Day 22
[Siphon]
[You've consud the blood of an LVL: 21 - Orc]
[455 points of EXP has been acquired and stats have been added]
As I was indulging in my carnal desire of ravenously gouging the arrogant prick of an orc, whilst everybody around stared in muted horror at the scene, I was all of a sudden interrupted by the clatter of tal-clad feet scuttling over the ground.
Tearing my head from the shredded throat of my victim with blood both covering and dripping from my face, I spotted twelve heavily armored orcs swiftly filing into the courtyard. They all lined up next to each other, forming a half-circle wall around with their weapons drawn and pointed directly at .
Although those orcs were all highly leveled and trained, when I locked eyes with them I could not only see the slight tremble of their weapons but also sll the fear creeping up their spines and shaking the very foundations of their wills and bravery.
The sight of my currently gory and bloody state, combined with my crimson-red gaze and terrifying bloodlust that seeped into my intent, I honestly couldn't bla them for fearing the much stronger and feral creature eyeing them for a snack.
I had to actively restrain my desire to just dash and tear their limbs and heads off too, simply so I wouldn't begin indulging in my desire for a fest of slaughter. But knowing these were the guards of the Mistress' I highly doubted that it would in my best interest if chose to. With a great ntal effort, I managed to slightly quell the manic bloodlust encompassing my mind.
Behind the row of orc guards, I could see the approaching form of a small and round creature. I couldn't imdiately recognize the creature through the haze of my mind. But as it swatted the tal shins of one the orcs blocking its way, the creature ca to sight while walking past the orc parting way for it.
"Not even a day before you go and ss things up you stupid fucking git!? Who the fuck told you to go and damage the Mistress' property right before the Mauling was about to begin!? -Hmph! Good fodder isn't exactly easy to co by on short notice, you know?" - Jeerbal
It was the gremlin, Jeerbal, who I had t just before getting thrown in here. I could only blankly stare at the diminutive creature currently fuming.
"Urgh- why would the Mistress' put such a volatile creature within the fodder... mmm... orcs... stupid gits..."
As he was talking, he slowly trailed off in a mumble while looking towards one of the closest orc guards. Holding his hand out, palm facing upwards, he obviously needed sothing from them.
Hurriedly, one of the orcs standing in line scurried over and placed an old-looking and rusty tal branding iron in the gremlin's outstretched hand. Standing with the branding iron in his hand, he inspected it almost... lovingly?
In silence, we all just stared at the plumb and diminutive greenskin. Suddenly realizing that everybody was just staring, the gremlin looked angrily at the guards.
"You gits! What are you all gawking at? Go over and restrain him already! -stupid... ugly... damn orc gits..." - Jeerbal
I didn't resist the orcs as they tentatively took my arms and locked them in a hold. With a key, they opened the chanism in my shackles that held my hands together without actually taking them off. This allowed them to pull my hands behind .
I was now currently sitting on my knees with my arms pulled backward in a lock by two orc guards. Slowly the gremlin, Jeerbal, approached while twirling the rusty-looking branding iron in his hand.
I had no idea what it was for, but I doubted he'd use it for anything pleasant. I knew that there were going to be repercussions from killing the orc but I wasn't sure how severe seeing as they practically ignored the orcs breaking and raping the catgirl who was still unconsciously laying in one of the open sleeping chambers, plus the one I had just killed was very weak and most likely not valuable.
But in my haze of anger and bloodlust, I simply couldn't care less for so punishnt. Standing before , the gremlin just had a sinister smirk, sardonically plastered on his ugly and wretched face. Suddenly a dark premonition began taking over my mind...
-maybe I underestimated those repercussions...
"You know... I don't get to use this as often. It's quite a sha honestly, it's the greatest gift given to by the Mistress herself! But seeing as you unruly and dumb gits are in short order, I will make sure that I savor every last bit of using it." - Jeerbal
"You know? This is actually quite the honor, to be deed worthy enough for a brand from the great Jeerbal himself." - Jeerbal
Grimacing in annoyance at the over-the-top narcissistic gremlin, I locked eyes with him, who surprisingly seed completely unfazed by my bloodlust. Touching so runes inscribed onto the branding iron, I'm suddenly stunned at the dark-purple light that began lighting them up one by one.
At the end of the branding iron, that was usually heated up by the use of a furnace or fire, it began radiating a sinister dark-purple haze of smokey darkness.
There was no mistaking it, this was the Mistress' magic.
Wait... this actually reminds of Lily's odd stone that sucked out all of my magic. It too had runes engraved into it. Does this an you can actually engrave magic onto objects?
My wandering thoughts were quickly swept away as the now glowing branding iron in Jeerbal's hand was now pointing straight towards . Looking into Jeerbal's eyes, I could easily see the pure malignant and sadistic nature of this little creature flashing across them.
"Fufufu- Don't try anything stupid now. Only more punishnt is coming your way if you resist, you stupid git -fufufu." - Jeerbal
Ever so slowly the malevolently grinning gremlin lowered the branding iron to hover above my chest. As he suddenly closed the last few inches of distance between my carapace-like skin and the branding iron, my mind was suddenly turned into a world of blinding pain.
[You have taken 1 damage!]
This was no pain of rely having my skin scorched, no, this was a mind rending pain of feeling my entire being getting torn apart. Whatever this branding iron was doing to , it was much more than just leaving a mark on my skin.
This pain topped anything that I had ever experienced since coming to this world, and the shrill scream that tore free from my throat was a grim affirmation of that.
As I scread the sadistic little gremlin let out a growl of dark pleasure. The pain shooting out into my body was mind-shattering as I could barely process a single thought.
Although I was deadly and fast, my power didn't lay in strength. So even as my body tensed and struggled against the hold created by the guards, my strength was nowhere near that of orcish might.
My screams began ever so slowly to turn hoarse and pitched but my mind unexpectedly didn't give out. While the Conqueror's Will that burned deep within was an imnsely powerful trait, in my current situation, it had beco a double-edged sword as it didn't allow my mind to tap out and invite the blissful state of unconsciousness.
"What? Still conscious? Fufufufu, perfect -no, marvelous!" - Jeerbal
[You have taken 1 damage!]
With the sadistic look in his eyes growing even sharper, he slowly began pressing the branding iron even deeper into my body.
I didn't think it was possible, but the pain flared even greater. Now sound wouldn't even leave my mouth, as my body was contorted in a silent scream to the air. With saliva and foam frothing from my mouth and the convulsions of my body, my pain was unmistakable.
But apparently, the lack of hearing my misery didn't dissuade the sadistic gremlin as rely seeing how much pain and agony I was in was more than enough for him.
By now, an almost orgasmic look was plastered all over the little fucker's ugly face. At his lower region, you could even see the obvious but tiny tent in the cloth covering his rather unimpressive nethers.
The disgusting creature was getting off to this.
With the unimaginable pain coursing through my body, my mind had already seized any function of constructing coherent thoughts as my mind had turned into a blazing landscape of agony and misery.
But to the relief now flooding my mind, which barely even managed to pick up on, the pain suddenly began to reside.
"W-what? NO! no-no-no, this was just getting good!" - Jeerbal
The runes on the branding iron that Jeerbal was using to torture , had begun to slowly dim out. With the dimming of the magic, the effect also stopped.
Apparently, the tool had run out of juice.
With my body not tensed up anymore due to the pain residing, I just hanged limply in the hold of the two orcs behind . But while the pain was pretty much gone, sothing else now plagued my body.
The ghost pains of what I had just experienced continued to wreak havoc on my mind. Although this was not nearly as painful and agonizing as the pain I had just gone through, it was like a dull but heavy headache thumping in my head spreading pain throughout my body.
Swinging the branding iron around in the air, as if to try and shake so more power into it, the vile gremlin howled pathetically in anger like so overly spoiled kid who's toy just broke.
"DAMMIT IT ALL!" - Jeerbal
In a fit, he threw the branding iron to the side, letting into dig into the ground. Puffing in anger, he looked around. When he locked eyes onto my wrecked form, hanging piteously in the guards hold, the look of anger in his eyes softened.
As he was already very short, he didn't need to crouch to be at face height with currently held up by the orc guards. Sweetly cupping my cheek, almost as if caringly, he lifted my slumped head up to et his gaze.
Barely seeing through the haze encompassing my mind, the hatred in my eyes suddenly flared as the disgusting and ugly mug of Jeerbal the gremlin was only inches away.
"Yes... yes! That's the spirit... hmm, yes... You're quite a special git, you know that?" - Jeerbal
Caressing my cheek with the back of his gnarled and crooked hands, I'm disgusted as his wretched voice enters my ears again.
"You better not die on tomorrow, you hear? I'm looking forward to the -mmm, special, tis we're going to have together." - Jeerbal
Looking to the two orc guards holding , he suddenly snaps his gnarled and elongated fingers. On cue, they both let go of the hold on my arms, letting my body thump into the ground, almost as if lifelessly.
"We're leaving." - Jeerbal
Taking the lead, Jeerbal walked away from my limb body, laying on the sandy ground of the yard, as the guards filed in behind him. Barely able to see his back in the corner in my eyes, the burning intensity in my will only grew stronger.
He was going to pay with sothing a thousand tis worse than what I had just experienced...
As he was leaving, he suddenly turned around. He was looking around almost as if he forgot sothing. Locking his gaze on the branding iron that he'd thrown to the side, he hurriedly scuttled over to pick it up into his embrace with a possessive look in his devious eyes.
"Mm- stupid... athead orcs... ku-ku..." - Jeerbal
As the gremlin returned to walking out of the yard, his mumbles began to slowly get lower and more muffled as darkness had finally begun to claim my mind.
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