SHANAIGIANS! Back at it again with the violence and the gore! Rated M for that, and language. Proserpina apparently has a potty mouth.
06/15: Some changes were made in the duration of this week.
Enjoy AMIGOS!
Chapter Twenty four: How to take down a Vampire beast: Step one: Neutered him!
Montreal had changed into something that would be out of one's nightmares; everything about him, his wings, his body, hell even his uh…male genital grew three times the normal size. Hey now, don't get the wrong inclination. I only noticed it because it was just…there: dangling about like a snake hanging out of a tree. Hey! Don't look at me like that! What remained of his clothing was shredded to nothing as his unnatural muscles expanded. There isn't covering this guy at all, or does he seems to mind the lack of modesty here.
"Lina! No! Don't make eye contact with it!" Gourry made the vain attempt to shield my eyes, but was already too late. It not like I've seen one before, and I carefully shoved his hand out of the way just so I can see what he will do next. He reared back his wings, and soar directly towards us. Prince Phil leaped in front of his daughter along with Pokota, while Gourry prepared to swing the blade. I hate it when I can't do anything but to watch; even Zel was in the same boat without a paddle as he sat with a combine expression of sourness and worried. He didn't even have his weapon, which I'm assuming Montreal is the culprit behind that being that it was him who knocked him out in the first place. The younger prince begins to chant as Amelia hurried with the rest of hers.
"There!" she yelled as the light faded. 'Don't rush, and be easy on it as well! You still need to recover, Mr. Zelgadis." He grunted as he tried to stand, still wobbly as he lean against the stone nearby. "Damn…" He hissed in between pants, even after the bone being completely mended, he still was experiencing the discomfort of having it broke in the first place. Montreal acted as if he was going to swoop in, but went high again suddenly. I didn't see it before, but Proserpina was in pursuit after him. He swung back a mighty arm, and drove it full force towards her. She dodged it, Atta girl! He went to blast a beam a dark energy at her, which she invaded again. She seems rather good at not getting hit, I'd give her that. She jumps high as the bolt explodes the ground below, but the impact gathers and collects around us. A thick cloud of dust is formed, causing my lungs to ache as I unintentionally breathed it in. I felt strong hands grabbed me, and I'm glad they belonged to Gourry and not the vampire guy with the huge dong. He pulled me close, shielding me from both the debris and Montreal.
"Gourry!" I heard Zelgadis croaked from the left. "Pass me your sword." He was slouched over, perhaps in the combination of both trying to see though the dense dust and that of his leg still. Gourry and I sunk low to him, the blond eyes narrow as he look at the blue chimera.
"Are you crazy?" He asked flatly and the chimera rolled his eyes. "You heard the lady-"He then pointed at Amelia, who looked up in an expression that questioned at the mentioning of her name. "-She said no fighting until you recover!"
"Give me the damn sword!" Zelgadis scoffed at him as the princess stiffened and folded her arms tightly.
"Just to correct you, Mr. Gourry," She stated as he head snapped at her. "I told him not to rush and be easy on it. He is still recovering but he is allowed to do some fighting. We are really are in a predicament where we really don't have much of a choice, but he isn't allow to engage in heavy combat."
"Face it Gourry! Like she said we don't have much of a choice. Besides we can't just sit here and let Proserpina do all the fighting! The least we can do is weaken him down to where it's easy, and I have an idea! So give me…the….sword!" He grabbed at its halt and started to tug it from Gourry, but the blond resisted and proceed to pulled back.
"There is no way I'm just going to let you have this!" Come on! Make it easy on the rest of us and just give him the darn thing! While Amelia and I were too busy on focusing on the struggle between the two, Pokota was at least paying mind to the rest of the show down. "Bomb Di Wind!" A strong gust of wind that whirled around us, dispelling the collected hazed as the space cleared up. There was a sudden crash; Proserpina was thrown at quite the speed, and slammed into the wall nearby. It cracked and crumbled under her form and she groan as she wiggled herself loose from it. Montreal then proceeds to attack her again and the young Prince shouted as a fiery ball was shot from his hands. Sigh, good ol Fire Ball, usually works in most case at least, but it had no effect on the vampire beast man. I swear the basterd gazed at us with this sicken grin, before lodging his fist deep in Proserpina's torso. I heard her faintly moaned as she was buried deeper into the interior. He withdrawn his hand and stare us down as if we were prey. I begun to shake as I could feel his gaze locked onto me!
"-Give me the sword now!" Zelgadis hissed as he manage to break free Gourry' braced on it. He mumbled to himself as it begun to glow with a bright red energy. My eyes shifted, and I felt the horror set in me as I froze in my place; Montreal had decided at some point to come down at us. I believe he had the intentions to get us all in on go, but if Zel didn't grabbed the sword, maybe we all would of be somewhat in a more critical state then being suddenly showered in blood!
"What the-!" Loud screech like roars filled the room as the beast man flail back; a crimson puddle formed beneath him as he staggered in his steps. There was some kind of bloodied mound that lay at our feet, wiggling as more blood leaked from it.
"IS THAT HIS PENIS?!" Pokota squeal as he made a kick at it; resulting it to bump upwards and it rolled a bit away. "That's so gross! EW!" Amelia as well made a girly shriek as she grabbed at my arm and I did the same to her. "It looks like a huge worm…with two tumors on the side!" I wished I could laugh but instead I felt a huge wave of disgust pulsated as I watched the damn thing twitch until it flatted out. I fought the urge to gag while the expression on the hellish creature face changed into that of a priceless one; His eyes were wide, as if he was registering the fact that he just got fixed. Even the damned at this impressive level can still experience pain of both levels of physical and mental perhaps, and it seem like a part of his pride was severed along with his member. I think my eyes may had trick me, but I've could of sworn I saw a glimpse of a tear race down the beast's face. I may not be a guy, but I can image what they would go though after experiencing that. Well, that was his fault for having it hang out like that in the first place. I'm even impressed that Zel mustard enough strength to just slice it off in one move. He just stood there all causal, gazing at all of us in a thought process that differ from ours. His expression ripens as he shook his head in a mellow manner at the reactions we had, and returns it back to Montreal.
"So what's the problem now?" Zelgadis' tone mocked the vampire as he thrust his sword at the ground, bracing himself as he regains his balance. "Don't have the balls to come at us for a second time, Hm?" Oh Zel, you can be funny at times. You even made Proserpina chuckle at that as she climbed her way out of the hole in the wall.
"I think that may have done a number on him." She commented as she landed before us, bracing her feet as she stood. "It may be too late to reattach it, huh?" Montreal snarled at her as he cupped his groin area. "Though I think that isn't going to be the finishing blow; once he's recover, and going to come at us full on. It's best if we all take him on now instead standing and waiting." I admire this woman's energy; just get it done. Do or die. I really wished I had my magical powers back; I would have already been on it.
"Hm. Let's see how fast he bounces back from a full on castration." The blue chimera gingerly kneels as he placed his palm on the ground. "I would also like to see if he can move fast even after a great amount of blood loss… DUG HAUT!" The floor below rumble as the ground shifted below; a few spikes thrust though the wood, which a couple manage to strike Montreal as he did nothing but stood still. The ground finished its quake as cracks spread out though the walls and to the ceiling above. Eventually the freshly crafted spikes lost their hold as they too disintegrated into rumble. The vampire beast still huffed as his red eyes glared in our direction.
"I may be weaken," His mouth opened as he panted; a crimson trail leak from the corner of his lip, and down his chin. "But I will not be defeated by the likes of you!"
"Well you're not taking us down," Gourry interrupted as he took the sword back from Zel. "So that makes one of us that has to go, and it not us! That's for sure." One would think big talk from the Jelly fish brained one if you didn't know of our reputation that well. His confidence combine with the rest of ours had made us known to what Amelia would consider as "The baddies" rather a nuisance and to prevaricate at all cost. I had a tendency, what from I've been told numerous of times in the past, that chaos and destruction follows me, and I was an enemy to all that live! As well as those who associated then to have the same somewhat digression when they are seen with me. Here's the thing; we all fight like a team, and it's the only way I've handled it for the longest ever since I set foot on my own. I know that I am currently incapable, maybe minus that of performing a simple spell like that of Lighting, but that's it. Even if I could cast, it would only be that of your basic entry levels, and some of the spirit shaman work as well. The dragon slave Pokota attempted earlier was a bust, revealing that there was some type of barrier that surrounded this area, and possibly located even below deep within the grounds below. Besides that is what he gets anyways for trying to steal my thunder again! I would at least give it to him; He can be considering being on a similar level that even both Zelgadis and I sit at. Amelia's focus points is Holy magic, but she has sharpen up in the shaman areas thinks to Zel, and even Prince Phil has some physical resistant to some attacks, aside from anything magical that is. As for Proserpina, she may be on a different level, but judging but her fighting skills, and even to how quickly she can adapt, she even proves to have a shining chance in a dark situation. I noticed something, and after consuming whatever mixture in that vial and made her transform in a half vampire, may have prevented her from casting any of her spells. So far it has been nothing but brute strength and whatever the growing armor had to offer. I made the mental note to question later, as Montreal began to stir from his discomfort, and his temper took off. The aura grew as another wave of sheer adrenaline course though him. Proserpina stood in front of us as the rest gather there focus on the beast ahead. A low snarl rumbled as he stiffen his posture; he then let out a loud bellow, shaking the walls as bits a pieces came crashing down. As the interior fell, Montreal started to move to us, taking long slow stride as he growled.
"You will pay for that!" He gains speed as he shortly took off in a sprint. We all braced ourselves for our next attack; as I drew my hand to my short blade, I noticed Proserpina had suddenly token off from the corner of my eye. She bolted straight ahead towards the charging beast man and the distance between them grew closer.
"Is she insane?" Not entirely, Pokota and here is why; my theory is that, just like she said prior to drinking that fowl stuff, that she has 'done this before'. With that, my guess is she had a general idea, OR at least was aware of the repercussions in the aftermath. I would go with that she had this knowing and went along with it for this exact reasoning; to defeat the vampires, whichever single handedly, or as a team.
"Do you think she is going to die?" I'm not quite sure, Gourry. That's something I can only based off of what has happen to those existing in our world, in case you forgotten because you have this jellyfish mentality where everything, including your damn memory, had slip away rather often then I like to admit. I can only based off of what has happened from what I've heard along the grape vine; it is said that when one consumes the blood of the vampire, you are "almost turn", and you must complete the rest, or you will feel sick for a long time, or worst, you could die. It's also something that people normally don't do on a daily bases. Yet, in Proserpina's case, she had claimed she's "done it before", meaning that she was familiar with the grim consequence.. Then maybe so, just for the sake of the turnaround to get us out of this. I wished deep down that Amelia and her father didn't get involved in this in the first place, but then again they were starting to become a threat even that close to their kingdom's borders. If I was in their place, I'd probably do the same. Yes, but with a Dragon Slave before we ever step foot here.
She collided with him with an incredible force, tackling him within moments of him being in front of us. The two fell to the ground with a tremendous force, and a struggle begins as Montreal did his best to dominated Proserpina. She grunted as he growled, pushing against each other. Pokota gasped before he started to chant; another fiery blast shot from his palms. The smoke cleared; it was again ineffective on any of the both as they continue to struggle unfazed.
"Well I'm out of ideas…" The younger prince dryly said in a pout, crossing his arms as he side-glance at the rest of us. "Are there any other volunteers here?" He asks with a wrinkled forehead. I clicked my tongue as I rolled my eyes at the others. Prince Phil scoffed as Amelia sighed. "I'm afraid I would hit Ms. Proserpina by accident." She said softly as she watched the two. "I don't know what kind of effect the holy magic would have on her in this state. I'm going with if it hurts them-"She nudged to Montreal. "That it may do harm to her as well, and what shaman magic I know would be as good as the Fire Ball Pokota casted." Fair enough. I gazed over at Zel, who was still prompt against the wall for support.
"I'm still recovering." He mumbled audio enough for my ears to pick up. Amelia was right; he shouldn't had of pushed himself, but if it wasn't for his maneuver he did, we would all been in a grave predicament. Montreal intentions to kill were that strong, and preceded so as he slammed Proserpina against the floor. The wood shattered after multiple waves of hit against it as he plummet her body hard into it. He snarled as he lifted her from the hole that was created, and proceed to raise her high above his head. Gourry made an exaggerated noise as he swayed in his place; his brow furrow as he internally dispute with himself. This last for only what felt like seconds; without hesitation he readies his blade, and takes off in a full sprint towards the both.
"Gourry-"I felt his name slip out as I attempted to grab him reflexively. I watched as he carries himself as fast as he could. "Sorry! I can't just watch and do nothing!" He shouts from over his shoulder. "I got to do something! I can't just watch her fight this guy alone!"
"Mr. Gourry…" Amelia eyes watered up as she felt moved by Gourry. "He can't just go in like that! It's completely suicidal!" Yeah? You don't say…. "We have to stop him!"
"Hang on!" The air around Pokota swirled as he muttered his lips. "Ray Wing!" He flew right to blond warrior, grabbing him as he sped around in a semi circle, soaring back to us!
"Why did you do that? "He crossly question as the prince dropped him to his feet. "I wanted to help her! Why did you grab me-"
"Sir Gourry!" Prince Phil squared his shoulders as he approached the annoyed warrior. "You need to get your head together! What were you thinking?" Probably nothing, that's most likely the case. You should at least by now that it's just nothing but a jelly like substance that exist within the space cavity that normally filled with the gray matter that we all are suppose to have. Nope, not Gourry's case; again floating jellyfish effect. Even though he was rash about it, I could understand why so he felt the inclination to jolt out, putting himself in risk like that. Though there are times I don't agree when he does this. I've learnt the hard way that you can't save everyone. The grunting that came from Proserpina cause us to shift our attention; Montreal now had a firm hold on her as his arms snaked around her torso while she withed as she struggled from his grasp. More of her armor gleam as he squeezed tightly against her. The vampire monster laughed as he flexes his limb, causing veins in its fleshy appearance to budge out.
"Do you think you really have what it takes to defeat a true vampire?" He jeered as she huffed though gritted teeth. "You're not even a completed one at that!" I think we are all aware of that, thank you. "You're a mistake. A failed attempt to a glorious idea! You're nothing but an over glorified freak show!" His voice echoed loudly as he thrust her towards the ceilings, breaking it upon impact as it crumbles more on to us! Huge piece collided as Gourry towered himself above me while Pokota grabbed Prince Phil, shoving them to the ground. Amelia made a grab for Zel, who ended up shielded her despite of him trying to recover. The crashing stop and the debris settled, creating a clearing that at least let my eyes make out what was going on. Montreal now stood there with this puzzled expression on his feature as he gazes at the hole above. It was quick; Proserpina launches herself rapidly and feet first into his face. The smack from where she made contact was enough to send the beast backwards, stumbling over his feet as he let out an enraged roar. He swayed as he rebalances his self, taking a swipe at the woman before she evaded it. That is where she leapt high above his head, aiming a swift kick right at his forehead, but he grabs her in mid motion and tosses her near us like some rag doll. She then smacks into the wall and her body slumps down to the floor.
"Shit…" I heard her grumbled lowly as she slowly stood to her feet. "There is no win with this guy, isn't there?" The rest of us at first nodded in agreement, while Amelia begun to fume. Her hand beamed a brilliant light as she chanted.
"Elmeka Flame!" The flames of spiritual essence soon traveled their way to Montreal, nipping at his heels first before it spread though his form. His body set ablaze as he scream curses at the princess. "You spoiled cunt!" His skin smolder as it set vapors of smoke into the air. "That may have of hurt me, but-"The hazed clear as his skin started to regenerate. "It didn't entirely put a stop to me, as you can see." Another ball of heinous energy swirled in front of him before setting it off at full speed at her. A blast of wind countered it as Zelgadis made a step in front of Amelia, focusing as his lips quietly muttered the spell causing the gale. Both of the combinations of swirled energies soon dissipated as they both discontinue. The blue chimera swayed a bit before lapsing to one knee, along with both Amelia and her father at his side.
"She did tell you to not overexert yourself, Sir Greywords."Prince Phil barked as they both fought to keep him stable. Amelia' eyes flickered as she studied on Montreal ahead of us. The crimson aura round him grew more as his let out a low hiss. I got the feeling that her attack did pissed him off more than harm him; his flesh popped back in place as he began to move to us with wide strides.
"We need to create a diversion," Proserpina piped up as her gaze shifted from us to him. "Something to slow him down; I got an idea, but I'm going to need some of you to play a part in this. You three-"She gestured at Amelia, Pokota and Gourry as they all pointed at their selves with raised expressions "Yes. I need you guys listen up! "The remaining of us exchanged glances as the trio of us where under the impression that we are left out of this organized event. Proserpina spoken lowly but I could make out what she was saying as she gathered the other three around her.
"Okay princess," She addressed Amelia as the girl bobbed her head. "I need you to cast that spell you did earlier, as many as you can as you can. Don't worry about hitting me; I'll do my best to dodge them." She patted her shoulder before looking at Pokota. "I need you to create a screen of smoke around him, each time after she has done her thing. You need to make sure that Dickless doesn't-"
"Did she just call him at?" There was a slight hint of amusement in Zel's tone as he shook his head. At least I wasn't hearing things. I hone in my ears as I heard out the rest of the plan. "-See homeboy come at him, by the time the smoke clears and does he see him, we both will be able to attack at both end at once. So-"She nudged at Gourry, knocking him out of his gaze. "When I give you the signal; you run like a complete brainless maniac at him, just like you did before. You got that?" He nodded his head with his usual eagerness for a fight. The four then station in front of us; Amelia grew in a radiant light as Pokota gather flames between his palms. Gourry readied his blade in front of his, his feet squared off to take off at any minute. Meanwhile Proserpina dip out into the side lines while Montreal attention was focus more on the glowing princess.
"Oh you little bitch!" He sneered at her as he grew energy around himself. "You are still determined that that little magic trick of yours is going to work?" Amelia narrowed her brow as she proceeded to chant, and just like planned before; she was the first to set off her spell. Another Elemka Flame bit at the vampire beast' body as Pokota set of the fiery ball, creating the first wave of smoke around him. The princess' lip moved as she prepare for the second one. "Ra Tilt!" She shirked as a pillar of spiritual essence torn though Montreal's being, and another fire ball was set off following that. Then a strange light streaked though the dense haze and Gourry sprinted forward, even quickly as he raced his way to the monster.
'That must've been the signal.' I thought to myself as I quickly glance at the other two; Prince Phil seemed rather impress at his daughter as he watched her continue to launch a few more at Montreal. I admit; I'm pretty proud of her myself, but probably not as much as her daddy here as he beamed with a radinace at her.
"Good job, Amelia!" He applauds as she gave a tired smile in return. Meanwhile, Zelgadis seem to be focus on the clouds ahead, as they started to swirl from the movement within. Gourry leapt forward as he too disappeared into the smoke screen. He follows intensively as he moved his head to the sounds of crashing where done. Something or one was thrown, while a man lets out a yell as a gleam from a silver blade flashes.
"LET DO THIS!" Gourry shouted as the clouds around his cleared away, putting right into Montreal's sight. The monster turn to him, and laugh as he swung back a massive claw before punching for the spot Gourry was in.
"Think Again!" There as a faint whistle as Gourry gave it his all as his blade attach itself to Montreal' flesh. He dug it deep into the beast' elbow and twist his body as he flings the other side out. A massive amount of blood is spew from the newly created wound. Then he uses the creature' shoulder to hoist himself forward as he flung himself towards his face.
"AHHHHHHH!" He slash his blade ahead of him, across of where Montreal' eyes would have been. The beast reared back as more crimson spray from the second wound. While Gourry exceedingly preformed his task, I watched as Proserpina landed on the beast' back, grasping both of his wings as she started to pull. Montreal thrashes about wildly; flailing his claws as he attempt to swoop about both Gourry and Proserpina. The pearly chimera had a good hold on old boy' wings while Gourry was sent flying towards Pokota. The prince swiftly grabs the guy before he crashes to the floor. He looks up at him with his face flushed from being held bridal style. Pokota scuffs as he drops the blond, causing Gourry to land buttocks first.
"Ow! Be easy on me!" He whined as he braced himself to his feet, rubbing his backside as he readjusts his sword. "I could have broken my back, you know!"
"You breaking your bones are the least of our worries!' Zel chimed in as Gourry crossed his arms. "We have more dire concerns to fret about!" There was a good part of me that felt like he was a tad cranky from not being as involved. I don't blame him for feeling that way, but I don't want him or anyone to say the wrong things, and break Gourry' spirit. He didn't seem to be taken aback by what he said anyways. The blond seem more in mind of the struggle once more between that of Montreal and Proserpina. She still tugged at the joints of his great bat like wings while he started to smash his back against the wall nearby. He continues to bash as she kept held on, and more of the wall collapse, revealing more of the twisted appearance of the inside of this manor. We all peered into the hole, but nothing made sense as several of rooms conjoined in a messy juncture. It just gave it an appearance of a massive jigsaw of different areas that were senselessly crammed into each other. Was this the true appearance of the manor? Did that strange device that both Montreal and Lady Karnstein possessed was able to control and shift the insides of this building at will? I'm inclining to a yes on that, but I don't know about the remotes current whereabouts. Lest to be known to have it last was the very man who was currently a vampire beast, which was still persisted on getting Proserpina off his back. The question was what happened to it or if he still had it. More of the walls fell down, exposing more of the estrange interior as the two continue to duel over strength. She remain firmly attach to him, no matter how hard the impacts were from him smashing himself about. He was getting to the point where fatigue was hitting him, panting as his fighting ceased. He tumbled to the ground; it shook the room violently as he let out a low groan. The pearly chimera gave the base of one of his wings a great pull, before snapping it loose like it was a twig.
"Whoa…" Pokota' voice trailed off as he watches in a mild amazement as she works to tear out the next. "She just rips them off….Like he was some kind of bug…" The recent was tossed and landed with a thud in front of the beast' face, his eyes merely flickered as he registers his defeat. Montreal violently quake as he body reverted back to its original form. His skin lighten as he shrunk back to his normal built; Proserpina to his front. He peers up to her from his brows; his darken eyes narrowing in to hers as he gritted his teeth hard.
"Damn you!" He rasped with the attempt to grab her ankle. The moment his finger grasp around her slender bone, the rest of us decided to regroup with Proserpina. Gourry had stormed ahead and kicked Montreal's hand away. He flinched and acted like he was going to do it again, until Amelia, Pokota, Prince Phil and I circled around him.
"It will be wise of you to now surrender." The blue chimera was the last to join us as he staggered behind. Despite of his state, I still wouldn't put it past Zel to make the effort to put the vampire back in his place. "If you try to pull something funny, one of us, or maybe all, will stop you at all cost. Even that of what's left of your undead life." There was this coldness in his voice as he sided along with Proserpina, using his sword as a brace.
"I also highly suggest that you start fucking talking and tell me where my shit is!" She leaned in a bit towards his face. Montreal gulps hard before cracking a grin. "I'll tell you when I'm dead." He rasped as Proserpina expression went sour. She went to raise her hand high to strike, but Zel interfered.
"That may be with the duchess." He dryly stated as he left go of her wrist. "It may be best if we keep him around to show us where she is."
"Okay…" She clicked her tongue as she got close in on Montreal's face. "Listen up, Dickless." No emphasizing on that at all. Once it's cut off, it's gone, and I don't think that will be growing back anytime soon. "You don't have the luxury to be bull-shitting around. So get it together, and take us to your boss bitch, or I'll finish you off here and now. It's your choice, bud." Montreal eyes went a bit wide as he swallowed his pride really hard. I think he got the impression that she was no longer playing around with him anymore, and she basically made that rather clear for him. So he decided…
She had fastened a chain around his neck, making it as nearly tight to the point that when she pulled, it dug deep into his skin. She did this whenever he would refuse to move, leading us to where the countess current dwelled at. I must confessed; Proserpina does have a cruel side to her, within reasoning I'm sure, but I can't help to be grateful that I'm not in that guys' shoes. That's even more of a reason to not be a threat in any sort towards her. It's a good thing we didn't dare to come up with the approach that everyone else seem to have. This guy even had the audacity to test her as we kept pursuit, occasionally he would try to wonder off in an odd direction, or purposely lead us in a fowl direct. This would result in Proserpina yanking his chain in a hilarious (at least to me, what I have a somewhat sadist streak. Doesn't everyone?) Way that reminded me of a misbehaved dog back home.
"Stop fucking around, and come on!" She yelled as she nearly dragged the ashamed vampire behind him. There was a point earlier where she even forced him to wrap his behind. It's not like he really has anything (Thanks to Zel!), other than his rear end. Proserpina complain the majority of the time traveling to this point as Montreal walk before us, finally tossing him a long towel to wrap himself in.
"Give yourself a diaper or toga. I don't care. I'm done with seeing your ass." The fabric drooped from his head as he grumbled lowly to himself, tying the sheet around his hips. I guess he went for the adult brief look instead of the other. It was a good laugh for all of us; it even got a chuckle from Zel. That's rare!
"I'm going to tell my kids this one…" Pokota wiped a tear from his eye as Amelia giggled loudly. "It doesn't help that he is waddling now-"Her mirth grew more as Montreal glared back at us as we continue to joke on him.
"Maybe he has it on too tight?" The amusement was even heavy is the tone as the blue chimera used his balled fist to cover his mouth. "It looks rather uncomfortable."
"Does he need a binky?" Oh gods, Gourry. Don't you take part of this! "Or is it called a pacifier? I probably would be in need of one too if my balls were looped off!" I lost composer as I slouch to my knees. This was gold. I could feel my eyes watered as I got back to my usual pace.
"Come on Dickless! Stop walking like a baby!" Proserpina chimed was she wrench at his bindings. "You're fucking embarrassing me. You figured you waddled more if you still had your nads. Stop being a put on and GO!" The hallway felt like it was as before; an eternal stretch of time as its colors would fade into a different pattern. We finally approach a tall duet of doors. I recognized this portal; this was the one to Lady Karnstein. Montreal stood before the entrance as his legs bowed as he knocked on the surface. A few loud raps were done, enough of be hear as the door creaked open wide enough for us to take our entrance.
Authors' note: Whew! Finally this chapter squared off and the following is being processed as the final conclusion is review in the following! Finally I can go back to the plot. Ugh I felt like this took too long then I liked it to.
As always, I want to thank the individuals who have read this far into this story. It gives me a great feeling and it motives me on the level where I feel at my best. Again, thank you all so much! This gives me inspiration, and I hope it does the same to you all as well.