“Not so high and mighty anymore, aren’t we?”Devon smirked to see his stalkers pushed their heads on the ground, their pouches already laid there for Devon to take. Picking up the money, Devon walked towards them with an air of superiority.“Boy, how does it feel? Great, right?” cheered Lucifer joyously. “It brings back memories! Ah, how I love to be worshipped like this again!”“It sure does, Lucy! Now I could see why you demon bastards really like to mess up with humans!” sympathized Devon. “But don’t put me in the same shoes like you wretches! I only feel this way towards them who deserve it!”“Hahaha, don’t be shy, brat! Tell me one thing, who doesn’t deserve it?” challenged Lucy rhetorically. “Mankind deserves to be treated this way, under our feet! Each and every single one of them is cursed by Original Sin!”Devon paused for a while when he heard Lucifer’s argument. One thing in particular, Original Sin, was the one that piqued his interest the most. He would like to peck furth
It turned out that Devon’s hunch struck the mark. They were accompanied back to the place they were in the first place, the noticeable whorehouse with colorful lights all over the place. Devon prayed that his arrival wasn’t too late.“Bro, weren’t we here before?” said Arwen. “What are Sis Fran and Sis Roxy doing here?”“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” answered Devon. In his head, he was concocting a plan to wring out the information within. It’s not confirmed yet that Roxanne and Francesca was being imprisoned there, and he was about to find out. “Alright, hear me out. You lowlives will assist my elf friend here to get in. After that, you’re free to go.”“Arwen, I’m counting on you. Sneak inside and sniff our ladies out,” requested Devon. “I will take this head-on from the front.”Devon still needed to be wary of the thugs that seemed cooperating. They’re criminals, after all.“Remember, scoundrels, no funny business, you hear me? Just showing her the safest way in from the back d
Francesca heard that voice who called out for her. It was Arwen, there was no doubt about it! But what made her worried was the noise that occured afterwards. Judging from what she heard, Arwen wasn’t alone. And one thing for sure, whoever Arwen was with was not an ally.“Arwen, is that you?” shouted Francesca on top of her lungs. “Is Devon with you?”“It’s a-me, Arwen! And as much as I hate to burst your bubble, Bro Devon is not with me at the moment, Sis!” yelled Arwen back while being busy with the guard. “I will be with you as soon as I take care of this orc, Sis Fran, so don’t you worry!”“You insolent rat! Who are you calling an orc? I mean where do you find an orc this handsome?” claimed that guard while taking off his helmet to flaunt his look superiority.“Yuck, worse than I thought,” burped Arwen in disgust. “I beg you to wear it back, please.”Taking that as an offense, the guard was possessed by fury and came charging at the elf. The narrow corridor made it hard to evade,
“Yeah, Sis Roxy! Show him your awesome arcane ability!” cheered Arwen with excitement. It’s comprehensible that the young elf was relieved to find a reinforcement in her mystic companion, because she had been having trouble with the stubborn sentinel, to the point that she barely managed to stand up properly.“Hmph, I don’t need a cheerleader, elf! And stop addressing me so casually like we’re friends!” grumbled Roxanne while focusing her attention to the rhino of a guard.Roxanne would have to execute her preparation fast because the sentry didn’t seem to be running out of vitality yet. He had been charging here and there since the beginning of his clash with Arwen and outperformed her, while still having the energy to chase Roxanne around.“Such a big mouth for a wench! Let’s see how can you handle this without the help of your pointy ears friend!” exclaimed the guard, taking a stance to propel himself towards Roxanne.“I’ll prove it to you and
Devon’s attempt to escape the brothel was not something easy. As he walked out of the building followed by the rest of the girls, some muscular and robust men blocked their way and grinned threateningly. It seemed like the brothel was guarded by hundreds of trained men to ensure no one escape the building with ease.“Hey, girlies!” one of them called in a condescending manner, “your job here isn’t done yet.”“Cecillia,” Devon called, “can you help Francesca, Arwen, and Roxanne fight those guards? I must destroy this god damned brothel first.”“Don’t be ridiculous, Devon! There are tens of them and only three ladies of us?” Francesca stated her disagreement.“We have to try,” Arwen replied and nodded to Devon. “Let’s go, girls!”Now they all split up. Devon ran to the brothel house and doused some gasoline on the part of the building, while the ladies were facing tens of the main guards surrounding them.“You pretty ladies should just stay inside, serve and satisfy men.” one of the gua
The group now had arrived at a safe area of the wood. It was calm and hidden, surrounded by lush trees and bushes that helped cover them. Arwen then let Devon sit on a big stone and said, “stay here, Devon. I’ll need to cure Francesca and Roxanne.”The man nodded nonchalantly as the elf left him with the newest addition to the group from the brothel. Arwen opened her bag and took out some quack remedies. She carefully poured the hand-made medicine into a spoon and then gave it to Roxanne. “Take this, Roxanne. You look quite unwell.”That one of Dietrich’s pupils then take the medication and washed her throat with water. Arwen then gave Francesca the medicine, to which she responded in disgust after feeling such a bitter aftertaste behind her tongue. “Blergh! What on earth is this?” she complained.“That’s a drug antidote,” explained the elf calmly, “you and Roxanne need it after being drugged.”The elf’s job wasn’t done yet, since she had to help
“Are they done?” Arwen’s curiosity couldn’t hold her back as she peeked her head from behind the tree. “Uh, I can’t see it clearly!”“You silly elf! Why would you want to see someone having an intimate moment?” Roxanne groaned as she pulled the elf’s back, but Arwen was too fast. She casually strolled into the scene. While dressing herself back, Cecillia was startled by the other three girls who came out from behind a huge tree. She hastily fixed her clothes, then smiled sheepishly and asked, "how long have you all been there?""Some moments," Francesca replied shortly after she came out from the hiding place, "we heard strange noises, and find out that you and Devon were doing that … stuff.""Yeah … I apologize for the inconvenience" the prostitute felt awkward hearing the hunter's story. She scratched her head and looked at Devon who was lying unconscious before saying, "is he alright? He suddenly fainted after we finished.""It's fine, actually," Arwen answered as she came and carr
While Roxanne swept the floor, Francesca and Arwen arranged the furniture hand-in-hand across the room. Cecilia joined in and wiped the dusty surfaces from the windowsills. The girls bonded together as they chatted and joked about anything. As Cecillia giggled upon hearing the joke, her hand reached for something from the cupboard. It was an old photograph in a rustic white wooden frame. The girl ignored any background noises and started to caress the dusty glass surface, revealing a picture of four people. It was young Cecillia, standing between her father and mother who carried a beautiful baby boy, her little brother. A faint smile was curved on her lips as she reminisced the past memory of her lost family.-----A horse carriage stopped by the house’s front door. A man in his thirties hopped down from the vehicle and was greeted by the loves of his life: his beautiful wife and a young girl with two braids on her hair who immediately rushed her little feet to hug the man.