AN: I said either Thursday or Friday, and here it is. For I have three buffer chapters and am ready to continue with the darkness. Right off the bat, it's an NSFW one, which is mostly used to scare away those with "sensitive ears" within the story.

In any case, folks, I'm expecting this one to be a long one; perhaps even three months long (100 chapters, or so), as my writing style will extend it to be that way instead of typing out what I want to say. XD

As always, thank you all for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.

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"How about... war?" asked the Ageless to those around his person. Of whom came in all shapes and sizes, from all walks of life, save for one. There were no humans amongst their number, as the God of Terra forbade and sentenced such creatures to death. For he detested such a race for their greed and hatred of others, as well as their desires to be the best, even if they are the weakest of all other races.

"War?" spoke a small voice upon his lap. Of which belonged to one of a pair of Kitsune twins whose furs held the bright colours of blue, yellow, and pink. The pair even wore matching dresses with similar colours, but of different designs. Perhaps this was to not confuse the parents of such creatures, or perhaps the two held different ideas. "What's that?"

"Well Maya, war is something grownups participate in when two sides have opposing ideas and cannot come to an agreement." The small Fox-girl's head tilted towards her right shoulder, still confused, but dismissed it when the God's right paw ruffled her hair. Of which caused her sister, Mia, and a nine-tailed Fox-Wolf hybrid to whine at the lack of attention. To which they only quieted down when he ruffled their hair as well.

"In any case, many of you know of which war I speak of, as it played a pivotal role in my being the ruler over our world of Terra, and afterwards, the second God King." There were many amongst the crowd who chatted excitedly amongst themselves, whilst a hand shot up from the crowd. This action seemed to amuse the Ageless, who nodded in the person's direction.

This being was a small, red imp who needed the assistance of another. Of whom had raised their own hand in order to garner the attention of the one upon a gilded throne of gold and jewels. "Yez," began the one who held the Imp in a thick accent. Of whom was one of the Shadow Elves, beings who lived in perpetual darkness, and had been invited to the Coming of Age party for a Vampire Princess named Denna, but stayed long enough for the God to begin his tale.

"Zee Fire Imp dezirez zuu know if ziz zory iz of you and zee 'Zecohnd Zun'?" After speaking their piece, they sat back down into the crowd whilst all others turned back towards the other upon the throne.

"Ah, no," he shook his head slowly, "The 'Second Son' is the one who stood by his mother, Terra's own Demon Lord, whilst the Humans fought to slay her. Instead, this is of the 'First Son', who became the God of Terra, and died as he was in my way. Though, of course, such a tale is long and not at all suitable to little children." His eyes turned towards those upon his lap, then towards their parents which included Sarah, "If you believe the tale has taken a darker road than one you'd wish for your children to hear, then take them from me. For I shall only continue to stride forwards with my torch held high as all others walk behind in our little. Black. Parade."

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Where to begin in this tale of mine? Where should I start this tale of war and woe, as I and mine begin our journey to reclaim what is rightfully our world? These two queries always plague my mind when writing, or even speaking. For this is one which has been told since the First Children were born upon our world. Therefore, I shall begin with the beginning, and end at the end.

I am sure many, if not most, of you are acquainted with our time in the Abyss, correct? Yes. Then you must know of my dealings with Azazel, the Lady Goddess and Queen of the first Pantheon? No? Well then, I shall speak of this before moving on to our war of attrition, but first, Roj and his petty Tribunal of fools.

For they had grown weary of my presence, and desired an end to it all. So, when Brutus, my self, and my Chosen appeared before them, they simply killed one another quickly before I had taken it upon my person to slay them. As you well know, they played an intricate part in detaining my person from our world of Terra, and my enmity for them even stretches to this day. However, upon trying to kill themselves, we noticed that they regenerated far too quickly, and were struck with horror as they noted we were still present.

Yes. Many of these beings believe that by killing themselves they would be spared the horrors I and mine would inflict upon their persons throughout the many cycles we had been a part of their world. This was so, as Azazel had taken a liking to their repeated deaths in the hopes they would take heed and be a little nicer to the travelers and adventurers who came their way. For they had always held such people with contempt, but the others never complained as much as I, to the point of their deaths.

Instead, they simply thanked them for their work, gave them a few trinkets, and sent them on their way. On the other hand, when I and mine appear, they became fearful and would give my person everything, if it meant staying my hand. However, such a thing never stopped my person, for I would continue to slay them until I had finally controlled our world of Terra.

In this instance, however, I chose to beguile Roj, as he is their leader, and have him slaughter the lot of them whilst he watched and could do nothing about it. It was... quite entertaining to watch him work, and I would have added his person to my collection of servants, if Azazel hadn't stayed my hand. For example, there was amongst this group a single female, a Halfling whose name I have long forgotten. Or perhaps, was never told to begin with.

Well, after killing off the last of their members, a Minotaur, he pinned the female with his magicks and tore off her clothing with a ravenous hunger. All the while, his eyes leaked out a great river of tears, and his mind pleaded with my person in silent anguish. It was here that the female had been screaming and begging Roj to stop, whilst a hand pinned her arms above her head, and the other fumbled with his own clothing.

Yes. As many of you have already guessed, he raped her, and the details are many. So take your children from my person if you so choose, for I will not spare the rod and spoil them in this instance.

As I was saying, Roj was fumbling with his clothing whilst the female pleaded for him and my person to stop. However, I would not, as it was very entertaining to our persons, and they even gave some ideas for the Tribunal member. One of which was to suck on the left nipple of the female as hard as he could before he began. Of which he did so, and with great relish, for between suctions the female's body actually bled.

That is, it began to bleed only a few droplets, until he forcibly grabbed her small thighs with both hands, and plunged his freed member deep into that which was betwixt her legs. Whereupon he began to grunt and growl as his body thrusted in a rapid fashion, whilst the other screamed with pain as a large stream of her crimson blood splashed the shadowed ground where she had been pinned. Yes. I did sneer as I witnessed such actions, for I was within the Tribunal's mind, and noticed the desire to mate with this female, but never seemed to act upon it.

Well, now he had that chance, and this side of him became more apparent as a light of crimson flowed into his eyes. This stopped the flow of tears, and a primal urge took over. One of which caused his lower appendage to thicken and grow longer to the point of it only being able to enter about half way. It was here that I gave the command of taking her rear end, and allowing his member to bend and flow to match the insides of the one pinned upon the ground. For although many females enjoy such prospects, a male's shaft is stiff with much blood, and does not bend. In other words, ladies, it is quite painful if it journeys past the rectum.

At this point, Roj had impaled the female enough so that she now sat halfway down the tip, and was still very much alive. After the command, however, he pulled himself out, which allowed the other to gasp and cry from the pain and slight pleasure she had to endure, believing it to be over and done. Instead, she found her naked self pinned to the ground once more, except this time she was on her front. Much to her horror, she found the creature that was once Roj to be spreading her rear end, and before she could try and get away, began to scream once more as its member tore through her insides.

This appendage forced her rectum to extend to the point of tearing apart, and even began to stretch her intestines as she continued with her beggings and pleadings for help and desired it to all end. It would not, and the Halfling was forced to watch as her intestines bulged within her abdomen all the way to her stomach.

Yes. If you've access to any of the stories involving tentacles and their victims, then you know what happens next. For this appendage made its way into the stomach, up the esophagus, and a little out her mouth. Of course, she did try to bite down on such a thing, but found it to be too hard for her teeth to penetrate, and only caused the male to moan after such an action.

Many of you would believe this female to die after having such a thing blocking her airways, but you would be wrong. For my magicks kept her alive and conscious throughout the entirety of the ordeal. Especially when the thrusting began. Of which caused her to gurgle and choke as the male's member rubbed up and down her throat, in and out of her lower organs. Though, at this time, I noted the absence of attention towards that which was betwixt her legs, as well as her breasts.

Of which caused Roj's body to undergo another change, one that grew a second appendage next to his own. However, this one was twice as thick as the first, but only a quarter of its length, and was forced deep inside her body. This then caused another flow of blood, mixed well with her own juices, to flow onto the shadowed ground.

Soon afterwards, he had gripped her chest tightly to the point of the flesh turning violet. This was just as a door opened up behind our leering persons, and in walked Azazel. Of whom stopped and stared at the scene as though never before witnessing such a spectacle. However, instead of ordering my person, or even asking, to stop, she simple told us, "Leave them. As this one will let them continue to enjoy themselves for a time."

In so saying, she bade us to exit, whilst the remaining Tribunal members continued to endure the magicks which I had cast upon their persons.

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AN2: Should have the cover art up for this arc in a couple of weeks. :)