WARNING: REALLY DISTURBING THEMES, NOT A NECESSARY CHAPTER TO READ. I WILL BRIEFLY EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED IN THE COMING CHAPTERS IF THE CONTEXT FROM THIS CHAPTER IS EVER REQUIRED!
While the heroes wasted their days preparing for the monsters to come and greet them at their gates, the army that mostly comprised of goblins, kobolds, and orcs had made their camp far from the city, yet close enough that once their march begins, everything in its path will be devastated.
Having taken numerous smaller settlements as prisoners, they were feeding on their flesh while also breeding the women. The orcs gorged on the fats, the kobolds on the livers, and the goblins preferred wild sex over stuffing their bellies with the prisoners. Alas, the rest of the smaller tribes took to the meat, whether rotting or living.
One such unfortunate mother awoke to the monster's cackling. Her vision was bloodshot, and her head felt sticky from her blood having dried between her hair. Reaching for her temples, a sharp pain made her hiss. Focusing down instead, she noticed her legs twisted the wrong way, with one of her feet missing.
Dazed in mind, she thought little of the abnormality and instead glanced further ahead to a raging fire in the dark. Surrounding it were beasts and a bunch of humans. Both men and women, as well as the monster, were feasting on flesh and dancing their hips to the rhythm of a drum.
The empty moans of broken humans–forced to fuck their loved ones while devouring their young-pierced the mother's heart, but it wasn't until she heard a scream that her mind fully grasped the severity of the situation. Following the scream, her eyes landed on a live woman being carried by a bunch of orcs on a stick.
"L-let me go! LET ME GOO! PLEASEEE!!!" Her cries fell on deaf ears as she was tossed into the flame and was being buried under burning coal. Her thrashing sent burning sparks everywhere, and her screams chilled the mother to her core, but the worst came last as one of the monsters spoke.
"Stuff with herb, tastes better, her and her baby!" The orcs' mouths salivated at the thought, and without wasting a second, they went off to fetch the herbs. The mere thought of being stuffed alive with herbs, and that too while a baby was inside of her…
'I-I… I need to get away from here!!' Trying to lift herself with her hands, she struggled to move even a finger. Her legs were of no use either, and as her gaze turned downwards, she was hit with another haunting realization. 'n-no-NOO!! NOOO!!'
Her belly was slit open, with her guts all spilling out of the stretched wound. Inside her pulsing flesh, she saw burning the thing that would've made her a mother. Lifeless and cold, surrounded by burnt ash and uncooked gore.
"Oi, how long until that stuff wears off this bitch?" Overhearing a furry Kobold talking next to her, she lifted her head to look at him. Surrounded by many others like him, she was in the middle of an arching fire, left to roast alongside the rest of her family members. Her flesh, however, at least the upper half, was left intact for the goblins to use later.
"A few more minutes and she should start feeling things again," answered another kobold, chomping on the human feet that belonged to the woman in question. "Those bastards like to hear the women scream, so let's finish the meal quickly."
'Wh-what's going on?'
"Gah, I wanna fuck a human gal too from time to time. But their bodies break the moment you get a little rough."
"I keep telling you to retract your claws, you idiot!"
"Not my fault, they come out when I'm excited!"
"SHUT UP! IT'S LOUD ENOUGH AS IS!"
While the beasts raged against each other, the woman's senses slowly began to return. But after what she'd seen, nothing made sense to her, and her mind plucked her ability to comprehend what was happening for her own good. The hurt remained, and she cried through it, but upon being added to the pile of humans feasting on their own and fucking their captors out of insanity, she let out hollow moans and devoured her own unborn child.
In a flit of a moment, it was over. Her life came to an end, but her body was far from wasted. Every inch of her was consumed after such thorough use that what little integrity her flesh retained was battered into mince without the use of a blade or a butcher's hammer.
Like all parties, however, the feast came to an end. Abrupt as it was, the monster did not mind it. They were tired from the constant indulgence, and since the humans were all dead, the only ones to talk with were each other–and that was the last thing they wanted.
"What do we have here?" Walking into their party ground–the middle of the forest, a four-horned masked man clapped his hand to get everyone's attention. "Fed and tired are we?"
Standing by a flame, his blank white mask shone sinisterly by the orange flames. It took a moment for the monsters to realize that he was there, but as soon as word got around, the goblins, the kobolds, the orcs, and everyone else jumped to their feet and recoiled as far away from him as possible.
"I give you food, I provide you with warm bodies, but I don't remember offering you any bed, so why are you all sleeping?" Though the mask obscured his smirk, the monsters could sense it. He was their wretched master–at least the one they had the luxury of meeting. "Oh well, I suppose it was time to end your servitude anyway."
'What?!' That one word echoed in the minds of the monsters, but the next thing they knew was the cold clench of oblivion. Their bodies remained, and so did their bones; however, their souls were stripped to leave them as an empty husk.
"That will do," noticing a bit of movement by his feet, the masked man glanced downwards. "Oh, that's right. These guys were supposed to be making more babies."
It was a woman with a bloated stomach. She was far in the process of birthing.
"H-help me… please?"
"Tsk, sorry, lady. I got enough kids to look after already."
"P-plea–" Before another word left her mouth, the masked, horned man kicked away her body. And while she was left struggling with the pain and grunting and groaning, he walked back into the forest with an army of brain-dead monsters following him blindly.