The estate of the Quintia family, nestled within the nation of the Slane Theocracy, was plunged into chaos and turmoil, mirroring the widespread upheaval across the entire nation. The elves and half-elves of the Nazar Army, driven by a vengeful fervor, laid waste to the once-prosperous noble estate.
The humans who had once inhabited and toiled on this land faced a brutal fate as they were mercilessly slaughtered on the spot. The buildings that had once stood proudly were now engulfed in flames, casting an ominous glow across the landscape. The half-elves, fueled by a deep-seated desire for retribution, were the primary perpetrators of the carnage.
Just like Grad Town, this estate bore the weight of a dark history—known for its large population of elf slaves. Many elves and half-elves had endured years of slavery within these lands, and their newfound freedom manifested as an unrelenting wave of revenge against the civilians who had been complicit in their suffering.
The estate, once a symbol of nobility and privilege, now lay in ruins, a stark testament to the sweeping changes and consequences that unfolded in the wake of the turmoil within the Slane Theocracy. The echoes of the past reverberated through the destruction, leaving behind a trail of anguish and despair.
Clementine strode through the streets of the town, a sinister smile playing on her lips. While her family's rise to prominence was tied to her and her twin brother's induction into the Black Scripture, Clementine found herself overshadowed by her sibling's success.
Despite her tireless efforts and the brutal battles she fought against monsters in the name of humanity, the recognition and praise seemed reserved for her brother. The strain of both the relentless pursuit of glory and the familial issues gnawed at her sanity, pushing her toward the brink of insanity.
As she witnessed the town that had been a source of discontent for her burn to ashes, a twisted sense of happiness filled Clementine. The flames engulfing the once-vibrant streets brought her a perverse satisfaction, a manifestation of the hatred she harbored for the place that had never acknowledged her efforts.
Clementine reached the mansion of her parents and unleashed a powerful kick, blasting the door open. As she entered, the grandeur of the once-resplendent residence now contrasted sharply with the chaos unfolding around. She scanned the surroundings, her malevolent smile widening.
In a corner, Clementine spotted three maids huddled together, their faces etched with fear. The grandeur of the villa, once a symbol of the family's affluence, now stood witness to the violence and turmoil that had befallen the town. The maids trembled, their eyes wide with terror, as Clementine loomed over them.
The air thickened with tension as Clementine relished the fear in their eyes. The flames of destruction that consumed the town seemed to reflect in the maids' expressions, mirroring the chaos that now invaded the once-tranquil villa. Clementine's malevolent satisfaction grew, her twisted joy fueled by the fear she instilled in those who were unfortunate enough to cross her path.
"Hello, girls," Clementine greeted, revealing her vampiric sharp fangs with a sinister smile.
Clementine's presence sent a shiver through the air as her vampiric fangs glinted in the dim light. The maids, with their eyes widened in fear, couldn't help but notice the uncanny resemblance between her and the long-lost Lord Quaiesse. The tale of Clementine's mysterious disappearance a decade ago had become the stuff of local legends, and her unexpected return was nothing short of a spectral apparition.
"Where are my parents?" Clementine inquired, her tone laced with a chilling calmness.
The maids exchanged uneasy glances, their voices trembling as they struggled to respond. "Th-They left..." stammered one of the maids, her voice barely above a whisper.
Clementine's crimson eyes narrowed, fixating on the maid who spoke. "Oh… Where?" she inquired, her tone almost casual, yet laced with an underlying tension.
"We-We don't know, miss!" another maid replied, desperation evident in her voice.
A cold, mirthless laugh escaped Clementine's lips, sending a chill down the spines of the already uneasy maids. "Hah, of course they left. Who would care about some maids, right?" Clementine's words, delivered with a bone-chilling tone, sent shivers down the spines of the already fragile maids.
Far away from the mansion, deep within the woods, stood a cabin that once served as a retreat for the affluent Qinitia family. In the days of their wealth, the cabin witnessed the indulgence of summer days and clandestine rendezvous with mistresses by both Lord Quaiesse and his father. However, those times were now a distant memory.
As chaos unfolded in the town and the estate, Marquis Quintia, the patriarch of the family, had sought refuge in the cabin. His wife and daughter stood behind him, a small group of guards accompanying them. The future looked uncertain, and they had no concrete plan for escaping the turmoil in the Slane Theocracy, for the Kingdom of Nazarick remained the sole nation on the continent.
"Why are you all inside?" Marquis Quintia questioned, addressing the guards.
The guards exchanged glances, a moment of hesitation passing between them, but none responded to Marquis Quintia's inquiry.
"Some of you should go outside and protect us from the enemies," Marquis Quintia ordered once again, his tone demanding compliance.
Yet, the guards remained motionless, their reluctance palpable. A heavy silence settled in the cabin as Marquis Quintia's authority clashed with the unspoken fear that permeated the air. The outside world, fraught with unknown dangers, held the guards captive in a paralyzing grip.
Marquis Quintia's frustration mounted, and he exchanged a puzzled glance with his wife and daughter."Hey, are you listening?!" he demanded, desperation tainting his voice.
The response from one of the guards was as unexpected as it was brutal. "Shut your mouth, bitch!" he spat, pulling his sword menacingly from its sheath. "You think we care about your worthless life over our own, huh?"
The air inside the cabin grew thick with tension as the realization of betrayal hung heavily. Marquis Quintia, once a man of authority, now stood on the precipice of danger, surrounded by those he had once trusted. The protection the cabin once offered felt like an illusion, shattered by the very hands that were supposed to defend it.
Marquis Quintia's eyes widened in shock as the once-loyal guards, unchained from their former allegiances, now stood as an unpredictable force, their defiance casting a shadow over the family's precarious situation. The weight of the situation bore down on him as he took a step back, seeking refuge beside his wife and daughter.
Outside the cabin's walls, the dangers of an uncertain world loomed, but within, a new threat had emerged in the form of mutiny. The Marquis, his wife, and daughter exchanged worried glances, realizing that the very protectors they once trusted had become potential adversaries.
Marquis Quintia, his once-authoritative tone replaced by desperation, attempted to salvage control of the escalating situation. "How can you shout at your noble like that, you imbecile?!" Marquis Quintia's voice carried a mix of frustration and disbelief as he confronted the guard who had dared to challenge him.
"You better hold your tongue, bitch!" another guard spat out, brandishing a sword with a menacing glint. "Without money, you are now worthless to us! We don't give a damn about your family! Do you think we are going to play the hero role like Gazef Stronoff? Fuck no!" The guard's words were sharp, slashing through the last vestiges of Marquis Quintia's pride.
The once-mighty noble found himself forced to confront the harsh reality of his diminished status. "Please spare us!" he pleaded, humility replacing the arrogance that had defined him before. His family, once shielded by the prestige of their name, now stood vulnerable before the very guards who were meant to protect them.
"Now that's more like it," the guard declared, a twisted satisfaction in his eyes as he witnessed the downfall of his former master. The balance of power had shifted drastically, and Marquis Quintia, stripped of his noble facade, now faced the bitter truth that in this perilous new world, survival was a currency far more valuable than the wealth and status he once possessed.
"You know..." another guard sneered, his gaze cold and maniacal. "I don't think we're going to last very long. Those pointy-ear bastards are bound to find us soon. This damn forest isn't any different from the one back in their homeland. So, before they banish us to the other world, why don't we have some fun with his wife and daughter, eh?" His sinister suggestion echoed through the confined space, leaving the wife and daughter paralyzed with true despair.
A shiver ran down the wife's spine, and she tightened her grip on her daughter. True despair enveloped them as they comprehended the horror that awaited them. How had these guards transformed into such monsters in a matter of seconds?
"So, what do you say, Master Quintia?" the guard sneered, his tone laced with sadistic anticipation.
"I don't care about them! Just don't hurt me!" Marquis Quintia's desperate plea filled the cabin, a shocking betrayal of familial responsibility that sent shockwaves through his wife and daughter.
"Dear!" his wife cried out, the disbelief and heartbreak evident in her voice. She had never expected such a callous abandonment from her husband. "Please don't abandon us!" she pleaded, wrapping her arms protectively around her daughter, who trembled with fear in her mother's embrace.
In the end, the Marquis was no different than the guards. He was no man or a father, but a coward who would always put his life first and leave his own family behind.
"Hahaha! I knew it. You have always been a filthy bastard. I have escorted you and your son many times to this cabin so you could fuck some prostitutes but this time I'm gonna fuck your wife, hahaha!" a burst of sinister laughter filled the room as the guards turned and approached to capture the Marquis's wife.
Suddenly, something stormed inside the cabin from the window on the second floor, sending shockwaves through the guards. The unexpected intrusion jolted them out of their malicious intent, and the atmosphere in the cabin shifted from hostility to fear. With no time to indulge in their vile desires, the guards swiftly unsheathed their swords, ready to confront the unseen threat.
"What the hell is that?" one guard exclaimed, panic overtaking his earlier confidence.
The urgency in the air prompted a quick decision. "Get up there and see what happened," ordered one of the guards, a hint of fear in his eyes as he gestured towards the second floor.
"Hell no, you go," retorted the other guard, reluctance evident in his voice. The once unified front of the guards now fractured, each hesitant to face the unknown threat that disrupted their vile intentions.
As the tension escalated, the distant sound of footsteps echoed through the cabin, growing louder with every passing moment. The guards exchanged wary glances, realizing that their precarious situation had taken an unexpected turn.
The once unified group of guards found themselves plunged into chaos, each now a master of their own actions. The refusal to heed the Marquis's orders had transformed into a refusal to listen to each other, leaving them scattered in their individual fears and uncertainties.
"Oh, come on now, just because we won't listen to that fool doesn't mean we-" one guard began, his words abruptly silenced as another force stormed in through the window. A guttural scream echoed through the cabin as the guard was seized by an unseen assailant.
"NO! NO!" The desperate cries of the guard filled the room, a chilling symphony of agony. The monstrous entity that had captured him proceeded to mercilessly devour his flesh, the gruesome scene unfolding in front of the horrified onlookers.
"HEEEEELLLPP MEEEE! AAAAAHHHH!" The guard's screams of torment reverberated, sending shivers down the spines of those who bore witness to the gruesome spectacle.
As the monstrous entity continued its gruesome feast, the room fell into a horrified silence, the guards forced to confront a threat far more menacing than any they had anticipated. The echoes of the guard's screams lingered in the air, a stark reminder that the consequences of their actions had taken a horrifying turn beyond their control.
The remaining guards, gripped by fear, found themselves trapped between the horror unfolding within the cabin and the monstrous maids that blocked their escape at the door. Panic spread like wildfire, and the once-authoritative men were now reduced to trembling shadows of their former selves.
Desperation etched on their faces, the guards cast furtive glances around the room, seeking any means of escape. The realization that there was no way out dawned upon them as dread settled in their hearts.
As the guards frantically searched for an exit, the Marquis's family, though terrified, observed with a chilling realization that the monsters were none other than their former maids. The transformation had stripped away their humanity, leaving behind dark grey skin and dagger-like teeth. The maids, once familiar faces, were now ghastly entities driven by an insatiable hunger for flesh.
"Please noooo!" One guard, driven by sheer panic, sprinted towards what seemed like an opening, only to meet a grisly fate. One of the ghoulish maids swiftly swung her sharp-toothed maw, severing the guard's head from his shoulders. The cabin echoed with the sickening sound of the gruesome execution, amplifying the terror that gripped the remaining guards and the Marquis's family.
The maids-turned-ghouls moved with unnatural speed, their movements calculated and relentless as they closed in on their next victims, leaving an air of dread hanging heavily in the ill-fated cabin.
The cabin was now a gruesome tableau of horror as the ghoul maid continued her macabre feast, relishing the taste of the freshly slain guard's flesh. The remaining guard, driven by desperation, attempted to strike the monster with his sword, only to witness it shatter into pieces upon contact with the ghoul's unnatural skin.
Fear gripped the guard as the monster turned towards him, mouth dripping with the remains of her gruesome meal. A chilling silence settled in, broken only by the guard's desperate plea, "Forgive me..." His words were cut short as the ghoul lunged at him, her claws penetrating his eye and skull with a grotesque precision, ending his life in an instant.
The once defiant cries for help now fell silent as the ghouls, driven by an insatiable hunger, mercilessly massacred the guards. The gruesome scene unfolded as the monsters tore into their victims, feasting upon the remains with an unsettling savagery.
Now, only the Marquis, his wife, and his daughter remained, huddled together in sheer terror. The monsters, their former maids, continued their feast as if it were a grotesque banquet, completely indifferent to the suffering and despair that engulfed the cabin. The air hung heavy with the stench of blood and the echoes of the guards' demise, leaving the survivors paralyzed by a nightmarish reality they could never have imagined.
From the shadows of the second floor emerged another figure, a specter from the past that left the Marquis and his family utterly stunned. As the person descended, a hushed gasp escaped their lips, for the face before them bore an uncanny resemblance to their long-lost daughter.
"Cle-Clementine?!" the Marquis stammered, his voice trembling with a mixture of shock and disbelief. It had been more than ten years since they last saw their daughter, and this unexpected encounter felt like a horrific family reunion.
Clementine, wearing a sly smile that hinted at the darkness within, descended the stairs with an air of calculated confidence. "Well, well, well, my intuition wasn't wrong after all. Haha, there is nowhere for you to escape after all," Clementine declared, the once-familiar voice now laced with a sinister undertone.
The desperate plea escaped the Marquis's lips as he sought salvation from the unimaginable horror that surrounded them. "Clementine, my daughter, please save us from this hell," he implored, his voice tinged with a father's anguish.
Clementine responded with a mocking tone, her words laden with bitterness. "My, my, am I the favorite child now?" she asked, a sinister smile playing on her lips. The implication was clear – the family, now faced with the consequences of their biased affection toward their son, felt the weight of their past choices pressing down on them.
"Actually I-" As the Marquis attempted to explain, he was abruptly cut off by a cruel strike. A sharp blade tore into his shoulder, carving a painful path that left him screaming in agony. "GYYYYYAAAAAAHHHHHH!" His cries echoed through the cabin, mingling with the nightmarish ambiance that surrounded them.
The once-respected patriarch of the Quintia family now found himself pinned to the wall, a victim of the horrors that had befallen them. The air hung heavy with the scent of blood, and the family's desperate plea for salvation seemed to fall on deaf ears as their twisted reunion took a darker turn.
Clementine's laughter, cold and bitter, cut through the air as her father writhed in pain. "Hahahaha! I bet you never cared even if I was dead after all these years, father," she taunted, reveling in his suffering.
However, her attention shifted abruptly to her mother and the little girl she was cradling. Confusion crossed Clementine's face as she took in the sight of the blonde-haired child.
"Who is that?" she asked, her voice tinged with genuine confusion.
"That's your sis-sister…" her mother stammered, the revelation hanging in the air.
Clementine's laughter died down as the truth sunk in. "Woah, so you two made another child while I wasn't around? That's crazy! Wow, it feels weird I got to know that I have a little sister. Did you want to replace me or something, haha? I never even got a hug from you, mother," Clementine remarked, her initial confusion giving way to a dark amusement.
The confession of regret hung heavily in the air as Clementine's mother pleaded for mercy. "Listen, Clementine, we know and we regret that we haven't been great parents to you, but please spare us," she implored, her words a desperate plea for forgiveness.
Clementine's response was cold and unforgiving. "Hmm… Nope," she stated flatly, her resolve unyielding.
In an instant, the room was engulfed in a horrifying spectacle as Clementine's blade moved with a lethal precision. She swiftly cut her mother's throat, the act both brutal and efficient. As her mother's life ebbed away, she released her grip on the little girl, collapsing onto the floor in a pool of her own blood.
Clementine's mother convulsed in her final moments, choked by the weight of her actions. The room bore witness to the aftermath of a family torn apart by betrayal and resentment, the cabin now echoing with the haunting silence that followed the cruel demise of another member. The little girl, left to witness the horrors, stood frozen in a nightmare that seemed to have no end.
The room became a chilling tableau as Clementine turned her attention to her little sister. The blade stained with her mother's blood pointed at the terrified girl. "What's your name, sunshine?" Clementine inquired with a dark smile.
"E-Emilia," came the hesitant reply. Emilia, shocked by the sudden revelation of an elder sister her parents never mentioned, stood frozen in fear.
"Ah, little sister Emilia, I wonder what to do with you, hmm… Killing you right now is the best option but… being a 'One-chan' is making me feel excited, kukuku~," Clementine mused, her words dripping with a disturbing mix of sadistic pleasure and contemplation.
Emilia, paralyzed by fear, could only gaze at her newfound sister in terror. The atmosphere thickened with an ominous tension as Clementine contemplated the fate of the youngest member of the family.
"Now I will show how we make our father suffer all night, hahaha!" Clementine laughed, her laughter echoing like a sinister melody. Emilia, now a pawn in her sister's macabre game, could only brace herself for the horrors that awaited her.
As the night wore on, Master Quintia's agonized screams pierced the stillness, reaching the depths of the forest and staining the air with a palpable sense of dread. The tortured symphony continued until morning, the relentless torment only ceasing when Clementine deemed her satisfaction fulfilled, leaving behind a family shattered by the horrors they had inflicted upon each other.