Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 763: Dawn Of A Demon’s Folly

The very night the giant Arachnid began torching the forest, Muena was brought in front of the demon general with the rest of her party knocked unconscious. In a domic structure made of shambling rocks and marble, the general sat on a throne made of bones from the fairest of women, both from the fair and the dark elves. But the ones that drew most of Muena’s attention were the skulls at the end of his armrest.

Staring at the head of her sister and a cousin, she was reminded of a past from before she met Frazer and struck a deal with him. Following the trail of weathered fingers, her eyes climbed up the general’s burly figure until eventually she landed on the face of an older man who appeared to be reaching his sixties.

However, looks can often be deceiving, and those pair of elven ears on him, along with the dragon scale armour, were proof enough to the contrary. And as if that wasn’t enough to raise caution, his chestplate was made from the head of a greater arctic wolf entombed within a sheet of dark metal.

”You’ve broken your promise,” he said, his voice hoarse from ageing as an elf.

”She definitely has, ahaha~” Dragging her axe through the rugged and mossy ground, the right hand of the demon–a woman with no name, slowly moved closer to her master. Swaying her hips with a seductive allure, she made no effort to hide her skin–not that she could, given the fact that the only clothes she wore were a pair of rib-bones from her enemies that squeezed her breasts and a couple of bony hands curling around her groin to cover her privates.

”She did bring us another god’s toy, maybe a little mercy can be spared?” Said the left hand of the demon, the twin sister of the first. Pale as a ghost and just as translucent, she bore great white wings and total command over mana as well as the ability to possess any mortal body.

This wasn’t Muena’s first time running into the sisters, and not the second time either. After all, they served the same lord. Some out of their own volition and the others through force.

”She’s right,” lifting her head, Muena opened her rosebud and looked into the cold, silver gaze of the general. ”I brought you a god’s chosen, as far as I’m concerned, that was the deal, and I’ve succeeded in that already!”

Pointing towards Frazer’s body, Muena clenched a fist to her heart and kept speaking her mind.

”Their army has been poisoned twice already, and even if he makes it here–” The sudden rise of his hand cut Muena’s complaints short. Staring at her with neither anger nor adoration, the general remained quiet and didn’t speak a word until a whole minute had passed.

”The chosen of Asmareth,” turning his head towards Frazer, he scowled. ”A useless specimen for us to proceed.”

”Either the girl or the general, that was the deal,” throwing the axe across her shoulders, the right-hand woman leaned back against the mossy walls with a giant smirk on her face.

”The girl isn’t here, neither is the general, nor is the servant,” added the ghost, her words ringing like a wind chime.

”But...” Feeling defeated from the weight of expectations, Muena turned her gaze back to the general. ”I weakened his army! I’m sure you can easily defeat him. By now, they must all be poisoned quite heavily!”

The promise of a paradise inside the city walls was slowly slipping out of her grasp. She’d done the best that she could, even tried to recruit the only other man who could turn into a problem. But with her hands now seemingly empty, there was little she could plead with. For her dream of raising a clan in the demon general’s territory was a failure–or at least it soon will be.

”Please, I can still be of use to you...” She pleaded one last time.

”That is true, and you will be of use to me,” glancing sideways at the right arm, the general gestured something with his arm. ”Throw them in prison. We can find a better use for them once the nun comes back.”

A smile as wide as a sickle crept up the horned woman’s face. She looked through the fruits laid out in front of her, and being part devil, that too a succubus of circle greed, she had quite a few ideas on what she planned to do with them.

”Can I fuck the boy?” And she wasn’t shy about speaking her mind either. ”I want him to forever be scared by the fact that a demon forced her way with him.”

Brushing his hand as if he didn’t care about what she did to him, the general watched the blood draining out of the dryad’s face. In the meantime, the devil whispered to herself about the many ways that she would violate the virgin. From lashing to choking him until the veins in his eyes turn bloody and balls are so swollen from abuse and cumming that he can’t tell pain from pleasure, there was nothing she wouldn’t do to him, and the same stood true for the others–but their fate would fall in the hands of other horrors.

”I lost one servant today. Gone somewhere and never returned,” as the general spoke again, Muena felt goosebumps erupt throughout her skin. ”You should thank him for disappearing when he returns, but for now, it is I you should thank for showing you such gracious mercy.”

To bow to an elf after dooming a clan of elves, fate had written quite a colourful day for Muena, but it wasn’t him to whom she owed an apology. Even so, she bowed. She bowed as her people once did to the dark elves under her sister, but even then, her arrogance blinded her to who she truly was. No different than her sister, for she was no true monster–just a woman who can only manipulate weaker men and women with a hunger for power.