《Origin Point》A3 Chapter 55
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AN: As per usual, 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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The area in which we teleported into was one with familiar, white stone with cylindrical pillars along the walls which held up the large roof high above our heads. What is more, the old Humans stood about our persons, panting heavily as females in mist linen tended to their persons with jars full of wine and beer. Of course, someone was sent to fetch the king, whose name was Samiah, as the "heroes" they had summoned have just arrived.
This left my child self and Sir Geralt alone with a group of four males and two other females. The latter were staring at my person as though I was the most adorable creature, whereas the former held a mixture of emotions from boredom to outright staring at my body. The one who stared, however, was a large and portly Human who licked his lips as his eyes slowly undressed my illusory body. What is more, this one wore an outfit befitting a merchant nobleman. Of which was of a dark coloured suit of loose silks and linens. However, the twitching of his lower body was ever present as he gazed in my direction.
Yes. I did notice the blob of Human flesh, and glared into his eyes. However, instead of looking away, he stared back with a wolfish grin. One which would have continued, if not for another of the males to step between us in order to introduce himself to my person.
"I am Arnold of Riverie. May I have your name, young lady?" This Human, of whom looked to be a squire of some sort, wore only chainmail and knelt in front of my person. He then gently took up my hand in order to kiss it, but found Sir Geralt's sword tip gently pressing into his left shoulder.
"You will leave my Master be, Human," growled the hollowed voice within the Living Armour, "or you will die."
"How rude," the other spoke rather hurtful, as he stood upon his own two feet and backed away from our persons, "I only wish to get to know the young lady, as she seems to hold herself quite high."
"Hmm, yes," burped the blob and removed a stained kerchief from one of his many folds in order to pat it against his forehead and lips, "Perhaps she would like to be in the company of someone more, shall we say, noble company." This was spoken as a smaller version of his wolfish grin appeared upon his face, and would have extended further, if Sir Geralt had not spoken his own thoughts.
"Your heads will roll, and your bodies will be given to the dogs before you try anything towards my Master," growled the Living Armour, of whom slammed his tower shield in front of my person whilst it was held in place as the glaive was held ready to be swept horizontally.
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"Now, now, Sir Geralt," my voice rose and fell in a melodic fashion as I stuck my head around the shield, "think of the poor dogs who would have to eat that jiggling flesh of a Slime. They would die of poison or indigestion if they took so much as a single nibble of one of those fat rolls. Not to mention the smell," my left two digits pinch my button nose whilst my right hand waved in front of it, "His flesh wreaks of someone who hasn't bathed in a lifetime, and has to use heavy perfumes in order to mask the stench."
Nearby, the females were "taking a crack" at the banter towards the mound of Human flesh with, "His mother had to give birth to that monster, too."
"I feel sorry for her; she must have swelled up like a balloon during the whole process."
"Probably died from him eating his way out."
"Oh gross. Can you imagine being forced to sleep with him?"
"I know, right? I'd rather kill myself before letting him near me, let alone touch me. Not to mention that thing between his legs. Probably really small."
"I doubt there's anything there, to be honest; the fat is hiding it all."
On and on they continued their banter whilst the blob fumed in silence as his facial colours slowly became red, then purple. "Ew," I did my best to squeal, hiding behind the shield once more, "He's trying to make himself even uglier and more disgusting than a pile of shit crapped out by a horse." After such a thing was spoken, the females mimicked my person in hiding behind the shield just as the other erupted and charged my person with arms and hands in front of his person.
However, I simply stepped out from behind the shield, pointed my outstretched palm towards him, and intoned, ">." A spell circle of shadowed energy formed a few centimetres from my hand when I began the spell, and released a small bolt of violet and emerald coloured energy towards that which was barreling down upon my position.
This bolt then flew forwards, striking the centre of the mass of flesh. Of which caused it to stop mid stride, and slowly ripped away chunks as a miniature hole, the colour of perpetual night, formed. Of which caused the other to scream like a skewered pig, as his entire being was sucked into the void that I had created, leaving nothing beyond. Not ever a drop of blood.
"Hmm," I hummed slowly, "A bit too strong against regular Humans," and would have turned around if not for some unknown force doing its best to hold me in place.
Upon tilting my head downwards, I noticed a pair of hands groping around my chest area as though it were searching for the illusory mounds I had created for this body. "Are you alright?" spoke the voice of Arnold above my head. Of whom, when I turned to stare upwards, found him with closed eyes and a foolish grin upon his lips.
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Yes. I was quite peeved by what he just did, and was justified in my next action. For I will not suffer to be in the presence of child molesters.
What I did was simple, as I simply strode forward half a dozen steps and turned around. This caused the chainmail wearing squire to pause with a peculiar look about his person. Of which quickly became shock as he noted his arms were still wrapped around my person, then tossed to the sides leaving large patched of blood as they skittered into the walls.
After noting such a thing, his mind slowly process what was happening, and turned to look at either side just as large spurts of blood erupted from the areas which once held his arms and hands he used to grope my illusory chest as he held my body in place. This led to his screaming whilst all others gasped in horror and shook with fear as Sir Geralt strode forwards with the glaive in one hand, and a sword in the others. Of which, by the by, was a part of the armour to begin with.
He then lifted his sword arm, and brought the blade down in an arc just as the doors to the area opened to reveal King Samiah, LD, RS, and approximately half a dozen guards who watched as the squire called Arnold was cut down after having lost his arms. "Ah, King Samiah," my melodic voice purred softly, "So good of you to join us." This was spoken just as they all stepped in with the guards rushing forwards to surround our persons with swords drawn and shields placed in front of the king.
Of which then led to my person chuckling in quite the demented fashion, as I lifted my right arm high in order to call upon my energies once more. For although I desired caution, I threw it all away once I was subjected to molestation by a Human male. Yes. I am well aware that the guise was an illusion, but that does not change the fact that such a feat was performed upon my person.
">," I intone in a hauntingly beautiful voice, just as a spell circle of gold and white erupted high above my person. Of which then spread itself in order to encompass the entirety of the temple's interior, ">." Within the centre of the circle, a glowing orb as bright as our world's day-star shot out and through the roof where it hovered a few metres above. This then slowly stretched out until it was around twice the height and width of the building, and slowly drifted downwards in order to coat it in its entirety.
This led to us having some privacy from the eyes of the False God, as I turned towards the greedy king and his cadre of Humans which were not entirely Human. No. For within the whitespace we had seen within the portal to Terra, I noted one of the cages holding the image of the ones before my person. Of which led to my belief that these are not what they appear to be.
To which I pointed my outstretch palm towards their persons, intoning the spell, ">." No spell circles of any sort appeared before my person upon speaking the words which were needed for this one. Instead, my own silver energies erupted from my hand in the form of thousands upon thousands of slivered ropes. Of which launched themselves upon the group, lifting them high into the air where they struggled greatly, and were slowly being torn apart.
No. No flesh, blood, bone, or organ meat was torn away from their persons, but illusory flesh which clung to their forms like parasites intent on devouring the last few drops of the blood of their hosts. This would continue for a time, in which the sounds of metal tapping upon metal were heard within the space we occupied. Of which came from those who were summoned, as they were able to produce stills from such tapping noises.
Yes. These will more than likely be shared with those from their own world, but for now, I continued watching as my energies tore through that which kept their bodies as is for too long. However, what was truly curious about all of this was not the fact that they did not scream in pain, but that they were laughing with great elation.
This was so, and even a few, which included the one called "Samiah", were crying whilst shouting, "Yes! Yes!" just as the that which held them in the form which we witnessed fell away in order to reveal silvered essences within a small cube no larger than the palm of my child-like hand.
"Please... please...," moaned the voice of Samiah from within his own cube, "Release... us..."
However, upon reaching out and lifting the cube away with my energy, did the world around us slowly become as white as freshly fallen snow. Of which caused a few other cubes to scream as they were whisked away. Whereas the rest were quickly pulled to my person, and a shadowed portal full of chaotic energies erupted behind my person.
Yes. I had summoned up such a thing, and directed Sir Geralt and the others summoned to run through it. Although the Living Armour ran through, the others were hesitant for a time. That is, until a great rending of claws appeared before their persons, and they did witness such a thing try to pierce the dome I had created, whereas I simply ran into my portal, shutting it behind my person just as the last of those who were summoned along with my person followed suit.
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