In comparison, the female, the bitch, looked athletic. A foot shorter than the man, red hair as long as her knees, sprawled behind her. She held a sword in one hand, her body draped in a barely-there leather suit that revealed her long legs entirely. Red lipstick and some strange dark marking covered both her eyes and half of her upper face, ruining whatever beauty she had.
Thud!
Marshall landed on the floor at last. It looked like a complete replica of the floor above, the marble, and the markings on it. Clearly, the entire temple was built keeping the underground chamber in mind.
"Marty, you good?" Marshall looked at the wounded T-Rex.
Hela was already beside the beast, caressing her hand on the wounds. Being the Goddess of Life and Death, she had the power to heal as well. Though she couldn't kill anymore, thanks to Odin's restrictions.
"Rufff~" Marty blew air through his nostrils.
"Atta boy!" Marshall chuckled at Marty's response and looked back at the two likely attackers. "Usually, I bother to ask the name of the creatures I kill. But you two—Dog and bitch is enough."
"Still your rage, First Man," said the feral man from his throne, legs still crossed. "Your pet tried to invade the temple. The reaction was a mere territorial dispute. Instinct met instinct. I let it live—for you—Rome is my—"
Marshall started walking towards the throne.
"I am Romulus—"
"Shhhh! No—don't lie, you're a dog," Marshall interrupted and floated in the air, picking up speed as he neared the throne. "First off, Marty's not some damn pet—he's a friend. Only one I've had in, what, eighty million years. And he's not an 'it'—he's a he, alright? Keep up."
The female standing beside the throne shifted, looking nervous. She put a hand on the man's shoulder.
"Oh? Dog and bitch look scared now." Marshall sneered and, at last, hovered just an arm's length distance from the throne. "You clearly know me. And you still did it."
"Rome belongs to me, First Man. Yo—"
Smack!
Marshall slapped, a cosmic slap filled with cosmic flames and Odin's strength. It was so fast that the sound barrier broke, boomed, and connected square in Romulus' face.
POOF!
Romulus' entire face was splattered like a watermelon. The rest of his body was left sitting on the throne, and not even a flinch was registered.
"Rome? You fucking dog-shit! This planet is mine! You live because I allowed your existence to evolve!"
"ROMULUS!" The female cried in horror. "He can't regenerate that!"
"Oh? He has regeneration?" Marshall looked at the decapitated thing with surprise. "Then let me end all your hopes."
A single burst of cosmic flame covered Romulus and spread all over its body. In seconds, the entire body turned into ash, and then even that disappeared. The ancient, prehistoric creature just died for nothing.
"And you, bitch." Marshall eyed the female then. "The claws, it was you, wasn't it? You hurt Marty."
"No!" She fell to her knees and started begging. "No, no… Don't kill me. I really didn't know who he was. I thought it was an attack by Selene! She's been trying to sacrifice the entire population of Rome for her magic. I thought she sent the beast. Please, I'll do anything! Yes… You like women, I read about you. I'll be your woman! I'll do anything!"
"Ugh…" Marshall sneered, holding a gag. "Fuck! I'm not into bestiality, bitch. Less so with a bitch with rabies like you. And there's only one solution to a bitch with rabies—Death."
Marshall used telekinesis and forced her body to move. He maneuvered her like a doll, threw her onto her knees on the marble floor, and then.
Bam!
He made her kowtow towards Marty, but it was so deep that she bashed her entire face on the marble.
Bam!
Marshall slammed her face harder with telekinesis, cracking the floor.
Bam!
The floor became red, and a small crater formed where her blood pooled.
Bam!
Crunch!
Her nose broke.
Bam!
Her entire lip fell off, cut, the bone showing. She groaned and cried in pain, but her body was frozen in Marshall's control.
Bam!
Her entire nose was smashed into a fine paste.
Bam!
Her entire facial bone broke apart.
Bam!
She went blind as the bone shards popped her eyeballs.
Bam!
She took her last few breaths.
Bam!
Her brain stopped all its activity. She died.
Marshall left her body as it was, kneeling, face smashed into the filthy, blood and flesh-soaked crater in the marble. He looked at Hela, still healing Marty.
"How long will it take?" He asked.
"Moments. The… bitch had filthy nails."
"Oh?" Marshall scowled and looked back at the dead bitch, not so dead now as her regeneration revived her. And that regeneration was really fast. He saw in real time as her flesh from the floor moved and rejoined her face. Her bones regrew, and her face healed itself to its previous place.
"This just means I've got something to kill time and… punish the rabid bitch."
Bam!
Marshall once again started to smash her face into the ground. He didn't know her name, nor did he care. She dared hurt Marty; that was all that mattered. Humans, mutants, gods, they meant nothing to him. Anyone who dared to touch what he cherished deserved to die.
He had no qualms. He had no desires in particular. Nor did Marshall have any self-inflicted rules that stopped him from doing something.
"Please… forgive me—"
Bam!
For the third time, Marshall allowed the bitch to be revived before he started bashing her face.
From a distance, Hela watched Marshall in awe. She used to think he was a waste of a man, never using his godly powers. She used to loathe him, seeing him as a pathetic weakling. But it turned out he was simply uncaring of the rest of the mortal world. He was a creature living far above the rest.
This time, Marshall revealed his cruelty because he was dragged down by the mortals. If Romulus had done nothing, and if Marty wasn't hurt, Marshall wouldn't have given a damn who ruled Rome. But since Romulus made a choice to invite his own doom, Marshall held nothing back.
Bam!
Bam!
Marshall kept killing the bitch again and again while waiting for Marty to heal.
"Hm?"
But right then, he sensed another presence. This one felt special, and so easily noticeable. The magic sense he'd received by dying in Hela's hands made him aware.
"Come out!"
Marshall roared towards a dark doorway in the distance.
"You want me chasing you?"
At his last warning, a figure finally appeared from the darkness. It was a woman, dark hair, wearing a dark full-bodied leather suit, tight around her entire body, full hips and long legs, but open from above her large bust, revealing her pale skin and cleavage. Her arms were covered in similar black leather sleeves, connected with nothing. Then there was black lipstick and faint eye makeup.
And then there was the cape, its outer side dark and inner side red.
"I had nothing to do with it!" The black-clothed woman raised her arms to the sides. "I merely followed you here. I didn't know you were the First Man."
"And why should I fucking believe you? For all I know, you're with this bitch." Marshall sneered back and put his foot on the bitch's head this time, smashing it into the flooring.
"No! I'm Selene! Romulus and his sister are my enemies as well!"
"Ah! The one the bitch said is trying to sacrifice all of Rome?" Marshall eyed the woman more threateningly. "I guess I will kill you anyway. Or not. Rome's wine is piss, but the bread slaps. And those baths? Oooh, they know what water is."
Selene's eyes shook in panic. She looked beyond Marshall and noticed the inhumanly tall woman dressed in black just like her. But Selene felt the superior magic from that woman. As for Marshall, she didn't want to know more about him. Following him was a mistake already.
"I-I won't! I won't sacrifice Rome. I'll leave this place—"
"No can do," Marshall said and for good, set the bitch's body on fire with cosmic flames, ending her. Then he started walking towards Selene, though it was hard not to look at her impossibly voluptuous breasts barely contained in her leather bodysuit.
"I… I'll become your follower." Selene offered, having seen his gaze savoring her body from head to toe. She'd felt that plenty of times, but never with the intensity Marshall did.
She was ancient, thousands of years old, yet she felt overwhelmed by this man's presence. She knew he was even more primordial than Romulus, but how much, she didn't know.
"Hah! Follower? I don't need that." Marshall laughed at her face and stood a mere half an arm's length away from her. With no shame, he looked down at that insane, tight cleavage. The woman was made for lust, as if. Her figure was more than just an hourglass. And her face, while pale and not that unique, was beautiful.
"Let's play a game."
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