Black sands ruffled by feet that disturb its flows like waves crashing against rocks, the breath of a woman hollows through the valley, the shadow of cliffs covering her head from the light of the sun barely peeking through the blanket of clouds rumbles, her clothes dirty of mud and blood, as her eyes peek at every direction, her ears twitching, sensing the touch of a stone shot against her head, tumbling her down to the ground with blood dripping from her temple like a burst jug of milk. And by the next second, appear three from the shadows, their eyes set on their prey dropped to the ground a prize for them to gain, their faces blushed, their crotches tightening yet their instincts tell them to run from the woman before them whose fangs reveal themselves, her mouth opened as she breathes heavily.

"Don't be scared," She pants, an uncontrollable smile formed on her face as she begins feeling excited. "Come to me. Take the prize that you've won. Come and take it"

"We can? W-We actually can??" One asks, his shaking hand a sign of his instincts growing stronger.

"Of course," She stretches out a hand to them. "I'll accept all you can give to me. Your joy, your anger...your fear. Release it all into me. Don't be afraid. Come spend it all on me"

"Hah," The man shudders, taking the leap as he's first to take her invitation, the one who goes in between her legs, her scent like a flower field that seduces his every being immediately.

"That's right. Come to me," She grins, her fangs pressed against her lips as her face goes crazily red, the man clumsily pulling up her dress with pulling down his pants, as slowly he rubs his belly against her's, her moans like a trigger that pulls at his fear yet also at his pleasure as pushes in, her hands on his face as she looks him in the eyes with hers like yellow moons, almost like she has him under an influence that she cast, the other men watching as it goes down, reluctant in joining in. "What are you boys waiting for? Join us"

In various positions, the three of them pleasure the vampire, each taking a turn in her different alternatives, each taking a chance at groping at her breasts as they're gripped by her flower, not of a normal person, their voices hollowing through cliffs filled with their noises. And by the finish line one gets near, his thrust within her growing stronger, hands gripped onto his shoulders as she also senses his nearing climax, the other men pushed away by the simple act of her hand waving across them.

"Yes! Keep going!!" She tells him, breath against his face, her moaning louder as the man crosses the finish line, his thrusting coming to a halt, with her laughing in how satisfied she was, her smiling coming to a halt, as come tears that fall on her face. "Huh?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!! I have a wife and child! I shouldn't have done this! I don't care if I die anymore! I just want to know they're safe! I want to see my family again! Please let me see my family!! I beg of y-" The man halts his words suddenly, the other men frightened by what they view, as a pool of blood drips onto the vampire's face, as pierced through the man's chest is her hand, painted by his flesh as well.

From off of her, she pushes his corpse to the side, lifting herself from the blanket of blood that seeps into the black dirt, getting up in walking over to the second one, the man too scared to even try and run, looking up at her glowing eyes, her evil is all he sees, feeling as death calls to him, as destroyed by a sweep of her kick across him is his throat gone, the third of them quickly pouncing off, leaving his pants behind, looking behind him, his fear sparking to a new height, as no longer is she there for his eyes to track, flashing under the cliffs with his thoughts filled with wanting to know if he will live to see another day, wanting to go home, missing the warmth of his family and friends, his normal job, wishing he didn't go out the that club, blaming himself as he had drank too much, going unconscious for a few seconds as he hits the ground, trampling down a slope, his face pounded against the rocks as he goes down, his half clotted eyes firstly looking down on his body as he has finally stopped rolling, screaming at the top of his voice, crying in tears in discovering that his leg had been severed, his nerve now comprehending the pain that pulsates through his body, as appear the vampire above him with her hand occupied with something she caught, his leg.

"Aww, did it hurt? Look at how helpless you are...like a little fucking pig," She smirks, crackling at the man as he struggles. "What? Too weak to even crawl away? So cute"

She begins breathing heavily, the blush on her face growing stronger as her hands plant themselves at her dress, pulling it up to show him what's underneath once more, the man's mind gone blank with his blood being washed off his face, as trickled onto him, is her stream of pee she lets out with a sigh of relief, not even warm as her body isn't even of a normal person. His eyes still open yet faded into darkness, alive no more he is, his severed head stacked atop a boulder, humming as she sets it up properly, angling his eyes to the decoration she's made of his body ripped open into being fitted onto spikes of rocks she slid it on, the dark clouds above bursting, sending light rain below. And back home she gets, to the training of goblins by men who view her coming, to beasts being trained, some of them still having trouble being tamed, throwing off goblins who try to ride on their backs, to the fortress built deep within the island of Blackshore. Sighing, she looks at her dress dirtied by blood and sand alike, brushing the black sand off her clothes, stopping as she turns around to some men staring at her, blinking all cutesy to the attention.

"The Butcher!" One calls, grinning at the blood he sees on her body. "Hunting went well, huh? What was it? A chimaera? A Killer fang?"

"...Men," She smiles, her eyes quivering their skins, the men nervously laughing it off as she playfully bounces off into the fort, where she passes goblins and demon foot soldiers alike, keeping guard, bowing as she passes, the vampire stopping as she sees a friend on the balcony overlooking what's in the distance, looking at his green skin dripping of drizzle as he overlooks the black sand and the sea beyond it, looking at the goblin champion sitting in a meditative state.

"Korgak!! Hi!!" She waves to him, the goblin grunting as he recognizes her even without turning around.

"What do you want, vampire?" Korgak answers, his eyes still focused on the view.

"What are you doing?" She asks playfully.

"What concern is it to you?"

"Come on! What are you seeing out there? Anything special? Maybe something we can hunt? Korgy!" She pesters him, Korgak hissing with getting up, walking off with her trailing behind him. "Aww, Korgy. Don't be a letdown, you big grumpy bear. Hey, down ignore me! Korgy! Korgy!! Korgy!!!"

Veins pulling in Korgak's head, a quick step, the vampire dashes back, a dangerous fist like a missile of the champion almost ripping her head clean, the butcher laughing atop him as she levitates.

"You're too slow~ Tsk tsk! You can't be trying to kill your own allies, now can you?" She goes.

"If another doesn't get you, then it shall be me who will dominate you then rip your heart," He warns.

"Ooo, kinky," She crackles loudly. "I'd like to see you try, little goblin. But don't chicken out when I'll be the one dominating"

"You are annoying," Korgak tells her, hearing her giggling with her face going red.

"I know you love me. Just admit it!" She pouts.

"Are you guys threatening to kill each other or are you guys flirting?" A third comes, the both of them looking at a young man with various parts of his body covered up, one of his arms, his neck, one of his leg and half of his face all wrapped in a coat of bandage. "Hey, I'm Quince! Nice to meet you guys"

"What is it that you need, human?" Korgak asks, his eyes mean.

"Commander Elvin sent me to get you guys, Korgak, Ms.Carter. You have a meeting? You guys were given a heads up yesterday, I heard," Quince notifies them, scratching his messy hair.

"Yes, I remember. It is where I'm heading to now," Korgak tells him.

"Hmm, I think you're lying, Korgy. Because I don't remember," Aliyah scratches her thick eyebrow.

"We are not the same, vampire," Korgak simply explains, walking off.

"Hmph! Yes, we are! Thank you, mister," She says to Quince.

"No problem!" He gives her a thumbs up.

And through the cold hallway, they make pace to the meeting, the doors opened to them by the demons who do so for them, meeting eyes with the others who have already taken their seat; many of them who were in the file.

"Good, now that's all of us," Elvin greets them.

"Good boy," Aliyah pats the head of one of the foot soldiers who opened the door, Korgak already finding his seat.

"Now let me just go ahead and start with this...Korgak, your brother is dead," Elvin tells, the hand of the goblin champion gripped against the seat, almost breaking as it begins to crack. "It was reported that a group of adventurers found their hideout in the sanctuary and defeated him, along with one of your sisters too, Sierra. My apologizes, as I am not too familiar with these sisters in this court of yours"

"Oh my, my my, and sadly I've forgotten her name as well," Sierra says, twirling her finger around the amulet on her neck. "Do we know who at least found them?"

"All we do know is that this party was led by a captain of Strongcastle named Arwyn Pryce," The commander says, Arwyn's name ringing in Korgak's head, the goblin suddenly bursting out in laughter.

"I see. He had finally met his match! Zok, that fool! Died to a weakling," Korgak chuckles.

"...Kalf was defeated as well," Elvin tells them, everybody in the room rattled by the news, Sierra getting up furious with her hands stomped against the table.

"What??! Is he dead??" She asks, the weight of her heart heavy as her anger grows.

"Yes. He too was defeated by a captain of Vestland," Elvin says, knowing this captain was carrying the Stormbringer, yet still surprised at his defeat.

"The mad titan!! Defeated in battle?!!" She sounds again. "And what of his supply lines?? What about our weapons and men???"

"They were also taken care of. Many of them. We have no more way of getting resources anymore"

"N-No, not yet. We're aren't ready, are we?"

"Don't worry about that. It seems they haven't found us out yet either. But we'll need to find another way of getting resources"

"Damn it all!! Our time in conquering them will be ruined!" Sierra covers her face, rowing back her short brunette hair as she begins laughing hysterically. "No worries. I never liked working with that bastard in the first place. That's it! We'll find another supplier we can sell our products to"

"And how long do you think that will take us? We've been working with the mad titan for a while now. It won't be easy finding another one. Verencia will not be an easy nation to deal with. We'll have find a way to continue being hidd-" Elvin stops, Sierra's hand being hit against the table once more.

"We'll find one! How dare they do this to us! Do they think they'll get rid of us? Not so easily. Tch!!" She walks, accompanied by another who makes haste behind her, catching the attention of Aliyah who sees this gloomy face girl, Korgak being the third to follow suit.

"I guess this meeting is over? Bye-bye, old man," Aliyah waves, also making behind Korgak, the two of them catching up to others, the gloomy face girl once again catching the attention of Aliyah, her hand reaching to her hair, feeling her black curly texture, halting the group's movement, meeting the beautiful jade-like eyes of the gloomy girl who turns around, viewing the scars like lightning by her left eye as well. "Your eyes are so beautiful, and your hair is so nice. Your name is Caterina, right? Wanna be friends?"

"Huh?" Caterina backs off, weirded out by the vampire getting too close.

"Sierra, how will you go about finding another ally, really?" Korgak asks her.

"Kalf had friends, surprisingly. I'll have them help us. Then we'll be right back on track," She states, Korgak laughing at her plan.

"You make it sound so easy. We have just a couple more months left. It is almost time. Are you still that confident in thinking you'll find another before then??" Korgak questions, and so he irritates Sierra, veins popping in her head.

"Be quiet, you damn goblin. How dare you think you can question me at your level? You have your own goal as well, right? Taking back your land or whatever crap you're on. So sit and watch like the little guard dog you are and wait!! Hmph!!" She walks off once more, Caterina hurriedly getting behind her.

"At your level, you say..." Korgak sounds.

"Hmm, she is cranky today," Aliyah says, Korgak chuckling as he watches her walk, looking at her behind squeezed against her black sewed dress.

***

And so he rids of Aliyah's company, on his own in a dimly lit room, chains tackling, with women who by walls with their skins dirtied and undressed, some watching with broken eyes as Korgak pleasures himself with one of these women, this elven woman gasping at each thrust of Korgak who's hand grips her hair from behind, feeling his every emotion, as the goblin ponders on all that he yearns for; Wanting to conquer Verencia, avenging his name as ironside as his brother had died, and doing the very same thing to Sierra as he's doing to the elven before him, his strength on her hair stronger as in her he finishes, throwing her to the side with the elven making contact with her to head to the wall that she quietly kneels at, the goblin blowing down as he moves on to his next target, standing over with her eyes voice shuddering, screaming as he grabs her.

***

Deeper within their hold, are the screams of more captives, their voices hollowed through the halls that even reaches the ears of the other captives who shiver together like herds of sheep afraid of a nearby wolf, with a strange sign marked on many of them, as in a certain room the sounds play from, are innocent people with all their limbs tied to the chairs, their eyes blood red from the waterfall of tears they've cried, as into their bodies are the goblins with tools in digging into them, one goblin ripping from a woman a precious gem, her ovaries he throws into a basket among many. The procedure finished, those baskets are pushed into another area by these monsters, light glowing on their skins, into the other room they reach, greeted by the presence of Sierra and Caterina.

"Ah yes, at least they aren't hiccups here," Sierra laughs. "It seems we are the only sensible ones around here. Am I not right, Caterina?"

"Yes, madam," Caterina bows, as those organs are taken out by others, women who plant them on tables marked with strange symbols going in a circle.

"Yes, my sisters! Call for them! As they shall serve as our pawns," Sierra declares, as the sisters begin chanting in a language of darkness, the tables before them lighting up with the very essence of the organs blazing into flames that flow within the big circle between them, summoning a greater flame that whooshes into the air, and out of them, appears beast of various kinds that bends and morph into this world, growling and screeching for their presence to be known, smiled upon by Sierra.

***

And in another section, Caterina finds herself between people locked in cells, stopping at one of them as her eyes befall upon a shaken child.

"I want this one," She demands, the goblin opening the cell while taking the child out. "Hello? How are you?"

Caterina lifts the child still shaken, and out of that mess she carries him out, and through the halls, stopping at a painting on the wall of a woman with eyes black as the midnight, many beasts as well as characters of men and women painted around her looking up at her in awe, with the child still shaking in Caterina's arms.

"Eons ago, the Allfather requested something from this lady, and she failed, and was shamed by him. It drove her mad, and into three breakdowns she went into. In her first, she cursed many of her disciples with blood that ran cold, the warmth of their skin gone, cursed to live forever with fangs that marked them as monstrosities. Do you know what I'm talking about?" She asks the boy.

"V-V-Vampires?" The elven boy answers.

"Yes. How smart," She smiles. "And in her second, she poisoned the skin of her elven disciples, creating the grey elves. And in the third, she created soldiers, ones cursed to carry her scent as they live out their days”

"Who is she?"

"A devil. One's that heart has been ruined by the one she wanted to please, she loved him. The goddess of darkness, creator of our kind; all living thing wrong in this world, Jacqawin"

"She's scary"

"Yes. But that's because she's sad right now," Caterina smiles, continuing her walk, getting to her chamber of gleaming sights of flowers all around, with books piled on one another, and toys, most broken, putting the confused boy down in the middle of it all. "What is your name?"

"Leif," He answers.

"Beautiful name," She rubs his head. "From now on, you'll be safe with me, Leif"

"Huh?" He sounds, his eyes twitching as he becomes more stressed.

"Do you not understand what I said?"

"Where's my mommy...?" His voice cracks. "I want my mommy"

"Leif...your mother will no longer be with you, and so, I'll be the one taking care of you"

"What happened to her???" He challenges.

"Well, they've probably sacrificed her by now if she was also taken," She explains.

"H-Huh?? N-No...I want my mommy! Where's my mommy??" He pleads, Caterina sighing as she shakes her head, patting him on the head.

"Leif, please, you know longer must worry about these things. I'll take care of you. Don't worry you're safe here. I picked you, because I could see you were a good boy. You're not going to let me believe otherwise, are you?"

"I...I don't want a new mommy," He breath shakes. "Get away from me!! I want my mommy!! Mommy!!! Save me!!!!"

"Hmm..." She sounds, as her expectation of Leif went down the drain, his words were enough to get to her as angered she becomes, the boy feeling as she strikes him across the face with a slap.

"Don't be ungrateful," She grabs him, Leif looking into eyes that begin twitching as his did. "Stop crying!!!"

And so he hushes up, the twitching in his eyes growing stronger, bursting out into louder tears as he begins calls for his mom once more, Caterina getting up with her eyes getting that same twitch, the boy gushing up once more as he looks into eyes similar as the one he saw in the before, her eyes gone pitch black as if they were devoured by darkness, his legs shaking as he develops into hiccups as well, reminded of the picture of the devil they walked past as he looks up to her.

"I said...I said....quiet!!" Caterina shouts, swiping against him her nails grown sharp, bringing silence to her chamber.