Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Chapter 136 : • Upon All Hallows Eve

AT THE SCHOOL OF WIZARDRY, the elite institute of young magicians—turning wayward royals into would-be witches and saving heirs from their own pampered felony—Rafel brought in the chained, naked woman to the stricken faces of the patrols and few students who were conversing on the long acred fields.

They came in from the north gates in twilight. But up in her tower, in her swanky penthouse office a mile off, Dr. Nicara Shetty had sighted them.

With the piercing oculus of a falcon, a stern mouth, and fingers knuckled into fists, she reasoned, impressed. 'Bravo, Israfel. Bravo!' And then she turned to her closest assistant, a [C Rank] mermaid, saying aloud; her voice bare of soul, "Bring the bitch to me. I will find the rapist's head swing from the beach palms even tonight!"

The girl in fetters had murdered her son. Nicara had blood already dripping down the skin of her hand from her ripping claws.

By the time the huge clocktower at the center of the school grounds struck twelve, it was officially All Hallows Eve: a Goth celebration where students deigned to play dress-up in macabre characters and scare the shit out of each other.

Whilst kids across Corynthia's many isles had their faces smeared by old tribeswomen in black paint as they hurried to lividly decorated houses for trick-or-treating.

It was on this night of gothic resurrections that the offender Gorgon, alias the witch of the mooring was brought in for trial.

The judgement room was a private stone chamber deep in the underground levels of the institute's tower of Dark Arts. This room had been unused for centuries. The wind outside was biting cold and shrieks of boys and girls, mad with the night's festivities echoed into the unsettling black stone of the tower.

Hundreds of feet beneath the eyes of the mundane and moondance celebrations, a girl was roughly dragged into the judgement room.

It was a hollow cavernous space. Ghostly shine fell upon the offender who stood in the spotlight; 8ft, gorgeous and green, but no less evil. Her lovely riparian eyes shined into the darkness around her.

Aside the spooky judges in front whose eyes she couldn't see, the only silhouettes behind the [Gorgon] giantess was that of her captors: Israfel, Percival, and Rosamunde; to whom she shot a perpetual middle finger. And to the side the grieving mother she had wrong. Nicara looked like she wanted to rake Barbara's face raw with her red extended claws.

A sonorous deathly voice began. It was one of the eerie, faceless judges hidden in the chamber's dark.

"Listen to the voice of the Sickle Reaper, ye who stand before the judgement. And may the scales balance and mete out punishment accordingly. You, under measure this eve, you witch of the mooring, by name Barbaria Octavia Manilius. . ."

"My friends just call me Barb," the Gorgon stated cheekily.

She stood in a makeshift robe, which was just some blanket wrapped to fit her Amazon physique.

"Quiet! You devil bitch!" Nicara damn near yelled.

The spooky judge ignored them both, continuing darkly, ". . .you, Barbaria, stand in the presence of the Three Without Eyes. You stand accused on the severe count of child molestation, deflowering, and murder. You would be wise to note that you stand on the shield of Valkyjïr. Lie, and your death would be swift!

How do you plead?"

Barbara moved a bit forward, causing the chains flowing down her legs to jangle loudly.

"I plead not guilty, Three Without Eyes, on all charges," she said, "the boy in question was old enough to know. . .a lady's parts. I didn't deceive him into anything. He came to me. Yes, at first, he was timid, but aren't we all at virginity?

I didn't do anything he didn't want. Our affair was consensual. His death was a mistake. My plea hasn't changed in four years. Virgil Shetty was a boy up here," Barbara pointed at her head, "but a man down there." She moved the same hand south.

"LIAR!!!" Nicara cried from the side. "My Virgil was seven. He didn't know shit!"

"Oh, he did know plenty. I'll tell you that!" Barbara sang like a whistle.

Nicara visibly flamed, her fangs shooting out, stripes already appearing on her skin; she was half changed. She roared. "He would never touch you, you ugly, green bitch! You seduced him. YOU!"

Barbara calmly cocked her head. "Your son didn't seem to think I was ugly. His penis was sprung and ready for me, and he sucked this large titties like I was his perfect mommy."

"YAAAAH!"

Beyond mad, Nicara rushed for Barbara, wanting to tear off the she-hulk's smug head right off her cunt body. Rafel had never seen the Headmistress so. All times Dr. Shetty had been prim and cultured. But then again, it was the haunting death of her child on trial.

He caught her midair before her stretched tiger claws could meet with Barbara's face.

"ENOUGH!" A hard gavel sounded with the judge's voice. The Three Without Eyes began to talk as one, their joined voices like murmurs under water. It was muffled, but clear enough to all ears. "—YOU WILL CEASE RUCKUS IN OUR PRESENCE. Since the offender, Barbaria is still alive, it seems she is telling the truth...or at least the version she believes so hard in her heart to be true.

Albeit, ignorance is not an excuse.

Fleeing those long moons ago and seeking rampart in the deep woods betrays a manner of guilt.

And therefore, we, who acts as Adjuctants of the Arcane; Three Without Eyes, find you Barbaria Octavia Manilius who stands before the Supreme Court of Whispers GUILTY of all counts in the evil defilement and killing of seven-year old Virgil Shetty, the son of your boss at the time.

We thus surrender you to whatever action the wronged mother deems to mete out to you. Thou shalt not live past this night.

Upon the All Hallows Eve, a reaper waits for thine soul. This is our judgement."

Barbara's mouth hung open for several moments.

"Well, fuck you!" She flipped a bird into the dark faces. "Bitches without eyes!"

Barbara turned in time just to catch Nicara's wicked smile.

The clocktower was chiming early one o'clock at thick night when four figures stood at the foot of a small hill that crested proudly into the silver skies. Above, a full moon blessed all the land and stretching beaches in immaculate night. The eve was well lit. The four figures were that of Nicara, Rafel, Rosa, and Percival, watching the judgement of the Headmistress about to unfold.

Barbara stood unclothed on the hill.

It was total forest all around, empty, dark woods.

Other naked figures began to creep up on her too. She counted twelve before her beating heart was wildly pounding. The nude forms stalking forward on the moonlit hill for her were undoubtedly Lycan. Their giant, glorious bodies betrayed the fire danger in their eyes. For the first time in a long time, Barbara felt fear.

What were they about to do to her?

Nicara said from below, her voice caustic and proud of herself. "My pack haven't mated in a season. I have carefully chosen the most feral for you, witch. They would. . .to be blunt, FUCK YOU TO DEATH.

All of them."

Barbara, up on the hill, shivered as thirty wild shifter males rushed for her.
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Normally, she enjoyed gangbangs. But tonight was not normal.

"Oh, I forgot to mention," Nicara shouted up the hill, "they haven't eaten too!" Nicara cackled.

Under the ferocity, grievance, and sexual hunger of the many large men, Barbara found herself destroyed by ravaging hands and monster pricks. They beat her with chains. They ripped scars into her green skin and bit chunks of her flesh, drawing blood, fucking and eating her.

She had only three holes, and there were thirty men.

Soon, the men without places to fuck were drilling into her holes they could fill, with their fangs, with their claws, with sticks and stones, and poles.

The gangbangers were killing her.

"By God!" Rosamunde turned her face away. "I can't look."

Rafel heard shredding flesh. Just as a bloodied, flying arm—Barbara's—crashed in front of where they stood at the foot of the hill. Nicara calmly walked to it and picked up the torn limb. She held it to her face like a trophy, and Rafel saw her pretty mouth smile. It was a maniac's smile.

On the hill, Barbara wasn't screaming anymore.

When the tiger males cleared, growling back into the jungles from whence they came, the spot Barbara had once stood on now was a patch of red blood, a splatter, glittering up in vibrant crimson against the silver moon.

The Gorgon called Barbaria Octavia Manilius now filled their bellies, snakes and all.

The Alpha of the killing pack stood in the wake of the bloody spree, a gleam on her face. Nicara was an avenged mother. Rafel stood beside her, and she took his hand. He would never forget this year's All Hallows Eve.

The Headmistress said, "shall we get back to campus, my dears? Your fellows are hoisting the Goth colors. I'd hate for you to miss all the spooky fun."