WARNING GRAPHIC AND EXPLICIT MENTIONS OF RAPE, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRECTION.
Cameron was forced to his knees by the Weselton soldiers that had captured his squad who were on the way to commandeer the cannons on the enemy ships. The ice wall had cut off the harbor and blocked the enemy's line of sight from the ships which made it easier to get to the harbor. Unfortunately though as they were approaching the enemy ships, three of them went up in an explosion which caused the troops to go on high alert and find the Arendellian soldiers.
They were stripped of their weapons and kept on the deck on a ship that was the farthest one away from the blown up ships. It seemed that they wanted to detain the guards somewhere they knew was completely surrounded by their forces. The Captain of the ship hadn't said anything to them after he put armed soldiers to watch them, he was more focused on trying to use the cannons to blow a whole into the ice wall Her Majesty had erected. The remaining ships opened fire on single point and even with all of their impressive firepower, the ice held.
The young guard was astonished that their Queen could create something so hard given the state the last time he'd seen her. She was hurt and needed help to stand but even so, her magic was as formidable as ever. When Stonewell had sent the squad to commandeer the ships, he expected there to not be a great many ships since they still needed to create a blockade for any potential reinforcements. However when the squad saw the two dozen ships in their harbor, they had to change priorities.
The main one being to disable as many ships as possible and maybe use some of their cannons against the enemy. That was the plan but when the ships went up in flames unexpectedly, it revealed the Arendellian guards' position and got them captured. Cameron was surprised to see the ships go up in flames and thought that maybe another squad of guards had beaten them to the punch but the squad leader insisted they were the first here.
Which meant that someone else blew those ships up.
There was little doubt that the Weselton Captain thought they were the saboteurs and with them captured, his ships were safe. That being said, Klein heard the Captain order more soldiers to patrol the harbor in case of any stragglers. Another volley of cannon balls went off against the ice wall and when it still showed no effect the Captain of the ship cursed before he turned to his prisoners.
"Tell me how you got past the wall. There's no way you went through it so there must be a secret route that allowed you to get on this side of the wall. If you tell me where it is, I will spare your lives."
The squad leader glared defiantly at the Captain which earned him a split lip from the cross that caught his cheek. The Weselton Captain then pulled out a pistol and put it under the guard's chin.
"Last chance."
The same defiant glare from earlier was the last thing the guard ever did when the flintlock went off and the body fell onto the deck. Cameron closed his eyes at the shot and tried to look away from the dead body in front of him but he felt a harsh grip on his head and shoulder force him to look at it.
"You see that, that is how all of you will end up if you don't give me what I want. I'm sure you have families and loved ones that would want to see you again, don't abandon them. Regardless if we get past the ice wall or not, our main force is already inside, we've likely already taken the populace hostage and are already marching toward the castle. We will offer the chance for your Queen to surrender and if she does, we will spare all of your lives. Wasting your lives here trying to slow down the rear guard is pointless when we've already won."
The harsh grip relented and Klein was able to put his head down and look at the shoes of the Captain in front of him. Blood started to pool under the boots but the officer didn't care as he kneeled down and placed his pistol under the young guard's chin and lifted it up so they were eye to eye. Cameron could see the cold certainty in the man's eyes as he let the words sink in about the situation.
"How old are you, you look too young to be a man. Baby face kid like you probably hasn't even taken his first girl to bed yet haven't you? Are you really going to make me kill you all because you want to be a 'tough' guy? Don't you have parents, how do you think they'd feel if they found out you died not in battle or making a difference. No they would find out you died behind a wall while you other comrades are out there fighting on the front lines. Better yet, they'll learn that this resistance is pointless, we have complete tactical superiority. It's hopeless, the only thing you can do right now is just tell us how to get past this wall and end this conflict quicker and with fewer loss of life."
Klein tried to keep the fear out of his expression but he could see himself in the reflection of the man's cold black eyes. The guard's face was absolutely terrified as he looked this soulless killer in the eyes. A small part of his mind wanted him to tell the guy what he wanted to know but the thoughts of his comrades in arms fighting for their homes kept his mouth shut. Cameron knew the situation and could see that there were some very huge odds stacked against them, yet Stonewell gave him an assignment and said that it would help turn the tide.
The guard was honored that the old man would give him such an important task and swore to himself he would do his best. Yet here he was, already captured after not being able to do a single thing. It made him feel pathetic, like he was just useless. All that training Edward put him through and it was going to end like this, him dying without accomplishing anything? He wanted to live, he wanted to do better, he wanted to be the hero his little sister thought he was.
Cameron wanted all of these things but it looked like he wouldn't get the chance.
There was only one thing he could do.
The young guard took a deep breath and let his final thoughts be about his little sister. "I'm not going to tell you anything." An irritated expression crossed the Captain's face as he primed the flintlock and pressed it harder into the guard's chin. Cameron closed his eyes and waited for the sound of the pistol going off but he heard a large 'boom' go off to his right.
Opening his eyes, he saw that the ship next to them had gone up in flames. Everyone's attention was stolen by the sudden explosion and Klein felt the pistol lower itself from his chin. In that moment, a single sentence rang out in his head.
There will always be an opportune moment if you're open to it.
The young guard saw the opportunity and before he could think of the consequences that would most likely make him stay where he was, his body moved. His hands grabbed the pistol before he placed his thumb of flintlock mechanism to keep it from engaging as he trapped the Captain's forefinger in the trigger well and with a twist of his hands, the officer's finger broke and the guard had him with an arm across his neck and a pistol to his head.
The Weselton soldiers all turned back to him and pointed their rifles at the pair but made no move as Cameron backed up far enough so he could keep them all in his sights. While he was proud of quick thinking, his mind went into panic mode trying to figure out what his next move was. He had the Captain as a hostage so maybe he could force them to let his squad go but the deep chuckle coming from his captive unnerved him.
"How the tables have turned. Here I was thinking you were just a kid but now it seems you've actually gone and grown a pair. Too bad you don't know to plan ahead, tell me, now that've you taken me hostage, what now? You're completely surrounded, there will be more men coming to investigate the explosion and you're home is still under attack. All you've done now is made yourself a target for the men on my ship. You think I'm the only Captain in this invasion, there are plenty more all carrying out their orders."
Klein tried to keep the traitorous thoughts of fear from crippling his mind as he hardened his face and barked toward the soldiers. "Release my squad, now!"
The Weselton soldiers eyed one another but held their current aim. The Weselton Captain was cradling his hand but chuckled before he spoke.
"Or what?"
The young guard's answer was to tighten his grip on the officer's neck and push the barrel harder into the side of his head. The implication caused a few of the soldier's to nervously shift their weight from one foot to another while the Captain remained calm.
"You'll shoot me? I'm curious, have you ever killed before? I'm not talking about shooting at people far away, no, I'm talking about looking someone in the eye and knowing that the eyes you're staring at will become forever vacant because of you. It is such a subtle change that most don't notice it unless they're this close, to see that glimmer of life be snuffed out is powerful. All that person could be or was meant to be is cut off right then and there, everything they did in their life leading up to the singular point of their life coming to an end because of someone else."
The officer canted his neck to look at Klein in the eyes and held his stare as he spoke. "Do you have what it takes to cause that change? I don't think you do, I can tell just by looking at you that you're still a kid who believes in heroes and you want to be one but at the end of the day you're just a weak child who put on that uniform without coming to terms he might have to kill someone. You see me and my men, we know why we put on our uniforms, we've known that victory must be achieved against witchcraft. We are the heralds that foretell of the day where the devil's magic will be eradicated. Your Queen is a devil in human skin and will eventually cause ruin for the world. We will not allow her to continue threatening humanity, so we are willing to do whatever it takes to ensure victory."
The Weselton Captain turned to his soldiers and nodded. They all hesitated for a moment but nodded back to him and Klein could see them all placing their hands in the trigger wells, preparing to fire. At that moment, he knew what they planned and was about to shout at them to wait but was too late as a volley of gunshots filled the air.
Anna saw the red lightning in the trees dim before a fluttering sound came from above them. Sven must've heard it first as he jumped to the side in order to dodge an unknown pink blur swooping down from the trees above them. The mass flapped its wings to avoid hitting the ground and quickly flew in the path of the reindeer causing him to stop. The rock trolls behind them also were halted in their advance as they unfurled themselves to look at the newcomer.
The redhead could describe the creature in front of her as an evil looking version of fairies she read about in books. The creature's neck was long and its head was small and round with a fanged smile that encompassed the width of the head. Its ears were horizontally parallel from the ground and were covered in pink and white feathers. The red beady pupil less eyes were haunting given its face. Its body was slender and covered with pink feathers with thin long arms with very sharp claws on each hand. Its feet were raised so its knees were against its abdomen and Anna could see a pink pair of wings coming from its lower back.
The monster in front of them turned its head to look at all of them individually as it flapped its wings and remained in midair before it zeroed in on Kristoff who had his mouth agape in shock.
"Well aren't you a large fellow, tell me are you large all over."
The creature's voice seemed to echo to the mountain man as he heard from her than in his mind and then from his bones. His whole body was resonating with her voice that he almost lost himself to it but the tight grip on his waist from his wife blunted the vibrations and cleared his mind. He remembered what happened with Garen and the others, their minds were being messed with by a woman who had skin and eyes like Edward and that Envy guy. Looking at the thing in front of him, he guessed that he was looking at another Sin.
The creature's face tilted to the side as it could tell that its voice wasn't having the desired effect on the man as it did the others. It looked over the ice harvester's shoulders to the redhead who was glaring at it and guessed that their marriage must've really been based on love. That made the creature feel a pang of regret as it realized that it wouldn't be able to use the man to just capture the Princess without a fuss.
"Looks like you found yourself a loyal partner Princess, anyone who hears my voice that isn't devoted to their love of another person would become my puppet but it seems that won't work on him. What a pity, guess that only leaves the hard way."
Anna looked like she had a retort ready but it didn't come as the creature flapped her wings and tried to take a swipe at them. Sven hopped away in time as the pink harpy's claws scratched up the spot they were just at. Some of the trolls scattered and surrounded the creature then produced vine ropes and tried to pin it down but missed as another flap of its wings sent the monster in the air.
With the little reprieve they had, Bulda turned toward her son and pointed in the direction of Arendelle. "You two hurry to help Her Majesty, we'll keep this thing at bay." The married couple nodded and Sven turned to race back toward Arendelle but the telltale sound of fluttering honed in on them. The reindeer tried to dodge to avoid it but he did it too early and a clawed hand wrapped itself around her waist and ripped her from the ground.
"ANNA!"
Kristoff's panicked yell reached the ears of the two who were in the sky well above the trees. The redhead's first reaction was to struggle and fight against the grip but when she realized how high she was, she wisely stayed very still and let herself be held by the harpy who had that same fanged grin on her face. The wind blew very high up here and Anna almost enjoyed the feeling of being up here except for the fact of who her company was.
"Just you and me now, Your Highness."
The redhead tilted her chin up and showed she wasn't afraid as she spoke in a strong tone. "Who are you and what do you want?"
The creature tilted its head to the side before it wrapped its legs around the woman's waist then let go with its arms so they were free. It then raised a hand and gently cupped Anna's cheek and tugged her to move closer to its head. The Princess remained still as the creature's head brushed her cheek until she felt sharp fangs against her ear.
"My name is Lust and what I want, is you."
The way the Sin whispered in her ear made her body shudder in a way that was achingly pleasurable but her mind reminded her of who she was dealing with. Anna knew that this creature had turned Garen and the other guards into puppets somehow. Given her namesake and the way her body reacted to the voice, the redhead guessed that Lust used the lustful feelings of others to make them her puppets. Why it didn't work on her or Kristoff, she didn't know but was happy it did.
"Whatever for?"
The pink harpy like creature pulled her head back and fixed her eyes on the barely restrained gust of disgust coming from the blue eyes of her captive. She knew now that the ice harvester was immune to her voice due to his love for the Princess but she still wanted to see if the royal reciprocated those feelings. It seemed that the two of them were genuine lovers, all the more regretful given what her orders were.
"I've been tasked with your capture and delivery to ensure Arendelle's surrender. Please refrain from resisting me as it is difficult to fly and hold someone at the same time. Besides, the sooner you surrender, the less lives will be wasted."
Lust flapped her wings and the two were now flying down to the village. From how high she was, she could see the ships over the ice wall that were in the harbor as well as a formation of ships that were further out at sea. Past the formation she could see even more ships coming and she began to realize how outnumbered they were. Turning back to the village, she could see the many fires that broke out and blanketed the capitol in smoke. The redhead's heart sank as she realized how many people must've died, innocent people who had done nothing wrong.
What really made her sick was that it wasn't even just another kingdom that feared Elsa's powers or just wanted Arendelle for themselves. No, with Lust being here, it proved that mysterious Father person had a hand in this. He had already sent that monster Envy after her sister and had caused Edward as well as Garret a lifetime of pain. Now he was hurting innocent people because of his stupid grudge over getting his heart frozen when Elsa wasn't even born?!
Those thoughts forced the next set of words out of the redhead's mouth.
"You monsters, there are people there who haven't done anything wrong and you're attacking them because your coward of a Father is afraid of getting his heart frozen!"
Lust ignored the Princess and kept flying toward the village.
"All of you Sins may seem powerful and probably look down on the rest of us, but I know that all of you are just scared children trying to please their parent! You don't have the courage to want something for yourself and think your own thoughts because if you did then you'd see what you've done is wrong."
The Lascivious Sin continued to remain silent.
"Hell, maybe you don't care that what you're doing is wrong. If that's the case then you're all really monsters that have no hearts! Humans may make mistakes from time to time but at least we try to do better and can actually grow. At least we have hearts that allow us to feel compassion and love for others! You're just soulless monsters that only know how to take from others, having no idea how they felt or-"
That last line struck a heart string that Lust had buried deep down that she didn't think it was possible for someone to mess with. The harpy like creature halted her flight and brought Anna close to her face so she could screech at the top of her lungs.
"You don't know anything about me!"
The redhead promptly shut her mouth as Lust looked on the verge of tearing her into pieces despite being told to capture her.
"You have no idea what I've been through. You say that I'm soulless and have no idea how I felt before I became this way? Well how about I tell you what my life was like before I became this."
The way Lust spoke made Anna grow curious. She knew how much Edward had anguished over what Wrath had done and as she was venting and cursing at Lust, she forgot that he was forced into this life. It just now occurred to her that maybe the same had happened to the others. The harpy still looked downright furious but she took a few moments to breathe before altering their course and landing on a ridge that oversaw Arendelle. She let Anna go near the edge and landed behind her so that the Princess had no way of running without getting past her.
As the redhead took a moment to get used to being back on the ground, Lust felt her mind split in two and started to argue with themselves. One side of her wondered why the hell she cared about what this little girl thought of her especially when she knew nothing, while the other side of her demanded she make the redhead understand.
Lust had heard about Anna of Arendelle from different kingdoms, a feisty Princess who was fearless in her pursuit to go after the Snow Queen. She wasn't nearly as famous as Elsa but many dignitaries and traders had seen how far she was willing to go for her sister. It was also told that she was a beauty to look at and that many suitors have sought out her hand only to be denied at every turn. Hearing all that made Lust believe that Anna must've been some stuck up royal who wanted only the very best but upon seeing Kristoff, her opinion changed.
Her abilities were absolute, they affected the pleasure centers of the brain and made her the object of anyone's desire. The effect was dampened by those who knew about it and those who actually found love. Their feelings of lust could be stoked and she could in theory entrance someone who was barely on the cusp of loving another but being deeply in love with another made the effect worthless.
As if you love someone truly and deeply enough, you'll put them first before your own pleasure.
Anna being able to resist Lust's voice made her feel that this Princess wasn't as stuck up as she originally thought. The Sin should've seen it earlier, the redhead truly believed in the power of love and had a large amount of it, according to the rumors about her. That made the harpy curious, she wondered if they had changed places, would Rin be like Anna and vise versa? It was this thought that made her want to make the redhead understand why she was who she was.
There were days where she hoped she'd wake up at death's door. To be told by some deity or the grim reaper himself that she had died and now is awaiting judgement. To her, she didn't care if she went to heaven or hell, both were preferable to the life she was being forced to endure.
It was that familiar sound of the chain that connected to her collar that revealed that she hadn't died yet and it was just another day. She had been taken when she was in her midteens from a village that these soldiers invaded. The memory was so long ago that it was a struggle to remember, all she got were glimpses of a farmland in the countryside. She had flashes of a man and woman that she saw everyday, their faces being blanked out due to her memory being overridden by her daily nightmares.
They had used her more times then she cared to count, it became easier to just let them have their fun and stop resisting. Some of them didn't like that and beat her until she tried to fight back, it was a pitiful act but she put it up to avoid as much pain as possible.
She rolled over onto her knees as she sat up. Her entire body was covered in bruises but her lower body was the one that throbbed the most. The men had taken their turns with her and when they were satisfied, they left her bound to the post that was in the middle of camp. They never even provided her with a tent, they'd let her sleep outside with the elements as they slept soundly a night.
Her clothing consisted of rags that she herself had picked up from the burnt villages but as time went on and the soldiers kept ripping her clothes, she mainly used it to hide from the rain. Her hair had twigs and leaves mixed with mud smeared in it that the rain helped wash away but it still couldn't wash off the grime from her tormentors' hands.
She was utterly and completely broken, sapped of the strength to even kill herself. They had beaten her thoroughly after the first few attempts, she was a shell, a soulless ghost in a body that was being kept alive for the pleasure of others. She had no reason to live, just a never ending cycle of waking then enduring the pain.
One of the soldiers however, gave her hope.
The only man who showed her even a sliver of mercy and decency that she all but forgot existed. He had told her once his name was James and whenever it was his turn, he'd feed her and give her a reprieve. Other soldiers saw this and tried to take his turn but James was very protective, he killed any who tried. The leader of the soldiers didn't seem to care, she even saw him look amused at the bloodshed.
However, she soon learned that there were limits to what he allowed.
The leader would only allow James to defend his claim when it was only his turn. After that, if James attacked anyone during their turn, would the leader step in. The leader was a monster among men, he handled James as if he was a child, threw him around a lot but never killed him. He would deem it a waste of good talent to kill someone who could kill trained killers over a barren whore. James fought valiantly but after enough times, it was apparent that he couldn't stop what happened daily.
James would be sent out to scout and would leave the main camp for weeks at a time which resulted in her situation becoming worse until her spirit broke. The only thoughts that would go through her mind was which man preferred her to pretend to resist and which one just wanted his turn.
This went on for years, there had been other girls who couldn't take the abuse and eventually killed themselves or were slaughtered by the soldiers when they went too far.
Only she alone endured.
Through every campaign, every battle, and every slaughter, she saw it all. These beasts dressed in a man's skin. She didn't bat an eye when they returned home and turned on one another in a war that lasted for years. During that time, she spent most of her time untouched. There was too much for even them to take a few moments to fuck their toy.
She awoke one day to the repetitive sounds of fighting that she had grown accustomed to. There could be two men killing each other three feet from her and she wouldn't get up, only watch impassively for the victor to take his prize.
However today was different, the soldiers that had her the most seemed scared of something. They were running around panicking trying to gather their items and retreat, all the while fighting at the same time. She didn't care, she remained where she was, apparently she wasn't important enough to unchain and drag with them.
As she stood there amidst the blood, the dirt, and the flames; a gentle pair of hands found her. Their soft touch could only belong to James as he unlocked her collar and tried to carry her to safety. They were being pursued and eventually captured.
She woke up on a cold table, next to her was James fighting to free himself from his bonds. The echoing footsteps of the man who would haunt her future nightmares reached her ears as he stood over her. His glasses glinted in the candlelight and hid his eyes but when he leaned down so he could look her in the eyes, it was then she was the usual blood red eyes gazing impassively into hers.
"You wish for her to become Lust? She seems far too frail for such an undertaking."
Another set of footsteps echoed in the room as James' struggles doubled as he saw who just walked in. Asger the Crusher, the man who had repeatedly beaten and watched his soldiers take advantage of her, walked in with a different air about him. He walked to her other side and gazed at her with an inquisitive look that didn't belong in the eyes of a beast.
"Despite her appearance, she will do. Her spirit has been broken and she will not resist the process. Besides that, her primary purpose will be to manage Gluttony, he will likely resist but ultimately succumb when he realizes she is with us."
What they were talking about made no sense to her at all and the man above her wearing a doctor-like coat nodded before he went over to a pair of pedestals in the room. Each of them glowed with an unnatural color flame, one being pink and the other being a darker orange color. The man held a hand and the pink flame went out before a red stone rushed into his hand. He turned around and walked back over to her before he held it out to her.
She watched the red stone turn into black sand and spill out of his hand all over her. She closed her mouth and eyes as it washed over her face but that was when she felt it.
The sand ignored her attempts to keep it out and forced its way into any opening it could find. As soon as it entered her body, every single one of her nerves erupted into pain as she felt her body breakdown all at once. She screamed louder than she had ever before, the previous years of rape not being able to hold a candle to the agony she was in now. She wanted it to stop so bad, she tried begging for death but all she could do was scream. It went on and on for what seemed like forever, her screams never once ceasing as if she had an infinite supply of air.
While her body was being broken down, her mind was taken elsewhere. The dark abyss that she usually hid in to block out her daily trauma became a lot deeper as she fell into it. Finally she hit the bottom and she had new surroundings. The new room she was in looked to be a dungeon of some kind. There were manacles and chains lining the stone walls and the only door out being made out of solid steel with bars on the small window in it. Despite there being no light, she could see the room perfectly, its old stone structure had cracks in it and was cold to her bare feet.
The only thing that was out of place was the bed, it was a nice lavished bed that looked able to hold a small family in comfortably. Such a sight called out to her while her body was engulfed in agony. She padded over to the bed and the moment she made contact with it, bliss filled her mind. Desperately wanting more, she jumped into the bed and rolled in it, reveling in the feelings that it brought out from her.
So overcome with a sense of bliss that had escaped her for so long, she didn't realize there were manacles on the bed posts and as soon as she got comfortable, they reached out and shackled her hands and feet. She instantly struggled against her bonds yet they wouldn't yield in the slightest. As she struggled, the door to the room opened and a featureless figure walked into the room.
It said nothing and strided over to the bed before crawling into it and looming over her. It reached out with a hand and the moment it made contact with her skin, all of her rapists somehow took form in the figure in front of her. The earlier bliss that she experienced caused her to regress back into a livelier state and for once, she genuinely struggled to prevent what was about to happen.
She thrashed and pleaded for them to not do it again but the manacles only got tighter and a cloth from the bed wrapped itself around her head silencing her. All she could do now was sit there and watch as the figure spread her legs and positioned itself at her opening. She looked away and tried to close herself off as much as she could but it didn't stop that familiar defiling feeling from filling her up and causing her to scream.
Somehow, it felt as though this was the first time she'd ever been defiled and all the pain that she first felt came back amplified by the number of rapists she had over the years. It was downright excruciating agony that made her beg for death through the cloth in her mouth. When she realized she would get none, she tried to go to the dark abyss of her mind and endure it but this place forced her to remain aware of every minute detail.
So all she did was look up at the ceiling and hope it would all be over soon.
That was when she realized, that there was someone else in the room. Above her was a harpy like creature hovering just above the pair in the bed. The figure didn't seem to notice as the creature leaned its long neck down and stopped until the two were face to face.
"Do you want it to stop?"
Hope flared into her chest and she nodded frantically. The demonic-like creature started to look like an angel in her eyes. However, the harpy's face had a somewhat sad look in it.
"I can grant your wish to make it stop but doing so will mean that you'll never feel anything again."
It was in that moment that she understood, the angel was offering her the death she had asked for earlier. She was fine with the outcome and still nodded her head, ignorant of the sad thoughts that bounced around her angel's head as it thought about everything that she had yet to experience. However, she had said yes so her angel was forced to do what it offered.
The harpy turned into that black sand and gently wafted inside her and all at once, the pain stopped. She looked down and could still see the figure thrusting into her with the same savagery that all the others had but the repulsive ripples of feeling were blunted. She then felt a small bud of pleasure begin to build from her lower lips. It was impossible for her to actually enjoy her being forced, yet the pleasure began to build.
Her body had shut down yet the feeling persisted and her consciousness felt as it had taken a back seat. She watched her body moan into the cloth and actually move its hips to match the thrusts of her rapist. It was a sickening sight but soon the featureless figure got greedy and undid the cloth to hear her body speak in an aroused tone.
"Please...give me more...I want you, all of you…"
As if it stoked the desires of all her rapists at once, the figure indulged her request, unaware that the manacles on her arms and legs had loosened until she released herself. She grabbed the figure around the neck and brought it closer and clashed lips with it. Her tongue darted in the mouth of all her rapists and she completely dominated the exchange. In a whirl of movement, her body was on top with her moving her hips to provide more pleasure. In a sick twisted way it looked like the dance of lovers but the figure missed the predatory grin that spread on the woman's face.
Her hands were untracked by her rapists and she laid them on the figure's abdomen before her fingers turned to claws and sank into the body. All pleasure for her rapists evaporated in that moment and excruciating pain took its place. She didn't separate their lips so she could see up close the fear and pain that was in all their eyes as they desired to push her off. Yet try as they might, their body wouldn't listen to them, the pleasure from her hips dropping her lower lips onto their members paralyzed them.
With that, she took her time digging around inside their body. She ripped every single organ she could find, all the while giving her prey just enough pleasure to remain docile in her grip but not enough to drown out all the pain she inflicted. She could see in their eyes that they wanted to die and when she felt their teeth on her tongue, she guessed they realized why she was kissing them.
She wanted to make sure they didn't bite off their tongue.
This continued until she hollowed out her quarry and could tell that they all had long since died in the bed. Still though, she continued to bounce her hips trying to finish herself off with the corpse she just made. The orgasm she felt now was soul shattering, her whole body shook as the figure underneath her evaporated into black dust and went up her lower lips as if it was a man's essence. She sat there drunk off the pleasure until the angel's voice sounded in her ear again.
"Such a feeling is fleeting but intoxicating, in life you might've found this but now it is too late. You've surrendered your body to me, and now your soul won't feel anything ever again, you may now pass on."
She was grateful for the last gift she received, to see the face of her tormentors in pain while she got off on her own pleasure was beautifully yet tragically ironic. It didn't change the fact that the concept of intimacy has long been destroyed to her, but it was enough for her to let go and pass on. All of her memories, her body, everything she had she gave to her angel who took it all with the exception of her soul.
Her angel showed mercy and allowed her to pass on while it remained and experienced her life through her eyes. Everything that Rin had given up, she gave to Lust who felt all of it so strongly that the Sin desired to get payback for everything that had happened.
Rin had died, killed by the men who made her nothing but a plaything.
Lust had been born, ready to hunt those beasts and prevent it from ever happening again.
Lust watched Anna's face morphed from curiosity to horror as she told her story. On a fundamental level, the Sin knew that the real Rin had died but the memories and feelings of the deceased did not wane in the slightest. In fact, they became stronger, much stronger than when Rin was alive.
Lust's twisted last kindness had given Rin enough spirit to engrain herself in the Sin. Now, the harpy felt that she was just the embodiment of the desire to get payback of all those bastards that used Rin.
And she did.
When she awoke and was sworn to Father's service, she found all the men that used her and did to them the same she did to the figure in her dungeon. Seeing all their faces at once on the featureless figure was good practice for the real thing. The men had felt so relieved when she would stroll up to them and they thought they could use her for a good time but they were wrong.
One by one, she left them as hollowed out corpses and finished herself off with their dead corpse before moving onto the next one. Each orgasm she felt was as satisfying as the last. Gluttony eventually found out her little hobby and killed the rest before she could get to them in an attempt to 'save her soul' but it was too late. The damage to her mind was done and the sick pleasure she got from it was addicting. She started to branch out, her senses seemed able to pick out the worse of the worst and she indulged in her perverse practice.
It went on and on, even after leaving Blackdust. Never once did she ever consider what she was doing was wrong until one day she encountered the first earnest innocent man besides James. He was some dock worker, always working and barely getting enough sleep. His wife had left him and he had a pair of kids to take care of. He worked hard and tried being the best father he could but his kids were forced to grow up quickly given the measly income he would bring in.
One day, she spotted him at a tavern and thought she could have her fun as she watched him throwback bottle after bottle looking quite upset over something. It was easy to get him in a bed with her and when she asked him for his darkest secrets, readying herself to hollow him out, he confessed that he didn't know how to confront his children and tell them he lost his job. It threw her off and gave him the chance to explain that the company he worked for had learned he was a foreigner and cut him off to make room for natives. He went on telling her that he didn't mind all the name calling and abuse he would receive from being a foreigner as long as it got him paid but now he didn't know what to do.
Seeing his desperation and loss of spirit reminded her of Rin and Lust took pity on him. She let him vent his worries and lulled him into a deep sleep before she paid the harbormaster a visit. She didn't sleep with him, she would've killed him if she had, instead she put him in a trance and got him to pay the dock worker a severance that was more than generous enough for him to get on with his life.
Gluttony had asked her why she had decided to spend the effort but Lust kept that to herself. She knew that she wasn't Rin anymore and that humans, the males at least needed to be educated but she couldn't deny that there were some good ones out there. It made what she was doing all the more regrettable but James was the best man she's ever known, if he believed what they were doing was right then she did too.
"Still think I'm soulless?"
She tried to have a snarky smirk on her face but it was bitter, reliving those memories was painful. Rin's abuse was so ingrained in her that she was able to experience how much it hurt as if it was the first time over and over.
Anna looked completely lost, her earlier accusations echoed in her mind and she wished she could take them back. Not so she wouldn't have gotten to know the harpy's history, she knew that her words must've truly hurt the Sin for her to take the time to tell her all this. In the redhead's mind, she honestly couldn't blame Lust for what she was doing.
Like Edward and Wrath, she was also a victim. One that had been through more than enough and the sick twisted irony of how she killed screamed how scarred her mind must be. The redhead could tell that under the layers of bitterness and faux seduction, there was pain there.
"I'm...sorry, I shouldn't have said-"
"That I'm a monster, well you're right. I've been a monster from the beginning, yet you humans are even worse over the most trivial matters. Look there…" Lust gestured to Arendelle and the ships in the harbor.
"All of this happened because of one man's greed. We may have played our part but the driving force behind this was the will of a man who wanted a kingdom. Hans failed when he tried to take yours and was forced to take his own. Then to maintain it, he had to get rid of the threat that was looming over the horizon; your sister."
The redhead whirled around and instantly leapt to her sister's defense. "Elsa would never attack anyone unprovoked!" The reaction only caused the harpy to chuckle.
"Who cares if she would or wouldn't, the fact remains that he tried before and failed which has gotten him a negative opinion in her eyes. His kingdom relies on the alliance that she is also a part of and because of that negative view, she would eventually gather support for the purpose of excommunicating the Southern Isles. To prevent that and maintain his kingdom, he must remove her as a threat."
"But he started it! He tried to kill us!"
Lust's tone wasn't mocking in the slightest, only informative, as she knew that sooner or later; the Princess would see her point. "You're right he did, but be honest, do you really believe your sister would tolerate Hans being the King of a kingdom that is so close to hers? It wouldn't take him much to gather a sizable force and invade…"
The harpy gestured to the burning capitol. "...as you can plainly see. That's why you all need to be educated, you humans don't know better. You fight over the most trivial things and can't help your base instincts from ruling your emotions. Imagine what you could accomplish if all of you as a whole decided to work together instead of apart."
Lust expected the redhead's face to fill with doubt but instead there was defiance in her eyes as she spoke next.
"Like you and the rest of the Sins?"
That single sentence halted the tangent that the harpy was going on about. Father and Talib expressed how ignorant and weak humans were compared to them and lamented how much they could achieve if they came together. Yet if she really thought about it, the seven of them weren't all on the same page.
Wrath had gone missing, Greed had killed Envy, Sloth had her own agendas, Pride was uncontrollable, and Gluttony expressed defiance in the face of the alchemist that made them.
They were divided and yet here she was just accusing that humans needed to be educated because they couldn't get over their differences. Her and the others were no different, each of them had their own desires for being who they were yet were forced by Talib to carry out Father's plan.
Lust remembered her part to play, she may have slept with scores of men but she was no harlot. She hunted and killed the scum in the world so someone like Rin wouldn't exist again, that was her reason for being. She remembered selling herself to that wretched weasel of a man so that he could convince his King to send troops to support this invasion.
Entertaining that man made her feel dirty, she couldn't fight back or kill the little man despite how much she wanted to. She almost wished she was chained to the bed so that she could at least say she was forced. But no, Father expressly told her to target the Duke and sleep with him so she could adequately alter his mind. Doing so required her to participate with him, all the while she listened to every dark little thought in his head.
Turns out the Duke knew a great many secrets about many people in Weselton. Secrets that people would do anything to make sure he never spoke about. From servant girls to nobles with young daughters and wives, a sufficient payment kept him silent.
How she wanted to make his death a violent work of art that even Talib would be appalled at.
Yet she didn't, she did what she was told. Then as if some higher power wasn't done punishing her, Talib threw a temper tantrum and took it out on her and Gluttony. She wished he killed them a few times, physical pain was nothing to a Sin. No, to really hurt one of them, you targeted their heart and soul.
The alchemist, in his twisted yet somehow infinite wisdom, knew the best way to hurt her and remind her that she reported to him, he put her back into that dungeon where Rin had died. She was manacled to the bed once again and another featureless figure entered the room to have its way with her. She tried to release herself and tempt the figure but this time there was no such luck. Somehow someway, Talib altered the figure and made it completely immune to the seduction, he also altered her so that not a scrap of pleasure would be felt by her.
Just the pain of a small woman taking something far too large for her first time without any stimulation or her muscles adjusting to the intrusion.
It happened with every thrust, like it was on repeat, the pain wouldn't cease or get easier to bear. When she tried to acclimate to it, the pain only got worse and worse, it was always enough to make her struggle and whimper hoping that Talib would stop.
That was the monster who would make the world a better place. She told herself that and said that Gluttony agreed so she should too but in the back of her mind there was doubt. She was smart enough not to mention it or even act like it was there but it always was. In the beginning, she had to remind Gluttony they weren't who they used to be and what they were doing was right but now if it weren't for the Voracious Sin's repeated assurances…
No, I can't be thinking about this. I need to get her to Arendelle.
Anna could see the doubt in the harpy's eyes and decided to press her advantage. "You say that we need to be taught better but tell me the truth, has what you've been taught absolutely right? Who gets to decide what's right and wrong, what makes Father right and the rest of us wrong? You say that we could be doing so much more if we learned more, but what have you learned since being born? Wrath had nothing when he first got here. He said that he was loyal to Father and that he was right yet deep down he knew that he was just a caged animal. He was guilt ridden over the things he's done, suffered tremendously for them and was blamed for crimes that weren't even his fault. Yet now, he's smiling, he's learned to live life the way he wants to. He's found people that he cherishes and that cherish him also and value him for what he truly is. Tell me; if James was alive, the one who fought to protect Rin and tried to show her that she was still cherished by him, would he really want you to force yourself to chain yourself to a cause that you yourself don't want to do?"
Lust tried to tune out the redhead's words but they made sense. She hated the savage men that humanity no doubt still had but she had traveled extensively. As many as she killed, the number wasn't nearly as big as the remaining people in the world. The dark side of her mind could say that that was more reason for her to go along with Father's plan as he would educate them and get rid of the problem as a whole but the doubt in her head wondered about the remnants she traveled with, the ones she was ordered to protect.
They were monsters as well, they killed, raped, and pillaged innocent villages. She was told to protect them until she was assigned somewhere else, if Father could condone their actions, what guarantee did she have that after everyone had been educated, it still wouldn't happen?
The more she thought about it the more her doubts began to pick at her brain. She wanted confirmation, that the world would be better but asking for such an assurance from the alchemist made her heart stop. She didn't want to go back to that dungeon again, the scars were still fresh on her mind.
"...I can't. You were right about one thing, I don't have the courage to want something for myself, if I did, then maybe I could do what I really want."
Lust spoke in a final and defeated tone that told the redhead that while she may agree with what was said, she still had her orders. The harpy moved to take Anna again but a large shadow eclipsed the two of them before a large hand wrapped around the Sin. Lust immediately fought against the grip but was physically weaker than the other Sins and when she tried to slash at the white substance to get the hand to release her, her claws only sank into it before hitting a hard surface. It didn't take long for her to deduce that the white substance was snow as she was brought to eye level with a giant behemoth of snow that glared at her.
Marshmallow's eyes grew blue as he yelled in the same tone that he reserved for anyone he was angry toward.
"NO HURT MOMMA'S SISTER!"
Three Blackdust ships were sailing in formation toward Arendelle when they noticed the smoke along the horizon. The Captain of the lead ship called for their passenger to come out and see for herself what was happening. Lilian walked out the quarters she'd been assigned and made her way to the wheel as the Captain pointed ahead of them.
"My lady, there seems to be a disturbance of some kind in the distance. I know you wished to hurry to Arendelle as soon as possible to retrieve your fiance but might I suggest we take a detour?"
The woman was about to agree when she heard one of the crew men shout that there was someone drifting on a pile of wood ahead of them. They immediately went to retrieve the drifter and upon bringing him abroad, they recognized that he was Arendellian based on the insignia on his uniform. He was quickly brought to the ship's doctor and after a quick check, it was revealed that he was still alive with just non life threatening injuries.
Lilian took a few moments to stare at the soldier before toward the horizon where the smoke originated from. "Captain, isn't Arendelle in that direction?"
"Yes my lady."
The woman's eyes immediately hardened as the implications of what could have happened dawned on everyone on board.
"Tell our ships to prepare for battle and keep a close eye on our guest. The minute he awakens, I want him questioned about what caused him to be left adrift." The Captain nodded and went to go about his orders. While he may have been the Captain of the ship, he knew that Lilian was to be wed to the King's right hand. He knew that she was brought to Blackdust before the civil war erupted and that she was an integral part in Alrick's victory.
While she may not have been as powerful as the rumored Snow Queen of Arendelle, Lilian had been trained to use her Elemental abilities by her late father. That coupled with battle experience that came with fighting a war for five years made her a force to not be trifled with.
Wow such a long update, I'm sorry guys, I'm finally back in the states and I'm trying to get my groove back. Good news for you guys, my wifi sucks so I can't really play online games and since my car is in another state I can't drive around so all I can really do is Netflix, eat, sleep, and continue this fanfic. I've been sitting on this for a while and thought it could've gone a few ways but i'm ok with how it turned out.
Hope you guys enjoyed learning more about Lust and the surprise appearance of Marshmallow. Stay tuned for the next few chapters, the war is still ongoing even if there is a temporary truce, especially with the arrival of Lilian.
As always, don't be afraid to pm me or review and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Have a nice one and stay tuned.