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The Gamer's Guide to Freedom by The Dark Wolf Shiro
Anime X-overs & High School DxD/ハイスクールD×D Xover Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Fantasy, Words: 191k+, Favs: 5k+, Follows: 5k+, Published: Aug 19, 2020 Updated: Oct 2, 2021
2,363Chapter 6: The Start of the Horde
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The Gamers Guide to Freedom
Chapter 06: The Start of the Horde
Staring at the camp of goblins, I pause for a moment.
They have no idea we are here, sure there are a few lookouts but half the camp are too drunk to bother looking into the incredibly dark forest. My naga have amazing night vision, being able to see as well in the pitch black forest as they can in the day... but my own night vision isn't quite as good as theirs unfortunately, maybe it is time to look into some upgrades for myself...
Though the problem with being a devil is that it is hard to find any parts that are better than what I already have.
The point remains though.. these revellers aren't expecting an attack, even the lookouts aren't really paying attention.
I could have my ghouls charge the encampment while my naga snipe the ranged units... but even drunk and distracted they outnumber us a dozen to one.
I have fifteen ghouls and ten nagas, plus my own magic.
There are hundreds of goblins in the camp, and along with at least a dozen orcs, all armed and ready for battle. There's also a large tent in the back of the camp that is definitely hiding a boss fight.
If we rush in there it is gonna be a slaughter, I have no doubts we would win but at what cost? How many of my own abominations would fall before we finish the fight?
I don't have so many resources that I can just afford to toss my abominations away so easily.
Which means it's time to play this smart.
Fighting fair is for suckers.
- Miza -
Miza wasn't happy.
The celebration of the new War Chieftess Mazoga's victory was going strong, even in the little outpost she was stuck at, and yet she was stuck on guard duty, not even allowed a bit of grog.
So what if she decided to pocket one of the shiny stones that was suppose to be going as tribute to the new boss, it was just one and there were dozens of them.
Honestly, it was a complete over reaction to ban her from the fun over a single shiny stone.
Well, a few shiny stones when they followed her back to her stash.
...and a few weapons, some gold, her stash of fancy grog (which that bastard bugbear was currently drinking), and the rest of her things.
She didn't even steal all of them! She was a scout, she scouted! It was her job to look around and who cared if she forgot to mention some of the shinier stuff she found in the forest.
She should have been given a pat on the back for her hard work and dedication to scouting, not punished!
Instead she got her stash taken away by the fat bugbear who was in charge of their camp now, she got whipped until her back bled for stealing, and then she was ordered to sit on the watch tower and keep an eye out for trouble.
Naturally she ignored that completely as she snuck off to one of the more secluded corners of the camp, checking her other stash to make sure all her thingies were still were still there.
After making sure all her shiny coins, her jewels and her favourite dagger was still in place, she snuck back to her post to find a nice spot she could take a nap.
There were other goblins on lookout duty, but they weren't being punished so they all had grog, they'd be too drunk to notice she wasn't doing her job soon enough.
Climbing back to the top of the tower, she paused as she reached the top, staring at the unmoving goblin slouched against the wall.
Moving closer, she prodded the unmoving goblin, watching as he toppled over falling face down.
Huh.
She'd seen her kind get so drunk they were dead to the world, but she'd never seen someone get so drunk they actually died though.
Taking a moment to empty his pockets, she paused as she spotted the two small bleeding pin-pricks on his neck, the veins around the bite blackened.
That was probably bad.
It wasn't like someone dying at a party was really a surprise, she watched her friend Lezea put her axe through a drunken orcs skull earlier for trying to bend her over.
Dunno why, if Lezea didn't want so many guys trying to pound her ass maybe she should wear more than some leather straps? It was why she wore actual trousers, even if the leather pants were incredibly tight... but barbarians were never the smartest bunch anyway and Lezea refused to wear more than her leather underwear. One day, someone bigger and stronger than her was gonna decide he wanted her big booty and she wouldn't be able to just bash their skulls in, especially if she really wanted to get sent to the main war camp.
She was lucky the fat bugbear they had to call chief now had a thing for humie girls, if they hadn't captured some of the Northling women on their last raid then she'd probably be the one entertaining the chief tonight.
Plus, there'd be killing over girls, killing over food, killing over grog, killing was just normal around here.
If she'd found this guy with a dagger in his chest she'd have tossed him off the tower and called it a day, but the biting was probably a bad thing right?
It wasn't one of those bloodsuckers, they didn't leave those weird black lines and the bodies were always more pale, this was done by something venomous. It's fang were too far apart for it to be one of the snakes that you could find around here.
She might not be the most responsible goblin, but she was good at her job.
Standing up, she looked around the other towers with a furrowed brow, realising she couldn't see a single goblin in any of them.
That was definitely bad.
Looking back to the party, she frowned as she saw nothing out of the ordinary, people were drinking, eating and fucking like all was right with the world.
Looking at the war horn that would tell the lazy fuckers to grab their weapons and get ready to fight, she paused as her sensitive ears picked up the slightest hissing behind her, turning around very slowly.
Admittedly, she never paid that much attention to all the newcomers coming and going from their camp, but even she would have noticed if some giant snake ladies joined them.
She'd heard they had Drow, Orges, Trolls and even some Tieflings and a Hag, but whatever the hissing woman currently sizing her up was, she didn't know.
The funny thing about Goblins and Goblinoids, even if some of the 'superior' Goblinoids like Hobgoblins, Orcs and Bugbears would deny it, was that they were all fucking cowards at heart.
They were cruel and ruthless to those weaker than them, but when they were faced with something stronger without a dozen other goblins to back them up they broke faster than an elf girl on a orc dick.
Throwing her two daggers to the side as fast as she could, she threw herself to the ground, slamming her head into the cold stone.
Did that thing speak goblin? Probably not. Did it speak common? She didn't have a clue.
So she was going with the universal sign for please don't eat me as she prostrated herself in front of the creature, keeping her head down against the floor for a moment as she waited to see if it would strike.
She wasn't a fighter at the best of times, and that thing was literally twice her size.
Taking a chance, she peeked up into the almost glowing yellow eyes staring down at her, seeing the intelligence behind them as it considered what to do.
After a moment, it slithered away after giving her a warning glare, taking a moment to grab the war horn and break it before it slithered away.
Slowly standing up, she looked over at the next tower, her violet eyes widening as she spotted more of the snake women staring down at the party with malevolent eyes.
Pausing for a moment, she quickly thought of the best route back to her remaining stash then out of the camp, she'd have to tell one of the other camps about the tragic attack later. Lucky she was out on scouting duties when it happened so she could warn the others about the scary snake people attacking them.
Pausing, she glanced back down towards the camp with a sigh.
She could piss on the graves of pretty much every single person in this camp, it was every goblin for themselves after all... but Lezea had always looked out for her, and Lezea was one of those rare goblins that actually had a backbone and she wouldn't do the smart thing and run for the hills.
Sighing to herself, she started making a new plan.
This is why having friends sucked.
- Kuro -
As I stop looking through Gadgets eyes, I smile to myself.
Step one, complete.
I had one of my nagas carry her up on top of one of the towers (after dealing with the goblin in it first), giving me a birds eye view of the camp.
Every lookout has been dealt with, my nagas easily sneaking up on the drunken fools and poisoning them, or just slitting their throats.
With that done, I send my next order and have my ghouls move up towards the camp. There are what look like kennels towards one side of the camp but they are empty so they don't have any hounds... or worse to sniff us out.
Fortunately, the camp 'walls' are pretty crappy, as expected of the first zone of the dungeon, and they have multiple places were my abominations can get in, so I have them gather against one of the walls on the far side, a bit away from where most of the revellers are gathered.
My naga have hidden themselves in the towers so they'll have cover to fire from when it is time for them to rain arrows down on the orcs and goblins, they've taught themselves a new trick... using their venom to coat their blades and arrows.
They keep impressing me, proving to be far more cunning than I'd expect. My ghouls are far more mindless, they like tearing things to pieces and that's about everything. It works for them.
When I give the word, my naga will start raining poisoned arrows down on the orcs while my ghouls charge in and start tearing everything they can get their claws on limb from limb.
Releasing my wings, I take a moment to fly up into the night sky, Flying is a pleasant feeling, but now isn't the time to enjoy this and ruin the ambush so I quickly land atop one of the towers.
Now then... time for step two.
These greenskins aren't quite as… united as the undead from the last dungeon, through Gadgets eyes I've already seen them turn on each other on the slightest provocation, and that is where my second stage comes in.
First things first, time to put the odds in my favour when whoever is in that big ass tent decides to come out and see what is going on.
You see, I've learnt a few tricks about my powers as well and one trick I've learnt is very simple... I can cast my curses through Gadget or my other skeletal rats while I'm looking through their eyes.
And who is paying attention to a tiny rat like Gadget during a party like this?
Taking control of her, I guide her through the camp, sticking to the shadows and scurrying under things to avoid being spotted as we make our way to the main tent, peeking inside.
The moment I do I am filled with regret as my sight is filled with the hairiest ass I have ever had the misfortune of seeing.
I was expecting a big orc chief, but that thing? That's no fucking orc.
Around eight foot tall and probably half as wide the beast is covered in thick brown fur, and currently rutting into a heavily bleeding human girl. Where did they get a human? I can barely see her around the hairy fucker but I can see she isn't Asian, I'd say she's... Scandinavian at a guess, so not someone from Kuoh.
So where did the big guy find her?
Khath, the Newly Appointed Chief
Race – Bugbear
Level – 29
Alignment – Chaotic Evil
And I've found the camp boss, now I just need to kill the big bastard.
He's only... basically double my level, with surprisingly high stats. Well, high physical stats.
Basically, a muscle head who could probably kick my ass.
And that's why I'm going to win this.
Biting the flap of the tent, I cast my curse through Gadget and scurry back into the camp.
Now then, time to start some chaos.
The Curse of Hallucination basically gives me control over the senses of the poor fucker that triggers it, and while an intelligent person could realise they were hallucinating and shake it off or a magically attuned person could dispel the curse... this lot are drunk and really, they're fucking goblins.
And If I can't outsmart a goblin then what am I doing with my life?
Having Gadget move towards one of the orcs, I cast the curse of hallucination on the seat he is sat on, smiling as it triggers almost immediately.
This big guy has been downing their foul smelling drink by the barrel, and he isn't the most even tempered since I watched him decapitate a goblin for bumping into him a few minutes ago...
So when he starts hearing whispered insults and seeing people looking at him and sniggering?
It's difficult to get the insults right, they speak a strange language after all, but I have the power of devil bullshit on my side and I've been watching the party for quite some time.
"Still think you're funny, you fucking midget!?" my victim hollers as he smashes his warhammer down onto the unmoving corpse of a goblin that made the fatal error of being in his general vicinity, the rest of the camp staring at him with confusion at his outburst. "Anyone else think they can mock me?!"
Hmm, actually yes, I think there is.
As he swivels around, he glares hatefully at another of the orcs, making him look behind him in confusion, trying to work out what the fuck is going on even as the hallucinating fool charges him.
As the camp bursts into panicked shouting, I smile to myself and watch the chaos from my spot on the watchtower, even as Gadget curses a few more things in the chaos before she flees and leaves the camp through a hole in the fence.
I need to keep her close so I don't get stuck with that damnable debuff.
Making a goblin hallucinate that the goblin closest to him is running at him with a dagger drawn, I smile as he immediately responds by grabbing his own axe and slashing at him without a second of hesitation.
Throughout the camp, the same sight repeats itself as random goblins suddenly think they are under attack, and respond in kind.
Sitting on the watchtower fence, I calmly wait for someone to notice me.
Am I being over dramatic? Possibly, but these guys have gained my attention.
I came here expecting hordes of mindless enemies to slaughter, instead I think I found a society inside this dungeon and that has garnered my interest.
Isis is clearly generous over what counts as 'my kill' for exp, as every death my curses cause gives me some progress towards my next level.
Well, they did die as a direct result of your actions. Just because you made some dumb orc do the heavy lifting doesn't change that fact, Master.
And I appreciate it, I have played way too many games that wouldn't have counted that.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OUT HERE?!"
And there is my boss battle, pushing his way out of his tent with nothing but a loincloth on as he glares around the camp, a greatsword held in one hand.
Making everyone under my curse hallucinate once again, I make them all see the same thing.
The bugbear warping, bursting into flames as his fur burns off and is replaced with red skin covered in runes, leathery black wings sprouting from his back as horns burst from his skull.
The goblins take one look at the demon that replaced their boss and act more or less exactly as I expected them to.
As they flee the camp, I have my naga wait for them to move out of sight before they shoot them down, but the Orc?
He surprises me by charging straight at the bugbear, letting out a war cry as he leaps at him, his hammer swinging at the bugbears skull.
The Bugbear surprises me more as his retaliation is swift and brutal, almost calmly slashing at the orc with a diagonal cut, cleaving him open from the shoulder to the stomach.
Staring at the orc in front of him, he scowls in confusion as he pulls his blade back, staring at it with a strange frown.
"Someone wanna explain what the fuck is going on?!" Khath growls, glaring over the gathered horde, goblins and orcs looking around almost nervously as they wait for someone else to speak.
Since I hate awkward silences, I do my best to help out as we start stage three.
The slaughter.
Giving the signal, all my nagas rise from their hiding places and start firing their poisoned arrows at the orcs.
Need to pick off the strong ones so my ghouls can make quick work of the goblins.
As for the boss?
Looking down at him as he glares up at us, I smirk and hold my hand towards summoning a ghostly skeletal hand that flies down and grips the Bugbears shoulder, making him roar in pain as he reaches up and tears it off, tossing it to the side, the flesh it was gripping blackened.
Aww, he got rid of it.
...sending several more down towards him I take a moment to enjoy being on the opposite side of the equation.
I couldn't beat the ghosts because they were immune to everything I could do... but here? As the orcs start to fall and the goblins run for cover from the rain of arrows, all the leader can do is roar at me.
A greatsword isn't that useful when your opponent is sitting on top of a tower raining spells down on you.
Honour is for fools and corpses.
- Miza -
She should be half way through the forest by now.
Instead she was crawling though the camp, ducking between cover to cover as she hoped the angry snake ladies decided she wasn't worth shooting at.
Spotting Lezea taking cover behind a wall, an arrow sticking out of it she sighed.
Of course the meathead would be in the middle of the chaos, clutching her axe in one hand as she glared around her cover, probably trying to work out the best way to get up there and start fighting back.
Dumbass.
Which made her the bigger dumbass, since she knew it was time to go and she was still here.
Taking a deep breath, she ran from behind the crate she was using to cover and dove to the same wall Lezea was hiding behind, getting her attention.
"Yeah, yeah, I suck at being a lookout. We need to be gone, ten minutes ago." Miza said quickly, grabbing her friends arm making her scowl.
"Run? While we are under attack?!" Lezea growled back making her roll her eyes.
"Yup, we're goblins remember? Running away is in our blood." Miza pointed out, before sighing as she saw she wasn't getting through to her. "Fine, call it a tactical retreat from a battle we ain't winning, someone needs to warn the new War Chieftess about the new invaders, you always wanted to head up to the main camp right? Mazoga seems like a smart boss, she'll want to know about this."
As Lezea frowned, she went to continue persuading her friend of the benefits of not being eaten by snake women, a bellow made them both turn.
"Come down here and face me like a man you fucking coward!" Khath hollered up at the flying figure who had been raining firebolts and skeletal hands down at him.
Yeah, like he'd be dumb enough to give up an advantage like...
Huh, he actually came down.
Today was just weird.
- Kuro -
This is a terrible idea.
Why would I ever fight someone stronger and faster than me in a fair fight?
Well, because I'm a drama queen apparently.
Signalling my ghouls, I have them enter the camp and wait as I fly down and land in front of them as we walk towards the Bugbear, the goblins pausing as they watch. The few orcs that survived the initial chaos were quickly culled by my nagas, their larger size simply making them an easier target.
I'm not just doing this for style points, though I have to admit it does feel pretty badass to simply walk into the camp with my horde at my back, stepping over the corpses of the fallen.
Dungeon Quest
[The Greenskin Encampment]
Objective 1: Destroy the Goblin Camp
Objective 2: Slay the Bugbear Chief
Optional Objective: Subjugate the Encampment instead of Destroying it
Optional Objective: Defeat the Bugbear Chief in a Duel
Hidden Objective: ?
Hidden Objective: ?
Subjugation.
To bring something under the domination or control, especially by conquest.
I can conquer the dungeon.
I have no idea what this does.
But, if I never try I will never know, and frankly Kuoh has dungeons to spare so I can afford to try something different with this one and simply check out the others to see how easy they are to grind.
The point stands, I want to see what it does, and that means I need to make these people surrender, plus I want the reward for beating the boss in a duel.
Nothing motivates me more than extra stuff.
Of course, he is far stronger than me, I'm not a strength build character after all, I'm a caster... but I think I can handle this.
If not? Well, there are ten nagas currently aiming poisoned arrows down at him, and my ghouls will go on a rampage at my command.
There is some risk to me, depending on just how fast things go south, but the risk is worth the potential rewards, besides... I've already tipped the scales in my favour.
"You... came down?" the Bugbear asks, seeming as surprised as I am that I'm actually willing to give him a chance.
"I know, surprising isn't it?" I ask as I walk towards him, a circle forming in the middle of the camp, both goblins and ghouls surrounding us but also giving us some space. "Why don't you save us both some trouble and surrender to me now, I'm perfectly willing to spare you if you swear your loyalty to me, Khath." I offer calmly, smiling at him.
"You've got balls, whatever the fuck you are, but the War Chieftess is gonna rip them off, assuming I leave that much left for her." Khath scoffs, gripping his greatsword in two hands.
"Honestly, think for a moment. Why would I ever come down to your level if there was even the slightest chance you could best me? It takes more than a big sword to take on a Devil I'm afraid." I say, still calm as I smile at him. "If I wanted you dead, I'd have simply ended your life with my magic already."
"Big words, but they're just words. I've seen the magic the Boss's mages throw around, and your little skeleton hands and firebolts are nothing more than parlour tricks in comparison." Khath laughs making me pause.
Hm, maybe he is a bit smarter than I gave him credit for...
Also, that's kinda worrying to hear, guess I need to start planning on how to deal with powerful mages, I doubt this War Chieftess is gonna take this attack lying down.
I kinda hope she doesn't, I want the exp that large battles will bring me.
"As you wish, death it is then." I say simply, my hands transforming as my fingers grow into long, deadly claws.
Natural weapon works on me just as well as it does my abominations after all.
...That actually really hurt, bones aren't meant to move like that, but I refuse to actually show any sign of the admittedly intense pain I just put myself through.
"Death it is." Khath agrees with a feral smile as we stare each other down.
Now, duelling a big pissed off bugbear as a magic caster might seem like a bad idea, but I noticed something in the quest.
It never said I had to win the duel fairly.
Casting Natural Weapon again, I make a far more subtle change to my own body as he tauntingly swirls his blade, despite his best efforts I do spot the hint of worry on his face as he glances down at my newly clawed hands.
He's right to be afraid, if I've done this right then my claws are as sharp as his blade. If I haven't then I might be in a bit of trouble.
Live and learn.
Losing his patience, he rushes forwards trying to catch me off guard with a brutal downward swing, but as I said... I've long since tipped the scales in my favour.
Stepping to the side, I smile as his blade misses me completely, gouging into the ground as he snarls, before he yelps in pain as my clawed hand lashes out at his bare chest.
Hopping backwards, I call on my wings to fly away from his second strike, landing at the edge of the circle even as he screams in pain.
My scratch barely hurt him, but the Blood Boil I cast on him as I did it? I imagine that hurt quite a bit more. The spell fades quickly, but it did its job. I am unharmed, and he just screamed in agony with all his men watching.
Already nervous looks pass between the goblins, a couple have tried to flee while everyone is distracted but my naga have put a stop to that as they cut down anyone who tries to leave the camp.
I highly doubt future camps will be this easy to take by surprise, but I can appreciate an easy fight after being cockblocked by ghosts for so long.
Like I said, I've learnt a few new tricks and casting through specific parts of my body is one of them, it takes a bit of practice to get the timing down but it is certainly effective.
As he lets out a furious roar and charges me, I quickly cast my next spell and rush forwards myself, hiding my frown at the unpleasant feeling moving through my hand as I reach for his swinging blade.
This was either genius or an incredibly stupid idea, time to find out which.
- Khath -
He'd underestimated the trickiness of this so called devil, he was clearly some kind of caster but he was fast, and surprisingly strong despite his lanky frame.
As his blade clashed with the devils hand, his eyes widened as he felt the shock-wave move up his arm as the steel smashed against the now gray skin, failing to cut into the stone-like hand.
Glaring at the smirking devil, even as his other hand reached forwards and gripped his arm, the claws digging into his flesh, he quickly realised he had been played for a fool.
His cleave could ordinarily shatter stone, but his blade was sluggish in his hand... it had been since he first cut down the mad orc.
Poison? Maybe, he had drunk his fill tonight, if he had gotten someone passed his lookouts they could have drugged the food and grog, it would explain why some of his men had just lost their minds.
"Your tricks won't work against the Chieftess, hell-spawn." Khath spat making the devil smile.
"Really? But I have so many of them... like this for instance." the devil trailed off, before he spat a glob of spit onto his face, directly into his eye.
The pain he had felt from the earlier scratch was amongst the worst he had every felt, it was like the very blood in his body was trying to claw its way out... but it was almost pleasant in comparison to the feeling of the spit melting through his eye, his vision blurring as he lost sight in one eye.
When his vision came back into focus, his remaining eye locked onto the smirking devil as he jumped back, snarling as he dislodged the claws from his arm.
His arm that immediately fell limp, ignoring his commands.
"Any final words to your minions?" the devil asked, utterly unharmed as his stony fist turned back to flesh, a smug smile on his face.
"FOR THE WARCHIE-"
As a firebolt shot from the extended hand of the devil, his cry was cut off as his fur caught alight.
As his body started to burn, the only comfort he had was the knowledge that the smug bastards victory would be short-lived.
- Kuro -
Oddly enough, burning Bugbear smells better than normal Bugbear.
Honestly, this battle was over from the moment he didn't realise he had triggered my Curse of Enfeeblement, his strength, his only real advantage, was growing weaker with every passing second and he realised it far too late.
Calcifying myself was a risk, but the stone that Calcify turns flesh into is far stronger than regular rock, and with the Bugbears strength draining I was confident I could block his blade.
The acidic spit was an idea I got from watching my nagas use their own poison spit. Is there going to be long term side effects from giving myself a acid sac?
Quite possibly, but I have done almost exactly the same to my nagas with no consequences. If I refuse to use my flesh crafting on myself then I am neglecting its potential, the potential to make myself into a living weapon.
The only difference between the poison sacs I gave my nagas and the acidic sac I gave myself is what it produces, and I made sure to carefully study different samples of acid my smuggler friend got me.
I have to give the dude credit, I show up with solid gold and say go find me a rhinoceros, a chameleon and some powerful acids and he doesn't even pause to ask me what the hell I'm doing with all the shit he gets me.
As he falls to the floor, I pause for a moment to sigh as I realise that I just wasted some perfectly good Fleshcrafting resources before I look around the remaining goblins.
There's less than half left, around fifty or so from a quick estimate, and they seem rather nervous.
I wonder why?
Now, what to do with this lot?
- Miza -
As Lezea went to take a step forwards, she quickly reacted by grabbing her and pulling her back before she could get herself killed.
Khath was a bastard, but he was a strong bastard, it was why he was the one in charge after all. The horde ran on a might makes right mindset, and right now the new guy had all the might.
Even if he didn't have his twisted creatures watching them, and the snake ladies waiting for him to give the word to wipe them out, he beat Khath without them.
Which meant she was absolutely not fighting him, and she wasn't gonna let Lezea throw her life away stupidly.
As one of the other goblin barbarians went to charge the frankly bored looking man, she decided now was her time to act.
Moving forwards herself, she got behind the goblin as he was about to charge and shanked him in the back, repeatedly as everyone turned to her.
The first rule of being a goblin, do whatever the fuck it took to survive.
"Oh?" the human asked, curiosity in his eyes as he looked at her standing over the corpse of the meat-headed idiot (or the maybe human? He looked like a human but that didn't mean much, vampires looked human a lot of the time as well after all).
"Err, hey? Thought I'd make a good first impression with the new boss, never liked him anyway." Miza said as she sheathed her dagger.
"Miza?! What in the hells are you doing?" Lezea shouted, pushing through the crowd, her axe still in her hand.
"He fought the boss, he won, so he's the boss now. It's how things work around here, remember?" Miza said unapologetically, giving her friend a warning look even as she turned her glare to the still amused man. "You got a name, boss? Or do you just prefer Boss? Chief? Milord? Master?"
"Kuro. Kuro Dantalion, a Devil Lord, to be exact. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miza was it? As your friend said, I am here to tell you all that you are... under new management, I have taken command of this encampment and if any of you do not wish to serve me and would like to leave, I suggest you do so now." Kuro said, his tone far too silky as he looked over the gathered goblins.
As Lezea glanced at the exit to the camp, Miza quickly shook her head. She knew a trap when she heard one.
As several of the goblins made a break for the gate, her worry was proven correct as they reached the threshold, arrows raining down on them the second they passed through the gate.
Those that hadn't reached the gate yet froze in place, staring up at the glaring eyes of the snake women in fear.
"Now, for those who have remained here, I can only assume you are willing to serve me and renounce their servitude to this... Mazoga." Kuro continued, smiling at them calmly as his twisted humanoids gathered behind him, glaring at them challengingly.
She had to give Kuro credit, he knew how to get through to her kind as the remaining goblins practically fell over themselves to abandon the War Chieftess and swear their loyalty to him.
The orcs would have been far harder to convince, and that was probably why they all had poisoned arrows sticking out of them.
Glaring at Lezea, they had a silent conversation as she tried to convince her friend to do the smart thing for once.
With most of the goblins grovelling for their lives, it was no surprise that Lezea ended up getting his attention as she remained standing, her weapon gripped tightly.
"Is there a problem, goblin?" Kuro asked, looking over the other goblins to stare at Lezea as she glared at him.
"The War Chieftess won't let you get away with this, and I'm no traitor." Lezea growled as she got into a battle ready stance, even as Miza facepalmed.
"Oh I'm sure she won't, I'm even counting on it... but if that is your decision-" Kuro said, raising his hand towards Lezea before Miza moved between them, one last card to play.
"Boss, you shouldn't kill her... her big sister is one of Mazoga's commanders, she's more useful to you alive." Miza said quickly, a gasp of betrayal coming from behind her.
"Oh really? Well, isn't that interesting..." Kuro drawled, even as Lezea pushed passed her and charged him.
Her fear of watching her only friend be cut down by poisoned arrows didn't come to pass as Kuro simply sidestepped Lezea's wild swing, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Lezea was decently strong, especially for a goblin... but she was still weak enough that she'd ended up in this middle of nowhere camp, and it was no real surprise when she simply collapsed under the devils magic.
Captured and used as a bargaining tool was better than dead, even if Lezea probably wouldn't see it that way.
It was hard being a smart goblin.
- Kuro -
Looking down at the surprisingly cute helpful goblin, she stares back at me nervously with large violet eyes barely hidden by her hood. I like this one.
...She has slits cut into her hood for her large light green ears to poke out of, and that's actually kinda adorable.
"Right, consider this your first order." I say, looking over the gathered goblins as they look up at me. "Gather the dead, pile them up outside the camp. This place is a mess." I say scoldingly, looking over the camp with disapproval. "Gather their belongings in a pile in the middle of the camp."
I have expensive tastes, and this place doesn't quite meet it.
"Not you." I say as... Miza goes to help move the bodies, eager to be helpful. She seems like the smartest of the survivors and I need information. "You stay with me, Ghoul pick up... hmm, what is this ones name?" I ask my new goblin assistant as my first and favourite ghoul picks up the paralysed goblin.
"Lezea, boss." Miza says quickly, barely worry on her face as she looks at her... I'm guessing friend? Miza didn't give a shit about backstabbing the other aggressive goblin, so her concern for Lezea is clearly a special case.
"And who exactly is her sister?" I ask, staring down at the tiny goblin, I'd guess somewhere in the three foot range as she barely reaches my waist.
Quite the difference from the giant bugbear the goblins are dragging away, taking several of them just to move him.
"Axa, she's a... tinkerer I guess? She makes things for the War Chieftess, machines and the like." Miza says quickly as I look around the camp, before picking my destination.
There were cages in the biggest tent, they'll work for keeping my bartering chip.
Entering the tent with my ghoul and Miza following behind, I take a moment to a closer look at the human woman, my line of sight no longer broken by the rutting of a massive hairy body.
"And who exactly is this?" I ask Miza as I stare at the captive woman.
I was expecting a broken and terrified slave to be honest, but as I look down at the pale face of the unfortunate woman I realise my mistake.
Her skin is snow-white, with the exception of the black warpaint she has over her eyes, and the scars and cuts littering her naked body. They seem fairly fresh, but the most recent injury is clearly around her wrists from where she was just trying to force her hands through the very tightly bound shackles.
"Dunno her name, Khath and the others raided the Wildlings a couple of weeks back and they brought her home with them as a trophy, the old boss liked human girls, especially ones who put up a fight." Miza explained even as the chained up woman glared at us fiercely with a rather intense pair of gray eyes.
Looking over her naked body, I confirm a few things... one, her scars aren't all recent and some of them seem downright ancient and two... she has far more muscle tone than some captured villager would have. She's a fighter, even if she isn't a complete wall of muscle.
I do believe I've found a Nord woman, especially if the human sized fur and leather clothing and pair of hand axes just laying on the floor, just out of her reach, are anything to go by.
"And where exactly are these Wildlings located? How soon should I expect a horde of them coming to repay the favour?" I ask making Miza pause.
"Well, you have to go through the portals to get to their realm, and this camp doesn't really get raided that often, nothing worth looting I guess." Miza says as our... guest spits at my feet.
"My kin will come for me, and being a human won't save you. That bitch Mazoga and all her minions are gonna feel the wrath of the winter, you limp dicked cunt." she snarls at me as I pause.
"Well, I'm sure that will be rather unpleasant for them, but I do not serve Mazoga... just a third-party that decided to grab some real estate in this little forest. This camp, and everything in it, is mine now... as proven by the fact that the old leader is currently lying in a pile of corpses." I reply calmly, uncaring even as I find the keys to the cages, just sitting in a bowl.
Opening one of the cages up, I have my ghoul toss Lezea in it and lock it again.
"You ain't part of the horde? Then who the fuck are you? Who do you serve?" she asks, pausing as she glares at Miza before giving my ghoul a stare.
"In order, no, I am not a part of the horde. I am Lord Kuro Dantalion, a Devil, and I serve no-one but I am in the process of... making my own faction." I answer easily enough. "And who exactly are you?"
"...Bryria Alisdottir, a Wildling huntress. If you ain't a part of Mazoga's men, unchain me already, hell-spawn." she orders, making me frown. I don't like being told what to do, even if insult mean nothing to me.
"You are in now position to make demands of me, Bryria, and unfortunately you won't be going anywhere." I say, almost apologetically.
Right now, I need information, so I'm not going to set her loose to run back to her people. She's my source of information on her people, and I don't intend to give that up.
At the end of the day, if I want to truly consider conquering dungeons, I'm going to need every edge I can get, even as she snarls at me, her situation doing nothing to help her temper.
"I'm warning you, devil-spawn, try it and I'll bite your shrivelled cock off. Let me go or my people will wipe out your pathetic new faction before Mazoga even has a chance to slaughter you for taking her camp." Bryria threatens as I pause. Clearly she mistook the curiosity in my eyes for lust, well... it's not like there wasn't any lust but that's not the point. I've been kinda horny this whole time thanks to Grayfia.
I might not have that much information... but I do have a working brain and a set of functioning eyes.
"Hmm, allow me to point out why you're full of shit. Firstly, if you were so important to your people then there would have been an attempt to rescue you in the... two weeks you've been a captive, instead you have been left here with no rescue in sight. I doubt your people are the type to sit around and plan after all. You have likely been written off as dead, or just not important enough to warrant a rescue." I point out, watching her pause as she flinches ever so slightly. "Secondly, your claim that you'll bite off my manhood... these claims would be far more believable if you didn't have some Bugbear seed on your chin, and even more leaking out of your ass and pussy. You've spent two weeks here spreading your legs for a Bugbear, and you expect me to believe that you'd fight back if I decided to take you?" I ask condescendingly as I shake my head in amusement. "Besides, I'd have to have you bathed a dozen times before I was willing to touch you, I am not interested in a Bugbears sloppy seconds." I say calmly, opening the second cage up.
Walking towards her, even as she backs up away from me, I simply reach down and grab her shoulder, casting Inflict Paralysis again.
She seems fairly strong, but two weeks of abuse while likely not eating or drinking properly has left her body weak, even if her spirit is still willing to fight, and she falls limp quickly enough as I undo the chains and move her into the cage, careful not to touch the cum covering her body.
Locking that cage as well, I take a moment to look around the tent with a frown.
It's not that I am not willing to use a tent, especially if I'm going to be spending any decent amount of time in this place... but I have standards.
"Ghoul, grab... literally everything except the chest and the cages and pile it up outside." I order as I sniff the air, shivering slightly. "Miza, wait outside my tent."
Opening a portal to my lab, I send another few ghouls through it with some very important orders.
Get me some better furniture from the castle.
Even the cheapest crap we use for the slave quarters is better than a cum stained bedroll used by a bugbear.
As my ghoul gets to work stripping the place, I take a moment to finally check the notification I got when I won my... duel.
Dungeon Quest
[The Greenskin Encampment]
[x] Objective 1: Destroy the Goblin Camp
Reward: Common Greenskin Lootbox x2
[x] Objective 2: Slay the Bugbear Chief
Reward: Uncommon Greenskin Lootbox x1
[x] Optional Objective: Subjugate the Encampment instead of Destroying it
Reward: Rare Greenskin Lootbox x 1, Territory Conquered
[x] Optional Objective: Defeat the Bugbear Chief in a Duel
Reward: Uncommon Greenskin Lootbox x1, EXP Boost
[ ] Hidden Objective: Assassinate the Bugbear Chief without being spotted
[ ] Hidden Objective: Free the Wildling Captive and have her kill the Bugbear Chief instead
Lootboxes... oh no.
I think I just felt the soul of my wallet just scream.
Oh wait no, that was just Izan.
Wait, why is Izan dead?
...well, deader.
I... I'll summon him back in a minute, I need his advice anyway.
But first, my experience... the whole reason I came here.
Kuro Dantalion, the Lord of House Dantalion
Race – Devil
Level – 28 (07%)
Alignment – Neutral Evil
Mentor – None
Apprentice – None
HP – 2000 [400 regen per five minutes]
MP – 4000 [400 regen per minute]
SP – 2000 [400 regen per minute]
STR – 10 (x10) = 100
END – 20 (x10) = 200
DEX – 10 (x10) = 100
INT – 40 (x10) = 400
WIS – 20 (x10) = 200
CHA – 25 (x20) = 500
LCK – 20 (x15) = 300
Stats – 65
Okay, on one hand... fuck yes.
On the other hand... WHY IS RIAS SO LOW LEVEL?!
I am nine levels lower than Rias already.
How does someone train all their life and have so little to show for it?
Taking a moment to think about it, I put allocate my stats where I think they'll do the most good.
STR – 20 (x10) = 200
END – 20 (x10) = 200
DEX – 20 (x10) = 200
INT – 60 (x10) = 600
WIS – 40 (x10) = 400
CHA – 30 (x20) = 600
LCK – 20 (x15) = 300
I do like being fairly well rounded, and frankly I did enjoy fighting the Bugbear whose name I have already forgotten, doubling my strength and dexterity can only help out in the long run.
The rest should be obvious, charisma to help with the people who won't leave me alone and a load in intelligence and wisdom because I like magic... a lot.
Stat Perk Earned
[Speed Reader] – INT [50]
You excel at reading the written word, reading entire novel in the time it takes lesser readers to skim through a comic.
Well, that's... actually fairly useful considering how much time I am going to have to spend reading Grimoires, and the knowledge that I can get perks from hitting certain stat milestones is good to know.
Moving on, I have Lootboxes to open first, starting with the common ones.
Potion of Healing (Common Potion) x 2
Potion of Mana (Common Potion) x 1
Topaz (Common Gemstone) x 1
Ruby (Uncommon Gemstone) x 1
Isis, why do I find so many Gemstones?
Because it would be a waste for you to get crafting mats you can't use, so I lock most of them away until you have the skills to actually put them to use, Master.
Have I mentioned how much I appreciate you today?
(ᵔᴥᵔ)
Moving onto the uncommon boxes, I take a moment to send my hatred towards Gacha game designers with their insistence of making you draw actual trash you can't use.
Bloodstone (Uncommon Gemstone) x 2
Dreadstone (Rare Gemstone) x 1
[The Shrouded Hood]
[Amulet of Maglubiyet]
Well hello there...
[The Shrouded Hood]
A hood made of silk enchanted with shadow magic, causing it to obscure the wearers face in darkness. The magic imbued in this hood also obscures the wearer to most forms of scrying magic.
[Amulet of Maglubiyet]
A cold iron amulet shaped like an axe, it's blade stained in long-dried blood. The wearer of this amulet commands the respect of Goblins and Hobgoblins. You lack the magical knowledge to discern the powers of this amulet.
As I equip my new hood, leaving it down for now, I can't help but shake the weird feeling that Isis is spoiling me.
I won't put the amulet on, not just yet... I've played enough games to know that equipping mysterious artifacts that may or may not be connected to a god isn't a good idea.
(¬‿¬)
Last Lootbox... the rare one.
Shadowruby (Legendary Gemstone) x 1
[Robes of the Lolth-Sworn]
As the deep black and purple robes appear, I have to take a moment to remind myself that putting on mysterious magical items connected to a god, especially one like fucking Lolth, is a really bad idea.
Even as I hold the incredibly soft robe in my hand.
[Robes of the Lolth-Sworn]
Made with spider-silk from Lolth herself, this robe has divinity in every thread. You lack the magical knowledge to discern the powers of this robe.
Nothing good comes from putting this on, no matter how wonderful it feels...
As I put the robe away in my inventory, I remind myself that for the third time.
I will make use of those robes... when I am sure I am not going to be cursed to high hell and back by putting them on, but for now I have other matters to attend to.
Casting Speak with the Dead again, I reach out and grab a hold of Grandfathers soul with far greater ease now that I am familiar with his presence, it is rather... unmistakable.
"About fucking time brat, we need to talk!" Izan says the moment he forms, even as I stare at him.
"Obviously, how the fuck did you end up double dead in the short amount of time I've been gone? Did you peek on Grayfia? How the fuck does a ghost end up getting itself killed?!" I ask in annoyance as he scoffs.
"Cause you forgot to mention the fucking naked ghost bitch running around your house with a fucking ghost-sword!" Izan countered making me pause, staring at him. "Err... it was your ghost bitch right, cause if not you have a bit of a problem."
"...start from the beginning."
"Fine, I was exploring the place since I was bored and you'd fucked off somewhere, then all of a sudden a ghost girl covered in some bandages and nothing else flew through the walls screeching like a lunatic. Before I could even say anything, the crazy bitch pulled a ghost blade out of her body and stabbed me with it... and that's not exactly unusual, Levi did worse to me when she caught me taking Lilith to pound-town and frankly I was willing to put our differences aside since she was the first woman I met who I could actually touch since my death and I was willing to lower my standards and ignore the whole... slashed to pieces thing if it meant getting my dick wet again, but then she cut my head off. Why the fuck didn't you give me a ghost sword?" Izan asked angrily as I paused.
My house is haunted.
Of course my house is fucking haunted.
I am so sick of ghosts.
"First of all, I wouldn't trust you with a ghost butter knife, and second of all... stop being a lil bitch, I brought you back didn't you? I'm sure Michael did worse to you before." I counter making him pause.
"Well, yeah... he kinda disintegrated my head with one of his light spears, but that was over so quickly I barely felt it. He was kinda pissed off over the whole molesting his sister thing, would have been fucking hilarious if he fell from his anger but I guess Big G gave him a pass." Izan said with a shrug. "Also, someone's been having a party... what the fuck is that green midget?" he asks, floating towards the cells as he stares at Bryria's naked body.
"A goblin, it's a long story... Look, I will look into half-naked ghost ladies when I get home... but it's time for you to do what I called you back from the void for, I kinda conquered this camp and now I need this place warded to high-hell before the owner comes to get it back. Also, I might have declared war on some Vikings or something, still not sure about that one." I admit as he stares at me before he bursts out laughing as we walk out of the tent, looking around the camp.
"Ahh, that's the old Dantalion luck. It ain't a good day if you haven't started a war with someone, but if you wanna make... this place into somewhere you can actually defend, we have a lot of work to do." Izan says, a serious look appearing on his face for the first time as I bring out the gemstones. "Well, well... someone was prepared, guess it's time for your first lesson. First things first, forget everything the cumstain tried to teach you, he was wrong anyway."
- Later -
"Boy! Why have you stopped carving!?" Izan yells, glaring at me as I lay my head down on the desk my ghoul brought to the tent.
"BECAUSE WE USED EVERY SINGLE GEM I HAD." I growl back, glaring at the spectral asshole. "Because somebody thought it'd be funny to lock the Dantalion Warding Supplies behind a fucking Master level ward with no easy way of dismantling it."
I have one gem left, the Shadowruby... my one and only legendary gem that I am not using until I am 100% sure that it won't be wasted. I even wasted my Dreadstones, though I did manage to make two Rare wardstones out of the four Dreadstones.
I accidentally destroyed two of them much to Izan's mockery, but with his... admittedly brilliant guidance I managed to make the rare Wardstones.
Mentor Unlocked
[Izan Dantalion]
Subjects: Wardcrafting, Wardstone Crafting, Sexual Arts
"Well excuse me for having the faintest hope that maybe, just maybe, one of my family would actually be competent." Izan scoffs back.
"How were they supposed to get better at Wardcrafting... with the Wardcrafting supplies locked away?"
"Breaking wards is fucking childs play, it should have been easy, a months work at the very most even for a dumbass." Izan explains as I realise just why my father hated learning from Izan.
He is an unparalleled genius, one who wards as easily as he breathes... and he just doesn't understand why other people don't understand wards as well as he does. If you don't understand things as quickly as he did, you're an idiot and not worth his time.
Unfortunately for him, his time will be spent however I say it will be spent cause he's fucking dead and we came to an agreement quickly.
He keeps teaching me and he doesn't get thrown back to super-hell.
But, my work here is done...
"Izan, go bother someone else for a while." I order, watching as he glowers before floating off. He doesn't like taking orders, but he likes super hell even worse.
The camp isn't that big, and while it might have been a waste of one of my rare wardstones, it is now warded to the best of my current abilities...
I have several interlocking wards covering the camp and the surrounding forest... firstly, my detection and surveillance ward combination that is becoming my go to ward set. Learning how to tie individual goblins into it without accidentally giving a pass to every goblin was harder than I expected but I seem to have gotten the hang of it.
Izan thinks it is right at least.
If anyone except my abominations and the goblins that have sworn their loyalty to me enter the boundaries, I will know about it.
Which immediately became a problem because every bird and large bug that fly through the boundary sent a warning directly to my brain. After laughing at me for a while, Izan agreed to teach me how to fix that fuck up and even taught me a ward to repel insects.
He's still a bastard though.
Next, the undead and spirit wards, to repel undead and ghosts away from the camp... does this place have undead? Maybe. I don't know and I don't want to come back to find more fucking ghosts.
I have had my fill of spirits.
And then my favourite... the Necrotic ward. If anyone tries to enter the camp without being on the... whitelist, the ward will constantly zap them with necrotic magic.
It doesn't do a lot of damage, but it is non-stop and it should get the message across that I don't want any outsiders here.
There's also a privacy ward set on the cages, which allows me to basically stop my two prisoners from actually seeing or hearing anything that is going on outside their cage until I decide otherwise.
And another privacy ward on my tent to stop the sounds, and more importantly smell, of a camp full of goblins.
All in all, this place is almost defensible now... I have thirty-two goblins, ten nagas and fifteen ghouls all gathered in this camp, and with the wards this place is almost safe to use as a staging grounds... for what you may ask?
Dungeon Quest
[Conquer the Greenskin Dungeon]
Objective 1: Subjugate Every Stronghold in the Greenskin Dungeon
Objective 2: Defeat or Turn the Generals of War Chieftess Mazoga
Objective 3: Defeat or Enslave War Chieftess Mazoga
Hidden Objectives: ?
I have no idea how long it will take, I have no idea how strong this Mazoga will end up being... but I want the exp anyway, I might as well conquer the place while I do so. Right now I am the Lord of a family of One, with a few slaves and a dozen more abominations... but to be the lord of this entire realm?
Well, I'm keeping my options open.
Because I have learnt a very simple thing about myself recently.
"You wanted to see me, Boss?" Miza asks as she enters, looking around the tent with wide eyes.
I really like being treated with respect.
I have heavily transformed the tent from when she was here earlier, the almost Victorian furniture my ghouls brought from home helped a lot. I'll buy some more when I get home, clearly I'm going to need it.
The hard part was putting in the wooden floor, but I have ghouls for that kind of manual labour. Who is gonna miss a few trees anyway?
Sitting on the comfy couch, I stare at the slightly nervous blonde goblin.
"I did, Miza. Call it curiosity, but what exactly do you do?" I ask making her pause. "Most of the goblins here are hunters, with some lumberjacks and a cook but not you. You're clearly smarter than the rest of your kind, so what exactly do you do?"
"I was a scout, Boss. Lots of exploring the forest mostly, got pretty good at it but now? I'm whatever you want me to be. You're the chief so you decide what everyone does now." Miza says quickly, glancing at the cages.
"Just like that?" I ask, amused despite myself.
"Imma be real with you, Boss, I just wanna live and staying on your good side seems like my best option. You tell me I'm a cook now, I'll go grab an apron. You want me to go hunt, I'll take a bow and go look for a deer, probably won't catch shit but I'll give it my best. You tell me I'm your cocksleeve?, well it's gonna be a tight fit but us goblins are surprisingly stretchy so I'm sure we can make it work. I'm a goblin, and two things you need to know about goblins is that we are absolute cowards, and we always end up taking orders from something bigger and stronger than us." Miza admits with a shrug, no shame at her cowardice.
"Your friend, and yes I do know that she is your friend, doesn't seem to share your mindset." I point out making Miza frown.
"Lezea's a barbarian, and all barbarians have been hit on the head too many times to think straight. They don't really think further than find enemy, hit enemy. It's why they usually end up dead real quick." Miza says quickly.
"Hmm, good to know. Don't worry, as long as she doesn't prove... too troublesome, I won't kill your friend, even if I have to punish her." I promise making her scoff.
"Look, I know my friend... you are absolutely going to have to punish her and chances are she'll be as hard to discipline as a pissed off starving warg. I care for Lezea, but she's always been hot-headed." Miza admits.
"Good to know, but enough about here... and more about you. So, you'll do whatever I want you to, right?" I ask, smirking at her as she nods at me quickly.
"You're the Boss, and since Mazoga would rip my heads off for betraying her even only temporarily, I'm kinda stuck with you."
"I see, and what was that you said about being my cocksleeve again?"
- Izan -
Go somewhere else Izan, stop insulting me Izan, teach me stupidly simple things Izan.
Kuro was a massive improvement over Iaxes, but he was still a whiny brat... but he was also a whiny brat who could back up his whining with the threat of hell which gave his complaints a lot more weight.
He was almost proud of how easily Kuro wielded the threat of tossing his grandfather back to an eternity of torture, and absolutely meant it, but it was still annoying.
And to make it worse, the fucking brat was probably pounding some goblin pussy right now and he'd been sent away like a pet cat getting thrown out of the bedroom because it was ruining the mood.
What the fuck were goblins anyway?
Bored, annoyed and horny as he flew around the camp, unable to leave the camp walls thanks to the ward aimed at spirits (where was that when a crazy ghost bitch was cutting off his head?), there was no way his admittedly feeble self-control could stop his curiosity as he flew over one of the small tents, hearing all too familiar sounds.
Flesh slapping against flesh joined by grunts and moans.
Being a ghost was annoying, but it had its advantages and putting them to use he focused and made his body stop glowing as he became almost invisible, just a translucent shimmer in the night sky. He was a genius, dead or alive, and working out the limits of his ghostly powers had been his first goal...
Flying through the tent roof, he smirked as he found exactly what he was looking for.
Goblin males were repulsive to be honest, flat faced little midgets... but the woman? The green skinned shortstacks were far hotter than they had any right to be with their curvy bodies and he could understand his grandsons decision to conquer them so he could make them his slave race, forcing the men into slave labour and the women into sexual servitude.
It was what he would have done if he found them first after all.
He absolutely should have done that to the angels, and the fallen angels... and the youkai and vampires.
But he was getting distracted, looking back down at the bedroll, he cursed the world and Big G especially for the injustice as he watched the ugly midget rut into a cute light green girl with fiery red hair, the girl on her hands and knees as she smirked back at him as he pounded her fat ass. That thing could get laid but he was stuck as a voyeur?
Spotting a small pouch of gold coins laying on the bedroll, he quickly realised that things hadn't changed that much. Ugly guys needed affection too, but they had to pay for it.
But it just wasn't fair!
He was Izan Fucking Dantalion, the Devil who cucked Lucifer and got away with it! The Devil who knocked up Leviathan and got her so addicted to his dick she let him do basically anything to her if it meant he'd dick her down more. He was so badass Big G himself had to save his precious Arch-Angels and now he was reduced to this?!
NO!
With a roar, he flew forwards towards the male goblin, feeling something deep within him change as he entered the tiny green body.
Immediately, his eyes widened in pure joy as for the first time in thousands of years he felt something other than pain, even the cold night air was a blessing, the smell of burnt meat and unwashed bodies a definite upgrade from sulfur but the best part?
With a guttural roar, he slammed his hips forwards, indulging in the feeling of his dick slamming into a tight wet pussy for the first time in forever (well, not his but whatever).
He wasn't even ashamed when he immediately burst, a weak spurt of cum flooding the goblin girls cunt.
Bursting out laughing, even as the whore stared at him unimpressed, he cackled to himself as he started making plans.
Lock up your women, Underworld, Izan Dantalion was back and hornier than ever!
"You paid for one round, ain't my fault you're a quick shot. Get off me already."
Wait, what?
- Kuro -
Through a baffling amount of personal willpower, the Ghost Izan Dantalion has evolved into a Spirit, gaining the ability to possess weaker willed living creatures.
...Fucking what?
I... I don't even know how he did it.
- Bonus Scene - War Chieftess Mazoga -
Listening to the scouts reports, Mazoga leaned back in her throne with a fierce scowl.
The camp that had been taken from them was mostly worthless, it was in the middle of nowhere and filled with weaklings, even its leader was one of her weakest officers. The only thing it provided was timber and some less valuable ores from the nearby mine.
But the fact that someone had taken one of her camps, mere days after she took the position of War Chieftess was an insult, a slap to her face and a blow to her reputation.
Already the other realms were trying to test her defences, the Wildlings had already tried a retaliatory raid against the keep Ghorza ruled, but her necromancy had driven them off, and Axa had reported that the vampires had tried to raid her base.
She almost pitied the poor bloodsuckers, as Axa may be... completely insane, she was also a genius 'tinkerer' and her creations sometimes even scared Mazoga, not that she would ever admit it. The fact that her sister was currently missing had made Axa more unhinged than ever.
She didn't know who this new invader was, but they had managed to do something that she absolutely could not allowed... they had claimed a part of her realm as their territory.
This could not stand.
"Iymrae, time to earn your keep." she barked out at the shadows behind her throne, watching the dark gray skinned Drow slink out of the shadows, a scheming smile on her face. "Find out who leads these invaders, then kill them. I don't care how."
She was surprising good at hiding for someone with bright white hair.
"If that is your wish, but perhaps you are being a bit... hasty, Lady Mazoga?" Iymrae stated, her tone a mixture of subservient and condescending.
Accepting the Drow into her ranks had been a blessing and a curse, no-one knew assassination and scheming like a Drow, but she knew the woman schemed against her as much as she did for her.
"And why is that exactly?"
"You heard the reports, strange creatures under the control of a single caster and a mysterious barrier around the camp... two forms of magic unknown to us." Iymrae pointed out patronisingly, looking at her with amused silver eyes. "Do you not see the benefits of learning whatever magic this invader is using? It is far too rash to simply kill them and waste this opportunity."
"...capture them then, but either way this cannot be allowed to stand." Mazoga growled, glaring at the smirking Drow.
She hated the smug bitch, but she hated that she was right even more.
"Of course, my lady... I'm so glad you saw the wisdom in listening to me, I'll have my best infiltrator track down the leader of this little invasion and have then in the dungeons no time, I assure you... give me a week with them and they'll happily spill their every secret to me." Iymrea said, her tone seductive as she stroked the black leather whip hanging from her belt.
"...just go away, I am not in the mood to deal with you today."
Fucking Drows.