"Get your hands off of me!" Claire stubbornly snapped at one of the men ogling her with hungry faces, wearing smug and jeering faces as they stared at the bound bountiful maidens, all looking terrified and wistful.

Many women were brought to a wide, torch-lit room that looked like a castle from the inside, decorated the same way, but with worn out carpets, chandeliers, and many other things including the throne, where one man with long, white hair, sat confidently with his legs crossed, looking at his treasure troves of wealth and beauty with patience and bliss.

"I have subdued many other maidens to, yet merely looking at you all sates my hunger. Why is that? Might what I have been yearning for be in front of me. You all will be well to serve as my concubines. Beauty unlike any the continent, or possibly the world, has never seen before. I have the riches and the ability to make more. Devoted followers and power. What more could one such as I want, is the question," he said to himself, focusing his eyes on the two golden-haired maidens looking away from him.

"You two especially, have caught my attention. Holding myself back may be a sin," he stood up to reveal his entire image, wearing a dark, regal coat, one fit for such a character.

He then took slow and steady steps towards the maidens, the sound of his boots echoing with every step, showing more and more of his cunningly pale face and red eyes that shone through the darkness.

Kneeling in front of Cecil, he held her chin, looking directly at her eyes, "You, especially, have a hidden secret, don't you? I can feel it, resonating deep within me, as if we were fated to meet here, to be united. Not just you, but everyone here is my treasure. Now, why don't you submit to me? I can grant you any wish that I can bestow," he brought his face close to her, his breath could be felt.

He retreated at the last second, leaving Cecil to tremble in disgust of the man before her, wanting to say the name of her savior, but cannot, due to the fear of something happening to them if she became restless.

"And you as well, my dear. Fear not, for I would never forget a face such as yours. A captivating, silent beauty, a true maiden indeed! I will relish in the fact that you are mine. I will never let anyone take you, for nothing can defeat me! My power has made many tremble, and so will you, in time," he faced Beatrice, who instinctively turned away from fear of the man who came close.

"No, there is already someone whom I desire. Not you, and never you," she said as a means to fight back.

"Oh? Interesting. Who might this man be? Reveal his name, and I shall make sure that I am the only one you shall seek."

She held her tongue, thinking that she should not dare to reveal his name, otherwise he would be put to danger. Yet, the name kept on surfacing from her mind, as if it wanted itself to be known, not that she protested the idea. She greatly considered it, seeing as her feelings, developing as they were, are true and pure.

"He is someone whom you'll never be able to defeat no matter how strong you become. That is just how much of a person he is. Your entire being pales in comparison to his."

"Then tell me if you are so confident in this man. Or is he merely a fiction of your imagination. None can stand against me, and with my power growing ever so slowly, I will become absolute. Now I shall ask one last time. What is the knave's name?"

"Larrus."

Cecil and Claire looked at Beatrice with wide eyes, as if they had something to say.

"Please restrain yourself from my sister. If you will torment someone, then do so with me. I will take any punishment you give to the others, just spare them," Julia valiantly, and composedly said while looking begrudgingly at the man.

"Silence! Anger will simply make your beauty disappear, and will make you useless to me. Calm yourself, woman. I decide who to satisfy myself with. But with, I shall make you tremble just as you wish," he then came towards her, feeling her tempting, soft, and smooth, proportionate body with his hand, making her shudder.

Just then, the large doors of the castle opened abruptly, cutting him off, and revealing a beam of light and a group of people whom the man considered as his minions and subordinates.

"Lord! We've captured these people trying to find us!" the men brought handful of people wearing cracked and worn-out armor, all tied together by a sturdy line of rope.

"This better be worth my time," the man said, retreating and looking angrily at his subordinates.

"I'm sure you'll like this one, my lord!" he presented a female soldier, one who had a more formal looking attire than the rest, worn out, but not entirely dead. "These soldiers say that she's their Commander."

"Interesting. Give her to me. I shall be the judge of whether she is worthy of me," he beckoned to them.

"Ah, a maiden of the sword. Intriguing. You might be able to sate my power’s hunger," he held the sleeping maiden’s chin, looking to consume her at this very moment, drawing his lips close to hers.

But before he could do as he wanted, a voice from the line of soldiers roared out, calling the attention of many others in attendance, including the girl in the lecherous man's arms.

"Don't you dare lay your hands on her!" a man who had countless of scars and wounds all across his beaten body.

He had somehow broken through the rope that bound his wrists, but at the cost of them bleeding painfully.

The man had subdued one of the guards beside him, skillfully disarming and taking his sword as to arm him with it.

"You damned pirates! I'll make you all pay for having killed our allies. And what's more, I will not allow you to soil her," his eyes looked bloodshot, aggressive and on edge as he pointed his blade on the man, who looked unimpressed by the threat.

As the girl awoke, she started to remember and realize what had happened after their ship had been sunk, forcing her to realize what is happening around her now.

The first, she saw an image of Morgan, who held a sword despite looking to be on death's door. And the second, was the feeling of someone's arms around her, a cold, disturbing aura that made her uncomfortable.

"Where, am I?" she said, drawing Morgan's attention.

"Commander! Don't worry. I will save you from this pirate."

"Morgan? What's happening?" she started looking around, seeing the man who was holding her closely.

Once laying her eyes on him, her composure disappeared, and only disgust was there, the only thing giving her enough power to at least push herself away from this man.

"Let go of me! Who are you and what do you want?" she struggled to escape, but by no means was it difficult for the man to restrain her in place, rather, looking more amused at her pitiful attempt at it.

The man focused his breathing, disregarding the numerous hostile guards surrounding him, instead, suppressing his attention on only one thing, "I will save you, Commander. No matter what."

"Is that so? Well then, let us not keep the crowd waiting. Show us what you can do," the man said, halting the guards from making a move, the rest of the captive women watching the suspense filled rescue.

"Take this!" the man leapt, cutting downwards sharply and precisely, as if his various wounds had not existed, thus not hindering his actions.

The man evaded while holding the girl captive still, waltzing around playfully in an attempt to make his anger grow more and more.

"You are skilled, that much I can say. But this is your limit," the man stood idly, waiting with a sly smile, successfully provoking Morgan as he dashed fast, lowering his sword to his left side, then slashing upwards, avoiding the girl and targeting only the man.

From the view of many others, the winner was clearly decided there, seeing as how such a well-planned slash, backed up with power fueled by intent can defeat many foes with the right mind.

He who held the sword was also fooled, submerged in silence once the victory he thought he had rightfully won, was shattered right before him, reduced to nothing but dust in the wind.

The man precisely held the tip of the sword with his thumb and index finger, looking maliciously at the man beneath his eyes with a smile, as if fear told Morgan what would happen next; his face also changing to that of fear and anger.

"Morgan! Get away from him, now!" the girl yelled out a warning, one which Morgan heard loud and clear, yet he could not do.

He was petrified, the piercing gaze of his red, unfailing eyes saw through him, invading even the deepest confines of his head, enough to make one deranged and go insane.

The man smiled, not speaking as he brought the sword up, tracing it until he held the sword at the middle, then shattering it by applying pressure using only his fingers.

Without delay, and with the man's sword broken, he pulled his wrist with the same arm, drawing him close and then impaling him with straightened hand, going right through his body, spurting blood in many directions, including the lecherous man's clothes, which he grimaced upon.

"You've gotten my clothes dirty. It just shows that you deserve such a punishment. Now, give me your life, your energy, and sate my hunger with your fear..." his voice softly echoed through the entire castle, resonating within the man's ears as he began spitting out blood from his mouth.

"C-Comman-der, I-I'm sorry. I could-n't protect you. *cough* *cough* I-I lo-, " Morgan slowly reached out to the girl as he dropped his sword, rapidly losing his life, yet using the remainder of it to look at her, reaching out with his trembling hand.

"That is enough of a show, isn't it? You've had your time, now rest forever in the underworld," the man spoke with a certain type of joy in his voice, followed by him launching Morgan's body across the room after he retracted his hand from his body, kicking him away.

He held his hand out, surrounding his bloodied arm with water, which drained the blood and cleaned his skin and sleeve, as if it were never there.

"M-Morgan?" she said, staring at his deceased comrade, who died with his eyes open, bleeding in the corner. She then started wailing aggressively, losing her composure completely after having him die right before him, some of his blood was on her face as well, making the memory a permanent one.

"Now, now. Calm down. There is no need to lose control," he held her in place, then delivered a chop on the side of her neck, forcing her to slumber silently.

"Take her and prepare her for me tonight. That man's fear and energy have sated my hunger, unfortunately. Since I have many other matters to attend to for today, I want all these maidens at my chamber by night, and if you even dare touch one of them, you will receive the same punishment as that man over there, or much worse. Understand?" handing the girl over to one of the guards, he started walking away, hearing nothing from the crowd that watched him easily kill a man.

They could say nothing, and all they could do was pray for someone to rescue them.

"I shall repeat myself for it is a very complicated thing. My eyes, which I was born with naturally, had the gift of seeing clearly through anything, far and wide, which is why I use this band of cloth, imbued with a special spell, to restrain my vision, since the powers that it emits draws monsters and demons towards me. But, I know how to make use of them, not for infamy, but for the greater good, or whichever is more ethical."

"That's pretty amazing. Can you see the future with those eyes if you're strong enough?"

"It might be, but doing so might create unprecedented damage upon which I have been told by my teachers during my youth of training. I have yet to know the limits of this power of mine, which I fear as well. Too much power will drown you and suffocate you in the end, my friends. It is best to know when you are content with something."

"Such wisdom. You truly deserve the name of Sage with the way that you think, and with the ability that you possess."

After having returned from the dungeons, the man brought Zafra and Larrus back to the surface with the help of his spirits, and then to his house, where Roy, Andersen, and Remuil awaited their return anxiously.

They were placed on beds and made to recover as they slept peacefully, covered in bruises and wounds, which made them wonder how they got them.

The man eventually told them the story after he had rested his energy, surprising Roy as he was unsure whether to believe the story or not.

Moving back to the present, the man sat with Andersen and Remuil, who listened keenly with what he had to say, and the stories that he told while Roy nursed the two sleeping adventurers back to health, effectively doing his role like an experienced person in that occupation would.

"I would have liked to introduce myself after your friends, Zafra and Larrus have awoken, but I see no problem in doing so now. My name is Cyrus Platinum, the so-called all-seeing Sage. My occupation is to exorcise and cleanse demonic artifacts and beings using techniques of a wide variety. Oh, and don't worry too much about my blindfold. I can see you all very clearly, and it only serves to suppress the powers of my eye, like I have said earlier," the blindfolded man had changed into his white, clean robes, having cleaned himself after a very long day.

"I'm Remuil Enraf. Remuil's alright. It's nice to meet you, Cyrus. I'm an adventurer from Regulus in Zeal."

"And I am Andersen Europe. Andersen would do. I am also with Remuil, and with Zafra and two others who are not with us right now. Thank you for letting us reside in your home."

"Do not think too much of it. You have earned my everlasting thanks for agreeing to Roy's request, not knowing what lies beyond. To me, you are friends, if you'll allow my arrogance," she smiled at them as he said his words, drawing equal smiles from the two.

"Here, teacher. Brewed leaves from the Nilny plant. It's a bit hot still, so be careful," Roy came from the kitchen, carrying a tray with three cups of hot beverages, serving them with enthusiasm and diligence. "Here you go, Remuil, Andersen. It's teacher's favorite drink. Try it!"

"Thank you, Roy. As always you have been a very great help to me," Cyrus said, patting him on the head.

Roy left to attend to Zafra and Larrus once more, doing various housework along the way, as if he owned the house.

"Mhmm! This is really good! I can't really tell what it tastes like, but it erases your fatigue!" Remuil said, after taking a sip.

"At first, it was a rare wild leaf with no real use at all, one found in the farthest forests of the south-west. Roy and I cultivated the plant and made it into beverage that cleanses one's body. But, I want to ask you two about something I've been curious about."

"Ask away."

"We know not of how much help we will be, but I shall do my best."

"Very well. I will get straight to the point. Is your friend, Larrus, a human? I wondered because of the immense ability he possesses. It's inhuman, so to speak," silence ensued after he asked, like it was something odd.

"Well... how do I explain this. I don't really know much since he rarely talks about himself. We were surprised as well when we saw his ability, fighting off the impossible in a way that we've never seen before. I don't know if he's always been that way," Remuil said, wracking his brains, trying to come up with an answer.

A long while had passed, and the night drew near. They had been well acquainted with each other, engaging in small talk and the like.

Larrus and Zafra had awoken, introduced to Cyrus, and him to them, filling the two on what they've missed while sleeping and recovering.

"So you came down there because of the shards, huh?"

"Yes, but they were already destroyed by that time. Sealing its powers did not prove difficult because of it. Now, on to the very core of your doubts. You came here wanting something from me, correct?"

"Yeah. You're our last hope. We don't have anything else to go with for information. Is it possible to find someone like that?" Larrus asked, anxiously waiting for the verdict.

"Indeed, that is possible using my power. Your friends have told me the important parts of your ventures, so I won't delay much further. Come, sit in front of me, and I will use the power of my eyes, to traverse the lands and find your missing comrades with haste!" he said, untangling his blindfold, revealing his eyes, with looked normal, but shined a bright sky blue, as if it contained within it the vast sky, one that drew their stares without them knowing.

"Now, let us see," his eyes started to glow, and his hands as well, creating a circular rune with etching and marking upon it.

"Now we are here. The long awaited moment of mine. Tonight we shall all dwell upon the majesty that is bliss and euphoria!" the man reveled as he stood in front the many bound up women in front of him, which he eyed greedily.

Many of those present were Cecil, Julia, Beatrice, Robin, and the girl whom was called the naval Commander.

They were given thin robes and tunics, forced from the comfort of their clothes, and presented in a way that the man had wanted it.

His room was wide and spacious, lit up by bright lights made up of magic, the rest of the room was meticulously decorated for the occasion, carrying with it a rather fitting atmosphere, one that would be appropriate for someone that the women and girls would like, and not with the man in front of them.

Delving deep into a frenzy, he snapped his fingers, making his dark clothing disappear in an instant, readying him.

He immediately pulled one of the other women first, yelling and weeping as she pleaded for him to stop the atrocities, which he ignored, aggressively taking her lips as he silenced her, followed by him slowly feeling her smooth skin, tracing his finger upon it, making his senses tingle with anticipation.

"Such a pure maiden. I will show you and guide you, fear not. You will give in soon, but first, drown yourself in ecstasy," he said, laying himself on her bare body as the well-endowed, young, and beautiful girl shuddered, unable to move as the man had strength that she could not best.

Not delaying it any further, he impaled her with his sword, embracing her tightly as she grabbed his shoulders in pain, yelling softly as tears fell from her eyes.

"Ah, a virgin. My power grows from taking such a pure hearted soul's heart. It simply makes me stronger!" he became vigorous in his ways, shaking his hips faster and faster, turning her terrified screams and yells into ecstatic moans, turning her whole personality inside out in just a few moments.

Those who were present in the room could not bear to watch, trying to not succumb to the fear of what might happen to them.

"I thirst for more. One does not sate me!" he said as the first one he took simply rested on his bed, unable to move a muscle after exhausting her energy, mostly after her legs were made numb.

Without delay, he took another one, doing the same thing, then another, then two, applying an aggressive beat, which the girls and women were forced to like, a method that they ended up liking in the long run since they were filled with a feeling and sensation that they had yet to feel in their life.

"Ah, the taste of virgin maidens is unlike anything in the world," he said, gloriously standing in front of his bed, looking at the crowd of women and girls passed out everywhere, his weapons still erect and full of energy.

A long time had passed, and he had exhausted most of his captured slaves, making them unconscious with his inhuman stamina and forceful intercourse, now directing his attention to his main course, namely the five he had taken deep interests in, ignoring the other handful women who looked relieved to be ignored, yet still terrified.

Eyeing the female Commander who shuddered alone, he took her into his grasp, forcing her to struggle, flailing her arms everywhere, attempting to escape from his hold desperately.

Successfully smacking him in the cheek, the man responded with an irritated stare, one that seemed to tire of her antics.

"I admire the struggle, but if you won't submit, then I'll have to resort to more, unwanted means," he placed his finger in the middle of her chest, tracing it intricately as to create a symbol, one that seemed to glow red after he had marked it on her.

"In a few moments, the curse will take effect, and you will be filled with lust and rapture that will grow more and more intense as time passes without it disappearing. The only way to remove it is to have intercourse. That's when I shall return to you. But for now, let us move on," he placed her back down to where she sat, looking at someone else.

He walked up to them, looking deviously into Cecil's eyes, "You'll be the first of the main course then," he reached out, whereas Cecil looked away, unable to do anything but resist and keep her faith in him, repeating his name over and over in her head, hoping that he does come.

"Cecil, stay strong!"

"Despicable..."

"You promised that I would take their place. You truly are a fiend among fiends!"

Those who were acquainted with Cecil started showering the man with insults, the only thing they could think of doing as their arms and legs were bound up.

"Now, now. Behave and you will get fair, gentle treatment," he picked her up, whereas she fought, but did nothing to damage him. Then he reached for Beatrice, carrying both of them in his arms easily.

Laying the two down on the bed, he eyed them proudly, removing their tunics and robes to reveal their goddess-like bodies, those of which were purer and riper than any he had laid eyes upon.

"The magnificence! You two must be divine beings! Ha ha ha! I have stumbled upon the greatest jewels I could have ever crossed on!" he said, slowly reaching out to both of them... But he was interrupted by a loud knock on his door, repeatedly banging on it as if something grave had happened.

"Lord! there's some people out there attacking us! They're strong and beating us down like nothing! We need your help!" the man begged more, banging even louder on his door.

"Handle it. I'm too busy to bother with such trivialities," he returned his attention to them, resuming from where he left off.

Again, just before he could do anything, the door behind him opened with a loud bang, as if kicked aside, strong enough to take them off their hinges.

"L-Larrus?!" those who knew him called out, surprised and relieved to see that their wishes had come true, blinking a few times to see if he was a mirage or an illusion.

Without speaking, he walked forward, nearing the man who pinned the two girls down on the bed.

"What is it now? I thought I told you to handle whatever it was! - " he turned around, surprised to see a man with brown hair and eyes, wearing a minimal set of armor, and holding a sword in one arm, death present in his eyes, petrifying his voice and body for a split second.

He jumped onto the bed, taking the man by the neck and raising him up for everyone to see, then throwing him to the open doorway.

"Who the hell are you to ruin my amusement?" he asked, pointing at him as he emitted a strong, demon-like aura.

All Larrus did was look at him, forcing the man to quiver and retreat, quickly taking with him a hostage, the female Commander, then running into the shadows.

Covering those naked on the bed with the bed sheets, he jumped off the bed, he nonchalantly went back into the darkness, chasing the man while walking.

"Larrus, you came! I always knew you would!" Cecil said, attempting to join him as he started walking away, Beatrice following nervously as well, delighted to see him as she smiled more brightly than she had even done before.

He stopped for only a second, taking a sharp glance back at the two, "Stay here. I'll take care of him and come back for all of you," he spoke in a serious voice and a ferocious aura, one that Beatrice and the other had never seen before, but one that Cecil was oddly familiar with.

"Wait, there's something off about him, it's as if he was possessed. Be careful," said Cecil, understanding his motifs and words, sitting calmly, resting her body which felt strained the entire time she resisted the man's grasp.

The man stumbled through the hallway, not knowing what he was up against, forcing him to move to the main royal hall, where the throne was located.

With a snap of a finger, his dark attire returned, and his power resurfaced as well after he had calmed himself down, having enough time of silence to think to himself.

"Who was that man?!" he said to himself, wondering why he feared him with merely a look.

But, before he could further think through it, boot steps could be heard emerging from the darkness where he came from.

"Stay back, otherwise I'll kill this one," he confidently held the girl, who looked ill and shivering, close, placing his clutches near her neck.

Larrus took another step forward, not looking to care with the expression in his eyes, brandishing his sword menacingly.

Laying her down, the man held his hand out, making a trident emerge from thin air, possessing a strange glow of which power emanated from.

"Very well then. You dare barge on me, then threaten me? I shall not stand for this. I have power unlike anything you've ever seen. And soon, you will quake in fear after realizing your mistake.

The man's aura became thick, surrounding him and giving him power that could be compared somewhat to a disciple, but much smaller in proportion.

"Ha!" larrus lunged forward, closing the gap between them in seconds, stabbing the man, who was in the middle of transforming and amassing power.

"Wha-what happened?" he looked at him from close range, being sucked into his glare as Larrus drove his sword further into the man's body, twisting it, forcing blood to expel from his body, ruining his organs, which bled continously.

"Gah- ack! No, stop!" he begged, losing life quickly as Larrus threw him to a wall, leaving him there to bleed to death.

Wiping the blood off of him, he ran towards the girl, who shivered in place, unable to control her body as it longed for something.

Upon carrying her into his arms, he recognized her face quickly, flinching and returning to his normal personality.

"Wait, are you that Commander from Helia?!"

"Please... Help me! I ca-I can't hold it in any longer! I might lose it if this goes on!" she begged, wrapping her arms around him, grasping his shoulders tightly, enough to make him wince in a split second of pain.

"What exactly is wrong with you?" he asked frantically as her state became worse and worse, not knowing what's wrong with her.

"I-I need you to make love to me, ah! Other-wise, this curse won't go away!" her grasp became tighter, not allowing him to leave.

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"YES! Just do it already. My head, I'm losing it!"

"Fine. Don't hold it against me. I'm pretty backed up as well, so no hard feelings," Larrus said, taking off her tunic and using it as their makeshift bed, where he placed her shuddering frame down on.

He undressed as well, revealing his impressively toned body, and his already erect weapon shaped like a mammoth's tusk, which is impressively long as well.

"Hey, calm down will you? There's a process to this, not unless you want to do it painfully. Just calm down and let me lead. Not like I'm a complete amateur at this," he said, caressing her body as to calm her down, focusing her mind on something else.

He then felt up her chest, which were firm and average in size and shape, not to mention sensitive, as he started drawing her focus there.

After preparing her, making her secrete fluids on her lower nether region, he drew close to her face, "Alright, don't worry about anything. Just leave it to me," he said, gazing deeply into her eyes, where she responded with a deep kiss, latching onto him without any warnings.

In the heat of the moment, Larrus commenced with the intercourse, forcing a few painful moans here and there, but eventually making her feel a bit better as he created a rhythmic pattern similar to a veteran, pleasuring her every crevice with his weapon.

"Here it goes!" he said, firing his finale out, forcing a sweet moan from her, signaling the end of the intercourse.

Covering her up, with some of his clothes, he noticed that a mark on her chest started disappearing, then fading as if it were never ther in the first place.

He stood up, putting on some of his clothes back, then carrying the unconscious female commander in his arms, returning to the room to save the rest of the captives with a proud face saying, "Thank you very much!"