Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 602: The Lady Of The Night

The lady of the night–a title given to the lesser generalʼs captives who were given the honor to serve him in his chambers. More often than not, it used to be the slaves that his army had captured, but tonight was different as Kelissa–a demi-human vampire serving as the underling of the general–was bestowed the honor to serve him tonight.

Sheʼd been out for a long time, fighting against the heroʼs army charging in their direction. But just a week ago, her chosen keeper was defeated–even captured by the heroʼs strange ability to turn anything living into his dark slaves. And now, finally, after recovering from her wound and the generalʼs temper turned normal, she was called to detail him about what happened, along with serving him in the most intimate of ways.

As she passed through the city streets inside the dome, the slaves and even those serving the general by their own free will gawked at her waltzing in her lacy dress. A dark netted one piece that barely covered her buttocks and had slits by the hips to tantalize the general even more. She wore it high and proud with her flat chest puffed with confidence.

Licking her dark lips, she smiled at the crowd. Brushing her pale skin for even the slightest speck of dust, she kept herself pristine and ready to receive the general in his bed. Following her was one of her slaves, hooded and with a slumped back. His eyes remained downcast, for sheʼd already plucked one of his eyes out for running into her naked while she was changing clothes long ago.

Making room for them to pass through the busy streets, the crowd forged a path to what was called the pillar. A tall and dark pillar of the same material as the dome stood in the middle of the ground with the entirety of the dome emerging from its top. It was the strongest structure in the city, even stronger than the outer walls. Thus, the general had made it his home and lived there comfortably while his servants wreaked havoc through the oceanic desert.

ʼLetʼs hope that heʼs not too upset…ʼ As she reached the tower, Kelissa flung open the door and walked right in. Her servant remained outside as if guarding the place even though he was visibly incapable of doing so.

Walking up a spiraling set of stairs, Kelissa ignored the many admirers that she had working inside the tower. Being vampiric in nature, her fangs were enough of a warning to keep everyone away from her. Finally, after a good while as she stood in front of the generalʼs room, she whispered something to herself, and a gentle voice responded right back.

”You have to get his attention off of things for just a while–Iʼm sure you can do it.” Taking a deep breath, she nodded and pushed the door open. Walking inside, she saw the general lazing about on his soft cotton bed. His body, heavy as it was, had sunk deep into the soft mattress, and thankfully for Kelissa, he was still wearing his clothes while waiting for her arrival.

Eyeing him as he eyed her back, she took in his masculine frame and pondered.

ʼWhy did he have to be hideous?!ʼ The head of a worm with no eyes or a nose, the lesser general was a demi-human, somehow born from a spineless progenitor. His body was as squishy as the bed that he was lying on, and yet having human features or rather that of a centaur or a minotaur, his chest and legs were as sturdy as steel.

”Ughh, youʼre finally here…” Picking himself up, the worm-faced generalʼs mouth closed into the shape of a smirk. His eyes followed Kelissaʼs frame up and down before beckoning her closer. Nodding along, the vampire quickly moved onto his lap and placed a hand on his chest. Forcing a smile, she placed her hand onto the generalʼs shoulders while her fingers traced along his chest. ”So, I heard your army was defeated by the so-called hero…”

When her attempt at seduction didnʼt work, Kelissaʼs body jerked away from the generalʼs chest. The only thing that persisted was her hand, still roaming around his chest with her fingers carving at his sternum.

”I…I tried to keep them contained but!”

As anger took hold of the general, his long neck wrapped around Kelissaʼs neck. Squeezing it tight, he choked her out of words.

”NO BUT! YOUʼVE FAILED ME ALREADY! DONʼT YOU DARE MAKE ANY EXCUSES!” He barked at her face, his grimy saliva spilling all over her. Sticking out his pin-like tongue, he licked Kelissaʼs pale skin as if marking her as his territory.

But thatʼs when it hit him–a sharp pain in the chest and shards of glassed mana pouring out from every inch of his skin. Screeching in pain, he finally let go of her, and the moment Kelissa was free, she wasted no time in pulling out a knife that sheʼd been hiding in the back of her skin-tight dress.

Watching the general choking as his mana was being purged from his body, Kelissa gave one last look to the rune that sheʼd carved on his chest with her fingers.

”Oestheriopyroprosis still works like a charm, eh?”

”Wh-what?!” Grabbing his own neck, the general squealed like a pig being gutted while still alive.

”The thing thatʼs gonna kill you, thatʼs what you, bastard!” Raising the blade, Kelissa aimed right for the generalʼs heart and with no magic protecting him anymore, it pierced right through his chest.

”GAUGHH!” Like a fountain, the generalʼs worm-like mouth began spraying out blood. Heʼd been stabbed in the lungs, but Kelissa didnʼt stop there and continued to stab him everywhere while he was still struggling from the effect of the rune stripping his strength away.

But even when near death and stripped of his magic, the general reached with his hand and grabbed Kelissa by her hips. Swinging her in a wide arc, he sent her body flying against the dark walls of his bedroom. A burst of dust emerged as the wall shattered behind him. The interior, not as sound as the exterior, was designed to be easily renovated, but even then, the shattering surprised the general.

”Wh…who? WHO ARE YOU?!” He screamed while slowly getting up from his blood-ridden bed.

To his horror, as he looked in the direction of the settling dust, the person that emerged from within wasnʼt Kelissa but one of the heroʼs closest aides. Amedith, still dressed in the uncomfortably tight clothes, stood in front of the general with his wounds healing with a golden glow. His eyes continued to stare down at the monster, all the while, Liliyana emerged from behind him as a tiny fairy that settled on one of his shoulders.

”Raven, a little help…” Whispered the warrior spy, and to his words, a bright blue portal appeared next to him.

”WHAT?!” Screeched the general, unable to comprehend what was happening, especially since the hero was led right into his lair. ”YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! WHAT DID YOU DO TO KELISSA!”

His pride still prevailed, however, once Raven emerged from the portal–the confidence he had lasted not even a few seconds. Watching the hero standing in his room, his wolf hide coat brushing about in the wind shooting through the portal, the general glanced over to the door for some help.

”G-GUARDS!” He screamed, but unbeknownst to him, Monty–or rather the hooded slave had already slashed the throats of all guards without anyone outdoors realizing what happened.

Left on his own, his head slowly turned back to the warlord. Shivering at the thought of the rumors that heʼd heard about the hero, he took a deep gulp yet prepared to fight him.

”A-as if Iʼll go down so easily!”

”No, your death wonʼt be easy–that much I can promise you,” Raven responded, and the next thing the general knew, a dark hand shot through the heroʼs chest and stabbed him right through the heart.

Blood pooled in his mouth once more, but instead of fading away, he felt the hero prying in his mind–changing his thoughts, his goals, his dreams, and even the smallest things about him. Thus, in the end, much like his mind, the generalʼs soul is altered by the heroʼs touch. But even that…was just the beginning of the agony soon to come. For being forced into a dream, a dream about his childhood, the general watched the horrors that heʼd committed and experienced it all once again. But not as the aggressor but rather through the minds and bodies of his victims.

From the devouring of children to the live skinning of slaves, and even the rape of young women. He felt their fear, he experienced their hurt, and thus, in his death, he saw what his victims did and came to understand how it felt to be used against oneʼs will. Needless to say, being raped and devoured by his own body, was an experience he would never want to experience again.

But as Raven stood on his body writhing in pain, the warlord said a few words, but they had enough agony to last until the end of days.

”That will be your purgatory, experiencing what they felt over and over again…” Listening to the sound of the heroʼs footsteps walking away, the demi-human general screamed as loud as possible while flailing on the ground like a fish.

”Throw him to the monster cage, let them eat him alive or rape his body all day–just make sure that the healers donʼt let him die.” With that order given to Monty, whoʼd just entered the room, Raven made his way out of the tower to murder the rest of the monsters living within the fortress dome.