Finally, the second part is here. I do apologise for the delay, personal life can get to you hard sometimes. Anyways, it is here as I said, and I hope you like it. :)
Next and probably final part will take a little longer. That being, its the big event. The return of the Myrmidons! But not what you think you believe. (See end of Chapter for more notes.)
Chapter 10 - Resurrection (II)
Dusk, South gate.
The setting sun signifies the end of the day and the coming of night. The last vestiges of townsfolk were passing through the east gate; some returned from their day in the woods as hunters or woodsmen and others from their hard work at the pier. Free for the rest of the day, they could, at last, relax, have drinks and banter with friends and relish in their sexual satisfaction.
Standing at either side of the gate were the two guards; the same ones Nero passed by. Both observed the entourage of returning people, analysing them for any threats.
Though, they didn't seem to be taking their job seriously. Given their annoyed expressions.
"Why are we even out here on guard duty?" the first guard grumbled. "Don't we have something better to do?"
"Unfortunately not, according to Almira." responded the second guard, and even he was just as annoyed as his colleague.
"Fucking Almira. She just wants all the young holes to herself."
"Tell me bout it. Heard she just acquired a new one and is gonna give that unfortunate sleeve a true fucking."
"Blah, bloody Almira. Not a single room for any of us."
They stood at their posts moping bout their losses. A few minutes had passed and the number of people coming in had significantly reduced. Yet, they seemingly stopped performing their duty altogether. Resorting to just talking about the sex slaves they've fucked and how each felt, but that seems to have bored them too.
Just as they were going to walk through the gates themselves, something down the road caught their eye. The first guard took a couple of steps to get a better look whilst the other used his free hand to focus his vision. They spotted what seem to be a small organised column of what looked to be short, unattractive creatures heading towards the gate. It seemed as the column got closer that they seem to be singing.
"Lah! Lah-Lah-Lah! Lah! Lah-Lah-Lah-Lah-Lah-Lah! Lah! Lah-Lah-Lah! Lah! Lah-Lah-Lah-Lah-Lah-Lah!"
"Wh-who are they?"
"Think those are our goblins. You know the ones that went off on their own thing?"
"I can see that, but don't they look…different?"
"Ehh…don't look any different to me."
"They're brown."
"All goblins are brown, since when were you so…uptight, Gerald?"
"I'm not uptight."
The column of Browns had approached them.
"Welcome you lot." the first guard greeted them. "Hope you had fun, with whatever you did."
The leading Brown saluted in response.
"Where have you run off to anyways?" the second guard asked the Brown leader.
The Minion leader shrugged.
"Humph, I expected as much from you snotty lot. You can go on, though Almira would like to hear from you guys."
"The Minion leader saluted again and with a single shout, he and his entourage of Minions marched forward.
"Have they ever been this organised?" asked the first guard. The second one sighed.
"I don't know. I don't get paid enough coin or pussy and you know it."
"True."
Nighttime.
Night has come; its arrival brings forth the pale moon and eternal sky. Judas' shops and foundries closed up for the night and its streets were barely populated. Yet despite the voidness of the streets, the sexual depravity of early afternoon has seemingly moved to the confinements of people's homes. A good look through an open window is only required to see its continued shamefulness.
The depraved cacophony of carnal pleasures, the shadowed movements of their fornication. All to see and hear. Even the night was not safe from the debauchery. Even the sentries; who were charged with guarding the walls and town were partaking in their own couplings - either in empty alleyways. Inside towers or to some private area known to them.
Despite the shamelessness of it all at least they were distracted, making it easier for the disguised Browns to enact their parts.
The Browns-in-disguised stationed themselves across the wall overlooking the pier, allowing the Overlord - clad in his armour once again - and his force of Minions to approach the wall with no problem. Once they were close, the Browns on the walls began throwing down ropes for the other Minions to scale the walls. Meanwhile, Nero was helping another contingent of Minions - mainly Blues - in opening the storm drain. They would be infiltrating the town through its drainage system.
"I honestly don't understand why everyone but the Blues can't swim," Nero questioned Gnarl. "Is it like a fear or something?"
"In a way, yes," Gnarl replied through his helmet. "Though there's a bit more to it than that, sire. Remember the story of the First Minion?"
"Yes, you were telling me this days ago."
"He died whilst attempting to teach himself how to swim."
"...Did he just drown or something?"
"No, his own head exploded."
"Good Goddess…"
"I know, sire. It was a real mess of things. Entertaining, but all so messy."
"And I try teaching you how to swim, will your heads explode?"
"Positively, sire!"
The Seventh Overlord groaned. There go his plans of teaching them how to swim.
"Cheer up, sire. It's not like we needed it anyways. The First Minion proved that."
"Yeah… by dying," Nero mumbled stingingly.
It didn't take long for the Blues to finally finish cutting through the grates. With the way cleared the Blues could begin entering the drainage system.
"Right, get going you lot. Puddles, make sure you lead them to the main entrance of the storm drain."
"Yes! Master!" The Blue named Puddled saluted and went into the drain. With the Blues taken care of, Nero could join the other Minions in scaling the walls. Once reaching the top, he was helped up by two of the Minions-in-disguised.
"You sure you don't want to come along?" Nero asked Gnarl. "It'll be quite a good show."
"I'm perfectly fine, sire, I'm more comfortably suited watching your evilness in the comfort of my cupboard."
"Wait… you're in a cupboard?"
"That I am, sir. There wasn't anywhere most comfortable and your throne is vastly off limits! So I've settled down in this quaint cupboard. Plenty of space, and mice to snack on. I'll still be watching you enact your evilness, Dark Master."
"I see. If you say so, Gnarl-"
Abruptly, a door to Nero's right swung wide open and a middle-aged man adorning the Black Dog uniform emerged. He paused - hand still on the door - as both humans stared at one another in confusion and surprise.
"Wha-?"
*Thwack!*
He didn't get a chance to fully express his surprise as one of the Browns-in-disguised swiftly bludgeoned the dog with a hammer. What followed next was a multitude of dressed-up Browns clobbering the man to death.
"...that…was something… "
"Dog dead! Dead! Dead! Dead!" the Minion with the hammer excitedly exclaimed.
"Yes he is, Pondly, yes he is. "
Slums, Judas
A derelict and dirty street was what greeted the young overlord's eyes as he came down the wall. Careful scrutiny of his environment - noting the tight walkways and alleys and the deteriorating buildings - confirmed his thoughts that he was in the slums.
The worst place to be for practically everything from poor health to theft and ambushes.
"The worst place to be in," Nero muttered. "Better than ending up in the red-light district."
He glanced over his shoulder, watching his Minions walking down the stone stairs. A quick head count reveals about 50 Minions were currently at his command. The others; 30 that are the Blues were navigating the drainage system whilst 20 were the Minions-in-disguised.
A further 200 more Minions were outside the perimeter of the town as reinforcements just in case things go south.
"Now that you're back inside again, sire. It's best that you quickly make your way to the town square."
"Where we'll draw them out and slaughter them over the ritual circle." Nero finished.
It is the requirement that they need to meet in order to bring back the Myrmidons. According to the book, they must draw the ritual circle in a strategically important location; which would be places like the town hall, barracks or the town centre as Nero had chosen.
Bloodshed in battle; the blood of warriors is the main requirement for the ritual to work. This will bring the Myrmidons back as long as they fulfil the requirements. Failure to do so can lead to some undesirable consequences.
"Which is why we must hurry, sire."
"Noted."
With that, Nero commanded the Minions to move forward to the town centre. Due to the tightness of the streets, they could only move in a line of two to three Minions and with Nero in the centre of the line.
"It is best that you stick close to the shadows, sire" Gnarl suggested. "That way you avoid being detected."
"We'll see if we can, Gnarl."
It didn't take long till they reached one of 'those' alleyways; the same kind where sexual activities seemingly transpire. Apart from the lingering smell, the alleyway wasn't as long as the one where Nero met that minotauress, though this one leads to a much wider street on the other side.
Now, this is a nice development, and further speeds up the plan, though the obstacle to it is the uncaring, loud moans of a rutting male and female. His eye twitched in annoyance, face morphing into that disgust.
Of all the things… Perhaps it's best that he doesn't question it anymore. It'll drive him mad.
Motioning for the Minions to remain where they are, he carefully crept towards the unaware animals. His movements were slow and cautious as possible to prevent any sound made from his armour. This wouldn't matter with how loud they're screaming their heads off; much to his growing annoyance, but he wishes to be careful about it.
*Slap!*
"Shit-eating bitch!"
*Slap!*
One slow step, and then another. He crept ever closer to them.
"You're just a tree-loving prostitute that likes to ass-rape your own half-breed daughter!"
His hand slowly wrapped around the handle of his Xiphos. He drew it slowly from its scabbard..
"You like that don't you!"
A symphony of slaps and moans followed.
He was within striking distance now. Short-sword in hand raised to strike.
"Big-ass knife ear! It's like your ass is trying to eat my dick! I can't wait for me and the boys to completely destroy this worthless hole-!"
"Sadly you won't be a part of it." Nero coldly stated.
The man's head swiftly turned around and the only thing he saw was the sharp end of Nero's Xiphos stabbing into between his eyes.
The man's life ended just like that.
Forcibly Nero ripped the blade from the corpse's head and its body simply fell forward onto the elf woman below.
"U-ugh…w-what? Wh-y did you s-top?" she breathed. The sudden pause in the rutting seem to have awoken her from her high heaven state…well, it sort of did. A hand reached to the body on top of her and began shaking it. "Come on~ I still haven't cum yet~! Come on, I know you are not tired yet~!"
"Sire, I hate to inform you this woman is a lost cause," Gnarl spoke. "Quite lost indeed."
Nero didn't respond back, choosing to stare at the increasingly distressed elf woman. Does she not realise that the man on top of her is dead?
"Hurry up! Please!" her hips swing upwards pathetically. A desperate yet angered look on her face. "I want to cum! I want to cum! I want to cum! I want to cum! YOU FUCKING USELESS PIECE OF SHIT! YOU RETARDED LIMP-DICK FAGGARD! A FUCKING CHILD CAN DO BETTER THAN YOU! MY DAUGHTER CAN DO BETTER THAN YOU! WORTHLESS! PATHETIC-!"
"As I said, sire. A lost cause. You should just leave her and move on."
Instead of snarking back, Nero approached the woman and with the butt of his Xiphos handle, he knocked her out cold.
"..."
"Sire, I'm sure you're beginning to understand that not everyone can be saved. Vult's poison has seeped deep. It'll be a miracle if there are any sane people left."
"...Let's go."
And so they continued forward, leaving the dead man and unconscious woman behind.
If they had stayed a little longer, perhaps even for two minutes, Nero would have caught a lone Black Dog walking into the alleyway. If Nero was there, he would have killed the man; his mood was dampened by the degeneracy of Vult's empire. That, however, would never happen. This lone man would discover the body of his dead comrade and he would run, heading in the direction of the red light district, where a certain minotauress was leisure.
With Nero
"Ugh!"
"Aughk!"
"Gah!"
One after the other, corpses of Black Dogs fell onto the streets, crimson streaks coursing through cobblestones. No ounce of mercy was given. Mercy has dried up. Nero and his Minions cut down every Black Dog in sight as they made their way towards the barracks.
It didn't take long before they would reach the barracks. Taking cover in a nearby empty alleyway, he sneaked a glance out of its corner. The gates of the barracks seemed to be unguarded, rather the doors themselves were left wide open. A bizarre sight to witness who in their right mind would just leave the door open like that?
"Well, sire, this may be easier than expected."
"Gnarl, never ever say those words again."
His eyes shifted to the two watch towers and his growing bewilderment found them unoccupied. They're just taking their leisure too seriously.
Turning his head to the Minions behind him, he motioned for them to move forward. They immediately complied and soon swarmed out of the alleyway to the opened gate. The Minions didn't even meet any form of resistance, apart from that one guy that stepped out of that toilet house but other than that they practically took the courtyard.
Passing through the gates, Nero examined the new area before him. The clearing was fairly large with plenty of space to manoeuvre and fight in. a well was present near the edge of the clearing. Further from the clearing were a plethora of structures; a number of soldier quarters, a large stable, a small blacksmith building and a large shed.
"Fairly large this place is."
"That it would seem, and fairly abandoned too."
"Abandoned, sire?"
"It's only a guess, but I believe the barracks are unoccupied. How else would they leave the front door open and lack any guards around? They've become careless."
"Blah! That's just plain irresponsibility, sire! Such habits are not acceptable, especially to us Minions."
"They'll get their punishment in due time, but first we must make sure that this place is truly empty."
Nero then ordered Pondly and a Green Minion by the name of Cutter to begin searching the barracks for any remaining Black Dogs and eliminate them. As they went off to perform their assigned task, to Nero's bewilderment and surprise a bunch of Blues were clambering out of the well.
"Rotgill? How-why are you guys coming out of the well? The well shouldn't be connected to the drain."
The Blue Minion named Rotgill went up and saluted him.
"There's hole in the wall, master. We walked through it and got to here."
"...there is a hole in the storm drain?"
"Yes, master!"
"A hole into the place where there should be drinking water?"
"Yes!"
Nero massaged his forehead, feeling another headache rising. "...yeah, they've definitely been lazy. How could they not tell that their water tastes like shit?"
This is becoming more and more ridiculous. Is sex all that these people know? Poor Nero could only imagine the amount of paperwork that'll await him once he takes over this town. If, he considers it. He is considering burning the town more and more with each revelation.
"Master! Master!" a Brown cried out to him, pointing towards a large shed they've just opened. "We found weapons! And barrels of weird powder!"
Weird powder? He raised an eyebrow, though his mind had reached a conclusive answer as to what Quartz the Brown is referring to. He made his way towards the Brown Minion. His suspicions were soon confirmed by what he had found.
"Gunpowder," Nero stated. He reached in, plucking a heavy rifle from it. "And a handful of arquebus here too. Not exactly muskets but…"
He pondered.
"A plan in your mind, sire?"
"Why I believe so…"
And so he explained his plan to Gnarl. By the end of the explanation, the old Minion was grinning.
"Well sire, that's one way of disturbing the hornet's nest."
"We need sacrifices…" Nero clicked his teeth at the word. "And if this is the method required to get them here then we'll do it."
"Most astounding of ideas, sire."
"Right."
And so, Nero set about his Minions to gather the barrels of Gunpowder and haul them to one of the barrack buildings. He also got his Minions to arm themselves with the weapons inside the shed. Including the arquebus'.
"They know how to use them?" Nero asked Gnarl. "That's a surprise."
"You can also teach them how to fight in a preferred style."
"Sounds interesting, but I have other ideas for you guys, and it's not teaching you the ways of the Phalanx. Have them occupy the towers. If they run out… I don't know… they can use them as clubs."
"Master!" a Red ran up to him taking Nero by surprise.
"What is it…umm…"
"That is Chimney, sire."
"Chimney! What is it?"
"We found Dogs! Dogs! And Woman with them!" Chimney pointed to the stables.
"What? Where?"
"Stables, Master! Come! Hurry to Stables!"
Stables
"Let go of me! Bastards! Get your filthy hands off-!"
*Slap!*
A resounding slap conjoined with the pained cry of a young woman echoed the stable air.
"Shut up, cocksleeve."
"Bastards! I'LL-!"
*Thack!*
"Slaves don't talk. You're nothing but a sleeve for us to use and throw."
"We bought you at a good price! You better be worth every damn penny we spent!"
The bounded woman heartedly glared at her captors; who were nothing but amused of her defiance. Despite being slapped and punched multiple times, she was unwilling to yield to them, to bow down to them.
Her unyielding defiance is probably why her captors bought her at a high price. There was an unrestrained desire in their eyes to see her break, to see her become like the many women of this accursed empire.
She scoffed. She will not break. She will not falter.
"Oh she's a feisty one alright." commented one of the Captors amusingly. "Eyes are…well something."
"This will surely be fun" Spoke another. "It'll be much fun making those eyes look something more sluttier."
"50 gold coins for making them change looks."
"Oh, you're on!"
"Should we cut her bonds?"
"Are you crazy? She'll probably try and kill us!"
"Stop your whining! You worry too much." Spoke a Captor with a red band on his arm. He was the leader of this group.
"Besides, to make things more fun," The leader reached over and presented a bucket filled with an aromatic yet pungent liquid. "We'll be feeding her this."
"Isn't that the new drug that they've introduced?"
"Yep. With this, she'll be broken in, in no time."
The woman growled.
"Awhhh, how cute, don't worry sweetie," The leader spoke to her with a sickening, assuring tone. "You're gonna love this and us from now on. Hold her down."
His subordinates complied and soon their greasy hands held her down. One took advantage to hold her down by her own breasts. Another forced her mouth wide open only to drop a disgusting slob of spit into her mouth much to the woman's disgust.
With cruel perversion, the leader slowly approached the struggling woman. For added callousness, he gently swayed the bucket, reminding the struggling elf of her impending fate.
It was advised by their doctor that three cups of the drugs are the recommended amount. However, he'll completely disregard their warnings. He just wants her to writhe in pain and pleasure.
It makes for a more joyful experience.
She thrashed about yet couldn't break free from her captor's grip. Her shouting became louder. Her movements became more rampant. Desperation overwhelmed her mind.
The leader looked over at her. His cruel grin threatened to split his face and his body shivered in anticipation and excitement. He raised the bucket-.
*Bang!*
The loud sound of a stable door being flung from its hinges and crashing onto the ground took them by complete surprise.
The enslavers all turned to the entrance with frowns upon their faces. Their minds produced snark and indignant words, ready to be loaded upon their lips and fired at the perpetrator.
But alas the conjured words loaded upon their lips simply slipped from them.
The air suddenly felt colder. They froze; their bodies shuddered and their hearts clenched. Even the woman ceased her thrashing, albeit she wasn't as affected as her captors were. With a strange morbid curiosity, she raised her head, staring in the same direction as her captors.
She now wished she didn't.
Cold dark red eyes glare indignantly at them. Eyes full of hatred and spite; not to her of course but to her captors, those perverted souls who were going to have their way with her.
These eyes placed upon a figure clad in the blackest of armours. In its right hand is a dark, fiery crimson blade that emulates the same rage in its eyes.
Those same eyes; full of spiteful wrath seemingly deemed them - her captors - guilty. Without trial nor lenience. She believed she too was guilty, just for being there with these animals.
There was fear yes. No doubt a part of her desires nothing more than to run. Yet, there was a conflicting feeling within her. An emotion that seems to oppose her dread.
Awe.
Awe and reverence to the armoured warrior before her.
That part of her was screaming at her that he was. She found herself quite baffled at this feeling, yet couldn't conclude as to why.
"W-w-w-what do you want!?" one of the captors demanded.
Laughable. They're trying to put up a strong act yet they're pissing themselves.
The armoured figure didn't respond with a single word. Instead, it allowed its actions to speak for it. It was sudden. They all could barely follow it. For the Black Dogs, only air and blurred colour were what they saw. For herself, she faired better, to some degree. She glimpsed the figure ripping a spear from the grip of some Brown thing beside it and then witnessed the being hurling the spear like a catapult.
She barely saw it. It was just too fast, but she did feel it. She felt it sail over her head, briefly feeling the wind distorted and pushed around the projectile. What followed was a scream and crashing sounds. Her head freed, she tilted her head up and though her vision was flipped, she could clearly make out the one who held her head and spitted in her mouth impaled through the heart and skewered onto a wooden column.
Cries of terror, shock and anger echoed from the mouths of the remaining dogs. They stood upon their legs, arming themselves with their weapons. But alas, they were slow, their speed to scramble to their feet was laughable. It was nothing compared to the swiftness displayed by the instigator.
The skewering of that lone dog also acted as a signal to the creatures behind him. With excited cheers, they surged forward, falling upon the ill-prepared Black Dogs - apart from the leader.
His compatriots could only scream as the creatures swamped them; stabbing and clubbing them with unimaginable frenzy.
The leader shook fearfully. Around him, his men wailed in pain and fear. He could hear them - see them dying brutal deaths.
He just-he just-!
Alas, he would not be given respite to recollect himself. Wasting little time, Nero marched to the fear-struck dog and relieved his head from his body with a single swing from Surtr.
The head fell, bouncing next to the still-bounded woman, who immediately scooted away from the ghastly sight.
Silence - for the most part - soon claimed the stables.
"What utter animals…" a deep voice emitted from the armoured figure. It sheathed its sword, its flames have since died. "Good riddance."
He paused in his action, hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"...Zap."
"Yes, mastah!" A Blue Minion answered.
"Return to the courtyard. We are done here."
"Yes, mastee!"
Zap and the other Minions began returning to the courtyard, though not before looting the corpses for valuable items.
"Sire! What about lady?" a Green Minion asked him, to which he cast a sideward glance at the woman; who paused in her vain efforts of undoing her bindings and stared at the armoured figure. Frightened as she was right now - and Nero couldn't blame her for acting this way - his next words seemed to relieve her of some of that fear.
"...Cut her loose."
She paused; eyes blinking a couple of times in disbelief. She was soon free from her bonds by the Green. On instinct as soon as she was freed she scooted a couple of inches from them.
"W-w-who-what are you?!" demanded the woman, glaring intensively at them. Though unfazed by the glare, he has to admit that those eyes could be very intimidating. Did she always have such eyes? He will never know.
"I'm not here to hurt you."
"I said WHO are you!?"
"He the master! He The Overlord!" it was the Green who answered her question.
"Rags," Nero sighed. "I'm trying to talk."
"Overlord? So you're a king?"
"Something like that, though in my case it's something much more, that isn't important right now." the figure glanced around the stables before returning to the woman. "You will have to remain here. The enemy will be swarming the courtyard in a few minutes."
"So you're not aligned with the dogs?"
"Never."
"How do I know that I can trust you?" asked the woman. "How do I know you aren't pretending?"
"Cause I will never stoop to their level." Nero would then remove his helmet, revealing his scornful look to the woman. "I would rather see them dead than be like them. They have taken all that I cared and fought for away from me and I won't stop till justice is delivered."
"Heh," the woman chuckled. "Guess that makes us the same in some way."
"You also avenging someone?"
She didn't respond. Her silence was all that Nero needed to know.
"Y-you don't have to tell me. I understand your plight. What is your name?"
"Neia Baraja."
"Nice to meet you, Neia. I'm Nero Argyros."
"Nice to meet you, Nero."
"Will you be fine here? I'll be sure to lock the stable doors."
"U-um…you may have…"
She pointed to the partially destroyed stable doors.
"Oh…well that's gonna be a problem."
"Mastah! Mastah!" a Brown Minion exclaimed, running up to them. "Circle ready!"
Nero nodded. He then turns to address Neia.
"Well...We'll just have to quickly find you a place to hide."
With that, the young Overlord helped the young woman up and escorted her out of the stables.
END
Now I hope you enjoyed that, and are now anticipating the next part.
Yes, I have added Neia Baraja from Overlord into the story. Reason being, for who she is as a character, she's a perfect addition. Anyways, hope you like it, have any questions or wanna share you're thoughts be sure to leave a review! Till next time.