Thread: Mainland ||Aatgarus et Lagertha||

The demons were not far from the ship. Upon Zek'Aram's command, they made haste towards the ship's position. The people saw the incoming demon horde and began to rush even more towards the ship, if that was possible. The ship's captain seemed to take notice of the demon horde as well, doing his best to recall his hands to the ship so they can leave for the isles. Some warriors voluntarily left the ship, standing fast to face the demon horde. Demons descended on the populated beach. Those who were unlucky enough to make it on the ship either panicked or fought back against the invading demons. The ones who fought back had their fates sealed. Lesser demons were mindless grunts, devoid of any reasoning or remorse. Zek'Aram's command was to kill any who opposed them and capture the rest who were present, and so they carried out their orders without question. Instantly, the demons tore apart any who would raise arms against them. Some of the demons tried to make it onto the ship, as their orders were to occupy it as well. Luckily, the warriors were able to hold off the demons in time for the ship to make it off the beach. They failed in that part of their order and the ship was able to make it back to the isles to travel another day. Despite this failure, many people were still left behind. It was not long before all resistance died down at the beach, as they were no match for the ferocity of Zek'Aram's demon horde. The rest of the people who were too scared or weak to fight were rounded up by the demons and held captive while they awaited for their leader to arrive. --- Zek'Aram and Annasalia were not far from where the ship was. With how fast he moved, it did not take him long to meet up with the rest of his forces. He was elated to see that there were many people rounded up by his forces, but disappointed when he did not notice any remains of the ship. One of his demon soldiers informed him that the ship was able to escape before they could take it for themselves. The resistance that did try to stop them was wiped out however and the ship did not take many people with it. This at least was a victory for Zek'Aram. He now had even more mortal slaves now. He will have to consult with the other generals on the mainland and his Lord in order to figure out what to do with them. For now, he ordered his forces to head back to the Obsidian Spire his own base of operations within the mainland. His forces departed first, taking the captive humans with them. Zek'Aram stood at the beach for a moment, looking down at the girl cradled in his arms. She had lost consciousness by now, peacefully asleep against his body. So many possibilities ran through his mind as he admired his trophy's body. A truly flawless creation, one that was so pure until this night. Perhaps her mind was not always pure, but her body was until he defiled it with his own hands. Much lay in store for her he imagined all of the fearful thoughts that will run through her mind, as well as her face lighting up in pure agony and ecstasy the moment he takes her virginity, filling her with his demonic seed. Your torment, as well as your pleasure, is just beginning... He said to her, unsure if she could hear his words or not. With one hand, he lightly caressed her pale cheek with a finger, before following the rest of his forces back to their headquarters. --- Zek'Aram sat in his throne room, which was empty for the time being. He held Annasalia on his lap, laying her against him. He eagerly waited for the moment she woke, eager to see her reaction. Leaning his left arm on the rests of his throne, he lifted his arm up, resting his chin against his hand. His right hand lightly caressed her right breast, taking in the feel of the soft skin of her bosom, as he waited for her to wake.