Chapter VIII - An Ever-shifting Mess
*Fair Warning* There will be nasty parts in this...After all, it pertains to De Vil and how the twins came to have their current appearance, so...you have been warned. I'll show another bolded text when you come back to the story*
[The moment De Vil perished]
"Please...Please kill him. Please...Please kill-"
The woman continued to speak her mantra only for her mouth to be curled around the word 'kill' as she felt the slave tattoo that was branded into her chest during the start of her punishment that connected her to him shatter as her once dull eyes now a hint of life returned to them.
She weakly got up only to stumble and fall after constant hours of kneeling and praying to any deity that would listen to her as she half-stumbled and half-crawled out of the room to a nearby bathroom, she raised a hand marred from her continuous habit of chewing her fingertips down to the nub from the constant stress.
Her once beautiful blonde hair that fell to her waist which was once compared to an angel's was now roughly sawed off to fall a bit past the length of her jaw, thinning and receding with multiple itchy bald patches due to the stress of her punishment and her pulling out bits and pieces from her harrowing situation.
Her skin was lackluster with a collection of bruises that never healed properly and she suffered from constant aches and pain. Her gums receded and her teeth were wobbly in her mouth from lack of management, her once bright violet eyes her father once compared to his favorite amethyst gems he loved to pin to his chest whenever he went out were now dull.
Her eyes started to water as they fell down her cheeks, her mind was so fuzzy she couldn't even recall his face nor her mother's, but then the familiar sneer of De Vil pierced through the front of her mind and made her fall on her ass, causing her to let out a strangle of a shout her raw throat couldn't produce. Pain lit up her nerves as she slowly moved to a more comfortable position she took in multiple breaths, the stench of human filth wafting off of her didn't even register as she waited for the pain to dull enough for her to move.
She slowly worked up the strength to pull up her body to stare at the stranger in the mirror looking back at her. If she were her old self, she would have shrieked so loud the mirror would have shattered but none of that mattered, she shakingly pulled down the collar of her dress and gasped.
The vile brand that was burned into her chest that brought her status down from being a noble from a respectable family to that of property that could only experience the sickening punishment he bestowed upon her...was finally gone. All that was left before her was her pale skin unmarred by that brand, she froze, her eyes wide as she searched every inch of her chest and torso but it was true.
The brand was gone that meant De Vil was finally dead.
She then made to cry in relief as she choked out, "He's dead...He's finally dead!"
It took a long moment before she could leave the bathroom she tried to collect herself as she leaned her body against the cold wall next to the bathroom door before she slumped to the cold floor. The silence caused her mind to wander as behind her eyes flashed an image of two blurry figures.
She closed her eyes as she focused on the image and then two names slowly became clear as she sounded them out.
"Aidan...Emma..."
[Viewing Room]
Emma felt a shiver run down her back as her face twisted in disgust and hatred, it wasn't the same as when De Vil leered at her or how he licked her back during their unfortunate sessions, this one made her want to set a house on fire.
Aidan looked at her, "What is it?"
She took two slow deep breaths before answering him, "It seems a certain Squonk has finally stopped crying and realized it has two children."
He let out a mixture of disgust and amusement as his lips curled upward, "A squonk...What a fitting description."
Then they heard footsteps...unsure, wobbly footsteps.
"Here she comes."
Emma cringed as her lips curled into a horrible scowl, "Oh...joy."
The door slowly opened and the she-boar came out, practically tumbling over her feet only for her face to greet the hard tile.
She groaned in pain as Aidan tutted in dismay, "To think the once so proud Elisa De Vil nee Reliford is now lying flat on her face like a filthy flea-ridden mutt."
Emma coldly glared at her with loathing, "Have you finally stopped crying?"
Elisa slowly raised her head as her eyes fell on the two of them, only for Aidan to clap twice and the lights switched on and all three of them got their first good look at each other after a long time.
When Elisa's eyes got accustomed to the light she stared at them, and she said, "You're not my children."
"Were we ever at the start, Elisa? Especially since you gave us to that miserable brute to save your skin. But you being so much of a stupid bitch couldn't even flee properly. Did you think you could escape with your abilities when you can't even get up in the morning without help?"
"Wha, but who are you to be saying such a thing to me!"
Aidan gave a disgusted snort tinted with amusement, "It seems you still have some of your arrogance. Your son...The unfortunate bastard born from the coupling of you and that brutish freak of nature."
"B-but-!"
Aidan turned to his sister who hadn't left her position on the couch, "Emma, dear, it seems our dear mother doesn't remember us?"
She shook her head, "Not surprising because his punishment raddled her brain so much she's barely coherent."
Emma got off the couch, made her way over to her, and ripped off her dress, leaving the woman stripped bare in front of them, Elisa gagged on her scream that landed her into a harsh coughing fit, spraying plaque, saliva, and phlegm on the clean tiled floor.
"Not much to look at," Aidan quipped
"Not surprising considering the fucker squeezed out everything of worth, if there's one thing that bastard is good at is that those who cross him will never come out unscathed."
The woman shivered at the memory of him.
Emma grabbed the front of what remained of her hair bangs, forcing her to look at her, and stated, "Do you remember dear mother? That day of the absolute hell you brought upon us?"
She shivered as she tried to curl in on herself, but couldn't look away from the frozen look of loathing that was burning a hole into her skull.
"Of course, you do, or is it possible that only slivers of those days remain in your putrid gray matter."
Elisa opened her mouth and it took several tries before she could say, "I'm sorry."
Aidan made to kneel next to his sister, "My, my, an apology? I thought you said, Railfords don't apologize for shit? What happened to that?"
She had no rebuttal, but her words or her apologies didn't matter to them. Nothing she could do or say would correct her wrongs. The once beautiful, arrogant woman was now brought to a pitiful state as she silently begged for understanding and compassion when she gave none when the shoe was on the other foot.
She started to continuously mutter apologies that Emma quickly got sick off and cracked her across the face, bringing her miserable face close to her, "Enough of your meaningless apologies, you miserable bitch. You knew what that sick fuck was capable of. Sorry will not fix what was done to Aidan or myself! That sick fuck lived to sate his perverted sadism and you knew what would happen if you tried to run, but you forced us to run away with you and the result turned us into lookalikes of her...I will never forgive you for that and neither will Aidan."
Emma forced her away from her in disgust, turning away to wipe her hands on a spare napkin while Elisa just sobbed as Aidan stood up, burning the pathetic image of the woman before him into his mind, he withheld the urge to spit before he grabbed the woman by what remained of her hair and said, "Come, Emma, it's time we end this miserable farce."
"Yeah."
Aidan roughly dragged her out of the room with Emma trailing beside him, as Elisa continued to cry and plead for mercy but there was nothing more to be said, they left the room and dragged her down the hall leading into the foyer, outfitted with dark tile, the walls were made of dark marbling with splashes of gold and white, a pair of staircases that led up to the second floor of the four-story manor.
The wide medium-toned wooden doors were thick with hand-craved silver doorknobs, along with a plethora of false windows or hardened glass windows with tints. A massive chandelier that was as cold as it was gaudy, a signature of Leonadro's expensive tastes, a fixture so expensive it could feed a small town and keep all its resources running for half a decade.
They hated this foyer with a malicious intensity ever since that accursed day when they were left to rot and be used and abused at his hands. All for an arrogant bitch who bit off far more than she could chew and choked on it.
They dragged her to the same location where they stood all those years ago when they still had their original appearances.
Aidan coldly growled, "Do you remember...Elisa? Do you remember what you did to us in this very room?"
[Flashback - Several Years Ago] - *Nasty part, incoming
Emma stood slightly behind Aidan as she held his hand, and they stared at the sobbing mess of a woman, their mother who was pleading for mercy in front of De Vil who was surrounded by his men, all staring at the situation. Aidan knew to remain as silent and unmoving as possible and squeezed Emma's hand as a warning to do the same. She tapped the side of his hand with her forefinger twice, signaling that she understood.
Aiden had shaggy blonde hair with dark slate-colored eyes as he wore a white button-up shirt with dress pants and fitted loafers. Emma had long dark hair that fell to the middle of her back with purple amethyst-colored eyes, she was wearing a dark navy blue dress with ballet flats, they both had the same fair skin tone as their mother.
There were few in this room who felt pity for the woman kneeling before De Vil, but they had the sense not to show it, they could only do what they were told and stay out of the way. But the majority felt it was about time, she was a horrid woman, almost as bad as De Vil, but in a more pathetic way that made her the mean girl queen of gold diggers.
She knelt low, her body pressed into the tilted floor, her finely manicured nails clasped together in her plea for mercy as she sobbed and begged before she lifted her head to show her ruined face, flushed from her tears and snot smearing her perfect makeup as she pleaded for another chance. However, there would be no mercy, De Vil remained silent through it all as he watched her beg and plead, usually, he would have sent her off to the breeding pit as her pleas didn't even get him half hard.
His cold gaze remained on the miserable excuse of a woman who had the absolute gall to try and leave him behind with his money and children. Mercy wasn't even on the table considering what she attempted to do, she could sob and wail all she wanted, but all it did was annoy him.
No one under his control left when they wanted, people could only leave him on his time and when he ordered it.
Once she finished her sobs and pleas, De Vil's coldly quipped, "Mercy?"
She flinched at the hard tone as he continued, "You have a lot of gall to beg me for mercy, you stupid bitch."
He snapped his fingers a maid was allowed into the room from his right, the sharp clacks of her high heels rang out through the room, a skimpy maid outfit with silver stockings that led up her long legs to her garter belt hidden underneath her uniform, that left nothing to the imagination. Her hair was dark brown with honey-brown eyes and fair skin. She held his golden cigar case and opened it before him, allowing him to choose.
He picked out one and she immediately lit it when he put it in his mouth, as he sucked in a deep breath before exhaling a plum of smoke that just made a pleasurable buzz run through him, lighting his mood.
He smacked her ass, and she gave him a happy smile before making her leave when he shooed her away, allowing her to quickly exit the scene and the room to be focused on De Vil and Elisa. Aidan knew her punishment would be vile to the point that skin-peeling would be a mercy, he just hoped his sister and himself wouldn't be a part of it.
A sigh escaped him, "However since you have been so earnestly begging for the past hour...I decided to be nice."
Aidan felt sick at those words as he squeezed his sister's hand, some of the weaker men barely showed a silver of their discomfort before becoming emotionless once again.
"I'll give you a chance, my pretty little Elisa."
"Anything! I'll give you anything and everything you desire to get you to forgive me!"
"Forgive you? No, no, Elisa dear, some things in life just can't be forgiven. You tried to run away from me, on top of that taking the brats and a generous portion of my own money. Haven't I given you everything your little heart desired and you left me without so much of a goodbye? No, dear, at least one of those things is a death sentence already. Add on to your utter gall, well...you know my reputation already, don't you?"
"I will give you anything you desire, please...please spare me!"
He hummed, "Good, good, you're learning. Now, you said you would give me anything and everything? You meant it?"
"Yes! Everything I have is yours! I will give you whatever you desire!"
"Wonderful, you know I love to collect debts and no one escapes from me and since you ran away with the brats, I had to take some collateral, you understand, don't you?"
"O-Of course!"
He smiled, "Good, I'm glad you understand for you see, I already took what I wanted from your parents. See?"
He gestured with his right hand and a slew of pictures were dropped before Elisa, the choked horrified gasp was barely silenced but rang out into the silent air as she covered her mouth. Her skin turned pale from the horror as a cold sweat enveloped her as she started to tremble, her eyes wide with horror.
Her father who always gifted her whatever she desired was now broken and defiled, his face forever frozen in a permanent whimper that would never be completed, his body was covered in bruises and she could tell they had broken all of his limbs and most of the bones in his body. He was drenched in piss as a final disgrace before he finally passed away.
Her mother's photo made her want to throw up as she pressed her lips together as she swallowed the bile that crawled up her throat, her mother's limbs were removed and she was drenched in semen, her eyes were plucked from eye sockets, her mouth was prided open and it was obvious she choked to death.
The next couple of pictures were of her entire manor burning from start to finish and the remainder of the photos were of every servant that tended to her being hunted down, tortured, and placed in a giant pyre to burn.
Elisa wanted to scream but she calmed herself, she knew she had to survive, that was burned into her memory, to survive and protect herself.
He gave an amused look, "I'm sure you have no complaints about what I did?"
She sniffled and cleaned herself up before she gave her well-practiced smile, "Of course. They perished for my foolish actions and I can only sincerely apologize and be grateful you bestowed them their death in my place. Please I will do anything that you ask of me, please allow me to be your beloved wife once again."
She then gave a low bow once again.
An amused scoff escaped him as he continued to smoke his cigar. "Hmm..."
His cold gaze fell upon his children for a long, uncomfortable moment before he turned back towards her.
"Then, let me ask you this, who will you choose? Your life or the children who you gave birth to?"
Without a single moment of hesitation, she spoke, "My life, let me keep my life, my love."
Emma felt sick as her hand was crushed within Aidan's own as he remained stone-faced, there were no words to describe how much he despised the woman before him.
A dark revolting leer fell on his lips, as he nodded in approval, "Not even a moment's hesitation, you are so earnestly willing to toss away your children to save your hide?"
She slowly raised her head to look at him, "If it means I get to be your beloved wife, I don't care who or what I have to throw away!"
Her children were heartbroken, Emma had to swallow the whimper that so desperately wanted to come out while Aidan clenched his teeth so hard he could hear them creaking as he pressed Emma against his side while she clutched the back of his shirt, hoping this scenario was nothing more than a bad dream.
De Vil smiled with a firm nod, "There's the ruthless woman I chose, not a damn given for your parents or your children. Only look out for yourself, correct?"
"Yes, my love."
"Excellent. Now, make it known to them."
She stood up and coldly stared at them both, "I'm sure you both remember what I told you when you were old enough to understand. Do not get in the way, do not in any way upset your father, and finally when the time comes for you to give yourselves for my sake, you will do it with no hesitation or rebuttal."
She grabbed both their faces in a way that prevented them from speaking out, "That time has come for you two to be useful. Those nine months I spent carrying you two have finally been useful, so as of now, you two are dead to me. I will live my life so never darken my sight again."
Elisa released her grip on them, her fingernails cutting crescent-shaped moons into their skin as she turned around to find De Vil who smiled at her with open arms, she grinned and raced to envelop him into a hug, sharing a lustful kiss with her before he said, "Take them down to the lab."
Emma and Aidan were ripped away from each other, quickly silenced, and removed from the hall, despite their struggling as De Vil shooed his men away, leaving only the two of them alone.
A chuckle escaped him, "What a ruthless bitch you are."
She rubbed against him as she pressed her breasts against his chest, "For you and only you, love!"
He grabbed a handful of her ass as she moaned as she held his face, "Please, my love. Allow me to please you?"
"Why not."
He led her back to their shared bedroom and allowed her to please him in her usual way, she let him do whatever he desired with her throughout the night, every single part of her he used to his content before he settled down, leaving her filthy, but she would gladly bask in it as long as she could survive.
[Morning]
A series of light knocks echoed through the room, awakening them both from their slumber of last night's activities as she raised the blanket to cover her chest, De Vil sat up, running a hand through his hair, his eyes were closed as he spoke in a dry tone, "What is it?"
"My Lord, this is your morning call. Do you want your order from yesterday to be initiated?"
He opened his eyes as his lips curled into a grin, "Yes, I do."
The door slammed open with a slew of men behind his head butler as Elisa shrieked as she was dragged out of bed, her face was flushed with rage, "What the fuck are you doing! I am the wife of Leonardo De Vil! Who the fuck do you maggots think you are!"
De Vil decided to crush her delusions as he cooly stated, "You aren't my wife anymore."
She paled, "What? But I-"
He gave her a mocking sneer, "Did you think that I would just forgive you for just spreading your legs for a night? You think rather highly of yourself for a set of loose raw holes. But since I'm in a rather jovial mood, I'll dock five dollars from your debt total for our entire romp yesterday. Let's see...two dollars for your ass, two dollars for your mouth, and one dollar for that loose pussy. You owe me the entire total of what you stole for me along with the cost of everything I spent on your wretched hide, but the butler will be sure to explain the entire cost of your crimes."
Elisa wanted to throw up as De Vil continued, "But I'll make sure to get my money's worth so weep and be grateful, you'll live just as you desired. Get her prepared, I want her as tight as a fresh virgin, and prepare my breakfast!"
"Yes, sir!" The head butler said
She trembled in the grip of the several men that held her as tears fell down her face as she screamed at him, "You bastard! I gave you everything and you do this to me!"
She continued to scream as they dragged her away as a trio of maids came forward with his outfit for the day to clean up the room and tend to him in the bath, as he coldly chuckled.
The last thing he heard before the door to his bathroom was shut was her wail of absolute horror, which brightened his mood as he laughed.
Elisa was dragged, kicking, and screaming only to be smacked which caused her to rage even harder before the door opened and she realized in horror that she was in front of the prepping room. The device was placed just within sight, it was something she couldn't even describe but she knew that De Vil hinted at it being used when he needed to prepare a new toy for his next boost of money.
She vomited a putrid mixture of bile and semen before she wailed like a freshly created banshee before she was shoved inside and forced within the device. She was restrained and violently cleaned to the point of burning and chafing before she was injected with a substance that was particularly created under De Vil's order to create a perfect fucktoy that would never break.
Then she was branded with De Vil's symbol on her chest, it was excruciating and it made her soil herself which subjected her to another violent routine cleaning.
After removing her from the device, she was dragged to a private room with a plethora of men, she couldn't recognize them, but all of them had faced the end of her attitude and the punishment that came with it. She couldn't attempt to flee even if she wanted to and she was ripped into by every single one of the servants and bodyguards who made to use her for their benefit and lust.
Each day was lost in a continuous rhythmic sensation of thrusts, it was unending and they were unyielding, she couldn't even scream, her mind just went blank as she was used until they squeezed out every bit of fun they could out of her body and her debt was repaid in full before she was dragged and shoved in a tiny room to rot.
[When Emma and Aidan were dragged away]
They were dragged to the lab where they were stripped of their clothes and restrained to cold metallic tables, their mouths were sealed so they couldn't bite through their tongues before the mad scientists under their so-called father's command did what they were ordered to do.
To make them into the perfect copies of the one thing he both loathed and desired to have but couldn't obtain with all his power and resources.
What was done to them could only be described as pure Hell, the excruciating pain of being molded into something different from yourself including the emotional heartbreak and turmoil of your mother leaving you to save her skin. The physical and mental anguish of being carved and sliced into like a Thanksgiving turkey was vile, including the toxic slurry that forced them to remain conscious and supersede their pain threshold to not go into shock.
No part of their body was left untouched and unsoiled and they ended the process with their eyes as they were painfully pulled out before they welcomed darkness when the vile pain only found in Hell receded enough to the point that they could finally fall unconscious.
Emma could only think of her brother, tears of blood dripping down her face as the burning sensation of her body being modified numbed to the point she could rest as she hoped, if she had to die, her brother had to survive and live. Aidan felt absolute loathing for every single thing except his sister. He didn't care if he had to sell his soul to the devil himself, he would burn down everything and kill himself after he finished if his sister didn't survive. His rage was noted and he was forcefully injected with a concoction that removed his consciousness as he drifted off, hoping his sister would be alive if he woke up again.
The pair woke up after a collection of days, Aidan snapped awake first and froze, trying his most damn not to move as he tried to calculate where he was only to recall the violent pain he experienced before he blacked out.
'The damned lab...I'm still restrained and I feel bandages. Did Emma make it?'
He could only strain himself to hear the ticking of the clock near the entrance of the lab as he calculated each minute and tried to let his mind wander to any morbid thoughts as he tried to think of the peaceful moments with his sister. Then the door slammed open and made him swallow his tongue and he heard a shriek of terror making both elation and fear pierce through him.
'She's alive. But what did that sick fuck do to us?'
He could smell the vile stench of his cigar smoke as a multitude of footsteps surrounded them and he heard the light flick on as he heard De Vil say, "Is it done?"
One of the scientists, spoke in a slimy tone of voice, "Yes, Lord De Vil! I'm sure you will be very pleased!"
"You better be right unless you wish to be worm food."
The slimy tone fell away to fear as he tried not to stutter, "Of course, my Lord. Remove their bindings and show our Lord the results of our hard work!"
Aidan felt hands slowly undo the bindings and his eyes were temporarily blinded as his skin met with the cold, steralized air of the lab and when his vision turned to normal, he saw someone else.
The girl tried not to rub her eyes before her stare bored into his own only for a mirror to be shoved into their faces, to show themselves, but with a different face. The pair were horrified, they were made into the likeness of Naruko herself, much to De Vil's pleasure.
De Vil was pleased and had them sent off to their rooms and said, "I will make sure you are rewarded. So, make sure they don't do anything stupid."
It was then that they were forced to continuously sate De Vil's perverted lust, the first time was excruciating and horrid, and made Aidan hug a toilet seat for the majority of the day as he attempted to clean himself, scrubbing himself raw, but nothing would drive it away. It was worse for Emma as she screamed and cried, something that drove De Vil crazy, as it was exactly what he wanted the original to do.
Aidan helped her as best as he could, comforting her at night and training her not to cry, it would finish quicker and make him lose interest. They learned how to make it bearable and make the session finish quickly, they learned how to read his movements and facial features to the point of being able to tell what he would do next.
It was six months after their forceful change into mere copies of the original that they found out what happened to their so-called mother who left them to rot to save herself. She didn't make it very far, at first they wanted to kill her, but after witnessing her suffer the same thing they were forced to go through at the hands of De Vil, they decided to leave her to her well-deserved punishment and if she died, they would find out when the smell came through. By the time they finished with her, she would be broken beyond repair.
A rather fitting end for someone so willing to sacrifice their children for their benefit.
[Present] - *You can come back now, the nasty part is over!
Silence surrounded the three of them as they were pulled back from memory lane, only for Elisa to sniffle and start sobbing.
Emma softly spoke, "Do you remember now...You fucking miserable bitch?"
"Please...I'm sorry! I have done you both wrong in many ways, but please."
Aidan sneered, "Pleading now? Don't you remember, Elisa? Pleading is for those who have nothing to offer."
She could only beg for forgiveness as snot and tears ran down her face creating a vile image, but both children relished in it, the miserable face of someone so haughty who loved to look down on everything and anyone that displeased her. The fact that she had the gall to beg, all her promises about how she would be the best mother for them, she would never let them go and they had to forgive her.
Emma was revolted and looked at her brother who nodded back and dragged her away from the room, she was weak and couldn't fight against Aidan's strength as she continued to plead but they ignored them as they dragged her to the Maggot Pit where De Vil housed ten of most dangerous champions that were De Vil's trump cards and they would win their favor by giving them her.
"Do it, Emma."
She pulled out a syringe filled with the same serum De Vil had put in them to not break, it wouldn't be fun if she died so quickly. She injected it into her neck causing her to twist and writhe in pain as she choked and screamed, rousing the champions as they screamed and growled, being pushed far beyond what was humanly possible. They were no longer human beings, they were monsters that only lived to ruin and defile whoever they were directed towards.
Elisa knew what was coming as she could only whimper, "Please, I'm your mother."
"The same mother who abandoned us to save her skin?" Aidan coldly quipped
Emma snorted, "Yeah, some mother."
They opened the door that led into the pit where they dropped victims and food for the champions, who were already unchained and prowling around the area, drooling and snapping in impatience for their new toy and food source.
"Please...I love you both."
"We both know you don't mean it, Elisa."
They shoved her in, making her scream only for her land in a filthy collection of blood and piss-stained hay barely breaking her fall as she was quickly descended upon by monsters. The screams and growls began anew, "We are in charge now, my first gift to you lot. Do whatever you want to her, just make sure she's dead by the time you're finished and head back to your cages or you won't be fed."
The last thing the pair heard before the door was shut was a gurgling, "PLEASE!" That plea was met with the firm slam of the metal door.
The pair turned their back on their egg donor and left her behind as she did to them.
"Brother?"
"Come with me."
They made their way to the lab where everything was prepared, he nudged her and she stripped off her clothes, leaving her in only her underwear and bra as he helped her get settled in, he placed the tubing where it was supposed to be, the implantation of needles for the drug to flow into her veins. By the time they finished, they would be nearly impossible to kill and have more than enough strength for an overwhelming victory against her.
That's what they needed to move past this hell their birthgivers bestowed upon them.
Aidan switched on the lights in the lab showing a collection of tubes outlining the room were tens of massive tubes and inside each one was a collection of bodies of varying sizes, each one had a multitude of tubes where they were fed nutrients to keep them alive. In a different location, there were hundreds of them in the same state, waiting to be released.
The creatures were of different variety, some had venom, others were parasitic, others were flesh eaters, and others had abilities made to either counter or enhance certain abilities. Every scientist that had a hand in turning them into look-a-likes of Naruko paid violently as they adored their intellect and they were well-paid to condone their vices, they repaid them ten-fold and turned them into the brutes they so despised and looked down upon.
As Emma braced herself, she asked, "Aidan?"
He turned to look away from the chart to look at her, "Hmm?"
"The worm we gave him?"
He looked back at the chart, "It will work, Emma. After all, we tested it on that fuckwit a bit back didn't we?"
Aidan still recalled the fearful look on that little bastard who was a fresh nobody who tried to be bigger than he truly was. He was so proud of his dear sister for crushing his family who worked so hard to heighten their status to rub elbows with the upper crust they so desired to be a part of only for their one and only son to crush it. Having his father and mother curse him for ever being born was just a delightful bonus after pilfering everything they ever worked for, leaving them with nothing but the clothes on their back and soon after not even that.
After he lost everything, they kidnapped him and removed his blinders and he realized everything he had done before the worm destroyed him from the inside out, crushing and contouring him into a collection of bugs under a skinsuit until he was set on fire, burning him until nothing was left.
She nodded back as she leaned back on the pillow, just looking up at the mirrored ceiling, she would be strong, she would be strong enough to support and stand by her brother, and the thought of crushing Naruko's head under her heel after making her suffer put a smile on her face.
Aidan then put the chart down and had a piece of gauze for her to bite down on, "What are you smirking about?"
"Just the thought of crushing Naruko's head under my heel."
"A lovely thought, but remain focused on the goal, little sister."
"I am. Just a pre-game reward."
He patted her on the head before kissing her forehead, placing the piece of gauze in her mouth for her to bite down on before he turned on the pumps, glowing lime-green fluid soon flowed into the pipes and then into her body, making her jolt and flinch before she forced herself to relax.
Aidan grabbed her hand and continued to watch the readings and knew soon enough when she was ready, they would head to Iwa to start their plan.
[Meanwhile]
An Iwa noble in the Earth Diamyo's court was impatiently waiting in his office.
He had already swallowed the worm hand-delivered by an associate who told him that it would give him the strength to start his reign as the new Daiymo with all the luxuries that come with it. Soon, he would have all the riches and prestige he could imagine and more, the sweet words or promise still echoed in his head as a pair of siblings helped him from being discovered for his embezzling which would have led to his death after torture and the loss of his status.
The poor sap had no idea he was nothing more than a stepping stone whose upcoming death would be written off as nothing more than a causality of his arrogance.
No one would stand in their way.
No one.
[Back in Konoha]
"Naoya-sama! Naoya-sama! Stay with us! Please!"
He saw white flashes behind his eyelids as the salty copper-like taste of blood assaulted his tastebuds as his mind tried to correct itself from the brutal assault and the sliver of hell of having his crotch ripped off his person and his broken jaw.
He felt healing chakra dull the agony that assaulted his senses to the point he couldn't tell where up met with down and where left and right were. Slowly, as he opened his eyes, his vision corrected itself and he saw the healers that were personally selected for this endeavor, he knew his assistant saved his ass once again as he thought only having a slew of soldiers would be enough, but they changed it into healers and their fastest scouts as a last-minute addition.
'It's a good thing they came with me or I'd be down and out for the count.'
"Naoya-sama, please do not move. We will fix what those...those vile pieces of shit have done to you and you will repay them a one-hundred fold!"
He could barely sound out a grunt of agreement that made pain pierce through his brain matter as his blood boiled underneath his skin.
Then he heard the sounds of battle from where he once was as the demonic bitch and the miserable bastard who caused him to end up in such a sorry state.
'If he kills her, then I'll make sure he suffers a millionfold for this, if she kills him she will pay for this wretched state I am in and this mind-numbing humiliation.'
The healer prepared something that would give him an edge as they fixed him up and they gave him the gem of hope, that had the chakra of every single clan head of their clan to show those neanderthals who will top this match.
As his jaw healed, he gave an evil grin.
[Back to the scene of Naruko and Aramaki]
Naruko was wearing a pair of black stretch pants held up with a mint green sash wrapped around her waist, her spaded tail wrapped around her right pantleg, a matching backless, sleeveless undershirt with a green overshirt with fishnet arm protectors and lightweight protective kunoichi sandals.
"If we are ever reborn, I wish to be neighbors, I expect orange juice and cookies before we take down the biggest bear we can find and roast it on a spit."
"If life is willing. Come, I want to see how many tricks the up-and-coming She-Devil of Konoha has in store for me?"
She grinned at Aramaki's words as she cracked her knuckles and said, "If you insist!"
[Battle Music: Love Addict - Family Force 5]
The pair stared at each other for a single moment, the area was dead silent except for the wind that blew past them before they vanished almost instantaneously as the pair met in a barrage of fists, knees, and kicks, the sounds of battle rang out and spread across the area that made the average civilian curl into themselves to escape from the harsh noise.
Fists met with fists, knees, and finally kicks intermixing in a combative dance where both sides refused to give any ground. Aramaki was amused as he enjoyed the fight, each hit that landed made pain buzz through his nerves, some caused bruises, some either split skin or cracked bones.
'A heavy hitter for such a dainty girl.'
Then he ducked underneath a kick that was aimed to snap his neck, he retaliated with a harsh snap kick that she avoided before following it with a side kick that she blocked but forced her away.
A sigh escaped her as she jumped back into attacking him, he was smiling as if he was a cat playing around with a toy, 'He's not taking me seriously...It seems like his bounty is well-deserved unlike Hemlock's. The previous methods aren't gonna fly with this one.'
Soon the pair found themselves in a stalemate, Naruko's right fist in his left hand while his left fist was in her right hand, "I swear you Uzumakis never cease to surprise me."
She then twisted out of his grip unwrapping her tail from her leg and gave him a harsh smack with it that sent him flying into a nearby building, "More fun to come, don't you think?"
Her amusement was wiped off her face when she moved down several rooftops as she heard a musical cord ring out, the pain was instantaneous as she protected the left side of her chest with her left arm, only to feel the lower half of her forearm be split into three different sections, two slashes that landed on the center of the chest that led up to a slash on her left eye. The first wound was diagonal and cut through the middle of her forearm, the second cut through her wrist, with the third cut through her palm.
Pulling her arm away from her, she looked at her mangled arm as her wrist and fingers were barely hanging on with stripes of muscles, sinew, and skin. The only single show of pain from her injuries was a simple frown.
"Hmph. Interesting ability."
He jumped to the rooftops to greet her and tutted, "Not looking too hot, little Devil."
She shrugged with her right side as she said, "I suffered worse blows."
{[DRUID]} The word didn't fall off the tongue like regular language but it was thick and syrupy that clung to your ear and made it feel as if it was filled with honey as her wounds quickly hissed with heat before they healed to their previous state.
He shuddered, the word made him want to swallow but suppressed it, "You can even speak unknown languages, I can tell there's nothing human about that."
"Just something I picked up, the phonology of it is a complete bitch to voice with a human tongue. To think I'd use it today, oh well, more fun to come."
"More fun to come indeed, but to think you moved before I strung my cord, your instincts are truly honed. To think you are nothing more than 12, what kind of life did you live to get them honed to such an extent?"
"Isn't that a third date and fuck question?" She quipped
He shrugged, "True," Aramaki barely tuned his guitar which now had a malevolent glow to it.
Naruko smiled, "But to think you'd use one of Konoha's abilities so early, but you refined it to a musical instrument. Impressive."
"I try. But I can't wait to see what your flesh and blood will give me."
"Let's see if you can?"
The fight continued as he thumbed four strings that shredded the building Naruko was standing on, leaving nothing but pieces of wood and plaster, it was an absolute mess and Aramaki made to attack again and again, shredding buildings and homes, as she made to close in on him, each destroyed building gave her insight to his slashing technique.
After three seconds between his relentless attacks and made to go on the offensive, quickly summoning a weapon that shifted into a heavy spear that managed to catch him in the side and sent him flying avoiding the slashes and chasing after him as he smashed into a building.
He retailed with a head-splitting headbutt that sent her backflipping into the restaurant behind her, she quickly righted herself as he brought down a hellish ax kick that tore up the floor of the building with a force that would have crushed her head to paste if she didn't avoid it before he descended upon her with his battle ax only for her to force earth chakra into her hand to reinforce it so she caught the blade without bleeding.
She whistled which made her shadow ripple before she forced him away just as a blur of black and white ripped through the room which quickly removed Aramaki's arms, she then made to kick him upwards before forcing him through the rooftop wrenching it off the building before grabbing his legs and flip him to where he could land on a rusty pipe that stuck out. The pipe went through the right side of his jaw and pierced his eye right out of its socket.
Naruko then ripped him off the pipe, tearing through the right side of his face, before smashing him down on the hard ground repeatedly until the upper half of his body was turned into pulp, his head, and torso could no longer be counted as such as it was nothing more than bone and skull fragments, gray matter, and bloody viscera held together with sinew.
She then made to chuck what remained of his body into the air before she rigged the remains to explode leaving nothing but the now blackened bits and pieces of what remained of Aramaki to fall to the ground.
Naruko stared at the remains for a moment with a glare before she sighed and turned her attention towards the black mound of fur in the corner of the building, munching on a pair of arms.
She whistled, making them raise their head as their tails thumped against the floor, it was a massive Grimm fox with three tails, "Enjoying yourself?"
The Grimm beast nodded once, Naruko smiled back, "Return before any fool gets any dim ideas."
They gave a happy yip before vanishing back into the darkness as she yawned.
Naruko huffed as she stared at the burnt pieces before she stepped out from the shade of the building she was under and made to walk into a weapon shop.
[Council Room]
Multiple genin couldn't hold it in and rushed to the bathroom to puke while others fell into a dead faint from such a gruesome scene. Sakura turned white as a sheet and fainted, Sai let his fake smile dim to the point that his uncomfortableness slipped through to the point that Danzo could see.
Satsuki wanted to puke and she looked sick, 'How can you fight like that, Naruko?'
Then she felt her hand squeezed and she looked at a near-faint-looking Yakumo, she squeezed her hand back in reassurance. She was happy she only had a granola bar for breakfast because she wouldn't have made it to the toilet if she had to vomit.
Sasuke inwardly swore, 'I swear Naruko I will get strong enough for you to see me as a rival."
Mito and Memna were looking away, knowing that showing any more of their discontent with the situation they were in would lead to more punishment than they already had on their plates.
Kurenai felt sick as she made to collect herself, 'She fights just like her and hates me just like she does. Did she tell her what I did?'
Asuma wanted to comfort her but knew better, it wouldn't help as he remained focused on the scene unfolding before him.
'Dad, what would you do if you saw this?'
Shikamaru commented, still looking a bit green from the horror of the scene before him, "Why does she look upset? She killed the guy, she won."
His father answered him, "It's not over yet, son. It will be something you will pick up on with more experience."
Minato added, "Shikaku is right, he's still alive. I don't know how but he's still alive."
The Hokage felt something off with Naoya as his face twisted into a scowl, making Kushina come over and touch his arm which he glanced at and corrected his face in a smoother emotion. He gave a small smile and brushed a finger over her knuckles as a silent okay he felt his stomach twist as he continued to watch Naruko.
'Please be careful, Naruko. Please.'
[Back to the Village]
Naruko opened the door of the weapons shop, the autonomic words rang out, "Hello dear customer, and welcome-"
The voice of an older male trailed off as he took in the sight of Naruko at the entrance, his warm look as the shop owner quickly shifted into a look of disdain and disapproval as he gave a mocking tut and pulled out the sign only to squeak when the sign was ripped to pieces and burnt with a combined wind/fire jutsu.
"How dare you-Eek!"
Naruko shot a high-pressed wind justu at the ceiling ripping off the rooftop of his shop as Naruko stared at his now shaking form, his knees were already buckling and swallowed whatever insults he planned to use in case the brat ever tried to ruin his shop.
She gave him a cold grin, "Not so fucking smug now, are you? What happened to all those crude nicknames you were going to use to chase me out of your store if I ever had the gall to come here? Or what about you threatening to give me a good spanking with one of your hardest scabbards? No matter, I'm not in the mood, now will you give me what I'm looking for or will I have to be mean?"
He pressed himself against the wall as he spoke, sweat running down his forehead and down his back, "D-do you think you can get away with this because you are the Fourth's daughter? He'll make you pay dearly if you were more like your siblings you'd be"
A harsh sigh escaped her as she tutted with a shake of her head, "You stupid fucks never learn. If I was anything like those miserable shits you and the rest of the cunts harp glory over, you and the rest of the maggots residing in this cesspit would be dead already. But since niceties don't work, let's try a more forceful approach."
"Do you think you can beat me like you did to all your victims?"
"I don't need to beat you, old fuck. It would be far too draining to waste my time and energy on making sure I don't kill you instantly. So I'll just leave you with horrible nightmares instead."
She turned slightly and whistled a sharp tune that brought the old man down to his knees, then it stopped, "What the fuck was-" He stopped and heard it, the sound of paper ripping but it wasn't just that, it was something mechanic and constantly grinding and mashing together with a near rumbling groan of what was instinctively rang out into the mind as insatiable hunger.
She patted the side of her leg as if she was calling a dog and they showed themselves, much to his horror as he fell on his ass, his eyes wide with horror at the creatures rumbling and groaning before him, they surrounded him at all sides. They were large, sphere-shaped monsters ranging in color from red-bronze to black with ever-so-constant grinding teeth.
He froze, his eyes now falling on the smiling visage of the eldest of the Hokage's children.
She glanced at them, raising a hand and one of them came forward, resting on her palm as she patted them in a loving gesture like one would do with a cat or a dog only to sound of shit hitting someone's pant rang out, Naruko let out a disgusted snort as she blocked the foul stench with her finger, "How revolting and yet is suits you dearly, old fuck."
"P-please..."
"Hmm~, should I? I could easily make you their meal?"
His sweat was now making a puddle around him along with him pissing himself, and ever so-filling pants, his hands were clasped together, and his eyes were wide with horror as he silently pleaded.
She let him sweat a bit before shrugging, "Very well. Since I'm tickled pink over that miserable look of yours I'll give you a chance, you let me have whatever I want from this shop and they won't eat you. If you refuse they eat you and I loot your shop anyway. For you see, these adorable creatures are known as Langoliers and they're creatures that represent Gluttony itself, once they eat you, you'll spend the rest of eternity being chewed on in every single direction, never a moment of peace or rest before being digested and starting the process all over again. So what's it going to be?"
He slammed his head into the ground so hard that it split the skin, the burning sting of piss meeting his exposed flesh didn't register as he laid as flat as he could on the ground as he said, "Everything in here is free, please for the love of God take it all!"
She sent the Langolier back to its previous position and said, "Aren't you a dear, good. Put it on the civilian council tab, those fucks should be useful before they die."
Naruko grabbed a variety of swords, three boxes of kunai, two boxes of shuriken, several spears, two metallic bo-staffs, and a collection of other materials for exploding tags for herself, then made to take a variety of different weapons for more ideas.
After sealing them into two separate scrolls, she clapped once and they vanished, leaving the area free of them.
He didn't move until he heard the door open and then close before her footsteps faded to the point that he couldn't hear them. He slowly got up, tears ran down his face along with snot and saliva before he realized he befouled his pants with shit and piss.
He held himself, shaking and unable to move as he knew he made a costly mistake and made plans to move out of Konoha within the week so he'd never see that demon in a girl's skin ever again.
[With Naruko]
She cracked her back and knuckles as she made to return to the spot where Aramaki's remains were, she quipped, "I'd prefer if you stop messing around, I know you're still alive, but let's not do this every time I kill you. The day will end if you continue this little game of possum and I don't like it when people interfere with my fun."
At her word, he reformed with ease, "If you insist, let's play again."
The pair jumped back into the dance of combat once again in another flurry of punches only for Naruko to retreat and note her ruined arms, the skin was sloughing off only to turn to ash as soon as they fell off leaving her muscles and sinew underneath the skin and some parts were still being eaten away as she looked at the damage.
"Hm, another technique of yours, but I can tell this one is rather unique."
"I'm surprised you noticed, most people."
"They don't and their arms break like twigs, what an interesting technique," She healed herself, flexing her arms and fingers, "And my blows had no effect, your body is different from before."
"Wish to try your luck?"
"Hm, I've dealt with people with your abilities, don't count me down and out just yet."
"Then come along."
The fight quickly fell into a series of counters that were soon getting old, Aramaki first manipulated his body to shift it into an aqueous slime state, which made attacking and defending an absolute bitch, especially concerning his ability to make anything that he touched corrode with ease.
She retaliated with water and lightning jutsus to keep her distance before she switched to ice and end this miserable chase, Hyoton Release: Lotus Vines, snagging Aramaki into place before she performed three half-seals and spoke, Hyoton Release: Freezing Clouds.
The area around and behind Aramaki was immediately frozen, and the air quickly dropped thirty degrees.
She glared at him to which he quickly broke free and went straight into another battle with his next trick, when he tried to cave her head in, he smashed through a nearby building and she inwardly noted, 'A metallic body.'
He rushed towards her and she met his charge as he forced her to be defensive and avoidant, his punches were like getting hit with a steel beam, he tried to destroy her joints to make her helpless but she retailed when she forced Yin chakra into her hands and spoke, Yin Release: Soul Menace.
Forcing both palms against his solar plexus, forcing a collection of yin chakra into him felt like he got hit with a sledgehammer by the strongest man in the world, it was a blow that like his ribs were shattered, and his organs and muscles were shredded, and his blood vessels snapped where they laid. He felt chakra race through his nerves like poison and leave nothing but agony as it continued to spread from nerve to nerve from the inside, he collapsed to his knees, vomiting both bile and blood as he couldn't move.
"Blows to the solar plexus suck, don't they? You can't breathe, you're weak, your head feels like it's gonna burst but the worst thing is you can't fight back worth a damn."
She made to tear into him from every direction, shattering and breaking his legs so he couldn't escape as she made to rip off his hardened protection, leaving his muscles exposed before stabbing both her arms into his torso and fried him with a plethora of lightning until he became nothing more than a crispy piece of charcoal that quickly fell apart when she removed herself from him.
She took the chance to take in several breaths before he made to take out the very air she breathed. The air quickly wrapped around her head as she could see him reform, dusting himself.
Naruko could only snort, 'The beloved suffocation technique of the late clan of Suna that became traveling nomads before they met their disappearance.'
She then let her form fall away into the ground underneath her only to appear a bit away, still breathing and clapping.
"First the corrosive abilities of the now extinct Kuronami clan from Kiri, then the hardening abilities from the Tetsutsuki clan from Iwa, and finally Suna's very own Kentori clan that were removed from Suna due to inner conflicts with their Kazekage and are now traveling nomads, or were considering you have their main abilities."
He clapped back, "You're so well informed, little Devil."
"It's always good to have an ear for everything and anything. I blame the Fourth for that."
He snickered as his form disappeared into the air, he made to surround her only for her to avoid it, shifts in the air and tension loomed over her like a shadow only for her to speak once more in that thick, syrupy tone {[Salamander]}. A swirl of flames completely enveloped Aramaki, it burned through his oxygen as he screamed, he could only minimize the area of the flames as tried to shift his body into various forms, but the flames refused to be put out until he activated his slashing technique rendering a block to nothing but rumble.
His healing was now stretched thin as the majority of his body was blackened and charred, the sclera of his eyes were now red from irritation and heat. A plume of smoke was hacked out as an inhuman growl rang out from him.
"How was your time in Satan's Easy Bake Oven?"
He responded with a slash that would have horizontally bisected a man, as she tutted, "Looks like you aren't gonna play around anymore."
[Battle music: MATAFAKA - Unknown Brain ft. Marvin Divine]
He hacked out another cough before he fixed himself, the amused look on his face was now gone, and he was now fully serious.
"I owe you an apology for not taking you seriously before."
"So, what else does the monster have in store?"
A massive wooden dragon reared up from behind her only for it to be pierced by a large sword, splitting it in half and making her whistle, "Damn. I know a certain drunk is gonna be pissed as shit when she hears about this."
She summoned the blade to her hand, it was a heavy one-handed broadsword and grinned at him, he huffed as they made to only battle until one of them finally fell.
The pair vanished once again, the previous fight looked and felt like child's play, they fought across the village, using a slew of their techniques to rip up more land until he managed to get close and blast a hellish combo of a cero and Vegeta's Galick gun at her head. She barely managed to block with her broadsword and triggered another something that she knew Iruka would scold her for that protected her from having her arms ripped off as the blast sent her flying.
It was a large attack that sent her flying from the northeast of the village towards the entrance of Konoha's East Gate, her clothes were ruined and burnt. Her broadsword was burning, but she still kept her grip on it as the tip was stabbed into the ground. Her head was lowered as she felt the world shift as she activated Sloth, it was the only sin besides Wrath that allowed her to handle blows like that at point-blank.
The only drawback was that she was excruciatingly slow in this state and could only exert herself at certain points unless she wanted to rip her body apart.
She chuckled as if she was in slow-mo, "Interesting..." She drawled out as she looked up to where he was flying, her eyes were no longer the dark blue people once a long time ago used to compare to Minato's but were now ghost-gray. She took in a deep breath and let out an exhausted sigh.
Then she vanished within a blink of an eye before she appeared before him and smacked him across the village as if he was a gnat before he corrected himself, his eyes wide as she slowly made her way towards him, 'Bastard, you would have taken out 1/10th of the village if I hadn't tanked it. That shit hurts! But sloth is such a bitch to maneuver around in and I promised Iruka no usage of Wrath or Pride on home territory unless the situation calls for it.'
Naruko got a good look at him and realized his human disguise was corroding, she grinned, "It seems...your human face... is rotting away."
He brushed a hand against his face and instead of the familiar soft firmness of human skin, it was the inhuman smoothness of the flesh he was born with which made his face twist into a grimace. The sclera of his eyes darkened to a dark gray as his teeth took on a jagged edge.
"Hm...The monster has his guise... shed. Rather...impressive."
He chuckled, "I'm impressed as well, you truly live up to your father's monstrous legacy. It's a damn shame to eat you, especially considering the fact unripe fruits don't taste good."
"Hmph...Well, you can either have... unripened fruits or... nothing but bloody... ashes."
He grinned and their battle started up once again, Naruko could handle his attacks but was quickly gaining speed with responding to her attacks and the sloth was taking a toll on her which he capitalized on, punching her down to the bloody wasteland of bodies near the Uchiha compound she took care of earlier today.
He whistled, "I love what you done with the place."
"Oh really~? So do I."
She switched from Sloth to Gluttony with a sigh, there was a shift in the air as Naruko switched out her broadsword for a different one from her arsenal and kept it sealed within her left wrist, it was a beautiful metallic silver chainsaw blade that glinted as the sun hit it as she activated it as it let out a low rumbling.
"A weapon lover, huh? Never seen that before."
"Hey, a girl can never have enough. And well, finders keepers."
"I'll make sure to use that when I pry it from your unfeeling fingers."
The two rushed towards each other again only for someone to... interrupt them. Aramaki and Naruko could only snarl at the soon-to-be-dead fuckwit who would dare interfere.
"Oh darling, you are taking far too long."
Naruko wanted to spit as the smoke cleared, "Koolwon..."
He wasn't wearing his mask as he grinned at her, "It pleases me like nothing else whenever you say my name."
Aramaki crossed his arms over his chest, "What's the absolute bastard child of the Elemental Nations doing out here in the first place?"
"I have my ways."
"Meaning clones, dear monster. The original uses clones to do his bidding outside his territory. He's a lot more cautious ever since I gave him five reminders why."
He pouted, brushing a hand against his chest in remembrance.
"Five reminders?"
"Five fingers? Five reminders, he's a slippy bastard too, he escaped from me when I attempted to rip out his ribcage after he attempted to forcefully persuade me to his cause."
"Hmph, no matter. You two will die all the same."
"Please feel free to try."
He pulled out a war scythe, "Oh, this is going to be fun."
The three rushed toward each other, fighting across the village Aramaki's attacks toward Naruko grew more and more animalistic as more and more of his human disguise shifted into a more humanoid form as he lashed out like a mixture of a Xenomorph and a Predator. Koolwon kept Aramaki at bay while focusing his attention on Naruko, aiming to weaken her at any opportunity, especially due to her chainsaw blade doing an irritating job of keeping him at bay. He returned the favor thrice over with his war scythe and made her keep her distance. Naruko had to fend off attacks from both sides and prevent herself from being pinned.
Koolwon used his war scythe to force her into a corner, left to right and right to left while Aramaki made to take a bite out of her side only for her to avoid it and spin-kick him backward which connected to his head but he caught her ankle and tried to recreate what Naruko did for his first death of today, only for her break and tear a fair amount of bones and ligaments in her leg to attack Aramaki again and again until he released her.
She fixed her leg to where it was good as new and made to attack Koolwon only for all three of them to stiffen and snap their heads south-east.
Koolwon commented, "That influx of power."
"Looks like we're finding out, huh? It's already heading towards us," Aramaki growled
Naruko coldly quipped, "Brace yourselves."
It was Noaya Kura-sa with a major upgrade and in a not-too-far distance, Naruko, and Aramaki could sniff his little group of men awaiting his every order hidden amongst the buildings and the remainder of his forces awaiting his order to charge or fly up to defend him to the death.
It looked like he had a crystal implanted directly in the center of his solar plexus, his outfit shifted into a white battle robe laced with golden accents around his waist, the sleeves of his arms that led up to his elbow, and finally that started with knee and down to the ends of his matching hakama pants with tai chi shoes. His wings were slowly flapping behind him, stretching them out a bit as if he was showing up a grand prize very few ever get to see. All his wings reminded Naruko of her desire to have fried chicken before the day was out. It was fairly obvious that an abundance of chakra pouring out of him wasn't his and it would either backfire by shifting him into an amalgamation of a creature only seen in Hell or would blow him up to the point that it would take out a quarter of Konoha entirely.
"Now, let's continue from where we left off, Devil. Will you bow to me or will I force you?"
"Tch, you couldn't force a rat to eat cheese even less for me to bow to a sniveling peon like you."
A vein pulsed from the side of his forehead at the audacity of the girl before him, as his lips curled into a sneer, "You deserve to be ripped from this world in the most painful manner, possible."
"Oh, as if I hadn't heard that one before. You'll meet the same fate, you and your men struggling for your last breath before you finally die."
[Meanwhile: Outskirts of Konoha]
A tall brute of a man in a dark uniform had a sick grin on his face, "There's no better opportunity than this. Come on you bastards, it's time for you to put those dull fangs to use."
A force of nearly over a thousand girls and boys stood behind him, silent and moving as one.
As he made his way forward, illusions of riches and fame untold ran through his mind. He scoffed at Naruko's previous tactics of running the group, it was nothing more than propaganda from her supporter, dogs only learn through strength and harsh punishments when they wag a tail out of line. Now they were all perfect, ready to fight and die at his word.
He was unaware however that his methods would come back to lop his head off his neck as loyalty can never be beaten into someone, you give loyalty and you'll receive it back.
Yeah, sorry people, this is the only place that felt the best way to end this chapter was at this certain point, sorry the flashback took up most of the chapter, but I needed to write it out as they will be important for later and the fight bleeding into the next will rouse up a certain group to come back under the control of the Head of their Pack so to speak. Sorry, this fight isn't my best work so I'll mark down any changes with a revised date at the top of the bolded A/N text. Now, a fight of the three against an arrogant wannabe angel and his miserable ball-polishers! And a blast from the past as well, who will Naruko give a final greeting to when the raging rabid angel is put out of commission. Either way, take care and be safe, people!
*A Squonk is an American folklore creature, a rather unhappy creature that is always weeping from loneliness and shame due to its' skin that is covered with warts and moles and when it becomes surprised and frightened or when cornered and no escape in sight it will dissolve itself in its tears.
Thank you for the reviews!
zero fullbuster - Thank you for your review!
starravenwolf - Yeah, you have no idea. Also, I was catching up on Bleach TYBW and I just needed to do so, the butterfly just seemed to fit the setting. I'm happy you enjoyed it and I hope you will enjoy this chapter and the upcoming ones.
(guest) Mr. Bumpity - I'm happy you think so. You'll see more of Lady Debauchery later, including their introduction and how they came to know each other. Well, an angel stripped of their wings and impaled and left to rot in the exposed air is the next best thing. I'm happy you enjoyed the interactions with the members of the Underworld and yep, Naruko has met some interesting people in her life so far. I just hope you continue to enjoy it.
Gammagyro - May peace and blessings be with you and your family for your grandmother. Yeah, I'm happy you find the situation with the civilians refreshing and we'll get into more detail about the bratty siblings in a later chapter. I hope you will enjoy the absolute ass-ripping Minato and the rest will do to them after the day ends. The civilians will wish they were never born after Minato does a deep dive into the situation with his eldest daughter.
Guest#1 - Yep, the Grimm are her summons and she treated them warmly, they never had much human contact and Naruko loves to spoil them with treats or have them tear enemies apart, both are rewards in their case.
Perseus12 - I'm happy you enjoyed the chapter, that makes me happy. Konoha now knows that Naruko could have easily done away with them and they are going to find out where she inherited it from when Minato does an in-depth search of her mistreatment at their hands it won't be pretty. There are a plethora of reasons as to why the Third chose him over Orochimaru, one keeps his sadism hidden until the appropriate situation calls for it, and the other is well-known for it is one reason. I hope you will enjoy the upcoming chapters!
Crio Yaroi - No, no you don't unless you want to get your throat torn out and left to bleed out and choke on your blood, that's if you aren't ripped to pieces immediately.
Phoenix Warehouse Productions - You'd think, but I was somewhat inspired by them as I was watching Black Lagoon when I thinking of De Vil's background and supposed family. Let's be honest, that freak of nature doesn't know the meaning of love. Only lust and pain derived within lust as his twisted version of love. I'm happy you enjoyed the update and I hope you will enjoy this one.
jeremiahkelley93 - I'm happy you enjoyed it, that makes me happy.
Guest#2 - No, Lady Flowers and Minka Nishay are two different people. Lady Flowers was older than Minka Nishay by a good 50 years as she died at 87 and Minka Nishay was 33 years old when she passed away due to her brother's machinations.
Red Mage of Balance - Pretty much, hope you enjoy it.
littleditto: Thank you!
Skull Flame: Always a pleasure to see your review, sorry the story got a bit confusing but yeah, he's gonna scream like a pig when Naruko gets her hands on him. She already knocked down De Vil, I have a certain transparent container with a plethora of different vile larvae to make use of. Oh, I have ideas. I fell in love with 40K a bit earlier due to a similar review that mentioned it, I adore the lore of it, though. Yep, Lady Debauchery makes an impression no matter where she goes, and well, you'll see how she treats certain people. Crotch rot I got from Nurgle and well, how it works...I'll leave it to your imagination until I get to when I can use it personally. De Vil has kids is fitting, but they got screwed over by their mother and they want to make Iwa their battleground for Naruko and their playground to torture and kill her. They knew Naruko and wouldn't go down easily, especially if she got Hound Dogs to support her. Oh, believe me, they're messed up as hell, especially what was done to them for De Vil's lust and I based them on them. Shiro isn't a yandere though, she's more friends/partners with Naruko as they came across each other. Shiro is a bounty hunter while Naruko hunts bandits, they come across each other via chance and become friends when neither of them meant the other harm. Naoya...well, you'll see later on, that would be spoiling it. The woman aiming for the man with the shark-toothed grin, let's just say she's a mixture of Umbridge due to her unpleasant demeanor and the hybristophilia-laced Bronwyn Freed-Wilkins who led to three serial killers escaping custody and Chloee Kelcher due to the massive obsession and hard work she put into getting what she wanted. The man in the cage, you'll find more details later on, but let it be known she is not his type in the slightest. Naruko got her old team back and De Vil is finally dead and residing in Hell where he belongs. Aramaki is next and I hope you will enjoy how Naruko and Aramaki interact. Take care!
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917brat: I'm happy you enjoyed the story so far and I hope you will enjoy future updates!
Pravus666: I'm happy you enjoyed it, dude, it makes me happy whenever I see you reviewing my work. I felt the warlord title would be prominent within the world of Naruto as, I feel with the plethora of different powerful people, especially those who due to their circumstances continue to grow beyond the majority of their peers. The title warlord is a Fire Country title with the first of them being Madara Uchiha due to him being an absolute hellion on the battlefield and their lack of restraint. Due to their unique abilities and superior strength, the title is bestowed upon them by the Daimyo and they can choose a land that's under the Fire Country's control or untaken due to being unsuitable for living. They're mainly connected to the Daimyo, the Hokage can ring one of them, but they can choose whether or not to respond. They keep certain things in check so they don't tip the balance of certain things as you know there are a plethora of megalomaniacs in life, someone has to prune them. I'm rather curious about this vague idea of yours, but I'll see whether you tell me or not. The Death Matches were something that just seemed to fit and it was the perfect way to introduce both Drake and De Vil. You wouldn't but he does, only two that he recognized...there are plenty of...bastards in his miserable way of saying it. The dragon who bore them is like him in her unique pathetic way, but she bit off more than she could chew and well, met the same fate as her husband. That's why you shouldn't have kids if you can't love them. Overall, I'm so happy you enjoyed it, and thank you for the 10/10, please take your time with your updates. I can't wait for that new Harry Potter story. You be safe and take care and I'm happy to be one of your dear friends on this site.
ZeonSlit: I'm happy you enjoyed how I wrote this story so far as I agree, most Neglected/Abandoned Naruto stories start and finish the same way, so I decided to make a rather unique twist. I wanted a Naruto story that was introduced into a gritty, yet beautifully morbid underworld compared to the surface where the Elemental Nations and their governments. Due to Elemental Nations being massive, I wanted to create a story where Naruko made use of the mobs that are common in fanon to be harsher and stronger than the cannon's counterpart instead of being just frequently isolated. The other nations will come into play later on after the battle and everything settles within Konoha after the day is out. I'm still thinking about the other Bijuu/Jinchuuriki but they'll play their parts soon enough. The Nadeshiko village...I need to chew on the idea a bit more to see how they'll react. Overall, I'm happy you enjoyed it so far and to take care and be safe.
Tenma Kirin: I will, sorry for the long wait! I hope you will enjoy this chapter!
akirathewolflord: I fully plan on continuing the story, I am happy you enjoyed it so far.
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