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 Chapter 37: Long Is the Night for the Godless, part VIII



   Fel was so drunk that she felt close to reaching her body's limits. 
Lau, Azu and the four white-haired little girls had watched in disbelief as
Fel had emptied a whole barrel of mead over the course of this evening. 
"If only this shit wasn't so tasty..." she kept repeating over and over
while she downed more and more of the sweet booze.  Fel was already too
inebriated to find her way to one of the lavatories when she had to piss.
Not that she cared much about going to such a place anyway.  Lau always
kept a wooden bucket at hand for these occasions.  Whenever Fel felt like
pissing, she just pulled down her panties and Lau tried her best to place
the bucket in the correct position to catch her pee.  Later that night, she
also used that bucket numerous time to catch Fel's vomit.  She really was a
binge drinker.

   Although the four little girls were getting tired in the course of the
night, they were way too scared to fall asleep.  Fel had a lot of fun with
them.  They all were exceptionally cute and pretty girls.  None of them
older than twelve years.  Aremie-Valas had picked only the best for the
Azure Spirit.  Fel always kept them on their toes.  In one moment, she
affectionately cuddled with them on the bed, in the next moment she forced
them to suck her cock, spanked their asses, ordered them to shit on the
floor or let them perform sexual acts on one another.  Fel was going rather
easy on them, but it would probably still leave this girls traumatized for
life.

   Azu watched the bizarre scenes with mild interest.  The blue girl was
mostly tired.  She wasn't used to spending such a long time outside the
bottle.  At some point, she just fell asleep while Fel continued her
drunken shenanigans.  Lau stayed awake.  She felt a sense of duty when it
came to keeping watch over Fel.  Even if it just meant cleaning up the
messes she made.

   It was long after midnight and Fel had just smashed the empty wooden
barrel into pieces, when the look on her face suddenly became serious. 
Gazing out of the window, she mumbled.  "I've stayed in this place for way
too long.  And moreover, I still have absolutely no idea what's being
played here.  I guess I'll have to use more direct ways to find the truth.
To put it briefly..." She turned to one of the frightened girls. 
"Torture!" Fel rushed at her and picked up the squealing girl.  Then she
laid her on the bed, right next to where Azu was sleeping.  The little girl
shook her head in denial, shivering all over.  Fel grinned.  "Tickle
torture!"

   Although the girl was scared to death, she couldn't help but laughing at
the top of her lungs when Fel began to tickle the soles of her feet. 
"Bahahaha!  Stop it, please!" Fel harrumphed.  "Stop?  I won't stop before
I have squeezed out every single bit of information from you!" Watching
this scene gave Lau chills.  What made it so bizarre was that Lau had
actually watched Fel really torturing people before.  Fel intensified her
tickle attack and the girl screamed.  "Now tell me, wench!  What is this
place called?" The girl could hardly speak while she was being tormented.
Her face was deeply flushed.  "It's- ahahaha!  It's Vargran castle!"

   Fel looked furious, but it might've just been put on.  "Liar!  If this
is Vargran castle, then what is the castle on the other side of the
highlands called?" She interrupted the tickling for a moment so that the
girl could catch her breath and answer.  "A...  another castle?" Fel
pounced on her and began working on the girl's smooth armpits.  "Don't play
dumb on me!  There's a second castle, just like this!  The people all have
black hair there!" The little girl's eyes became wide.  "Oh!  You must be
talking about Loogran!  It's the home of the godless." Fel nodded
contentedly, but still continued to tickle the girl.  "Loogran, hm?  I
wonder if you're telling me the truth here..." The girl looked as if she
was close to losing it.  "I'm not lying!  Please stop it!  They once were
Vargranians just like us, but they decided to pray to the false gods! 
That's why their hair became black!"

   Fel let go of her.  "Maybe you're telling the truth..." She was
breathing heavily, just like the girl she had just molested.  Fel was so
drunk that even this little tickling had made her exhausted.  She felt
sick. Her eyes fell on the smashed barrel.  "Lau.  Go tell them to bring
another barrel.  This stuff is fucking addictive." Lau looked at her
worriedly.  "I doubt that there's anyone awake in this castle except for us
right now." She had a point.  They had given Azu and Fel a big room in one
of the castle's towers so that they were undisturbed there.  Of course it
also served the purpose to keep Fel from disturbing the other inhabitants
of the castle.

   Fel nodded slowly.  "Alright, change of plans.  If everyone's asleep,
it's the perfect time to loot the castle." And with these words, Fel stood
up and walked out of the room, leaving everyone looking after her in
confusion.  Fel actually had a hard time walking down the tower's spiral
staircase.  It was dark and she was terribly drunk.  Also, it made her feel
even more sick to walk in circles all the time.  When she reached the
bottom, she had to vomit uncontrollably.

   From there on, she wandered around aimlessly in the dark castle.  At
some point, she reached a balcony from which she could see the majestic
starry sky and look over the somber high lands.  It was warm outside, just
as if it had been late spring.  Fel leaned over balustrade and puked again.
Not only had she drunk a whole barrel of mead, she had also eaten way too
many pastries before that.  Her stomach felt as if it was going completely
crazy.  She couldn't say for sure, but she probably also had to shit.  So
she pulled down her panties and blew out a whole mass of liquid feces all
over the balustrade.  It stank so terrible that she had to vomit another
time, this time all over the balcony's floor.  Then she got away from this
mess as quickly as her intoxicated body permitted.

   As Fel continued to stagger through the black hallways, all the booze
went to her head.  Again, she felt people talking to her that clearly
weren't present.  Maybe she was already on the verge of entering a dream.
It became unclear to Fel in which castle she really was.  It couldn't have
been the Arunian High Castle since it was way too small for that.  Neither
could it have been the Vinder castle.  Vinder castle was graceful and
elegant, while this place was rather clunky.  Fel sighed.  If only it had
been the Vinder castle.  She wondered what Loum was doing right now.  When
she let her mind wander, Fel felt as if she could even smell her hair... 
At first it felt good to give herself to this illusion, but it ended up
hurting Fel.  What was she even doing here in this strange place?  She
smashed her fist against a big black stone wall.  Then she screamed.  "Why
can I have all the shit in this world except for the one thing I really
want?"

   Fel could hear the low voices of some people she had just woken up.  Her
fingers hurt from hitting the wall.  Now she remembered where she was.  And
she also recalled the reason why she was still here in this fucked-up
place. Her mother's sword...  or at least it's sister.  If this was Vargran
castle, then...  Fel accelerated her steps.  She knew exactly where it was.


   Fel snatched a torch from one of the hallways, then she made her way to
the vault.  It was the exact same way that Viora had led her down a few
days ago.  The vault was neither locked nor guarded.  Such measures were
probably unnecessary in a castle where discipline and order were enforced
so rigorously.  The room contained various neatly arranged heirlooms.  Most
of them were useless trash in Fel's eyes, old sets of armor and heavy
treasure chests.  But there was one piece among them that managed to take
Fel's breath away when her eyes fell on it.  There it was, in the exact
same spot where she had seen the sword the last time.  Enia's masterpiece,
Aelgoth.

   It might've just been her drunken mind playing tricks on her, but in the
presence of this perfect blade, Fel felt that with a sword like this her
whole life might change.  Maybe this was the thing she had been longing for
so long.  No more drugs, no more madness, no more distraction.  With this
weapon, she would finally feel complete...

   Fel carefully laid her fingers on the longblade's cold steel.  "Even if
the whole castle bows to you, this is not yours to take, priestess." This
was clearly not a voice that originated in Fel's head since she had never
heard it before.  Fel spun around.  There were two people.  The one who had
addressed Fel was a tall young woman with a silver-gray ponytail.  She wore
a scanty leather armor and had two scabbards on her belt.  The other one
was a lot smaller and wore quite a fancy dress.  Her long white hair was
crowned with a silver diadem.  She was probably around sixteen years old
and her face bore quite a resemblance with those of the duchess
Aremie-Valas.  This girl was the one who spoke to Fel now.  "This sword is
in my family's possession for generation.  It is invaluable and unsalable.
I suppose you take your fingers off it!"

   Scowling like a devil, Fel wobbled a few steps towards the two
newcomers. "Then I suggest you stop me from doing so." The gray-haired girl
put her right hand on the hilt of one of her swords.  She looked at Fel
worriedly.  "Are you serious, priestess?  You want to fight in this drunken
state of yours?" The other girl seemed to be quite excited by this turn of
events.  "If she wants to, then give her what she's asking for, Virian!  I
can't forgive her for acting so disrespectful in front of mother!" Fel took
a good look at this princess.  "Oh, so you're this double-headed woman's
daughter?  How come you only have one head?  Are you some kind of
monstrosity?" The princess obviously didn't like that.  With deeply flushed
head, she yelled at her companion: "Strike her down, Virian!  Right now!"

   Virian made a step towards Fel and pulled out both of her swords.  With
one blade in each of her hands, she looked quite intimidating.  "It is a
sin to kill a priestess, so I want to get this out of the world without a
fight.  Apologize to the princess and I will refrain from punishing you."
Fel spat on the floor.  "There's only one person in this world who ever
made me apologize and that was my mother.  You won't be the second." Aside
from Aelgoth, there were many old weapons lying around in the vault.  The
one that Fel picked up right now was a finely crafted claymore.  It was a
good weapon, but of course in no way comparable to any of the swords Enia
had made.

   Fel unleashed a brutal sequence of attacks that Virian clearly hadn't
expected in this form.  Fel's blows came quick and with tremendous force.
Even though she wielded two blades, the gray-haired swordswoman had a hard
time defending against this attack.  Sparks sprayed whenever steel clashed
against steel.  The princess watched with an angry look on her face as
Virian was was getting forced back.  "What's wrong, Virian?  Why do you
hold back?  I'm sure that it's no sin to kill a priestess who's attacking
you!"

   Virian gnashed her teeth.  She wasn't holding back.  If she were, she
would've been dead by now.  She never would've expected this drunken
priestess to be such a ridiculously strong fighter.  This was no time to be
playing around.  "Alright..." She hissed into the face of the red-haired
maniac who was pouncing on her.  "Time for me to get serious too..." Fel
knew that something was wrong, when the gray-haired girl's stance changed.
Until now, she had just been improvising, but now it looked like she was
preparing to use some style.  What could it be?  Fel had seen the
Vargranians fight and from what she had seen, there was not a lot to be
afraid of.

   "The goddesses guide me!" Virian shouted and started her counter attack.
Both of her arms and blades moved virtually independently of each other. 
It was as if Fel was really fighting two enemies who had perfect teamwork.
It was almost impossible to defend against this kind of sword play.  Not
only did Virian's two swords attack from different angles, they also
delivered their blows in a different rhythm and with varying force.  The
only thing that all of her strokes shared were the same deadly precision.
The smallest negligence would mean certain death in this fight.  No doubt,
this girl was strong.  Not as strong as Dunia, but still a considerable
force.  Fel already rued picking this fight while being stinking drunk.

   One of the blows that missed Fel cut a piece of ancient armor in half
with ease.  The princess laughed boisterously.  "Regretting your insolent
actions already?" Virian halted for a moment.  She looked into Fel's eyes.
"It's still not too late to give up and apologize, priestess." Fel glared
at her.  "But it's too late for you, bitch!" Then she unleashed the
nightmare.  Which turned out to be a way harder task than she would've
imagined.  Using the Meluthian Nightmare Style while being drunk was like
performing a tightrope act with broken legs.  Fel had no idea what she was
doing anymore.  She felt her sword whirling around frantically, sometimes
only barely missing her own head.

   Virian had no choice but to stop her attack series if she didn't want to
be hacked into pieces.  She made a long jump backwards to get out of range
of that maniac's blade, but Fel followed her in an instant.  Virian was
just trying to put her swords into such a position that they protected as
much of her body as possible.  Fel's crazy moves were endangering everyone
in this room right now, including the princess and herself.  Splinters of
both Fel's and Virian's swords flew off whenever they touched one another.
When Fel's sword accidentally graced the wall, it cut through the stone as
if it was thin air.

   Virian felt that she lost something.  When Fel stopped attacking, she
knew that she had lost the fight.  The princess stuttered, looking at
Virian with wide eyes.  "Virian, your...  your..." Virian almost didn't
dare to look down on her body to see what Fel's blade had hit.  But she was
still alive, so...  Virian lowered her gaze and there it was.  Her whole
silver-gray ponytail was lying on the floor.  She looked at the two
shattered swords in her hands, then at Fel.  "I...  I surrender." Virian
dropped her blades.

   The princess couldn't believe it.  She screamed at Virian.  "No!  Don't
do that!" But Virian completely ignored her.  She knew that her life was
hanging by a thread.  Fel was breathing heavily.  It took her a while
before she responded to Virian's surrender.  "Submit to me.  Undress... 
and submit." Virian nodded without even thinking about it.  While the
princess watched in disbelief, she stripped off her armor and her
underwear, exposing both her nice round breasts and her flaccid cock.  Then
she went on all fours before Fel and bowed her head until her brows hit the
ground.  The princess felt sick at the sight.  This was the ultimate
humiliation.

   Fel took a good look at Virian's naked body, which mainly meant her bare
back and ass.  She didn't even know what she wanted to do with her.  Her
head felt strangely light.  She really shouldn't have used that...  Fel
fell on her knees right next to Virian and vomited.  It was such a
ridiculous amount of puke that the princess couldn't believe she was
watching a human being.  It kept coming and coming.  Fel's throat burned
like hell.  Even after having splattered all contents of her stomach onto
the vault's floor, she kept spewing out bile for almost a minute.  While
the princess watched this disgraceful display in shock, Virian remained in
her humiliating position, not moving an inch while Fel puked all over the
place.

   Fel's eyes were bloodshot and teary when she somewhat regained control
over her body.  She didn't manage to pull down her panties, but at least
yank out her cock so that she didn't piss herself.  Fel's urine splattered
on the vault's floor and formed a big smelly puddle there.  The princess
grimaced in disgust.  This woman really was the most horrible being she had
met in her whole life.  After having emptied both her stomach and her
bladder, Fel just collapsed on the floor.  She lay in between one puddle of
puke, one of piss and a naked girl who was submitting to her.

   While remaining on all fours, Virian looked up a little to see how Fel
was doing.  "Uhm...  are you still conscious, priestess?" Fel groaned, not
moving in the slightest.  "Yeah.  Why?  Wanna continue fighting?" Virian
shook her head.  "Actually I want to ask if I can become your disciple,
priestess.  I've never seen anyone fight like you." The princess looked as
if she was going to explode.  "What?  You want to become this filthy
maniac's disciple?" Virian ignored her and so did Fel.  Fel felt another
surge of vomit coming up, but she didn't manage to open her mouth in time,
so it partially came out through her nose.  She coughed and spat for a
while.  Then she answered Virian.  "Sure.  On the condition that you get me
back to my room...  and acquire another barrel of mead for me."