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Warning, this chapter will contain blood, gore, suggestive themes, minor sexual content, mentions of rape, misogynistic slurs, and strong language!
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Chapter 5
End Of A Dystopia
In the fullness of time, he thought it would never be possible. A quiet room, a good place for mediating power arts in sorcery and magic. That was what he desired at this moment.
Unfortunately for him, good things can't last for that long. Ah, even Fate can be cruel sometimes. Alas, there was nothing he could do about it.
Standing in the bookroom, there was a young man, presumably around his early to mid-twenties, he had light-brown wavy hair, and his right hand came up to adjust his glasses around the fifth or sixth time today. He had a dark blue cloak, wrapped around his shoulders and he wore a mage outfit underneath which matched the same colors as his cloak.
Kin sighed to himself as he realized his meditation was interrupted once more. He looked at the communication stone, glowing a light blue on his table for researching the mystical magic of dark elves and other known creatures in the land of Eostia.
He already knew who was attempting to communicate with him.
"Hmmm, wonder what that blasted minister wants."
Grabbing the communication stone in his right hand, Kin activates the stone with a spell incantation, coming face to face with the Prime minister himself.
"Lord Beastly, how can I aid in your service today?" Kin inquired calmly.
"Boy! Where is your commander, Vault?! I must speak with him at this very moment!" Beastly shouted angrily with an annoyed expression.
"Nice to see you as well, Your Highness. It is certainly a nice day outside."
Beastly snarled in anger. "Bah! Don't test my patience, boy! I am not going to ask again! Where is your blasted commander?! Where is Vault?!" Beastly demanded to know as Kin adjusted his glasses, appearing nonchalant when it came to the minister's attitude.
"Lord Vault had just left a few hours ago, on his way to pick up supplies from one of the nearest villages. Sir Hicks went to accompany him there to meet up with one of the nobles from Ansur." Kin calmly said as he opened up an old book that was all about the subjects of magic and witchcraft.
Another curse word was heard in Kin's ears as the Prime Minister began to have another fit in his quarters.
Kin raised a brow in response. "Is something the matter, Lord Beastly?" The young mage inquired calmly, not taking his eyes off his book.
Beastly snarled in response. "Yes, in fact, there is something wrong, boy. It's about my precious kingdom, Feoh."
"What about your kingdom, Lord Beastly? If I could recall, it was captured flawlessly, due to those dull-witted decisions of the Princess. As well, you did tip the Kuroinu Army to help bomb the bridge by allowing us to reign supreme over it."
"Yes, I do remember that correctly. Unfortunately, my kingdom has been breached by an unknown enemy."
"An unknown enemy? But whom? Certainly not those harlots from The Goddess' line of "warriors." At best, it couldn't be those blasted rebels, cowering from us."
"That's what I thought at first, but a concubine of mine alerted me that it might be a demon of sorts. Presumably, a summon from The Goddess herself."
That immediately caught Kin's attention as his eyes narrowed intensely at the glowy aura of the communication stone.
"Impossible… And all this came from a harlot of all sources?" Kin inquired.
Beastly nodded his head, confirming the mage's question. "Yes, supposedly, she assumes this is the Goddess' doing."
That was quite an interesting topic. Kin placed his right hand on his chin, becoming intrigued by the matter. "The Goddess of Ken… using the dark magic of all subjects? This means she must be quite desperate to have someone manage her battles for her." Kin jokingly mocks the irregular choices of the Goddess.
For once, Beastly couldn't help but agree with the brown-haired mage. "Indeed. That's why I need your help to figure out what kind of damn sorcery this is."
"It sure is an interesting theory. Surely, there could be any type of intruder here." Kin continued to read his book, not paying attention to the old minister behind the stone.
Beastly was beginning to grow impatient with the young mage. "Damn it, Kin! You told me that nothing would go wrong in the process! That you and Vault would make sure that the kingdom wouldn't be noticed by unknown intruders or the meddling of that damn Goddess!"
"Why are you so worried anyway? Besides, in case he isn't affiliated with the Goddess or the Seven Shield Alliance, he could prove to be worthy as a future ally to us." Kin assumes the mystery behind the unknown intruder.
"Maybe we can convince this intruder of the wonders of our plan for Vault's new Empire," Kin suggested as a hypothetical idea. "After all, if he is a man, he can't resist the pleasures coming from a woman."
"Tch, fine! We'll see soon enough! Hopefully, I'll hear from you and Vault again soon. Otherwise, our plans to conquer Eostia would all be for nothing!"
"I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, do watch your temper, your highness. You'll give yourself a heart attack if you continue to do so." Kin remarked that a sarcastic note could be hinted at in his tone of voice.
Beastly gave one final snarl before the conversation could end. "Tch, damn brat! No respect for your elders!"
Right as the communication ended, Kin sighed to himself, closing his book in the process. This was becoming problematic for him. At the same time, this was intriguing for him. Interesting to say the least. If what that foolish Minister was saying was true, then, that means there was a wild card perhaps. Someone wasn't a part of the Shield Alliance or the proud Knights from the other Kingdoms.
What could this mean? What was the meaning behind it? Kin had a lot of questions about the presence of this mysterious being. But alas, all of that could be saved for him discovering the next day he supposes.
He knew one thing for sure.
Vault was not going to be happy with this. He can already picture the outrage once he gave him the bad news.
This was going to be a conversation he wished he could avoid.
"Ah yes~."
In the main building, around the minister, Mistiora Arte lay in the bedroom, exposing her nude physique, currently being satisfied by one of the proud nobles of Feoh. Moans and grunts could be heard through the door.
Mistiora was lying in bed naked as she felt one of the nobles thrusting into her womanhood, filled with pleasure.
"Ah, keep going~."
"I'm almost there…" Cried the noble as he continued to thrust himself against the dark elf's womanhood.
"Please don't stop," Mistiora begged.
With one final thrust, both members ended with a powerful climax, getting their rocks off each other. Mistiora, filled with sweat, delivered a passionate smile to the noble as they began to lie in bed together.
The noble sends one more passionate kiss to the white-haired elf, before drifting off into sleep, leaving Mistiora the only one awake in the bedroom. This was pretty much Mistiora's role in the kingdoms of Eostia.
She was the whore Princess after all.
Looking down at her chest, there was a tattoo, with these odd symbols across her fingers gently traced the magic rune as she remembered this as the last act of protection she earned after her failed ritual, preventing her from baring someone's child.
"Well, that took a lot from me," Mistiora complained as she began getting dressed in her provocative attire.
Mistiora walked out of the bedroom quietly without disrupting the noble's rest as she ignored the wet stains on her panties, making her way to the alcohol cabinets. That was a hassle to deal with.
Going to one of the liquor cabinets, Mistiora grabbed one of the wine bottles and poured the red liquid into it. Her work did take a lot from her so she deserved to have a drink once in a while.
She took a sip of the wine, allowing her troubles to go away, letting out a long sigh in the process.
'How long has it been since I've been reduced to nothing but a harlot to these men…' Mistiora reflected as she took another sip from her glass and began to walk to the balcony, taking in the scenery of the twilight skies.
"That foolish minister… Didn't believe a word I said." Mistiora cursed out his mindless judgment.
"That man will face an inescapable demise. In the hands of that masked demon."
The Dark Messiah… Mistiora remembers the alias she had given to this man. That was if he was a man. The mystery behind that figure did offer the dark-elf concubine a sense of curiosity, wondering if her predictions were correct.
She wished her old friend Olga was here. Her former Queen would have figured out what his existence meant here.
Those damn mercenary bastards! They forced her Queen and her handmaiden to become slaves, with no freedom whatsoever. Mistiora cursed at those thoughts alone. This world was filled with only pleasure and debauchery, beautiful women were just tools and nothing more but a brothel for these deviants, enjoying their deluded fantasies to their own.
Her previous master, King Darius was seduced by her beauty and charm. She was his prized possession after all. The king wasn't that all of an attractive man but he had his uses. He had given her more freedom, compared to his other concubines he owned in his past life.
At least that's what she originally thought, before her King sent her to the kingdom of Feoh for more delight to his friends, as a token to untie the kingdoms together after a month with the war against The Black Dogs started.
So it was clear from the start that she would be one of the few women, selected from the Kingdom of Eldonia to partake in further subjugation.
Still, she'll forget her old companions, before she became a prostitute to these treacherous men.
'My dear Queen Olga, I hope you are safe somewhere. You and Lady Chloe during these tragic times in the war."
Mistiora pours another glass of red wine, attempting to forget the times she spent with her previous master and friends from the dark lands.
However, that man… That man she remembers seeing in her glass ball. She felt his anger, his passion when it came to causing chaos, and nothing more but a wolf in sheep's clothing.
It'd simply made Mistiora more alluring to his presence as a small smile formed on her expression.
'Interesting… I wonder if he needs a mistress for his own delights…' Mistiora thought to herself as lustful thoughts began to take her over.
Mistiora realized that she was right on the clock. She had her next client to please.
First things first. She'd better change into clean clothes.
And a clean shower for the matter.
Another orc fell dead, courtesy of the crimson-glowing saber of death.
Outside of the barren wastelands of the Gothic church, Vader began making his way to the Minister's palace.
He remembered the demanding request from that amateurish girl from the tavern. It was clear that she and her other Shield companions couldn't handle the situation on their own.
It was truly pitiful from his point of view.
The Force was with him at this moment and it reflected on him the moment he first used it on this world to slaughter those abnormal nuisances from the forest.
At the end of the day, Vader knew what needed to be done. There wouldn't be a repeat of his last life in the Galaxy.
The question was, once he did kill the minister, freeing this kingdom, how many men would be after him? It would no doubt alert the other adversaries from the other regions. That noble girl from the tavern did make an excellent point about that. But Vader didn't care if his actions would have consequences. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty once more.
Vader knew his presence was enough to trigger an alarm once he rebelled against the scum of this world. That wasn't a surprise of course.
The men he was currently facing were nothing but parasites, urging the former Sith Lord to give in to his hatred. Allowing the raw power of the Dark Side to be demonstrated in many brutal manners. In ways he had never achieved when he was a former Supreme Commander on the Death Star but that was due to having more honor in his code.
Even the rebels Vader slaughtered over the years had proven to be noble, fighting to rebel against the oppressive Empire. So the Fallen Jedi Knight had a sense of their goals.
These men… these dogs were the complete opposite of that.
To rape every woman and to kill any of their loved ones, such as their spouses… This was even beyond his past treason. How he loathes it. To subjugate every woman to be nothing but a plaything to this scum was what brought his wrath to a higher level.
Vader hated slavery with a burning passion. He was going to change that. He vowed to kill every slaver, every owner, everyone who enjoyed breaking these women into brainwashed wenches.
Not anymore. The time of this slavery would come to an end. He was going to burn this kingdom down to the ground, starting a new age of freedom for all the inhabitants here.
It wasn't just the men and hunters that rubbed Vader the wrong way but the supposed leaders here as well.
The Goddess and her so-called Shield companions. Fools they were. It brought the former Sith Lord reminiscing of the old ways of The Jedi Order. Hypocrites they were. Nothing but short of corruption due to falling into their amoral teachings and believing they were infallible. They were supposed to follow the "Will of The Force," yet, they didn't.
It's the same set of affairs here. That foolish girl, the Princess of Feoh. She was a perfect example of that.
When it came to her bad decisions, led to more people suffering, and falling into further subjugation. While Vader did feel sorry for her fate, it still didn't excuse her poor judgment and choices on the matter.
"It would seem I have just arrived before these circumstances could worsen," Vader spoke to himself as he could sense a disturbance just nearby.
Sensing in the distance, large structures with flags stood on top, resembling some kind of palace of some sort.
This is where the Minister was hiding.
With a casual but powerful Force Push, Vader, with one hand, sent the entrance door, destroying the gateway completely. The former Sith Apprentice continued to walk inside the destroyed entrance, already knowing he had alerted the authorities in this palace.
"HEY! WHO ARE YOU?! HOW DID YOU GET IN THIS PALACE?!" Screamed one of the palace guards.
Not having time to answer any pointless questions, Vader outstretched his right hand, silencing the guard with a Force Choke, killing the man in a quick second as the sound of a neck being cracked, accompanied by a loud thud was heard in the former Sith Lord's ears.
There were six men left, who stood frozen in fear, unsure of what their next choice would be. The figure in black continued to walk menacingly as the loud breathing coming from his mask continued to alarm their ears and each of them had a hard time grasping their weapons.
"Ha-Halt! In the name of Lo-Lord Beastly… Y-You a-are hereby b-being arrested… by t-treason a-and tr-trespassing!" The second guard stuttered out of fear.
"Khooh Phuur."
The men were getting shivers as the air felt heavy around them. "Su-Surrender when you can O-Or else!"
Just then, the man felt his head being rotated to the other side. The other guards watched in horror as their commander's head was twisted in one-eighty. Their eyes narrowed on the masked man's gesture, stretching out his black-gloved right hand.
"Would anyone else care to step up?" The masked Force User joked.
"For the Country!" Screamed one of the guards, raising their spears to combat the masked intruder in their palace. All the guards in the palace shared a roar, repeating the same words over again as they began to charge at the masked user of The Force.
Hmph, of course, it wouldn't be this easy now.
Grabbing his lightsaber, the fallen Jedi Knight ignited the glowing red blade of death, bringing the weapon upwards in a slashing motion, severing one of the guard's heads. The third guard attempted to get a strike from behind the former Sith Lord's back. Before he could get a chance, the burning blade was buried in the third guard's chest as he let out an agonizing scream, dropping his spear on the ground.
Taking the lightsaber out of the guard's chest as his body fell lifeless on the ground, Vader grabbed the fourth guard's neck, lifting the man from his toes without any struggles as the guardsman dropped his spear, continuing to choke from the masked warrior's cold grasp.
Vader crushed the guard's neck, forcing blood to come out from his mouth, drowning in his vital fluid. Once Vader was done choking the life of this wasted fool, he tossed his corpse aside walking toward his next victim.
More guards and men came charging towards the dark Force-User, as an attempt to surround him in his place.
Using The Force, Vader levitated one of the spears, aligning the sharp end of the weapon as three armor-looking men and four in elegant uniforms came charging at the former Sith Lord.
How laughable. This was just all for a futile resistance.
In one swift movement from his right arm, Vader sent the spear at the incoming guards as the fallen Jedi Knight gored three of the armored men in a single line. Hoisting the spear up with the lifeless bodies of the three armored guards, Vader flung each of the lifeless bodies at more incoming guards, stopping them in their tracks.
Vader wasn't done yet. Calling upon The Force once more, Vader performed the same levitation ability, grabbing each of the guards who were lying on the ground, and placing their bodies in a curl-up ball.
With one powerful clench from his right hand, Vader crushed the human ball as a shower of blood rained in the hallways, staining the marble grounds of the palace.
Only one guard was left.
"You would be wise to surrender," Vader advised in a threatening manner as the final guard continued shaking in fear towards the masked user of The Force.
"F-Fuck this! I'm not getting killed for some old man's pride!" The palace guard cursed out, dropping his spear to the ground, no longer caring about The Prime Minister's foolish desires.
Before the last guard attempted to make a run for it, he felt a sudden sensation in his chest.
Blood started to run from his mouth as he began to cough violently. He raised his left hand to feel the burning commotion coming from his chest. He felt nothing but a hole in his chest as his body fell to the ground. In the last of his moments, his eyes narrowed the other way as they widened in immense horror.
His heart. His still-beating heart was being lifted in the air by that sorcery. He closed his eyes as the darkness took hold of him.
Depilating his lightsaber, Vader continued to walk to finish his job as he dropped the beating heart to the ground after releasing his fury on these men. The fewer guards he killed, the quicker he could end this with no trouble at all.
Walking in the empty hallway, Vader took note of the paintings and statues, portraits of the families of the King and Queen of the Arcturus family, along with their daughter being a part of the royalty.
Imagine if both of her parents were alive to this day, they would look upon their daughter in great shame and disappointment due to not living up to their "proud legacy."
Vader resisted the urge to mockingly laugh at their ideals and expectations. She was clumsy as she was unprofessional at her job.
Hearing footsteps coming from behind, a scream occurred behind the Sith Lord's back.
"HEY! HO-HOW DID YOU GET INSIDE?!" An advisor of Beastly was demanding to know.
Vader ignored the advisor's question. "Where is the Prime Minister Beastly?"
"Wha-What?"
Vader was beginning to grow impatient with this blundering buffoon. "I will not ask again. Tell me where your Prime Minister is and I'll decide if I should spare you on this occasion."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about. The prime Minister is at a meeting with the other nobles." The advisor begged for his life, hoping to be shown mercy. "Pl-Please, spare me."
So he was going to play that game.
"Hmph, very well. I have other ways of acquiring information in other ways."
"Wait… Wait! AH!"
The Mind Probe began to do its job as Vader read the mind of the feeble advisor.
"So he is with your Princess at this moment. Thank you for your help in searching for him." Vader said, before Force crushing the advisor's throat, killing him in an instance as the fallen Chosen One walked over the man's corpse, leaving him to wallow in his crushing aspirations.
'Pity. If only he listened to my request, he could have walked out of here unscathed.' Vader thought as he departed away, looking to find the mastermind behind all this chaos.
What a waste.
Beastly was not happy whatsoever. The opposite. His hands were sweating out of anxiety as his left foot was rapidly tapping the floor.
His men had failed him so far, and worst, his kingdom was close to falling. Reports and messages from his advisors and men who were still alive notified him that the Feoh military was running out of sources for weaponry and payroll.
It was quite troubling. He detested it.
The worst part about it is the description of this damn nuisance was vague, to say the least. Didn't help his troubles at the slightest. Somehow, inspiring these commoners to rebel against their newfound leader caused more chaos and anarchy in his domain.
Tch, fools they were.
All of his ambitions, all of his goals and dreams, and his fantasies were all caught in the crossfire. Beastly snarled at those thoughts alone.
Taking a deep breath, Beastly knew that he didn't have time to dwell on it. It was beginning to give him an aneurysm just recalling his problems.
Walking to the dungeon, Beastly used one of the keys the guards left him for the remaining men to take care of his situation in the chaotic streets of his kingdom.
Opening the gate, Beastly's eyes narrowed at a pleasant sight.
"Alicia, my dear. Wake up." Beastly gently called out behind the cell.
In the cold chambers of the cell, a figure slowly stood up; her blonde hair was a frizzy mess. Alicia had woken up with half of her armor gone, exposing her bare chest and blue eyes which were devoid of life. "Yes, my lord. How may I be of use to you?" Alicia inquired, her lifeless blue eyes looking up at the Minister's irritated face.
"We need to leave this place. I need you to get up."
"Are you sure, my master?" Alicia raised a question.
"Do you want me to pleasure you from the last time~?" The former Princess in a seductive manner slowly walked over to where her master was, putting both of her hands on his pants in an attempt to remove them.
Beastly immediately grew impatient with this harlot's actions. "No! Get off of me, you stupid whore! This is serious!" The Prime Minister screamed in rage as he gave a harsh slap to the blonde-haired princess as she stumbled back in surprise, rubbing her cheek.
"M-My master! Please don't be mad at me! I-I'll do anything you'd like me to do!"
"Get up! We need to leave now!" Beastly spoke out of annoyance as he roughly grabbed Alicia's right hand, forcing her to get up from where she previously sat.
The Minister and the former Princess continued to walk down the dark corridors, passing by the cells in the dungeon. Five minutes have passed with the Minister attempting to find a backdoor in the dungeon, hoping not to run into the-that… th-that… that madman.
Passing through another part of the dungeon with more cells, Beastly thought he was almost out on the way to freedom.
Unfortunately, fate strongly disagreed with the Minister's aspirations.
"Khooh Phuur."
Hearing the noise from behind, Beastly's expression changed from an irritated one to a grim one. A cold chill ran across his spine as his body reacted with a shudder.
"So, you are the Prime Minister. That is not a surprise to my eyes."
Beastly walked back in surprise as he stumbled back, nearly falling on his feet. Why did it get cold all of a sudden?
He heard the masked man speak vicious words to him once more. "Your men have fallen to my hand. It would be wise to surrender instead of running away like a feeble coward."
"Yo-You… You cur! How dare you come into my quarters and interfere with my plans! Do you have any idea who I am?!"
"Khooh Phuur."
"I do, unfortunately, but you are an old fool who hides behind his men, like a frightened child in his delusions."
Beastly's fear was replaced with anger. "I AM THE PRIME MINISTER BEASTLY AND I WILL NOT LISTEN TO A MASKED STRANGER WHO HAS GOTTEN IN THE WAY OF MY AMBITIONS!" Beastly continued to snarl, demanding to know who this cur was.
"Say what you need to say. Your self-proclaims only confirm what kind of ruler you are."
Beastly growled. "YO-YOU DAMN DEMON! I WANT YOU OUT OF MY KINGDOM OR EL…"
Beastly's ramble was cut short as his mouth became frozen. Beastly attempted to breathe but had a difficult time in the process. He felt his left hand over his neck as he continued to choke on his aspirations.
Wha-What?! He was doing this to himself?!
Beastly's eyes narrowed to the masked man's hand, holding his thumb in a grabbing motion. He… He was doing this to him? Was this Black Magic?!
Beastly continued to choke, squealing in pain as both of his legs fell to the ground completely. His vision became blurry as he made an effort to suck in air but couldn't do so in the process.
NO! HE DIDN'T WANT TO DIE! NOT WITHOUT SEEING THE NEW GLORY OF THE EMPIRE RISING TO EXISTENCE! HE MADE IT THIS FAR WITH LITTLE TO NO FLAWS! AND HE WILL NOT LET IT END LIKE THIS!
"Stop!" A feminine shout alerted the dark chambers in the dungeon. Beastly could see the masked intruder slowly turn his attention to where the voice came from as he didn't let go of his grip on him.
Alicia was walking towards where the masked man and Beastly were located. She had a look of pity and lust as she got on her knees.
"Ali-Alicia…" Beastly cried out.
"Please… Spare my… master. If you do so, I'll do whatever you want me to do~." Alicia spoke as the broken Princess continued to crawl on her knees, asking for a bargain.
"I'll delight you in so many ways~," Alicia spoke with so much lust in her voice as she began to raise both of her hands towards the masked man's bottom half of his body.
Before the girl could spout her next words or even touch the mystery stranger, she felt a drowsy sensation as her eyes began to feel heavy, her vision becoming blurry.
"Wha…" The blonde-haired woman uttered out as she passed out, falling unconscious.
Beastly's eyes enlarged as he saw the masked demon holding up his left arm, presumably using his unknown power, forcing that harlot to fall into a temporary slumber.
"Khooh Phuur."
"Now that that nuisance has been taken care of, let's continue where we left off." The masked intruder spoke as Beastly felt his body being thrown roughly by the man in black.
Beastly continued to draw breath harshly, coughing violently as he slowly started to get up on his feet where he was tossed aside.
"Wh-Who… Who are you… What are you?" Beastly asked in fear.
"I am Lord Vader. And you would be wise not to test my patience."
How pathetic.
If there was one thing that Vader hated more than incompetent soldiers who couldn't get the job done right, it was cowards who hid behind their bases.
"Di-Did that… whore of a Goddess send you he-here? Wh-Who are you even af-affiliated with?! Was the Dark Queen responsible for your… presence in… my kingdom?! I-Is that harlot u-using you as… so-some kind… of mindless puppet?!"
A rough shove pushed Beastly as he felt his body being knocked over to one of the open cells in the chambers. Vader had enough of this imbecile and his senile proclaims. Vader clenched his hand, pressing his thumb down as the minister let out a painful yell.
"What did I say? Do not test my patience, you old fool."
Beastly rubbed his chest, wheezing for air after being forcefully pushed in a brutish manner. Wha-What kind of witchcraft was that?! Beastly turned his gaze at the masked intruder as his body continued to throb in pain.
"Khooh Phuur."
"Now as I was saying, no, I am not acquainted with the Goddess nor her rival. I serve no one. I demand to speak with someone who has a higher authority than you."
Beastly looked puzzled by the masked intruder's words. "Wh-What? But I am the king here! No one… he-here has a hi-higher authority… but me."
"Khooh Phuur."
"You are no king. You are nothing but a wasted old man who has no experience in ruling a kingdom." The masked stranger tightens his right hand as Beastly continues to choke himself, feeling more air being sucked out of him as he cries out in pain.
"Now, tell me… Where is the commander of those atrocious dogs?"
Beastly snarled in rage. "Ne-Never, he… will rebuild this land… into our images. Where women are nothing but playthings for our manhoods! All of them! Sluts they are! Once Vault and his men find out about your identity, they will stop at nothing but to hunt you down." Beastly declared like a madman.
"He will rebuild the Country into a land filled with nothing but pleasure for men!" Beastly shouted to his heart's content, not caring about the lives of women only for their entertainment as Vader looked at the old minister in disgust.
At that point, his words confirm one thing for Vader. This man was indeed a leech.
Vader roughly grabs the minister by his neck once again, choking the life out of him. While using The Force, Vader decided to intrude on the minister's thoughts quite literally.
Beastly screamed in pain as his body was convulsing, his legs kicking violently as he wanted to be let go of, desperately attempting to beg the masked warrior to spare him.
Memories flashed, showing the old fool, alongside the King and Queen of this kingdom, raising the Princess for the next lineage. This image treated them as a family of sorts, showing the kindness and warm feelings of the Minister.
Unfortunately, the next image would soon change that relationship. He betrayed his kingdom by giving intel to the Black Dogs as it showed a wicked smile on his face, not caring about the lives lost in the battle due to his selfish desires.
Then, he revealed his plans to the Princess, revealing further betrayal to the last lineage of Feoh.
Nothing but sickening images of the Minister using the Princess for his delights.
Around there, that was the breaking point in his acts.
"As I thought, there is no road for redemption for you. Allow me to show you why."
"No. NO! PLEASE! SPARE ME!" Beastly begged for his life. "PLEASE! I-I'll… I'll give you this bitch as a peace offering! If not her, then, what about the Dark Queen of the Dark Elves? He-Her exotic features are a catch for most men." The old Minister began to bargain, hoping to get a reprieve for his actions.
"Or wh-what about one of the members from the Shield Alliance like that… red-haired mercenary harlot from Ansur? O-Or what about that… that Priestess from Thorn with… the cult of her… religious God? E-Even the Goddess of Ken… herself? Any of those whores could be yours!"
"Pl-Please… spare me I-I-I'll do anything to be pardoned from my actions."
"Khooh Phuur."
"The only circumstances you will be pardoned from is your life. Your death is your destiny."
"N-No! No! NO! NO!" Beastly screamed for his pitiful life.
"Khooh Phuur."
"Farewell, Your Highness."
Wandering into his mind, an intense rage began to corrupt the former Sith Lord's mental state as he remembered the disturbing images of those animals committing those debauchery acts on every woman they encountered.
Extending his left hand, expecting to deliver a painful Force Choke, that wasn't the case here. Red electricity begins to surge around his left arm, and he senses the course of its power due to its sharp tremor sensation.
The red electricity leaves Vader's left hand, which shoots out towards the minister with widened eyes. In a split second, the old minister was covered in a red electricity aura as he screamed in pure agony. The electric shocks were burning his nerves, his skin becoming darker each second as the fallen Jedi inflicted agonizing pain on the old minister. A smile that was reminiscent of his former master was beginning to form on the former Sith Lord's face, behind the menacing mask he wore when he was a part of The Galactic Empire.
The unlimited power was a great deal of satisfaction.
As Vader was continuing his torture on the old fool, The Force set in a sea of memories for him.
"Search your feelings, father, you can't do this."
A concerned voice spoke out to a man covered in darkness, struggling to find his peace.
"It is too late for me, son. The Emperor will show you the true nature of The Force. He is your master now."
A look of disapproval and betrayal was expressed on his son's face.
"Then, my father is truly dead."
Those words were like a cutting blade towards him.
A tang of guilt and regret was beginning to suffice into his thoughts.
Just then, another voice was heard in his mind, this time with rejection and disgust.
"Never. I'll never turn to The Dark Side."
The words of his son rebelling against the tyranny of his former master, Sidious.
"You failed, Your Highness."
His son stepped out of the shadows with a righteous expression and a proud statement.
"I am a Jedi, like my father before me."
The screams of his son began to haunt Vader's mind, remembering the excruciating pain his former master inflicted on his son.
"Father please!"
The pleading words of his son, begging for his father to return to the light.
At that point, the chains were broken.
"NO!"
Snapping out of his thoughts, Vader retrieved his left hand, stopping the red electricity line that was forming from it.
What has he done?
Scanning at the sight in front of the lens of his mask, Vader's eyes widened in great horror.
A hot steam of air was flowing in the air, reminding the previous Sith apprentice of carbonite smoke.
The burning corpse was the only thing in front of the fallen Jedi Knight's eyes. Was that another hidden skill of his untapped potential?
Force Lightning was an ability he rarely used, and for obvious reasons, he lacked the limbs to do so. Plus, the raw power of Force Lightning would have been too much for him to handle for his Post-Mustafar self which would have led to his demise, short-circuiting his old suit.
Even so, Vader didn't feel sorry for the old man. If anything, he did the kingdom a favor by ridding his presence here. He was just an animal that needed to be put down. But what got the former Sith Apprentice was that he let the negative side of his emotions interfere with his plans.
Vader looked down at his restored limb as he closed his fist tightly, looking back in disgust. He had forgotten that the Dark Side had its addicting qualities.
No time for that. He had an objective to complete.
Once Vader was done with his "interrogation," Vader turned his back away from the deceased minister, slowly walking out of the cell chambers as he made his way back to where the unconscious princess was.
Taking one look at the unconscious Princess, Vader underneath his mask couldn't help but look in slight disgust at the girl's body. She lacked armor, as the top half of her body was nude. There were bruises all over her arms and legs, implying she went through further abuse.
While yes, Vader did consider her to be a weakness for her people and fellow warriors, even the former Jedi knew that she didn't deserve to go through this fate. This was exactly, if not worse than the slavery and enslavement on the planet Tatooine.
Placing his hand on her head, Vader began to read the mind of the princess. The truth was revealed to him.
"Our Forces are running thin! We need more soldiers at the front line! Make haste and reinforce Do not let them breach our lines!" Alicia exclaimed out loud to her remaining soldiers.
"Lady Alicia!"
Women dressed in sacred clothing were tied to posts, being stripped as those devilish creatures laughed out of immoral desires.
"Yo-You bastards! Let them go!"
There was nothing but laughter coming from the mercenaries and devil-like creatures, mocking the Princess in her so-called righteous justice.
"Violating those girls is the most unforgivable thing you can do!"
Bargaining between the Princess and Mercenaries began, hoping for a better outcome to happen.
"If you surrender, we promise we'll let these girls!" One of the mercenaries suggested that Alicia was having a difficult time deciding what was the right choice here.
"No! Don't surrender, Lady Alicia! Keep fighting! Don't lose to these bastards!" One of her lieutenants beside her disagreed, alongside the women who were tied up, shaking their heads for their dear Princess not to surrender.
"Will they be spared?" Alicia questioned, hoping for the safety of the women.
The leader of the mercenary team nodded in agreement as the blonde-haired Princess gave her words to surrender, hoping the women would be free from their clutches.
Unfortunately, not everyone was a man of their word.
In a sudden twist of turns, each of the women was violated, by the creatures and the men, fueling their lust as the Princess of Feoh looked in disgust, realizing her mistake.
"NO! YOU PROMISED!"
The next scene abruptly shifted to another room, the Feoh Princess was held in the same dungeon underneath her castle. Abruptly, another figure in the shadows appears in front of the dark chambers in the cold atmosphere behind the Princess' cell bars.
"Prime Minister Beastly? What are you doing here?"
The Prime Minister delivered a conniving smile to the one he called family on one happy occasion.
"As you deduced, Lady Alicia. I was the one behind the invasion of the Kuroinu Army." The traitorous weasel confessed the truth to the one he once cared about.
A look of betrayal was expressed on the Princess' face, realizing one of the few people who cared about her was nothing more but a rat bastard at this moment.
More challenges were offered to the Princess of Feoh.
"Do it to save your precious cousin, Prim."
More conflict was expressed all over her face, fearing the worst that could happen to her and her loved ones in the process.
"No, Prim…"
More regret and guilt were shown in the process.
Just then, she agreed to the Prime Minister's challenges.
The next scene became a monstrous memory from the Princess.
"I must save you…" A hand was raised in the air, wishing she had made the right choice from the start.
Vader had seen enough as he finished his mind probe on the washed-up Princess. It became very clear to him.
This girl had been through a lot but she brought that on herself. If she only made the right choice on that bridge, she would make a hard choice to sacrifice her people for the greater good.
Instead, she surrendered herself, failing to continue battling for her kingdom. The animals continued to violate each of those women who were held hostage and she did nothing, not an attempt to stop the chaos happening in her own eyes. What a poor excuse for a ruler. Makes the former Galactic Commander wonder what the rest of her companions were like.
But enough of his rambling. Vader knew what he needed to do. He took a deep breath inside his mask as the former Jedi began to concentrate on locating the hidden pain the Princess had stored in her mindset. Vader positioned his hand on her forehead as he began to meditate, conjuring the vitality energy from both the light and dark side of The Force. Just then, A glowing blue aura surrounded the Fallen Chosen One's hand; he could feel the cleansing power of The Force coming to him once more.
The energy from the former Sith Lord's hand begins to cover Alicia's forehead, slowly spreading throughout her body as it starts to mend the broken spirit of the ex-ruler of Feoh. Force Purification was a variation of regular Force Healing. Vader remembers the teachings of both variants of Force Healing and has experimented with it by using the Dark Side attributes, in which he focused his meditation on his past anger and frustration due to his circumstances on allowing the intensity of this power for a brief time.
Once the energy began to dissipate, Vader felt the pain slowly disappearing from her damaged psyche.
It was time for her to wake up.
Slowly opening her eyes, Alicia woke up with a groggy feeling.
The Feoh Princess had a hard time, trying to decipher the predicament she was in.
"Wha-What has happened to me?" Alicia questioned as she felt a sudden pain in her head, placing her right hand on her forehead. Attempting to get her bearings straight, she looked around her environment, realizing she was in the dungeons. That was odd. Why was she in the dungeons in the first place?
Upon analyzing the environment she was in, the blonde-haired Princess then realized one important factor in this situation. She was only wearing half of her armor.
Flushing in embarrassment, Alicia attempted to cover her upper half with her arms as she was at a loss for words. Why was she nude?! What in the name of the Goddess has happened to her?!
Suddenly, the memories returned to her. She remembers…
Oh no… What has she done?
Her kingdom was taken over. Her people suffered because of her careless mistakes. How she was reduced to a sex slave for that brute, Beastly. The unspeakable actions he committed while being a sex-crazed tramp, being Beastly's fucktoy. And she wanted to vomit at those atrocious thoughts.
That wasn't it, however… There was more, unfortunately.
How she failed to save her poor cousin, Prim. The haunting image of her cousin being raped over and over again by those damn mercenaries would be imprinted in her mind. No, how… How would her precious cousin look at her now? She was nothing but a shameless whore to those dregs.
As Alicia was grieving over her losses, she felt a dark presence near her, her shoulders getting colder each second as she shuddered from the harsh feeling.
Then, a noise occurred in both of her ears, which would be an echo that would be imprinted in her mind once it reached her perception.
"Khooh Phuur."
"I see that you are awake at this moment."
Alicia quickly turned around, to find out who was behind her.
A dark figure stood, blending in the shadows as the breathing continued to follow his presence. He had some kind of knight's armor with gray layers around his shoulders and in the center of his chest, there was a square-shaped emblem or chest plate if Alicia had to take a wild guess to her theory which was odd since she had never seen this armor or protection from any of her forces before.
A long dark cape was hanging behind the man, appearing like a reaper of sorts which wasn't helping Alicia's skepticism on the mysterious being in front of her. At best, Alicia was becoming more cautious the more she thought of the possible speculations she had here.
What was on Alicia's attention was that odd but intimidating mask, accompanied by a dark hood, covering his head. It brought a spirit of inquiry to the former Princess Knight but it came along with a sense of panic due to not recognizing the appearance of this strange man.
That was if he was a man. If not, she might have bigger fish to deal with.
"Wh-Who are you?! How… did you get in the cell chambers to begin with?!" Alicia questioned, covering her bare chest as her cheeks were tinted red, due to the mild embarrassment.
"Khooh Phuur."
"Alicia Arcturus. The proud Princess Knight of Feoh. I have heard interesting things about you, mixed thoughts about you as a ruler to your people."
Alicia was shocked by the masked stranger, somehow knowing her full name. "Ho-How do you even know my name? Are you with those damn dogs?!" Alicia demanded to know, her old stern traits returning to her.
"Khooh Phuur."
"No. I am only affiliated on my side. No one else. Not even to your Goddess or any other of your Shield companions."
Alicia blinked in surprise, not expecting that sort of answer from the masked intruder. He wasn't with The Black Dogs nor her Goddess? Then, who was this man then?
Suddenly, she heard the intimating voice of the masked man speaking to her once more.
"But enough about me, I know a lot about you. More information than you can imagine. Like how you surrender yourself and your kingdom to those despicable scum."
Alicia's eyes widened. How did this man know that?
"Even when you did surrender, they continued to violate each of those women on the bridge, confirming they are not men of their own words. At the same time, if you didn't choose to submit to those dogs, your people would have come out with a better resolution."
"I-I…" Alicia attempted to speak for her choices.
The man continued with his lecture. "While the actions of those bounty hunters were questionable and deserved to be put down like animals, it was because of your careless decisions that allowed for the subjugation of your kingdom to happen in the first place as it permitted for more lives to be lost in the process."
Alicia stood quiet, unaware of what to say next.
"Therefore, it is your fault." The masked man dropped the ugly truth towards the Ex-Princess of Feoh as her blue eyes widened at the hearing of his answer.
Her fault? Did this man say it was her fault? No, she did everything she could. The audacity of this cur… Alicia begins to grit her teeth as anger begins to replace her emotions. Ho-How dare he… How dare he?! Like she didn't have a choice in the fucking matter! This man didn't have a clue about what she just went through! She did everything to save her kingdom, to protect her people from those scoundrels. The sacrifices that she made when that bastard of a pig Beastly was touching her.
It… It… It infuriated Alicia so much.
"Ho-How dare you speak those… words at me? You don't understand what I did for this kingdom! I gave myself up to those damn mercenaries!" Alicia attempted to defend her actions.
"You keep telling yourself that. All you are doing is making excuses for your cowardly actions."
Coward? Did this man not hear anything about the actions she had just spoken about? She had struggled against the difficult odds that she went through. How much she endured, being stuck in this damn chamber for a month or two.
And that was not enough evidence for him? Who did this cur think he was to insult her like this? The bastard didn't know what the hell she went through! She did all she could do to liberate all her loved ones!
"I-I did it to protect all of the civilians! I did it for their sake! I-I did it to protect my people! To-To protect my cousi-!"
Alicia stopped in the middle of her sentence. Her… Her cousin. Prim… By the Goddess, she needed to find her! She needed to rescue her from the Kuroinu Army! She… She… She knew she couldn't abandon her. Prim was her only family left.
Alicia choked up, the tears returning once again. Damn it! Damn it! Was she really this pathetic? How would Prim even look at her? Would she even care about her? No, after she failed to protect her, there was no way things would be the same for her.
Sh-She was a fool. A fool who was clouded in her mindless judgment. So it would be clear that her people would lose faith in her once more.
"Khooh Phuur."
"Stop your whimpering. If you continue to dwell on the past, nothing good will come out of it." The masked man spoke, annoyed with the Princess' crying and mourning as Alicia looked up at him in surprise.
"So, I would suggest you wipe your sorrows away, pick yourself up, and act like a truly competent ruler for once. Because if you continue to go this route, all you are doing is delaying your justice against these scoundrels."
"So enough of your grieving and do something worth the courage for your domain."
Her domain? No, this man… was right. As much as it wounded Alicia's pride, for once, she had to put that aside and continue fighting for everyone who once depended on her.
"M-My people… My people… are dying out there and it was all my fault that this happened…" Alicia quietly uttered as the guilt was returning to her again. That's all this was to her. Just endless torture to her. And this man was making it worse each second.
Alicia began to grow angry, her teeth gritting as she clutched both of her hands, wanting to pick up a sword and slaughter all those who opposed her and threatened her loved ones.
"Khooh Phuur."
"I can feel your anger. Good, use it to strike those down, to all the ones who betrayed you. Take up your weapon once more and show them no mercy on the battlefield." The masked man urged, making a fist, implying to give into her rage to destroy the Black Dogs and avenge her legacy of the kingdom.
"Wh-Who are you? Did Beastly plan for you to continue torturing me? To violate me like those pigs!" Alicia demanded out of her paranoia going crazy.
The masked man didn't respond to her question, further angering Alicia.
"ANSWER ME!"
"Khooh Phuur."
"I have slain your minister. He is very dead." The man in the dark armor confirmed, only for Alicia's eyes to widen, flabbergasted at the information thrown in her face.
"Yo-You murdered the Prime Minister Beastly?" Alicia questioned.
"Khooh Phuur."
"Yes, if you do not believe me, look at the cell chamber located to your left."
Suggesting from the masked man's words, Alicia hesitantly narrowed her eyes where he was assuming as her blue eyes peeked through the rusted bars of the cell chamber. Alicia's eyes widened out of horror and disgust.
It was Beastly's corpse, burnt to a crisp. He looked very unrecognizable. He appeared more like charcoal, his gray hair missing as his hat was scorched and his clothes were matching the same texture as well.
Alicia could smell the burnt skin as tears began to fall out of her eyes. Not out of sadness for the man, of course, but more so on the fact that the smell was beginning to nauseate her, making an effort not to gag at the sight.
Alicia couldn't hold it in for much longer. She vomited violently, her mouth continuing to throw up the contents she once had in her stomach, now gone, thanks to the gut-wrenching sight she witnessed.
Still, this meant a whole new revelation for her. She was free. At last, her suffering had ended. No longer a plaything to that man. Alicia wanted to cry at those thoughts, feeling more tears running down her face.
Alicia wiped the remaining bile from her mouth and tears from her eyes as she turned her attention away from the now-dead minister, facing the masked man in darkness.
"Yo-You… You did this to him?" Alicia looked at the masked man in horror.
"Khooh Phuur."
"I did. And I do not regret it. Let it be a message to you and your people."
What did this man even mean by that?
"Wh-What message? What are you even trying to prove here?"
"Khooh Phuur."
"Fear is the only thing that creates dead men." Alicia flinched at the masked man's dark tone as he turned his back on the Ex-Princess with a cold expression.
"And you would be wise not to cross that territory."
Alicia felt a chill behind her spine as she felt the room getting colder each second. Who was this man? If he wasn't affiliated with Beastly, the Kuroinu Army, or even her Goddess and friends from the Shield Alliance, who did he work alongside?
She didn't want to admit but she was afraid, if not terrified at the man's bizarre capabilities.
Who in the name of Celestine was this man?
"Now then, get up." Alicia heard the masked warrior speak to her.
"Huh?"
The man's voice came out more harsh this time. "Did I stutter? Get. Up."
Alicia quickly got up where she was originally sitting, taking a second to get used to her bearings.
"Khooh Phuur."
"Now, get dressed and alarm the civilians that the prime minister has perished." The masked man ordered Alicia as he began to turn his back on her.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Alicia suspected where the masked man was leaving.
The masked man answered her question with very little patience. "What does it look like, girl? These affairs aren't over yet. In case you have forgotten, the kingdom of your relative is still subjugated by those animals."
Prim! That's right. She needed to worry first about her loved one before she could do anything for herself.
"Let me come with you!"
The masked stranger stopped in his tracks, slowly turning around to come across the determined expression on the former Princess' face.
"Please… Allow me to accompany you! Let me prove myself as a valuable asset against the tyrants out there!" Alicia begged the mysterious stranger, hoping she could gain a second chance to ensure vindication for her kingdom.
"Please… Let me save my cousin."
"Khooh Phuur."
"No." The masked man said in a semi-harsh tone, turning his back away from the Ex-Shield Princess.
"What? Why not?" Alicia questioned out of disbelief.
"Khooh Phuur."
"Do you really think I would allow you to slow me down? The same woman who allowed for the enslavement in this kingdom? You have failed your people for the last time and the mistakes you committed will not be repeated once more."
Alicia had a look of anger but in a few seconds, she looked down at the floor in shame, realizing that what this man was saying was true. She had failed her people. Worst of all, she failed her family's legacy.
"At best, you are a liability. And I do not tolerate weaknesses."
Alicia's right eye twitched in response. A liability? She was a liability? How dare he? How dare he talk to her like that?! She had fought hard in previous battles before when both of her parents were still alive. She was trying to gain a second chance at redemption, wanting to prove her worth as a warrior and yearning to be a part of the proud alliance her Goddess was a part of.
Alicia took another deep breath, realizing that starting another argument wouldn't provide anything useful in her morbid circumstances.
Alicia took one last glare at the masked stranger before responding to him. "But… you can't! There are too many of them! What can you do against an army?!" Alicia demanded, wanting to know what one man in a mask would do against these treacherous oppressors.
"Khooh Phuur."
"I find your lack of faith disturbing if you continue to doubt my hidden abilities."
Alicia's right eye twitched again in response. "What?!"
"I will not repeat myself. Their armies are nothing compared to my power. And you cannot stop me from purging them all."
Power? What kind of power did this man have? It just left further ambiguity for Alicia at this point. She couldn't help but feel more insecure than being self-assured.
"Now, do not get in my way… or else." The masked man warned as Alicia felt an ominous aura, coming from the man as she felt her mouth being clamped shut, appearing petrified at the sudden change of the tone.
Alicia appeared puzzled, fearing what kind of threat he had in store for her. Even so, her novelty got the better of her. "Or else what?" Alicia already regretted asking her question.
"Khooh Phuur."
"Or else you and your Shield Alliance will have another enemy in Eostia to worry about. Now, do not interfere with my goal." The masked stranger spoke his last words before continuing to leave the dungeon for good.
"Wait!" Alicia shouted, hoping the man could listen to her pleading words.
"Before you go, please… I ask you for a request…" Alicia said with hope in her broken tone.
"Please… save my cousin. She is the… only family I have left. Please, I beg of you. Please, please save her." Alicia pleated one last time.
"Khooh Phuur."
"I was planning to do that, even without the aid of your request."
Alicia delivered a small smile to the masked man. "Thank you… Before you go, can you tell me your name, warrior?" Alicia raised a question about the man's identity.
The man stood silent for a few seconds as the breathing coming from his mask continued to create further ambiance in the cold dungeon chambers.
Finally, he responded to her question. "You will refer to me as Vader. Lord Vader. And give this message to your Goddess." The now-named stranger declared before Alicia looked at the masked warrior in curiosity.
"If you and your Shield companions get in my way of exterminating these pests, I will show you all the true extent of The Dark Side. This will be a day remembered in the legacy of your land and authorities with the death of the minister and those mercenary scum. Even the purity and strength of your Goddess is insignificant next to the power of The Force. While we are against a common enemy, it does not make us allies at this moment." The masked stranger known as Vader declared as he closed his right fist, swearing to end those who got in the way of his goal of eradicating all the enemies in this nation.
Alicia became more worried as sweat continued to drip down her face. What was he talking about? What did he mean by The Dark Side or The Force for that matter?
"So take those words lightly into consideration, girl."
Alicia nodded with hesitation, fearing what would happen if she disagreed with the man's actions. "Ye-Yes, I understand." The Feoh Princess agreed.
"Good. One more note, do yourself a favor and cover yourself with clothes you can find while you still have a shred of decency."
Alicia looked in confusion before looking down at her bare chest.
"EEP!" Alicia screamed in embarrassment once more as she covered herself.
A dark aura began to cloud the man as Alicia got further chills from his presence.
Once Alicia looked up to face the man, his presence was gone as she couldn't hear the intimate breathing anymore. Once he was gone, Alicia took a moment of silence as she looked down once again in shame.
How could she have been this foolish? Weeks had passed since The Black Dogs had taken over Feoh, forcing her and her cousin to become nothing but glorified dolls to these pigs. She had never felt so lost. So humiliated in her utter failure.
But at least Beastly was dead. He couldn't hurt her anymore. No more further abuse from that man. She could see her companions again meaning there was a light at the end of the tunnel.
'Vader… What a strange name.' Alicia thought to herself, curious about the masked man's identity.
The fact that he refers to himself as Lord was what caught Alicia's attention the most. Where did he even get that title? Did he come from another kingdom or nation that Alicia wasn't familiar with? Was it true what he said in the matter?
Is it a possibility that he was more powerful than she could have imagined? Even more powerful than her Goddess Celestine? If that was the case, then, she was scared to know what the truth was.
All of these were just questions Alicia would never find out at this instant. Still, she had to ask herself one more time.
Did this mean there was hope for Eostia? Or was this another bane for the proud lands of the kingdoms?
Even so, Alicia was glad that she wasn't a victim anymore. At best, she prayed to the Goddess Laurentia to those who would cross Lord Vader's path.
In an alternative world where she didn't get captured or violated, she would have almost felt bad for the mercenaries to be slowly executed by the man's presence. Almost.
In this case, Alicia was looking forward to the slaughtering and purge of The Black Dogs. And she would be a part of that ambition.
She would avenge her father's grave and would bring her fury onto their forces. Closing her left fist tightly, Alicia swore that it would come to life.
'Prim, I hope you can forgive my careless mistakes. I'm sorry for all the pain you went through.' Alicia thought about the tragedy of failing to protect a loved one.
'I promise this time I will keep you safe from harm's way.'
With that, the Ex-Princess of Feoh walked out of the cold dungeon as she could see the light at the end of the passage.
Celestine Lucross was in a strange place.
She didn't know where she was. There was nothing but darkness surrounding her.
She felt something. The cold wind blew from behind her back as the Goddess placed both of her shoulders around her to fight off the cold weather.
"Hello," Celestine called out.
Nothing. Nothing but ambiance in this location.
"Hello, is there anyone there?" Her shouts were echoing through the dark abyss here.
Death is coming, a shadow in the light.
Her eyes widened at the scene in front of her. Celestine noticed an object, a few inches from where she was currently standing.
Creeping closer she was shrouded in light.
Taking small steps at a time, the blonde-haired Goddess continues to walk towards the mysterious presence in front of her.
Then, she widened in alarm at the sight.
It appeared to be a corpse, belonging to one of the mercenaries she remembered recruiting, back when she thought The Black Dogs were a part of her domain. She placed her right hand over her mouth as she took sudden steps back, horrified at the sight in front of her holy eyes.
She then felt something tripping her feet and she fell over in surprise. With wide eyes, she saw another body, only this time it belonged to an orc, expired from its life. Celestine quickly stood up from her feet, nearly sobbing at the gruesome appearance of the now-dead beast.
A specter of doom as a whisper of dread appears in her mind.
What was happening? Who was doing this?
In the stillness of darkness, it treads.
As Celestine was walking backward, she felt a light shine on her figure as she covered her eyes to avoid the beam on her face.
Beneath the moon's pale and eerie glow, there was someone who sought the lost souls of this damnation, it wanted to sow.
Celestine continued to look at the light above her head, now looking in curiosity as she wondered where the light was leading her towards. Once her curiosity settled in, she looked down, seeing a trail of blood as the High-Elf assumed it was leading her somewhere.
Against her interest, Celestine knew that she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. She continued, following the bloody trail as her feet and the back of her white robe were getting covered in the red vital liquid. Celestine pressed on, carrying on to where this trail would lead her.
On her left, there were spikes. On top of these spikes, there were more lifeless bodies of the Kuroinu mercenaries as the blood from their corpses began to drip down, her eyes becoming more afraid each time she continued to walk.
The blood was rising each time the blonde-haired High Elf took a step.
Celestine was becoming more unnerved, terrified even as both of her hands began shaking. Her movements became more awkward and uneasy, questioning if this was real or not.
Invisible hands, icy fingers of despair. Tangle in your hair, as you gasp for air.
Celestine wishes she could wake up, wake up from whatever nightmare she was envisioning. This had to be a dream. This had to be a dream! Her body got colder each second she walked, away from the light and into the dark.
The trail of blood was starting to spread as it was becoming more of a puddle to her eyes. Hearing wailing across the bloody puddle, Celestine whipped her head upwards to locate where the shouting was coming from.
Just then, she was met with gruesome stupefaction.
Bodies. Many bodies were toppled, nearly creating a mountain of corpses. These corpses however were charred, appearing more grotesque as the puddle began to lift the remains of them, creating a pool. There were charred corpses of Orcs, disfigured demons and goblins, and crushed Imps as the Goddess of Ken looks in pure horror.
A sickening feeling could be detected in Celestine's stomach, her face becoming nearly green at the sight.
The world turns cold, as the hour grows late. Fear grips your heart as it seals your fate.
Just then, Celestine tilted her head as her green eyes spotted another figure in the distance, this time, the figure was standing.
The darkness begins to surround as a suffocating cloak appears.
"He-Hello. Who are you?"
Nothing. Not even a voice.
"Wh-What's going on here? Are you the one responsible for this?" Celestine asked fearfully.
The figure didn't say anything, their back turned away from the Goddess. The dark figure slowly walked away from her, further making Celestine question the strange presence of this silhouette.
Celestine stretched her right hand in return. "H-Hey! Come back!" Celestine quickly followed the dark figure, her white robe becoming more stained with blood as she began to run through the pool of blood.
While running after the figure, Celestine felt her body getting colder each second, her hands shaking due to the harsh temper but Celestine knew she couldn't stop right there. She had to keep going. She had to find out the identity of this puzzling figure and why was the gist of this vision.
In its cold, cruel grip, your spirit broke.
"Wait! Stop! Tell me who you are!" She continued to run after the mysterious being, further becoming curious about the ambiguity of this uncanny stranger.
No escape from the abyss of the night, as Death approaches, his appetite takes flight.
At last, she finally caught up to the dark figure. Her clothes and body were stained in blood, thanks to the pool filled with the vital fluid from the corpses. As Celestine begins to slowly approach the figure, a strange but unnerving sound can be heard from this intruder.
"Khooh Phuur."
Celestine stopped in her tracks as a sense of curiosity was replaced with intense fear. Her face became paler, her heart beating with sheer terror.
He feeds on your fear, your trembling soul. In your grasp, you'll pay the toll.
The dark figure slowly turned to face the pure Goddess in its intimidating presence. Unexpectedly, soft green eyes met the lenses, nothing but soulless dark orbs, nothing but a face, filled with empty emotion and a terrifying sensation.
"Khooh Phuur."
Celestine could have sworn she heard breathing, causing the blonde-haired Goddess of Ken to be further disturbed by the haunting clamor.
Despite the dark intruder's presence, Celestine mustered all the courage she had to ask another question once more. "Ar-Are you with the Dark Elves? Did the Dark Queen of the lands recruit you into her army?"
"Khooh Phuur."
The breathing continued to make Celestine more unnerved, she could her heart pound, matching the rhythm of the sinister breathing from the masked stranger.
"Wh-What do you want from me?! Please! Answer me!" Celestine pleaded to her heart's content.
No light can pierce this Stygian shroud. No prayers can silence Death's mournful crowd.
Finally, the masked figure spoke, answering the Goddess' pleading question.
"Khooh Phuur."
"I am nothing but a message to you." Celestine flinched at the man's voice and the dark tone of his voice.
Celestine became confused by the masked figure's odd words. "Message? What message? What are you trying to do here?!" Celestine questioned.
"Khooh Phuur."
"What will you do if even the closest allies betray you?"
Closest allies? Betraying her? What did this stranger mean by that?
"Khooh Phuur."
"If you think you can end the war with nothing but praying for peace, then you are a fool to believe those speculations."
Celestine was taken aback by that harsh statement. She was a fool? But why?! All she wanted was for her people to live in peace with all the mortals and living beings in her kingdom. She believes that anyone has a bit of good in them. Even if they had committed horrendous acts in the past, she believes that they can change for the better. That includes even the current enemies she and her confidants from The Shield Alliance are battling with at this moment.
There's good in everyone and she will continue to believe in that statement until the day she gets reincarnated in her next life as a Goddess.
"Wh-What do you mean by that?" Celestine asked, feeling bewildered by the masked man's statements.
Suddenly, a throne emerged behind the masked stranger, alarming Celestine as she took a good look at it. Her eyes widened in shock and horror as the throne appeared to be made out of the limbs of the mercenaries.
Human and Orc alike. All dead. Nothing but decaying flesh as the masked stranger took a seat on the throne with the same menacing breathing occurring in the background, further haunting the Goddess.
In one final turn of events, Celestine took one last stare at the masked figure, delivering a final message to the Goddess of the land.
"Khooh Phuur."
"Light blinds you constantly from seeing the ever-growing darkness. Blind is not seeing reality as it is the true nature of every living being."
Before The Goddess of Ken could reply to his message, Celestine saw a red light, her green eyes widened as the light consumed her whole vision.
Nothing but dead silence.
With one final action, Celestine opened up her green eyes, waking up in her bed from an intense dream, with sweat dripping down her white nightgown and rising severe adrenaline began to pump her heart.
Afterward, she releases a scream as it fills her empty bedroom and the halls in her castle, realizing that The Black Dogs might not be the only enemies she has to worry about.
Beware the whispers of Death's chilling moan.
AN: Hello Everyone! This chapter has finally come out! Yes, this story is back now!
Special thanks go to Meraj Alimi (King001) for helping me beta this chapter and for helping with the dialogue at the end of the poem! Special thanks to him for helping with this chapter!
Big thanks go to Fredward01 for also helping beta this chapter and for helping storyboard ideas and to Mustard01 for helping storyboard as well! He's also an author on FFN! Go check out his fics and stories underneath the same username, he also has a Naruto/Spiderman crossover as well!
Another big thanks to another FFN author by the name Multiverse Learner 101 who helped me edit the first five chapters with better grammar and added more in-depth to Vader's character and personality to help him feel more accurate to his mannerisms and dialogue with the other characters! Go check out his fics, such as a Kamen Rider/High School DxD fic he's been writing now!
Lastly, big thanks to Arkhos Tou Aikar who helped with lore for both series, especially when it comes to an infamous series like this but yeah, the help is appreciated here like always!
Thanks again to all these beta readers and authors for helping revive this story once again! Means a lot now!
So yes, I was busy these past days with school but now I have the time to write the stories recently. Also, yes, Vader has his iconic helmet to complete his recognizable appearance, thanks to one of the authors I mentioned earlier in the Author's Note.
The Feoh Arc comes to a closing end in the next chapter with Vader liberating Feoh and the other sister kingdom and he starts to make a name for himself! Also, more characters from the sequel of Kuroinu and minor ones will play a major role later on in the story.
Also, when it comes to Vader's relationships with The Heroines, let's just say he's gonna take a different approach, unlike most MCs in other fics. While I was re-reading a few fics on FFN, I started to realize a similar trend to most, if not, all stories in the Kuroinu Archive Crossover section. Why does the MC forgive the Heroines and let their mistakes pass? Seriously, they just get a slap on the risk and ignore their mistakes like it was nothing.
I mean, I get that yeah, they were violated and yes, it is an unforgivable action that no one should be excused from and deserved the consequences but come on, the only reason this happened is because they allowed it due to not allowing equality and the Heroines kinda being ungrateful, especially since they were incompetent at ruling a kingdom.
That's why Vader here, yes, does feel bad and wants to destroy The Black Dogs, but that doesn't mean he's gonna forgive the girls for their careless mistakes and will not let them off that easily.
So yes, it's portrayed realistic here. Vader will not be a simp to any of these women and will call them out on their crap when he gets the chance. Just wait until he meets Olga, Celestine, or any of the other Heroines/girls, he will not hold back on his words. The ending of this chapter confirms what kind of relationship he'll have with them in the future, along with the conversation he had with Alicia as well.
But anyway, yeah, this chapter overall was fun to write, and allowing Vader to use Force Lightning the first time was a neat addition. Gonna be more exciting when he gets the chance to showcase more powers and abilities in later story arcs. That's gonna be exciting to write later on! Also, anyone seen the recent Ashoka series? It's just giving me further ideas for the fic! Can't wait to see more of Hayden's performance as Anakin/Vader sometime in a future project now!
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