AN: Bit of news for you guys; I've become sick. "But OWL, we already know you're sick. Look at what you've posted so far." Not THAT kind of "sick", as I already know about that one. No, I've caught a bad cold which has put a damper on my ability to think properly. "What does that mean?" It means I wasn't able to create a buffer chapter yesterday, and I'm hoping I'll have one done later today. I only have up to chapter nine completed, so here's to hoping it goes away soon.

Anyways, as I said yesterday, this is an NSFW chapter. It has rape and torture within it, with a cliff at the end.

As always folks, thank you for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please don't hesitate to voice them.

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Of the twelve humans present, five were confirmed to be females, and had been given to the small army of monstrous creatures to do what they will with them. Whereas a pair of male humans were chosen for sustenance, whilst the remaining five humans were made to watch the gruesome scenes unfold throughout the day, and well into the night. All had tried to shut their eyes to the screams of their compatriots sometime in the beginning, but had their eyelids removed and were forced to continue their watch of such a scene.

"You monster," they cried out, as a female's head was torn from her body by a mantis-like creature, of whom had gripped its body whilst the lower half of his own penetrated that which was betwixt her legs repeatedly. After realising his mistake of killing the female, he came to his Lord High God and begged for the female human to be revived so that they may continue with such revelry.

"Until the moon reaches its zenith," spoke the Ageless who sat upon a throne of stone behind five blood soaked humans tied to large poles, "The humans will continue to live through everything that is happening to them this night." In accordance to his words, the dead and dying humans were revived, their flesh mending, and those under him cheered with great elation, whereas the humans despaired greatly.

"Bastard," howled one of the bound humans, as its eyes did watch as a female tried to reach out towards its body. An ogre of eight metres in height had gripped the female in question, and forced its overly large member, which was about the size of the human's body, into her body. It screeched as the magicks of the black furred kitsune worked hard in keeping it alive to experience the torture of such creature's throbbing member tearing through the entirety of its being.

With each thrust, the females blood splattered the now stained earth below, but still its heart continued to beat. Upon the ogre's member being pulled out and readied itself for another thrust, did the human's organs fall upon the earth. However, the chaotic energies of the god caused them to flow back inside it, reattaching themselves to her insides. Thus, the torture of violating the laws of Terra continued for one such as the female, whilst other females were experiencing similar tortures as this one was to the ogre.

The males, on the other hand, were being eaten alive whilst the chaotic energies of their Ageless continued to regenerate the blood, flesh, bone, and organ meat lost to the consumption of the army. Each time a piece of their flesh was cut away, did they scream a terrible scream full of pain and anguish. Yet, still they remained alive, and awake. For the energies of the black furred kitsune made it so that they may never collapse and embrace the darkness of relief.

Those who were spared from such gruesome scenes had been tied to large poles, yes, and had their eyelids removed so that they may continue to witness such displays. Whereas the kitsune simply sat upon his throne of stone, as the tips of his paws touched each other and his right hind leg had crossed itself over the left. The eyes of one such as him simply watched the scenes of rape and torture without feeling, even as the humans begged him for the kiss of Death to bring them from this horrid site.

That is, until a large, dark furred feline appeared to its right, struggling against the grip of a metallic clawed hand. This hand belonged to a four-armed, skeletal Undying, of whom had not been seen upon Terra for quite a long time. "M-my Lord H-h-high G-god?" Choked the Nekotar, "Wh-w-what i-i-is-," the grip tightened to keep the creature from speaking.

"Ah, little Nekotar," sighed the Ageless, whose features had the look of extreme disappointment for the creature before it, "I had drained two of the humans after the short incursion had taken place. Tell me, do you know what it was I saw?" The creature before him simply shook in response to his words, as its eyes widened whilst the irises became thin slits.

"Yes," he nodded slowly, "I had seen them all summoned, and do you know who I saw on the receiving end of such a summoning?" It began to scratch at the metallic bones binding its neck at this point, desperate to escape from the now smiling god before it. Of whom had begun to slowly glide forward with madness creeping into its eyes, "The queen of the wood elves will die, and her head will be used as a cup to toast the good fortune of my Lich King. Ah, but do you know who else I saw there, little Nekotar?"

The feline yowled greatly, as its neck was gripped by the kitsune before it, hoisting its body high above his own, "I saw you there," his voice thundered across the heavens, as his entire form began to grow and stretch into a shadowed shape of a four-armed, skeletal giant, "I saw you there at the feet of the elven queen." Energies of violet, emerald, and crimson raced across his forearms, electrifying the body of the Nekotar. However, as he had stated before, none will die this night, and the feline creature in his clawed hand continued to be revived over and over, again and again as the energies continued to kill it repeatedly.

"Know that I am greatly disappointed in you, Nekotar," his voice was now a soft thunder, and released the body of the still breathing, but greatly weakened feline from his great height. Its body fell, twisting and turning, as it tried to aim for the stained ground below to flee from this madness. However, luck was not on its side, as its body fell atop several dozen spears three orcs had held aloft to skewer the body. Many growls and elated roars were heard from the three, as gold coins passed through their hands.

The body of their god, on the other hand, had shrunk itself back into the guise of his kitsune self. Of whom now had a bored expression about his features, as he continued to watch the revelry caused by his subordinates below. "You may return to Her side," he whispered to the skeletal Undying, who simply bowed at its waist and vanished into the darkness.

"Who was that, Lord?" Asked the Naga, who slithered to Ageless's side, but was not answered. Instead, a haunch of human leg was offered upon an iron shield, to which he did take up said leg and noticed it was very raw, and heavily bloodied. Shrugging slowly, his maw opened wide, and bit down upon the meat. Red blood oozed down the kitsune's neck in slow trickles, but never actually touched his fur. It was as though some unknown force was preventing such things from staining his own.

"Needs more salt," his voice shook the earth once more. Of which caused the Naga near him to chuckle lightly.

"Forgive us, Lord, but we do not have any more salt."

"A pity," he muttered, then took another bite out of the leg, whilst the owner screeched as a leg of the same shape and size was torn off the body, and another took its place.

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The mental states of the humans had broken long before the day star began its slow trek across the heavens above, and below, the small army of the kitsune awoke slowly from the previous night's revelry. A few of the human females could be seen, still clutched by their captors as they awoke with large teeth filled grins about their faces. These females, along with many males, wept openly and heavily as they realised the night prior was not a dream, but reality.

"NO," wailed one of the females, whose naked body bore the many scars of a tentacle monster's touch. It fell to the ground, slipping on drying blood under the mists of dawn, as it tried to escape its sluggish tendrils. However, it was captured by Roshaan, whose metallic, throbbing member caused the human to become even more terrified. Especially when it was used to tear apart that which was betwixt her legs.

The sreechings and wailing of the dying human woke nearly all from their slumber, and began to search for its location. Upon noticing who it was that caused the female to utter such wonderful songs, the crowd jeered, whooped, and hollered as the body of the female was split apart from his vigourous thrusting. Blood, torn meat, and organs fell splattering the blood soaked grass and dirt below, as the beastman's member released its own fluids high into the air. The crowd of monsters roared with their cheers from such a scene, and congratulated him for achieving such a release, whilst the body of the torn female human was forgotten under the many feet of the joyous creatures.

"Forty-five metres," crowed a large eyeball surrounded by a mass of tentacles from high above their position, "A new record!" It gently floated towards the crowd below, and began chatting with others about such a feat.

"My Lord High God?" Called out the Naga, of whom was among several other monstrous creatures who did not understand what had taken place, "Why are they excited about the release of fluids?"

The dark furred kistune, on the other hand, was covered in a shroud of shadowed mists as he contemplated on which form is best to travel with. Upon hearing the Naga's query, however, a pair of large, bulbous crimson orbs focused themselves upon the small group of confused creatures. "Among the metallic beastmen and women, they have a long standing tradition of reaching the height of ecstasy, and releasing their fluids as high into the air as possible. This only happens after they have conquered a portion of land, or triumphed over a hated enemy.

"No, I do not know of the origins to such a festivity, but it does not bother me in the least. So just let it be for now, but if you are curious as to why they do this, you may ask Roshaan." Upon saying these words, he witnessed how great the Naga's curiosity was, as it slithered away to ask its questions upon the metallic beastman. "Now then," he hummed softly, looking upon a screen full of bodies for him to wear as though they were clothing, "Which form shall I take?"

In so saying, his right paw began to swipe the images from right to left, until he came upon a form which caused his lips to curve into a smile. "Perfect."