The Fell Goddess Chapter 3, a fire emblem fanfic

In all honesty, it's likely a bit worrying for my mental health that I wrote almost 15k words into a singular piece, but I had a ton of fun writing this and reading the reviews of people who can't even bother to make a account yet want to criticize my writing.

No I'm not mad, just amused.

Anyway, this chapter is 60% fucked up, 40% plot so...Yeah. I had a bunch of torture ideas, and wasn't sure how to work them and how people would react...So I decided to throw them all into the first 9k words and give a bit of a tease of what could happen down the line.

Anyway, don't expect Chapter 3 to be up as quick as Chapter 2, need a bit of a break to relax, but I do plan to start work relatively soon. If you have any ideas, feel free to either review/comment them, or shoot me a direct message.

Hope you guys enjoy as always!

Chapter word count: 14,835

Chapter 3: The Iron King Massacre

The dimly lit moon hung above Remire Forest, just on the outskirts of a village with the same name. It was where the bandit gang 'Iron King Thieves' mainly operated. Their leader Kostas had grown up in the woods, allowing them to evade and launch sneak attacks against any mercenary groups sent after them.

They were set to depart from their base around two hours ago to the province in Magdred, where the nobles they had been hired to kill had some training exercise.

At first, it was a simple task and one they were confident they could deal with without issue.

So why was it that two hours had passed since the time for them to depart?

"Can I ask you, gentleman, for directions?"

That was the sentence that sparked this never-ending delay.

The Iron King Thieves, led by their leader Kostas, were preparing to depart when a girl with snow-white hair stumbled upon them. She wore some high-brand clothes, likely indicating she was of noble birth. She seemed utterly alone, with nothing but a silver sword on her side.

She came up to them innocently, claiming she had gotten lost and needed directions.

While one might think due to the time restraints they had, they would ignore the girl and head on their way to their job.

But for many of the men, Kostas included, it had been many moons since they felt a woman's touch, let alone one still alive.

So the group decided they would slightly delay their trip to let out their…Inner urges.

The group quickly surrounded the girl, wicked grins on their faces as many of them were already undoing the knots on their pants, if not simply jerking them down to allow their varying sizes of manhood to be freed into the world.

For her part, the girl didn't seem phased at all; even when Kostas pushed past the others and raised a dagger toward her, she didn't seem to flinch. "Now, where exactly do you need to go?"

The girl tilted her head at him, thinking for a moment before giving a simple nod. "The closet Inn for the night."

"Heh, tough break, kid; you were so close to one too." Kostas reached over and grabbed her hair, pulling her towards him as she showed no resistance, as he pressed the dagger to the bottom of her chin. "Not very bright, coming to us by yourself, are you?"

The girl continued to show no emotion of fear on her face as she tilted her head and replied. "On the contrary, I am quite aware of the trade-off required of a woman such as myself."

"Huh?" Kostas was somewhat confused by what she was saying. Yet, she immediately lowered her hands and began undoing the knot on her pants. Kostas's eyebrows shot up.

"In exchange for information, I will allow you to use my body in any way you wish." The men around Kostas could barely contain their excitement, having to hold each other back from jumping onto the girl as she finally finished undoing her pants and allowing them to drop to the ground, letting her vagina, partially covered by hair as white as her heads, to be exposed fully.

As soon as Kostas heard her words and witnessed her actions, the grin on his face only widened as he grabbed her shoulder and suddenly shoved her to her knees, as he undid the knot on his pants before allowing his cock to spring free right in front of her face. "In that case, why don't you start with me then?"

The girl looked at the cock in front of her, examining it closely. It was roughly eight inches long, veins running up and down as it had quickly hardened, with foreskin covering the tip ever so slightly. His balls hung low, and dirt covered them in various areas.

Despite the general uncleanness of it, the girl reached forward. She allowed her hand to grasp it firmly as she slowly began stroking it as she looked up at Kostas's face. "In exchange, can I have any information I request?"

"Yeah, whatever, just get to sucking!" Kostas grabbed the girl's head and quickly brought her face forward as she opened her mouth, allowing the thick member to enter her mouth as she completely engulfed it. "Hot damn, that feels good!"

Kostas yelled out almost immediately, as the other men in the group could barely hold back as the girl began to bob her head back and forth, going all the way from the tip to the very end that connected to the waist, allowing the penis to slither down her throat and bulge it, before pulling back without any issue.

To Kostas, almost immediately, he could tell this girl had a talent he had never seen. From the women he seduced and raped to the whores he bought to the corpses he toyed with, none of them felt as good as this young girl's mouth did.

From the general tightness of it that somehow housed almost no resistance to the hot saliva pouring over it to the way her tongue felt like it somehow wrapped itself around his entire cock, this was already one of the best blowjobs he had ever received.

He was planning to have his fun and then just kill the girl and dump her corpse somewhere, but if she felt this good, maybe he could keep her around as a prisoner of sorts.

Latching his hand back onto her hair, he pulled the young girl back. Then he slammed his cock down her throat, keeping it in place as he practically gagged the girl the best he could, his cock outline firmly planted against her throat.

He kept her like that for seconds, going on a full minute before he pushed her back off, as her mouth slid off, saliva dripped all over his cock and down the sides of her jaw. Though she had some heavier panting, she had no verbal snapbacks or physical resistance. Instead, she reached up with her hand and began to stroke him with the saliva acting as a lube.

"Sothis be damned! You must be a trained whore or something with how good you are! I bet that's how you have that fancy outfit and nice sword, huh? Got paid all that gold from whoring your body out every night."

The girl didn't quite reply for a moment before she looked up and met him eye-to-eye. "I have experience with both men and women in bed, yes."

"You even swing both ways? No wonder you could afford such fancy shit! Boys, I think we have a keeper on our hands!" The men around yelled out in unison as if to cheer as Kostas looked at the man directly across from him. "Gazzak, you're up!"

"Hell, yes!" Gazzak, Kostas's right-hand man, immediately lunged forward as he grabbed the girl from the sides and lifted her ass into the air, which she assisted with so she could continue to suck Kostas off while he did so.

Her sides were nice and soft, not too big or small. Her ass was a perfect round shape as Gazzak brought his hand back and brought it down hard onto one of her cheeks as a nice, crisp-smacking sound reverberated.

"Hot damn, what an ass! Soft as fuck!" Gazzak declared loudly for the entire group to hear as he slapped his hand across her other cheek, eliciting the same sound and feeling as the man gave a dark laugh.

Moving his attention down, he ran his finger along her slit before pushing a finger inside her as it allowed him in. She was nice and moist, her walls nice and wide as the man pushed two more fingers in and quickly began to finger her as rough as he could, causing the liquid in her to quickly spill out all over the ground.

"Fuck, she's already this wet, and she's loose as fuck, boss; this girl is a whore in just about every way!"

"Heh, her mouth here was enough for me to believe that." Kostas smirked as he brought his hand back and slapped the girl across the face, leaving a bright red mark as he commanded. "Get to sucking faster."

Without complaint, the girl began to bob her head back and forth at an even faster speed as Kostas lowered his head back and gave a grunt full of pleasure, relaxing and letting his guard slip some as she kept her consistent and faster speed going.

Seeing their boss in such a relaxed state was a rarity, which only made the other men even more ready to claim her as well, many of them getting angst as they yelled curses out to Kostas to allow them their share as well.

For his part, Gazzak continued to finger her pussy relentlessly, pushing four and then finally all five fingers inside of her as her pussy just seemed to naturally stretch, fitting all of them in with room to spare almost as he finger fucked the girl as hard as he could and as much as he wanted, using his other hand to deliver more and more hard smacks against her ass in the process.

Finally, pushing her limits even further, Gazzak pushed his entire hand and then even parts of his arm into her as her pussy seemed like a never-ending void that continued to swallow and expand to fit whatever. "Fuck, the last girl I had my arm in wasn't even old enough to realize what the fuck I was doing to her!"

"Guess that's why they call it taking candy from a baby, eh?" One of the men called out as they all laughed at the sick and twisted joke, as Gazzak continued to push his hand in further and further. All the while, the girl kept her composure as she continued her blowjob on the bandit leader himself.

As his hand continued its journey, it finally reached the destination, just as he had gotten not just elbow deep but almost three-fourths of his arm in when his fingers pressed up against something soft and warm, a small hole could also be felt, but he could only fit a fingertip into it from how tight it was.

It only took a second for Gazzak to realize what he was poking, as an even more sinister and evil smirk accompanied his face as he let out a light cackle. "In all my ears, I thought only corpses could give me this pleasure…The pleasure of fingering directly into a girl's womb!"

"H-Holy shit, you mean…?" One of the men from the group yelled out as Gazzak gave a simple nod.

"That's right; this girl is such a whore that her vagina is loose all the way up the womb itself! I've never met someone alive like this, and to think how young you are…Hahaha…" Gazzak gave a low creepy laugh, the others only lightly perturbed as they had long known Gazzak's weird fascination with women's wombs, so much to the point he often would slice corpses open just to fuck them directly.

"Yeah, well, don't get any ideas. At this rate, no way we're killing this bitch when we can keep her for whenever we want!" Kostas lowered his head and spoke directly to Gazzak, who gave a nod in reply as he slowly began to withdraw his arm.

"Of course, no way I want to kill such a perfect whore such as her!" He said as he jerked his arm out without a hint of being gentle, making sure to bring his nails down, so he scraped along her insides, causing a few cuts along the way before his arm came spiraling out, bringing blood and juices along with it. "I've had my fill."

Kostas gave a nod as Gazzak walked back, his eyes fixated on the girl with a sickening fascination as Kostas turned towards more of his men. "Roddick and Garrick, get to it!"

The pair of men, both of them looking fairly similar, nodded as they walked toward the young girl. Roddick grabbed her from behind, quickly spreading her ass cheeks to reveal her pink hole hidden in them. "Come on, mate, you didn't even touch the best hole on a lass like this! Ah well, more for me." Roddick quickly placed two of his fingers into the girl's asshole, forcing it to spread open to accept both of them as he quickly began to finger her ass senselessly, making sure he felt how squishy and wet the insides of her ass were.

Garrick meanwhile went closer to Kostas, sliding his body onto the ground and underneath her as he placed his face directly under her chest, still hidden by her shirt, and his cock directly at the entrance to her vagina.

Grabbing her shirt, he wasted no time tearing the rather plain-looking shirt compared to the rest of her outfit in half, allowing her medium-size, he figured, around B-cup breasts to fall out. "Mmm, this lass has some pretty pink nipples."

He commented so the others could hear as he raised a hand and cupped one of the dangling boobs, his hand immediately melting into it like a pillow as he cackled.

"This lass has the body of an angel! Even her tits are perfect!" Raising his head, Garrick opened his mouth and allowed one of the visibly erect nipples to enter into his mouth, as he began to run his tongue along it and suck and pull, teeth biting into it hard enough to draw droplets of blood as it coated the inside of his mouth, while his hand grabbed her other boob and began to mercilessly fondle and squeeze it.

Both Garrick and Roddick explored their points of interest to their heart's content, enjoying every second of it as the calls to let more of the men around join only grew louder and louder.

Despite this, though, Kostas knew he had to get to his job soon, and so he ordered what to do next with a simple snap of his fingers.

As soon as Garrick and Roddick heard the snap, they immediately removed their mouth and fingers as they positioned their dicks accordingly…

And thrusted into both of the girl's holes, filling them completely up.

At once, all three of the girls' holes were filled to the brim with dirty, disgusting bandit cock of various sizes.

Her bloody pussy, already having been fisted without mercy, was having to deal with an onslaught from an eleven-inch behemoth.

Her ass was being pounded without any kind of lubricant by a cock of seven inches.

While her mouth, since the start, was being raped by Kostas's eight-inch cock, having ravaged her throat so much that it should have been nothing more than a raw and scratchy mess at best.

The three of them went faster and faster without mercy, only slowing down to catch some of their own breath back before they pounded away even harder, giving the girl no time of her own to rest and collect her thoughts as she was raped from all three of her holes without a second thought in the world.

Finally, the first one to break was Garrick as he pushed his hips up as far as they could go and unleashed a torrent of cum directly into the womb that Gazzak had toyed with earlier, as rope after rope of cum settled nicely into it.

Next was Roddick, locking his waist into place as he pushed further in, as his own ropes of cum began to expel from his cock and fill her backside up, as her small and tight rear entrance could only hold so much before it began to leak out the sides and against his cock.

The final one to cum was who had held out the longest as he had been going at it from the beginning, and that was Kostas himself, who grabbed the girl's hair and jerked it forward as hard as he could, his cock pushing back and hitting the most sensitive parts of her throat as he began to empty his large and nasty balls directly into her and down into her stomach, as it began to slightly bulge from all the cum entering her from three different directions.

As soon as the three men finished, they all pulled their cocks out from her as she collapsed onto Garrick, who was under her, as he pushed her off to the side, as cum and blood began to leak out of her.

Having been satisfied for the time being and thinking he could capture her and enjoy her more later, Kostas looked at the rest of his men. "Have your way with her for the next fifteen minutes, and then we have a job-"

Before Kostas could finish, he felt a hand grip his leg; as he looked down and saw the hand that had gripped him was the girl, who slowly lifted her face off the ground and looked him in the eyes.

Almost immediately, Kostas felt a feeling of dread come over him as the air turned almost ghostly cold. Looking at her face, still covered in spit and his cum, somehow not only made him feel uneasy…

But caused a real sense of fear to engulf him.

He didn't know why, and he didn't have time to think about it as the girl opened her lips and spoke…

"I believe…You owe me information…"

Immediately as soon as the words were spoken, Kostas heard a cracking sound, and before he knew it, he had fallen backward straight onto his back, his eyes dazed as he was now staring directly at the sky.

He blinked a few times, confused before he slowly looked down…

And saw where she had grabbed him, was twisted…

Twisted in such a way…

That a piece of broken bone was sticking straight out, causing blood to splutter out into the air and onto the ground…

Kostas's eyes went wide as his lips parted, cold air leaking into his mouth as he tried to push the words out, a scream at the least, yet nothing could escape his lips as the shock and terror that had filled his body had almost frozen him stiff.

His eyes wandered away from his bone and towards his men, all of them looking at him in shock and terror, many of them taking a step back as the girl pushed herself to her feet, her pants and cloak still on the ground as the only thing covering her was the ripped pale shirt she had on.

She eyed every single one of them, any lust or affection they had towards her completely replaced with fear as she lifted a barefoot and stepped towards them, causing them to flinch and take a step back, a few others fumbling to pull their daggers out and aim towards her.

She went to take another step but was stopped as Gazzak, the second in command who had fist fucked her all the way to her womb, rushed out from the group with a silver sword raised high before he swung it down at her. "Fucking Whore!"

The sword came down directly at her head, and he was confident that he was fast enough to the point she wouldn't be able to dodge.

That confidence was shattered within a split second.

The girl raised her hand at a speed that was inhumane as she caught the sharp blade with her bare hand, holding it in place even as Gazzak attempted to push down and slice right through her skin.

Yet the girl showed no signs of pain, or even injury, as she gripped her hand around the silver…

And broke it clean in half.

Gazzak couldn't believe what he had just seen, the silver sword he had used to cut down men and beasts alike…

Destroyed, broken by a whore he had just raped with his own bare hand.

He tried to run.

He wanted to run.

He felt fear.

Fear that he hadn't felt since he took his first ever life when he was just a child.

Yet she was too fast, as the girl only needed a step to not only close the distance but deliver a punch to his stomach so hard that his vision immediately went blurry.

The punch was from a small hand but delivered a force so powerful that he hadn't felt such pain since his father abused him. He knotted and twisted right into his stomach, as the grotesque sounds of bones breaking were loud enough for all to hear, slicing into parts of his stomach as Gazzak, just seconds later, vomited blood all over the small girl, who showed no emotion even as her snow white hair was doused in crimson.

His body was lifted up into the air, held there by her fist alone as she looked him directly in the eyes, causing fear and despair to wallow deep inside him as she spoke with her calm but cold voice. "You pleasured my womb quite forcefully; It's only courtesy that I return the favor."

Before Gazzak could put together what she had meant, he heard the silver sword she broke fall to the ground and then felt the coldness of the other hand tear through his trunks and tighten around his disgusting balls as he felt her nails begin to dig deep into them.

He wanted to scream loudly, to beg that she stop and have mercy on him.

But the pain overall was too much, and it made his small brain overload as every defense mechanism in his body almost ground to a halt from pure unadulterated fear.

Matter's only became more dire that as soon as she dug her nails deep into his sack, drawing blood and semen out as it ran down her hand and dripped to the ground below, she began to pull…

And pull…

The realization settled in after a moment, and the scream that then followed could only be described as blood-curdling.

It was a scream that couldn't be described.

Any survivors who lived to tell the tale of what they heard, or even worse, saw that night…

Would only tell of how it gave them such trauma; nightmares would follow them till the very end.

His screams intensified in pitch, blood spit and snot flying everywhere off of his face as his testicles were pulled to their limit, the soft tissues that kept the skin attached slowly breaking away as the girl began to squeeze even tighter, causing her nails to penetrate deeper and deeper into the sack as Gazzak threw his head back and screamed one final time.

"ACKKK-GOBHHHH"

Snap

His scream was cut off halfway, replaced by a gubble of noises mixed with liquids before a small snap, almost matching the sound of when one would break a leg off of a chicken to eat, was heard as the girl's arm flung back some without any resistance, before she brought it back for all to see.

To see the bloody, semen-leaking sack present in her hand that was no longer connected to its owner.

Almost immediately, a few in the crowd of men couldn't keep their stomachs down as they leaned over and vomited, while the few who didn't were just frozen in abject horror.

Once her torture was complete, the girl withdrew the fist keeping Gazzak in the air as she allowed his body to fall to the ground below, the husk holding the man that was so psychotic earlier now nothing more than a whimpering mess that continued to expel his innards, now from both holes.

Reaching back down, the girl picked up the silver sword piece she had broken off up and back into her hand as she raised it high…

And stabbed it directly into the neck of Gazzak.

He let out one final whimper, his vocal cords completely ruined from his screaming and pitying before he gave one final breath, and his body became nothing more than a true empty husk.

The others watched on unmoving, other than a few on the ground who were still emptying out what was left in their stomachs.

Once his soul had finally left him, the girl grabbed the sword piece and pulled it out from Gazzak's neck before she raised her bare foot and took a step towards the others.

They should have run; after all, if they split up, it's not like she could get every single one of them. They would have at least had a chance to escape.

But the fear and terror that radiated from her was something that couldn't be put into words, she was like the living embodiment of evil, and that scared them to their very core.

She took another step towards them and then another, drawing closer step by step as the end of their lives drew closer and closer.

Finally, one of the bandits, the youngest one there, seemed to break free of the trance of death as he turned on his heels and began to run deep into the forest.

He didn't know where to run or what to do when he got away.

He just knew he had his entire-

Swoosh

That thought ended just as quickly as it began, as the girl had quickly raised the sword piece she was holding and zipped it through the air, right past the bandits still frozen in place and directly into the back of the skull of the young one who had attempted to run.

Killing him instantly as he keeled over and fell face first into the ground, blood leaking out as the young life of the boy was over.

Letting her hand fall back down to her side, the girl looked across the rest of the men as she raised the testicles up with the other.

"Does anyone else wish to run?" She said as she squeezed the testicles in her hand as hard as she could, and almost instantly, they exploded into blood and semen as they went everywhere, covering her, her hand, and the ground below.

A few of the men shook their heads no, though most of them simply stayed unmoving as he lowered her now-drenched hand as she closed her eyes and gave a sigh through her nose.

"Good."

The girl opened her eyes, as they suddenly emitted a light green color as she spoke.

"Enklovismós"

The word she spoke was foreign to them, as well as the dialect she used to say it perfectly.

Yet they could only think of the word for a split second before the ground underneath them began to tremble, causing them to fall to the ground or hold each other up for support.

Almost as soon as the ground shook, vines shot out from the dirt and began to wrap themselves around the men and hold them to the ground, latching around them and dragging them all to the ground, holding them there by their wrists and ankles, all of them being drug to differing parts, so they were away from one another just enough so not to get in her way.

Lost in all of this activity was Kostas, still on the other side of the camo away from the massacre, nursing his splintered bone the girl had broken without any effort. The fear in him was in full force, and he wanted nothing more than to crawl away.

But after he saw what had happened to Gonzalez, the youngest who had attempted to run away, he knew it was nothing but suicide at this point to do anything other than what the girl ordered.

Even then, his chances of living weren't high.

For now, all he could do was watch in horror at what the girl did next.

Walking over to the closet, one that had been tied down by the vines, the girl closed her eyes once again before opening them to reveal a pink shade had overtaken them. The man underneath her wanted to do nothing but look away, yet his eyes refused what his brain was telling him as his eyes locked with hers.

"Poia ítan i epithymía sou, ti ítheles na káneis sto sóma mou?" Once again, the words she spoke were foreign, yet with her eyes locked with the man underneath her, his mouth began to move on its own.

"I…wanted to…Beat you…To a pulp…" The man spoke slowly as if the words being said were forced upon him, as the girl gave a simple nod as she positioned herself and sat directly down onto his torso, as he could feel her still amazingly soft ass and moist pussy against his bare abs.

Bringing her soft hands up, a cracking noise could be heard in both of them as she popped her knuckles before she gripped both of them.

Before bringing one down and giving a left-handed hook across his face.

The impact was harsh and brutal, smacking into the side of his face as his cheekbone cracked, and a few of his remaining teeth flew out from his mouth and scattered across the ground, causing blood to immediately leak out.

His vision was blurry, an ear-splitting ringing noise overtaking his ears as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.

That was before her right hand came down, giving a right-handed hook across the other side of his face, breaking the cheek on that side as the rest of his remaining teeth went flying across the ground.

His vision went even more blurry, the sickening piercing noise in his ears only ringing louder…

Yet that didn't matter before she brought her left hand back down…And then her right…And then her left again. Back and forth, right hand and then left hand smacked across his face and sent blood flying every which way, the broken bones being broken into much smaller pieces as they began to shred through the weakening skin and expose themselves to the world.

This went only for only a couple of minutes, yet in those minutes, his face was completely smashed in, his eyeballs rolling on the ground, and finally, with one well-placed punch to the side of the head…

Splat!

Remnants of his brain splattered onto the ground as well, as his body went completely limp.

Kostas just stared with abject horror as the girl raised herself up from the fresh corpse, hands still dripping with blood as she walked over to the next closet body, who attempted to squirm and get out from the vines, but to no avail.

Leaning over this man in very much the same way as the other, whose pink-tinted eyes forced him to make eye contact with her.

"Poia ítan i epithymía sou, ti ítheles na káneis sto sóma mou?"

Once again, the foreign words escaped from her lips, and once again, the man answered as if he was being forced to by some unknown deity. "I…wanted to…Shove my cock directly down your throat…and piss right into you…."

A few of the men gulped when they heard what he had said, especially after what they had just seen…

She couldn't…

Much to their and his horror, she nodded as she pushed herself up and adjusted herself to directly above his head, as she lowered herself to where she was squirting right above him, her moist and still somewhat gaping pussy in clear view as she reached down and grabbed his head, forcing it up as she essentially slammed his mouth into her urethra and kept it there, his body refusing to move on its own.

It was only a couple of seconds before drops of some kind of sour liquid began to drop into his mouth, and quickly those drops became a light stream, and then a full-on golden stream that was sour and burned like acid began to enter his mouth.

The man attempted to scream and close his mouth, yet his body refused his orders and continued to allow her piss to quickly fill his mouth, and soon he had no choice but to swallow it before his cheeks busted wide open.

The taste was dreadful, burning his entire mouth as it coated his insides; with the worst part of all, he had to keep swallowing and swallowing, so she didn't break his mouth with her own piss.

But no matter how much he swallowed or how much came out of her, there was no end in sight. She kept pissing and pissing, and if anything, it seemed like it only came out faster and faster the longer she went on, as his insides continued to burn and scream for help as he felt his stomach begin to bulge, threatening to bust from all of the golden liquid rushing inside of it.

He tried to tell her to stop, to pat her side, or even force her off, yet nothing was working. She was keeping him firmly in place, her piss getting faster and faster as it quickly began to fill his insides, even starting to squirt out his nose and run up to his eyes as his entire body screamed and begged for mercy.

Yet any fleeting drip of hope he might have left vanished as he felt the golden liquid soon start to enter into the one thing barely keeping him alive.

His lungs.

The burning sensation quickly entered his chest as each breath he could barely take sent sharp pains and fire throughout his body, especially as his lungs continued to lose more and more space for air as the piss continued to come without stopping, filling them up and up and up, until finally…

There was no room left for any air to come through.

His face began to change colors, and his hands held down by the vines attempted to keep flailing, yet they soon came to a stop, and soon, his face turned a dark purple as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

His heart gave one final beat…Before stopping all together.

The man lay there, unmoving, drowned in the girl's piss as she gently raised herself, her never-ending stream coming to a sudden stop as she used her hand to rub her vagina as if to clean it before she spoke coldly.

"Dying in filth suits you." She looked back out to the others held down as she again walked to the closet, one who looked up at her in terror, opening his mouth as he screamed out.

"I-I didn't want to do anything! I-I just wanted to have nice wholesome sex! I didn't want to violate-"

Crush

Before the man even finished talking, the girl had raised her foot…and slammed it down onto his face, crushing his skull directly into his brain, killing him almost instantly as she rolled her foot into the head as if to make sure he was completely dead before she raised it, skin and blood dripping off of it as she placed it on the dirt and began to then rub it into the dirt as if trying to clean it off as she looked again back at the lot of men held down before her.

"Poia ítan i epithymía sou, ti ítheles na káneis sto sóma mou?"

Those words were echoed by her each time.

"I wanted…To break your bones…And fuck you…"

"I wanted to tie you up…And abuse you…"

"I wanted to…Shit directly into your mouth…"

And each time, the men gave answers on what they wanted to do to her, which were then used against them to kill them in varying and gruesome ways.

From having every bone in their body broken individually…

To have vines wrap around them and squeeze them to death…

To even being smothered by an endless onslaught of shit from ass directly into his mouth…

Each one met the exact same end…

Finally, after around an hour and a half had passed since this entire ordeal had started, she turned her attention towards the two men still left that were being held down by the vines, not counting Kostas, still frozen in fear as bone still stuck out from his ankle.

Moving towards the first one, she looked him over and spoke. "You seemed to enjoy fucking my vagina earlier."

The one she was talking to…Was Garrick, his eyes wide as she positioned herself over his cock and spoke very lowly.

"Let's continue then, shall we?"

She said as she lowered herself onto his cock, as it once again began to enter her vagina.

However, this time…

A burning, almost to the point of scolding heat, wrapped around his entire cock, to the point where it felt like it was being cooked.

"AGHHHHHHH!" The more her pussy engulfed his cock, the more intense the sensation was. It felt like his cock was being melted off as if he had just placed it directly into a campfire and left it there.

It was agonizing, it was pure hell, and it only got worse as she continued to take more of him inside of her, which felt like an eternity due to his size, before finally, she made it all the way to the base, sitting down on top of his cock as it felt like the Pitts of the Eternal Flames had engulfed his entire shaft.

He squirmed, pounding his hand onto the ground as he cried out, eyes watering as he looked at the girl directly in the face, as she showed no amusement at his actions.

Instead, she pressed her hands against his abdomen and lifted herself ever so slowly off of his cock, the pain and suffering easing up some as he dared to look down at his manhood in between his legs.

The sight almost made him vomit alone, as his cock didn't just feel like it was being burnt to a crisp.

It actually was being burnt to a crisp.

The more the girl lifted herself up to expose his penis, the more he saw how it was being boiled.

The skin was peeling off as the entire thing was a scalding bright red, black burn mark already forming in certain places, especially the closer to his tip was exposed due to being inside of her even longer.

Finally, she lifted herself all the way to the tip, showing how it was turning almost crispy as if he was cooking inside of her; as she reached down and grabbed one of the pieces of skin that were starting to peel…

Before she ripped it completely off herself.

"ACKKKKK!" The man yelled in brutal agonizing pain as blood attempted to leak from the raw area, yet the girl began to lower herself once again to cover it up as he yelled out. "PLEASEE, STOPP! DON'T!"

The girl stopped for just a moment, tilting her head as she looked the man in the face, as tears and snot leaked out like he was a broken pipe. "I seem to remember earlier how you completely threw me off of you without a care in the world after you came inside of me…You didn't care for me then; why would I care for you now?"

The girl spoke as she began lowering herself again, his cock threatening to burn off from how insanely hot it was inside of her as he let out more screams of agony and death, twisting his head every which way as he cried. "I'M SORRYYY! PLEASE DON'T GO DOWNNN! PLEASEE, MAKE IT STOPPP!"

The girl once again stopped, looking him in the face still as she began to raise herself as if she was going to honor his request.

Before suddenly dropping her entire body onto his shaft, engulfing the entire thing inside of her as he screamed in brutal agony once again.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? This is what you did when I offered my body to you…No…There was something else you did as well, wasn't there?" Reaching around, she grabbed the half-torn pale shirt still on her and finished the job that Garrick himself started, as she allowed her breasts to fully come out in the limelight. "You also commented on how perfect these were."

Leaning her body forward some, the girl grabbed her breasts and began to squeeze them together above, looking seductive and alluring in the process. If one knew no better, they would have easily been enchanted by the way she was playing with them.

Yet that enchantment would not last, especially as soon enough, her playing resulted in droplets of milk forming at the tip of her tits, and as she continued to play with them, one of the droplets dripped down from her tit.

Falling directly below and landing atop Garrick's torso.

Sizzle

It was even worse than the inside of her vagina.

If the inside of her vagina was the Eternal flames, then that droplet was the lowest pit of the flames one could be thrown into.

That little droplet of milk immediately burnt into his skin and seeped deep into him, cutting through everything it touched, whether it be muscle, bone, or organ; it continued its journey through him before finally making its way through his backside and down through the earth below.

The entire time, the place it had entered from was already starting to peel the surrounding skin and hardened due to just how hot it was, as steam drifted off of him and into the cool night air.

Garrick, for his part, had screams that blended into every other horrific thing that had been heard that night, perhaps only amplified by the prolonged torture of being burnt alive felt like.

The torture didn't end there, as more droplets of milk began to drop down from her tits and all across his body, seeping more and more into him as each piece burnt completely through him, the sound of sizzling blending in more and more with his screams as her droplets of milk continued to assault his body.

Giving a sigh as if she was annoyed, she looked up at his face. "Is that all you can say?"

The words came quickly out of her mouth, but what was even quicker was the follow-up as she raised one of her boobs towards him and squeezed.

Sending a torrent of milk directly at his face that splashed across it, inside of his mouth, his brain, everything.

Immediately the big splash began to melt away, his screams turning into gurgles as his tongue quickly dried out and began to chip before slowly crumbling away. His eyeball quickly melted down his face as the milk seeped through, traveling through his cornea before gently tapping against the sides of his brain, sending shocks and irregular muscle movement through his body as it attempted to spazz every which way, only being held down by the vines.

All the while, the rest of his body was burning from the milk droplets all over it; smoke, black smoke, was starting to come from where his dick was still lodged inside of her vagina. She had been sitting completely on it the entire time she coated him in her milk, and it just kept getting hotter and hotter inside.

Once she was satisfied, the girl slowly began to raise herself off of him…

As soon as she did, flames shot out from every direction, and they only continued to form along his entire eleven-inch cock until she finally pulled herself completely off, showing his entire penis was engulfed in flames.

Taking a few steps away from him, she looked over and gave a snap of her fingers.

As soon as she did, the flames quickly exploded into something more, overtaking his entire body, burning it to ash in no time flat. They were intense, just looking at them would hurt one's eyes if not outright blind them, and they were enough to rival that of Ailell.

They raged on for almost a full minute before the girl raised her hand and gave a snap, causing them to immediately vanish into thin air.

The only thing left behind wasn't even a corpse; it was just ashes and pieces of fabric from the one that they used to call Garrick.

There was just one more left besides Kostas.

Turning her attention towards Roddick, she snapped fingers again as the vines suddenly lifted him into the air and turned him over, throwing him onto his stomach with a thud as she approached his backside before kneeling down right behind him. "You mentioned how the best hole on a lass was her asshole; I wonder if the same applied to men as well?"

Reaching down, she used one hand to spread his cheeks apart to reveal his hairy dirty hole before using her other hand to suddenly lunge it down and ram all five of her fingers directly into it without any preparation. "ACKKK FUCKING WHOREEE!"

He cursed her as he felt her nails jam through any resistance, as she forced his virgin hole to expand without warning as pain shot all throughout his body. Any walls to resist were broken without restraint, and blood quickly began to ooze out and down his crack as he squirmed every which way, though any serious movement was stopped by the vines holding him down.

She pushed her hand deeper and deeper, scratching, cutting, and breaking everything inside of his ass; she pushed her arm deeper into him, no emotion on her face as tears ran down Roddick's face, his hands gripping as he pounded the ground with a vague hope that would somehow make it all stop.

Finally, her hand reached a stopping point, and her nails pressed into something tender and sensitive, sending chills up his spine as she pressed into it. "Your prostate is eight inches in, so that means I should go ten…."

The girl suddenly pulled her hand completely out, earning a moan of pain as blood leaked out from his ass and covered her hand, though with how much bodily fluid coated her by now, it was hard to tell what was his blood and what wasn't.

For a moment, he was confused by the ten-inch line as he gingerly looked behind him.

Only for his eyes to almost pop out of his skull at what he saw.

The girl had placed a hand over her vagina and began to move it forward to reveal it once again.

But what she was revealing wasn't a vagina hidden behind her hand still, but a sex instrument of a different kind.

Sporting big round balls, her silver pubes perfectly atop the shaft, foreskin reaching all the way to the tip and completely covering it, as well as veins all around it, was a ten-inch cock perfectly angled to fit his ass.

As soon as it was present, she lined herself up with his hole as he yelled out.

"Please don't! I can't fit-ITTTTTTTT!"

He couldn't even finish his sentence before the girl plowed the entire rod right into his ass, filling up every nook and cranny since she had specifically designed it for his ass and only his ass.

It finally stopped once it reached his prostate, leaving two inches still sticking out as his body shook, tears streaming down his face as he shook his head. "P-Please…D-DON'TTTT!"

Again he tried to reason with her, and again he was cut off as the girl quickly grabbed his sides as she pulled herself back before plowing her way back in again, forcing her cock directly against his prostate before she pulled back once again, and once again slammed her hips against him that shook his entire body.

"FUCKKKK PLEASE DON'TTTT FUCKKKKK!'' He screamed loudly, cursing and begging as the girl only got faster with each one, using her large uncut girl cock to plow in and out of his virgin asshole, as blood and her own precum leaked out from the sides of his ass. "MAKE IT STOP! MOMMY, PLEASE MAKE IT STOPPP!"

The pain and perhaps trauma of the night getting to him; his brain was in a whirlwind as he suddenly began to call out for his mother to save him, though, of course, whoever and wherever she was, she had no chance to end his torment.

Her thrusts got harder and harder as she hit against his prostate, sending waves of intense pleasure but even more intense pain through him, as her uncut cock head began to press more and more into his prostate, allowing the rest of her cock to slowly seep in more and more.

"FUCKKK NOOO DONNN'TTTT I-I CAN'T TAKE ITTTT! I-I WANNA DIEEEE!" The man continued to scream, even resulting to begging for death, yet the girl still ignored him as she pushed her cock deeper and deeper…

Until finally…

Pulling her hips back, she adjusted herself ever so slightly…Before slamming her hips as hard as she could, her cock breaking completely through his prostate and causing it to bust open. "AGHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK!"

Roddick let out a blood-curdling scream, his back arching so much it threatened to break thanks to the vines, as the indescribable pain of having his prostate broken through was too much for him, as he fell down face first, passing out from the pain alone.

The girl, meanwhile, once she had firmly broken through his prostate, began…

To cum.

Her balls began to pump out her seed as it quickly traveled through her shaft and out of her uncut head, quickly filling his insides up as his stomach began to bulge from her seed as she pumped and pumped, showing almost no sides of slowing down as his stomach continued to expand from the cum being directly shot into it.

Finally, once his stomach bulged enough to make him look pregnant, she slowly began to take her cock out, as blood and some kind of green fluid began to leak out alongside it.

Finally, her cock completely popped out to reveal the green fluid was actually what she had cummed, as a bit of it still spurted out on top of his back.

She moved her hand down and stroked her cock as more of the green fluid shot out onto him before; finally, her cock went limp as she pushed herself off of the ground and looked at him.

Roddick, the ass lover himself, was dead. The green fluid her cock had shot into him was a fast-acting poison. With how much she poured into him, he was dead within seconds.

He would never awake from the pain.

His life was over.

Then, there was only one.

Turning her attention over to Kostas, the leader of the Iron King Thieves and now its only survivor. She slowly began to walk over towards him as he attempted to scoot back some, yet his broken bone didn't allow him much movement at all without it sending shockwaves of pain through him.

Upon reaching him, she reached down and began to stroke her cock once again as she spoke. "You seemed to enjoy my mouth; let me-"

"W-Wait!" Kostas threw up his hand and quickly spoke. "Y-You wanted information, right? I-I'll tell you anything you want in exchange for…."

"...In exchange for your life?"

"...In exchange…For a quick and painless death…." The girl narrowed her eyes at Kostas, yet he had given up all hope of living. He wasn't dealing with a human, a monster, or a beast…

Hell, he wasn't even sure if he was dealing with the Goddess.

For all he knew, he was dealing with the embodiment of pure evil.

His life was over; he had slowly accepted this as he saw his comrades killed in a multitude of slow and painful deaths.

He at least hoped to bargain for a quick and painless death himself.

The girl kept her glare on Kostas before slowly releasing her cock and letting it dangle in between her legs as she held her hand up to the side of her.

Almost immediately, the piece of the silver sword she had broken off and thrown to kill Gonzalez flew into her hand, and she immediately aimed it at Kostas's head.

"If I feel like you've lied to me at any point, this exchange is over with."

"I-I won't, I swear! J-Just what do you want to know?"

"...Start with this; what is this place?"

"W-What?"

"This place, what is it!?" The girl took a step towards Kostas, who quickly scooted back as he held his hands up.

"Ok, ok! I-I'll tell you! T-This is Remire Forest, right on the outskirts of Remire Village! I-It's a village in the Adrestian Empire!"

"Adrestian Empire?"

"Y-Yea um…D-Do you know anything about the empire or…?"

"I am ignorant to this world; you will explain everything if you wish for your painless death!"

"A-Alright, alright! I'll explain everything I know…."

With that, Kostas began to explain everything to the girl.

He told them that the continent they were on was called Fodlan, and it housed three major countries.

The largest was the Adrestian Empire, situated all along the South.

Next was the Kingdom of Faerghus, which occupied the frigid North.

Finally was the Leicester Alliance, which were lands that comprised nobles that ruled together and made decisions together.

In the center of these three major countries was the Monastery of Gareg Mach, a place that was both an academy for aspiring military officers and also a place of worship for those who worshiped a goddess known as Sothis, who was said to have created the lands a millennium ago.

Around the continent were smaller countries as well, from the Imperial puppet states of Brigid and Daga.

To the ruffian ruled Sreng Region.

The Military hounds of Almyra.

To even the non-connected regions of Morfis and Albinea.

Other than the geography of the region and local politics, the girl even learned that Kostas and his group had been hired by some man in a mask to kill a group of nobles who were on a camping trip and were currently stationed in Magdred, which was to the North of the current position and West of the mountain range known as the Oghma Mountains.

They were set to depart two hours ago.

After a few more rounds of questioning, the girl seemed to be satisfied as she moved her arm back some. "That is everything you know?"

"Y-Yeah, that's everything…I-I swear!" The girl looked at him for a few moments before giving a short nod. "T-Thank the god-"

Splat

Before Kostas could even finish his sentence, the sword in her hand flung forward and sliced directly into his skull, killing him instantly as his body fell limp and backward.

He kept his end of the exchange, so she kept hers.

Just like that, every single member of the Iron King Thieves was dead in a multitude of disturbing and grotesque ways.

All thanks to the efforts of a singular girl.

She stood there staring at Kostas's body, the moonlight hanging above as she didn't move.

Soon, however, a new pair of footsteps appeared behind her as they slowly walked through the carnage and gave a blow of the lips before speaking. "Good job Morgan, you put on quite the show."

The girl turned around and bowed toward the figure. "Thank you, Lord Grima."

The girl to start the massacre was Morgan, carrying out her orders from Grima as instructed. Grima looked around the now ruined campsite, bringing her cigar to her mouth as she smoked a bit more before commenting. "I must say, I didn't expect you to put on a performance such as that; it was much more beautiful than even I expected."

"Thank you, Lord. I was simply carrying out my orders while also taking out my anger for Naga and the Shepherds on them for making us abandon the castle and retreat to this world."

"Hmph, whatever your reasoning, I quite enjoyed it. What did you learn?"

Morgan wasted no time in relaying everything that Kostas had told her over to Grima, who listened carefully as they continued to smoke their cigar as they just nodded along.

Once Morgan was done explaining, Grima crushed the rest of the cigar against Kostas's head and threw it to the side as they crossed their arms. "Three countries with different heads of state, with varying other countries surrounding the continent? This place sounds like a bigger version of Ylisse."

"It would appear that way."

"Well, the similarities, I believe, end there. I attempted to summon Risen, but other than resurrecting a few corpses that were buried deep in the dirt, my attempt resulted in failure. Not to mention, unlike in our own world, we don't have the military and religious backing of a country like we did in Plegia."

Grima reached down and grabbed Kostas by the head as their eyes began to glow a deep red, and after a moment, Kostas's body began to move and sway around before it fell down to the ground and slowly raised itself up onto its feet. "Blugh…"

His eyes were rolled into the back of his head, and his speech was nothing but a mesh of words as Grima looked him over. "I can resurrect the dead into mindless zombies, but unlike Risen, they refuse to obey orders."

On cue, the zombie Kostas turned and attempted to attack Grima, but they simply raised their hand and gave a flick of the forehead to the undead corpse, sending it flying backward and into a tree with little effort.

Giving a sigh through their nose, they turned towards Morgan. "You said these guys were going after a few nobles?"

"Yes, they were paid to apparently assassinate students of the Officers Academy who were having a camping expedition north from here. He himself didn't know why, but the gold was too good to pass up."

"Hm…Nobles of the Officers Academy…I believe we have our first targets."

"Lord?"

"We're in an unknown world, and from the sounds of it, there's at least a fraction of the populace big enough to worship some sort of Goddess. Even if they're not on the level of Naga, it's possible they could be a thorn in our side. With our only lead being those Noble students, I believe we'll start with them by gaining their trust."

"Gain their trust, how, Lord?"

"Hmph." Grima turned towards the various corpses strewn about that Morgan had created as they gave a wicked smirk. "By saving them from a threat we created."

The echoes of the small fire reverberated through the night air as various tents had been set up to house students who had gone off on a training exercise and camping trip in one. The students were all attendees of the Officers Academy at Garreg Mach, and they were being guided by one of the new professors at the Academy who went by the name of Odin Magdred.

He was a former noble of the Kingdom whose family formerly owned the territory of Magdred that the students were currently camping in. However, after his father attempted a coup shortly after the tragedy of Duscur, his family was stripped of all political power, and soon Lord Lonato of the Gaspard region assumed control of Magdred.

The man sat on a log next to the fire with droopy eyes, a bottle of rum in his hand that he had stored away, and as the night crept on, more and more of the bottle was emptied into his stomach.

As Odin went to raise the bottle to his lips once again, the sound of heels clicking across the ground was heard before they stopped shortly behind him. "Professor Magdred?"

"Huh?" Odin stopped raising the bottle as he turned to look behind him, as he saw a young woman in an officer uniform adjourned with a red cape and white hair standing beside him. "Oh…What do you want, Edelgard?"

The woman was Edelgard von Hresvelg, Crown Princess of the Adrestian Empire and House leader of the Black Eagles, which housed students from the Empire at Garreg Mach.

Edelgard gave a slight look of concern at the man before sighing and shaking her head. "It's time for you to go to bed; the night watch needs to stay on schedule while we're-"

"I'll stay up another hour."

"Professor, if I may, you've been saying that for the past three hours. The sun will be rising soon; we need you to be well-rested for-"

"Like you give a damn."

"I'm sorry?" Edelgard raised an eyebrow as Odin turned towards her, the smell of alcohol quickly washing over her as her face scrunched up some to defend against it.

"You're a pretty little princess who gets to assume control of the largest country on this continent; what do you know about being on lookout?" Despite his voice being filled with the stench of Rum, Edelgard kept her composure as she calmly replied.

"I am quite confident that I can be on lookout just fine, professor; I may be a princess, but I know how to defend myself quite handily." Edelgard made it a point to grip the Iron Axe that was tied to the side of her thigh as Odin looked at it with a scowl.

"Tch, better off cutting wood than anything else." Odin lifted the bottle and downed more of his rum, letting it off his lips with a gruff noise before he waved Edelgard away. "Go on, scream back to your tent."

"Professor, no, you are leading us on this exercise, and I won't jeopardize the others by having our instructor hungover and without any rest."

"So help me, Goddess, will you shut the hell up and get back to bed, you little pretty princess bitch!?" Odin raised himself and acted as if he was going to hit Edelgard with the bottle but was stopped by another voice ringing out.

"What's going on over here?" Odin looked towards the sound of the voice, his eyes squinting as he felt his anger quickly began to boil over even more at who it was.

The figure ran over to beside Edelgard, his blond hair hanging down in his face, as a blue cape adjourned his outfit. "...Dimitri…"

Odin spoke with venom in his voice to the Crown Prince of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, who also happened to be House Leader of the Blue Lions at the Officers Academy, which housed students who hailed from the Kingdom itself.

"Professor Odin, just what do you think you're doing talking to Edelgard this way? Do you have no shame as a professor of Garreg Mach or even as a citizen of the Kingdom?"

"Tch, citizen, my ass! Your uncle stripped me of everything, all because of what my father did! Do you do that to every citizen who is related to villains?"

"While I can't speak on the actions of my uncle, I also don't believe that justifies you acting in such an inappropriate way. Especially when some of the younger students can hear what you're shouting."

"Young? Every single one of you are nothing more than future rats! Sure, you may ascend to the throne, but your classmates? Nothing more than future knights who will obey whatever you tell them to do, whether it be slaughtering Orphans or ripping people off their own land!"

"I would never! I also certainly hope that such orders would never be carried out unless there was a very clear reason to do so! I also object to you calling my classmates Rats; they are human beings, such as you and I!"

"Don't make me sick; they're nothing but rats and dogs who follow the whims of a leader who wasn't even strong enough to save his own daddy!" Odin's words cut deep into Dimitri, who gritted down on his teeth as he clenched his hand.

"That's-"

"Whoa there, let's calm down some, yeah?" A fourth figure suddenly appeared on Edelgards other side, black hair hanging down in his face, as a yellow cape accompanied the officer uniform he was wearing.

"Claude…" Dimitri looked over at the new face and identified him as the Next Sovereign Duke of the Leicester Alliance, Claude von Riegan, house leader of the Golden Deer, housing students from the Alliance.

Odin looked at Claude with more annoyance than anything, spitting onto the ground as he raised his bottle again. "Dealing with all three of you is a headache."

"Well, Teach, hate to break it to you, but that's kinda what you signed up for," Claude spoke with a small smile, giving a wink to Odin, which caused him to narrow his gaze. "Besides, I hear you're set to be over the Golden Deer this year, so I hope you're ready for some eccentric personalities."

"Hmph, I'm not getting near these two stuck-up brats if I can help it, so I might as well deal with the class that's nothing but wannabes and cowards, led by an illegitimate heir that showed up one day out of the blue."

"That's all you got, Teach? I've been hearing the illegitimate claim for months now; if you're going to insult me, I would expect something more creative." Claude continued to egg on Odin and push his button, to which Odin responded by glaring daggers at Claude.

"Now you listen hear, you're going to do as I say when I say, and you're not going to tell me how to act or what to do, do you understand!?" Though Odin raised his voice, Claude acted without a care in the world as he just rolled his eyes before stopping as his eyes went wide as he yelled out.

"Professor, get down!"

"What? What did I just-ACK!" Due to his drunkenness-infused power trip, Odin didn't put any thought into what Claude said, and just a moment later, an arrow pierced right through his chest, coming cleanly out the front.

Then another…

And another…

Several arrows quickly followed through his chest, Odin looking down at them with eyes wide with horror as the bottle of rum dropped out of his hand and to the ground below; as he looked up at the three shocked lords in front of him and mouthed…

"Help…me…." as soon as he mouthed that, Odin fell face first into the ground, blood seeping everywhere as the Lords continued to be in shock as they looked ahead.

Standing behind Odin and hiding in the woods appeared to be two archers, barbarian clothing adorning them as they began to walk forward with their bows raised, and soon more began to follow from behind; some were more archers, others had more melee weapons, such as swords, axes, and lances.

The shock only lasted a minute, as Dimitri was the first to act, as he reached around to his back and quickly unsheathed an Iron Lance and aimed it. "Bandits!"

The archers who had shot Odin raised their bows and fired at the three of them while still walking, but Dimitri easily raised his lance and began to spin it in circles, blocking every arrow they fired and sending them flying to the side.

"Can't say I've seen bandits walking slowly and directly towards you, but who am I to complain?" Claude joked as he reached to his side, grabbing a bow off his waist as he readied an arrow and shot it towards the closet archer, hitting them directly in the head and sending them to the ground as blood splitted out.

"Well, now, this is a turn of events." Edelgard unsheathed her ax and readied it, placing it onto her shoulder as she looked out towards the group of bandits nearing them.

Claude took a few more shots as he mainly targeted the archers while Dimitri and Edelgard waited for them to get a bit closer before charging in and taking a few of them down.

However, the trio quickly realized something was wrong.

They weren't stopping.

As bandits continued to walk out of the woods, it was almost never-ending. For every archer that Claude would shoot down, three more would walk out of the woods as they began taking more shots at the trio, causing Dimitri to spin his lance and block them.

Soon the bandit group was more closely resembling an army as they continued marching out of the woods, and the trio quickly realized they had to abandon their plans of taking them head-on as Claude looked over at the other two. "Edelgard, warn the others and have them retreat! Also, have them attempt to contact the Knights; I think I remember the professor saying something about them being nearby if anything were to happen! Dimitri and I will try to hold them back the best we can!"

Edelgard narrowed her eyes on Claude, yet she had no reason to refuse the plan for a multitude of reasons.

"Very well, you two better make it out alive, for your own country's sake."

"Heh, don't sweat it; we got this, right Dimitri?" Claude looked over at Dimitri and smirked, who gave a smile in return as he readied his lance.

"Battle is nothing new to me, sadly, so I'll do my best to make sure everyone gets out alive!" With their resolve in the plan solid, Edelgard gave a small nod as she turned and began to run away to the other tents to let everyone know what was happening.

Yet under her breath…

"I'm sorry, you two, but for the sake of Fodlan…I had to…"

The bandit attack had lasted for almost a full thirty minutes, and Dimitri and Claude were starting to feel the full effects of it. Since Dimitri was more up close and personal, his injuries were more severe as gashes were seen across his uniform, blood running down his arms as he breathed heavily.

Despite his injuries, however, he was still on his feet, his lance still at the ready.

Claude had avoided serious injury due to being a ranged fighter, but even he was starting to get to his limits. Eventually, he ran out of arrows, and so he had to resort to running around and picking up arrows off the ground or in the bodies of the dead bandits, which opened him up to attacks as he had sustained an arrow into his arm, and a few swords slash against his back.

The two of them were physically exhausted as Claude ran back and slid across the dirt; as he raised his bow and fired another arrow, as it hit another bandit and caused it to fall to the ground dead, yet they kept coming.

No matter how many bandits they killed, no matter how many corpses they piled up as the battle went on…

The bandits kept coming out of the woods like a never-ending nightmare, with no end in sight.

Dimitri raised his lance and blocked an axe attack from one of the bandits, as he parried him and stabbed his lance directly into the bandit's chest, as he fell down to the ground dead.

However, whether it was because of his exhaustion or from the sheer number of bandits, he didn't notice one of the bandits and got behind him as they jumped up and swung their swords down toward him. "Dimitri, look out!"

Dimitri turned to look, as his eyes went wide as he attempted to turn and defend himself. Claude, who had yelled out towards Dimitri, raised his bow and readied an arrow as fast as he could.

But neither was going to make it in time; the bandit was too fast as it brought its sword down and into Dimitri.

….

…

…Suddenly, a bright light blinded the two of them.

A giant red ball of fire suddenly shot out from the sides of the woods and hit the bandit directly on the side, sending it flying through the air before it fell onto the ground and rolled away, fire engulfing its body as it was killed on the spot.

The two of them were blinded momentarily by the flash but were quickly astonished and confused as they looked at the now-dead bandit beside them.

What had happened?

The answer quickly revealed itself as a figure came walking out of the woods.

"Seems like you boys need a hand." The two looked at the sudden figure, and they were, for a split second, shocked by what they said. They had expected perhaps some kind of old wizard or a witch even.

They weren't expecting a young woman with smooth white hair dressed in a Yukata that was tied around her chest, waist, and even legs so as not to show any part of her body. She walked in what appeared to be wooden sandals, and her hand was raised to show a small fireball on the tip of her finger, showing she was indeed the one who sent the giant one that killed the bandit targeting Dimitri.

The woman walked over to Dimitri and inspected his wounds before nodding as she clapped. "Morgan!"

"Coming, mother!" As soon as the woman yelled out a name, another higher pitched voice rang out as a small girl, having the same hair as the woman but dressed in some sort of old-fashioned military garb and cloak, came running over towards her before stopping just in front of Dimitri.

"This man is severely wounded; heal him, please."

"On it!" The girl gave a mock salute as she turned towards Dimitri, raising a gloved hand as a bright green light began to emit from her, and almost immediately, the wounds on Dimitri began to heal. "This should help!"

"A-Ah, thank you…" Dimitri was almost at a loss for words by this sudden turn of events but quickly regained himself as he looked at Claude. "H-He needs help too! He's had a few arrows strike him."

Claude, either not surprised by what he saw or simply hiding it well, gave a coy smile and a shrug. "I'm fine…You're the one who's been fighting up close and personal."

Even with putting on a facade, however, Claude's breath was heavy as he looked back out towards the bandits, with Dimitri doing the same as he spoke. "There's a lot of them, and no matter how many we take down, it seems like two more take their place."

"I see, and with their movements…Hm…." The older woman spoke as she placed her chin in her hand and then nodded. "Alright! Stand back!"

"Huh?" Dimitri let out a confused grunt as the woman raised both of her hands up, as they began to glow a bright red. "W-What are you…?"

"Goddess above! Give me strength to send these demons back to the Flames they came from!" As soon as the woman spoke, her hands began to glow even brighter, and soon a giant red ball of fire began to form in the sky, directly above the bandits.

"W-What the Goddess is that?" Dimitri cried out in confusion and slight terror as the girl named Morgan pushed him back some, so he wasn't hit any.

Claude, for his part, slightly dropped his facade as he took a step back, mouth agape somewhat as the ball of fire began to rain down.

All of the bandits continued walking forward, shooting arrows at the group as if they couldn't even register what was raining down on them.

It only took a few seconds as the giant ball of fire soon landed on its intended target.

Boom

The ground shook hard as the ball exploded upon impact, and each and every single bandit was vaporized in the blast. Flames shot out every which way, as Dimitri and Claude had to cover their faces; it was such an intense heat.

The explosion lasted for almost a full minute before it soon began to vanish and crumble into the air.

As soon as the explosion was over, the woman lowered her arms…Before falling directly back onto the ground. "Mother!"

Morgan called out as she rushed over to the woman, and after a second of regaining their sight, Dimitri and Claude followed suit.

"Mother!" Morgan cupped the woman's face as she opened her eyes and gave a small smile.

"I'm fine dear…That just took…Alot of energy…"

"Mother…" Morgan had tears in her eyes as the woman gently wiped them away before closing her eyes as if to rest.

Dimitri and Claude, however, simply stared at the place the ball of fire had hit.

What was once a battlefield of bandits was now nothing more than charred earth. Any bandits that might have remained were nothing more than corpses burning away in the wind.

A few of the flames threatened to jump onto the nearby fauna, but either because of the wind or magic, they never did.

As the two stared at the former war zone, the sounds of galloping broke them out of the trance as they looked behind and saw several horses running towards them with a familiar-looking knight leading the charge.

"The Knights of Serious are here! We're-...Huh?" The main front pulled for his horse to come to a stop before he hopped off the side, running over to Dimitri and Claude.

"Alois," Dimitri said with a somewhat dazed tone, identifying the knight as Alois Rangeld, one of the highest commanders of the Knights of Seiros, who were the personal military of the main Church.

"Prince Dimitri, Claude, and…Who's this?" Alois looked down at the two women on the floor as Dimitri reached up and ran a hand through his hair.

"Well, it's a bit of a long story…Even then, I'm not quite sure who they are?"

"Hm?" Alois raised an eyebrow as he looked back down at the women, as the young girl named Morgan turned her attention up towards Alois. "Oh uh, Young One, who are…?"

"...My name is Morgan…What do you want?"

"Morgan? That's a fine name! Haha!" Alois attempted to be as non-threatening as he could as he knelt down and smiled. "Do you mind telling me who you two are and what exactly happened here?"

It took a moment for Morgan to respond as she looked down at the ground…Before giving a small nod.

"Alright…I'll tell you…"

It took around thirty minutes for Morgan to explain everything, and during that time, the other Knights of Seiros went by, checking every tent to ensure the other students were alright while also making sure no more of the strange bandits were in the woods.

Morgan explained that her mother's name was Robin and that she was a Tactician of some fallen kingdom named Ylisse. None of the people present had ever heard of such a place, and all Morgan could tell them was that it was a kingdom very far away that had been destroyed thanks to monsters.

She further explained her mother was considered the most powerful magic user in the entire Kingdom and that when she used all of her power at once, she could make such a terrifying spell that could wipe entire armies off the map at the cost of her life potentially, however.

As for her, Morgan explained she was an up-and-coming tactician studying under her mother. After their Kingdom had fallen to monsters, they had spent the past four years traveling the world and looking for a place to settle down and find employment.

She said the two of them were traveling through the woods looking for mushrooms to cook when they suddenly saw the battle at hand. Realizing that what Dimitri and Claude were fighting were not normal bandits, but some kind of monster called a 'Zombie,' Robin rushed in to save them.

Asked to explain further, Morgan said she didn't know every little thing about them other than they were undead corpses that could come back to the land of the living without a soul in them if enough black magic was residing in the area.

Any further inquiry would have to be asked to Robin directly whenever she awoke.

As Morgan was finishing up, a familiar princess made her way over to the group; as she called out, "Dimitri, Claude, I see you guys survived."

The two looked over as Dimitri gave a small smile and a nod. "Just barely, but yes, we did; thank you for looking after the others, Edelgard."

Edelgard, who had returned, gave a small smile of her own as she walked over towards them. "Of course, I was able to contact the knights after a bit, so I'm sorry it took so long."

"Nonsense, taking care of the others should of come first, and thankfully we had a bit of…Backup, if you will." Edelgard tilted her head in confusion before Dimitri pointed down toward Morgan and Robin. "Who are they?"

"A veteran Tactician named Robin, and her daughter Morgan, who is an aspiring tactician. They were walking through the woods when they came upon us, and Robin used almost all of her magic to save us, causing her to pass out from exhaustion."

"A tactician? Who is she employed by?"

"From the sounds of it, no one. Morgan claims they served a kingdom called Ylisse, but it was overrun and destroyed by monsters around five years ago. So for the past four years, the two of them have been traveling the world, looking for a place to stay."

"Hm…I do need a tactician for when I take the crown, and if she was strong enough to save you two, perhaps I should inquire about her services."

"Haha, well, I can confirm that she's quite powerful…But I'm sorry to say Edelgard; I had already planned to induct her into the Kingdom's ranks as soon as I could. It's the least I could do for her saving me."

"Whoa, there, you two!" Claude suddenly pushed himself into the conversation as he placed his arms behind his back. "I actually thought about asking her to join the Alliance before I even knew she was a tactician, so I think I can say I have dibs on her."

"Dibs? Please, Claude." Edelgard scoffed at his offer, yet the three of them were smiling the entire way as they seemed to enjoy the lighter tone.

However…

"Not to ruin the moment, but…." Alois suddenly turned towards the three of them, a grim expression on his face. "I just received the report from the knights, and including you two and the woman, we have three injured…And one casualty."

The three suddenly had serious and grim looks on their faces as Alois continued.

"Professor Odin was killed by the injuries he sustained from the arrows; death was either from an organ being pierced or from bleeding out…Either way, we've lost a member of the Academy." The three of them looked towards the ground, a bit disturbed but, in all honesty, not completely bothered. He was a cruel man to all of them, and it was his cruelty that, in the end, cost him his life. "We plan to transport his body back with us to Garreg Mach and have him buried in the Church's graveyard. Combined with her injuries, we'll have to use both carriages; we have to transport them, and the rest will have to walk."

"We're taking her back with us?" Dimitri asked as Alois gave a nod.

"She is the reason you're still alive after all, so the least we can do is heal her injuries. If what the young one says is true about them needing a place to live and work, I'm sure Lady Rhea can assist in that regard as well."

"Lady Rhea?" The four looked down at Morgan, tilting her head as she heard the name.

"Ah, Lady Rhea is the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros, the largest Religion in all of Fodlan! Tell me, are you and your mother a follower of the Church's teachings?"

Morgan looked at Alois and shook her head left and right. "No…The god we follow is one we've only seen worshiped back home…."

"Oh, I see…What's their name, if you don't mind me asking?" Morgan looked up and gave a small cute smile.

"Their name is Grima! The Divine Goddess who wishes for peace and an end to all war!"

"Grima? An interesting name…But a fine name for a god all the same!" Alois gave a small laugh as he turned to his men to order them to start packing up for the trip to Garreg Mach.

Edelgard, however, seemed confused by the name, raising her thumb to her mouth as she mouthed the name Grima as if trying to connect it to something.

Something that did not go unnoticed by Morgan.

Soon enough, everything was packed and ready to go. Professor Odin's body had been placed in one of the carriages, the arrows being removed and a sheet placed over him, while Robin was placed in the other carriage with Morgan being allowed to ride with her.

Alois was going to have a few mages ride in the cart with Robin to tend to her injuries, but Morgan insisted she could do it herself and wanted alone time with her Mother.

Once everything was settled, they began the journey back to Garreg Mach.

The sun was close to rising, yet the hoots of owls could still occasionally be heard inside the small carriage, alongside the trotting of the horses' hooves and chatter from outside.

As they traveled, Robin suddenly spoke. "Morgan."

"Ah, mother!" Morgan gave a smile towards Robin, happy to see her mother awake.

Yet when Robin opened her eyes, they were a dark purple, as she raised herself and looked directly at Morgan. "It seems we're heading to the place known as Garreg Mach, where this so-called Archbishop rules."

Noticing the change in Robin's voice and personality, Morgan quickly dropped the girly girl persona she was putting on, her more cold exterior taking over as she nodded. "That is correct, Lord Grima."

Robin, now identified as Grima, gave a sigh as they propped an arm up against the seat and leaned on it. "You did well on those Zombies; I would never have expected so many corpses would be buried in these woods."

"Yes, it seemed a battle was fought here long ago, which resulted in many soldiers dying. That was why they were so eager to fight as soon as they rose; they were simply attempting to fight the battle that had long been over."

"I see, and it gave us some valuable data on those two boys. They seem much stronger than the average human, especially the one in the blue."

"He appears to be the crown prince of the Northern Kingdom since that man Alois called him a prince, and I heard other knights mention him as the future King. The same appears to go for the dark-skinned boy, who I heard was the next Duke of the Alliance, and the girl with white hair being the next Emperor of the southern Empire."

"Now, why would the Crown prince, Crown princess, and next Duke all be together in the same place?"

"Would it not indicate they're attendees at this officer's academy?"

"Yes, that much is obvious, but it's a little…Coincidental, we were able to run into them so quickly, alongside this Archbishop who runs this continent's Religion. Either we're just lucky, or there are other forces at work here."

"Does it matter either way?"

"Ultimately, it doesn't. But if other forces are at work, I would love nothing more than to crush them and add them to my army. After all, before we can take this world over, we need a country and military to aid us."

"So it will come down to which of the three countries we wish to take over first."

"Precisely, which will come down to navigating quite the political web."

"...If I may make a suggestion, that Edelgard girl…She seemed to mouth your name and was confused when she heard it. Either she knows something the others don't, or she may be more interested than the others."

"Implying she doesn't believe in this goddess Alois spoke of?"

"It's possible."

Grima gave a small laugh before laying back down as they placed their arms behind their head and sighed. "Get ready, Morgan; our work starts in full once we arrive at this Garreg Mach. Before we take the others out, we have to start at the source of their hope."

"The source being…"

Grima narrowed their eyes as they looked at the ceiling of the carriage. "This Goddess they're so fond of, meaning we start…By making their leader, Lady Rhea, an ally of ours."

Morgan gave a small nod before bowing.

"As you command, Lord Grima."