Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 411 Lantherm’s Light(WarningVery Sensitive Topics)

Note: This chapter mentions some really sensitive topics, only read if youʼre okay with heavy stuff!

ʼLanthermʼs light, it will guide you to safety even in the darkest of night.ʼ Those words by my father still rang in my ears to this day. He used to be a pirate who turned his life around and became a sailing merchant. Sailing the most treacherous parts of the hellʼs ocean, he sold spices to far-off lands and even taught me how to man the ship.

A child of ten years, my eyes were still gleaming with possibilities as plentiful as the stars.

ʼHow…Naive.ʼ Looking back on those memories, I wish my father had never turned from evil. I wish he had been a pirate, a glutton of glory! A man who needs more and more until he strips the very stand-on from under his feet! Had hubris been his downfall, perhaps, I wouldnʼt have to suffer as much.

”Weakling…” I whisper every day against the nape of the alleged hero of Lanterm. His body would freeze, and his senses would tingle, but that wasnʼt nearly enough to make up for what heʼd done, and thus I pray even as a spirit to watch the life in his being slowly stripped away as heʼd made to suffer.

”Amber, is it me or has winter arrived earlier than usual?” His voice echoed inside the decrepit room, but the girls ignored his complaints about the cold as always. Staring at them with a frown, the unkempt hero scoffed and turned his gaze back to the ceiling.

Lesiruly lying on a stone slab of a bed, he stared into nothing while doing nothing. The sound of filing nails and light chatter between the other two forced me to look away from the useless monster of a hero. The girls, however, were no different, one a harlot whoʼd been chosen by a god for some reason and the other an outlaw just like the hero.

”I heard some heroes have sailed for our island from Elenaris,” smirking like the devil, Amber–the outlaw ginger tried to hint at yet another chance at plunder. Like a curious cat, her green eyes flickered on and off along with the broken lamp light.

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Filling her nails with a golden clipper that sheʼd been gifted by a passing royalty interested in carnal pleasures, Baylee showed little interest in this new pack of heroes arriving on the island. Blowing the dust off of her nails, she admired them for a while before looking up at Amberʼs curious eyes.

”I doubt they have anything of value to steal, Amber. Iʼd rather just keep milking that boy.” As perverse and prudent as always, to think the whore of the group would be the most logical of the bunch…

”Ughhh…” Rolling her eyes at her step-sisterʼs lack of interest, Amber turned her head towards the hero. ”Oi, Gunther, you wanna do this with me? Give the local whores a break and fuck the girls from that heroʼs party?”

Glancing sideways from the edge of his eyes, Gunther–the hero appeared to ponder over the thought and as a devilish smirk took over his lips, I could myself shiver once again. The same heʼd kept while murdering my father, the same smile he had while shoving that blade into my belly and then toying with my body even though I was long gone and had turned into a spirit.

”Alright then,” getting off the slab, he began cracking his neck as well as his fingers, and once done, his eyes turned back to his half-sisters. ”Letʼs get a ship ready and blow the shit outta these bastards.”

Stroking his beat while deep in thought and possibly daydreaming about the bounty to come, Gunther stood staring at his sisters with that creepy smile on his lips.

ʼWhat kind of monster of a god chose these as his heroes?ʼ That question would plague me till the day I watch these monsters blessed by another bigger monster, rot in a grave and get pissed on by the surviving families of their victims.

Moments past their discussion about plundering the ship of another hero, the three began making their way down the lighthouse. Following their every step, I kept close to Gunther and whispered profanities and curses into his ears. Whether he could hear them? I had no clue, but I really hoped that I was at least making him feel the smallest of chills.

Appearing in the mirror as a hideous monster with her guts pouring out and her messy long hair covering her entire face, theyʼd managed me beyond recognition, and I couldnʼt even use that appearance to haunt these trio some more. The church in which Iʼd been trapped for two years at this point, its nuns would cleanse me if they knew about my presence.

”Oh! The heroes are here!” Those words spoken by the priest the moment we descended into the church floor, angered me beyond measure.

Glaring at him with my bloodshot eyes, I wished to pull his eyes out of the socket and feed them to his children. And I wouldʼve done so right that instant, had I not known what Gunther was already doing to his family.

”Eey father,” with a dastardly smile and a loud chuckle, the so-called hero walked through the carpet that led up to the podium. The nuns turned to look at him with breathless gasps, their eyes glimmering with hopes for better days under their lordʼs chosen. ”Howʼs your daughter doing? I hope my sister didnʼt scare her with the divinations from last time, ahaha!”

Puffing his chest, pretending to be a man of care, Gunther beckoned Amber closer. Clicking her tongue at the mere thought of dealing with this again, she clasped her hands in prayer and put up a fake smile that was fitting for an angel.

”Oh, theyʼre doing wonderful, our hero!” While she walked towards the podium, the priest addressed the hero standing in front. Smiling with nothing but pure intentions and naivete, he moved closer to the boy and placed a hand on his shoulder. ”It has been rapturous theyʼd told me, both my daughter and wife.

I just wish your sister could help share the same connection between us and our lord Lantherm with the rest of his children.”

”Ohh father~ Donʼt get too greedy,” Amber playfully chuckled, stopping beside her half-brother.

Looking between Gunther and the priest, she did her best to prevent a loud laugh.

”I canʼt handle holding the connection between lord Lantherm and the girls, boys are no go of course, lord Lantherm favors the beauties after all,” like a serpent she spewed poison, and unaware of what she truly meant, the priest gobbled up her lies.

ʼA fake priestess and outlaw, again, what kind of monster chooses such monsters as their heroes?!ʼ Before my anger boiled further, Baylee reeled in the duo and the corrupt heroʼs party went off for another plunder.

By night theyʼll be back, I doubt they could arrange a ship in a day after all. The church would be empty on their arrival with the lanterns snuffed and the nuns locked inside their dorms. But the priestʼs wife and daughter would follow Amber to the very top of the lighthouse with the promise of becoming closer to their god.

In reality, however, the two would be drugged out of their minds and hallucinate about Latherm while Gunther rapes their bodies or the highest bidder amongst bandits or pirates gets to satisfy their desires to rape a priestʼs wife and daughter.

And I, even in death forced to relive the night when the hero had gutted me like a fish and fucked my corpse until there was no warmth left in my body.

ʼYouʼll die, youʼll die! YOU WILL DIEEE! YOU WILL DIEEEEE!!!ʼ Once again a tantrum. Tearing my belly, pulling out every strand of hair on my head, plucking out my eyes and spilling my guts, again and again, and every day, every night.

”I wish youʼd still been a pirate…Weakling…”