Chapter 47: Butterfly Madness
After their level-ups were done, the trio started their expedition. Frenley's eyes adjusted as he looked at the city in front of him. The water that once filled the city's streets was gone. There was no corpse left around either; the streets were clean of even the corpse-like people walking around. The fey just shrugged as he stopped worrying about that. Today is the day they get to the castle and beat it.
His girls were around him, going through the same motions of looking at the empty city.
“Weird that the city is so empty… oh well, let me use my powers to see what we will face in the castle.”
Risa said as she closed her eyes. She let her power move through her body. As always, golden tears ran down her cheeks. She cleaned them with her wrist, and Mia, as always, wiped the residue away with her wet thumb.
Risa smiled at her female lover before speaking out loud.
“So, on the way to the castle, we will face another main boss. Also... it seems like it will be hard to get into the castle?”
“Why did you phrase that like a question?” Mia said with her arms crossed over her chest.
“I just got the feeling that the castle is hard? Or long? Or something; it felt like the castle was a hard wall we can't cross.”
Frenley tried his best to laugh at the way Risa described things; thankfully for him, he didn't have to stifle his laughter. Mia laughed, her whole body shaking as she spoke.
“That is what she said.”
Risa's look of shock sent Frenley over the edge as he laughed as well; Risa's face grew a bit red, but she, too, laughed. She shook her head at Mia's silly joke, but she enjoyed the sound of their combined laughter.
“Gosh, you two are so silly. Come on, you two, time to get a move on!” Risa said as she started to walk down the street.
Mia and Frenley followed the smaller woman; Mia quickened her steps as she reached Risa. She wrapped her arm around the short woman's shoulders. Frenley walked next to Risa as well, but wrapped his arm around her waist instead. Mia spoke softly, a teasing smile on her face as she looked at Risa's golden eyes.
“So it's long and hard? Um? Just like Frenley’s dick?”
Frenley smiled a bit, blushing a bit at her comment before he joined her in teasing Risa.
“Do we have to lower the gates of the castle? Maybe get the gates sticky and wet so it can come down fast.”
Risa blushed madly, her face as red as a tomato. Mia and Frenley shared a soft look, their smiles widening as they stopped walking. With their arms around Risa's body, the short girl stopped moving as well. Mia leaned in and licked the side of Risa's face. This caused the short girl to yelp and her eyes to go wide. Mia's voice brushed softly against the kitsune’s ear. Her breath tickled the silver fur.
“You can make me all wet and sticky if you wish~.”
Not wishing to be outdone, Frenley's hand touched Risa's stomach softly. His fingers touched the muscle that lay beneath the flowing cloth of her robes. He whispered into her other ear, his words delicate and precise.
“You make me hard and long, darling~.”
Risa's face got even redder; her face became hot to the touch as she separated herself from the two of them. Frenley and Mia could have sworn that steam was coming out of the girl's head. Frenley and Mia giggled as they followed behind their female lover. Hearing their footsteps, Risa turned around, looking at them with a pleading look in her eyes. Her hands covered her ass.
“Haha, don't worry, sweetheart, we weren't gonna slap your ass, right ,Fren-” Mia stopped talking as she saw Frenley lower his spread palm and move it behind his back.
“Of course, we will never do such a thing!”
“You two walk in front of me right now,” Risa said, her hands still covering her ass.
“Yes, ma’am!” Mia said as she walked to the front, summoning her large greatsword. She let the sword rest on her shoulder as she walked.
“Of course, dear,” Frenley said with a sweet smile, hand still behind his back as he walked past Risa. A few steps behind the tall woman. Frenley summoned his magic focus and sword.
Risa sighed in relief as she turned and walked behind them. She summoned her staff, grabbing it with both hands as they walked in silence for a few seconds. Before Mia could contain her curiosity.
“Sweetheart, how did you know that Frenley was gonna slap your ass?”
“Hey!” The girls ignored the fey’s outrage.
“Because it would be what I would do.”
“Really now?” Both Frenley and Mia said at the same time. Both shared a wordless conversation, nodding as they continued walking.
Risa looked at them with curious eyes, then at their backs. Jumping from one to the other before putting the pieces together.
“Fuck... now I can't slap ass.”
“Haha, nope, at least we will be waiting for it!” Mia said from ahead of the pack.
Frenley smiled softly as he looked at Risa. As the party continued to walk, they soon came out of the city. The fields around the city were the same when they came on the other side. Corpses on crosses, a stone path that led them deeper into the realm and into the gates of the castle. Which was slowly becoming clearer with each step they took.
But right next to the gate of the city was a site of rest. The party rested in the city before resuming their walk. With the sounds of nature and the presence of death following their every step.
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POV: Butterfly
He was so close he could taste it, knowledge at the edge of his fingertips. Enlightenment dancing on a knife-edge. He had gathered everything the voice had asked of him. A silver mirror he stole from a shop lay atop boxes. Next to it lay a small dagger, crude, dirty, and used. A dagger he stole from a small-time witch who thought her rituals and magic were real. Yet what she had proved to be of value, her dagger being one of them.
Muffled sounds enter his ears once more; the man turns to face the naked woman that he is holding. Her beauty does not compare to that of the two girls of his dreams, girls that will soon be his after he liberates them from their oppressor. The naked woman had her hands tied with a white cloth, her mouth gagged with the same material.
Her ankles were bound as well; her face and naked body were dirty from all the dust and dirt that had accumulated in this warehouse. Dry tear tracks covered her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy. Her ankles and wrists were red and raw from all the thrashing she did around trying to become free from her restraints. She pressed her legs together tight, trying to stop him from looking at her womanhood. Not that he cared about her that way. This woman drove no lust out of his body.
The man looked out the large window on the roof, the moon shining its bright, disgusting light down on it. Ever since he heard the voice in his head and woke up with his armor. He has not been able to dream. Instead, his sleep is haunted by words, sentences, images, and colors he could not describe. Things with meaning he could not understand. Even as he drew out the magic circle on the concrete ground. It made no sense.
His bloody gauntlets grab his head, pulling at his falling hair. Large bald patches covered his head. His beard was messy, uneven, bloody, and filled with chunks of food. The man's crazed eyes looked at the magic circle he drew with the blood of his latest victim. A fat man that was accompanying the girl he had now in captivity.
The man’s organs lay down next to his dead body; flies swarmed the cold corpse. Maggots were eating away at flesh colder than stone. The man's fat was in a nice, neat pile next to his head. A process that took him quite a long time to do, especially when the bitch he had tied up screamed and cried her eyes out. He looked at the bloody circle, the body, the mountain of fat, and the items he would need for his ritual.
Soon an idea came to him, through symbols, spouts of pain, and the quick beat of a heart at the edge of a knife. The man stood up, his armor clacking as he did so. The once pristine knightly armor was now a bundle of metal plates. Covered in dirt, dry blood, and other fluids that no man has any right to describe or smell. He walked up to the pile of yellow, disgusting fat.
He grabbed a handful with his bloody gauntlets. He went back to the circle and began using the fat to draw the symbols. As he did that, something clicked in his mind. His fingers tingle with energy he didn't have, like an old man regaining his sense of touch. The man smiled, then broke into a fit of laughter. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
The woman, hearing his laughter, started to cry again, her soft sobs entering his ear like nails being dragged on a chalkboard. His laughter stopped as he walked towards her. Seeing his figure getting closer to her, the woman cried even more. She pushed her legs even more together. Her chest moved up and down as more and more salty tears ran down her dirty face. The man grabbed her face, getting dry blood and disgusting fat on her face.
“SHUT UP WHORE! Do you now know the privilege that is being a stepping stone in my grand story!?”
He said as he pressed his fingers into her face; the woman's eyes watered even more as she tried to control her emotions. Once he saw that she was no longer crying, he let go of her face. His hands moved up his face. Getting it even dirtier. The smell of both old and new death hit him like the fragrance of early spring. His mind wandered to the image of the two women he would claim. His grand story of conquest and love.
He will banish the creeping night, engulfing the world in endless sun. He will kill the moon queen, restore order to the kingdom, and become a true hero told for ages to come. A soft groan left the man's lips, his body shivering with disgusting pleasure.
“Oh, just wait, my loves..I shall come for you two soon!”
The man giggled as he turned and resumed working on the circle. Using more and more fat to make the symbols of the magic circle. Soon, the circle was complete, and as the final symbol was added, it began to shine with magical energy. The circle was ready; the only thing it needed was just one last thing to be done.
More knowledge clicks in his mind; he must place the sacrificed in the middle of the circle. The mirror must be placed on her face. Then he must cut her heart out and bathe the mirror in her flowing blood. Then, when it's all done, he will finally learn where this Frenley bitch is, and he will free his love interest from their captor. The man chuckled to himself once more, as all he needed to do now was wait for tomorrow at midday.
As the man waits for the promised day, he sits down in the middle of the circle. He lets his mind wander about all the cryptic information that lingers and floats in his mind. The silver mirror falls down a bit from its spot; on its reflection is the man’s face. A crazy look covers his face, his eyes burning with the flame of madness.