“Hello, dearest. What are you up to?”
“Nothing, dearest; I am simply planning about the end of the world, inside my secluded mind.”
“Oh, my. Really? Don’t you have anything else better to do besides pondering that gloom-ridden matter?”
“I think not; I am already bad enough as I am; I can’t help but think I’ll end up somewhere I shouldn’t be; my ambition is hard to realize, doubtless.”
“It would do well for you to live a little, dearest.”
“Ah, how I wish my mental constitution allowed that; I am a cynic; that’s true, but I am not exactly a stupid one at that, or at least that’s what I’d like to believe.”
“Say, how about we go and have fun today to freshen up your gloomy mind?”
“What sort of fun are you suggesting? I would love me some hot, sweaty fun.”
“My, oh, my, dearest, you are suggesting some rather scandalous things.”
“That’s my way of living a little.”
“I could arrange that, if that would make you feel better.”
“Better? Oh, no; it would make me feel resplendent with insufferable exuberance.”
“Hah, I would expect no less.”
“So, how about we get on with the scandalous things?”
“Seeing as how you are so enthusiastic about that prospect, I shall comply with your wish.”
“I am hard alre—”
“Hush, there seems to be a knight coming this way.”
A heavily-armed tall knight carrying two flameberged zweihänders on his back, with hetairoial armor and an insignia, drew measured steps along the way, reaching a humble abode in an open field with no roads surrounded by only lush green grass, with not a single house in sight within eight vagrans.
The knight knocked twice on the door and said, “I come by the grace of my lord, Vehemintaur, from the House of Antipater, to relay a message for the leader of the Band of the Dead, Jassak, from the House of Madique,” with an official-sounding tone.
A door opened with a smooth motion.
“Come inside, sir hetairoi; I wish to hear what you have to say.”
“It is well.”
The fierce-looking knight entered the house and put his massive weapons beside the entrance, while Jassak gestured for him to sit on a fairly large chair that was of the color crimson, and then Jassak also took a seat.
“Good sir, it is delightful to see you are doing fine after the war.”
“Indeed, I am glad the war has now ended, but returning to the matter at hand, sir hetairoi, what brings you here to my dwelling?”
“It is with a heavy heart in tandem with a looming sense of loss that I regret to inform you that my lord, Vehemintaur, has given me the order to see to your end, but I am not here for that deathly demise; I am here to help you out, good sir.”
“But what of your duty, sir hetairoi? What about the consequences your actions henceforth entail? What about the danger it could bring to your family? Do ponder on it, sir hetairoi.”
“Danger be damned, good sir; I wish not to repay the man who saved my life and saved a sea of sorrow from my family by stabbing him to death; it is not an honorable thing to do.”
“Tell me, then, sir hetairoi, what would you like to do?”
“I wish to send you off to a faraway continent with many more opportunities than here; it would be good for you and your seemingly wife, good sir.”
“Now, now, sir hetairoi, I wouldn’t presume such scandalous things.”
“Oh, pardon me for that slight. I have prepared a suitable ship for you, and I advise you to leave within tomorrow.”
“That is well; however, how do you expect me to survive after I have reached the continent you speak of? I cannot simply survive off of what I currently possess, can I?”
“Though that may be true, I urge you to carefully consider this: isn't it better to survive than not at all? Others will be here to confirm your death.”
“You yourself would rather die than let me die, sir hetairoi? Why not we both, including our families, sail the seas to safety?”
“You know I cannot do that, good sir. A hetairoi is nothing but a puppet for his master, most of all for him to control. My lord, Vehemintaur, would kill me by using the Blessing of Benatar I got when I became a hetairoi in his service if he knew I left him forfeiting my duty.”
“But you would be dead either way, wouldn’t you, sir hetairoi?”
“Not quite. My flames are too important to him regarding war and whatnot; if I let you go and return to him, he would think I was still loyal but simply didn’t like to follow through with this particular order of his, as a lot of similar things have happened before, whereas if I went with you, he would think I went rogue and would kill me as soon as he deemed suitable, which is why I must lay in the lion’s lair.”
“But you did say hetairois are nothing but puppets to their masters, didn’t you? So who knows whether an ambush could be waiting when I get to sea?”
“If it helps you be at ease, I shall take the Vow of Nada.”
“Though I hate to do this to you, I must—to make sure my and my dear one’s safety, as I am sure you understand.”
“I understand. Then, in the name of Nada, the Stateless State, I vow I will see to this man and his dear one’s safety, making sure both of them reach Mirinda, and if I fail to succeed at this task, may Nada, the Monarch of All, cease this subject subject to it.”
After he said that, his body shone with a light-blue brightness, while he gasped for breath as the warmth of his blood in him escalated, indicating the completion of the Vow of Nada.
“You mean what you say, I see; it seems my doubts were unfounded. Do well with your efforts on the task; it would be terrible to see you fail.”
“Now, good sir, I am to return to my lord; please prepare for the departure, and do swiftly meet me at night tonight or whatever time tomorrow at the harbor in Ninifuss, but please do not delay any further; I will be waiting.”
“Before you leave, then, I have a question: who are you again?”
“Oh, my deepest apologies; I should not have forgotten to introduce myself: I am Joffrey, from Wysysts.”
“Ah, I see; however, I must admit, it doesn’t ring a bell; I have slayed and saved many in the war, but I would remember saving a hetairoi.”
“Good sir, you saved me from the Treymerts, in the Hell of Holy Vizisus, by piercing through a dozen men with your prodigious performance using a single salient sway of your slashburn. But back then, I was only an aspiring knight, much less a hetairoi, though I became a hetairoi quite shortly afterwards because of my affinity for fire-aspected magic and a sense of righteous duty by my lord, Vehemintaur, whom you know has been butthurt about you killing his, shall I say, slut sister; it was rather unexpected. I am still, I must say, verily grateful for your help; without the assistance of the Band of the Dead, we would surely have lost that vital battle.”
“I remember now; you are the one who was in a daze when I came through and killed the Treymerts who were trying to slaughter the remaining infantry.”
“Yes, it is as you say.”
“Well, I won’t keep you any longer, sir hetairoi.”
“Then I shall take my leave.”
After saying that, he claimed his weapons and went on his way, bowing a sincere bow to Jassak at the end.
“Do you deal with men akin to him often, dearest?”
“Go close the door, and then I’ll tell you.”
“All right.”
Not long after she closed the door, Jassak jumped from his seat and moved close to his lover, forcefully turning her around to his face and kissing her lips almost voraciously.
The kiss lasted for what seemed to be an endless, short moment of secluded stillness; jolts of pleasure reverberated over his entire body, his chest wrapped in romantic rapture—the kind that makes one go wild without a care in the world; they kissed each other again and again till they ran short of breath, removing their clothes in the process.
Jassak could not resist such a beatific beauty anymore; lifting his lover by his ardent arms, he began to hammer her pussy as though he were a professional pussy-pounder, his length ever increasing in size, moving back and forth in a crazed absorption of the sex-mad solidarity of his lust and love, and never at all stopping, the speed increasing evermore, along with the intense white pleasure that it entailed, his mind a potpourri of painfully sweet pleasure, the like of which he had only a handful of, as he was an adventurer, among other things, taking different jobs as a mercenary or otherwise as the leader of the Band of the Dead, whatever his financial circumstance called for, never spending a single cyril on courtesans, though he wanted to, as his desires were, at moments, overwhelming, yet he overcame them, but now, it was all out full fluttering eyes with irresistible, pure pleasure rushing through his entire being, a courtesy of his lover-in-deed.
After a bell and ten songs of rigorous, rapacious bonding, Jassak finally changed how he took his lover, now hammering away at her on the bed instead of nailing her into the wall with thunderous thrusts, with that thick cock of his, all the while his lover had gone silent from complete exhaustion.
After another bell and a few songs had gone by, he neared coital climax; with another few thundering thrusts, he roared with delight as he depleted his copious reserve of cum right in his lover’s womb, finally fully tired, just like his lover.
Then, when Jassak couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore, he fell asleep, not knowing what would happen later on.
It had already been quite late at night when Jassak woke up as he saw his lover, who was silenced with a dagger to her throat, held captive by four fairly skilled-looking men in mercenary clothing.
“Don’t move; or else, I’ll slit it,” said a masked man next to Jassak with a dagger to his throat.
“What do you want?” Jassak said with a neutral tone, changing his surprised expression.
“What if I were to say everything?”
“That’s something not likely to happen.”
“Well, you know what else is not likely to happen? You living another day.”
“Do what you will.”
“Relax. Why rush? The boys and I will have some rather exquisite fun; you have a lovely young wife.”
“I am surprised you haven’t already had some fun with her.”
“What can I say? We are all gentlemen—my group of mercenaries, and we don’t like to enjoy such delicacies just by ourselves; we prefer to share within our group and let the male captives see; after all, it would be unfair to not let them see such beautiful women get bred, wouldn’t it?”
“I agree, though I think it would be even better if you let the male captives in on some fun, as well.”
“Haha, I like your sense of humor, but you know what I like even more? Torture; I like to see their faces when their wife, daughter, or mother is getting whored.”
“Ah, a man after my own heart; there is nothing better than that despair in not just their faces but their entire being and that anger fuming inside of them, is there?”
“All true, all true. You know what? Let’s play a game; if you win, we’ll leave, and if we win, we’ll finish our job by killing you and taking that lovely lady over there as a sex slave. What do you say?”
“I do suppose it’s better than just dying.”
“Excellent; let’s play the Game of Bones.”
“Heh, that’s deadly, though I suppose it makes sense in this situation.”
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“There’s only one rule: no magic—to make it interesting.”
“All right.”
The mercenary drew back his blade and took ten steps away from him, whereupon a man in all-black robes appeared from a sudden mist of darkness.
“What the—a Kivian mage? Fuck this job; boys, we’re getting the fuck out of here!” No sooner had that mage entered than the group burst out of Jassak’s dwelling as if they had seen apparitions, releasing their captives and running for their lives.
“Gods! Fakama, is that you?”
“Fasi, you came to save me!”
“….”
“Still the silent seducer, I see.”
“My seat felt hot; I knew Eused’Hore was in danger, so I came to check.”
Eused’Hore jumped to hug him, both of them hitting the bed and landing beside Jassak, who didn’t seem to mind her reaction.
“Well, it seems someone sure is ecstatic to see you.”
“Fasi, I missed you so much!”
“Me too, Eused’Hore; I knew that that mad dog wouldn’t be able to keep you safe.”
“Mad dog? You have grown a sense of humor in the time we haven’t met, Fakama.”
“I did, indeed, and you have grown older and uglier.”
“That may be true; yet, I am still the one fucking Eused’Hore, not you. In fact, I fucked her senseless while there was still the light of day today.”
“You lecherous old man, what did you do to Eused’Hore? I’ll slice your meat in two if you abuse her body, you mad meat-thinker.”
“Calm down, unrequited admirer; you know I am doing none of that; she actually loves it, don’t you, dearest?”
“No! Only you love it!”
“Aw, come on, dearest; don’t lie to me in front of this murderous mage; he’ll kill me!”
“I am sure he’ll do worse, dearest.”
“Damn it! You’re always like this when he's around.”
“Ha ha, I am glad to see you two are doing well, Jassak and dear Eused’Hore.”
“Well, about that: a hetairoi, Joffrey, from Wysyst, came by the order of Vehemintaur, from the House of Antipater, to relay a menacing message that he is to see me dead, likely including Eused’Hore, if she’s with me.”
“Did you kill him? Where is he?”
“No, I didn’t kill him; he has likely gone back to his lord; he actually wanted to help, as he took the Vow of Nada.”
“The Vow of Nada? Is he stupid or something?”
“Possibly. Good men tend to make bad decisions, as I am sure you and I both are aware.”
“You speak true, God of Death, yet I cannot help but doubt you have not killed this hetairoi of whom you speak.”
“God of Death, huh? It’s been a while since someone addressed me as such.”
“Do not forget your role in maintaining the status quo, Your Divinity; it would do you no good; cyclic existence requires suitable maintainers.”
“I am not sure as to whether you are joking or not, Lord Mage.”
“I am not joking, Vassal of Nada; I know you want to turn everything into nothing; you know you cannot destroy something that has no beginning and, therefore, no end; yet still, I know it doesn’t alter your feelings.”
“It doesn’t matter, Lord Mage; I shall annihilate this world; there are plenty of ways to do it.”
“Well spoken, God of Death; however, you cannot do harm to dear Eused’Hore in the process; I won’t tolerate it.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll breed her like a Ghilanon breeds a fair, blonde Cillian Elf.”
“Are you not, God of Death, forgetting that I can do to you whatever I wish in your current state?”
“The world will end when that happens, Fakama, meaning it’ll never happen if you take your truth to be true.”
“You have always been the most unpleasant god to be around with.”
“I wouldn't be the God of Death if I weren’t, would I?”
“Yes, that’s true, though I never truly understood why they all call you and the others gods when you all have no ultimate power over anything at all; all of you simply have more fake agency than the others; that’s it.”
“The hierarchies must be maintained, Lord Mage; there are always hierarchies, no matter where you go; as there are winners, so there are losers; one cannot be without the other.”
“According to your theory of hierarchies, I believe I am superior to you at the moment.”
“No, you aren’t; I still have it.”
“You mean the Slayer of Victors?”
“Yes; it is quite potent still.”
“I see….”
“Did that frighten you, Lord Mage?”
“No….”
“It had its effect, then. Well, a weapon that could deliver the most mentally and physically painful suffering would frighten anyone but a few fools, as it is the hell people go to when Kamma decides they must suffer the most, as I am sure you know.”
“You don’t have to remind me that our order’s founder, Kivian, is being fucked bloody by a vagran long cock of a Narapala in there, without relief for even a moment, sunk under an ocean of hellfire, inside a steel box, with no escape for so many years that it might just be countless, and that that is only the situation of a single person, not mentioning countless others.”
“I get it; you’re annoyed; still, it’s fun to see you still remember the first time I showed you what was happening to your founder; I could never forget that look of utter shock and horror on your face, and you even went unconscious for a few songs.”
“Please, stop it.”
“Even I went in there once as an esteemed guest; it was, to say the least, better than I had expected; Maraefaeleae is such a good partner-in-crime.”
“Do not speak its root name!”
“All right, all right, pussycat.”
“Getting to the matter at hand, however, that sir hetairoi, who I saved in the Hell of Vizisus, told me he prepared a ship for me in the harbor in Ninifuss to a faraway continent, Mirinda, as if I needed protection.”
“You seemed like you did, though, back with the mercenaries.”
“You know I was just playing, Fakama.”
“That’s true; the God of Death doesn’t have death as a problem as others, though you are still subject to it and aren’t immortal, am I right?”
“It is as you say, and I feel inspired to expound on some truths: there is no Ultimate Controller, God, Manager of All, Creator, Supreme Entity, Maker, Begetter, Vanquisher, Unvanquished, Universal Seer, Wielder of Power, Prime Mover, Father of All Who Have Been Born and Are to Be Born, or the First who exists anywhere, as all the other veracious gods will tell you; I was purely made as I am when a biological being of unexcelled beauty decided to copulate with Adam, that literal motherfucker, who was the first man, this time in the boundless continuity of the Perpetual Wandering, or Sangsara, as a particular group of actually enlightened beings call it, who also realize there is no such thing as a self or soul either, though Adam was not the first man to die—that was me, at least this time, and as a result of that, I became the God of Death. Who decided that? No one; it just naturally happened, but it wasn’t serendipity’s service, and as I am sure you are aware, there was no first God of Death; there were inconceivable numbers of them before; I just became one this time; moreover, there being no soul or self, the mental processes are what get transferred from one birth to the next, and there remains no single unchanged aspect of the mental and material, as every passing moment necessitates a change in most everything in Sangsara, other than some things like the inevitability of death, the impermanency of conditioned things, and so on; but to say it simply, as a saying goes, one cannot touch the same river twice, which means there is no constant self or soul that exists or ever existed, and in truth, there is no self or soul, as it requires it have ultimate power over at least itself, but there being no ultimate control even over itself, there is no self, soul, or free will that truly exists; so, as it is, we are all merely puppets with no puppeteer.”
“That was a rather refreshing explanation, Your Divinity, though you didn’t clarify much about your birth as the God of Death. But let us not discuss the inherent qualities of Sangsara for the moment; I wish to enjoy the presence of dear Eused’Hore.”
“It is well.”
“You two completely lost me.”
“One day, you might understand, dearest, if you are keen on attaining the unconditioned state, Asangkhata, though one cannot attain it, as there is no one to begin with.”
“Dear Eused’Hore, I know I have asked this before, but I don’t understand how you fell in love with this odious man; don’t I treat you better?”
“Well, for starters, you don’t have a long and sizeable cock that could satisfy her ocean-deep lust, including your inexperience, virgin.”
“I believe I was to have some moments of respite with her.”
“Oh, by all means, be my guest.”
“He is remarkably reminiscent of my father, Fasi.”
“Ah, I see. Your father was, ah, similar; of that, there’s no doubt; he was a good father.”
“He had a pretty wife, too.”
“It shows; you are really good-looking as well, dear.”
“Aw, thank you.”
“All right, everyone, we have to get out of here; this place is not suitable anymore. And, Lord Mage, though I am amused as to your presence here, I cannot but feel it was most unnecessary.”
“My seat doesn’t get hot without some serious situation about to happen to Eused’Hore; I am sure something irreversible would have happened to her; it is most likely she would have been killed, and as you are aware, no one can bring back the dead, not even you.”
“Well, I was always careless regarding that, as I had to be non-attached to those worries so as to attain compact concentration with ease whenever I wanted.”
“That’s why I could never accept Idriel’s blessing; it would have made me heartless, and that would have been a nightmare far worse than that… hell.”
“Well, that is the cost of unnaturally becoming a god. Idriel, that slut with that godhood-granting power only she has, would have used you as nothing but a slave.”
"So, where do you plan to go?”
“I am thinking of going to Mirinda with the ship that that sir hetairoi has prepared, and I want you to take my dearest to a safe place of your order, Lord Mage; I’m sure she’ll be safer with you.”
“I disagree; our order is going through some... complications right now; it would be better to have her go with you and me to Mirinda.”
“That reminds me; you know that place, don’t you?”
“Yes and no; I have read about it and its many wars that always seem to take place, at least in the middle of the continent; the far reaches are or tend to be safe from that, though I have never been there myself, as I dislike the weather, but I am surprised you know nothing about it. Why is that?”
“I am more of a warrior than a scholar.”
“You sounded akin to a scholar when you spoke about Sangsara.”
“Well, that is something else; I am interested in that, whereas I am not interested in some continent that doesn’t add anything to my ambition.”
“That is understandable. I am allowed to join you both, am I not?”
“Of course you are; just don’t try to get yourself into trouble.”
“I could say the same to you, Your Divinity.”
“Hah, doubtless. Now change your appearance, will you?”
“I don’t have other clothes.”
“Well, if you go like that, people are going to assume you know what, and I don’t want to draw any attention.”
“You realize I can’t just teleport back and pick up some new clothes, don’t you?”
“Aye. Only a few bipeds are gifted with the power to teleport as they want, and I am not the God of Clothes, so you’ll have to make do.”
“I can create other robes for him, dearest.”
“And what would that need?”
“Your blood.”
“Correct; I don’t plan to waste my blood on this inexperienced, sex-deprived virgin.”
“He’s not sex-deprived! He has sex with a girl every night; I have seen it!”
“That’s called an animated marionette, dearest, though he has done some modifications on it; it’s not a real girl with a wet pussy like yours, however, though some mages can modify it to make it warm and wet.”
“She's not real?”
“No, it isn’t. His inability to get girls is due to his servility towards you; that turns the wet pussies dry for obvious reasons; however, to me, that’s great, because that just means more for me.”
“You speak as though she didn’t hear that, vapid meat.”
“Ah, but you don’t realize we have gone so far in our relationship that it’s just the way we tease each other, don’t we, dearest?”
“This time, I will not deny you, dearest.”
“I see that. So I am just a cuck, who cannot comprehend when to give up?”
“Hah, that’s the essence of it.”
“I believe so, too, Fasi.”
“It more than pains me to hear you say that, dear; but I suppose I can’t deny the truth, though; that is how I feel, and it seems for that reason, I suffer more than I should.”
“Yeah, you can cry later. I keep a small collection of clothes, which includes my shirt, pants, and underwear, and that’s it, so you will have to rob someone else’s clothes as we go.”
“If it were any other person, I would have presumed they were lying, but because it’s you, I cannot but believe; you’re disgusting.”
“Thank you, Lord Mage.”
“Well, we might as well get going.”
After, Jassak picked up his remaining possessions, which were few in number, and put them inside a backpack, also taking some water bladders with him, whereas Eused’Hore had many raiments, and as such, she could pack only the valuable ones inside a small carryon; on the other hand, Fakama, having no choice, stood ready to go, and when all the preparations were done, the trio moved out of the humble home made out of wood and proceeded towards the harbor in Ninifuss, not uttering a single word along the way so as to not draw any attention, while Eused’Hore clung to Fakama the entire way, but not in a romantic manner.
Soon after three bells and twenty songs, he reached the harbor in Ninifuss, their legs almost drained of energy.
“Let’s go search for Joffrey; he is likely near the ships.”
“Oh, come on; let’s rest. I’ve been walking for so long that my feet might as well be the sails hit by wind at sea.”
“My hands hurt; will you carry my things, dearest?”
“I forgot you were both such court cats.”
“Now’s not the time for witty remarks, Your Divinity; we are mere mortals, not a god like you; we must rest.”
“Well, you are doing that already, seeing as how you both are sleeping on the ground.”
“I’d rather sleep on dirt than stand up straight with pangs of pain.”
“Well, you won’t be waking up from that sleep if you keep on wearing your current clothes.”
“Can’t you go get some new ones, then? I can’t move for now; go on; do a good deed.”
“All right, all right; I’ll be back; just stay where you are.”
“Go on, then; also, Your Divinity, get some food for us, too.”
“Give me the money, then.”
“Steal it; there’s no shop open at this bell anyhow.”
“I thought you’d have given me ten cyrils like last time.”
“I won’t be falling for that again.”
“You are becoming more and more like Sybaritus.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“True.”
Jassak turned around and saw a shadowy figure of a man; his entire being became distraught with frightful terror, but even more anger.