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Thread: His Redemption (TheCorsair and Xana)

Laemohn the Defiler. Matthias had believed, up until this moment, that he was dead to horror. In his decade of service to Baath-Me'el, he had raped and murdered. Slain entire villages and made heaps of their skulls. Consorted with and survived among the foulest brood of creatures to stain the earth. Laemohn the Defiler. He watched as the demon's tentacles lashed around Aurianna's limbs, lifting her like a marionette. Tentacles slithered up her body, caressing her breasts and latching onto her nipples. Gripping her thighs and piercing the flesh, mingling her blood with his own. She'd need it, because in moments she wouldn't be able to breathe. A thick tentacle drove into her abused cunt, and another into her ass, and a thin ine slipped up into her urethra. Another forced itself into her mouth, two more into her nostrils, and more into her tear ducts. Laughing, Laemon began to rape her in literally every hole he could find. YOU WILL NEVER FORGET THIS! PALADIN! he boomed. To the end of his days, Matthias could never reconstruct what happened. One moment, he was watching the latest of Aurianna's violations. The next, his hellfire blade was shearing deep into the demon's flesh. He wasn't speaking, just screaming in a monstrous rage that drowned out the demon's agonies. Aurianna collapsed to the ground as Laemohn jerrked his tendrils free to try and ward the fallen Paladin off, and he hacked through them as well. His blade rose and fell like a cleaver, and the stink of seared demon flesh filled the air. On his carven throne, Baath-Me'el applauded lazily. If you wanted her so badly, my slave, you should have simply said so. Chest heaving with his exertions, Matthias lifted his blade and pointed it at the Demon Lord. Enough! This ends NOW!
Thread: His Redemption (TheCorsair and Xana)

Every hole she possessed was violated in the most horrific manner. She jerked and twisted, trying anything, anything at all to escape this monstrosity. Every movement made things worse, as it cut of her oxygen. Her only hope now was that she would suffocate and die, to finally be freed from this torment. Her pussy throbbed in agony, he ass was raw, yet slippery with semen. Her mouth ached as the phallic object forced its way in. Everything else wasreally just too terrible to even contemplate. Everything was going dark until she landed on the floor once more. Forgetting her earlier wish to die, she gasped desperately for precious air. Soon she was covered in a warm wet substance, quite familiar to her at this point. Blood, and lots of it, but surprisingly enough it was not her own. She looked up, to see Matthias hacking away at the fiends fouls tentacles, carving it up with a frightening fury. The entire court was silent, except for the sounds of Matthias ferocity. It seemed everyone was as stunned as she was. Aurianna might not have known that fights and displays of dominance were common place during these exhibitions. That claiming ones right to spoils of war was a political move, one that established and followed a hierarchy. Men and demons alike could see their stocks rise and fall through impulsive claiming and challenges to the established order. This, however, was not anything like the usually pissing contests that transpired here. Death was not a consequence of such displays of power. This brutality was unprecedented, and tension filled the court, as all eyes looked to Baath Meel to gauge what would happen next. Baaths reaction was very much a ploy to reestablish dominance. There was no way the demon lord was misled about the scene he witnessed before him. There was no question as to Matthias motives, yet Baath was feeling generous. Giving the fallen paladin an out to the grave mistake he had made. Demons understood and appreciated the insatiable. Hunger, lust, wrath, most demons only experienced such extremes. If Matthias acted out of lust for the woman he had once cared for, and wrath for being cut off from his rightful place, he could be disciplined, and brought back into the fold. However, if his actions came from somewhere else Aurianna didnt care. Whatever ever the blow back from this was, she was sure it would be aimed at her as well. As though this were her fault for having a close relationship with Matthias in the past. She grew numb as she wondered what horrors would be visited upon her for this, and wondering if Matthias would show her a bit of mercy, and turn the blade on her next.
Thread: His Redemption (TheCorsair and Xana)

Baath-Me'el leaned forward slightly, fixing his golden gaze on the fallen Paladin. Do I hear you correctly? he purred, voice like silk. Do you presume to command me in my own throne room? Matthias was suddenly grateful for the armor he wore, armor that concealed his features entirely. Because he could feel the blood drain from his face at those words. What had he done? He was... no, there was an out. He could simply claim that he wanted Aurianna. He could declare his willingness to kill any who opposed his desire. And then he could have her, brutally, before the entire court. Slaying Laemohn was extreme , but the only law of Hell was to flout the law and fail to get away with it. Hell, it would even increase his standing... He considered it. For a moment, he considered it. His life was horrible. Monstrous. And yet, he had no desire to die. But... something prevented him. Some unexamined shred of emotion he'd thought long-dead. She leaves, he said, voice cold and hard and hollow. She leaves now. With me. Baath-Me'el sighed. And I had such hopes for you, Matthias. But... one should never trust an Oathbreaker. He smiled, revealing perfect white teeth. I speak from experience. Rising, he waved his hand at the court. You may have them both , he announced. But, when you finish, bring Matthias to me . The fallen Paladin sucked in a breath, gritting his teeth against the agony as his demon-soul awoke and tore at him. Satsuysena... he murmured, and his voice strengthened as the words of the spell thundered out. S ats uyse na ! Ear ths hak er! B y t he bin din g of th e Go ds, I sum mo n y ou. Sat suy sen a! E arthshaker ! B ui ld up a ba stio n ag ain st m y f oes ! Sat suyse na! Ear thsh ake r! By th e bi nd in g of Elo ridia n I command you ! The stone floor rumbled and shook, responding to the magic - not divine magic, but not devil magic either. Magic that could be harnessed by those who knew the words. As the demons advanced, howling for blood, spear-like stalagmites erupted from the floor, impaling several and hedging more out. It wouldn't hold them long, but... He felt the surge of power as Barabel appeared, blades in hand. Fool! he snapped, raising his weapons. I'll... The words cut off sharply in a gurgle as Matthias drove his hellsword through the demon's chest. You always did talk too much, Barabel, Matthias snapped, drawing strength from the demon's death. Then he kicked the fallen blades over to Aurianna. Up, woman! he thundered as the first of the demons cleared the stony barricade. You fight now , or accept that this is your sizecolor!
Thread: His Redemption (TheCorsair and Xana)

Matthiau spun sideways, allowing Castor's spear to glide past him as he slashed a vicious backhand at Pollux, The demon parried, barely, and staggered backwards. He faked another blow, stepping to take advantage of the demon's disorientation, then reversed and thrust. Castor gurgled in agony as the burning hellfire blade tore into his right breast. Now, the fallen Paladin snarled, you won't have to worry about any half-breed bastards. Pollux screamed in agony and fury as his twin - his brother and lover - toppled to the ground. Matthiau gave ground under an onslaught of mad fury, barely able to parry hammer-blow after hammer-blow from the demon's bearded axe. Finally, as Pollux gripped his weapon with both hands and brought it up, Matthiau seized the moment and hacked low. Pollux staggered, mewling in shock as his leg was sheared away. The mewling didn't last long as the fallen Paladin crushed his head with a blow from the burning blade. He longed to wipe the sweat from his brow. It was streaming down his face, making a sodden mess of his beard and dripping into his eyes. But that would mean abandoning the protection of his helm. So he shook his head and glanced around. There, like a sculpture of Afodisia herself, stood Aurianna. Painted in blood and posed above the fallen shape of Gorgortox, she glared at him with an expression of mingled curious and hatred. He gestured towards the spiral staircase at the far corner of the room. That way, he called. That way and up! Our only hope is to make our way to the Carnelian Tower! Baath-Me'el, who had still not stirred from his throne, gave him a curious look. Oh? And how will that help? Matthiau's chest heaved beneath his armor, and he grinned like a mad thing beneath his helmet. Because, my Lord... you never revoked my authority over the Ravenous. The fallen Angel regarded him curiously. And what does that have to do with anything? There was a horrendous crashing sound, and incohate roars of pure hatred as the iron double doors that guarded the throne room collapsed. Through them swarmed the steel-scaled horde of the Ravenous, rending and tearing all in their paths. The assembled demons turned their attentions from Aurianna and Matthiau, suddenly intent on defending themselves or fleeing the monster tide. Matthiau's laughter echoed, reaching a mad crescendo as he answered. Because, my Lord, they cannot fit up the stairs! With that he threw himself into motion, reaping a crimson harvest as he hacked his way through the panicked demon mob. Run, Aurianna! Run!
Thread: His Redemption (TheCorsair and Xana)

She nodded to him as he explained his plan, not needing another moment, or even understanding of what he intended. She had no reason to trust him, after the all the betrayals he had wrought, and yet in this moment she had no choice but to trust him, if she wanted to escape demonic captivity and live. Part of it was falling back into old roles, of student and teacher, allies, fighting side by side. It felt right it was the way things were supposed to be. She rejoined Matthias as he dispatched her twin rapists, bending over to retrieve the spear one used. It was a foot too long and too heavy for her to wield optimally, having been designed for the demons larger frame, but even an unwieldy spear was better for her than the blades. She slashed hard in a wide circle before her, literally carving a path to the staircase as Baath taunted Matthias plan. The weapons power left large swaths of dead in its wake, though it left her off balance with each strike. A winged demon slammed her against the wall as she made her retreat, leaving deep gashes in her shoulder with its razor claws. She pushed it back with a free hand, impaling it on a stalagmite that Matthias had risen from the ground. She turned as the keeps doors were breached and the Ravenous poured in. She had never before been grateful to see them, and she doubted she would ever be again. All at once, the brilliance of his plan came together, and the look on Baath Meel face was satisfying. She held the heavy spear before her, pointed towards the stairs bracing for impact as she charge forward. She skewered several demons on the lance as she reached the staircase dropping the weapons as it grew too heavy to support the dying bodies on it. Sher picked up a long sword left of a dead marillith by the stairs and carried it with her as she climbed. The stairs ascended the tower in a circular pattern. Behind her were the sounds of fiends fighting against other fiends, and ahead of her was tentative freedom. She broke into the first room she found, living quarters for one of his favored followers, no doubt. She dug through a chest in front of the bed, pulling out a lovely crimson cloak, lined with velvet. She tied it around herself, not caring that she was ruining with bloodstains. Behind her the door was opened, and she turned towards it, sword held in front of her in both hands.
Thread: His Redemption (TheCorsair and Xana)

Matthias took the stairs two and three at a time, only daring to allow himself to begin to hope as the thick stone deadened the sound of the conflict behind him. At the top of the first flight, he saw one of the doors standing open and bloody footprints leading into the room beyond. He was no master tracker, but it didn't require special genius to determine that Aurianna was within. She turned as he pushed the door open, sword raised. In the intervening few minutes, she'd found time to improvise a toga-like gown out of a crimson cloak. It didn't suit her, and it was sodden with blood and other fluids now, but this was hardly time for a fashion show. Up, he said, gesturing. We need to go up. There's no access to any of the other towers from down here. In truth, there was no access to anything else from this tower. Not unless you could fly, a talent Matthias had never been granted by his dark lord. But she didn't need to know that, or to know his true plan to escape. If she did she would no doubt fight him on it, because it smacked of madness. Madness and death. But what other options did he have? Did either of them have, now? Come on, he snapped, heading back out the door for the stairs. While the Ravenous are still covering our escape. Without bothering to see if she was following him, he headed up the stairs two at a time. Doors flashed by as he sprinted, faster than should have been possible in his heavy plate armor. Finally, when the only way left to go was a trap door in the ceiling, he slammed into it and burst it open. The view from the flat crimson roof of the tower was breathtaking, in a horrific way. In the far distance stood the Veliky Mountains, grey and grim against a darkening sky as they ran east to west from horizon to horizon. The middle distance was occupied by the farms of the serfs, teeming with an unnatural life as the crops that grew there swayed in time to an unnatural wind. The lands around the fortress were burnt and broken, seething with rivers of blood-like water and steaming with thick, dense clouds. And all around them, the Carnelian Tower plunged a hundred feet to the basalt walls of the fortress.
Thread: His Redemption (TheCorsair and Xana)

Up?! She argued, incredulous. She motioned towards the window in the room, but she could see the towering walls just outside, leaving them just as trapped as they were in here. She sighed and nodded, following him, figuring he would certainly be more familiar with this place than she was. She could hear demons following them up the stairs, desperately escaping from the Ravenous any way they could. She stood At his defense as he struggled to open the trap door, pushing all his weight against it. She slashed at an ascending fiend, knocking it back down the steps, crashing into other demons trying to join them. She took Matthias hand and joined him on the roof. Aurianna surveyed the horizon, taken aback by the scenery before her, and the height. Matthais, why are we up here? She asked, fear rising in her voice once more. She whipped her head back and forth frantically now, believing she had to be missing something. There was nowhere to go but down, and that way only lead to death. Why did you bring me here? She demanded now, anger raising her volume. The question could be taken a couple different ways, as, in why did you bring me to the top of a tower with no way down? or why did you bring me, your apprentice, to a demons keep just to be raped and abused? She slammed her hands into his armored chest, the futility of her action mirroring the futility of their escape. Before she could rage against him anymore, the ground beneath their feet began to move, sliding out from underneath them. She broke into a sprint, holding Matthias hand as she made her way to the wall. The tower was toppling below them, but maybe, just maybe, they could make it to the wall. She leapt as her support gave out, stretching her arms out as far as she could. Her body slammed into the basalt wall, knocking the air out of her in an instant. The tower crumbled over, collapsing upon the demons that had sought it out for sanctuary. She scaled the wall, and offered a hand to the heavily armored fallen paladin. When they were both safely on sturdy ground, she sat a moment, catching her breath.
Thread: The Arena of Depravity {darkest_fate&Periodical}

the swirling magics dropped the thin girl onto the middle of the arena floor. Breathless, Garnet til Alexandros, commonly known to her friends as Dagger, looked around. Bits of her recently shorn black hair fluttered across the top of her head while she turned. Dark eyes darted around frantically, while the girl stumbled about to regain herself. She felt as though she'd been hit with a confusion effect, her mind constantly swirling. She'd heard something thud beside her one of her friends? What had been happening? Dagger vaguely recalled a temple... the fiends, maybe? It was all very blurry. She felt something ruffling the white of her garb, just nudging it against the leather jumper that covered most of her. Said brown leather extended over her shoulders and clung to her lithe frame, emphasizing her slight curves without making her look too slutty. It was an adventurer's outfit, which was why she'd picked it when she'd set out so very long ago now. There had been others then, Zidane, Vivi. Now Dagger didn't see anyone. She fumbled on the ground for a moment, gloved hands kicking about the dust and cobblestones. Stones. The temple? Dagger grabbed something, her rod, and she pulled it up. At least she had that, and she could feel her magic within her. She wasn't helpless, despite looking very much like a helpless teenage girl. So where am I? she wondered, blinking and looking around. It was then that she thought she noticed something, a shimmer in the distance. It seemed as though she were in some sort of strange... coliseum of some sort? An arena, perhaps? And she could swear she saw magic forming a sort of barrier to cut her off from what she assumed was the audience. So someone was watching her? Was this some sort of trap? Could her mother... no, her mother was gone. She remembered that. Dagger gripped the rod tighter. She could still summon, still cast, still use her rod if it came to it. So what is this about? she wondered, taking a few cautious steps, wanting to explore around her. The air felt thick, but she couldn't say if that was with anticipation or the actual environment around her. The girl swallowed again, eyes flicking about. this felt like when she'd explored the forest of the fiends, or any of the other countless ruins they'd explored together. Except now she was alone not a single companion, and she knew she'd miss Zidane's dagger, Vivi's magic, Steiner's sword, Freya's spear, Eiko's magical backup... yes, this did not look good. But I can do it, she murmured, tightening her grip on her rod. I'm stronger now. I can do this, she took a deep breath, mentally readying summons, ready to blast the first thing that looked like a fiend breathed out of the Mist.
Thread: The Arena of Depravity {darkest_fate&Periodical}

Large flood lights from above began to turn on with a loud clang, and once the magical barrier was finished, the final of the five lights had illuminated nearly all of the arena. This time, the ground was cobblestone, hand placed by some poor slave. The lights, had caused a sort of spotlight effect in the center of the arena, but there was enough dark spots along the outside and near the barrier where there was literally almost zero visibility. This was for a few reasons. There would be no time to prepare, and it put an individual's ability to fight at the focus of things, as opposed to one's ability to aim. The other point to mention about the barrier, it let in noise. Flooding and echoing now, the sound of rabid fans in the crowd started to grow and grow. They were getting so loud, it was almost as though the ground started to shake and move. They were stomping their feet, some yelling in a language similar to English, others yelling in something that was completely out of left field. Ultimately, this was an arena, and Garnet would be one of the main events. For a moment, the crowd silenced, leaving Garnet to her own thoughts, before a shadow jumped out of the dark. The creature was a canine like creature. It's ears pointed like that of a German Shepard, but it's face was much darker and had much more pronounced angles. It's body, rippled with muscle, and long fingers were wrapped around a sort of golden staff. Standing slowly, the creature was tall, standing at more than 7 foot, but not much more than 7 and a half feet. It's ears had made up a little of the distance. Bare muscle stared down the poor girl, and the only piece of clothing on the creature was a torn loin cloth. This was a creature that had a better sense of smell, and a better sense of hearing than a normal human would, but where it lacked was it's eyesight. It could move quick though, whether it be travelling on all fours or just running like a human would. An announcer's voice overhead announced the loud name of the creature and the crowd sprang back to life, changing the name Magnus! Magnus! Magnus! The creature stretched for a moment, and one by one, a few more creatures, similar to the larger one stepped out. These were much smaller, wearing similar garb, but their faces and snouts were a little more rounded. They didn't look quite as strong, or fast, and these creature were completely blind. The larger creature Magnus was staring down the girl. Tension filled the air, and after less than a minute, Magnus raised his finger to point at the girl and the smaller creatures sort of sprang into action. Charging Garnet, their only goal really was to get her on the ground, and to get her ready. They wouldn't overwhelm her though, they were more apt to go in one by one, and take whatever shots they needed to take.
Thread: The Arena of Depravity {darkest_fate&Periodical}

The shouts dazed Dagger. They had seemed to come from no where, though she should have expected as much. No one went through this much effort without putting an audience down to watch. The princess couldn't determine why it had all been done however. No one announced anything. Instead a creature appeared. Dagger wasn't certain if it were fiend or a creature with a working mind. It could be like Freya's people, or any of the other members of the thinking world who happened to have faces that looked more animal than human. She took a step back nonetheless the creature intimidated by sheer presence. The girl also had trouble believing that they would drop someone in an arena, someone who looked like that, just to speak with her. Wait for it to move, she whispered to herself, pulling her staff against her body, readying spells. She could hit it hard, perhaps summon Bahamut against it, or perhaps test to see if it had some elemental weakness she could exploit. The chanting began as Dagger thought, the constant reiteration of the name beating against her. more fiends appeared. Dagger nearly thought this an advantage. More meant weaker, and these looked nearly pathetic next to the larger one. They also bore no signs of intelligence. I don't want to fight you! she called, gripping the staff tightly. They moved, sprung. Dagger reacted. she'd stored up a charge from the Dragon Lord, and a blast of pure magical energy ripped in a column, chewing into the first few charging dogs. Dagger stood, nearly gaping. Her nerves had cost her dearly in her magical reserves she'd have to be more cautious. She wasn't even sure that had done the task, though she seriously doubted they'd survive something like that...