AN: A bit later than usual, but here it is, folks, another torture chapter. As per usual with these things, it's an NSFW one, and one of my favourites is the bit with the spears.

As always folks, thank you for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, let me know down below.

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As I had come upon our God to inform him of the choir I had prepared for him, my own eyes spied his had changed from beautiful blood droplets, to golden orbs that seemed to absorb the pain and ecstasy around his perfect being. It was truly a marvel to behold, but he had tasked me with being a conductor of this little group of elves. Young and old, they were bound to wooden chairs aligned in two neat rows with four each. Everything was to be perfect, however, "What are you doing you fool? Remove the child before He sees-"

"Before I see what, Brutus?" Behind and above my regal self was our God, whose eyes were now as dark as pitch. He was angry, which was a first, as he never displayed such an emotion, and his gaze had locked onto a crying elf child whose was feebly fighting the bonds that held it. "Why is there a child amongst the choir?" His beautiful voice thundered across the heavens in fury, causing all, including my own body, to cower in terror. Behind His great maw was a cloud of sickly green miasma; a few droplets fell onto the ground, causing it to sizzle and steam.

"Remove the child, and bring it here," He commanded, and those closest leapt to obey. His own body began to shrink, becoming a dark furred dog-man bespeckled with silver. It looked much liken unto the starry night's sky above our heads, and his own eyes mirrored his fur. I was in awe at the beauty of our God's new body, and desired nothing more than to touch it, but refrained from doing so. Perhaps there was a race of dog-men that were liken unto Him, and hoped this was so, so that I may procure one to pet and touch.

The small elven child, a female, was dropped in front of the dog-man body of our God. This was done so in such an unceremonious way, He breathed His miasma onto the offender. The creature who received it, screamed in a terrible wail, as its entire body began to melt into a puddle of flesh that seeped into the ground. A terrible chill feel upon we who witnessed this event, and watched as the child was lifted into the arms of our God.

"This one shall be my new child," His voice rumbled as though it heralded the coming of a great storm. Those closest heard our God's voice murmur with the chantings of magicks, and witnessed the air about His body crackle with violet and emerald coloured lightnings. It seems He has decided to grace the now struggling elven girl-child with His blessing. ">," He intoned, ">," and watched and listened as the child flailed and wailed as His beautiful magicks began to delve deep into the mind of the small body in front of His great self.

"No," wailed a female elf, who had burst free of the bindings that held her to the chair. She then ran towards our God with the intent of stopping Him and His work. However, before she was able to rush past my regal self, the female was tackled by several orcs who carried her away. From a few short metres, my eyes spied the group tearing the female's clothing off her body, and begin raping her body. She cried, screamed, and tried to fight back as their members tore their way into her body, but to no avail.

Disgusted by the scene, I turned back to face the remaining choir of elves, only to find many almost out of their bonds. Raising my own arms, I intoned the spell, ">," and watched as skeletal hands erupted from the earth, clutching their ankles, and pulling their bodies into the earth. This spell was of a few that allowed one such as I to command the living dead, but I still could not control them enough to form a body. It was maddeningly frustrating, to be sure, and our God was sore disappointed in this fact. However, I was filled with joy when he would not throw my regal self away as though it were garbage.

These elves, on the other hand, were now stuck with only their heads above the ground, and would stay this way until I released them. Unfortunately, I had to use a few Wraiths to guard them, as many orcs and monsters from the horde had desired to kick the living heads of the entrapped elves. "Such a pain," I muttered, turning my attention back to our God. It was just in time to see the elven girl-child clinging to His dog-man body, as she stared about with wide eyed terror.

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"Is everything alright, Silvana?" My voice rumbled down towards the small elf child who clung to my kobold body in fear. Her hair was the colour of bark from an oak tree, while her skin was near the same colour, the eyes of the child were of spring leaves. She was adorable, especially with her button-like nose and smallish mouth, and I knew she would become a heartbreaker when she became fully grown.

Her head snapped back to look upon my own, and cried out with, "Papa," and clung to my neck. She cried softly, whilst I began to rub her back slowly, whispering soothing sounds. "I was so scared. Thank you for rescuing me," she whispered, trying to hide within my neck fur.

Yes, I just committed an act I had outlawed upon the world we are all living upon. Which is to never harm a child. In the past, however, I did this to protect the girl-child from more pain, and altered her mind to believe that I was her adoptive father. She also had minor memories of Nox, Puella, and Lupa implanted within her mind. They were only minor because she had not met them, and would only remember myself telling her stories of the three.

If you are wondering about the story I planted within her mind, it was of I and my army of monsters were heading towards the front to fight against the humans. Along the way, we began to raid various villages for resources, and to brake and supply chains that were being routed towards the humans. In one such village was Silvana, who was being tormented by the humans to such a degree, she became attached to my person once I slew her abusers.

However, in another raid, elves appeared and stole her away. Perhaps they were intending on using her as protection against my horde, or something else, but instead were attacked by all just to rescue her.

Yes, it is 'cheesy' and clichéd, but it suited my person, and now I had a new daughter who was allowed to journey with us to the frontline. The only problem was, how best to protect her. "Hmm," I hummed, and the girl-child tilted her head to the side in a curious, but very adorable manner.

"What is it, Papa?" Her eyes were large and puffy, after her crying session, but there was relief and joy in there as well.

"Well, Silvana," I rumbled slowly, "I am thinking how best to protect you, to keep you from experiencing this ever again." She hugged my neck once more, then perked up when she heard the screams of pain and ecstasy flowing towards our position.

"What's that noise, Papa?"

"That would be the sound of revenge for stealing you away from my person, Silvana," she shivered, then clasped her hands over her ears as the noise. "Now, now," my voice rumbled with mirth, "Their voices of pain and ecstasy is quite enjoyable, especially if there is a reason for it. Ah," I sighed, "but before we begin. >." Her eyes drooped, and her mouth yawned greatly, before she ultimately snuggled up against my neck fur, and fell asleep.

As I contemplated what to do with her, I summoned Brutus to my side. He drifted over to my person, and knelt down. "My most humblest apol-"

"Silence," my own voice became a hiss, as my eyes became glowing orbs of dark crimson, "Know that I am angry at this event. So if you wish to continue to be among the living, you will conduct your choir post haste. For if you wish to stay on my 'good side'," it turned into a rumble that seemed to shake the earth around us, "you will give me the feast of sorrow, and the drink of pain you promised before."

His head bobbed once, as he fled to where the heads of the elves were. Each were raised up, and bound tightly to the chairs nearest them. Although there were a few empty chairs, it did not bother my person, as the horde had, for the most part, begun to drift to where the Lich was setting up the torture station.

A large bag containing a variety of knives was dropped at his feet, to which he opened it up to pull out the thinnest ones. "Now then, let us begin," and lightly sliced off a small layer of skin from the forearm of a male elf.

I pushed through the throng of monsters and orcs just as this was happening, and had to break several hands that tried to touch my person or Silvana. No one will take her from me, and I made sure of it by breaking wrists, hands, and arms. Once through, I stopped to see Brutus slowly slicing off the top layer of skin of a male elf's right arm. This scene caused my person to grin, as the elf in question begged the Lich to stop.

His eyes then scanned the ever growing crowd of monsters and orcs, until his eyes found my person carrying a sleeping elf girl-child. Who then began to shout with a voice that I suspected was one that begged I flee from this place with the child. However, "Brutus. Do they need their tongues to scream?"

The Lich stopped for a time to stare at the elf with hatred, then upon my person with devout worship, before rummaging through the bag to pull out an odd contraption. This thing was made of cast iron, and was used solely for the removal of tongues. Of which allowed him to promptly tear out the male's. "Cauterise the wound quickly, Brutus, and continue with the show." His partly fleshed head nodded once, as something came to him with a hot brand. Where he promptly stuck it into the mouth of the now squirming and screaming male. The elf's creaming was muffled over the sizzling of his flesh, as tears flowed freely down his cheeks.

The Lich then moved on to a female, who begged him to stop, but screamed and cried as his own clawed hand raked at her dirtied dress, opening it down the centre. One of his many ghostly servants appeared next to him, holding up several dozens of needles of varying lengths. With the smaller ones, he simply gripped her small chest, and shoved each one through her nipples. The screams exuded from her lips were beautiful, and I drank it all into my being.

The longer needles, on the other hand, were places into each and every last one of the joints in her hands. Even I was pleasantly surprised by this, and continued to watch as he commanded a few of his spirits to bring a spear and place it, point up, into the ground. As they did this, the female began to struggle as others lifted her body, and flew it above the tip of the spear. Whereupon they opened her legs to the world, and shoved her down upon it. The point pierced that which is between her legs, tearing through her flesh, but stopped at the womb.

The spirits had left her body at this point, allowing the pull of the earth to do the rest, whilst she screamed in pain and anguish, begging for someone to save her. Many within the horde roared with feral glee as this occurred, desiring more and more from the Lich, whereas I simply drank and feasted upon their sorrow, their torment, and their hopelessness.

All the while, Silvana, who had awoken from the screams, was staring wide eyed at the scene before her, drinking a vial of my "blood".