TRIGGER WARNING!!! This chapter contains torture, sexual assault, MORE TORTURE, and a SHITLOAD of gore. Viewer discretion is advised!
Ahoy Taters welcome to Chapter 9 Of Wrath Of A Fallen Hero! I'm sorry to say that this chapter is going to be a dark one.
But it had to be done because I had to showcase Vault's growing madness and the consequences of Vault descending deeper into madness.
And I just can't have Ben win all the time with no consequences whatsoever.
He's gotta suffer some downsides ya know?
Though I DO have some good news, in this chapter Michelle Pantielle dies and his death is GLORIOUS! I know some of you have been wanting to see him die a horrible death.
Now onto the chapter!
Celestine found herself amidst streets that reeked of blood and sex as if the smells of a slaughterhouse and a brothel had mixed together.
The conflicting smells were burrowing into her nose and down her throat making her tongue curl in disgust.
She was in the streets of what she recognized as the slums of Ansur, where buildings were squat one story structures with one or two rooms at most and made out of chipped, beaten down eroded stone with moldy straw roofs.
Plenty of the buildings had blood splatters the size of horse heads and sexual fluids running down them with arrows imbedded in them as in the background she could hear the thirsting laughter of merciless Orcs, Cruel Goblins and Sadistic Men who were just as evil as their monster allies.
As she also heard the crying, screaming and pleas for mercy of dozens of women, The Goddess Reborn shivered as her dread from her surroundings horrific stimuli horrified her like roaches crawling under her skin.
"This-th-this must be another vision." She stuttered out and with some effort she forced herself to start walking her bare feet stepping in blood as well as fluids she didn't want to dwell on.
When she turned a corner she gasped, her breath leaving her lungs as if she had been punched in the gut, her eyes watered as she wanted so desperately to use a memory wipe spell on herself.
For in front of her was a pile of women, maybe over two dozen who were all naked. Not only had they been clearly violated by the Black Dogs, with blood and semen leaking from their womanhoods but they had the name of the Hero of Feoh carved into their body several times.
Ben Tennyson.
Ben Tennyson.
Ben Tennyson.
Ben Tennyson.
It was carved into their breasts, their butts, their arms and legs, their backs and their face and what made it worse is that a few of the wounds even had semen on them.
The women had tears trailing down their faces, the pile of violated mutilated women's tears forming a literal pool of grief and Celestine fell to her knees.
The Goddess Reborn felt her stomach do four cartwheels before she emptied its contents onto the ground.
Bleurrrrrgh rekk rekk rekk* After puking she hacked and reached thrice before she tossed her head back and let out a scream like a little girl who just saw her parents die.
"I'm sorry my subjects!" Wailed Celestine. "I'm sorry that I failed to protect you!"
She punched the ground, once, twice, thrice her breathing becoming ragged and just when she thought it couldn't get any worse…
"No, get away from me you fat fat pig!" The voice of a familiar Pinkette pierced her eardrums like a poisonous arrow.
Suddenly, The Goddess was no longer in The Slums of Ansur. She was now in a bedroom where her estranged friend/Princess Knight Maia was chained to a bed, her body naked, as a grossly obese man that looked like he was pregnant with quintuplets crawled onto the bed and licked Maia's face.
The man giggled like a little boy who just saw the Ice cream man pull up. "Finally Maia you will be mine, our children will be beautiful."
Celestine's eyes widened with horror. "Michelle Pantielle… he's gonna rape… NOOOOOO!!!"
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The ancient fair skinned Goddess awoke, her supple limbs thrashing under the red and gold covers of her queen sized bed while sweat ran down her brow, the light of a half moon kissed her forehead and her eyes blinked as they adjusted to the dark.
Throwing the covers off of her she exclaimed. "I have to tell Ben! I have to tell everyone about my vision!"
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Ben Tennyson, still shirtless and clothed in the green pajamas he slept in, yawned for what must've been the third time since Celestine woke him up at what his Omnitrix said was five O'clock in the morning.
The Fallen Hero felt irritation at being woken up so early but ruthlessly stomped out that irritation for he knew that he and his friends were at war, a war that would decide the future of this land's women and so Celestine obviously had an important reason for waking him up.
The Fallen Hero currently sat at The Round Table in The Royal Dining room, his bare feet tickled and relaxed by the red and gold carpet with patterns of angels and dragons beneath it and his eyes treated to the beautiful art of red lion's on the ceiling.
At the large round table with him were Olga ( who while she elegantly sat down with a cold expression her hand maid Chloe stood stiff while trying and failing to hide her fatigue), Prim who sat on his right, and Alicia who sat next to Prim.
In front of the table stood the Goddess herself, the blonde high elf wringing her hands as Claudia stood by her side and gave her a look of concern.
Tension was high at the table, although a few were upset at being woken up early most were like Ben and knew it was for a good reason.
Prim however, her eyes were locked onto Ben's shirtless body as her cheeks heated up. 'My Prince is shirtless in public! I mean this isn't as good as watching him bathe but at least I get to see him without some clothing!'
Unbeknownst to Prim, her sister followed her gaze, the blue eyes of the Arcturus heir locking onto Ben's rippling abs and pecs and thus both sisters were blushing with steam coming out of their ears.
'Oh my, Ben really does have a figure that puts most male nobles to shame. It really makes me not want to marry a noble.' thought Alicia as she flinched upon thinking of a certain noble that a certain Pinkette had the misfortune of attracting.
Unaware of Prim and Alicia's gazes on his form, Ben spoke. "Your eminence, I assume you had a vision concerning the war? Am I correct?"
Celestine sighed and pulled out a chair with a screech before she sat down. "You are correct Ben. The vision was…" The Goddess bit her lip. "It was more like a nightmare." Her eyes watered and she quickly wiped them with her forearm.
The Fallen Hero sensing The Goddess' grief and horror stood up from his chair and held a fist to his chest. "Your eminence whatever those bastards did I will make them suffer even more, I promise you! Please tell me and I'll handle it."
Claudia rubbed her queen's back. "Yes The Shapeshifter brute and I may have our differences but we can handle anything The Black Dogs throw at us."
Celestine breathed out. "Alright." She casted a glance first at Claudia then at Ben. "I had a vision of Ansur which in case you didn't know Ben is The Fortress City that is ruled by Maia a former princess Knight who used to work for The Black Dogs."
The Goddess leaned her face on her hand. "She seceded from The alliance when the war broke out. She refused to believe that Vault, the man she loved and her former friends would betray her and every woman in Eostia and instead she wanted to think of you as a psychopathic murderer slaughtering innocent heroes."
Celestine made eye contact with Ben. "So she declared you her enemy and that you wouldn't be allowed inside Ansur."
The Goddess' eyes became downcast. "I wouldn't be surprised if The Black Dogs used her blind trust towards them just so they could walk right in Ansur without a fight."
The Goddess' eyes watered and she bit her bottom lip. "But it gets worse, Ben. I fear Vault may have gotten worse then he was at the beginning of the war. In my vision I not only saw women who had been violated they had also been mutilated by The Black Dogs. The Black Dogs had carved your name into the flesh of the women they raped."
The Goddess clenched both her fists on the table cloth. "They carved your name into their faces, their breasts, their butts, everywhere and just before the vision ended I discovered we have another traitor. Maia was tied to a bed and about to be raped by Michelle Pantielle."
Silence reigned upon the conclusion of Celestine's announcement of her vision. The Fallen Hero clenched his fists so tight blood leaked between his fingers, his teeth ground together and his ears burned.
Prim and Alicia gulped as they could feel the anger radiating off of Ben.
So could the Half Elf Chloe who at first wanted to complain that Celestine woke up Olga-sama for the sake of a traitor chose not to voice her thoughts for fear of setting off the volcano that was Ben.
In fact Chloe hastily stood in front of Olga and acted as a shield from the oncoming storm for her queen.
"Something tells me that Vault's atrocities against civilians and Ben's atrocities against the Black Dogs are going to create a feedback loop that turns this war into a far worse blood bath then the last one was." Muttered Olga with a trace of amusement in her voice to Chloe.
Claudia's hand went for the hilt of her sword as her heart rate picked up. 'The Goddess might trust you, but that's because if she has any faults it's that she's too kind. I know you're a wild animal and I'll be ready when you lash out.'
Ben closed his eyes and took a deep breath and in his head counted down from thirteen to zero before letting his breath out. When he opened his eyes he looked at Celestine with a look like a decapitated cat would give someone. "Your Eminence, I humbly request a map, I would like to leave for Ansur immediately."
Alicia spoke with a hesitant tone as if she was afraid Ben was going to shoot the messenger. "It'll still take four days for you to get to Ansur by carriage."
Ben held up his Omnitrix. "That's why I'm not going by carriage."
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Celestine's hair flapped like a fish out of water, as she stood on her balcony and was buffeted by the winds of Jetray's take off.
As she watched what was probably her strongest warrior fly off into the night, The Goddess Reborn felt a sense of sadistic confidence fill her heart like water from a broken dam. "For those he fails to save he will avenge." She stated firmly.
Claudia who was standing by the High Elf's side frowned and glared off to the side at the floor. 'That brute is a bad influence. I wish I was stronger so her grace wouldn't need him!'
Chloe yawned, throwing her arms above her head. "Now that Ben's off to rescue your traitor, can we go back to sleep? Olga-sama needs her beauty sleep and I'll be a shit bodyguard if I'm tired."
Alicia growled. "Insolent- Maia is no traitor you dark elf bitch!"
Chloe gave a smarmy grin. "Oh yeah? Then why did she secede from your alliance and declare your city's hero an enemy marked for death? Doesn't sound very loyal to me."
Suddenly Prim stepped in-between Alicia and Chloe. "Sister, Chloe please let's not fight. We're all on the same side! We're all friends with my Prince! Do you think my Prince would want us to be fighting each other while he's saving Ansur?"
Prim casted a disappointed look at Chloe and the Half Elf flinched as she felt a sense of guilt slap her like a fish. "Chloe, you said so yourself that my Prince is the first human you met who treated you with respect. Why would you disrespect his decision to save someone by calling them a traitor?"
Chloe bit her lip and became downcast as Prim turned her attention to Alicia. "Sister, Ben considers Chloe a friend just as much as he does you. He wants Dark Elves and Humans to live in harmony together. Why would you work against that?"
Now Alicia looked guilty.
Olga and Celestine shared a look as the two former friends watched Prim scold Alicia and Chloe and to both rulers' shock, made them apologize to each other.
Olga spoke to Celestine. "Celestine. I think that if more humans were like Ben, our old war would have never happened."
Celestine nodded and reached out a hand to gently grab and hold Olga's hand. "I agree. I'm sorry Olga, my reign was a failure. I did nothing but widen the divide between our people. Let's hope Ben can heal the divide."
Olga smiled. "I think he's already laid the first stones on that road."
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It was forty five minutes later and The Pseudo Aerophibian began to slow down his flight thus causing the air to ripple like four tidal waves and crack like two hundreds whips due to his sudden stop. He could see it, Ansur the Fortress City ruled by the Ex-Princess Knight Maia. Ansur was now half a mile away.
His lime green Aerophibian eyes granted him sight that humans could only dream of in comic books and so even from half a mile away he could see it all.
The Orcs making women scream as their grossly large cocks split their womanhoods.
The goblins cackling while their teeth and claws sunk into the nipples of various women like Chihuahuas.
The monsters in human skin who were using poorly maintained knives to carve "Ben Tennyson." Into the flesh of the women they were raping repeatedly.
Jetray's eyes glowed with crackling green energy that shocked the air like thirty five static shocks. "My name, they're carving my name into their victims."
From half a mile away, Jetray roared like a dozen andacondas and pitbulls combined as a Neuroshock blasts the size of a school bus shot forth from his face and headed towards Ansur with thrice the speed of a cruise missile.
Back in Ansur a group of fifteen men with their pants down cackled sadistically as they looked at their latest victims. A pile of thirty women who were naked and had semen leaking from in-between their legs, from their mouth and dripping down their chin and covering their hair and breasts while a certain Fallen Hero's name was carved into their arms, and back.
"It's a shame to hurt such beautiful women. I just know those wounds are going to leave ugly scars." Commented a Black Dog with balding pink hair done in a ponytail as he shook his head sadly.
Another one who had strawberry blonde hair in a Mohawk, let out a scornful scoff as he spat on the ground. "Why do we have to carve the abomination's name into our property? Why can't we carve our own name's into our property? Vault's losing it I tell ya."
Suddenly the conversation was over as a green bolt of energy the size of a school bus slammed into all fifteen of the men, who didn't even have time to scream before all that was left of them were their shoes.
Just as quickly as it came, the energy vanished then appeared again in another part of the city, carving a path of incineration through a group of thirty nine men and three orcs who were looting the markets.
It was a mere two seconds later that Jetray landed in the middle of Ansur, his landing cracking the stone like eggshells and with a glare as hot as ghost peppers in his face he reached for his omnitrix dial.
In a green flash of light he became Oggugat The Beheader before he twisted and slapped his dial, blue light consumed him as he grew to twelve feet tall with four eyes and Nubian Ibex horns on his head.
As he entered his Ultimate Orc form he gained an extra pair of arms and all four of his middle fingers turned into five foot long shotguns. Upon his transformation becoming complete he roared like a trio of pitbulls gargling saltwater. "Ultimate Oggugat The Beheader."
The eyes of Black Dogs and monster alike gazed at Ultimate Oggugat with terror, although the hyper evolved orc was surrounded by dozens of Orcs and monsters in human skin; he was not afraid and instead those who surrounded him sweated like pigs in a sauna as they acted like they were the ones who were surrounded.
The four eyed Pseudo orc growled like a Rottweiler, a duo of veins pulsing on his head as he saw the sobbing women who were bloodied and violated, he was so angry he didn't know that his anger and fierce appearance only added to their fear.
Turning his attention back to the Orcs around him, Ultimate Oggugat focused on his horns, on the ability to command Orcs within them, within two seconds his horns began to tingle and he bellowed.
"You filthy degenerates like to rape people do you? Well put that hobby of yours to good use and rape your fellow rapists."
His voice was like a Rottweiler gargling stones speaking through a megaphone, sixty nine Orcs across Ansur heard it and bursted into tears.
"No no have mercy!"
"I'm not gay, I'm not gay!"
"Please don't make me gay! Please don't make me gay!"
Ultimate Oggugat The Beheader was unmoved by their pleas and The Orcs cried and raged as their bodies ripped the clothes off of their Black Dogs allies.
"Hey hey what the hell are you doing?! I ain't no hoe!" Cried out a Black Dog with indigo hair done in cornrows as an Orc lifted his ass above its watermelon sized penis.
"I'm sorry." Whimpered that Orc. "I can't control myself."
And this was followed by the tearing of over sixty men's asses serenading the night of Ansur like a choir of agony, blood dripping and screams.
"This is wrong! I'm not a bitch!" Screamed a bald black dog with a blue Duck Dynasty beard as he got sodomized by a sobbing Orc.
Ultimate Oggugat Smirked. "Now you sons of bitches know how your victims felt."
Suddenly ten Black Dogs who hadn't been caught by the controlled Orcs, arrived on the Scene.
The Ten free Black Dogs gazed at the mass sodomy of their allies by the orcs in horror, with a member who had pink cornrows bending over to throw up twice.
A fat yet muscular Black Dog glared at Ultimate Oggugat with a look akin to an angry rattlesnake. "It's the abomination! It's his fault that this nightmare has befallen our brothers! Let's take him down for our bro-"
Thunder shook the night four times, some would swear that it made the ground shake in fear with how loud it was and that Black Dog's bravado evaporated as a grapefruit sized hole opened up in his crotch, as both his legs popped off like corks from an upside down champagne bottle and as his head evaporated into mists.
No sooner was his corpse halfway to the ground then Ultimate Oggugat let loose another four rounds of crystallized semen from his shotgun middle fingers thus reducing the heads of four more Black Dogs to mists.
The remaining five charged him, letting out a battle cry that made it clear they were ready to piss themselves.
The Hyper Evolved Orc rushed to meet them firing another round of crystallized semen that left a grapefruit sized hole through the chest of another attacker before the four remainders were upon him.
They buried their swords into his flesh and The Hyper Evolved Orc winced the same way an adult would since upon getting stabbed by a toothpick.
He kicked a Black Dog in the stomach so hard his body went flying like a soccer ball and splattered against a building like an overstuffed garbage bag shot by a shotgun.
He then slammed his fists down repeatedly on the others, splitting both their skulls and their rib cages like an orange hit by a hammer.
His fists and forearms coated in blood, Ultimate Oggugat let out a Rottweiler-like chuckle as he licked the blood and viscera off his left arm then his right arm as he enjoyed being serenaded by the cries and screams of the sixty Black Dogs that were still being ass raped by their Orc allies.
Placing his hands on his hips he declared. "I guess I should put you fuckers out of your misery. Can't punish you forever as much as I would like too."
With a blood soaked hand he hit the Omnitrix symbol on his left pectoral and green light consumed him.
When it was gone, standing in his place was a shorter yet far stronger alien with black hair done in a mullet and gray embalmed corpse-like skin and machinery jutting out of its back.
"Frankenstrike! Oh yeah! Time to die!" Declared The Fallen Hero as his towers began pumping their electronics and green lightning swirled from his towers on his back down to his thick as tires hands.
He slammed his hands each with fingers as thick as a glass of wine, into the ground which shattered thirty one feet around him in a spiderweb fashion as it burnt as if the ground was on a skillet.
The sixty orcs as well as the sixty men they were ass raping let out one final scream of agony as Frankenstrike's electricity cooked their skin like a potato hooked up to a jumper cable, their limbs doing dances that broke them in three to five places as smoke rose from their bodies.
The Pseudo-Transylian coughed fiercely as he batted the smoke and smell of overcooked meat away. "I'm as bad a cook as Mom." He joked to himself.
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He couldn't spare that much time to help the women, he had to focus on eliminating The Black Dog Presence in Ansur first otherwise more women could be raped and possibly killed.
He knew that but it felt wrong just to leave the defiled women with his name carved into his flesh there.
So he had transformed into one of the classics, XLR8 and scoured the Fortress City for Doctors.
And in eleven minutes he had managed to set up a triage unit in Ansur's merchant district with a dozen doctors who were already overworked.
The Pseudo-Kineceleran's green eyes narrowed as his facial muscles became tense like a Jock suffering a Charlie horse. His three fingered hands clenching and unclenching as his pure green eyes ran over the three dozen naked women in his makeshift triage unit.
All of whom had seminal fluid leaking down their legs, dripping down their chin and breasts and all of whom had HIS name carved into various places on their violated bodies.
"My name… those bastards carved my name into those women's flesh… grrrrrrowwwl!!!" XLR8 let out a velociraptor-like roar as he kicked a hole through an abandoned house.
"Sir Tennyson! Sir Tennyson!" A male guard clad in silver full body armor very much different from the string bikini armor of women approached the Pseudo-Kineceleran.
He bit his lower lip and held back his instinctual urge to yell 'What?!' and instead calmly faced the guard. "What do you have to report?"
XLR8's voice had become dead and lifeless.
The Guard made a salute clenching his fist to his chest. "Sir! The Black Dogs are in retreat! They're abandoning the city as we speak!"
The Pseudo-Kineceleran almost burst a blood vessel. "Like hell they are. They think they can just retreat and live?! No! No! Hell No!"
Before The Guard could reply there was a gust of hurricane force winds that sent him stumbling back three inches and the shapeshifter was gone.
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XLR8 pushed his kineceleran muscles which were already stressed out from setting up the Triage unit and reaching the various violated women throughout Ansur. His Kineceleran brain thought at speeds that would make computers from his world look like a turtle on crutches.
'I will Avenge those women. I will Avenge those women. I WILL FUCKING AVENGE THOSE WOMEN!!' He had already repeated this chant in his head twenty one times in the five seconds it took for him to find the horde of Goblins, Orcs and filthy leather clad men ( a good amount with their pants still down) who were abandoning the city.
Coming up upon a column of forty seven Goblins that reeked of blood and sex, The Pseudo Kineceleran didn't slow down for even a moment, he kept on running at over a thousand miles per hour and his velociraptor-like body that was hard as diamond plowed through all forty seven Goblins like a lawnmower through grass.
A shower of red liquid and offal erupted into the air like ten volcanos had erupted blood and guts instead of lava, thus coating dozens of nearby monsters and men in the dead goblins remains.
A group of identical albino quintuplets with cornrows didn't have time to panic or even blink before XLR8 also ran them over like a monster truck running over a balloon full of tomato soup.
Only then did the Pseudo-Kineceleran stop and hit his watch and allow himself to be engulfed by green light that blinded the monsters and men.
Eighteen orcs were just starting to rub the light out of their eyes when a hive of Aquamarine crystals the size of king sized beds erupted out of the ground and split the rapist beasts in half.
The Pseudo-petrosapien Diamond Head had a look of pure hatred and murderous fury that would make Charles Manson cry for his mother, on his face. Before he fired a hail of Diamond shards from his hands, the diamond shards leaving a dozen holes through the stomachs and chests of atleast nineteen men out of which their organs and viscera leaked out as if they were juice boxes that had been stabbed repeatedly by a kindergartner.
A trio of Orcs let out a roar, and charged Diamond Head but their roars were sixty six percent desperate terror. For they weren't attacking out of blood lust but a sheer desire to get away.
Not missing a beat, Diamond Head fired a shard into the head of a goblin that tried to run away around him before the Orcs shattered their rusty bloody axes on his head.
The Fallen Hero didn't say a word as with a single slice of a bladed arm, he swiped their heads off.
Ten men fired their cross bows at The Pseudo-petrosapien, their arrows breaking like twigs with a sound akin to a pebble hitting a stone cottage. The Fallen Hero's bulbous chin formed a blood thirsty grin as he returned fire, sending Diamond shards into their dicks. The men screamed like drowning squirrels as they collapsed and barfed from the pain.
A duo of goblins stabbed the Pseudo-petrosapien in his left thigh or atleast TRIED too, as their poisoned daggers shattered and in response Diamond Head decapitated them with a single swipe.
"RUUUUUUNNN!" That was the bellow of an Orc that just pissed itself and it along with ten other Orcs that pissed themselves made a futile dash towards the gates of Ansur.
Only for Diamond Head to send forth a wave of shards that reduced their craniums to swissed cheese and left only their lower jaws intact.
Thwipp thwipp thwipp thwipp thwipp!!* Five men futilely fired their cross bows at Diamond Head and in return the Pseudo-petrosapien charged them and turned both his arms into blades and with the cruelty of a bloodthirsty butcher dismembered them of both their arms and both their legs.
The five men, now quadriplegic amputees, fell to the ground screaming for their mother's in a pool of their own blood.
The horde of Orcs, Goblins and Men evolved into a stampede. A stampede of Orcs, goblins and men that screamed like little girls who were being crawled on by roaches, while the formerly vicious monsters pissed and shat themselves in fear.
It was chaos, a quartet of men were trampled to death, being pounded into hamburger under the feet of nine Orcs and six goblins, the latter monsters who were quickly reduced to swissed cheese by Diamond head's shards.
A duo of Orcs were knocked over and trampled to death by five other Orcs and twenty five men.
An Orc bellowed. "Get the fuck outta my way!" And caved in a man's face with an elbow blow.
It didn't stop Diamond Head from shooting eight shards into that Orc's back though.
The formerly United monsters and men killed each other just as much as Diamond Head killed them as their desperation to escape every villain's worst Nightmare consumed them.
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Despite Diamond Head's best efforts, some of The Black Dogs managed to escape, the Pseudo-petrosapien was now red as Four Arms and looked like he took a bath in oatmeal due to the gore and viscera he was covered in.
He stood amongst a battlefield that smelled like a morgue that was flooded by a sewer, urine and feces mixed with blood and organs into a cocktail that would make a dump smell like a model's perfume in comparison.
Hundreds of bodies of monsters and men, decapitated, stabbed, dismembered and shot littered the ground and all Diamond Head could do was smile and spread his hands.
He closed his eyes and inhaled the putrid smell of death. The putrid smell of death he created.
"I have dealt justice, I have avenged the women who were violated in Ansur today. I have punished the guilty. I have done my duty as a warrior of Eostia."
He inhaled the smell of decay and death once again before he exhaled. "Once again I have stopped what happened to my family from happening to others."
Just as he lowered his arms he heard the patter of armored boots running on the gore soaked ground. "Sir Tenny-gaaaaagh!"
The pair of Ansur guards who had sought him out were absolutely disgusted and terrified with one falling to their knees and vomiting while the other turned as white as chalk and only kept himself standing up with help from his pole sword.
"By The Goddess, this is fucked up." Muttered the Ansur Guard that fell to his knees as he wiped his mouth only for him to vomit again.
The pale guard that was using his pole sword to shakily stand whimpered in a voice like a seven year old boy afraid of The Boogeyman under his bed. "So-so this-this is the wrath of The Goddess. Momma was right. I must be a good boy and pray to Celestine more often. Uh-huh-huh."
Diamond Head frowned, giving a look of pity towards the pair of guards. 'Once I was weak like them. But witnessing the depravity of my villains has opened my eyes to what must be done. That I must be as cruel sometimes crueler then they are if I am to truly beat them and protect the innocent.'
Just then his omnitrix blinked and in a flash of green light he was human again. The Fallen Hero crossed his arms over his chest, his facial expression hardening. "If you two have something to report I suggest you suck it up and report. You're soldiers so act like it."
The Ansur Guard on his knees muttered. "Monster…" under his breath while the guard still standing forced himself to straighten up and gave a salute, his fist hitting his chest.
"Sir Tennyson, we are here to report that we've located Lady Maia! She is chained up in the dungeons of her own castle with the noble Michelle Pantielle holding her captive. He along with other nobles of Ansur joined The Black Dogs in the attempted coup and have holed up in the Princess Knight's Castle which is defended by their guards!"
The guard took a deep breath then placed his hands on his knees as he wretched. "Goddess!" Before he continued- "We have sustained over twenty casualties trying to breach the castle, we're requesting your help to rescue Lady Maia."
Ben's frown didn't move a fraction of an inch as he glared at the viscera around him as if it insulted his mother. An aura of anger, frustration and blood lust emanated from his being and penetrated the guards like a campfire which they had just stepped in.
'Great, my Watch times out when The one in charge is still in danger of being raped by the traitors behind this coup. And it seems like The Noble's guards are killing the city's loyalists for every minute I'm unable to intervene.'
He held up his left fist, his thoughts boiling. 'Maia might hate me, it might be partially her fault what happened to the women in her kingdom. But she doesn't deserve to be raped anymore than anyone else that isn't a Black Dog in this city.'
He lowered his fist and without raising his eyes away from the gore soaked ground, addressed the guards. "Call off your attack, my watch should be fully charged in five minutes and I will rescue Maia myself."
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On a bed of pink and gold that had symbols of lions on it which was surrounded by a circular pink and gold carpet with patterns of angels and dragons embroidered on it, laid a chained up Maia who was stripped of all clothing.
Tears ran down her eyes like a shower head as blood ran down her back and left thigh like a Waterfall, the name of a certain Fallen Hero having been carved into her back six times and into her left thigh twice.
Not only that but her right eye was swollen shut like a tomato painted black and blue while her nose was crooked.
Moving up to where her hands were chained you could see that all four fingers and her thumb on her left hand had been broken, bent backwards and swollen up turning purple.
"How-How-How could everything have gone so wrong?" She whimpered, the once proud queen of mercenaries reduced to a broken state like a little girl whose father burned her unicorn stuffed animal.
"Vault-Vault is not the man I fell in love with." She choked as her lungs felt like her grief was manifesting as boa constrictors that were squeezing the air out of them.
Never in her worst nightmares would she imagine Vault, her former commander and the man she had feelings for would torture her and would unleash hell on her city.
She recalled how Vault had tricked her into letting him and his men into Ansur, under the pretense of The Black Dogs fleeing persecution from The Shield Alliance and a vicious shape shifting monster known as Ben Tennyson.
She let them in immediately for she never believed the stories about Vault wanting to create a Sex Empire.
It only took a day for Vault to reveal his true colors. Vault outright admitted the rumors about his desire for a sex empire were true and that Ben Tennyson's continued victories over him were pissing him off.
And so he was going to punish Ben Tennyson by making the women of Ansur suffer even more.
"Those poor women… my subjects!" Moaned Maia as the pain from her wounds battled with the pain from Vault's betrayal over what hurt the most.
She groaned and cursed. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" As she yanked and pulled on her chains with each expletive. "I guess I deserve this pain for being so stupid that I got my subjects tortured."
With a creak of metal the three inch thick wooden door to her bedroom turned prison opened, and the first thing through the door was a naked man's belly that looked like it could be pregnant with quintuplets.
The belly jiggled like jello hit by a crowbar as grease and meat juice dripped down it from its ash blonde owner who possessed a double chin and double D man boobs from being so fat.
The man's salmon and gold shirt only covered his man boobs which we're doing their best to bust open the shirt like his stomach already had. The shirt was covered in pieces of hard cheese, pretzels and meat juice which ran down onto his naked stomach.
His face wasn't pretty to look at either, smacking his lips, grease popping out of his mouth as he talked while he chewed his food. "Maiagh! Imgnh so sorry that vaullgh was so-"
Michelle Pantielle's apology only made Maia feel even more sick to the point that bile rose to her throat. Anger, sadness and disgust formed a three way cockfight in her mind.
'This is just as much your fault as is Vault's, you joined The Black Dog's due to your fucking obsession with me. Because you couldn't accept that I would never in a million years date you!'
Michelle Pantielle belched then farted as he tossed his half eaten turkey leg onto the floor and closed the door behind him, the chained up Maia gagging from the smell of his expelled gas.
The obese noble clapped his hands and giggled. "Anyways I know what will cheer you up my cutesy precious Maia. Let us make love for the first time as a couple! I will impregnate you with the next child of The Pantielle House!"
Maia felt her heart jump like a scared chicken flying away from a coyote into her throat. "No no!" She yelled as she renewed her attempts to break from her chains. "The last thing I want is to be touched by your fat greasy ass!"
As Maia's chains rattled violently yet held absolute, the ash blonde noble growled like a German shepherd as he pulled his purple and white vertical striped pants down. "That's no way to talk to the father of your children and your future husband!"
His uncircumcised cock which looked like a Vienna sausage that was inflated by an air pump quickly grew to the size of a bratwurst and took on the appearance of a bratwurst that rolled around in nose hairs as it became erect.
Maia gagged at the sight of it, gritting her teeth. "I wouldn't date you much less marry you even if you went on a diet and lost your boobs!"
Michelle Pantielle crawled onto the bed, his belly jiggling and bouncing off his cock as he crawled on top of Maia, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face. "You Bitch! You should be grateful that a member of The Pantielle family has deemed you worthy of his cock!"
Maia flinched as his slap hit her swollen eye and the sight of her whimpering made the obese man child frown.
The Pantielle noble then smiled as he groped her breasts. "Oh Maia I'm sorry that I hit you. Here let me make it up to you by making your boobies happy~"
He said his cock in-between her breasts and squeezed her breasts around his cock using his greasy hands, while the sensation was like bliss to him, for Maia the revulsion from his touch combined with Vault's earlier betrayal was too much and she fainted.
The Pantielle noble giggled as he continued to squeeze his cock with Maia's breasts. "Aww I made her feel so good she passed out! Well my cutesy Maia there's plenty more-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence before a red calloused hand belonging to a four armed four eyed red skinned alien covered in blood and viscera, broke down the bedroom door.
"Get the fuck off her you fat pig!" Shouted Four Arms as he grabbed Michelle by his left arm producing a crunch akin to a granola bar being bitten in half as the bones in the Pantielle Noble's arm were reduced to crumbs.
"Aiiiieeeeeeeeee!!" The Fat motherfucker of a man screamed and pissed himself from the pain as Four arms yanked him off Maia, the Pseudo Tetramand tossed the noble to the side like a used tissue as he quickly ran over to inspect the Ex-Princess Knight.
"Jesus Fucking Christ." Breathed Four Arms as he snapped the chains holding Maia as if they were crackers. "My name has been carved all over her too and she's been beaten."
A whine like a pig begging for more food came from behind the Pseudo Tetramand.
"Nononononono! This was supposed to be my wedding day! My wedding day! MineMineMine!!!"
Four Arms turned around to look at the writhing piss and grease soaked Noble so fast the Diamond hard muscles in his Tetramand neck popped.
"You-you-YOOOOU! FAT MOTHERFUCKER!!" Four Arms growled like a dozen German shepherds combined with Mike Tyson and snapped his jaws like a starving Mike Tyson as he lumbered over towards Michelle Pantielle.
The noble released his bowls as he crawled like a slug, trying to get away. It obviously wasn't fast enough as The Pseudo-tetramand grabbed both his legs and pulled.
A tearing sound like a packet of bologna being ripped in half by a wrestler serenaded the room as Michelle Pantielle's legs were torn off with a bloody pop!
"Eeeeeee!" The obese pig of a man flopped around like a crippled baby, his broken arm flapping like a fish out of water.
Four arms wasn't done yet, as he grabbed both of The Pantielle Noble's arms and did to them what he did to his legs.
Michelle vomited and was quickly reduced to a limbless baby made of lard who was rolling around in his own piss, shit, blood and vomit.
It was too much and he passed out.
The Pseudo Tetramand growled. "Oh no you're not getting off that easy!" He slapped the Omnitrix dial and in a green flash of light became Heatblast.
The Pseudo-pyronite quickly used his molten hands to cauterize the ash blonde Noble's stumps which the noble completely slept through due to his near death trauma state.
The asparagus smell of urine, the coppery smell of blood, the sewage-like stench of feces and the acidic stench of vomit made Ben Tennyson stumble back seven paces when he became human again and his rage began to calm down.
"Ugh, this room is going to need a HAZMAT team. Does Eostia even have those?"
He turned to face the still unconscious Maia and gave her a look of sorrow, pity and regret. "I know this mess is partially your fault. But I'm sorry that I couldn't stop this from happening to you. But I fucking promise you that I will Avenge you!"
He casted a look of hate towards the unconscious and quadriplegic amputee Michelle Pantielle. "He will suffer, that I promise."
{BREAK}
Maia the disgraced Ex-Princess Knight groaned as she opened her eyes only for sunlight to bombard them with the harshness of cold water on a prisoner's face. She flinched and blinked four times as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight coming in from the window which was when she realized…
"I'm not in my chambers anymore!!" Maia sat up in a panic and looked around, seeing that she was in a room made of pink marble and bricks with a series of straw cots laid out on which were numerous knights both male and female who were injured and currently being treated.
She herself was on one such straw cot and she looked herself over and saw that she was now clothed in the brown burlap and leather shirt and pants of a male peasant over bandages which had been wrapped around the wounds carved into her flesh.
Reaching up to touch her face, she could feel bandages wrapped around her right eye and a cast on her left hand.
"Why-why am I clothed?" She wretched and spit up four tablespoons of bile. "Oh Goddess oh shit! Did that fat pig have me treated up after he raped me?"
Suddenly a Nun who was tending to the Injured spotted that Maia was awake and unbeknownst to Maia, ran off to get a certain shapeshifter.
"But why would The Black Dogs be treating the male knights? Vault himself said that they only want female sex slaves." Wondered Maia as she casted a glance towards the male knights and guards that were stitched up and bandaged.
Clop stomp clop* The sound of shoes hitting the brick floor alerted the Ex-Princess Knight and she turned her gaze to spot an acid green eyed brunette with a green jacket with a number ten on it.
"You're-you're the-the shapeshifter…" The Pinkette stumbled over her words as her traumatized brain began to put together what was happening.
Ben nodded and gently pushed her down so she was laying flat back on her bed. "Yes, I'm Ben Tennyson and your old boss sent me here to pull your ass out of the fire."
The Pinkette flinched as if Ben had slapped her with a fish. 'After I declared he would be killed if he set foot in here, after I seceded from The Alliance and denounced Celestine for a man who turned out to be human garbage… She still cared enough to send someone to save me. And the shapeshifter still agreed to save me.'
Maia choked twice before she buried her face in her hands. The Fallen Hero looked at her with pity as he could feel the incoming breakdown as if her body was an egg about to explode with grief.
"I-I-I I've been such a foooool!" She wailed. "I betrayed The Goddess! And because of it not only did that fat greasy pig have his way with me, but my subjects suffered too. All those women who had your name carved into them while they were raped!!! The little boys who had to watch that happen to their mothers and sisters! It's all on me!"
Snot and tears mixed into a waterfall down her face as she sobbed her heart out for ten minutes, The Fallen Hero merely standing there stoically and watching her release her grief.
After ten minutes, The Fallen Hero spoke. "You messed up. It's good that you acknowledge that because now you can build your road to redemption. You know what Vault did to your subjects, did to you so use that knowledge to fuel your hate and desire for revenge and the next time you meet The Black Dogs inflict even more pain on them then they did to you."
Ben handed The Ex-Princess Knight a wad of tissues which she gratefully accepted, wiping her messy face. She let out a chuckle. "You sure do have a morbid way of comforting a girl."
Ben shrugged his shoulders. "The world, well I'll say every world is a cruel shitty place. My method of surviving is that you just gotta be cruel too."
Maia let out a dark chuckle. "Yup. You're pretty morbid for a hero."
The Fallen Hero scowled. "Don't call me that. I've abandoned that useless title."
The Pinkette frowned. "What's wrong with being a hero?"
The Omnitrix wielder pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "It's complicated and I don't feel like explaining."
He then gave her a toothy grin. "However I do have a surprise for you that I think will make you LOL so when you're ready to leave your bed let me know and I'll show it to you."
The Ex-Princess Knight raised a brow. "What does LOL mean?"
Ben shook his head. "Oh yeah, Eostia is a medieval fantasy world. LOL means Laugh out loud. So I've got something that will make you laugh."
Maia felt curiosity and excitement fight in her chest like a pair of hamsters and with some effort she pushed herself out of bed. "I could use a good laugh, screw my injuries, let's go now."
{BREAK}
In The Ansur market place was a machine made out of Junk such as eight rusted guillotines combined with eight Horse stables and one big former sewer pipe that extended to a thirty nine gallon jar that was full of a red and pink and gray oatmeal like meaty liquid that had dozens of seeds inside it.
The eight guillotine filled horse stables formed an octagon out of which came a series of hooks that suspended a now limbless noble by his cauterized stumps as the skinnier end of the pipe that was small enough to fit into his mouth, went down his throat and silenced his cries.
The Pantielle Noble had been reduced to a naked, piss, vomit and shit stained limbless tub of lard hanging by hooks who was now being pelted by tomatoes by the angry men and women of Ansur.
His stomach had a three inch thick layer of exploded tomatoes that acted as a Pseudo layer of clothing which his face had two exploded tomatoes that blinded him in one eye.
"Boooo!"
"Rapist sympathizer!"
"The Hero Of Feoh will give you what you deserve you fat fucker!"
"My son died because of your friends, you fat pig!"
"Fuck you you fat pig! If The Hero Of Feoh doesn't kill you you'll be eating tomatoes for the rest of your life!"
"Maybe then he will lose some weight haha!"
"He still wouldn't have a snowballs chance in hell of getting a girl without raping her hahahaha!"
Michelle Pantielle was simply broken sobbing and choking through the tomato's being pelted at him, the hooks digging into his cauterized stumps where his limbs used to be and the pipe going down his throat.
It was upon this scene that Maia and Ben walked onto, with the former biting her lower lip in a futile attempt to hold back her laughter and then sputtering and then laughing causing The Fallen Hero to smirk.
"You strung up that fat pig's corpse so everyone could pelt it with tomatoes? You're right this did make me "LOL" as you say. Thank you Ben Tennyson."
Ben chuckled and shook his head happily as he placed a hand on Maia's shoulder. "Look closer Maia. And listen… he's still alive."
Maia's eyes widened. "By The Goddess…" she breathed before she turned to Ben. "You really are the king of Vengeful retribution." Her voice was full of both awe and horror which fought each other for dominance like piranhas.
Ben smirked and placed his hands flat up in the air. "Well I did say that to survive you have to be cruel also and this is how I practice what I preach."
He then walked up to one of the horse stables which had a lever painted yellow with black stripes sticking out of it. "I created this torture device using Jury Rigg. With a pull of THIS lever, the machine will pump thirty nine gallons of an Orc and goblin dick, strawberry and blueberry smoothie down Michelle Pantielle's throat. He will explode from eating the most disgusting Smoothie flavor I could think of."
Maia took a step back, and she gagged as she looked at the giant jar of bloody, fruity slush. "Gross! Are you saying you blended Orc and goblin dicks with fruit to create that nasty slime?!"
Ben chuckled and crossed his arms. "You bet your ass I did. And you're going to pull the lever and feed it to this fat son of a bitch as his last meal!"
Maia felt her heart skip a beat and her breath crash in her throat like a race car. 'Ben… what he's offering is so so morbid. So dishonorable and disgusting. Yet I want to do it. After everything Vault has done to me, to my subjects. After Vault tortured me and handed me on a silver platter to that slob who always stalked me! Revenge, retribution… those would feel pretty good right now.'
Despite her horror and disgust, her desire for revenge attacked them and beat them down like a grizzly bear and she took a step forward.
She took another then another step forward and before she knew it her hand was on the lever.
"Mmmmmmmph uuuuuumphnh!!" Michelle Pantielle's face covered in tomato juice, snot and tears shot her a look that was equivalent to five dogs begging for bacon as he desperately pleaded for mercy through the pipe in his throat.
Maia felt a dark anger mixed with sadism grow in her heart and rise up her throat like a heartburn that somehow felt good and she smiled. "Go to hell you fat pig!" And she pulled the lever.
The machine began to whir and shake, it's guillotines chopping and shaking and the fat suspended Noble let out muffled screams as he was force fed the Orc and Goblin penis and strawberry/ blueberry smoothie.
"Urrrrgh urrrrgh ukk!!!" His stomach tripled in size within ten seconds, the fruity bloody liquid gushed out of his ears and nose as if he was a sprinkler.
And by the thirteen second mark-
His stomach erupted like MT Vesuvius combined with Ol faithful, thus sending the contents of the smoothie mixed with his organs splattering across the market and giving a few unfortunate members of the crowd a gore shower.
Watching the fat pig's internal organs explode like a barrel of fireworks, watching the five people who got covered in the fat pig's guts freak out with two of them throwing up and knowing that she was the cause of it…
Maia felt joy jump from her stomach to her throat like a kangaroo on meth and she laughed. She laughed so hard that she doubled over as her laughter increased in volume as she recalled the look of betrayal and begging for mercy on the fat pig's face.
'He didn't show me mercy. So I showed him no mercy. Ben's right, to survive I must be cruel.'
Maia laughed so hard that she cried tears of joy as she felt like she truly laid the first stone on her road to redemption.
She took a moment to catch her breath as she fell onto her knees, she and Ben exchanged smiles. "Thank you." She wheezed out in-between deep breaths.
Ben offered a hand to help her up. "I have helped you lay the first stone, now you must lay the rest."
The Pinkette accepted his hand and allowed him to help her up. "I was wrong about you. You really are what Eostia needs. And I pledge to follow you Ben Tennyson, I see Vault for the monster he is and I renounce him. I swear to aid you in your quest to slay him and free Eostia from his tyranny."
"Welcome Aboard." Replied Ben in a warm tone.
{MEANWHILE IN THE FOREST OF ESRIDE}
In a Forrest with trees as tall as skyscrapers, sandcastle yellow mushrooms as tall as Five story buildings, cacti as tall as two story buildings was a camp lit up by a series of torches.
The camp consisted of leather tarps made of the skins of animals such as Wolves, bears and pigs which had been painted and or branded with the face of a rabid dog and set up on top of sticks to make tents.
Barrels of food and wine were at the center of the camp, the barrels of food and wine forming a ring around a cage which was crowded with naked women whose eyes were clouded with misery and the absence of hope.
Populating the camp were monsters such as Goblins, Orcs, the occasional Minotaur, and plenty of men who were monsters deep down in their dark rotten hearts.
"Vault!! what was the point of mutilating those beautiful women?!"
"What the fuck were you thinking? Even if we managed to take them before the abomination got there, those scars would have ruined their value!"
"If we have to mutilate beautiful women let us at least carve our own name's into their lucious silky smoothe flesh!" *Licks lips*
"I couldn't even get hard after the woman pissed herself from the pain!"
"I would rather cuddle my whores, not mutilate them!"
"EEEEEENNOOOOOUGH!" roared a familiar one armed man as he swung his obsidian black claymore fourteen times as if he was a chimpanzee high on PCP swinging a hammer.
The result was that all his critics were cut into meaty bloody confetti with a sound akin to a kitchen knife chopping up brisket covered in ketchup.
As the chopped up body parts of the critics fell to the ground in a heap, The Black Dogs founder and one armed leader glared as if he was a pitbull that had his food stolen by an arrogant grandpa. "Is there anyone else who wants to question my orders?"
All around him, Orcs, Goblins and Men stared at Vault with fear and a smidgeon of anger. They stared at him as if he was someone who escaped from the asylum and had broken into their homes to kill their pets.
When no one questioned him, Vault gave a grin that was so tight the skin on his face split if only by two millimeters thus making it look like his lips were crying blood as he smiled.
"Good. It doesn't matter that we didn't manage to capture any new whores. What matters is that we managed to hurt the abomination. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. We hurt him alright. We tore his fucking goddess damn HEARRRT OUT!!!"
Vault shouted so loud and in such a way that spit flew out of his mouth like a T-shirt cannon and his rabid bloody grin combined with his shouting made his followers back away slowly.
Vault continued. "The Abomination may be cruel to us. But he will gladly be a little bitch for any whore who gives him puppy dog eyes. So we hurt the whores he cares about in HIS NAME MOTHER FUCKERS HAHAHAHA!"
As Vault laughed, his myriad of followers murmured amongst each other and exchanged weary glances.
They were terrified, their leader who once treated them as brothers now didn't hesitate to cut them to pieces upon the smallest question of his orders.
Their leader was now ordering them to disfigure their sex slaves, to take away their sex slaves' beauty.
What's the point of having sex slaves if you have to disfigure them?
Those were the thoughts running through the minds of The Black Dogs and monsters throughout the camp.
A clapping sound that sounded like burning coals being banged against steel rang like a bell throughout the Forrest which was then followed by a laugh that sounded like a chicken bawking.
The eyes of The Black Dog mercenaries took on a "What The Fuck?" Look while Vault froze as if someone hit his pause button.
As if he was a wind up robot, The Black Dog leader turned around to look behind him and he saw it.
It was a monster but not any kind that had been seen in Eostia before.
It stood as tall as an Orc, with a torso and head that looked like a chicken with feathers, a beak, comb and eyes all black as black licorice.
It had six arms, it's top pair of arms were made out of lava, fire and brimstone while the four arms underneath were much smaller and resembled those of a goblin.
It had a second head grafted to the left shoulder of its left lava arm, said second head resembled an elephant with a tattoo of a middle finger on its trunk.
It's legs were blue and lizard-like with balls attached to their feet.
An Orc shouted. "That thing has the abomination's fire form's arms!"
"It has his speedy form's legs!" Squealed a goblin.
As the monster finished clapping and laughing it spoke, it's voice sounded like Patrick Warburton crossed with a rooster. "Felicitations Vault, I can see-"
Vault screeched like a trio of starving monkeys fighting over a chili dog as he raised his claymore and charged so fast the ground behind him cracked as if a bus fell on it from thirty feet above.
But despite how fast and powerful Vault was (for A human) the monster was long gone, disappearing in a gust of wind by the time the rapist leader's sword passed where he was.
"What what where?!" Vault was foaming at the mouth as the black chicken-like monster appeared behind him. "As I was saying I can see that Ben Tennyson has you at the-"
"Fuuuuck youuu!!" Vault's shout caused his spit to shoot out once again like a T-shirt cannon this time onto the chicken-like monster's face, as The Black Dog Leader turned around to slash it with his sword.
The monster simply caught the sword with one of his molten fire arms before he forcibly ripped the sword out of Vault's grip and threw it like it was garbage behind him.
Vault shook with anger and helplessness like a constipated Chihuahua as he was now unarmed and unable to attack with anything but his fist. Just as he was psyching himself up to use his fist the monster spoke again in a patient voice like a parent waiting for their kid to finish throwing a tantrum so they could go to work.
"Are you done? Because I have an offer you can't refuse."
Vault took a deep breath through his bleeding foaming mouth, somewhere inside his damaged psyche he knew that this being wasn't allied with The Abomination.
'It-it hasn't killed me yet. And it wants to make me an offer. Oh fuck it let's hear it out.'
"Who-" he growled like a pig choking on dog food. "The fuck are you?"
The chicken-like monster smiled, how it did so with a beak Vault didn't know or care. "My name is Dr Dhanvantari. I come from the same universe that Ben Tennyson does and I bring with me several gifts from my home universe that can bolster your forces."
Vault felt his intrigue peak like his boner when he imagined the goddess naked. 'A monster from the same place where the abomination comes from. If I play my cards right I may have my own abomination to unleash against the shields.'
Vault took two deep breaths before he poked the monster in the chest. "Show me your gifts and they better be good."
Dr Dhanvantari's grin became like that of a wolf who caught a Sheep before he vanished in a gust of wind.
The wind was still slapping Vault's face when Dr Dhanvantari returned, dragging a net-like cage full of mustard yellow brain-like eggs each the size of Ostrich eggs stacked in three layers inside it.
Before Vault could say anything, Dr Dhanvantari spoke. "As I said my name is Dr Dhanvantari. I'm a doctor who likes to collect body parts from various alien species. As you can see I've collected the arms of both a pyronite and a pair of Planchakule's. I've collected the legs of a Kineceleran and the head of a Circunian."
The alien gestured to his various collected body parts and let out a chicken-like laugh. "I'm a doctor, a surgeon, an artist, a food critic, a chef. I sculpt masterpieces out of the bone and sinew of dozens of alien races as well as my own flesh. I savor the taste and texture of every sapient from every planet on my tongue."
He then slapped his cage. "And finally I collect artifacts that belonged to the most vicious alien militaries. These eggs were once used by a race called The Highbreed when they attempted to wipe out all life in my home universe. These eggs allowed them to produce what would be considered super soldiers by your world's standards."
To cap off his speech, Dr Dhanvantari made the trunk on his elephant alien head trumpet like four farting tubas. "With these Xenocite Eggs you'll create the most vicious Dnaliens out of your monsters and in return all I ask is for the flesh of any monster you don't turn into a Dnalien!"
Vault rubbed his chin as he hummed before he broke out into a grin that was like a Chihuahua high on marijuana. "So you're saying these eggs will make my monsters stronger? And all you want in return is to eat my weaker monsters? Bwahahahaha!"
The one armed man slapped his knee and then extended his hand. "Alright Dr damn it tari you got yourself a deal!"
Vault's hand shook Dr Dhanvantari's red goblin-like hand and a new alliance was born.
AUTHOR'S NOTES!!
DR Dhanvantari is an OC, he's a member of Liam's and Kickin Hawk's species. I based him off of Agent Alpha from Men In Black The Series and Hannibal Lecter.
Dr Dhanvantari is a psychopathic alien doctor who is fascinated with alien life, he steals body parts from various aliens and grafts them to his body such as the arms of a member of Heatblast's race, two pairs of arms belonging to Jury Rigg's race, a head belonging to Trumbipulor's species and legs belonging to XLR8's race.
He also likes to sculpt statues out of the flesh and bones of sentient beings and likes to cook food out of the flesh of sentient beings.
He does come from the same universe as Ben, and I won't reveal how he got to the Kuroinu Universe yet.
Also Dhanvantari isn't his real name, he gave himself the name after the Hindu god of physicians.
Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Later Taters!