Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter 52: Long Is the Night for the Godless, part XXIII The thoughts that went through Fel's head barely resembled that of a human being anymore. The whole killing had really gone to her head. She had slain so many girls and women on this day that all of her clothes were literally soaked in blood. Right down to her panties. She looked like she had taken a shower in human blood. On this day, she had killed women in any way that was possible with just a sword. She had hacked off dozens of arms and legs, had beheaded numerous women and waded through masses of flesh and entrails. And wherever she went there were more enemies to kill. Their resistance spurred her on even more. Fel felt that she was getting addicted to it. Addicted to the rapture in her head whenever she struck down an enemy. Addicted to the fear in their eyes, to their cries of pain and to the blood that she spilled so excessively. Fel had been in a number of battles, but none of them had ever excited her as much as this one. Ever since she had gotten rid of the army's generals, it was clear that this was her own battle. And if the Nergranian army would be successful, it would be her victory. Fel didn't care about establishing Nergran's dominance or about being praised by her mother-in-law, Aremie-Valas. She wanted to be known as a woman who had conquered a castle. Fel wanted the world to know about her true potential. And she wanted to be sure of it herself. Fuck, it had never felt so good to be alive. Also, Fel hadn't been fighting this well in years. It all was due to the sword Aelgoth. With this blade in her hands, it was almost too easy. Fel felt that anyone would be able to become a hero if they only wielded a sword of such unbelievable strength. It even made performing the Meluthian Nightmare seem easy to her. In the last months, she had always been hesitant to use it. Whenever she had tried it, it always had felt awkward and clumsy. But now with Aelgoth, each of the insane movements that this style required happened smoothly and almost naturally. Fel would have wanted her master to see her fighting like this. Or her mother. She wanted them to be proud of her. Fel smiled while fresh blood dropped from her chin. Watch me, Mama. Watch me make history. The only other person on this battlefield who enjoyed herself this much was Neyl. She was completely surrounded by Nergranian soldiers who all tried to take her down. But they had no chance of ever doing so. All of their attacks were futile against Neyl's demonic body which could regenerate itself at will. It was so ridiculous that Neyl was convulsed with laughter every now and then. The hysterical laughter of the girl with the beautiful face and the horrifying body made the Nergranian soldiers shudder in fear. Just why was such a devil defending Loogran castle in the first place? Neyl's fighting style was strangely capricious and unpredictable. Sometimes she would become incredibly violent. Then she would use the sword Enegoth. Its effect was sheer mass destruction. The hellish sword could change its form at will, but it would always change into something murderous. Sometimes it would be a single huge blade, another time a dozen swift blades, then again a horrifying monster of molten steel that would smash the white-haired women into pieces. Its effect wasn't any less devastating than that of Aelgoth. But Neyl quickly grew bored of Enegoth's mass murdering capabilities. It ended the enemy soldiers' lives way too quickly. Then Neyl used her other weapon: The polymorphic tentacle that grew out of her asshole. It was an amazing tool for capturing and torturing her enemies. After completely entangling them with the tentacle's countless strands, she would strip the captured soldiers naked. Parts of the tentacle changed into rough tongues and licked the victims' most delicate body parts: Her nipples, her cock and her asshole. Particularly thick and slimy strands of the tentacle would slide down the woman's throat and force her to give Neyl a bizarre kind of fellatio. Most of them would quickly choke to death. Neyl was obsessed with sticking her tentacle into the captured women's orifices. And that didn't only include the obvious choices- their mouths and their assholes. Neyl also particularly enjoyed sticking a thin thorny strand into a screaming woman's urethra and fuck her penis. Before long, they would ejaculate blood and semen. Eventually, the strand in their cock grew into something vicious and their entire cock was ripped into shreds. But Neyl also loved to stick her tentacles' slimy strands into the naked soldiers' ears, their nostrils and even their belly buttons. Their delightful squealing made the demonic girl shudder all over in excitement. But after a few endearments, Neyl's play would always end up becoming rough. The cock-like tentacle in a woman's throat would suddenly grow long thorns that mangled her neck. Another strand in a woman's asshole would ejaculate boiling acid that corroded her insides. The slim tentacle strands that had dug into a soldier's ear would swell up until it grew so big that the woman's skull was busted from inside. Other strands would grow into thorny whips and lash the naked women with such ferocity that the flesh got ripped off their bones. Neyl could have done this for all eternity. It felt so good to bully the weak. Sometimes a soldier would get through to her and slash Neyl's body. She usually didn't make any effort to evade their strikes. It was all a cruel game to her. Just like in her fight against the White Knights, she would act as if she had been defeated. Neyl would even go as far as releasing the naked captured soldiers from her grip and acting as if she had lost her powers. But their joy at having defeated the horrible monster would only last a very short time. After having granted them their moment of happiness, Neyl would make a horrendous comeback and use all means to end the soldiers' pitiful lives in a ghastly way. Of course, these two fighters would clash with each other before too long. Fel had killed so many Loogranians and Neyl had killed so many Nergranian soldiers that it was inevitable for them to fight each other. By now, the rain was really pouring down. It was so dark in the inner ward that it was impossible for them to see each other's faces. But they still recognized each other as the one enemy they had to kill. Even the swords in their hands longed for the confrontation. Aelgoth had been forged as a tool to kill Enegoth's wielder. It had been successful in doing so once, but now Enegoth wanted revenge. Black flames rose from Enegoth and it roared out of a dozen mouths when it realized that its mortal enemy was coming near. The soldiers which had surrounded Neyl withdrew when Fel approached. Some of them cheered her on, other just silently looked at her with hopeful eyes. If she wouldn't be able to take down this monster, none of them would. Neyl had no idea who this new enemy was. But her sword's reaction told her that it was someone special. She grabbed Enegoth's hilt with both hands."Come at me, whoever you are." she said with a low voice. Fel flexed her muscles. "Sure, demon girl..." Fel charged at Neyl at such unbelievable speed that the soldiers saw nothing but a flash. Neyl was stunned as well. Something told her that she didn't want to take a hit from this woman's sword, even with her healing abilities. Neyl wouldn't have been able to react in time, but Enegoth's demonic spirit was. She managed to parry the attack. Fel's slash would have been fierce enough to tear down a stone hall. When the two blades clashed against each other, the earth shook. Not only sparks sprayed, but flames erupted. Aelgoth tried to cut into Enegoth and purge the demonic spirit which was residing inside it. But Enegoth didn't die so easily. In a hellish eruption, it pushed Aelgoth away. The blast was strong enough to push Fel and Neyl apart several meters. It all had happened within a single moment. Both fighters had caught nothing but a glimpse of their opponents' face. Fel smirked. She liked it when a girl had spunk. "The sword you have there... I like it. It's just the kind of thing I'd like to take home from a trip like this..." Neyl looked at her with a scornful smile. "It's not made for the likes of you to take. But if you're looking for presents, there's something else I have given you!" Fel had no idea what this crazy demon girl was talking about until she felt a nasty ticklish sensation in her butt crack. "What the..." She grabbed with her left hand in her panties' backside and pulled out a short piece of a tentacle's strand. It had just been on its way to dig into Fel's asshole. The disgusting slimy worm still squirmed around in Fel's hand. Neyl laughed wholeheartedly. "Aw, come on... Spoilsport!" Fel gnashed her teeth and squashed the thing in her hand. "No one tries to get into my butt and lives to tell the tale! Prepare to die, you fucking pervert demon!" Neyl grinned. "And I was just beginning to have fun teasing you..." The thick tentacle shot out of Neyl's asshole again and approached Fel at insane speed. Fel used her sword to cut it, but the fleshy tentacle just split into dozens of strands that were all trying to get onto her. She hacked and slashed them in a mind-boggling frenzy of blows, but it was hopeless. No matter how many of them she cut down, more and more thin strands came towards her. All of them seemed to act autonomously and unpredictably. One of the strands coiled itself around Fel's thigh. She hissed. This was getting dangerous. The tentacle was strong, but Fel was stronger. With a perfectly executed back flip, she freed herself from the enemy's grasp. Neyl looked after her mockingly. "Running away? I thought you would be more fun to play with..." Fel's whole body was trembling with rage. Now this damn bitch had done it. Fel was ready to get really serious. All of the soldiers who stood near to her could see a distinctive change in her expression. It sent shivers down their spines to see their leader in this state. Fel took a good look at the sword in her hand. Until now, she had never been able to pull it off properly. But with this sword, it might have been possible. Fel felt the tentacles approaching at rapid speed. She stretched out both of her arms, striking a strange pose. Aelgoth's hilt loosely hung in her right hand. Secret Art of the Meluthian Nightmare Style: The Queen of Hell is Smiling at You. None of the soldiers that witnessed this duel had ever seen something like this before. And surely enough, they would never see anything like it again. What Fel executed was a choreography, a strange pattern of movements. Some of them were so insanely fast that they appeared as nothing but a blur. Then she would suddenly freeze in place for a whole heartbeat, striking a strange pose before suddenly moving like a streak of lightning again. It looked almost as if she was performing a strange and obscure dance. But the one Fel was dancing for weren't the soldiers who were watching her idly. It was Neyl. Her tentacle's strands tried their best to follow Fel. But Fel's movements were so fast and so random that it was hopeless. Whenever one of the strands got near her by chance, it would be cut into dozens of small pieces. The longer Fel's attack lasted, the quicker her movements became and the closer she got to her target. Neyl tried her best to strike Fel with Enegoth, but it was hopeless. Not even the hellish sword could foresee what Fel was doing. The choreography ended in a hail of slashes that were performed way quicker than anyone's eyes would be able to perceive. While Fel danced around Neyl, she hit her with Aelgoth way over a hundred times. All of this happened just within a few seconds. But none of the people who watched it would ever forget this otherworldly attack. When Fel was finished, she was sweating and breathing heavily. Neyl was no more. Fel stood within a pile of steaming flesh that had a resemblance to mincemeat. She was quite exhausted from this performance. But those who could see her face realized that she was smiling. Fel was so proud in this moment. The only part of Neyl that had remained whole was her beating heart that rested in Fel's left hand now. Fel put her foot down on Enegoth's hilt. The soldiers were already getting ready to cheer for their admired leader when the heap of flesh around her feet began to move. They watched in awe as Neyl's body rematerialized from the small pieces of flesh that Fel had hacked apart so neatly. After a few moments, her body was complete again. She was naked now, but that wasn't the only thing that seemed off about her. Before, she had always been haughty. But now, Neyl looked really miserable. Fel laughed boisterously as she turned around to face her enemy. "Missing something? Come on, don't be so heartl..." Fel stopped in mid-sentence as her eyes fell on Neyl's face for the first time. She gulped. What kind of sick joke was that? She screamed at Neyl. "What the fuck do you think... assuming the form of my wife!" Neyl clearly had no idea what Fel was talking about. "Your... wife?" Fel nodded angrily. "Yes, my wife Neryn! She looks just like you do right now, you cunning devil!" Neyl stared at her in disbelief. This situation couldn't have gotten any more awkward. "You are... my sister's wife?" Fel's face grew pale underneath the layer of blood that covered it. "What is your name, demon?" Neyl's lower lip trembled. "I... I am Neyl. Neryn's twin sister." They both fell silent. Neyl had never felt this confused in her whole life. A minute ago, her mind had been completely taken over by her demonic instincts. She had forgotten everything about her prior life and her Nergranian heritage. But not only had this woman put a stop to her frenzy and captured her heart. When this red-haired warrior had began talking about Neryn, Neyl had suddenly felt her old personality returning. Maybe it was also the effect of her heart being stolen and her demonic powers growing weak. Fel was mostly exhausted from using the secret art, but she was quite staggered as well. She remembered being told that Neryn's twin sister had left Nergran castle. And they also were half-demons, so it kinda make sense for one of them to turn out this way. Fel was glad that she was married to Neryn and not to this beast. Still, she had no idea how to handle this situation. Slash her heart and kill her? Bring her home and have a family reunion? Fel had no fucking clue. Even the soldiers who were standing around them seemed to be lost. They all waited for Fel to make a move. Neyl timidly looked up to Fel. She looked way too similar to Neryn for Fel not to find her cute. "What is your name?" Fel coughed slightly. Could this situation get any more weird? "My name is..." - "Felwynn!" someone yelled. Everyone, including Fel and Neyl turned around to look who dared to interrupt this scene. It was a young woman with straight blond hair, wearing an expensive robe and high black boots. She seemed to be so completely out of place that it was almost laughable. Not only was this girl unarmed and didn't have a single fleck of dirt or blood on her perfect clothes. She seemed to be completely ignorant of the fact that a battle had been going on here until a minute ago. And to make it even more absurd, she looked like she was terribly angry with someone here. Fel gave her a confused and annoyed look. The blond girl was quite cute, but right away, Fel didn't like that attitude of hers. "Do I know you?" The girl passed the Nergranian soldiers, completely ignoring them. She walked right up to Fel. "How rude of you! I am your cousin Laesa!" Everything fell silent for a while. Only the sound of the falling rain could still be heard. Fel felt her headache returning. Her mother had been married eleven times. She had dozens of sisters and hundreds of cousins. How was she supposed to remember all of them? But she felt like she had heard Laesa's name before... Accompanied by aforementioned headache, Fel felt a vague memory returning to her. "Are you maybe... of Sania's family?" Laesa nodded contentedly. "I am. I am the eldest daughter of Sania's sister Menea. Now that we have clarified our relationship, I demand that you escort me out of this castle!" Fel was dumbfounded, which didn't happen often. Was this girl insane? Did she have any idea who Fel was and what she was here to do? Did she even realize that way over a thousand people had been killed in this castle today? When Fel looked her in the eyes, she realized that Laesa knew all these things very well. She just didn't give a fuck about them. In a way, this stubbornness was both impressive and enraging. While Fel was still pondering on how to get out of this retarded situation, a flash of lightning illuminated the whole castle for a single moment. All of it was mostly blood-red by now. A few seconds later, ear-splitting thunder followed. And then... howling. The horrifying howling of a hundred wolves. It came from within the castle. The sound instantly made Fel forget about all the puny problems she had on her mind. She had heard this howl before and knew very well which creature it belonged to. The soldiers looked around themselves nervously. After Fel had defeated Neyl, the fighting had stopped for a while, but now the soldiers were getting alert again. More thunder followed and the howling got louder. "What is this noise?" Laesa demanded to know. Now, her voice began to sound worried. But Fel had no time to deal with this woman right now. "Shut the fuck up! We might all be in serious trouble..." And really, they were. Just a few moments later, the howling stopped at once and the black wolves appeared out of the darkness. Immediately, the whole inner ward was filled with battle again. It was dog eat dog. The wolves didn't care whether a woman had white hair or black hair. To them, they all tasted the same. It literally were more than a hundred huge black beasts, heavily armored and completely fearless. Both the surviving Nergranian and Loogranian soldiers made a desperate attempt to fend them off. But it quickly became apparent that it was hopeless. One of these monsters had the strength of many women. And there were so many of them that there was no hope of ever defeating them. Whenever one of the wolves got close to Fel, she struck it down with Aelgoth. But even she wouldn't be able to defeat this whole pack. She spat on the ground. There was only one thing left to do... With an angry look on her face, she yelled at both Neyl and Laesa at the same time. "Stick close to me, we're leaving this place! You're both my prisoners now!" Laesa looked like she wanted to protest, but she probably realized that Fel would at least slap her if she did so. Neyl was still so far out of it that she just went along with Fel's suggestion or order without thinking about it. Fel tried picking up Enegoth, but a black mouth that grew out of the hilt would have rather bitten off Fel's hand than letting her take the sword. Fel looked over to Neyl. "Alright. You take it. But don't forget that I have your heart. Even if you're my sister-in-law, I won't hesitate to squash it if you step out of line!" Neyl nodded and picked up the demonic sword. That way, this unlikely group of three left the castle. With both Aelgoth and Enegoth in their hands, the wolves had no chance of getting close to them. But everyone else seemed to be screwed. Wherever Fel looked, there were people getting eaten. After killing the soldiers by tearing open their throats or snapping their necks, the beasts ripped them into pieces and devoured them. The wolves even ate the soldiers' armor. They also devoured the countless dead bodies that were spread all over the castle from the preceding battle. The resounding growling and the horrified screams from all directions were just as earsplitting as the thunder that interrupted them every once in a while. For all the people that were left in Loogran castle, this was a nightmare that had come to life. And there was no awakening from it. Fel had to realize that neither side would end up winning this battle. Loogran castle would be completely annihilated. But there would be no triumphant army left. Fel would return to Nergran castle with just the things she had with her right now. Two prisoners and the sword Enegoth. Fel cursed as she smashed the head of the wolf who was guarding the castle's gate. Then she disappeared into the rain-swept, together with the demonic Neyl and the priestess Laesa.