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 Chapter 41: Long Is the Night for the Godless, part XII



   Fel was sitting on a balcony of Vargran castle or Nergran castle or
whatever people wanted to fucking call it.  All the inhabitants of the
castle seemed to be busy with the preparations for the princess' wedding,
so Fel had chosen a place where they didn't disturb her.  Fel wasn't really
looking forward to this whole marriage-thing, so she tried to stay away
from it as long as possible.  She was just sitting there, smoking tobacco
in her wooden pipe.  It was warm outside, just like on a particularly
pleasant evening in spring.  Fel watched the sun setting in the distance.

   No one was accompanying her since she had asked to be left alone for
once.  Now she was wishing she hadn't done so.  She wished that there was
something to distract her from her own thoughts.  Thoughts like, why she
was loving one girl and marrying another.  Just when she was ready to get
up and look for a substantial amount of alcohol, Virian stepped out on the
balcony.  She seemed to be in a very good mood.  "What do you want?" Fel
snarled at her for no reason.  Virian smiled.  "I just wanted to
congratulate you, master.  I think that it's both a good decision to become
a part of the Vargranian royal family and that you lead our army against
Loogran."

   Fel looked at her warily and began to fill her pipe again.  "Is that so?
Why would you be so happy about us attacking your home castle?" Virian was
flabbergasted.  She couldn't believe it.  "What...  but...  how do you
know?" Fel lit her pipe.  "If you would be from this castle, your hair
would be white like everyone else's.  I've noticed with Lau.  Her hair has
become a little brighter since we came here.  I hope that doesn't happen to
me as well.  If my hair turns pink, I'm gonna be fucking pissed." Virian
was honestly surprised that this drunkard was able to pay attention to such
little details.  Fel took a good drag from her pipe and exhaled.  "Since
your hair probably was pitch-black when you came here, I assume that it's
been at least several months since you changed sides."

   Virian looked to the ground.  As it was to be expected, she wasn't able
to keep any secrets from her master.  "It's been almost a year by now.  My
mother...  is the duchess Viora of Loogran.  So, I once was a princess too.
I grew up believing in the righteous heritage of Loogran.  I prayed to the
goddesses of High Heaven and...  yes, my hair was black too back then.  I
always thought that I was my mother's only daughter.  As such, I was
destined to once become the ruler of the castle myself.

   Only shortly after my seventeenth birthday I found out that I had had a
younger twin sister all the time.  For some bizarre reason, she had been
locked up in the castle's dungeon for all her life.  They even had
amputated both her arms and her legs to keep her from ever escaping. 
This..." A single tear rolled over Virian's right cheek.  "This sister of
mine hadn't seen the sunlight once in her whole life.  I only was told
about her existence after she had died...  died completely alone, in total
darkness.  Never once embraced by her own sister.  On the day of her
funeral, I lost my faith.  I cursed both the people of Loogran and the
goddesses they worshiped.  I swore to myself that I would take revenge for
my dead sister.

   I learned from this place from your fiancee's sister.  Her name is Neyl
and she had ran away from home herself.  She told me that the people here
worshiped goddesses that didn't reside in High Heavens.  Since I had
decided to become an enemy of Loogran, I came here and accepted the old
goddesses.  When I saw that these twins...  Zeres and Zeil...  that they
are able to live together in peace...  I was so happy for them.  I never
wanted to leave this place again.  I just wish...  that me and my sister
would have been granted the same happiness."

   Fel still looked into the distance, smoking her pipe.  "What was your
sister's name?" Virian's lips were shaking.  "Vielin." She took a deep
breath.  "She was so beautiful, even though she hadn't seen the light of
day once..." Virian fell to her knees and started crying.  She didn't hold
back.  Since Fel was her master, she felt no shame in crying in front of
her.  She was bawling like a child.  Fel sighed.  Then she turned around
and harshly slapped Virian across her face.  Virian was almost knocked to
the ground.  She looked at Fel in shock and held her hurting cheek. 
"Master..." Fel tapped out her pipe.  "Stop crying already.  We're gonna
get these bastards good for what they did to your sister..." Virian
couldn't believe it.  Was Fel really trying to cheer her up?

   But before Virian had the chance to express her thankfulness, another
person stepped out on the balcony.  It was a young girl who wore strange
colorful clothes.  In the strict society of Vargran, this was quite the
sight.  The girl talked to Fel without showing any fear.  "My master Ishira
demands to see you." Fel cocked an eyebrow.  "I have no idea who your
master is, but a brat who's walking in like that is definitely asking for a
spanking!" She picked up the girl and had already pulled down her panties
when Virian interrupted her.  "Don't do that, master!  Ishira is a very
powerful familiar of the duchess Aremie-Valas.  You probably should just go
and see her."

   Fel and the little girl in her hands looked at each other.  Both of them
with quite some anger in their eyes.  Fel had only been one second away
from soundly slapping the girl's naked butt.  She sighed, then she let her
down.  "Alright, let's see your master.  It's not like I have anything to
do here anyway..." The girl quickly pulled her panties back up.  Still
scowling at Fel, she nodded.  "Follow me then."

   The girl led Fel to a part of the castle that was off-limits for
commoners.  They passed several heavy locked doors and then went down a
long stairway.  It led them to a place of which Fel could definitely say
that she hadn't seen anything like it in Viora's castle.  The only thing
she had ever seen that came close to this had been Siria's laboratory in
Nargath.  But this place here was a lot bigger and way more elaborate.  It
had many long dark corridors and rooms of which Fel only saw a small
portion.  There were large arcane apparatuses that produced all kinds of
strange lights and sounds.  Fel had no idea what they could be good for and
she doubted that any sane person would know.

   There were many iron cages that contained living girls.  All of them
were naked.  Some had white hair, some black and some gray, like Viora. 
The cages were so small that the girls literally had no room to move in any
direction.  When Fel walked past them, they were looking at her with
pleading eyes, but none of the caged girls dared to speak a single word. 
They probably knew that something horrible would happen to them if they
did. Not that they were unharmed.  Many of these girls were missing
important parts, like arms, legs, eyes, ears or their genitals.

   Fel caught a glimpse of one room that definitely looked like a torture
chamber.  It contained a number of wooden racks and saws of all size.  Both
the room's floor and its walls were covered in blood.  Some of it was
fairly fresh, but most of it had dried up long ago.  It had a vile smell.
Fel already knew that the people of this castle were violent, but she
would've never expected that there'd be a place like this underneath the
castle.

   Eventually, they reached some sort of living room.  It was neatly
furnished with colorfully patterned carpets, comfortable couches and big
wooden cabinets that contained more weird gadgets.  Hundreds of candles in
all sizes and forms brightly illuminated the room.  The young woman who was
awaiting Fel sat in one of the couches.  She wore a dark-green robe that
had black arcane symbols all over it.  Her eyes had the color of gold and
her elaborately braided white hair easily reached down to the ground even
when she was standing.

   Over her lap lay a pet of the strangest kind.  At the first glance it
looked like a naked girl, but there was no head, no arms or rather, no
upper body at all.  But it had two asses, one on each end.  Only after
looking at it for a while, Fel got an idea what it was.  Two girls had
apparently been merged with each other.  But only their lower bodies. 
Where the navel of the one girl would normally have begun, the one of the
other ended.  This way, this being had only one stomach, but two asses and
two sets of cock and balls.  All its legs, on the other hand, had clearly
been amputated and were only tiny stumps.  It was unimaginable for Fel how
such a being with neither a head nor a heart was able to live.  But it was
clearly alive and trembled softly as its owner petted one of its two asses.

   Ishira didn't seem to be too excited about being visited by Fel.  "There
you finally are.  You know, I would've preferred to never meet you...  but
since you apparently can't stay out of my business, I guess it's better if
I talk to you." Fel folded her arms.  She didn't like this person right
from the start.  "I have no idea what the hell you're talking about.  I've
never even heard of you you, so how can I be messing with any of your
business, whatever the fuck it is?" Ishira grinned, which gave Fel the urge
to hit her.  The magician still fondled the ass of her strange pet while
she talked to Fel.  "No need to be so angry, Fel.  We don't necessarily
have to be enemies.  Please, take a seat.  Is there anything I can offer
you?  You enjoy the company of little girls, I hear.  Shinya?"

   Apparently, she had addressed the servant who had brought Fel here.  The
girl nodded and walked out of the room for a little while.  When she
returned, she was leading a naked girl of probably seven years age on a
leash.  Fel guessed that the tiny girl was drugged since she seemed to be
completely apathetic and obedient.  At the sign of Shinya, she climbed onto
Fel's lap and snuggled up against Fel's huge boobs.  The warm sensation of
this girl's butt against her crotch immediately gave Fel an erection.  She
looked at Ishira.  "Well, fuck.  You certainly know how to treat a guest.
I'll listen to your complaints now."

   Ishira folded her hands.  "I summoned you here because I heard that
you're planning to marry the princess Neryn." Fel grumbled.  "More like I'm
being coerced into doing so." Ishira payed no attention to that remark. 
"Whatever may be the case.  Before you do something that you're gonna
regret for the rest of your life, I want to inform you that this princess
you're going to marry is not a normal human being like you think she is."
Fel casually began molesting the asshole of the girl on her lap.  She let
it happen without reacting to it in the slightest.  "Well, her mother is a
two-headed beast.  If that's what you're getting at."

   Ishira smirked.  "Close, but not exactly.  First off, although this
'two-headed beast' Aremie-Valas has given birth to both Neryn and her twin
sister Neyl, she is not their mother." Fel looked at Ishira as if she was
crazy.  Ishira continued without being bothered by it.  "As for a proper
explanation why this is so, we will have to go back in history to the
founding of this castle.  Nergran, as it used to be called back then.  My
mother was a powerful and feared magician back then.  Her name was Aleshra.
Neril, the founder of this castle, asked my mother to join her two
daughters into one being.  Neril was obsessed with the idea that her
offspring had to be twin sisters.  Previously, she had put all of her
newborn children to death until she had given birth to twins.

   My mother Aleshra was able to join the twin daughters of Neril into one
being, but this being was not fertile anymore.  Its cock was useless, so to
say, and it wasn't able to produce any eggs in its ass.  But Neril was so
satisfied with how her joined daughters had turned out that she wanted all
of her descendants to be that way.  So my mother came up with a certain
arcane technique that she called 'the eternal twin-sisters of Nergran'. 
Using the unfertilized eggs of Neril herself, she manipulated them so long
until she was able to create a new form of human that was according to
Neril's wishes.

   The life cycle of a girl like your fiancee Neryn is the following:
Together with her twin sister, she hatched from an egg that was laid by the
duchess- in this case, Aremie-Valas.  It is said that the duchess is able
to give birth without taking a cock up her ass.  The truth is that she
wouldn't be able to give birth even if her ass was flooded with semen.  The
eggs that she lays during her life were all implanted into her body at some
point.  The true mother of a girl like Neryn would be their ancestor Neril,
from whose eggs they have been created.  When the twin sisters are old
enough, their bodies are joined by magic.  My mother used to perform this
task as long as she was alive, but nowadays I do this work myself.  When
they are joined, I also implant the eggs into their new body.  Not all of
them are guaranteed to hatch, so my mother told me to always use enough to
make sure that at least one hatches and secures the lineage of Nergran.

   Since the girl you're going to marry has lost her sister, she cannot be
used for the joining-ritual anymore.  In a way the duchess lets you marry a
defective specimen.  Your wife will be infertile.  You won't be able to
have any children with her." Fel found all of this pretty crazy and
unbelievable.  But it didn't look like this woman was lying.  It fitted too
well with all the strange happenings in this castle.  She tried to make
some sense of it.  "Wait...  Neryn hasn't even been joined yet.  Her body
is still normal.  Why do you say she's infertile?" Ishira softly slapped
the naked butt on her lap.  It had no voice with which I could cry, so it
just wiggled around nervously.  "Both my mother and I have always tried to
perfect Neril's offspring.  Since Neril wished for her descendants to only
love each other, she wanted them to be unable to mate with anyone else. 
That's why we manipulated them until they had completely limp cocks."

   Fel was getting really irritated by this whole story.  Not even the
naked little girl on her knee could really calm her down anymore.  She
shoved her aside.  "But that's impossible to begin with.  Not even using
the craziest magic in this world, you will be able to create a being that
has only one mother." Ishira grinned contentedly.  "Oh, you're quite
educated about the laws of this world, I see.  Of course, my mother knew
that Neril's wish was impossible to fulfill.  She had to use the semen of
some being to fertilize Neril's eggs.  To ease the whole process of
joining, she chose a magical being."

   Ishira stood up and threw her strange two-assed pet on the floor.  It
landed on its back.  Since it was unable to turn around, its stumps just
wiggled around in desperation.  Ishira made no attempt to help the poor
creature.  "Come with me.  I'll show you something, Fel." Fel had no choice
but to follow the eerie magician.  The room she was shown was quite the
sight.  Mostly it was empty, but in the middle of it was a giant glowing
orb.  Sparks constantly were emitted from this strange object while it made
loud buzzing and crackling noises.  It was so bright that it hurt the eyes
when one looked directly at it.  Also, it was incredibly hot.  The whole
room was like a sauna.  Ishira took off her green robe and walked around in
her black underwear.  For a magician, she had quite a nice body, Fel
thought.

   Ishira turned to Shinya, who had followed them along.  "Bring us some
fuel so that I can show to our visitor how the orb works." Fel covered her
eyes from the brightly growing ball.  "What the hell is this thing?" Ishira
laughed.  She seemed to be quite proud of this strange object.  Not able to
contain herself anymore, she began shouting.  "You're standing in front of
my mother's greatest invention, Fel!  It has some side-effects that are
quite apparent to everyone who visits this castle!  Due to its arcane aura,
it always feels like spring in Nergran, even if it's the deepest winter! 
The aura is so strong that it even bleaches the hair of the people living
here!" Fel looked at the bright sphere with aversion.  "This thing does
that?  Then keep it the fuck away from me!  I like my hair as it is."

   While Ishira still laughed, Shinya returned with the girl that had just
been sitting on Fel's lap.  Shinya didn't seem to be afraid of the glowing
orb in the slightest when she lead the girl towards it.  There was a
circular marking on the floor around the orb.  Shinya halted in front of
it. She took the leash off the naked girl's neck and pushed her past the
marking.  The crackling sounds became louder, as if the orb had became
aware of the girl's presence.  More sparks were emitted as the whole orb
began trembling in excitement.  The little girl's eyes became wide.  Even
though she was drugged, she seemed to realize that something very
unpleasant was going to happen to her.

   In a flash, a white glowing tentacle shot out of the orb and grabbed the
little girl around the neck.  Within a heartbeat, it lifted the girl high
up in the air.  Then more white tentacles appeared, tugging on the girl's
arms and legs.  The girl let out a shrill cry, then she was literally
ripped into pieces.  Blood and body parts fell onto the orb and were
absorbed with a sizzling sound.  The girl's vaporized blood stank horribly.
When it had completely eaten up the girl, the orb turned blood red.  Now
the light wasn't as bright anymore and Fel was able to look at it.

   The red shell of the glowing sphere turned solid.  It looked like a wall
of dead meat that was covering the orb now.  A few moments later, the shell
broke open and a strange being stumbled outside.  It was naked and its body
was completely covered in blood.  Two red horns came out of its black hair
and there was a pair of useless tattered wings on its back.  No doubt about
it, this was a genuine demon from hell.  While the demon had a nice pair of
ample tits, the most impressive feature of its body was definitely its
cock. This demon girl's erect prick was more than a meter in length.

   The demon made panting sounds while she staggered around and constantly
jerked her gigantic penis with both her hands.  "Where are the eggs?" she
screamed with a horrible voice.  "I can't find the eggs!" The blood-covered
girl obviously was desperate.  Ishira looked at her with a smile on her
face.  "There are no eggs to fertilize today.  You can just...  let it
out." The demon didn't need to be told twice.  It intensified the frantic
masturbation and affectionately licked over her freakishly huge cock.

   The demon's ejaculation came with the force of a blizzard.  Unreal
amounts of semen splattered out of her dick and covered both the ground and
the walls in a wide area around her.  There was no way that this ridiculous
amount of semen had fitted inside her balls.  Even if her whole body would
have been made out of semen, Fel doubted that it would have been enough to
make up for this unreal mass of sticky white seed.  "What the fuck..."
Ishira laughed hysterically.  "May I introduce you, Fel?  This is your
mother-in-law!  This demon has fertilized the egg from which your fiancee
Neryn hatched!"

   Fel was speechless for once.  The red demon was cowering on the floor,
breathing heavily.  Even now when it was limp, her cock was still longer
than her own legs.  Fel couldn't believe it.  "This fucking thing?  But
then the whole damn royal family is demonkin!" Ishira continued laughing
like the madwoman she apparently was.  "True!  The rulers of Nergran who
are so adamant about praying to the goddesses have demonic blood in their
veins!  And all of the good faithful people in their castle, they submit to
demons without even knowing it!  Without fail, every single one of them
will go to hell!  Bwahahahahaha!"

   Fel shook her head in disbelief.  This was all way too insane to be
true. But Ishira wasn't even done yet.  "Now that you know how your fiancee
was born, don't you feel disgusted?  You have every right to do so, Fel.  I
have only one advice for you: Forget about your demon-blooded, impotent
fiancee and turn your back on this castle as soon as you can.  Forget that
you even ever came here.  This is my place, Fel.  Certainly not yours and
also not that of Aremie-Valas.  This castle is the heritage I received from
my mother.  My home, laboratory and playground.  Now leave.  You have seen
everything you need to see." Fel gnashed her teeth.  She would've loved to
cut that conceited bitch in half.  But for now there was nothing that she
could do but retreat.