AN: Get out your torches, folks, because you cannot see otherwise. Yes. I did have fun writing this one out, and it's still weird to say it aloud.
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"Oh, My Lord God has given me such wondrous ingredients for the Feast," I giggled elegantly as I laid out my keys for the piano before my eyes, "Oh yes. For you see, he forbade me from touching one of your kind, even if they become destructive." The one before my eyes was naught, but one of those "silent types" many of the females had proclaimed were "cool" and "their type". Rather odd, really, as they were each one of My Lord God's Undying, and could not breed.
"Well, no matter." Quickly, I had the Skeleton Crew remove their clothing, but instead of simply taking them off via a pair of scissors, they decided to rip the clothing off. "Brutes," I muttered, holding a small knife towards the lower extremities. Only to find, "Nothing?" Oh this is bad. So, so bad. If this is a female, My Lord God will not at all be amused. For between the creature's legs was naught, but a slit of flesh. "Are you a female?" My voice was full of anger, as I glared into the eyes of Number Four.
Of which rewarded my person with an, "Are you stupid?" look. This led to my slicing its right cheek in anger. "Whoops. Mustn't get too carried away."
"Hmm," my voice hummed as I stared at the slit, and gently stimulated it. This action resulted in something pink poking through, before quickly receding. "Ah hah!" My voice was filled with triumph, as I shoved my left primary clawed hand into the slit in order to grasp the slippery appendage. To which I was rewarded with a gasp from Four, as he squirmed against my grip.
"Now then." Pulling the appendage forward, one of the Crew stepped forwards to hand my regal self a handful of small clamps. These were placed upon the pink thing as tightly as possible, as a section of the table was raised in order to attach it to the wires hanging from the top. Once attached, did I begin slicing into the offending appendage which caused its ill use to be the focal point of this session.
Of course Number Four was in pain, but did not cry out in the least. This was disconcerting, as I prided myself in creating the perfect sounds from each of my victims. "Hmm. What about this, then?" Taking up another, much sharper knife, I held it to the slit's opening nearest its abdomen. In one quick stroke, sliced into the scaled flesh, pulling it gently until I came upon the solar plexus.
"There it is," I crowed with joy, as Number Four screamed mightily from the pain in his abdomen. This would continue, as I slowly skinned the scales from its body, peeling and nailing it down near its sides. "I found your weakness," my voice sang softly, as my body twirled in a light circle, before resuming the peeling of its flesh until I found the organs.
"Oh? Well, this is rather interesting. It seems your organs are pretty much the same as anyone else's, except for this one." Gingerly, I pulled out an odd, black and brown egg-shaped stone. It was located above the stomach, set to the right of the esophagus.
"Here," I handed the odd egg to one of the Undying, "Give it to our Lord God. Perhaps He will know what to do with it. Now then, time to crack open your bones." Sometimes I wished I still retained some lips to convey my true feelings, as I held a dull saw to Number Four's breastbone.
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"What is this?" I asked one of my silent Undying, as it held up its torch in one clawed hand, and an odd egg in another. The skull atop this one simply clicked and clacked, as it turned away to return to the Lich's side. "Have any of you seen such a thing?" The egg was handed to each of the dragonfolk nearest my person, as they had been forced to watch the torture of one of their kind, and were glad for the reprieve.
"No, Lord," was the general reply, before being forced to witness the first victim's longer intestines placed upon a turntable of some sort, then slowly pulled from its body as it rotated. This type of torture was quite common upon one of the human infested worlds, which was also one of the few places I enjoyed.
"Hmm. San'yuu," I called out to the air, as a portal of shadows and violet energies opened in front of my person, revealing the old Dragonock carrying a tired Siuun and Shoriin.
"You called for me, Lord?" He asks, setting down the girl-child and basilisk. Of whom widened their gaze and dashed over to "Uncle Bones" as he worked on the first victim. Of which caused my mental self to smirk just as he twitched at the high pitched wail of her voice. This then led to him scrambling and muttering about how dangerous that was, before turning to glare and scold the child for startling his person, then order her to help him pull out the eyes. This was done so, as his own chaotic energies coursed through the body in order to keep it alive and screaming.
"What do you make of this?" I asked, handing him the odd stone.
Of which caused the other's eyes to widen, as he began to ask where I had gotten such an item, before motioning him towards the screaming creature upon the rack. "Ah. Yes. May I ask his crime?"
"Child abuse, and was caught raping a boy-child whilst it was gagged." The elder shivered along with those in ear shot of my voice, which was nearly all in attendance.
"Well, to be honest, this is called a 'Dragon Stone', and when given enough magick, can allow a person to use its power for pretty much anything. It truly does depend upon the elemental type," his speech was slow, as he contemplated some great mystery within his mind, and handed the item back towards my person.
"Do all dragonfolk have such a stone?" I asked, curious.
Unfortunately, I was led to disappointment, as he shook his greyed scaled head slowly, "No, Lord, only the Draconians have this. Although some of us Dragonocks have them, too, but they are far too rare."
"A pity, but are you able to tell if you have one?"
"Something is there, yes," he spoke quietly, as Brutus, Siuun, and Shoriin fell onto the second victim with great gusto. Of whom screamed more so than the first, and frightened the small basilisk enough to run towards my person and hide behind my right clawed foot. "However, it will take some time to fully understand what it does.
"In any case, Lord, is it necessary for everyone to bear witness to such a spectacle?" Turning towards his person, I asked him what he meant by such words. To which he replied with, "It is understandable that such crimes against children are punishable by death, under your ruling, but is it truly necessary for everyone to watch it take place?"
"Yes," I replied with a booming voice, as I stooped down to lift Shoriin into my lesser arms. To which it wiggled its tail quickly, as it yapped down at the world from its perch, "For all must know the price for such actions against my laws, and all must gather and bear witness to the Feast of Screams. Or as many within my servants like to call it, 'Il Concerto dei Dannati'. The Concert of the Damned."
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"The Concert of the Damned" was aptly named not for the torture done up by an expert torturer, but of what proceeded soon afterwards. As each of the bodies, cut open and revealing missing organs and blood dying the ground scarlet, were stretched taut by the chains which bound them to the tables. Once the Lich made sure each of their limbs were tightly bound, did he have ten silvered, human skeletal Undying stand next to the still living bodies with their clawed hands outstretched in order to receive other lit torches. Each of these flames came in the colours of Azure, Scarlet, and Violet, as well as their own emerald flames. Of which caused their bodies to stand out.
"My Lord God," called out Brutus, whose alabaster silk robe was almost completely dyed with the blood of these child abusers. Whereas Siuun, who seemed to giggle at the thought of removing organs from the five, was snacking on her third liver whilst Shoriin helped itself to its second. "We are ready to begin."
"Very well," I stood tall, stalked forwards until I stood in the approximate centre of this event, and turned to address the thoroughly frightened audience.
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"I have two rules," my voice shook the air about their persons, "Follow orders given during times of crisis and battle, and Never. Abuse. Children. It's just that simple, and I know you who are new amongst us were told, as I was the one who spoke such words. Yet, what happened? Five, no six, males decided to rebuke my laws and attack several children and adolescents.
"Why? Why would they do such a thing, when we have slaves to satisfy your needs of sexual exertion?" There were a few chuckles amongst the crowd before my person, but were quelled almost as immediately as it began. However, there were still a good number who cringed at such a word.
"Yes. I have slaves, but they are not you, the People of the Dragon. They are Kin, beastfolk, and other species you have yet to come across. If you look closely, you will note I have a pair of Draconian servants. They are not slaves, but have chosen to forgo their lives to serve my person," at these words, I placed my right primary clawed hand upon my solar plexus for a short moment, then allowed it to drift to my side once more. Whereas my left and right lesser clawed hands arced to encompass the whole of everyone present.
"You, all of you, have been given a choice. Serve my person willingly, and you will never be called a slave again. All of my servants will tell you the truth: They are given much freedom, but still follow orders. And now you have that chance.
"However," my primary left clawed hand held up its forefinger, whilst the rest were lightly balled against my palm, "However, should you choose not to serve, then you shall be released back into the world which tried to enslave you. None of you will remember what you have seen here, nor how to reach such a place. Instead, it will all just be a simple dream to you, or a story you heard your mother speak about around the fire. Perhaps even by one of your elders. Who knows?"
Many were angry, of course, and those who felt brave enough were on their feet whilst ranting and raving about my offer being another shackle upon their person. "Yes. Many will see it that way, but tell me. What have you seen in this short turn? This village, is it not peaceful? Do they not seem to be at all at ease amongst my Undying? Beyond the bowing, and sometimes scraping, they have performed towards them, have you seen any of them treat the dragonfolk as anything less than they deserve?"
"No," muttered one of the newcomers, who then shrank down onto the ground, as others patted its shoulders lightly.
"No," I repeated, my voice no longer shaking the air around their bodies, "No. They are treated with kindness and the utmost dignity. They have been given good food, clean water, a bed to lie upon, and a roof over their heads. Yes. They have chores to maintain the village, but that is all.
"Whilst the adults work, the children are given the opportunity to be children. Outside of here, who knows what would have happened? Whereas those who are adolescents are given over to my Undying in order to train as warriors and understand their new lives.
"However," thunder returned to my voice, which seemed to cause clouds to gather high above our heads. For I was angered beyond anything up to this point, "However, those who break my laws are given a punishment befitting their crimes. If you do not follow orders without giving an explicit reason why, you may end up paddled or whipped for your insolence. Abuse a child?" Lightnings crackled across the clouds gathered in the colours of crimson and violet, "You deserve a fate worse than death."
Turning towards Brutus, who held up a torch with emerald flames, I nodded towards his person to begin. Of whom cackled loudly, as the skeletal Undying each raised up their emerald flames, and thrust them into the cavity of the still living dragonfolk who dared to challenge my laws. These flames coated the bodies, but did not burn it. Instead, they burned away the essences within the vessel; the soul or spirit many would call it.
Of which caused each to wail and shriek in voices unheard of amongst the living. It even went as far as causing the physical bodies to buck and twist as though desiring to run away from the flames. "Azure," called out the Lich, which caused them to remove their torches and thrust the blue flames into the area around the heart.
Once again, it did not harm the physical body, but caused the essences within to wail considerably more. However, these flames had a special property about them, and displayed such a gift by revealing the essences of the five captives in various forms. Such as one being slowly torn apart, only to reform to begin the process over and over again. A second had its form slowly diced into thousands of pieces, reformed, and diced again. The third and forth held similar experiences, where they were being slowly burnt alive whilst forced to stay awake through the entire ordeal.
The fifth and final offender had something never before seen. It was simply forced to become a female Draconian, much like the female who was pushed down in front of my person, and repeatedly raped by a variety of Shades with exposed members. Yes. They each appeared to be the normal members of humans, but upon entering the body, reveal a variety of wicked implants. Such as barbed wire running around one as it was shoved into that which was betwixt its legs, or another which became a wavy short sword. Yet another simply grew much larger than possible, as it was shoved into the female's maw whilst it repeatedly thrusted.
"Violet," called out Brutus, as the Undying pulled away their azure coloured torches.
It was at this time the victims were given a minute reprieve, before beginning to wail as more pain was inflicted upon their persons. This time, however, the torches were shoved into their slits where their own members were located, as chaotic energies flooded their entire beings with new pains. The images of the essences were given more form, and showed a more detailed scene. Such as three of the five being electrified to dead and revived whilst they endured the other torments the azure flame inflicted. The fourth, of whom was one of the pair who was burnt alive, had to watch as a violet coloured shade ripped out its genitals and forced it to eat them. Once they were swallowed, however, they immediately grew back and the process repeated.
The fifth, the one who was forced to become a female, was now being raped by a giant, violet Shade's member. Of which entered and exited the body quickly until it became a blur. When I say that it was a giant's member, I mean just that. No. The female did not rip apart as the human did so many turns ago with Roshaan, but was forced to watch as its body stretched to accommodate the size and shape whilst retaining its small form.
Yes. It was quite entertaining to watch, but unfortunately, all things must come to an end.
"Scarlet," howled the Lich, as the wailing had become outrageously, deliciously loud. As one, the Undying retrieved the violet flamed torch from betwixt their legs, and shoved the scarlet torch directly into their hearts.
Yes. This killed their bodies, effectively ending their right to live whilst they burned. However, their essences were now bound to our plane of existence, and therefore can be obliterated. Which means, if I so choose, I can disperse that which gave them a chance to live upon the world called Azara to the winds. They would never be allowed to reincarnate, or move onto any other heaven or hell which awaited them.
Instead, I chose to do something... different.
Striding forwards, I reached out and grasped the five's essences with my clawed hands, and held them up high. "This is what awaits you if you choose to abuse the children and adolescents under my protection." In so saying, my maw opened wide, revealing the darkness within, and swallowed their screaming selves in a single gulp.
"Choose," my voice thundered throughout the forest, causing the earth to quake and many a tree to fall over, "Choose to follow my person forevermore, or leave without the knowledge you had gained here. These are your choices, as there are no others available. For if you choose to stay, and live under my rule, then I shall grant you one desire. A chance to kill those who would enslave you, and take hold of this land you call home.
"Now. Choose."