Book I – Legend, Chapter 10 – White Demon Temple

—— Saint Anubis City, Magus District – House Trilleck

It was a bright and beautiful day at the House Trilleck estate grounds. The estate spanned across a 15-mile radius and was full of lush green scenery, luxurious looking palaces, governmental buildings, training facilities, courtyards of varying sizes, magical formations, and remarkable features in abundance. House Trilleck was situated in a fertile basin at the eastern end of a giant lake. This was Lake Nicaea and each of the four powers of the grand capital of the Saint Anubis Dynasty, Saint Anubis City, was situated at one of the cardinal points of the lake.

This lake was the northernmost point of the city, and this massive area was known as the Magus District. Lake Nicaea was above a large origin energy vein and full of extremely dense spiritual energies of the earth. The lake sat across an area of 625 sq.miles and was 150 feet deep, making it a natural treasure for experts in pursuit of the Universal Dao.

Floating 250 feet above the center of the lake was an enormous and magnificent white castle surrounding an ancient temple, that sat hidden inside of a giant nimbus cloud. There were two rows of towering Jackal God statues leading to the entrance. Powerful forces surrounded the temple inside a force field, like an opaque bubble. From a distance, this abnormal nimbus cloud looked like it contained a terrifying storm of energy. All who had dared to approach in the past had been ripped apart by the violent forces inside.

Deep inside the spacious main hall of this temple, there were three black-cloaked figures whose facial features were shrouded in darkness. They sat kneeling in front of a council of elders wearing white robes that shined with a blinding golden light inside of the hood, making their appearances indiscernible.

The elders took turns stepping onto a mystical platform made of purple light, where several beautiful women were bound and gagged. Some of these women wore dull expressions as if life and everything in it were meaningless. Others looked frantic and terrified as if they didn’t know how or when they had gotten there.

Every time an elder stepped on the platform, they would look into the eyes of a few of the women, while a seductive pink glow could be seen under the hood. The women’s eyes would begin to glow the same color before their expressions became submissive and impassioned.

Lustful.

As these elders mercilessly violated these victims, lewd screams and moans bounced off the walls and filled the hall with this lust. Purple and black trails of energy were pulled from the body of a girl each time they climaxed. The looks on their faces were that of sick and twisted pleasure, which would make anyone watching highly uncomfortable.

For six straight hours, those three figures in black had watched the elders seated above violating these captive young women repeatedly. They remained in kneeling position, for fear of upsetting these savage men. No one acknowledged them or spoke to them until after a hundred rounds of debauchery in which all of them participated. Of the three figures, not one of them felt any surprise or incredible feelings for what was occurring. The Western and Southern Wards were known as the Voodoo States for a good reason, after all.

“I heard that during my seclusion, the Mistress of the Frozen Night has not only conceived but has had a child with that wretched mutt. A child that the heaven’s themselves acknowledged after his birth? You tell me if he is not a celestial body then what on earth is he?

“Do you know how priceless a child born of that incredibly tasty delicacy of a mage is? Do you have any idea how many years back you’ve set my plan? Do you think the Seamless Aether Physique will last forever?

“Vera Barong! Do you know your wrongs?” A terrifyingly calm but sinister voice came from the robust middle-aged man sitting in the highest seat and thundered through the main hall. His head was bald with blue flood dragon tattoos on each side. His brown eyes had an eerie purple glow. While his white robes had golden-purple snake hieroglyphs, made up of runic markings, that moved around on their own. He was staring coldly at the kneeling figures in black.

Feeling the terrifying gaze of that imposing man in the highest seat, the foremost cloaked individual’s body actually trembled in fear. With a wave of the bald man’s hand, the man’s cloak was torn to shreds. A young man wearing purple clothes who looked to be 30 years old wore a dark face and kowtowed repeatedly.

“Liege lord Basalt, I beg for your mercy! Please forgive us! We never imagined the boy lord of House Trilleck had already surpassed the Gold Mage Rank!” The young man named Vera Barong continued to kowtow repeatedly while explaining. At the mention of the word ‘us’ the two cloaked figures by his side unconsciously put some more distance between them and him.

“We couldn’t risk making a move out in the open, my liege, those were your orders! As a leader, I had to make a calculated decision. A level 3 Trickster30Trickstermonster clan beast with third rank lifeblood. when a level 9 vicious beast with god beast lifeblood reaches level 10 they evolve into low-level demi-god beasts possessing superior intelligence without their own complete demi-god physique. Due to their frail forms, they use their lifeblood powers to condense a cocoon or origin qi that takes on the form of other beasts. Tricksters fight to obtain the ‘life force’ required to condense a monster core by condensing enough god beast lifeblood. Condensing the monster core allows the trickster to upgrade its physique to that of one closer to a god beast and cultivate different lifeblood inheritances. Vicious beasts with a hint of origin god beast bloodline in them merely become higher level tricksters upon evolution, with a more complete true form. Tricksters are only born through the evolution of a vicious beast. Injuries received by tricksters in their true forms risk reducing their level since they must burn their lifeblood essence to recover and transform again. Level 1 Trickster = 1,000 BP Level 2 Trickster = 1,250 BP Level 3 Trickster = 1,600 BP Level 4 Trickster = 2 AP Level 5 Trickster = 4.5 AP Level 6 Trickster = 9 AP Level 7 Trickster = 14 AP Level 8 Trickster = 21 AP Level 9 Trickster = 30 AP should have been more than powerful enough to wipe out half of their forces…much less the level 4 that we…ah..AH…AHHHHH!” Vera was unable to finish his words. He was grabbing at his chest, as his flesh squirmed and made strange movements like something that was living inside wanted to claw its way out.

“Be silent, fool.” Lord Basalt’s hand slowly rose in the air while emitting a purple glow. Vera Barong let out a blood-curdling scream as his body contorted and his skin writhed, before a grotesque and giant centipede-like beast burst from his chest, bringing Vera Barong’s organs out with it. The worm was three meters long and the width of a fist. Amid Vera Barong’s terrible screams, Basalt spoke coldly, “Do I need you, a dead wretch, to remind me of my esteemed words? Your ignorance will surely arouse that old monster’s ire. I will slaughter your sons, and have my men mount your wives and daughters for the rest of the week. Afterward, they will lay in my private estate before they all become food for the vicious beasts I’ve reared. They seem to quite enjoy the flesh of freshly f***** women…”

“No! My liege, mercy! Please, please spare my children and wives, I beg you! I swear to Anubi…ah! To the heavens! Even to the great Pharaoh Rah above the heavens that I have been nothing but, ACK..” Vera Barong struggled to kowtow again, but Lord Basalt wiggled his fingers, controlling the centipede to constrict around Vera Barong’s mangled body.

“Silence seems to sound rather different that thing you’ve been doing. You even dared to utter your false god’s exalted name,” Lord Basalt sneered, visibly upset at hearing the name ‘Anubis.’ He no longer wanted to play with this meal, “For this offense, your wives will be sold for their weight in magic fish gills.”

“MERCY, MY LORD, PLEASE!” Vera Barong’s screams became increasingly frantic, as the centipede continued to eat him alive.

“Oh fine, you scrub. I’ll sell all, but the red-headed one. What’s that bitch’s name?” Basalt licked his lips as a greedy gleam flashed across his eyes.

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“It was Nessa, my lord. The men have grown fond of calling her the lock neck monster,” this voice came from one of the white-robed elders sitting next to Basalt.

Hearing this, Vera Barong’s eyes bulged as he hollered in agony and hatred. His legal wife, Anessa, had fallen into the hands of these bastards? Since when? For how long? Even though he had done everything that he was asked to do? This evil son of a bitch! Vera Barong hated! Why had the lord of House Barong begun dealing with this madman? This savage!

He was a complete animal!

“Nessa, yeah, yeah, that’s right! I will keep her, she will be much more satisfied with my bed, don’t you worry. Perhaps I’ll plant another seed in her, she may give a good harvest yet. I have tasted her a few times already, after all. I apologize if she felt more spacious lately, recently we’ve been into four on one hahaha… Well, I suppose for you it no longer matters…”

“An…ANOTHER?! YOU DIRTY BALD MOTHER..” before Vera Barong could even finish his curse the centipede’s mouth became six feet wider, and it bit off his top half. Blood and guts drenched the other two men. The centipede then crushed his remains into chunks of flying meat. Basalt’s face remained unaffected as if he had never known a Vera Barong. He didn’t even take a glance at the two shivering figures in black cloaks.

“As for you, you damn idiots, listen clearly.” As the Lord Basalt was speaking, he took out a serene sound stone and used his serenity force to send a message to his subordinates to annihilate Vera Barong’s family according to his earlier words. Basalt may be a great many things, but he would always stand by his words.

Basalt looked down at the two trembling figures, which he considered ants beneath himself, and spat in disdain before continuing to speak, “The demi-god beast kings of the Badlands have an unspoken agreement with that bastard old sky wolf. There are no Tricksters from this area that would attack the Lord of House Trilleck, and this is a fact that he knows himself! However, it’s true that ruthless Sage assassins are too variable for this situation. It must be done by a Heaven’s Master level Saint, or you will fail. Which means that I will fail. Which means you and everyone you have ever loved will die in misery.”

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Basalt waved his arm, and a purple gust of force tossed the two figures in black tumbling over each other and out of the main hall. As the Main hall doors closed, they only saw Basalt’s evil purple eyes as his voice traveled next to their ears. “Failure is the same path as death. Remember this, and walk carefully with each step. Mark my words; Osiris. Trilleck. Must. Die!”

The two figures in black cloaks exchanged looks with each other before they each crushed a crystal that teleported them away.

As the doors closed a wide grin appeared on Basalt’s face. “Soon, my lady Isis, soon. Soon, I will taste your wonderful flavor again, and soon our White Demon Temple branch of the Oblivion God Cult will enter a new era. That punk brat you have laid with will die at my hands! Let’s see who that old monster will put his faith in at that time, hahaha.”

“My liege, it has been confirmed,” said the elder to the right of Basalt.

“Excellent! I want him to suffer and suffer over and over again!” Basalt had a manic look in his eyes as he looked at the man to his right, “Speaking of Enora…go fetch her for this seat.”
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Sky Fall Legend

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