AN: As I said yesterday, it's the first NSFW chapter of the arc. Yes, there will be others, and will probably end up being more detailed than this one is. However, they might not be as torture based as the ones from the first arc, but as I've said before, nothing is set in stone.

As always folks, thank you for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please let me know down below.

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"You killed Carl," wailed one of the humans, "I'll kill you!" Before their weapons were drawn, and their magicks cast, the heads of the humans who drew their vengeful eyes upon my person rolled from their bodies. The mouse-kin's scream punctured the silence that oozed from the room about us, as another Undying emerged from the shadows, flicking its blades to remove any residue of blood, before sheathing it behind its back. "We shall protect our Lord High God from all who dare oppose His will," the words hissed from this being in front of my person, whose metallic body was serpentine in nature and form.

"We have work to do," my voice was low, deep, as it shook the interior of the temple we now congregated within. Turning towards a group of huddled, robed humans, I demanded, "Where is your leader? Where is the one who dared to summon I?" The staff I wielded struck the ground with its base, emphasising the words I spoke with a great force that made these robed individuals fall to their knees in fear.

"We did not mean to summon you, O God of another realm," one of their number proclaimed.

"We desired heroes, My Lord God," whimpered another.

"You summoned my person to your world, and yet you do not desire my presence in your time of great need? Have you no shame?" The two who had spoken were beaten by their compatriots, and apologised over and over for their words. "Be grateful I am in a mood to help, humans."

"Thank you, My Lord God," they bowed their heads repeatedly towards my person over and over again, as they hurriedly ushered us towards an anti-chamber which would then lead to the throne room of the human's king.

However, "Wait!" squeaked a small voice, of whom belonged to the mouse-kin female. As I turned my body towards her voice, one of my many shields deflected a projectile fired upon my person. This came from the female herself, which only caused my eyes to glow a fierce emerald colour.

"You dare," growled Brutus, who prepared to cast a death spell towards her, but was stopped as I laid a hand upon his shoulder. "My Lord God?"

"<>," I intoned, pointing the gnarled, oak staff towards the female. Great chains of gold and jewels erupted from the earth, binding her wrists and ankles, before hoisting her into the air. "I will not suffer insurrection," my voice shook the temple to its very core, as I waved my left hand before my person, summoning a score of Undying. They knelt before my body in rows of five, before turning their attention towards the bound female who began to scream for someone to save her from the monster that was I.

"You have all done well in serving my person thus far," their attention turned back towards myself, and a few had a gleam of a great hunger in their eyes, "As a reward, this creature will be gifted to you. However, I desire to know if any of you are able to prepare the flesh of a mouse-kin."

All eyes turned back towards the female, but this time, there was a great hunger within them. It was as though the female suddenly found herself surrounded by a pack of half starved wolves. Or, in this case, felines. "No," she cried out, doing her best to fight against the gold and jeweled chains that held her aloft.

"I know of how to prepare such a delicacy, My Lord God," came the response from a male bear Undying, who had raised one of his primary claws in volunteering, "but I need to know if it is a male, or a female before we proceed."

In response to his query, I had one of the chains begin stripping the female of her clothing, bearing in mind to limit the amount of damage sustained to her grey and pink flesh. "Ah," his eyes brightened with realisation, "It's a female." The bear Undying rubbed his paws together, as he made his way towards the bound mouse-kin who was now crying great streams down her reddened cheeks. As her ripped clothing revealed a pair of small mounds upon her chest, and almost no hair around that which is between her legs.

"Hmm," he hummed slowly, then bent down to peel open the folds betwixt her legs, "It appears her hymen is intact, My Lord God."

"What does this have to do with anything, Rojaahn? Other than the obvious of her being a virgin, of course," I sighed a great sigh, as one of my eyes spied the open and hungry gaze of the priests who desired the female before them. However, their hunger would never be satiated, as she was destined for my servants, not their loins.

"It means we will be able to craft an Elixir of Extended Mortality," he spoke matter-of-factly, "This elixir would greatly extend a mortal's life by double its span." The priests eyes bulged at this piece of information, and all turned towards my person with hopeful eyes that did nothing, but disgust me.

"We do not owe you a thing, humans, nor are you one of my followers. Therefore, you will gain nothing in your hopes for a longer life," my voice was a low growl of anger and hatred, as I turned away to find the female pleading for help, whilst the Undying bear began to lick that which is betwixt her legs with the flat of his tongue. Within mere moments, her entire body was flushed, then stiffened as fluids erupted from between her legs and into the mouth of the other.

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"Very sweet," he muttered, nodding his head slowly, then spoke up, "My Lord God, I shall be able to prepare a great feast using her flesh, blood, and sweet fluids."

"Good," my voice rumbled once more, causing the temple to quake, "Then do so, whilst I speak to this humans' king."

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"Well?" My voice was dangerously low, as I stared upon the male human who would be king. There were others about us, in what was supposed to be a "throne room", but the I of that time would simply call it an anti-chamber. In other words, it was far too small by anyone's standard, save maybe a dwarven wretch. "You have summoned my person to your world. What is it that you desire of me? Speak quickly, human, for I am far too busy to listen to the prattlings of inferior creatures."

"We have summoned a god," whispered the king of humans, whose face flushed with sickly heat as the echoing screams of the mouse-kin entered the whole of his castle, "and he is angry."

"Yes, human. I am," my eyes glowed a fierce and baleful crimson, as the human continued to sweat profusely.

"Please," his voice trembled under my terrible gaze, "My daughter. She was abducted barely a moon turn ago by cultists to a dark god. They plan to sacrifice her to raise their dark god from the Abyss. Please," he fell to his hands and knees, bowing his head full of iron and silvered hair upon the ground. "She is all I have. Please. Save my daughter."

"If that is your desire," my voice boomed over the cries and screams of the Kin, causing a small quake to shake the earth into violence, "then so shall it be." The gnarled oak staff struck the ground to emphasise my acceptance of such a request, and though you may look upon me as though I were a stranger, know this. I did what I did in order to continue my vengeance upon the "tribunal". Everything else was naught, but a means to that end.

"Where are these cultists?" My eyes flared briefly, as they turned towards the shadows behind the king where I spied another human who was ignoring my person to sneer at the begging king. "<>," I intoned once more, pointing at the shadowed human. Of whom squawked at the gilded chains that bound it, and brought it forth into the light of the anti-chamber.

"What is the meaning of this?" Cried out a small human in a jester's costume, complete with bells jingling about its person. The face, on the other hand, was painted white and red, depicting a forever laughing smile upon its features.

"M-my Lord God?" Stammered the human king, whose eyes glanced back and forth between my person and the thing bound with gilded and jeweled chains.

"This one knows of something about your missing daughter," the room we were in shook under the rumble that was my voice, "It has been sneering towards your person with contempt. More so when you begged for my assistance in your time of need. If it was worried, it would have rushed to your side with all haste, but did nothing. Therefore, it is guilty of hiding something important about these events."

"My lord," it squawked loudly, "Do not listen to this creature. I have stood by your side all these years in loyalty. I beg of you, do not throw away our time together upon the whims of another."

"Look closely, little thing, for your king no longer hears your pleas," and it was true, for the king's eyes have gone blank with rage, as it stared upon the wretched jester held bound by gilded and jeweled chains. For you see, my dear audience, one who has become close to the madness from grief needs only a single push to fall over the edge, and this "jester" was that push.

"Where is she?" The human's king roared, shaking the small creature by the throat. Of whom was now turning purple from the lack of oxygen to its brain, "Where is my daughter?"

However, it released the other and crumpled to the floor just as I placed a hand upon its brow as I intoned, "<>."

"My Lord," came the cries of other humans, who rushed to their king's aid, but stopped as my form to shape into that of a giant, four-armed skeleton coated in an acidic poison. "Monster," they cried as one, and rushed to attack my person, as it broke through the ceiling proper, revealing the darkness of the night sky. However, they were stopped not by my breath, but by Brutus and a score of ghostly skeletons.

To these, I did not care, as my body turned back towards the bound jester, only to find it dead from fright. "A pity," my voice shook the chamber greatly, as I pointed a lesser clawed hand towards the body, intoning the spell, "<>."