"WAR!"
screamed Kiha.
Startled, her husband peering into some document or map, looked up.
"WAR!" she screamed again.
"OK, honey, we've won the war." he said with a weak smile. "Theres one more left." Kiha hissed with absolute disgust. "I want you to leave her alive for me, rip out her tail off her spine, chop her cock off, tear her arms out. but leave her alive for me. I wanna look in her eyes! I will take the lamest bluntest knife I can find and drag it across her throat, tearing at her neck as slowly and painfully as I can while looking mother in her eyes. Mother will die by MY HANDS!"
The Hero of Mareth, was raised as a sacrifice. He felt the world of Mareth sizzle in his veins as he entered the portal. This was meant to be his world. And He had taken it upon himself the rid the world of demonic taint. He had ascended from acommon sacrifice to the Goddess Marae's chosen. With her blessing, he had nearly eradicated with demons that plagued this world. He had accumulated several companions on his journey. Chief among them was a psuedo dragonoid. Naked Kiha, she was created by one of Lethice, the demon queen's generals. Given free rein to experiment by the queen in the southern castle, the demon had wished to have real children, and during one such experiment, she had found a few eggs, and experimented on them to create a modifed race of dragonoid amazon warriors.
While most of the brood stayed in the kastle, under their creator, Kiha rebelled. She left. lived alone with the forest and was found the the hero. they had joined forces against the demons. being created by one, experimented upon, Kiha hated demons with a passion, but the one she hated the most, was their creator. She referred the the creator mockingly as mother. She held no love for that word, only disgust, only hated!
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It didnt take long to convince the Hero, it was his duty. The heroic armada swept across Mareth, reaching their destination.
The foul smell of demonic taint was faint, the Hero expected a vehement response from the last stronghold of the demons. The party walked across empty halls.
There were no demons. Kiha hissed in frustration. She was flustered. None of the Hero's divine powers worked. There were no signs of demonic taint. No demons, no war, and no dragonoid amazons.
The party, still wary, spread out. Kiha flew outside around the kastle. The Marethian Hero ascended the largest tower.
The reached the summit, The door to the top chamber was locked from the inside. He pushed against it, He heard scrambling inside. He took a step back and screamed, "THIS IS MARA!" Launching his foot against the sturdy wall of wood, kicked the door, its deadbolt shooting across the room, the hinges snapping away, the door flew a few feet and slammed on the ground.
He felt an uneasy sickness around him. There was a small green light, shielding a small vile creature huddled in the corner. It was emanating the slimy aura. It was not demonic in nature. It was more powerful, stronger, off putting yet magnetic, unpleasent yet attractive. Godly yet unholy.
Activating his own shielding of Divine Might, The Hero, his one hand readying an orb of white light, his right hand pointing the beautiful blades tip at the creature, took a couple of steps toward it.
He remembered the sickly feeling from when he entered the world of Mareth, the crawling of his skin as he traversed the portal from Ingnam to Mareth.
WAIT! the small creature yelled. IM not evil!!! please NO!.
It stood up, the dull green light vanished.
A tall lithe catgirl stood in front of him. She was wielding otherworldly powers, but looked harmless now. Her eyes grew WIDE!
She looked with awe upon the Marethian Hero's stature.
"Are you the one who defeats the devils?" "Please, can you save me?"
"There are no demons here." He said, "No, there arent." "Where are they?" "There havent been any demons here since I came. There were no demons. Only a few warriors. They were very kind to me. Petted me, gave me food, clothes. I stayed in this place. I dont know where to go. The girls told me there were demons outside. None came here. The demons dont come here, the girls, they scared them."
"What were these girls like?" the Hero asked.
"Large, Big, They have scales and wings. They always flew outside. They took me with them a couple of times, it was too scary."
"Where are they now?'
"There is a large flat stone behind the facade, its a portal. It doesnt work, I couldnt get it to work. I ," She hesitated. "The girls all flew through it when it opened a few months ago. They left to be with their mother. I pleaded with them to let me go with them, they said it might not be safe. I have been here all alone since then." "You were not born in Marae, were you?" The Hero asked the catgirl.
Her large cat eyes widened further "HOW DID YOU KNOW !" "I come from another world too, I felt the same icky energy when I came into this room." He stepped closer to her looking around her, "Its fainter now, the portal wasnt open when I came?"
"Huhhh? No, the portal only opened once months ago when the girls left, and well once before when I was captured and kidnapped in my own world and tossed through it."
He sighed and petted the cat between her ears. "I was raised as a sacrifice and was sent through a portal by people in my world." "But thats horrible!"she took a few steps back. "but WHAY? What about your parents?" "They dont know about demons, they were lied to by the village elders." "But you are tainted in other ways, not demonic but you have a power, its other, different."
"I am a priestess, I was scared, I was shielding myself. The power of the gods from my world, it must be different from yours. There are many gods."
"No, I am a wielder of true divinity. Your powers are chaos, untainted, not demonic yet not holy either, They are not gods."
"Maybe not real gods, but for us, they are. we owe our existence to them. They may not be real, divine gods but without them, Savarra would be a barren dead husk. My worlds called Savarra. Sorry sorry, I didnt tell you my name." He smiled, He hadnt either and so he told her his name and his source of power, the Goddess of this Original but fractured realm, Marae.
"Calla, daughter of Randa. High Noble priestess of Mallach!" She extended her hand which the Hero shook. "The mischievous god, of Cats and fertility and sex. And Pleasure. Physical pleasure." She made a morose face as the hero smirked "A GOD, of physical pleasure! AND mischief?!?"
"Why would we question that!?! Thats our culture! And like I SAID! even if these gods are fake not so called true divine? Hell with it. They are out gods. They helped us survive the GODSWAR!" "What is the god's war?" The GODSWAR!, was an invasion of otherworldly forces, from ......... some other world. they destroyed out world, and the gods, who were absent. CAME BACK! TO S A V E ! U S!"
"I see." "They ARE our gods!" "You were there, for this war, what are your powers, what is your position?"
She scoffed "I wasnt there! The GODSWAR! happened like a hundred years ago, Im only 25."
"Well I shall leave you then. I only came to cleanse the demonic taint. You are no demon."
"YOU"RE GONNA LEAVE ME HERE!!!" Calla eyed the Hero with horribly widened eyes.
"This place seems safe in your hands."
"I'm NOT gonna stay here, now that I know there are no demons to be afraid of. I'm going to find a town or a place with people. I'm a mallachite. I'm going insane being alone. I was only doing what the girls told me, NOW, I'm out."
"Ok come down from the tower, I will call the other, introduce you, I think you will have to explain all this again. Especially to Kiha. Shes gonna be so unhappy about missing her chance to kill Kasyrra."
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Having met another being from one of the other worlds, Marae took the former Mallachite Priestess as one of her own. She prospered under the guidance of Marae, and quite literally took up the cudgels of war in her name. The catgirl had come to be known as the Paladin of Marae, standing with the march of the Maraethian forces led by her Hero.
The portals were shut, those on the other side who gained undue advantages by sacrificing innocents, were not only denied but also ignored. They fell into despair as their prayers and pleas went unanswered. So was the fate of the elders of Ingnam as was that of the other worlds. The old derelict kastle, its timed portal, primed to open an year later, as an annual event, was guarded. The Hero had promised Calla, he would not interfere. When it opened, she could return if she so chose. He would not forsake Marae, nor Mareth to hunt down one lame demon. Kiha was given free reign, She could leave, to do exactly that, slaughter her mother. Kiha may not be able to return, and had gained enough knowledge from Calla to live in Savarra. Calla could go home.
The Hero told his new ally, he understood. He was raised to not be beholden to Ingnam, He felt Mareth was his real home, He would stay. Calla could return. He told Kiha he loved her and wanted her to stay, But she had had a life before and He would respect her hate, should she leave for Savarra too. But once that portal had turned on, and was done, He would smash it too, Just like all the other. There were many portals, the primordial source of power, that Marae explained, her realm was one the the true primordial realms. it was connected to the lower ones. But the portals setup by demons were artificial. They were destroyed.
Calla waited with baited breath, pacing around, she had not been in this chamber for months. Kiha was laughing in her mind. calling her adoptive mother names like sad useless dumb bitch with a rotten pussy who can only pop out worthless imps. Kiha had had a baby, a real one of her own. She saw it as an absolute victory, Kasyrra was a sad sack of shit, she didnt deserve Kihas time. Kiha had chosen to stay in Marae. She had a life,
Calla, having learnt from Marae what her lands gods really were. And how much weaker her realm was. Had decided to return. Now with the Power of Marae, true divinity behind her, she would purge any demonic taint and would face her gods. Mallachite no more, the Maraethian Paladin had decided to return and thank them.
screamed Kiha.
Startled, her husband peering into some document or map, looked up.
"WAR!" she screamed again.
"OK, honey, we've won the war." he said with a weak smile. "Theres one more left." Kiha hissed with absolute disgust. "I want you to leave her alive for me, rip out her tail off her spine, chop her cock off, tear her arms out. but leave her alive for me. I wanna look in her eyes! I will take the lamest bluntest knife I can find and drag it across her throat, tearing at her neck as slowly and painfully as I can while looking mother in her eyes. Mother will die by MY HANDS!"
The Hero of Mareth, was raised as a sacrifice. He felt the world of Mareth sizzle in his veins as he entered the portal. This was meant to be his world. And He had taken it upon himself the rid the world of demonic taint. He had ascended from acommon sacrifice to the Goddess Marae's chosen. With her blessing, he had nearly eradicated with demons that plagued this world. He had accumulated several companions on his journey. Chief among them was a psuedo dragonoid. Naked Kiha, she was created by one of Lethice, the demon queen's generals. Given free rein to experiment by the queen in the southern castle, the demon had wished to have real children, and during one such experiment, she had found a few eggs, and experimented on them to create a modifed race of dragonoid amazon warriors.
While most of the brood stayed in the kastle, under their creator, Kiha rebelled. She left. lived alone with the forest and was found the the hero. they had joined forces against the demons. being created by one, experimented upon, Kiha hated demons with a passion, but the one she hated the most, was their creator. She referred the the creator mockingly as mother. She held no love for that word, only disgust, only hated!
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It didnt take long to convince the Hero, it was his duty. The heroic armada swept across Mareth, reaching their destination.
The foul smell of demonic taint was faint, the Hero expected a vehement response from the last stronghold of the demons. The party walked across empty halls.
There were no demons. Kiha hissed in frustration. She was flustered. None of the Hero's divine powers worked. There were no signs of demonic taint. No demons, no war, and no dragonoid amazons.
The party, still wary, spread out. Kiha flew outside around the kastle. The Marethian Hero ascended the largest tower.
The reached the summit, The door to the top chamber was locked from the inside. He pushed against it, He heard scrambling inside. He took a step back and screamed, "THIS IS MARA!" Launching his foot against the sturdy wall of wood, kicked the door, its deadbolt shooting across the room, the hinges snapping away, the door flew a few feet and slammed on the ground.
He felt an uneasy sickness around him. There was a small green light, shielding a small vile creature huddled in the corner. It was emanating the slimy aura. It was not demonic in nature. It was more powerful, stronger, off putting yet magnetic, unpleasent yet attractive. Godly yet unholy.
Activating his own shielding of Divine Might, The Hero, his one hand readying an orb of white light, his right hand pointing the beautiful blades tip at the creature, took a couple of steps toward it.
He remembered the sickly feeling from when he entered the world of Mareth, the crawling of his skin as he traversed the portal from Ingnam to Mareth.
WAIT! the small creature yelled. IM not evil!!! please NO!.
It stood up, the dull green light vanished.
A tall lithe catgirl stood in front of him. She was wielding otherworldly powers, but looked harmless now. Her eyes grew WIDE!
She looked with awe upon the Marethian Hero's stature.
"Are you the one who defeats the devils?" "Please, can you save me?"
"There are no demons here." He said, "No, there arent." "Where are they?" "There havent been any demons here since I came. There were no demons. Only a few warriors. They were very kind to me. Petted me, gave me food, clothes. I stayed in this place. I dont know where to go. The girls told me there were demons outside. None came here. The demons dont come here, the girls, they scared them."
"What were these girls like?" the Hero asked.
"Large, Big, They have scales and wings. They always flew outside. They took me with them a couple of times, it was too scary."
"Where are they now?'
"There is a large flat stone behind the facade, its a portal. It doesnt work, I couldnt get it to work. I ," She hesitated. "The girls all flew through it when it opened a few months ago. They left to be with their mother. I pleaded with them to let me go with them, they said it might not be safe. I have been here all alone since then." "You were not born in Marae, were you?" The Hero asked the catgirl.
Her large cat eyes widened further "HOW DID YOU KNOW !" "I come from another world too, I felt the same icky energy when I came into this room." He stepped closer to her looking around her, "Its fainter now, the portal wasnt open when I came?"
"Huhhh? No, the portal only opened once months ago when the girls left, and well once before when I was captured and kidnapped in my own world and tossed through it."
He sighed and petted the cat between her ears. "I was raised as a sacrifice and was sent through a portal by people in my world." "But thats horrible!"she took a few steps back. "but WHAY? What about your parents?" "They dont know about demons, they were lied to by the village elders." "But you are tainted in other ways, not demonic but you have a power, its other, different."
"I am a priestess, I was scared, I was shielding myself. The power of the gods from my world, it must be different from yours. There are many gods."
"No, I am a wielder of true divinity. Your powers are chaos, untainted, not demonic yet not holy either, They are not gods."
"Maybe not real gods, but for us, they are. we owe our existence to them. They may not be real, divine gods but without them, Savarra would be a barren dead husk. My worlds called Savarra. Sorry sorry, I didnt tell you my name." He smiled, He hadnt either and so he told her his name and his source of power, the Goddess of this Original but fractured realm, Marae.
"Calla, daughter of Randa. High Noble priestess of Mallach!" She extended her hand which the Hero shook. "The mischievous god, of Cats and fertility and sex. And Pleasure. Physical pleasure." She made a morose face as the hero smirked "A GOD, of physical pleasure! AND mischief?!?"
"Why would we question that!?! Thats our culture! And like I SAID! even if these gods are fake not so called true divine? Hell with it. They are out gods. They helped us survive the GODSWAR!" "What is the god's war?" The GODSWAR!, was an invasion of otherworldly forces, from ......... some other world. they destroyed out world, and the gods, who were absent. CAME BACK! TO S A V E ! U S!"
"I see." "They ARE our gods!" "You were there, for this war, what are your powers, what is your position?"
She scoffed "I wasnt there! The GODSWAR! happened like a hundred years ago, Im only 25."
"Well I shall leave you then. I only came to cleanse the demonic taint. You are no demon."
"YOU"RE GONNA LEAVE ME HERE!!!" Calla eyed the Hero with horribly widened eyes.
"This place seems safe in your hands."
"I'm NOT gonna stay here, now that I know there are no demons to be afraid of. I'm going to find a town or a place with people. I'm a mallachite. I'm going insane being alone. I was only doing what the girls told me, NOW, I'm out."
"Ok come down from the tower, I will call the other, introduce you, I think you will have to explain all this again. Especially to Kiha. Shes gonna be so unhappy about missing her chance to kill Kasyrra."
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Having met another being from one of the other worlds, Marae took the former Mallachite Priestess as one of her own. She prospered under the guidance of Marae, and quite literally took up the cudgels of war in her name. The catgirl had come to be known as the Paladin of Marae, standing with the march of the Maraethian forces led by her Hero.
The portals were shut, those on the other side who gained undue advantages by sacrificing innocents, were not only denied but also ignored. They fell into despair as their prayers and pleas went unanswered. So was the fate of the elders of Ingnam as was that of the other worlds. The old derelict kastle, its timed portal, primed to open an year later, as an annual event, was guarded. The Hero had promised Calla, he would not interfere. When it opened, she could return if she so chose. He would not forsake Marae, nor Mareth to hunt down one lame demon. Kiha was given free reign, She could leave, to do exactly that, slaughter her mother. Kiha may not be able to return, and had gained enough knowledge from Calla to live in Savarra. Calla could go home.
The Hero told his new ally, he understood. He was raised to not be beholden to Ingnam, He felt Mareth was his real home, He would stay. Calla could return. He told Kiha he loved her and wanted her to stay, But she had had a life before and He would respect her hate, should she leave for Savarra too. But once that portal had turned on, and was done, He would smash it too, Just like all the other. There were many portals, the primordial source of power, that Marae explained, her realm was one the the true primordial realms. it was connected to the lower ones. But the portals setup by demons were artificial. They were destroyed.
Calla waited with baited breath, pacing around, she had not been in this chamber for months. Kiha was laughing in her mind. calling her adoptive mother names like sad useless dumb bitch with a rotten pussy who can only pop out worthless imps. Kiha had had a baby, a real one of her own. She saw it as an absolute victory, Kasyrra was a sad sack of shit, she didnt deserve Kihas time. Kiha had chosen to stay in Marae. She had a life,
Calla, having learnt from Marae what her lands gods really were. And how much weaker her realm was. Had decided to return. Now with the Power of Marae, true divinity behind her, she would purge any demonic taint and would face her gods. Mallachite no more, the Maraethian Paladin had decided to return and thank them.