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 Chapter 30: Long Is the Night for the Godless, part I



   Fel was shivering all over.  And yes, it was a fucking cold autumn
night, but that wasn't the only reason for Fel's restless shaking.  It was
called cold turkey for a reason.  And it wasn't only the lack of opium
which was messing Fel up so badly.  During her stay at the Zilia ruins she
had consumed so many different drugs that it was impossible to say by now
what exactly caused which part of her withdrawal symptoms.  Only thing that
she could say for sure was that she felt fucking horrible.

   The blond wizard girl with the lengthy pigtails looked at Fel with
compassion.  "Are you alright, Fel?" Fel gnashed her teeth.  Although she
was freezing, Fel was also sweating all over.  She kept as close to the
camp fire as possible without burning herself, but she couldn't warm up at
all.  "I...  am...  fucking...  not alright!" She hissed.  The wizard girl
cocked her head.  "Maybe a few sips from a healing potion would make you
feel better..." But the other two members of Fel's current party didn't
approve of that.  "Don't give her any more drugs.  It will only make her
feel better for a little while and when the effect wears off she'll be in
an even worse state." The other one nodded.  "She's useless for us anyway.
Look at her.  There's no way she can fight in this condition.  We should've
left her behind in Vargran."

   Fel squirmed and clenched her fists.  "Shut up!  Give me that potion or
I'll fucking kill you!" But she knew herself that she couldn't hurt anyone
in her pathetic state.  Not only was her body weakened, Fel's mind was
acting up as well.  She had been struggling with persistent hallucinations
for a while now.  At this point it was hard to tell what was real and what
was an illusion.  Fel was unable to remember when or where she had met the
three other people who were sitting around the camp fire.  She also always
forgot their names a short while after they told her.

   Then there was this other group of people who were sitting around a
bigger camp fire a little further away.  It were nine armed black-haired
women in total, all with long spears and heavy armor.  There was no talking
between these two groups and they pretty much acted as if they didn't know
each other.  And then there was this other girl who clearly didn't belong
to either of these groups.  Fel remembered her name by now.  Lau, the
tangerine-haired girl from Zilia.

   She looked genuinely concerned for Fel.  "Shall I wipe off your sweat,
Fel?" Fel groaned.  "Do whatever you feel like, girl." She shuddered.  "If
only it weren't so damn cold in these fucking highlands!" Lau carefully
wiped the sweat off Fel's forehead.  "It's cold?  But you're clearly
burning up, Fel..." Fel groaned some more.  Although her stomach was
completely empty she felt like vomiting.  "Don't tell me I'm burning up
when I'm clearly freezing to death!  What a fucking pathetic way to die...
On an ice-cold plateau in the middle of nowhere...  What am I doing here
anyway?" Lau was surprised.  She knew that Fel was in a delusional state,
but she hadn't be expected to be asked that question.  "Eh?  Aren't you
here to get your mother's sword back?"

   Fel sighed.  Right.  So that's how it was.  Now she remembered again. 
"It's not mama's sword.  The blade she gave me is called Ragoth, but the
one we're talking about is Enegoth, Ragoth's sister." Lau looked at her in
confusion.  She wasn't sure whether Fel was still hallucinating.  "The
sword's...  sister?" Fel nodded while breathing heavily.  "You probably
have heard of the legendary blacksmith Ruala, who lived a long time ago. 
What most people don't know is that she had a daughter, Enia, who was said
to possess even bigger talent than her mother.  But Enia had a weak mind.
She only forged three swords before she went completely insane and killed
herself.  These three swords are Ragoth, Enegoth and Aelgoth, of which
Aelgoth is said to be the strongest.  My mother acquired Ragoth during one
of her many adventures...  she gave it to me as a present on my second
birthday." Lau gulped.  What a strange thing to give an infant as a
birthday present.  Fel sighed again.  "I lost Ragoth, but if I can manage
to get Enegoth into my hands, mama may forgive me."

   Enegoth...  Fel looked up into night sky.  It was so clouded that there
wasn't a single star visible.  Only a few days had passed since Fel had
seen this sword for the first time in the castle of Vargran.  To the
duchess of Vargran it was just heirloom that had been passed down in her
family for generations.  But Fel had recognized it immediately.  The
similarities to her sword Ragoth were striking.  Needless to say, this
discovery had strengthened the bargaining hand of duchess Viora.  She had
had offered Fel a substantial amount of gold before, but when she had
offered her this sword as pay, Fel hadn't been able to resist anymore.

   Of course, the job that Fel had been hired for involved killing someone.
For a while now, a wild pack of wolves had been ravaging the highlands
around Vargran.  It literally annihilated entire villages, leaving nothing
but gnawed off bones off its inhabitants.  The few surviving witnesses of
these incidents all agreed that there always had been a strange gray-haired
girl visiting the village immediately before the onslaught.  Naturally,
Viora deemed this girl to be responsible for these massacres.  But why she
had sent out an entire execution squad consisting of four high-class bounty
hunters and the nine strongest warriors of Vargran castle was beyond Fel.
Everything had been going nicely for at first, but after a few days in the
highlands, Fel's drug supplies had run out and now she was fucking
suffering.

   "I need to shit..." Fel grumbled.  The other members of the bounty
hunter squad gave her horrified looks.  One of the girls looked
particularly disgusted by Fel's announcement.  Her head was that of a cute
tomboy with short blond hair, but the rest of her was nothing but armor. 
She hadn't taken off her huge armor even once during the whole mission. 
And she wasn't particularly fond of Fel.  "If you have to shit, do it in
the woods!  I swear, your shit smells worse than anything I've ever come
across!" Fel looked at her with bloodshot eyes.  "It's not like I can move
very well at the moment.  You'll just have to hold your noses..." She
already pulled down her panties when the fourth member of this group got
up. It was a tall woman with a black sidecut and an eyepatch.  Her leather
armor was quite torn and one could not only see that she was covered in
tattoos underneath, but also that she had impressive muscles.  In a way,
this barbarian was Fel's type, but she was way too old for her.  She
might've been thirty- almost as old as Fel's mother.

   The barbarian ruggedly picked up Fel's upper body and told Lau to grab
her feet.  This way, they carried her away from the camp fire and towards
the next forest.  But they didn't make it in time.  Halfway, Fel let out a
rumbling fart and dumped a whole mass of liquid shit on the barren ground.
It really stank like venom, like something that was designed to kill
people. The black-haired barbarian spat out.  "You know, I heard a lot of
stories about you, Fel.  But I never would've imagined you to be like this.
I don't understand why people have so much respect for you." She put Fel
down.  Fel's panties were still around her ankles so that her huge flaccid
cock was visible to everyone.

   Fel scratched her head.  "That's your problem, grandma- not mine.  If
you want to find out how impressive my swordplay is, I'll take you on
anytime." Lau was as bewildered as she was impressed by how big of a mouth
Fel had.  The barbarian laughed coldly.  "Take a look at yourself before
you spew out such challenges!  You can't even wipe your own ass in your
pathetic state!" Fel grinned weakly.  "I might not be good at ass wiping,
but I'm very good at kicking asses, I can tell you..." It was unclear to
both the black-haired woman and Lau whether Fel was just joking around or
whether she was delusional to such a degree that she believed she could
actually fight right now.  In reality, she couldn't even stand up.  So she
just put her head on the ground and looked into the indifferent black sky.

   The barbarian sighed and shook her head.  "What a disappointment.  To
think that I was really excited for a moment when I heard that I would be
fighting together with Eluthya's daughter...  And it turns out that she's a
fucking junkie!  You'll probably be in big trouble when your mother finds
out about that..." That hit a sore spot.  Fel gnashed her teeth.  "I know
that without you telling me, grandma!" The barbarian looked at her
dismissively.  "Don't call me that.  I have a name, you know." - "Forgot
it." The woman sighed again.  "It's Waran.  And I tell you one more thing.
I have really deep respect for what your mother did for this world.  We're
all indebted to her.  So I have no intent of causing her grief by hurting
you.  But if you were anyone else's daughter, I would've killed you by
now!" With these harsh words, she walked away.  Leaving Fel lying alone in
the open field.

   Lau still kept her company.  Fel groaned and turned on her stomach.  One
could see that her ass was smeared with shit.  It was slowly drying up, but
it still stank beastly.  "What a conceited bitch.  Don't worry, Lau, she
wouldn't be able to lay a finger on me." Lau wasn't so sure about that. 
Waran looked really strong.  Fel could see that Lau was really concerned.
It made her laugh.  "You underestimate me, girl.  You've never seen me
fight, so that's understandable.  This old woman might have a lot of
strength and battle experience, which makes her a very strong fighter by
human standards.  But my ability was never measured by these standards to
begin with." Neither were Iliv's.  And even less Dunia's.

   While Fel knew that Waran wasn't any threat, she wasn't too sure about
the other two.  One of them was a wizard which made her unpredictable by
definition.  She probably had spent most of her life running away from High
Heaven's inquisition.  If she had survived until now, she simply had to be
strong.  And there was something really strange about this tomboy in the
huge armor.  Fel didn't feel any kind of battle aura coming from her, but
she knew for a fact that this girl received by far the most gold for this
mission.  Well, Fel received an invaluable weapon, so she still won in this
regard.

   Without being asked, Lau began to wipe Fel's ass with a moistened towel.
Although this usually wasn't her style, Fel didn't mind.  She also felt a
little better than before.  By now, Fel had stopped shivering.  She would
be paying back this old bag for her big mouth soon...  But before that
could happen, she needed some sleep.



   Fel was woken up next morning by Lau.  "Get up, Fel!  They're already
leaving!" It was true.  Both the group of bounty hunters and the group of
warriors had already begun walking away.  They were all ready to leave Fel
behind.  Bastards.  Fel would've ditched them without a second thought if
it wasn't for Enegoth.  When she got up, both her legs were trembling.  Fel
felt sick and she probably really was.  Both her head and her eyes were
hurting, her nose was running and she probably had a fever.  But most of
all, she was nauseous.  Fel stuck her finger down her throat, but only bile
came out.  It hurt in her throat and made tears come to her eyes.  She
hadn't been able to eat anything in days.  Fel was even concerned that she
could lose weight and her boobs would become smaller.

   Finally, she managed to get moving.  Lau walked close to her so that she
could support her whenever Fel stumbled.  Fel kept quite a distance to the
rest of the group, both because she wasn't able to walk very fast and
because she didn't really value their company too much.  The highlands sure
were a bleak place.  They didn't come across a single human being all
morning.  It started raining around noon.  Although Fel hardly wore any
clothes, she didn't really mind the rain.  In a way, it was even
refreshing.

   A little later, they reached an isolated farm.  Fel arrived there a few
minutes after the others did.  By that time, the Vargranian warriors had
already murdered all of the farm's inhabitants except for the farmers' four
underage daughters.  The youngest of them was probably six years old, the
oldest around fifteen.  Fel didn't really understand what was going on, but
it quickly became apparent.  While the warriors violently stripped the
girls naked, one of them cried: "Why are you doing this to us?  Why did you
kill everyone?" Yrin, the leader of the warriors stepped towards her and
slapped the little girl so hard that she fell down.  "Fool!  Don't you see
the altar that your parents have set up?  The one you worshiped..." Yrin
didn't even dare to say the old goddess' name.  It was strictly forbidden
by High Heaven's rule.  "It's the fault of people like you that Vargran is
considered untrustworthy by High Heavens!  This way we'll never be part of
the Holy Empire!" The children obviously had no idea what this scary woman
was talking about.  Neither politics nor religion had ever mattered to
them. That they had to die because of a tiny wooden altar in front of their
farm seemed just too cruel to be true.

   But before that happened, the warriors wanted to enjoy themselves a
little after traveling for days.  After stripping them naked, the girls
were laid over a fence with their bare asses sticking out.  The soldiers
took turns in raping them.  All of them, even the youngest, had their
virginal assholes violated at least three times.  The screams could've been
heard in a wide area around, only there was no one there to hear them.  And
no one to stop this insanity.  The wizard girl and the one in the armor
clearly had no interest in either watching or participating in the raping.
Waran, on the other hand, was more than eager to take part.  She had a huge
veiny cock and decided to stick it into the smallest girl.  The kid cried
as if she was being skewered alive while Waran violently pounded her tiny
asshole.

   After they had enjoyed themselves for a while, the eyes of the warriors
fell on Fel.  Everyone knew that Fel was a notorious rapist.  One of them
mustered up her courage and approached the pale red-haired rogue.  "What
about it, Fel?  Wanna join in?" Fel looked at the violated girls for a
while.  Some of them were only barely alive by now.  She bit her lip. 
"Nah, I'll pass.  Their asses are probably all loose by now..." Waran had
just finished and pulled her smeared cock out of the six-year-old's
asshole. The girl didn't move anymore.  The barbarian with the sidecut
laughed while pulling up her panties and turning around to face Fel. 
"What's wrong?  Can't get it up anymore after pumping all those drugs into
your body?" Everything was silent for a few moments.

   Fel spat out.  "Get your axe, Waran.  A duel.  Right now." Waran
grinned, her head still flushed from the fucking.  "Seems like I was
spot-on.  It pains me to make Eluthya cry, but if you really have such a
death wish, I guess I'll have to grant it." She picked up her weapon, a
giant double-headed axe.  The Vargranian warriors all moved out of the way
to make room for their fight.  No one dared to interrupt the duel of two
such great fighters.  On the contrary, everyone was watching so eagerly
that they even seemed to forget about the girls they had been raping a
minute ago.

   Fel's stomach still hurt so badly that she couldn't stand straight.  She
didn't even have a sword.  Still, everyone clearly could see the intent to
kill in her eyes.  Waran, on the other hand was standing with her legs
apart, her hands tightly holding the hilt of her huge axe.  Although they
were about the same size, Waran's proud posture made her look a lot taller
than Fel who was stooping.  The rain was still pouring down constantly on
all of them, duelists, observers and rape victims.