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AHH AHH NO IT HURTS IT HURTS PLEASE
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FILTHY COW", the heir to IronPeak shouted back at the cow-girl under him as he rammed an especially made iron rod into her asshole.
The demi-human slave was tied up to the poles of his bed as he violated her with toys he requested from the family's blacksmith. But to add to the cruelty, next to the bed on a chair was another cow-woman who was tied up to the chair and had a gag in her mouth.
She cried her eyes out as she watched the young master she served violate her daughter who was only 16 years old. This was the worst day of her life. She'd worked her whole life as the Motter family maid to avoid this, but in the end, this young devil saw her daughter once and set his target on her.
"HAH AHAHAHA AHAHA YOU SEE THIS YOU OLD BITCH, this is what happens when you fuck up my food hahaha, I FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER HAHAHA", he laughed devilishly and loud enough for the whole mansion to hear.
Then he went quiet and looked back at the teen who cried from the pain, and his smile turned even more wicked as he stepped back and picked up a thick rope from his chest of toys. Before the mother's eyes, he twisted the rope around her daughter's neck and then tied it to the chair the mother was sitting on.
"UGH Mom…mo—UGh", the teen struggled to breathe as he pulled the chair with the mother sitting on it back, and the rope tightened, strangling her daughter.
MMMMH—MMMMMGH
The mother hit her head on the back of the chair as she struggled against her binds to no avail, and her eyes welled up with tears seeing her daughter squirm on the bed for a breath, but he just kept pulling the chair back.
She couldn't do anything but watch her daughter kick her legs against her binds before she slowly went limp and didn't move anymore…
"Hehehehe, I think she's dead….Heheheeh", the devil laughed into her ear. Under his silk shirt, a gold torch glowed with a deep violet and a thread of black before the light disappeared.
Outside his room, the viscount looked through the slit in the door at the actions of his son. 'This boy…He cannot be my heir. He is unfit to lead my men,' he thought as he left the mansion.
The viscount did not care for the fate of the demi-humans as they were meant to serve and pleasure the nobility of the kingdom; this was only natural in his eyes. After all, he couldn't count how many warrior slaves were killed by his father for cutting him in training by accident, and how many he killed himself to test his sword skills.
"What to do…," Ali said to himself as he stood alone in a street near the centre of the city. The blue light of the magic lamps shone over him. He was holding his cloak in his arm and standing in his tight black shirt.
He'd left Liza behind in the warehouse to help them move out the demi-humans and prepare to smuggle them out before sunrise with Rook's help.
STEP
A very light footstep landed behind him. Ali didn't even turn.
"What do you have for me?", Ali asked, looking up at the full moon in the night sky.
"I found no evidence tying any of the rich to missing children, but fourteen of them had something in common. They all sent and received letters to the head priest of the church in the city. The letters discussed weekly donations to the church. The letters sounded fanatical, some even scared for missing their donation.", Keith reported and slid his hand into a pouch on his belt.
From it, he took out a necklace with a gold torch hanging from it. "I found this on and near all fourteen of them," Keith said.
Ali turned and took the necklace. The moment his hand touched it, his wrist burned, signalling very faint traces of Origin on it. Keith looked up slowly at Ali. He saw Ali stare at the necklace before suddenly his eyes transformed into violet draconic eyes. Keith immediately snapped his head to the ground, not daring to look back up at Ali, who was now giving the necklace a second look with Bahamut's eyes.
'I can see the demonic energy on it…', Ali thought as he watched a thin fog of purple float around the torch and sometimes enter or exit it. But after a minute, all the fog entered the torch as if entering a container of sorts.
'It stores demonic energy; also, this thing is very close to mana, but it doesn't flow at all; it's more like a hive of sorts. Mana flows through everything; I can see it in the air if I wanted, but man never gathers like this unless a mage wills it to for a spell. On the other hand, this demonic energy or mana, whatever you call it, naturally gathers together and binds to each other. Like it's meant to be used for a spell; it doesn't require a mage to will it so or focus on condensing it. Makes it enticing to use, I suppose.', Ali thought to himself before he threw it to Keith, who caught it surprised.
"Lord?", Keith said.
"Return it and go help Keith. Also, inform him of the identity of the fourteen. And don't go near the church; nobody goes there…", Ali said, turning around with his eyes returning to normal.
"Lord, if I may?", Keith said in his composed voice as always. He never said a word more than he had to.
"Go on."
"What do you think is happening? Why would the church have people of power like them kidnap children? Do they not have enough orphans to be trained into priests?", Keith asked as he himself found this very mysterious and strange.
'How much should I tell him?', Ali thought before opening his mouth to answer, "Those kids are not being trained to become priests; all I will tell you is that an evil has made the church its home.", Ali said, walking away while Keith opened his eyes wide.
'It can't be…He couldn't mean a…A demon is in the Church of True Flame. How is that even possible? There is a Paladin there right now.', Keith thought before he vanished from under the lamp.
Ali kept walking through the empty streets, his gold mask on as he enjoyed the scenery of the city. He liked the architectural style of IronPeak; it was very medieval-like but with hints of modernity to it, touches of magic here and there.
"Hey, careful with that…Don't push too hard, take your time." Ali heard the sound of wheels turning over the stone road and slid into an alley to watch a massive artillery weapon get pulled on wheels by giant hoses and men on either side.
The giant-sized crossbow had a small glass tube attached to its end, and in the tube, a crystal blue gem was flying up and down the tube.
Ali watched engineers and workers push it down the empty road with a mage shouting at them from behind.
'Is that for my pets? Looks interesting…', Ali thought as he crossed the road after they were gone. After a five-minute stroll, he found himself standing before a five-story tower-like building with a large sign that translated to "Ecstasy of the Night", if the name was clue enough.
Ali was looking at a Brothel.
At the large double doors were two bald-headed men with axes on their backs. Ali could sense the level three aura on them as he walked up to them.
The two saw Ali, and their lazy demeanour vanished right away. Instead, their warrior instinct and experience warned them. This man was dangerous, very dangerous.
"Is it open? I don't see any other customers?", Ali asked as he noticed that the street was very empty. Taverns were quiet, and even the brothel of the city was empty as he also heard nothing from inside.
"We're open, sir. Please go ahead and enjoy…", one of them said.
Ali nodded and walked into the doors opened for him by the guards before they closed it behind him. Inside, Ali came upon an interesting scene.
The Brothel was empty of customers inside, as he thought, with plush pink couches empty and counters to bars empty. There was a circular stair at the centre of the first level that reached every floor of the brothel, where dozens of empty rooms were.
But Ali's eyes were on a short human woman in her forties with heavy make-up on, and her fat folds barely held in by her skin-tight silk dress. She was holding a whip in her hand; the whip had small metal balls at the end that made sure to leave marks on the victim.
Before her were seven demi-human girls; they were all very pretty and wearing bikini-like clothes, only hiding their breasts and crotch. The girls looked terrified from their master's whip, except one who stood there defiant and looking the human lady back in the eyes with fighting spirit.
"You filthy little animals don't learn a lesson, do you? How dare you stab one of my customers? Do you know how much gold I had to pay him, ha? How are you going to repay me? I should sell you little clean virgins to the filthiest mercenaries I know…They will violate you day and night; you will experience a thousand cocks before they use you as bait for GOBLINS", she shouted as she raised her whip, ready to hit one of them.
"Madam", a cat-girl said from behind her; she looked in her mid-twenties and wore a pretty dress that highlighted her seductive figure.
"WHAT?", the brothel madam shouted, turning around.
Then she saw Ali standing there watching her; "We have a customer", the cat-girl said with a confident tone; she didn't sound like a broken husk as many of the girls turned to slaving here.
All of them turned to Ali; their eyes first landed on his muscles that showed through his skin-tight shirt, then their eyes travelled up to his gold mask and black eyes.
"Oh, forgive me, please…", the madam said, walking up to Ali in a lady-like manner, the opposite of what she was about to do just now.
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