Old man Janius had a reputation in town as a great man. He would help the townspeople with everything from logging to babysitting. His home was off in the woods but that never stopped him from being in town nearly every day and night.
But one day, his true colors were revealed when forest bandits came to attack. As the villagers managed to escape and hide their valuables, Janius told the bandits where to find every coin and every jewel. When all was said and done, Janius revealed that he had to put his granddaughter first.
He had lived in the forest many years, but bandits rarely found his secret grotto. These particular fiends did. With his granddaughter held hostage, they commanded Janius to tell each villager of their arrival and to hide their valuables under their floorboards.
Old man Janius had no choice but to comply. He did as instructed and watched as everything he had built was taken from him. But it was all worth it in return for his granddaughter's life, except they went back on their end of the deal, deeming her too beautiful to throw away. But the village would never forget.
Old man Janius wakes up with a sweaty jolt. His panting breath shows through the frigid mountain air. Every time he has that dream, something bad happens, a bad omen of times to come. He rises to his feet, getting out of his bedroll.
The sky was still dark with an eerie glow about the moon, as if even the celestial bodies were on edge.
At the edge of their encampment was the dark skinned teen, Jin. At this altitude, wind was continually moving, throwing his curled swaths of hair about. He sat atop a large rock on the cusp of a cliff face overlooking the valley they had come from, overlooking the moon and all of its vassals.
As Old man Janius approached, Jin spoke without a glance back, "Why are you awake? It is not your turn to take watch yet."
Silence remained with only the echo of the wind.
"I'm just restless. There's an ominous feeling in the wind," Janius said.
Jin, who was leaning on his sheathed sword, straightened up, standing on the rock while looking up at the moon.
"Indeed. I can feel it too. One reason or another, the moon's glow is dimmer. Possibly it is failing to reach us here?" Jin predicts with a finger on his chin. He stares at the moon intensely. Jin watches for any sign to decipher a meaning, but none comes.
"Do you wish to hear a story?" Old man Janius softly asks. His voice had barely traveled over the wind. Jin's concentration shifted to the man as he studied his forlorn expression. Then Jin sighed and nodded, turning to look out over the mountain.
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Adonarr grabbed the hand of the mortal. She was at first terrified, trying to free herself from his grasp but quickly she was seduced by his touch alone. Her legs started to tremble and she nearly lost her balance from the wave of pleasure overtaking her.
Adonarr grinned at the girl as she wet herself in pleasure. He pulled out his divine compass, a bright light shining and taking the woman into it. He promptly shut the compass with a grin.
"Mortals are so simple to take. They haven't even the divine aura to resist with," Adonarr maliciously said.
From a nearby shack burst out a man with a panicked expression. "My wife! Where has my wife gone? What have you done with her?" The man says as he starts to charge at the god.
Without even a second glance, Adonarr waves his hand and vaporizes the peasant to dust. The eerie silence fills the now abandoned home. Adonarr checks his compass.
"Oh, thy wife was pregnant as well. Quite unfortunate for thou. I shall rid her of that babe and impregnate her in thou name," Adonarr says with a wicked grin.
From there, he follows his compass as it points to the next beauty. He disappears in a flash as he moves faster than the human eye's perception.
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"Once upon a time, there was a young girl naught but the age of five. Her father and mother had died at war. So she returned to live with her grandfather in a forest far away from death.
"Her name was Ismerialle. She had long beautiful red hair and round purple eyes with a button nose. But she also had a long dark scar across her forehead that she would always hide with her bangs," Janius said. He was sitting beside Jin as he recalled the story, and Jin was quietly taking the information in.
"In the safety of the tower in the grotto, she was loved and cherished. And there she was raised to be a young beautiful woman. That was until her grandfather made the mistake of exposing her to some evil spirits.
"These evil spirits captured her and ransomed her off. But not before using her to rob the old grandfather blind of everything he's ever done," Janius said.
Jin had quickly realized what this story was truly about, but he raised no opinions. Instead Jin opted to listen silently and let the grieving man speak.
"From what the old grandfather had known, Ismerialle was still in their grasp, a bargaining chip. But they had already sold her to the highest bidder: Soul City Trading Co.," Janius said with a scowl. He sighed as his thick winter cloak waved in the wind. The moon's light cast long shadows across his face.
"I understand. Now this grandfather, who has unveiled the truth, seeks to get his granddaughter back. So he makes trips out to Soul City, looking for any clues he can find about her. This, Ismerialle." Janius gives a warm smile as Jin tells the rest of the story, getting each fact right.
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Adonarr grabs the next woman, right out of bed with her husband.
"Thy will love my palace. I will comfort thee better than any mortal man could," he whispers. She is instantly enchanted and nods eagerly. Her undergarments already started to dampen.
Adonarr took her into his compass with a shine of a bright light then he blinked out of there in an instant before the husband even awoke.
Appearing in the sky overlooking the town he just came from, Adonarr waited impatiently for his compass to find his next target. After a moment of shifting and changing, the compass suddenly spins and locks in a direction.
Adonarr looks off in the direction it pointed. The mountain range between the North Wild and the Southwest Midlands. He blinked off in that direction.
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Jin was now discussing the rest of the travel plans with Janius, having put the topic of his granddaughter to the side, when a strange phenomenon catches his eye.
The moon large, round, and aglow with it's light suddenly flickered. It was brief but the glow dimmed for only a fraction of a second. Jin's sharp eyes caught the change, but there was no need as the effect only grew in intensity. The flickering grew while the moonlight slowly dimmed to complete darkness. By this point, Janius had also noticed and was beginning to feel an overwhelming sensation of fear, like something far far above him was coming.
As Janius started to freak out, Jin hopped off the rock and scrambled after the fire where Lileen and Marim were sleeping. The two of them were by far the strongest fighters and if anyone could stop whatever was coming, it's them, Jin thought.
By the time Jin had reached the campfire, the two of them had already gotten up, instinctively readying themselves.
"Jin!" Lileen shouted. Then she threw his sword towards him. Marim cocked her rifle and Lileen grabbed her staff.
"Right!" Jin said as he caught the blade and unsheathed it, tossing aside the scabbard. The three of them backed against each other as they looked out at the darkness of the winter mountain-scape. Janius came running over in fear when the cause of their fear came into view.
A blonde man in strange ancient robes. His partly exposed body was covered in lean, athletic muscle. His face exuded pride and a restrained disgust at the sight of the two men. When he noticed the two women, his gaze grew lecherous and confident.
Lileen and Marim and Janius all looked at the man in horror. The overwhelming power irradiated through the three casting unimaginable primal fear. Lileen's hand slipped and her staff fell to the soft pillowy snow at her side.
In an instant, the man blinked out of existence. Jin's head shot to the sides, looking for him when he turned and saw him with Lileen in his arms. Holding her face by her cheeks from behind, Adonarr grinned as he felt the elf shudder, possibly in fear, but also possibly in arousal.
Jin froze in shock. Adonarr took the opportunity to run his tongue along Lileen's cheek, savoring the taste. Lileen's trembling body quivered and her legs wobbled. Her eyes closed for a second before they rolled back in heavy panting.
Marim raised her rifle and fired a shot at Adonarr's skull, aiming to pop it like a balloon. But right as the bullet speed past Lileen, Adonarr was on Marim now, feeling along her toned stomach and firm breasts.
Marim went through the same process as Lileen: at first shock and fear filled her but quickly those emotions were overshadowed with arousal.
Her rifle fell out of her hand onto the ground as she instinctively leaned back against Adonarr's gripping hands. Lileen had collapsed to her feet in a panting silence. And with Marim now under Adonarr's scrutiny, Jin had no idea what to do. The two strongest people he had ever known were being played with like toys in front of him.
The same two women that used to hunt monsters larger than a house, that nearly killed any man that approached them, were now being held by a man. Jin watched on in horror, his hand gripped his blade tighter until his knuckles turned white in rage. He wanted to charge the man and kil him, but the man's aura alone told Jin that he stood no chance.
"What a nice body. And an elf as well. I have rare to find such a delicacy," Adonarr spoke in his godly dialect. His attention was solely focused on Marim's body, now shifted towards fondling her hips and rear when a shuffling sound catches his eye.
In front of him was the once grandiose high elf on all fours crawling over to him with her tongue lolled out. She looked up at him with silent begs. Adonarr grinned at the sight as he licked and nipped at the black haired woman's neck, leaving small marks that made her moan out.
Janius stood there frozen when he spotted Jin's hand on his sword. The second Jin had had enough and started to advance, Janius grabbed his shoulder and held him back.
"No, son! Don't," Janius said to him in a frantic muted yell. But this had already caught Adonarr's attention.
He scoffed at the sight of the two men. Adonarr spoke again, this time in a more commanding tone, "What doth thou seek? Death is the only courier of this court. Leave or face oblivion worse than that which all men fear."
Not all of the words said were understood by Jin, but one message was clear: leave or die. Janius gripped Jin's shoulder tightly, trying to silently persuade him.
As this was happening, Marim and Lileen were sitting on all fours at Adonarr's feet, grinding their mounds against his legs in wild lustful ruts. Adonarr reached down and ruffled their hair like a man would to a dog. Jin was sickened by the sight.
"Thou seems to hold these two in thine heart. Let mine prowess shatter those feelings that dwell within," Adonarr said with a grin. He reached down, helping Lileen to her feet as he delicately undid her clothing, leaving her barren in the mountain cold. She shivered and shuddered but there was an expression of pleasure across her face.