14xx/07/06 Johannes Calendar
66 days since arrival...
"DON'T TOUCH PORNOF. HISTORY NEED THEM TO EXIST"
Long story short; what the fuck.
Short story long, here's what happened.
The town has been busy really. There's a lot of commotion that was loud enough for us to even hear from the front gate, despite us coming at the start of evening. Kael was wearing a very thick set of long robes to hide who he is, even casted a few spells to make sure nobody notices him. I didn't care much really for the perverted populace, but their debauched festivities inspire both disgust and intrigue within my soul.
Men and women, boys and girls, old and young parades in the centre of the city, clad in various attire of fetishistic design. The old one surprisingly retained some form of beauty despite their age, but it doesn't make their appearance any less disturbing. Perhaps my travel through this accursed land has inured me to the sight of naked children, for their appearance is less aggravating than before.
I observed their dress, or lack of it with renewed interest. I have heard that this town was famous for their ironwork. And seeing the incredibly creative design of their outfit, their talent never left them. It simply was transferred into sexual deviancy. Lewd outfit designed specifically to show off the goods, or hide them with the least number of fabrics available, each adorned by exquisitely crafted trinkets and baubles in the shape of human reproductive organs. Everywhere I go, the spirit of free love is in every corner.
As we approach the town square, we were greeted by a large statue made of wood and cotton. The effigy is designed to look like a young nubile woman with large pronounced assets in a very sensual squatting position. Despite the primitive material used, its design was immaculate and very attractive, a testament to the skill of the Pornof craftsmen.
Strange machinery made of wood, metal and leather contraptions surrounded the 10-metre-tall effigy, each guarded by stone-faced men with large cocks and even larger spears. Comparison to a more barbaric torture device kept springing into my mind as I try to comprehend the purpose of its design. The townsfolk's penchant for pleasure makes me assume that the machines are also sexual in nature, but its usage remains a mystery at the moment.
Kael was silent throughout the visit, his discomfort plain to see even underneath layers of concealment. Seeing the machines and effigies almost broke his confidence. The captain slipped in a bag of gold into his pocket and told us to secure a room somewhere. Poor Kael, even degenerates have their limits.
We went to a well-to-do inn overlooking the town square. The room itself is modestly decorated, so we have not much problem of settling down for the night. Kael wanted to leave the town, but our employers are still there, so I told him to sit tight while I watch over the procession from above as Kael muttered strange incantations in attempt to calm himself.
From our position and Sophie's help, I can see everything happening within the town square. So I saw the whole thing unfold with a bird's eyes view as everything went to shit.
First thing that happened was that there's a tall man with a sceptre appeared, leading a trail of nude young women in chains into the machinery. The women were mostly human, but I can see some humanoids Monster Girl in bondage. They were all nude, but lewd scribblings and drawings upon their skin were enough to identify their status as sacrifice.
From there, the guards then secured the women on the myriad of machinery. By the devil, I regret asking what their machine does. The moaning pierces the skies as they were violently violated by the infernal machines. The other populace has gathered around the effigy, simultaneously dancing and masturbating all the while chanting the name "Princess of Pleasure"
I wanted to turn away, but my curiosity gets the better of me. The captain looked even more disturbed than before, perhaps regretting his decision to watch the parade closely.
The tall man is in leather bondage gear, waving a sceptre of steel and purple stones. He prayed to the effigy, praying for better harvest and future pleasures. I heard Kael whimper at his voice, and felt my heart sink as the sky turned dark with storm clouds.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the effigy, engulfing the wooden figure with purple fire. The figure went up in smoke, but the acrid gas coalesced into albeit smaller, more feminine form. Tantalizing imagery flashes within the shadowy figure, its smoke-like body struggling to figure out what kind of body it wants to inhabit.
The answer came easily with the prayer of the head priest. In awe, we watched as the shadow solidified into flesh and skin, ash into bones and prayers into desire. Formed by her follower's lascivious desire, her figure is accentuated by alluring curves and soft mounds. The purple smoke danced around her fingertips; some went to her head to create a lush curtain of purple mane. She opened her eyes, bright purple orbs adorned with light pink pupils. Her full purple lips curved into a ravishing smile as she takes in the adoration of her crowd.
Sophie shouted a warning, sparing me from the sudden wave of purple energy that came from a wave of her hand. I ducked away from the window, but the walls were thin, and I can feel my lust reinvigorated in no small amount.
Not wanting to risk another wave, I peered through the walls. Sophie's scope is perfect in this situation, too perfect in fact, as I watched in horror as the parade turns into an orgy. Silhouettes of men and women cojoined together in a furious frenzy of lust, guards with indomitable private parts rushed toward my companions, eager to satisfy their lust. Unknown figures rushed from behind the succubus, eager to slake their thirst for semen and blood. Behind me, I can hear Kael crying while fondling himself as well, begging to not be found again.
I finally understood why Kael feared this place.
It was too much, the feelings, it was overwhelming. The lust within disgusted me, the orgy revolting to my senses, and their attempt to violate my comrades down below is utterly sickening. Disgust turned to rage, and rage turned into hate as dark as the deepest pits of hell. How dare you! Sophie roared inside my head. How dare you took that colour as your own! Such affront deserves death!
Without much consideration, I pulled the trigger. An earth-shattering thunder shook the room, breaking every window within half a kilometre radius with a supersonic blast. From the massive aperture formed from the entry hole, I witness the succubus's death in every detail.
The barrel of my gun is red-hot with fire and fury. The bullet flew in slow-motion, its steel jacket superheated in burning rage. I saw Latina carving her way toward my comrade, her face twisted in a rapture of bloodlust and perverted ecstasy. I remember seeing the look of desperation in Oskar's face as he blocked a brute's axe, the look of lust and horror as Natsuki saw her opponent powering through an arrow to the knee, the rejuvenated visage of the old Captain parries a blade with steely determination.
I watched as the mocking smile of the summoned succubus disappeared in a flash as the bullet punches through right between the eyes. I remembered the spray of gore that accompanies the bullet exit route, the entire portion of her top skull explode into a brilliant shower of blood and brain matter.
She fell on her back with a thunderous impact, painting the ash-ridden platform with dark blood. I saw the faces of the guards and the priest morphed into horror at her death. A piteous chorus of wails fills the air as every denizen of the town fell on their knees, mourning the death of their chosen patron. Some of them ripped their trinkets and charms from their body, howling with the realization of what they have become. A guard picked up his axe and smashes the machinery, freeing the prisoners from their bondage.
Kael approaches me from the back, his tearful eyes uncertain of his fate. It was Sophie's scope that seals the deal, and with a large smile, he cried into my shoulder. I looked at the square, horrified that only few seems to be affected by her death, their devotion to lust merely amplifies their cultist rage against my companions.
I know what must be done.
My hand is like greased lightning, my bullets like homing missile as the priest's skulls popped like cherry from every shot.
But just after I shot the eighth cultist, my vision turns black. The familiar sensation of the void embraces me again. But for only a minute or so.
We all woke up right in the middle of the night, surrounded by an ancient town ruin. I recognize the poison marsh. Somehow, we were teleported from Pornof and landed smack dab in the middle of Rostrum. Everyone is here with me, even Latina who was absolutely drenched in blood and armed with a spear and a battle axe.
We took refuge inside one of the houses. The howling outside the ruins in the dead of night disturbs even the stoutest of hearts. Besides, today has been taxing to our strength, so we will rest for tonight and make haste toward the second Rift.