-as-all-hell sister to get the first gift!"

"I was planning to give you all one, but she simply needed it more at the time. Did you see those claws she had?"

"Promises, promises, promises," She grumbled in a truly juvenile fashion, "And when were you going to do that?"

Urgh, just saying that made her stomach roil, especially with the feelings the man before brought up in her. She hated herself for sounding so damn needy, as if his undivided attention could make everything she knew feel valid even after everything she experienced up until this point. Maybe she truly was Four and Five's bloody sister in all of the ways that truly mattered.

And yet, she couldn't help herself.

She couldn't help wanting - no, demanding that he make her the center of his world. As much as it appalled Zero to admit, her feelings were so out in the open for Sougo - and her sisters - to see and bear witness to in all of their sappy and messy glory.

All thanks to that damnable thing the Demon King brought with him; that damnable thing that was torn from her by everyone in her life, that damnable hope.

How could she even process such a stupid concept at this point?

How and why did such a small word fill her with such fear?

"Perhaps when you all became my queens," Despite how casually he slipped it into the conversation, his lover couldn't help but do a double take, "I decided that would be the only time I could trust all of you enough. Four's watch is rather harmless, especially without the proper knowledge to use its abilities, so I don't mind letting her hold onto it. The rest, however, are all powerful weapons in their own right."

"Oh… I didn't know…"

"I was hoping my plans would remain a surprise," Sougo's hardened tone shift made Zero swallow the hard ball in her throat, "Who knows, maybe I won't want you and your sisters as my queens after my journey. After all, what king needs women constantly questioning his judgement and questioning his feelings any time he moves more than five feet away?"

"I don't… I didn't mean… I'm sorry," Her eyes fell to the forest below, beyond embarrassed at how immature her behavior was just now. Fuck, she thought that she was beyond that schoolgirl bullshit by now.

With a sigh, her king hooked a finger beneath her chin and pulled her face back up to his, a face that was suddenly so close their lips nearly touched.

"Don't be, my dear, it is one of your more endearing traits," Before the white-haired woman could respond, his lips were pressing into hers in a strong, passionate kiss.

She found herself grabbing at the railing for support as he almost pushed her over the edge with the sudden assault, and her other arm wrapped around his thin shoulders to pull him deeper into the same kiss she found herself melting into. Zero's heart stayed beating rapidly when her king finally parted their lips and his tongue filled her mouth. Against her better judgement, a low moan hummed past her own tongue at his strong taste before it twined around his, gently battling against. For a few minutes, the lovers stayed locked together in a surprisingly soft and lingering kiss, then, without warning, Sougo pulled away to leave the Intoner panting with a full on flush on her pale cheeks and a string of spit connecting their tongues.

"Do you feel better now?" He teased and let one hand run through her snow-white hair. Yet, she couldn't help but feel guilt bubble up through her stomach.

"No," The eldest Intoner admitted, "I think we need to discuss my past. You can't say you like me or my sisters without—"

"I already know," Sougo interrupted with a shrug in contrast to the widening eyes of Zero, the memories of their first meeting rushing forth in mind, "Before I took the Flower from your eye I explored all of your memories. Why do you think I saved you in the first place?"

"Because you're a lecherous bastard?"

"Because you're strong in all the ways that matter," He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling her arm away and turning, "Although, I will admit that I should have told you sooner… Rose."

"Then you would know she is long dead," Zero scowled at her king's retreating back, but, to her surprise, he stopped and turned with one foot still out.

"So was Sougo Tokiwa."

With that, the Demon King disappeared into the inside of Castle Doran, leaving Zero to ponder on just what that meant for their future together.

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For a moment, Three didn't know why she woke up. Light was still streaming through her window, so it wasn't time to get up. Octa wasn't at her side shaking her awake, nor was there a new doll trying to talk to her. So what was it?

A few noises from outside made the pale skinned woman tilt her head and rub the sleep from her eyes. They sounded like people talking, shouting even, and lots of… footsteps? She slipped from the bed already dressed and stretched.

The light from her windows shined on her pale, flawless skin until it almost looked like porcelain cut through with pale, blue cracks and through her flowing curtain of purple hair that rested against the middle of her back. Her gauntleted hands patted down the light, purple fabric of her dress to ensure that the hem was hanging around her thighs instead of stuck on her small, round butt again, then she adjusted the dark purple bust so the straps along her chest were pulled back into position and her firm, C-cup breasts weren't threatening to pop out. Granted, the dark fabric still ran rather low and her shoulder baring sleeves were still lazily hanging down and letting the almost white fabric attached to it hang all the way down to her elbows, but it was better than being completely indecent.

On her way to the balcony, Three pulled her scissors from her night table and took a moment to clip her hair back to the shoulder length that she preferred before sliding her round, black shield onto her arm, just in case. At the very least the sheet of metal matched her gauntlets and the armored boots that disappeared beneath her skirt.

When she went through the opening to her balcony to look out at the ground, the third youngest Intoner's already cold-blood ran all the way to sub-zero.

There, in the front of her domain, sat a huge, purple Wyvern-like creature seemingly merged with a castle, an idea that almost made her rush for her journal if not for the endless stream of people disappearing inside of it. Except… something else was off.

Those people looked so familiar, as if she should know them all, yet they were far too ugly and human to be her lovingly crafted dolls. Then, when Three saw a green woman, a yellow woman, and a white woman all ushering those people inside, it hit her.

Her sisters were stealing HER dolls!

"Octa!" She called, her voice not yet betraying the seething anger inside, "Octa! Octa!" After three calls, annoyance seeped into her voice, "OCTA!"

When her faithful servant and Disciple didn't appear, the purple haired woman marched her way down the hall. She was going to find her sisters, she was going to get her dolls back, then Octa was going to explain to her where he was that entire time. Gods above help him if he wasn't on the verge of death!

Her fuming wasn't helped by the echo of her heels clacking through the far too empty wooden halls. Did they really take all of her dolls? She certainly didn't see any of her lovely playthings that she so thoughtfully scattered about in various poses and states of decoration, nor did she even smell the cloyingly sweet perfume they filled the air with. At least they weren't too hard to remake, especially if she caught her dastardly sisters and…

A lightbulb went off over Three's head that actually brought a smile to her face. Her sisters would make excellent dolls! Or even one perfect doll to replace them all. It could have Zero's eyes, Five's figure, Four's hands, Two's face, and, of course, One's hair. Oh! It would be so perfect! All she had to do was go down there and give each of them a few snips and—

What Three saw in the entrance to the outside world immediately washed all of those thoughts away.

Right in the middle of the tree trunk was Octa with a man in strange black and gold armor and two of her lovely dolls. The armored man didn't seem like her Disciple's captive. No, they talked quite amicably, quite like they were allies, but perhaps the silly old man just needed some help stopping this travesty. Despite her best efforts to give the small crowd the benefit of the doubt, her eyes still narrowed and her throat still began to lightly hum in preparation for a song.

As she watched, the armored man lifted a hand with some strange red and blue device in it, releasing a cloud of ominous yellow smoke that filled the area. It was something Octa must have been expecting as he quickly covered his mouth and nose before Three's vision was obscured, so she continued to watch in order to decide the Disciple's fate. If those toys came out better than ever, then perhaps she would finally play with Octa for the first time in forever, otherwise…

The purple haired woman clicked her scissors together impatiently as she waited, a frown taking over her normally passive face the longer the cloud lingered. When it finally dispersed, her brow furrowed even deeper.

The old Disciple still stood next to the armored person, but the other two had… regressed.

No longer did they have the sweet perfume or the cute little stagger like newborn babies; instead they were able to jog into the line forming at the door as another two came forth. A fire began to burn in her heart at the sight. They were taking her dolls away from her! And Octa… and Octa...

"Octa…" Her voice was so light and sweet that it shouldn't have been heard all the way down there, but both men immediately snapped their heads up. At the very least the old fool was smart enough to look terrified at her slouching figure.

"L-Lady Three!" He stammered and hastily bowed, "I'm so sorry for waking you, and—"

"What are you doing?" The hard snipping of her weapons backed the cold question and made her Disciple take a few steps back.

"My lady…" His eyes jerked back and forth as if the stones of the hall held the answer, "We were just—"

"We were releasing your prisoners," The armored man's voice was strange and echoey as if coming through a filter.

"If murder is worse than assault, then what is worse than thievery?" Three's purple eyes narrowed, "Is the knife of a confidente more painful than the tusk of a boar? Tell me Octa."

"I wasn't betraying you!" The blathering old fool lied, "This is for your own good! Now—"

"Now I can play with you instead of my beloved creations? Do you really think my honey will flow if you are my only option?"

"That's not… That's not the only reason. Lady Three, please listen to me. You can be so much happier if you set your dolls aside and start anew with wood or clay! Just think how much fun putting on a puppet show for your loving Disciple would be!"

"I had puppets…" Anger began to seep into her otherwise calm tone, "And you took them from me, you cierde viejo."

"Fue por tu propio bien," The armored man shot back, throwing off the purple haired Intoner so much that she lost her train of thought, "Ellas estaban en el infierno, y tú también lo estás. Puedes acabar con esto y unirte a mí, o tendré que arrancarte al resto por la fuerza. Espero que al menos tengas algo de humanidad… tan irónico que viene de mí."

"My own… good?!" She suddenly exclaimed, beyond offended that this condescending miscreant would dare claim such a thing in her face after all that he'd done, "All I have are my wondrous creations! Years of hard work destroyed in seconds! Do you know how much stuffing and slack you need to get those rosy cheeks to the perfect baby-like squishiness? The bodies perfectly plump like beautiful cherubs? Or even the perfect concoction of their various paints to get the right colors and perfumes dulces? No! If a master is not allowed to practice, how do they become a master? Skill only comes in the absence of perfection, and I was on the verge of no longer needing skill!"

"And how many soldiers did you torture for that?" He countered with a slight shake of his head, "How long do you think they lived in pain and suffering before we came along?"

"Does it matter? They all came willingly to me… well... most of them did, and I helped plenty of them live their dreams while I took measurements."

"My lady!" Octa gasped, "Don't tell me—"

"Are you really jealous?" Three sneered at how predictable her Disciple was, "If you want to be a doll that bad, I can arrange for you to be a nice muñeca del abuelo, perfect for starting a nice family. Or are you simply so lecherous that you see sex as something truly worth betraying for? I pity the fool who lives for the taste of honey when a needle and thread can be just as delicious."

"Well, perhaps having my measurements taken would be—" The old Disciple's excited words were cut off by a black gauntlet grabbing his shoulder.

"Octa," The armored man warned lowly and dangerously, "I will not tolerate a turncoat away from my side."

"Of course, of course. My priorities escaped me for a bit there my overlord," Octa chuckled sheepishly, giving an apologetic smile to his Intoner, but it only met a coldly burning stare.

"So you really have betrayed me… my not so faithful servant," The coldness in her voice made the old man tremble some more, but, before he could defend himself, a slight smile took her face, "Well, I can make sure you never stray again after I deal with our intruders."

"You can't hope to defeat him," The old man pleaded, "Please, my dear, just take the knee like I have, and—"

"You seem to be somewhat confused, Octa," The purple haired woman raised a hand, and a purple circle overtook the mark on Octa's forehead, making him choke and tremble, "A Disciple doesn't choose his Intoner; an Intoner chooses her Disciple."

The sheer foolishness of her Disciple brought a strange feeling bubbling up her chest. Was it… mirth? The alien sound of high pitched, cackling laughter burst forth in answer, so much that she had to throw her head back to let it all escape. As if her laughter was a cue, the old man threw his hands high in the air and threw his head back as well, but what came from his lips wasn't laughter but an intonation.

"Behold! The third song!" His old vocal cords seemed to crack a little with his cry, "Quickened Puppets of Antiquity! The raging demon's deathly gaze… The army of heretics that rejects the natural cycle… Render into ash the powers of reason and order! I, Octa… summon thee in my name… Armisael, invade!"

The intonation began to mingle with Three's laughter in a horrific melody, and a huge purple light filled the trunk before coalescing in a thick ball of energy high above like a bright, burning purple sun. From that sun huge dolls dropped to clatter to the ground, seeming limp and lifeless at first before jerking to their feet. Each beautiful baby was made of segmented wood on glowing purple joints with heads that had glowing eyes and smiles set in almost sinister sneers. As the laughter changed to a familiar haunting tune, what was left of her cute, precious dolls staggered forth from their rooms, each one decked in full arms and armor with hearts burning only for her.

Soon, her intruders would learn exactly what they pried from her hands. They would learn the true power of her perfected dolls.

"...Do you actually believe an army can stop me when so many others have stood and fallen before me?"

The sheer hubris in that question forced the Intoner to stop her cackling and stare in befuddlement. Why wasn't he acting like everyone else before him? Was he that stupid?

The stupid, destesable armored man laughed, laughed at her, laughed at her dolls. That laughter was cocky and grating, making her scissors snap as if to cut the noise away, "I could just wipe them all away with a thought," The very idea brought an edge to the song echoing through the trees, "But why don't we play a game and see whose dolls are stronger?"

The stranger's black gauntlet slid against his arm, and a strange dark red symbol surrounded by yellow flashed. Then, there was a second stranger standing there as if he appeared from thin air.

"Yo!"

This newcomer that just gave a peculiar salute was armored much like the gaudily dressed stranger, but with simpler navy blue armor with silver accents, red gauntlets, and a red accented helmet with a purple face plate and silver horns.

Without a word, the newcomer threw a black disc to the floor that expanded into a huge, black shield-like object with a golden symbol in the middle reminiscent of three fireballs spinning around and pulled two black taiko drumsticks from his belt.

"Ongeki Da: Ikki Kasei no Kata!"

Three could only watch with a dumbfounded look on her face as this strange man jumped forward and began to bang on the disc like some sort of monkey. To her surprise, every strike sent a wave of sound that not only shook the tree but seemed to clash with her beautiful song.

Every time her song faltered thanks to that detestable banging, her lovely dolls stopped before the shockwave sent them stumbling back, so the purple haired Intoner sang even louder, so loud that no noise could stop her. For a moment, her voice shook the trees with its intensity and overpowered every shockwave, but her vocal cords couldn't keep up with the strain, petering back down to the original octave while the drumming began to drown her out again.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

The dreadful noise almost brought tears of frustration to her eyes as her dolls seemed to lose all of their power until they were no better than statues.

Then, another dark yellow flash caught her purple eyes right before a new armored man joined the fray.

"The laws of victory have been decided!"

This one was the most outlandish of the three, dressed in a white armor covered in red, orange, purple, and blue lines and vials, some even in the place of where his eyes should be, but, even stranger, this one had no weapons in sight.

Instead, he simply lowered a vial covered gauntlet and gripped the lever on his belt before eagerly cranking it at full speed.

''ONE SIDE! GYAKU SIDE! ALL SIDES! READY, GO! GENIUS FINISH!"

The lines and vials on the white armored man began brightly glowing, and, before Three could question this development, he began to let out a thick rainbow cloud from the many vials on him. Just the sight of that cloud made Three want to scream and shout in frustration as it filled the entire area and swallowed her army one by one, and all of her precious work was torn away by those cursed men. Even so, she still held onto some hope that when the cloud parted her precious ones would still be alright, no matter how much those dark silhouettes shrunk and changed.

When the cloud parted, the purple haired woman was subjected not just to the sight of her dolls as ugly humans but to the sight of their cuteness getting torn away. The wooden limbs of the huge babies jerked around like they were having seizures as the wood sloughed away before evaporating in the air as if someone was whittling them back to size. First went their plump little legs, then went their pudgy arms, their soft bellies, even their darling, squishable faces, all turned thin and gangly, flat and muscular, or even porcinely plump, all ugly. Her soldiers were at least covered in so much armor that their transformation was less painful to watch, but she could still see the skin bulging out beneath the plates getting sunk in and their glass eyes turning into wet jelly.

Then, all that was left were humans lying on the forest ground, groaning and writhing to various degrees, but all returned to the state they were before being experimented on.

In an instant, Three's song came to an abrupt stop, filling the room with a cold silence. She stood at the railing to the stairs and clenched it so tightly that her knuckles turned white as her breath began to come in ragged gasps. No longer could she keep the bubbling rage from bursting forth in a gut wrenching screech.

"NO! NO! NO! GIVE THEM BACK!" Tears streamed down her eyes as she stomped her feet like a child in a shop having the toys they wanted taken away, filling the area with a dull but harsh thudding, "Those were my dolls! My years of hard work! You had no right to take them from me! You— You— bastardo! Now give them back! Give my cute babies back!"

"No, Three," The man Octa had called his overlord simply shook his head, "They were never yours in that way."

"SHUT UP!" Three screeched so hard it felt like her vocal cords began to bleed and slammed her fists onto the wooden banister until it began to crack, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I made them! They were mine! They were all I had!"

"That's a shame, but it doesn't have to be that way," He offered his black gauntleted hand from where he stood so far away, "If you stop this madness now and come with me, you can have all the willing playthings you want and so much more… so long as they don't involve your own subjects or people just living their lives. As Octa suggested, perhaps you could even create new dolls from wood or clay, beautiful dolls to last a lifetime. The possibilities are endless if you're willing to expand your mind beyond the box you trapped yourself and your citizens in."

"Who do you think you are?!" With a frantic sweep of her arm, one of the scissors sheared right through the thick trunk beside her, "If you don't give them back right now, you will become my next doll!" She gouged out more of the trunk with another sob filled screech.

"Have your way then. Hibiki… finish this," The cold command brought a nod from the navy suited man.

With a flourish, he pulled a small blade from his hip and held it in front of himself, and a blaze of red fire l enveloped his body.

When it disappeared the suit was red with bizzare, added parts instead of just dark blue and the blade flickered with flames, flames that were raised right at the bawling Intoner.

Through her angry and hate-filled tears, the third youngest Intoner stared at him in his unfeeling mask as his hands readied for a big swipe, even as the flames began to grow into an impossibly long blade of fire. She stared at all of the damnable men in their blank masks with all of the anger and pain she could muster, as if trying to cut them down with a look alone. Perhaps, if they weren't so foolish, they would cower and beg, but, instead, the thin pillar of flame streaked upwards.

"Kishin Kakusei!"

A quick sidestep was all that saved Three from getting a smoldering furrow through her body like the staircase and a good portion of the wall. A crackling noise and splinters filled the air as the staircase lurched to the side and sent the pale woman stumbling to the side before she caught herself on the railing, putting her in the perfect doubled-over position to see the sword streak upwards again.

Rather than cutting at her face, the beam sliced the staircase to her other side so she was standing on a completely severed segment of stairs, a segment already twisting and buckling with an even louder crackling. For a moment, she felt the world turn upside down and her body jerk against the railing hard enough to snap the pieces off into her hand, then the upside down floor rushed at the top of her head.

The last thought she had before darkness flashed into her mind with a sickening smack was pure hatred for the so-called overlord.

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"Gods above…" Four muttered beneath her breath as the stream of people just kept coming and coming, "Just how many people did she experiment on?"

"I remember a handful of people from the Forest Country stumbling into my domain a year ago that were rambling about a purple monster… in retrospect that should have been a clue," Five admitted, having the decency to sound sheepish while she gave the restored citizens comforting pats on the back and helped them through the entrance and towards a proper place to rest and recover from what had been done to them.

Four couldn't even bother to muster up the usual energy needed to criticize her only younger sister for her negligence as she took in the sight of so many people filling up the seemingly endless ballroom of Castle Doran; beaten and broken in ways that weren't just physical.

Green eyes landed on what seemed to be a mother and daughter pair hugging each other as if they thought that they were never going to see the other again, both silently crying tears of joy at their unlikely reunion. Not too far away, a small child slowly approached a small girl like he saw a ghost, only to run up to her and almost knock her down with a wail as an old man watched the two with a dejected frown as he stared down at a doll of straw in his hand. One man barely even looked up from where he sat slouched against the wall when she placed a jug of water at his feet, not even touching the jug until she was on to the next person and, even then, only to take a sloppy drink that spilled all over his chest. In the farthest corner sat a redheaded woman cradling what was once her arm as if it was the first time she saw she had lost it, and another man with brown eyes stared in total shock at his missing legs.

...When did her sister become such a monster?

"Seems obvious to me, given how that nutcase has been acting all the goddamn time." Zero shook her head with a sigh, scratching her head as she looked around at the experimented denizens of the Land of Forests. She couldn't believe anyone with such tortured looks as theirs would ever smile again, "What is Sougo thinking letting that crazy bitch live?"

"Don't be like that!" The brown haired Intoner chastised, "She's still our sister, and our king has powers far beyond ours. Perhaps he can restore her mind by reverting it."

"She was always crazy. No time reverting will fix her fucked up mind," Even as she said this, the eldest Intoner let her eyes take in the same masses of recovering zombies as Four was, "Maybe one of his Ridewatches makes him a therapist?"

"I would love to lay on his couch and let him… work through my issues," The blonde woman giggled, a glaringly happy sound that bounced against the sobs and wails, "But you might actually be right. Do you remember those dolls in the castle of Bass, Four? From back when we were kids?"

"The ones that were just a patchwork of human child skin and flesh?" Four shuddered at the memory of the previous Lord of the Country of Sands and his cruel, depraved reign and domain, "Yeah, and Three was so happy to snatch it up despite its rancid smell. You think what we experienced at that place might have something to do with Three's actions?"

"It's more than a possibility. I wonder if any of them were stitched together?" The youngest Intoner tapped her chin in thought, "And I wonder if she would be able to give someone two dicks."

"Five, can you stop being a slut for one second? Especially when it comes to… I don't know… cutting dicks off and sewing them onto people?" Zero groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose, "Maybe we should just have her take some of the stuffing from your disgusting tits? I'm sure Four would appreciate some."

"HEY!" The other two sisters snapped.

"You're just jealous that I have the most luscious, suckable, squeezable, fuckable tits around!"

"And I don't need mine to be any bigger! Our king happens to like my cute stature and the tightness of my curves! What do you have other than…" The petite Intoner looked to her buxom sister for help.

"Other than your biting tongue that isn't even soft enough to lap at his royal scepter!"

"Ugh," The white haired woman groaned again, "Do we always have to bitch about this? Just take the joke and move on you ditzy blonde! Never mind! At least it seems like Sougo is almost done there."

Sure enough, the steady flow began to stem as the sisters bantered. The people quickly changed from plainly dressed peasants to armored soldiers that rattled from how much they shook and had the same shell shocked faces. When Zero went to push one towards one of the set up chairs, his hand clamped tight on her arm, and his eyes burrowed right into her rose colored pools with the look of a man on the verge of snapping. For the first time that day, one of the healed people truly spoke.

"Help me," His voice was whispery and scratchy as if it hadn't been used in years, yet it was dripping with fear and pain, "Don't let her have me again. She is an angel of death."

"We all are, now let go of me," The eldest sister of the Intoners growled and pried his fingers off of her arm.

When the metal grip was gone, pink marks had dug deep enough into her arm that they stayed for a few moments. Perhaps some of those men were crazy enough to deserve what they got. No sooner was the thought through her mind than she was shaking it away, something that surprised her almost as much as a scrawny hand clasping her shoulder.

"Good job, my dears," Sougo's words were directed at them all, but his eyes lingered on Zero long enough to make her heart skip a beat, "Octa here was just telling me that he might be able to prepare the Forest Country for them in only a few days, so rest assured our living situation will be a temporary ordeal."

The Disciple in question looked a bit disoriented as Sougo had a hand on the shorter man's arm to support him standing straight. In the king of time's other arm was Three, lying unconscious on his shoulder and looking so peaceful that one could have sworn she was taking one of her habitual naps.

"What about sex?" Five almost whined, "I don't want them to see your magnificent body and try to take it for themselves! Or just… kill the mood."

"Idiot!" The white haired Intoner snapped, "We still have the bedroom! Is exhibition all you think about now?"

"Rest assured," Their king interrupted before Five could reply, "I have no intentions of displaying myself before them, but your turn will have to wait," He slapped the small back of the unconscious Intoner draped over his shoulder with a sly grin, "Your sister needs a special touch. For now, just make sure these people are fed and happy… well, maybe except for Five. Would you happen to have a few stow away toys you brought with you?"

The blonde Intoner's face turned a deep scarlet, "I-I haven't used them since I got here," Her nervous chuckle earned an eye roll from her older sisters, "But I have a few gathering dust."

"Good. Go get them for me. Three will need all the help she can get."

"But… my king, does she really deserve…" The sudden fire in the Demon King's eyes made her gulp.

"Do not question me, Five. You have no need for those toys anyways. And do not forget that I decide who is worth saving."

"I was going to say: worth seeing heaven," Five pouted, but a slight furrowing of his brow tore that expression away, "I'm sorry, it's just… nevermind, I'll be back in a second."

With that, the curvaceous woman hurried off with an expression that was part chastised child and part ready to tear Sougo's pants off.

"Octa," The silent old man almost jumped out of his shoes at the sudden bark, "Does Three have any toys?"

"Not exactly…" Octa began to squirm, "Well, she did make a few, but she never really used them. They are quite strange, however, so I'm not sure—"

"Get them," The overlord carefully let him go before he waved the short man away, "I don't care how fiendish they look; one way or another, I will break this woman back into a worthy partner and ruler."

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Consciousness came to Three in stages, like a curtain was being pulled back then closed again to give her flashes of the outside world.

First, she was on a scrawny shoulder and heard the stranger talk about toys, but any attempt to say or do anything was hampered by the heavy hand dragging back into darkness.

Then, her body was on a soft bed, cool air washed over her naked body, her arms were jerked to the side, cold metal clicked into place around her wrists, and darkness fell once more.

The second to last time she breached the surface, her feet were being yanked behind her ears and her ass pulled up almost off of the bed entirely, and she was able to let out a weak little cry before passing out again.

When the mad Intoner finally awoke, it was to a light that shined right into her eyes and blinded her for a few moments.

Once she blinked away all of the white globs from her eyes, Three found herself in quite the luxurious bedroom and on quite the luxurious bed. The silken sheets would have been enough to just sink into and sleep for a week if not for the cursed noon day sun streaming through the windows as if to spotlight her completely naked body and how lewdly twisted it was. It took her a few more blinks to fully grasp that she was in fact naked with manacles around her wrists and ankles chaining her to the stone wall and keeping her ankles around her cheeks, all so anyone walking in could see her cute, little rear raised an inch above the sheets like it was an invitation to have at her sweet honey pot. Almost on instinct, her limbs jerked forward to test the strength of her bindings, but her slowly returning strength could only make the chains jingle.

"Looks like you're awake," The voice sounded familiar, yet, try as she might, the only person her quick room scan found was some twig-like boy with a cocky grin. Far too thin and tonto to be worth much as a doll, but perhaps a few upgrades could— "I see the gears are always turning in your mind aren't they?" That cocky grin widened a bit as he adjusted some things on a table just hidden by the thick, purple bush above her light pink lips.

"Who are you?" Her question was met with a laugh and a speech delivered with such precision that the boy must have rehearsed it a million times.

"I'm not surprised you don't recognize me without my armor, but I don't think we ever exchanged pleasantries. I am Sougo Tokiwa, the Demon Overlord, soon to be ruler of your land, King of the Land of Seas, King of the Land of Mountains, and now, King of the Land of Forests. I am the lover to your dear sisters and the one you so carelessly fought in your domain. Although, I do hope I can give you a place at my side as well."

In an instant, that red hot fury from before overtook Three's senses, "YOU!" She screeched, drawing a disapproving frown from the bastard, "You took my dolls! You—"

A sharp slap stung her face hard enough to cut her words off with a pained gasp and leave a light pink mark, but the so-called king didn't move a muscle.

"Your victims are in the other room, my dear. Announce your presence like that again and you may find them rushing in here to tear you apart. Although, if I can't rehabilitate you, they will tear you apart anyway, but I would rather have my turn first," For a brief moment, he turned, and the shadows on his face made him look like a cruel wolf.

The purple haired Intoner stared at the Demon King's eyes as another burst of ire swelled forth, but, instead, she just huffed, "Do your worst you bastard king. No man has truly made my—"

This time, the stinging slap struck her ass hard enough to draw a tear from the corner of her eyes, and, once again, the boy didn't move a muscle.

"Perhaps I simply need to tear it from you then," He strode closer until he could reach a hand out to run over the silky smooth skin of her taut, now rosy red ass cheek, "But first, I do believe you need a lesson," Three saw the hand on her ass blur seconds before a smack landed on it so hard that it pushed her head against the headboard and actually tore a cry from her lips, "No wonder men are so taken with you. Your cries can be quite sweet."

"Do what you will, rey. When I get loose you will be the next doll I make," Her cold anger just made the boy snigger.

"For a woman who knows a lot about dolls, you sure don't know when you are in the position of one," With another chuckle, he strode forward some more and lightly trailed his fingers up her thigh, "For tonight, I will show you a glimpse into the agony that being a doll entails. I wonder, muñeca, how much pain can you handle without your seed?"

"The pain of a million slipped scissors and needles is nothing that a man like you can bring," The purple haired woman almost giggled at the stupid cockiness in his tone.

"Is it?" His hand blurred once more before she felt an intense pain burst against the side of one of her breasts, making it bounce to the side hard enough to stretch and making her whimper, "I can rain down hundreds of strikes at once if I need, but… well, that wouldn't teach you a lesson. The suffering you wrought was not just a single burst but a long, dull, ache that will never go away… even now."

"Lies! I gave them pleasure before they went, so of course they lived in a state of euphoria!" If that bastard of a man thought he could manipulate her feelings like she was some petulant child, then he would truly pay for his crimes when her strength returned.

"It's a shame you are so foolish," His right hand gently yet firmly wrapped around her breast before gently squeezing and tugging the firm flesh. After the stinging pain, his warm, deft fingers felt comforting and… pleasurable, enough to make her sigh in contentment, "Your body looks so delicious."

Then, a warm, wet sensation slipped around her nipple. Sougo's lips were just as firm and gentle as his hands, and his tongue knew just where to lick and flick between sucks to make her hips gently gyrate. Perhaps it would be worth it to let herself feel a bit of pleasure for once before making this man a doll. He did know exactly how to make her squirm after all, so much more than those other sad— The thought trailed off when his free hand began to slide down her flat stomach. The heat approaching her slit made her lightly huff in anticipation, the feeling of his slender fingers sinking inside already feeling so tangible, and the way they slid into her thick bush with no hesitation made her croon. This king even knew how to massage her crotch in all the right ways, as if he were truly exploring every inch of a jungle on his way to her sacred canyon. Just as she was actually going to let her first real moan in however many years slip, every sweet sensation turned into pain.

The fingers on her breast clenched so hard that it began to feel like he would crush it, and those lips turned into sharp teeth that bit her squishy, pink nib hard enough to feel like it would shear in two. Even the gentle hand trailing towards her mound flashed forward to smack her dry lips and make her jolt in pain. Yet, that hand still wasn't done. Two fingers snaked down to take the small nub of her clit and crush it, filling her with so much pain slightly tinged with pleasure that she couldn't help but scream. The sensations lasted for almost a minute, a minute where no bucking would throw the skinny boy off and where her body felt ready to break.

Then, the pressure let up, but the burning pain stayed, leaving a few more tears to drip from Three's eyes as her scream turned to whimpers.

"That, my doll, is what we call betrayal. The pleasure you felt was ripped away in an instant was it not? Can you imagine what your subjects felt when they were torn from their high to be thrown into that hell?"

"Dolls… Dolls feel nothing. They are nothing more than bags of bones operated by my sweet desires," The Intoner blinked away her tears and forced her trembling cries away, "I will not be taken in by your lies."

"We have all night to make you see the truth," Sougo shrugged and walked back to the table, "Perhaps a dose of a long, dull pain will bring you around."

When he turned around, two thin clamps attached by a thin metal chain were held in his hands. Each one was no more than two flat sheets of metal that clapped with each squeeze, and she couldn't help but gulp at the sight. Before they were even near her small buds, it wasn't hard to imagine just how painful they would be. They hurt much more than the mad Intoner expected. The clamps held on deceptively tight and seemed to squeeze each nipple so tightly that they began to flatten while the uncovered edges bit into her skin. In mere seconds, her whimpers and tears started anew as a burning pain wracked through her breasts only cut through by the cool chain hanging between them. The cruel king just smiled and hooked a finger around it before jerking upwards so pull on her nipples, but he didn't stop even as they began to stretch, even as they began to burn more, even as they threatened to rip off. Then, the chain slipped from the slender digit, landing on chest right before her breasts came smacking back down.

"Already crying?" With a disappointed shake of his head, Sougo walked back to the table, "I haven't even begun to have some fun."

"I didn't torture them!" Three forced past her gritted teeth, "They felt pleasure before I turned them!"

"Pleasure?" The man's hand fell back to the table with a clunk, "Who said that they are different?" Whatever tool he was reaching for was left forgotten as he grabbed something else, "I wonder just how much pleasure you can take before you beg me to end it."

When that lanky form finally turned around, it was holding a small vial of some salve, a huge, clear glob already hanging from a finger.

"What is that?" Even in this situation it was only curiosity that filled her voice, but a slight yet sinister chuckle from her captor sent a strange chill down her spine.

"Something your sister Five had lying around, and something I doubt I will have much use for in the future," As he spoke, the salve coated fingertip pressed against her belly button and ran downwards in a single stroke, as if painting a glistening clear line all the way to her bush, "It's a powerful aphrodisiac, something that will make even the slightest breeze feel like heaven."

The Intoner recognized the term an instant too late. Her core suddenly began to smolder for the first time in ages, and her pussy began to tingle and drool. Then, the Demon King slapped another layer onto her bare stomach, almost having fun painting little designs that disappeared in moments. Almost all of those sensations disappeared in a sudden heat that built hotter and hotter with every fresh application, but the burning didn't stop at her core. Intense tingling began to flow through her very veins until every inch of skin felt hot, and she couldn't stop her mouth from beginning to pant or her hips from wiggling as if to air her now drooling lips. The metal clenching her wrists, ankles, and nipples felt like they were rubbing against her pussy with every little wiggle and tug, making a low moan escape her lips as the pain was completely drowned out.

"Does it feel good?" Sougo teased, "Is this how you think your puppets felt? With every waking moment pure orgasmic bliss?"

"Y-Yes!" She cried, long dormant feelings inside slowly rising up once more, "More!"

He shook his head and scooped out more aphrodisiac to slather on her body. The heat just kept growing and growing until just the feeling of smooth silk against her back made her purple eyes roll back. The stream of juices dripping down her small ass couldn't begin to show the pleasure pulsing through every nerve, nor could the way she moaned and arched her back. Nothing in her life had felt quite this powerful, nothing had actually brought her to orgasm in so many years, nothing could have prepared her for how amazing being a doll felt. How much pleasure did they feel every day? How much did they thank her for this? If only she could reach her hand down and rub herself to that trembling peak, if only the man would do his job as her future doll and make her cum.

Yet, the thin boy just watched her with that devilish grin as ecstasy just kept building up. In mere minutes, the heat had built until her skin felt like it was on fire with nothing to douse it, itching and begging for another's touch, the balls of pleasure on her breasts began to ache from the constant buzz, and her quivering lips almost screamed for sweet release. It was as if a flood was rising up inside and pushing an intense pressure against her body, making it crack like an overflowing dam yet never breaking it down. Every second made her hips shake more, made her moans turn to needy whimpers, and finally drew her purple eyes to the bastard king's stern gaze in a shameful, silent beg.

"Do you want more pleasure?" His voice was distant as he scooped another glob of salve out.

Three couldn't shake her head hard or fast enough to show just how much she detested the idea, but another thick layer joined the rest. That new wave of heat was enough to tear a stream of tears from her eyes and make her body tremble. Now, it felt like she would simply burst into pieces if someone didn't make her finish soon, so a pathetic cry tore from her lips.

"Help meeee!" The purple haired Intoner begged, "Don't let me die! Not like this! Not like—" A slap rocketed across her face and cut her words off in a mix of a moan and scream of pain.

"How does it feel, Three? How does being trapped in pleasure feel? Can you imagine being stuck in this hell for the rest of your life as a puppet on a string?"

"And they were better for it!" The mad purplette cried out, "I made them better! Cuter! More powerful!"

Yet, as she fervently defended herself, something felt off. The words seemed dull now, no longer sparkling with the success of so many experiments. Could they even be successful if— No! Three forced the devilish idea away. There was no way she could fall for these torturous lies, to lose the only thing she had left.

"But you hurt them," A slender hand fell to her stomach, making her croon at the soft, warm touch, "Admit that and I will let you live."

The words tumbled out before she could stop them, "I hurt them! I made them feel agony in their final moments! Please! Just—"

A slender finger slid down to her clit, and the world exploded. For a second, the mad Intoner could hear her shrill scream and feel the juices spray from her aching cunt before everything was drowned in a thick buzz. Then, she was all alone in a white hot sea, all alone with a memory.

In the memory, there was screaming, shrill, blood-curdling screaming, and there was so much blood. She happily hummed as she stitched the woman's cheeks closed, now the perfect baby-like squishiness, but… something was wrong. The woman was cuter, yet she screamed. She was better, yet her eyes were filled with pain and hatred. She was a doll, yet… she still felt. The memory faded back into the real world as her scissors came down to truly make the woman a doll.

Three was left gasping for breath on the bed the most intense orgasm of her life left her. Yet, nothing felt different. Even after spraying so much cum that it created a large, damp circle that was close to touching her bent back, her body still felt like it would explode if she didn't cum again, and again, and again. When she cut her eyes upwards to beg, they met Sougo's hard eyes, and he shook his head.

"I feel like you enjoyed that a little too much," The purple haired woman could only whine when he walked back to the table and picked up a riding crop, "For a woman who can accept that she hurts them yet doesn't apologize, I believe a bit more pain is in order."

"Why should I apologize?!" She tried to screech, but the noise came out with the same pathetic, begging tone that made her sew more than a few lips shut, "Dolls aren't people! They're better! Even if they can feel after I improve them, then their lives are forfeit!"

"Who took those lives in the first place?" The question was punctuated by a swift lash against her thigh that made her yelp as much as it made her pussy quiver.

"They were—"

"They were what?" The crop came down onto her tight ass hard enough to raise a welt.

The stinging felt so good that the mad woman moaned through her answer, "They were incomplete! They were no more than sacks of meat with no purpose!"

"No purpose? What about the families that they are crying over, or the dreams they had before you took them away?"

Before she could answer, Sougo rained blow after blow against her sensitive, pale flesh. Every hit made her jolt and scream and quickly turned the taut curves into a patchwork of red welts, not once giving her a moment to answer. As pleasure coursed through her body, making the bursting feeling grow even more, it was all she could do to keep her thoughts from breaking. Even in her delirious state, Three could feel the cracks forming in her mind with every second as if it were close to shattering entirely.

"What right did you have to take their peaceful lives? What right did you have to make them better? What right? They were people. People with their hopes and dreams that had nothing to do with your designs. Your people. And you betrayed them all."

The bound woman had no choice but to listen to the constant stream of lies. What did this boy know about her people? All of them were sad, lonely people that just wandered through life with no purpose in life. Purpose she gave them!

"...Or were they?"

The thought crashed into her mind and sent another soldering wave of cracks across it, bringing down a single shard that revealed an ugly eye. The eye bore right into her soul as another orgasm tore her from the world and left her alone with it.

It was such a familiar eye that interrupted her sweet throes of pleasure, tearing any enjoyment she could gain beneath its accusing gaze. The way the brown faded into amber then black reminded her of… Alex. He was such a cute little boy with plump cheeks and an even plumper belly, a boy who always played tea time with her, except… that one day. The look in that brown eye was the very same as when he was strapped to a table while she made sure he would play forever, a shaking look of… horror.

More shards fell away to reveal the rest of his round, fear stricken face. His cheeks were so rosey then, a color hard to replicate with his blood, and his lips ran with a river of excuses. What was it he said? His mom died, he had to attend her funeral, he was really sorry he couldn't come, then he begged for mercy. But he was given mercy. He was given a way to play with her forever, but he just kept screaming and begging. Why?

It was something she never considered before. Why did the boy beg so much? Why did he insist that he was sorry? Why did… Why did he not want to be with her forever?

The pleasure washed away again to leave her shivering from more than just the pain. Her mind was cracking, snapping away with all sorts of false thoughts that the so-called Demon King was pushing into her head. They may have been people, they may have felt pain, but they were still all the better for it. Alex was able to play tea time with her until she grew bored and tossed him out, so his life was so much better. The quiet stupor Three was stuck in was broken by a question.

"What were they, Three?" Sougo asked, his hand poised to whip her again.

"People," The mad Intoner frowned at how simple it was to bend to his demands now, "And they were better when I was done with them."

"So close, my dear, so close to the truth," He frowned a bit before walking back to the table and putting the crop down, "It's strange. When you cum, your thoughts seem to clear," When the boy turned around, a familiar, purple tendril was in his hand, not much different from an octopus tentacle with the suckers cut off, "So why don't we see just how long you can cum before you break."

For the first time in what seemed to be forever, a flash of fear ran through Three as he approached her with the toy.

"Please don't!" She found herself begging to this cruel king, "That—"

"Five told me all about it. She said you made it for her, but it was far too... crude for even a skilled woman like her when with partners. Perfect for a cruel woman's punishment if you ask me."

Sougo lowered it to her cunt, and the muscles began to twitch and spasm as if it was waking from a long sleep. The closer the tendril got to her sweet juices, the more it writhed, until it was flopping around like a fish out of water. Yet, the tip always stayed pointed right at her tight entrance. Before she could try begging again, the thick tentacle began to push between her walls, cutting everything she might have said off with a long moan. When it pushed her hole open, the white hot pleasure swept her down once more as a thick spray of juices flew from her sodden lips.

Even in the void of white, the Intoner could feel the rapidly thickening length slide inside and every rapid twist of the rubbery meat. Her pussy was assaulted by the most intense grinding she had ever felt, like it was trying to hollow her out or simply squeeze every bit of juice out. The deeper the tornado of flesh dug into her, the more the ecstasy cascaded her body, pulling her deeper and deeper into the void, so it wasn't long before another orgasm rushed through her before the first even finished. The thing wasn't even halfway inside of her yet her body felt like it was snapping apart from the constant arching against those chains and the constant screams of pain and pleasure tearing her throat.

The part breaking the most was her cracked mind as shard after shard fell away to reveal even more of the ugly memories deep within. Her consciousness futilely struggled against the growing whirlpool of orgasm after orgasm assaulting her and pulling her down into that growing abyss, pulling her down into the truth hidden away for so long.

In the far off land of reality, Three faintly heard her cries turn to even stronger cries to stop, that she was breaking, that she was scared, but the Demon King ignored her weakness and kept pushing the tentacle in. Never before had she felt pain on the level of her muscles burning from spasming and jerking against strong chains and the tearing feeling of that engorged length digging into her womb and stretching her hole more than the forearm of a man mixed with the pleasure of that constant whirring and grinding. Yet, no matter how much pleasure flowed through her and sprayed from her, the heat didn't fade, nor did the bursting feeling diminish at all. The combination of all of these feelings at once was enough to finally shatter the last of her mind and suck her into the dark cold void.

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For a moment, the mad Intoner was stuck in a cold, numbing darkness as if she was dying. Then, her life flashed before her eyes.

Singing… That was the first sound she heard, the first she latched onto. It was singing that brought all of those soldiers under her spell and the huddled masses after.

After that was Octa, the kindly, old, perverted man that was surprisingly gentle for her first time. His voice and hands were soft while his length left little to be desired, but that was a thrill that quickly wore off.

Dolls. Dolls were so much better than sex. They sat there and smiled, they were so squishy, making them was so much fun, and they could be anything she wanted.

So why… why were so many of her memories after that filled with screaming and despair?

Alex came to mind again, such a nice little boy, but he was so scared when he died. Everyone was scared when they died. Their eyes and lips trembled, tears streamed down their cheeks, and they begged for mercy… every one of them.

Forms appeared from darkness, creatures that jerked like the undead with the same decayed physique, and every single one of them had a face that was burned into her memory. Except all of those eyes were cold and dead above mouths that hung open with bloated purple tongues lolling out. Yet, they were all able to whisper their raspy whispers and reach out to her with sharp, jagged claws. Three had to choke back a scared sob as they approached as an impenetrable wall around her as tears stung her eyes and their rancid stench stung her nose.

Death was coming for her.

"It hurts..." One low groan came from the crowd, "It hurts so much..."

"Fire everywhere… my world is nothing but fire..."

"Why… Why would you do this… I loved you…"

The whispers came one by one, each weaving a tale of pain, loss, and despair in harsh detail, each bringing a tear from those purple eyes.

"I'm sorry," The Intoner choked out like a scared little kid, "I just wanted you to be better, to be my perfect citizens."

"Do I look perfect to you?" Alex's dead face loomed above hers, "I loved you Three… I would have been by you forever… And you killed me just to throw me away…" Sharp claws dug into her skin, making her scream out in pain, "So join me… join us…"

Every stab was like a needle burrowing into her skin, and every scratch like scissors cutting it open. Her mind begged her to scream, but the only sound that could come out were body wracking sobs.

"Join us…" The chant rolled across the crowd as more bodies loomed above and more claws dug into her skin, "Join us… Join us…"

Her eyes closed against her will like someone was pulling them shut. More of those needle like pricks stabbed her eyelids until it felt like the only way to open them was to tear the flesh apart. Her stomach swelled until it was thick and fluffy, and her cheeks loosened up like the plush kind she had perfected. The mad Intoner could feel every second of the thorough process she put her dolls… her people through.

"I'm sorry," Three sobbed, her mind and body going numb, "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I'm sorry…" Her breath began to get torn away by the weight of those bodies, and she could feel stitches begin to bind her lips shut, "Please… help… me…"

Then, the world grew dark, like an inky soup swallowing her bit by bit. In a last attempt to escape, she threw her hand to the air, but that too was threatened to be swallowed up by the darkness.

Just as it lapped against her wrist, a hand appeared above hers.

"If you want to be reborn, take my hand. All you have to do is bow."

Without a second thought, Three took hold of her salvation and let herself get pulled back to the waking world.

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Once again, the bright light streaming through the window blinded her as Three woke up from that mental ordeal, but, this time, everything felt so different.

Gone was the intense pleasure wracking her body. Gone was the pressure in her stomach building until she would explode. Gone was the dastardly tentacle coring her. Even the welts and pain that ached through her body was gone. If not for the slowly drying puddle beneath her still raised bottom, the purple haired Intoner could have believed it never happened.

Instead, she was filled with an odd sense of fear and dread that not even the chirping of birds and warm sun could force away. The image of those zombies tearing at her mingled with the harsh truth of her memories, forcing her to face the horrors she had wrought upon her people.

How could she have done all of that? How could she even begin to repent? How would she continue on while knowing what she did?

A few tears ran down Three's cheeks, a sensation of warmth and wetness that felt so foreign after all of that time, and a few mournful words slipped from her lips.

"How does one who has wrought the horrors of hell repair the hearts of ones who fell?"

"They don't," The hard words swung her swimming vision around to see the warped visage of the young boy. A single finger reached out to wipe away one of her tears, the warm gesture sending a shiver down her spine, "What has been done is an act so heinous that even the worst sinners and miscreants would find themselves recoiling in horror at the sight. It was truly a monster who tore through the kingdom and rent her own people asunder, of that there is no question."

"Then… am I better off dead?" Her question was met by a decisive head shake.

"The madness within you can die if you truly wish to change. You would be surprised by how much one can change when they have a cause or how much stronger they can come out of it in the end."

"But… how do I do that?" The now sane Intoner looked deep into the Demon King's eyes with all of the fear and pleading roiling in her soul.

"That's for you to decide," With a handwave, the chains holding her down turned to dust, "But you could start by following me to see this world into a new dawn beneath my control," The sun behind Sougo's back wreathed his body in the aura of a god as he once more offered his hand to her, "You just have to relieve yourself of the corruption weighing down your soul."

Before he was finished speaking, Three's pale hand was reaching towards her mouth. The jagged object lodged deep in her heart ever since her birth seemed to pulse and fight against her will as if clawed hands were scrabbling at her insides, but that didn't stop her from forcing it out. Her new king had asked her to do something, and she would be damned if she was going to fail! Yet, the taste of poison that touched the back of her throat made her pause for just a moment. Never in even her most deranged moments did the third youngest Intoner expect to taste anything so bloody vile, so she reached deeper to tear it out even faster.

A scream tore past her lips when she tore the jagged bundle from her throat and threw it into the outstretched hand with a thick gasp.

The foreign object looked like a seed that had begun to sprout a handful of thorny vines tipped with blood, almost looking like some foreign creature. Even Sougo had to frown at the strange sight for a moment before summoning a golden portal and tossing it through.

"Now that you have released the shackles that bound you, what do you want?" The Demon King spread his arms wide, "Beneath me the world is your oyster, so tell me:without the madness clouding your vision, what is your truest desire? Materials and a workshop to produce more lovely dolls and a thousand tiny hands to help? Or does some other fantasy beckon you to make into reality?"

The boy - whom Three knew better by now was far more than his flaky appearance otherwise suggested - was grinning like an idiot, as if his question was some big joke, simply egging her on to say the wrong thing. Or was he genuinely so confident in his abilities that the idea came to him the same way she decided which dolls to play with? Either way, only one answer flowed from her mouth, an answer from a place she never knew existed.

"You," The word was so simple and as light as a whisper coming from her lips, but it felt so heavy, like she was signing an age old contract, "I want you."

That stupid grin softened to one of satisfaction as Sougo's arms dropped, "I do like the sound of that, but..." He stepped forward until his thin form loomed above her, "I feel like you can do more than that my dear," His hand grabbed her chin while his face leaned close enough to kiss her, "Tell me. What. Do. You. Want."

Somehow, Three knew exactly what he wanted to hear, and Five's words echoed in her mind, "I want our bodies entwined in a lovers embrace until—"

"Not Five," The smile on her king's face slipped into annoyance for a second, " You."

"I want…" Her throat clicked dryly when she swallowed, "I want you to kiss me, and make love to me, and make me feel good in ways Octa—"

Her rambling was mercifully silenced by a deep kiss.

Sougo's lips were as warm and powerful as the rest of him. The Intoner found herself sighing below his firm embrace as her soft lips tingled, and her breath hitched. It took a minute for her to realize she was stiff as a board against his advances, so she grabbed the back of his head, pulled him deeper, and returned the kiss. All of the hunger that was squashed down for years roared to the surface, turning the firm kiss into a heated makeout session. She almost felt like an animal as their tongues slipped and clashed, but her lover felt even more fierce, managing to dominate her mouth and push her head back against the sheets in seconds.

Then, the sound of his robes falling to the ground slipped past her ears before his weight pressed upon her. More noticeable was the throbbing heat pressing into her stomach past her belly button, a heat that drew her hands downward. The slightest graze of her fingertips against the thick, veiny girth made Three's breath hitch, and it took both of her hands to barely wrap around the beast. She just had to jerk her lips away from the sloppy kiss with a heavy gasp and look up at the slightly panting man as long forgotten words tumbled from her lips.

"I need it," The purple haired Intoner mewled with whorish need, "I need it right now!"

"You're as bad as your sisters," Sougo chuckled as he slid his hips back, dragging his cock along her stomach and through her thick bush while her hands greedily held onto his shaft as long as possible, "But do you really think you can handle it."

"You have broken me once, and it was the best thing to ever happen to me," The instant his head slid between her folds, Three's hands were there to help guide it inside, "So break me again, and again, and aga—AIIIIIN!"

Her screech was loud enough to seep through the walls as her walls were stretched farther than they ever had been. Nothing, not any of her dolls, not Octa, not even the toys she crafted for Five could compare to the immense girth running her through. Yet, even as the pain built up, it was washed away by an orgasm so powerful that the rest of the world faded away. Just like with the tentacle, all the Intoner could feel in the soupy abyss was a thick heat pushing deeper than anything should have been able to go until even her stomach was being stretched out, and the feeling made her screech. Her screeches of joy echoed around the room without ever reaching her ears, her mind too flooded with the constant barrage of ecstasy to hear more than a dull ringing.

Three could have died in that ecstasy a happy woman. It was a warm, buzzing place that brushed the broken shards of her memories away, so she finally felt at peace. At least, she did until it faded back into reality and left her panting and gasping on the bed. The thick meat filling her up seemed to crush all the air out of her lungs, making it hell to breathe, and every light twitch made the bulge in her pale stomach jump. It all felt so good that she couldn't stop moaning already wordless moans or tearing at the sheets beneath her grips. Then, the immense member began to slide back, making her moans warble and her heart pound with excitement. Every one of the once frigid Intoner's instincts screamed in anticipation while she shuddered from the pleasure of her king simply dragging every inch from her aching cunt, so, when it lurched to a stop with the head resting just against her entrance, her eyes met his as her mouth silently whispered for him to tear her apart.

With a single, swift shove, Three's wish was granted.

Her legs shot straight out with a whorish squeal the instant his thick head tore into her womb and stretched her stomach, her face already twisted into the lewdest expression she had ever made. She wasn't even given time to fully enjoy the sensation of being so utterly and completely full before he was pulling back out just as roughly, but Sougo didn't leave her empty for long. Powerful thrust after powerful thrust hammered into the thin woman hard enough to send her constantly gushing juices onto her stomach and thick, purple bush to plaster it down. There was no stopping her almost pig-like squeals of joy from pouring out as her body was ground into the bed and her tits bounced like crazy, all while the young looking man slammed his hands on either side of her head to steady himself. For the first time in her life, Three was being slamfucked like someone was trying to kill her, but it wasn't enough, not even as orgasm after orgasm hit at once and built into an amorphous blob of white hot ecstasy.

Her moans warbled some more in an attempt to form words only to turn into more soupy gibberish. Even with her eyes rolling back in her head, the third youngest Intoner saw Sougo smile another devilish smile as if taunting her, and she could even hear the same question as before echoing throughout her scrambled mind. Syllable by syllable, a new answer slowly formed on her lips that was almost too warbled and moaned out to be understood.

"Ooooh..." The half formed word made that smile widen, "I 'ant… oooh… I 'ant ooooh eeeper… arder… I 'ant… more!"

"Gladly," With that, her king looped his arms under her knees and hoisted her legs up, folding them towards her chest.

Her body began to bend as her knees edged closer to her head, and her ass raised up until her pussy was pointed at the ceiling. Then, he was pinning her down with his full weight on her tight rear while his tip dug deeper and deeper, all the way to her lungs. For a brief second, a flash of fear ran through her at the thought of that immense meat pounding her so deeply, but that was forced out of her mind the moment it began to draw back.

The first stroke plunged downwards so fast and hard that Three actually thought she would break in two or rupture a long. Her breath was knocked out, so there was no chance to beg for him to stop before his hips were raising back up. Not that the fear or pain lasted very long. In only a few more strokes, the thin woman was back to a moaning, squirting mess that couldn't do anything more than take it as her body was used more thoroughly than ever before. Gravity made every thrust dig deeper and harder than should have been possible, sent waves of bliss so powerful that her moans wouldn't stop when they weren't being jolted silent by the slamming of his hips.

In only half an hour, Three's body was sore and aching. Her small, tight ass was beet red from the constant plapping of his skinny hips and heavy balls, her pale skin was coated in a thin sheen of sweat and speckled with her own sweet juices, and her face was a drool covered mess with a wide open mouth, lolling tongue, and nearly white eyes. So many orgasms tore through her mind and body that she couldn't even feel the bed beneath her, only the thick, hard rod relentlessly slamfucking her into it. Even her cries had long since faded into raspy gasps and squeals as her throat burned from the constant effort. Yet, Sougo only just started breathing heavily despite how much her soaked walls sucked him in and tried to squeeze out his thick, virile seed, but that sound was the sweetest thing the Intoner had heard. Soon enough, the heavy breathing became a panting, and the thick member began to throb.

The first, hot spurt against her stretched out walls forced one last sweet orgasm through Three. Her king's heavy grunts sounded so wonderful from beyond the veil of pleasure, and his light humping with every pump of his cum felt even more wonderful. On instinct, her legs wrapped around his waist to make sure he couldn't pull away before her pussy was filled with every single drop. To her dismay, plenty of it oozed from her hole and ran down her ass and into her purple bush as it filled her womb enough to make her stomach bulge even more. Despite the constant waves of bliss assaulting her body, a whine escaped from her lips while her hands hurried to scoop the thick, white rivulets back inside.

"Does it feel that good?" The new love of her life chuckled and pulled her legs away, "Don't worry, there will be time for more later."

Those words were the only thing that kept her legs from locking around him again as his cock began to pull out of her. The white hot sea began to recede while more of the white seed spilled down her body to finally let Three truly see her body. So much cum coated her crotch and ass and filled her cunt, and the thick bump felt so nice beneath her fingers.

For the first time in years, a genuine smile stretched her lips, directed right at the young man who made her feel better than ever before.

When Sougo began to lower hips back towards the bed, the door slammed open.

The purple-haired Intoner's small rear slammed into the soft sheets with a soft cry when he let go to whirl around. Before he could fully turn, a familiar curvaceous figure pounced on him and pinned him to the bed with his head landing square between Three's thin thighs.

"I need you!" Five cried out in pure passion, seemingly unperturbed by her sister's gaze as she threw her top off to let her huge breasts flop out.

"This was supposed to be a private moment, have I not told you and your sisters this already?!" The Demon King hissed as pushed Five to the side where she flopped onto the bed with a childish huff, causing her immense boobs to bounce, "Why are you interrupting us?"

"You can't just give her special treatment," The topless blonde whined needily, eyeing the table to the side with no small amount of envy, "You never even asked me if I wanted to be tied up!"

"Perhaps I should tie you up and leave you in the room all night alone for your childish behavior!" Sougo's sudden snap made the youngest Intoner immediately hush up, "I already told you that your sister's situation needed total concentration from me and required no interruptions from anyone."

"B-But…" She gave the king her best puppy dog eyes, " I need you…"

For a moment, he was silent. Then, the silence was broken by a low, long-suffering sigh, "Fine, but in the morning. Tonight is Three's night, understand, my dear?"

"Yes, my king!" Five cheered and rolled off of the bed as she hastily grabbed her discarded top and shoved her breasts back into her short shirt, "I'll make sure to wake you up right when the clock strikes at midnight!" Before their demon king could say anything, the door slammed shut once more.

"Goddammit," Sougo muttered beneath his breath, "Why can't she just listen without me needing to compromise so severely?"

With what was left of her strength, Three sat up and bent over until she was looming over him from behind with one hand sensually running through his hair.

"Do you need to vent?"

Her lewd smile being seen was all it took to be pushed back onto the bed.