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 Chapter 12: Wild at Heart, part VI



   The first thing that Fel felt when she woke up was nausea.  Then stench.
Then pain.  This was the worst case of alcohol poisoning she had
experienced in years.

   Fel hadn't opened her eyes yet when she felt some warm liquid running
over her face.  When some of it ran over her lips, she realized what it
was. Fel spat out and opened her eyes.

   The two little beggar girls apparently found it very funny to pee on
Fel's face, aiming for her lips and nostrils.  After all, she was a
completely drunk half-naked woman lying in a mess of her own puke, piss and
shit.  Even the passing townspeople couldn't help but chuckle at the
picture of the hopeless drunkard that was being pissed on by two kids.

   Fel found it less amusing.  Her right arm darted forward and she grabbed
the junk of the girl that stood closer to her.  Fel's tight grip around the
cute little penis and balls made them turn dark-red within an instant.  The
girl screamed shrilly.  Never had she felt anything that was in the least
comparable to the pain in her genitals right now.  The other girl ran away
as fast as she could, leaving her playmate behind without a second thought.
"Please!  Please let go!" The little girl whimpered miserably.  Fel hissed.
"No.  You let go." Then she tightened her grip and pulled.  With one tug
she ripped off the little girl's genitals, leaving a huge gaping wound
between her legs.

   Fel slowly got up while the little girl desperately tried to cover the
wound with her hands, constantly screaming like she had lost her mind. 
When Fel stood, she threw the fatally wounded girl to the ground so that
she landed with her face in Fel's shit.  "Now think about what you have
done, brat." She placed her boot on the back of the girl's head and pressed
it firmly downwards.  The girl squirmed around, unable to get her face out
of Fel's horrifyingly disgusting feces.  When Fel released her, the girl
was coughing and retching.  "Here's a little memento for you, girlie." Fel
drew one of her daggers and swiftly rammed it up the girl's tiny asshole.
She screamed like a skewered piglet.  Then she slowly crawled away on all
fours, her face completely smeared with shit and heavily bleeding from her
lower body.

   Only now Fel remembered to pull up her panties.  There was quite a
number of people staring at her.  Fel was so furious that she was ready to
kill every single one of them.  By now one of the town's guards had arrived
at the scene.  Fel glared at her.  She wasn't in the mood for talking to
that guard.  She wasn't in the mood for talking to anyone.  Fel was in the
mood for mass murder.  Leaping at the guard, she grabbed the woman's
halberd, pried it out of her hands and with a single precise strike, she
beheaded the armored woman.

   Fel looked around, the halberd loosely in her right hand.  Most of the
people that had gathered around her were now on the retreat.  Fel looked as
if she was ready to explode any time.  "Anyone else wants to die?" She
snarled at the townspeople.  "I'm more than ready to send each and every
one of you to hell right away!" This declaration finally made all the
people run.  Within a few seconds the alley on which Fel had slept on was
completely deserted- except for the headless body of the guard.

   Now that all the people were gone, the adrenaline subsided and a giant
headache came over Fel.  It was strong enough to send her to her knees. 
The stench of her own excretions was too much.  Fel had to throw up again.
But only bile came out.  It hurt Fel's throat and made her eyes tear.  What
an incredibly shitty morning.  Only now Fel realized that something was
missing from the usual routine.  Both Niu and Chii were gone.  Also, there
were two large bloodstains further down the alley.  What the fuck had
happened last night after Fel had passed out?

   Whatever it had been, Fel had to get away from here.  The stench was too
horrible.  She wobbled down the alley and entered a bigger street.  Even
more people were standing there, staring at her, including several guards.
Fel still had the killed guard's halberd in her right hand.  Seeing the
people brought back Fel's anger.  But no one dared to come near her- not
even the guards.  "A demon...  A devil from hell..." the people were
whispering to each other.  Fel was used to people calling her that.  It
didn't bother her anymore.  Fel whirled around her halberd, making the
people around her cringe.  "Alright, you spineless cowards!  If no one
dares to fight me, then get out of my sight or I will massacre you!" Fel
hoped a little that someone would try to oppose her, but no one in this
crowd was crazy enough to do so.  Everyone sought refugee in flight.

   Fel spat out.  Walking around town and scaring people away was somewhat
fun, but it didn't help at all in getting rid of her hangover.  What she
really needed now was some alcohol and tobacco.  So she entered one of
Nargath's many taverns.  Another group of people staring at her and the
bloody halberd in her hands.  "Get out!  All of you!" She didn't need to
tell them twice.  Even the barmaid would have quickly left the building,
but Fel was able to grab her by the collar.  "You stay here.  And bring me
some liquor and tobacco."

   For over an hour there were only two people in the tavern.  Not a single
word was spoken during that time.  Fel nonchalantly sat on one of the
stools with her dirty boots up on the table, the halberd leaning against
the wall right next to her.  She was constantly dragging on her pipe and
refilled it with tobacco whenever it went out.  Every now and then she took
a sip from the little cup of liquor and grimaced.  Whenever the cup was
empty, the barmaid wordlessly came to Fel's table and filled it up again.
Fel wouldn't have minded continuing this routine all day long.  She didn't
feel like going outside and facing the reality of this new day.

   Fel was constantly surrounded by thick billows of smoke, so she didn't
immediately realize that something was very unusual about the person
entering the tavern and walking up to her.  The voice that spoke to her
through the smoke was quite deep.  It had an exotic ring to it that Fel
couldn't classify.  "You are the one who the people call a demon?" Fel
didn't turn around to face the stranger.  She took another drag from her
pipe and then she replied.  "The people's mouths are full of shit, you
know?" Something was off about the presence behind Fel, but she was unable
to put her finger on it.  "Are you a demon then?" the low voice asked. 
Fel's face darkened.  In a swift moment, she kicked over her stool, grabbed
the halberd and turned around.  "You might find out about that for
yourself..."

   Fel was ready to stab the stranger in the gut, but when she saw who, or
rather, what they were, she froze in place.  In midst the tobacco smoke
stood a woman who was as tall as Fel.  She was completely naked and had a
body that was amazing in more than one way.  Her humongous boobs were even
bigger than Fel's and between her legs...  there was a pair of huge flaccid
penises.  After staring at this two impressive cocks for some moments, Fel
looked up again.  Just as she expected, behind the beautiful face and the
perfect black hair there was a pair of feathery wings.  White feathers at
the top near her shoulders, gray feathers in the middle and black feathers
at the bottom of her wings.  She wore not a single piece of clothing, but
she had a large black bow in her right hand and a quiver with pure white
arrows on her back.  No doubt about it, this was a genuine Syndicate Angel.

   The Syndicate Angel finished inspecting Fel before Fel was finished with
inspecting the angel.  "You are not a demon.  Forgive my intrusion..." With
these words, she flapped her wings and floated out of the tavern within a
heartbeat.  Fel gulped.  This was the Syndicate Angel Liry had been talking
about.  The one which was worth twenty-thousand gold coins.  "Wait!" She
screamed and dashed after the angel.

   The bright sunlight on the open street hurt Fel's eyes, but that didn't
concern her at this moment.  The angel was already at the other end of the
street.  Wings sure were a handy tool.  "Wait, damn it!" Fel screamed after
her.  "I want to fight you!" The Syndicate Angel turned around for a
second. "Why." She asked without showing any sign of emotion on her
immaculate face.  That was Fel's chance.  Like a lightning she charged at
the angel and made a sweeping strike with her halberd, but she still missed
the target.  By the time Fel realized that she had hit nothing but thin
air, the angel was already standing on the top of the next house, looking
down on her.  And then a long white arrow stuck in the ground between Fel's
legs.  Never had Fel seen anyone so swiftly pulling an arrow out of the
quiver, nocking it and shooting at a target.  And she knew that the
Syndicate Angel hadn't missed her by accident.  "Be warned, human.  The
next arrow will pierce your heart." And with these words, she was gone.

   Again, a crowd of people had gathered to watch this unique spectacle. 
Also, several guards came running.  "A heretic angel!  The heretic
Syndicate has sent one of their winged devils!" The turmoil among the
people grew quickly.  The Syndicate was High Heaven's enemy and served as a
scapegoat for many people.  "Down with the heretic Syndicate!  Burn all
heretics!  Kill the false angel!" Fel couldn't have cared less about the
people's religious agitation.  She wrested the shield from one of the
guards.  "Give me that!  I have some work to do!"

   Fel took a run-up and then she jumped.  It was an otherworldly
demonstration of athletic skill.  She landed on top of the building,
exactly at the spot from which the Syndicate Angel had shot her arrow. 
Just as Fel had expected, several white arrows were coming her way now. 
But Fel knew perfectly well how to use a shield.  Three arrows hit Fel's
shield in rapid succession.  Fel saw the Syndicate Angel standing on a
house's roof about a hundred meters away.  If only she could get close, she
would make minced meat out of that angel...

   Unsatisfied with the failure of her previous attacks, the Syndicate
Angel now gathered her divine energy in the next shot.  Fel knew that
something big was coming her way when she saw the crystal aura thickening
around the angel while she bent her bow.  Fel jumped back at exactly the
right moment.  If she would've hesitated a heartbeat longer, the blazing
white beam would've ripped her into shreds.  The beam was as thick as an
outstretched arm and was so bright that it must've been visible in the
whole town.  Fel landed on her feet in the middle of a squad of guards. 
They were gawking at the bizarre things that had just taken place.  To
everyone's surprise, there was a grin on Fel's face.  "That wasn't a wise
decision, my little angel...  Now every single guard in this town will be
after you..."