Chapter 12 — Untreated wounds
Ever since Keyaru regained his past self, he couldn’t sleep properly. And changing his name didn’t help much with that. Even after a long sleepless day and quality time with Freia his dreams were everything but pleasant. Once again, he would gaze at the first world through the eyes of an addict. A speechless spectator watched, as Flare, Bullet, and Blade warded off the herds of terrifying black tigers along with their full-armored masters. Horned demons with barely any equipment would cover their comrades with light bows. The battle raged. The swordswoman swung her sword like a mere stick, although the sheer power of Ragnarock was more than enough to shred metallic hides and chain mail. The gunner covered the air with imposing blue cannonballs from Taslam , while Flare was determined to end their enemies with a single cast.
"To me, my friends! Absoluta virtute contereret electos meos!" — the sorceress snarled, and everything around the three heroes turned into an azure mass. The sheer power of Absolute, one of the strongest spells of the fifth circle of the wind school, turned all of their enemies into indistinguishable masses of meat, bones, and scrap. Bullet and Blade looked shocked, as trees grew red from blood. And after the spell ended, only a funnel remained.
"Your spells are so good, princess!" It was Blade, so eager to praise the caster.
"So are your swordsmanship skills." — Flare answered with an obvious lie. If anything, it was Ragnarok's raw power that got the blonde woman through all of her fights.
"Hey, won’t you praise me?" And there was Bullet, more eager for attention than compliments.
"Of course I will! Your charges never miss!"
"Heh!" The giant got what he wanted. If anything, the princess was eager to pay with flattery.
Then, there was another. The fourth hero, plain and helpless, absolutely lost in this world. He waited from afar, carrying a large backpack on his shoulders.
"D… D… Dru… gs…" With nothing but a single word to spare.
"Why won’t you try fighting for yourself, moron?" The pink-haired witch berated him, even though she was the one and only reason Keyaru never reached his full potential. More than that, the boy would gladly fight by her side if given the chance, instead of being thrown in a dungeon.
"Dru-u-u…" Yes, it was fruitless.
"Damn useless mutt."
"Oh come on, Keyaru’s doing great. We can always use his healing." Even though the black man stood off for the martyr, he’d never actually try to protect him from the abuse. Moreover…
"Do not pretend you are not treating him even worse than we do." It was one of the few moments when the Hero of Magic was genuine in her words.
"Hell, she’s right. If I were him, I’d long since gnawed through my veins. " Now it was Blade’s turn.
"Stop it, you know I care for him!" Technically, he did, but trimming hair, cutting nails, and washing his body meant nothing when the gunner outright raped the helpless boy.
"Drug…s…" With nothing more to say, the broken hero followed his torturers.
"Move your fucking ass faster!" And Blade would kick him under the back from time to time. Keyaru’s collar had no rope, yet he was chained. Chained with addiction, he had no thoughts of suicide. Only when withdrawals were too harsh.
After a long day of walking, the "saviors of the world" would settle down. There were four tents in the camp they were staying at, one of which belonged to Keyaru. Well, "belonged" might have been too big of a word. It was Bullet who eagerly set it up just for him. Truth be told, none of them had seen him as a human being. Interestingly enough, people unconsciously strive to preserve something whole and break down what is already wrecked. And the hero of healing was nothing but a broken toy for the trio, too durable for his own good.
Bullet, as an experienced ranger, hunted for food and fish. Blade was standing guard, watching for danger, and Flare… Well, uneven pants could be heard from her tent. Naked Keyaru, playing as a dog, amused his mistress for another dose of the drug. For the phial, which the witch held between her hips.
"Go!" The princess yelled, setting the lad in rash, mindless motion towards the drug. Yet… "Stay!" She deliberately raised the bottle above just to tease the poor being.
"What a nasty little doggy! He-he, you want drugs?" Flare licked her lips, not only did it entertain her, but also aroused her. Even though Flare never saw a full-fledged man in Keyaru, he did well as her sex-toy. "I will give you your drugs!" Driven by desire, the witch poured the violet poison between her legs. A few drops wouldn’t have a serious effect on her, only stimulation.
"As usual, doggy!" And then he dashed forward. "Stay!" But, before he’d start, the sorceress wanted to rub the potion well. She stuck her fingers inside, sweetly moaning. She would lick the rest of her fingertips after a few moments. "Now start"
And so he did. Driven by tenacity unknown to a normal man, Keyaru stuck his tongue inside her just for a sip of priceless dose. Never sparing his strength, the boy made his mistress gasp and scream in pleasure, holding on to the boy’s hair. Until finally, the princess reached her orgasm.
"Hah… Hah… Ha… So, even a dog like you can be useful, after all." Flare was content; the lad was completely high, but something began to bother her."Wait, what is that?!" The more the witch gazed at his erection, the angrier she got. Driven by disgust, she raised her leg, before… Strike!
"You, fucking peasant, how dare you get hard looking at me, the first princess!" Another! "Castrate their…" One to more the crotch. "…pets is!.." Fourth kick. "…what masters are…" Fifth. "…supposed to do!" And sixth. Keyaru had to endure six strikes to the testicles before finally, Flare… came up with another torture. She took another phial just to pour it right on the beaten genitalia. And the mindless lad, obviously…
"Oh goodness! You can’t reach it? Let me help you!" He struggled, but the heartless caster stomped on his head, time after time, until his back cracked and his mouth eventually reached the glans.
"Is it tasty, you goddamn worm? HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!"
…
After another ten minutes of abuse, Flare finally got bored and threw the boy away, along with his clothes, like a dirty rag. With nothing else to do, Keyaru took it and made his way out. With what remained of his mind, he understood that sleeping naked was cold and dangerous, and he didn’t even have a blanket. But the ordeals were far from over. A mighty kick took the lad off guard, and he got on the ground.
"Hey you, mutt!" And then Blade whammed him with a stick. Blow after blow would land on his skin, some ripping it and leaving ugly blue hematomas."Fucking dirty man! How dare you touch Her Highness?! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!!!"
One strike was followed by another, up until the branch broke apart. It was a fine one, though. The Hero of the Sword hated men. She used any chance to kill them with her holy sword, and the sight rarely turned into anything but a bloody mess. But nobody, aside from one, had ever made her hate them more than Keyaru. Never caring about his lack of choice, the blonde abhorred him with passion. She wanted to be with Flare, but the only thing the swordswoman had the courage to do was to kidnap and rape other girls with no punishment to follow. Her love was fanatical, so much so that…
"He… the man, but he licked Princess Flare! He…" Blade started kissing the boy just to taste his saliva. Tongue, teeth, gums — the mad woman wouldn’t miss a thing that contacted her beloved. One hand on the ground, the other she shoved into her trousers. "Oh. Flare! Princess Flare! A-A-AH!" The warrior screamed, wetting her pants. But when the wave of arousal faded, and she understood what she had done...
"BUE-E-EH! I… Because of Her Highness, I… I kissed a man! BUEH!" Blade got nauseated, once traumatized, she hated men so much that every contact with them caused her to react with disgust. But instead of just taking a deep breath and wiping her mouth, the swordswoman just kicked Keyaru with her boot.
…
After taking a breath from the severe beating, Keyaru came to his tent. The only thing he was allowed to have, other than clothes and a collar. What he saw inside, though, were rose pellets. But instead of surprise, it was fear that engulfed him.
"My poor sweet Keyaru! Have they been harassing you again?" The playful voice belonged to Bullet. The black giant spared no time before groping the lad’s testicles. "Only I am your friend and an ally. Don't you get it? I alone love you!" The gunner placed one of the flowers in Keyaru’s hair before forcefully turning his chin toward himself. But after failing to see joy behind teary scared eyes, the Hero of the Gun snapped and punched the boy right in the face.
"WHY?! WHY ARE YOU AFRAID?! I LOVE YOU!!! I CARE FOR YOU!!!" And after calming down and seeing what he’d done… "Oh, my cute little Keyaru, sorry for striking you! Let me give you my love!
With his head pierced through once, the gunner was completely insane, but as long as it didn’t concern the other two heroes, they couldn’t care less. While the giant could rape Keyaru, he was a reliable ally and a rather good friend, doing everything asked of him. But in the end, Bullet was a pedophile with a drive for little boys. When Keyaru started to attract the madman, nobody tried to stop him. And now every night would be the same. The unstable hero would beat the martyr before raping him in the rectum. This time was no different.
"I love you so much! I’M SO SORRY FOR PUNCHING YOU! I LOVE YOU! I’M SORRY! I LOVE YOU! SORRY! LOVE YOU! SORRY! LOVE!!! — Bullet snarled inadequately, while raping the severely bruised boy. Nothing could stop the insane man — not blood, nor excrement, nor even tears. If anything, this only made him even more violent. The healer could barely comprehend what was happening, but the sheer anguish was too much even for the narcotic veil to cover.
Still, Bullet was the only reason Keyaru still hadn’t died of sepsis, hunger, or carelessness. Only to try and kill him himself…
"You are so pretty, yet someday you will grow up. I can’t handle this. Keyaru, let’s stop the time. Let’s preserve your beauty for ages! Please, Keyaru, die!" Massive hands reached for his neck. The gunner asphyxiated the boy with his bare hands, and now he put his whole weight into the act. With his face red and light almost leaving his eyes, the healer would soon unavoidably die. But…
"Damn, Bullet! How many times do I have to tell you! YOU CAN’T KILL THIS ONE! We need that trash!" The murder was stopped by Flare. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.
"Y-y-yes, Flare… But I… But he…" The black hero was confused. Despite his years of experience, the man was everything but lucid when it came to Keyaru. And the arguments had to be sufficient.
"You kill him, you jerk on his rotting corpse." Now, the sorceress cared nothing about this façade. She was the leader of a duo of psychos. And the last thing she wanted was their healer’s death. It wasn’t an act of compassion, just a sheer act for the benefits.
"I understood you, princess." And finally, she went left, and Bullet remained with the broken boy. "Tomorrow, I will love you again, Keyaru. Kindly, with love!" Now it was the gunner's turn to go away. Another hellish day in the life of the young martyr was over. And when his consciousness was restored, the nightmare got even more terrifying. It was an endless torment being surrounded by those heinous bastards! Every day, every hour! Pain, fear, and dread with no hope of salvation. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide!
"…lord!"
Pain, agony, torture, and mortifying memories!
"Lord Keyaruga!"
Death, suffering, violence, fear and frustration! The Hero of Healing was imprisoned in a cage of emotions with no way out.
"Lord Keyaruga, please!"
"A-a-ah!" Seeing the sorceress’ face, the first thing the man did was reach out for his saber. But… "Fl… Freia?"
"You screamed in your sleep." Watching her master gazing at her with fear and hate made the girl uneasy. She was worried about him, but seeing him like this filled the magician with fear.
"Oh yeah. It’s fine, don’t worry about me, it was just a dream."
Yes, a dream. Fragments of an erased future. Keyaru had nothing but a distant hope. Keyaruga had power, confidence, and a clear goal. The woman he once feared and hated could now be grabbed by hand and tossed onto his sheets. Flare was dead, and Freia had taken her place. This is how he liked her. This is how she was supposed to be. But she wasn’t, and the Hero of Magic left hundreds, if not thousands, of untreated wounds on the young man’s soul.
"It’s all right, Freia. This nightmare was good; it reminded me of what has to be done!"
"Ah!" Keyaruga pierced his former tormentor with his phallus. For the rest of half an hour, he would be having the best morning of his twisted life, paying for his many grudges. Yet, despite everything, the ex-princess actually liked it.
Chapter 12 — Untreated wounds
Ever since Keyaru regained his past self, he couldn’t sleep properly. And changing his name didn’t help much with that. Even after a long sleepless day and quality time with Freia his dreams were everything but pleasant. Once again, he would gaze at the first world through the eyes of an addict. A speechless spectator watched, as Flare, Bullet, and Blade warded off the herds of terrifying black tigers along with their full-armored masters. Horned demons with barely any equipment would cover their comrades with light bows. The battle raged. The swordswoman swung her sword like a mere stick, although the sheer power of Ragnarock was more than enough to shred metallic hides and chain mail. The gunner covered the air with imposing blue cannonballs from Taslam , while Flare was determined to end their enemies with a single cast.
"To me, my friends! Absoluta virtute contereret electos meos!" — the sorceress snarled, and everything around the three heroes turned into an azure mass. The sheer power of Absolute, one of the strongest spells of the fifth circle of the wind school, turned all of their enemies into indistinguishable masses of meat, bones, and scrap. Bullet and Blade looked shocked, as trees grew red from blood. And after the spell ended, only a funnel remained.
"Your spells are so good, princess!" It was Blade, so eager to praise the caster.
"So are your swordsmanship skills." — Flare answered with an obvious lie. If anything, it was Ragnarok's raw power that got the blonde woman through all of her fights.
"Hey, won’t you praise me?" And there was Bullet, more eager for attention than compliments.
"Of course I will! Your charges never miss!"
"Heh!" The giant got what he wanted. If anything, the princess was eager to pay with flattery.
Then, there was another. The fourth hero, plain and helpless, absolutely lost in this world. He waited from afar, carrying a large backpack on his shoulders.
"D… D… Dru… gs…" With nothing but a single word to spare.
"Why won’t you try fighting for yourself, moron?" The pink-haired witch berated him, even though she was the one and only reason Keyaru never reached his full potential. More than that, the boy would gladly fight by her side if given the chance, instead of being thrown in a dungeon.
"Dru-u-u…" Yes, it was fruitless.
"Damn useless mutt."
"Oh come on, Keyaru’s doing great. We can always use his healing." Even though the black man stood off for the martyr, he’d never actually try to protect him from the abuse. Moreover…
"Do not pretend you are not treating him even worse than we do." It was one of the few moments when the Hero of Magic was genuine in her words.
"Hell, she’s right. If I were him, I’d long since gnawed through my veins. " Now it was Blade’s turn.
"Stop it, you know I care for him!" Technically, he did, but trimming hair, cutting nails, and washing his body meant nothing when the gunner outright raped the helpless boy.
"Drug…s…" With nothing more to say, the broken hero followed his torturers.
"Move your fucking ass faster!" And Blade would kick him under the back from time to time. Keyaru’s collar had no rope, yet he was chained. Chained with addiction, he had no thoughts of suicide. Only when withdrawals were too harsh.
After a long day of walking, the "saviors of the world" would settle down. There were four tents in the camp they were staying at, one of which belonged to Keyaru. Well, "belonged" might have been too big of a word. It was Bullet who eagerly set it up just for him. Truth be told, none of them had seen him as a human being. Interestingly enough, people unconsciously strive to preserve something whole and break down what is already wrecked. And the hero of healing was nothing but a broken toy for the trio, too durable for his own good.
Bullet, as an experienced ranger, hunted for food and fish. Blade was standing guard, watching for danger, and Flare… Well, uneven pants could be heard from her tent. Naked Keyaru, playing as a dog, amused his mistress for another dose of the drug. For the phial, which the witch held between her hips.
"Go!" The princess yelled, setting the lad in rash, mindless motion towards the drug. Yet… "Stay!" She deliberately raised the bottle above just to tease the poor being.
"What a nasty little doggy! He-he, you want drugs?" Flare licked her lips, not only did it entertain her, but also aroused her. Even though Flare never saw a full-fledged man in Keyaru, he did well as her sex-toy. "I will give you your drugs!" Driven by desire, the witch poured the violet poison between her legs. A few drops wouldn’t have a serious effect on her, only stimulation.
"As usual, doggy!" And then he dashed forward. "Stay!" But, before he’d start, the sorceress wanted to rub the potion well. She stuck her fingers inside, sweetly moaning. She would lick the rest of her fingertips after a few moments. "Now start"
And so he did. Driven by tenacity unknown to a normal man, Keyaru stuck his tongue inside her just for a sip of priceless dose. Never sparing his strength, the boy made his mistress gasp and scream in pleasure, holding on to the boy’s hair. Until finally, the princess reached her orgasm.
"Hah… Hah… Ha… So, even a dog like you can be useful, after all." Flare was content; the lad was completely high, but something began to bother her."Wait, what is that?!" The more the witch gazed at his erection, the angrier she got. Driven by disgust, she raised her leg, before… Strike!
"You, fucking peasant, how dare you get hard looking at me, the first princess!" Another! "Castrate their…" One to more the crotch. "…pets is!.." Fourth kick. "…what masters are…" Fifth. "…supposed to do!" And sixth. Keyaru had to endure six strikes to the testicles before finally, Flare… came up with another torture. She took another phial just to pour it right on the beaten genitalia. And the mindless lad, obviously…
"Oh goodness! You can’t reach it? Let me help you!" He struggled, but the heartless caster stomped on his head, time after time, until his back cracked and his mouth eventually reached the glans.
"Is it tasty, you goddamn worm? HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!"
…
After another ten minutes of abuse, Flare finally got bored and threw the boy away, along with his clothes, like a dirty rag. With nothing else to do, Keyaru took it and made his way out. With what remained of his mind, he understood that sleeping naked was cold and dangerous, and he didn’t even have a blanket. But the ordeals were far from over. A mighty kick took the lad off guard, and he got on the ground.
"Hey you, mutt!" And then Blade whammed him with a stick. Blow after blow would land on his skin, some ripping it and leaving ugly blue hematomas."Fucking dirty man! How dare you touch Her Highness?! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!!!"
One strike was followed by another, up until the branch broke apart. It was a fine one, though. The Hero of the Sword hated men. She used any chance to kill them with her holy sword, and the sight rarely turned into anything but a bloody mess. But nobody, aside from one, had ever made her hate them more than Keyaru. Never caring about his lack of choice, the blonde abhorred him with passion. She wanted to be with Flare, but the only thing the swordswoman had the courage to do was to kidnap and rape other girls with no punishment to follow. Her love was fanatical, so much so that…
"He… the man, but he licked Princess Flare! He…" Blade started kissing the boy just to taste his saliva. Tongue, teeth, gums — the mad woman wouldn’t miss a thing that contacted her beloved. One hand on the ground, the other she shoved into her trousers. "Oh. Flare! Princess Flare! A-A-AH!" The warrior screamed, wetting her pants. But when the wave of arousal faded, and she understood what she had done...
"BUE-E-EH! I… Because of Her Highness, I… I kissed a man! BUEH!" Blade got nauseated, once traumatized, she hated men so much that every contact with them caused her to react with disgust. But instead of just taking a deep breath and wiping her mouth, the swordswoman just kicked Keyaru with her boot.
…
After taking a breath from the severe beating, Keyaru came to his tent. The only thing he was allowed to have, other than clothes and a collar. What he saw inside, though, were rose pellets. But instead of surprise, it was fear that engulfed him.
"My poor sweet Keyaru! Have they been harassing you again?" The playful voice belonged to Bullet. The black giant spared no time before groping the lad’s testicles. "Only I am your friend and an ally. Don't you get it? I alone love you!" The gunner placed one of the flowers in Keyaru’s hair before forcefully turning his chin toward himself. But after failing to see joy behind teary scared eyes, the Hero of the Gun snapped and punched the boy right in the face.
"WHY?! WHY ARE YOU AFRAID?! I LOVE YOU!!! I CARE FOR YOU!!!" And after calming down and seeing what he’d done… "Oh, my cute little Keyaru, sorry for striking you! Let me give you my love!
With his head pierced through once, the gunner was completely insane, but as long as it didn’t concern the other two heroes, they couldn’t care less. While the giant could rape Keyaru, he was a reliable ally and a rather good friend, doing everything asked of him. But in the end, Bullet was a pedophile with a drive for little boys. When Keyaru started to attract the madman, nobody tried to stop him. And now every night would be the same. The unstable hero would beat the martyr before raping him in the rectum. This time was no different.
"I love you so much! I’M SO SORRY FOR PUNCHING YOU! I LOVE YOU! I’M SORRY! I LOVE YOU! SORRY! LOVE YOU! SORRY! LOVE!!! — Bullet snarled inadequately, while raping the severely bruised boy. Nothing could stop the insane man — not blood, nor excrement, nor even tears. If anything, this only made him even more violent. The healer could barely comprehend what was happening, but the sheer anguish was too much even for the narcotic veil to cover.
Still, Bullet was the only reason Keyaru still hadn’t died of sepsis, hunger, or carelessness. Only to try and kill him himself…
"You are so pretty, yet someday you will grow up. I can’t handle this. Keyaru, let’s stop the time. Let’s preserve your beauty for ages! Please, Keyaru, die!" Massive hands reached for his neck. The gunner asphyxiated the boy with his bare hands, and now he put his whole weight into the act. With his face red and light almost leaving his eyes, the healer would soon unavoidably die. But…
"Damn, Bullet! How many times do I have to tell you! YOU CAN’T KILL THIS ONE! We need that trash!" The murder was stopped by Flare. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.
"Y-y-yes, Flare… But I… But he…" The black hero was confused. Despite his years of experience, the man was everything but lucid when it came to Keyaru. And the arguments had to be sufficient.
"You kill him, you jerk on his rotting corpse." Now, the sorceress cared nothing about this façade. She was the leader of a duo of psychos. And the last thing she wanted was their healer’s death. It wasn’t an act of compassion, just a sheer act for the benefits.
"I understood you, princess." And finally, she went left, and Bullet remained with the broken boy. "Tomorrow, I will love you again, Keyaru. Kindly, with love!" Now it was the gunner's turn to go away. Another hellish day in the life of the young martyr was over. And when his consciousness was restored, the nightmare got even more terrifying. It was an endless torment being surrounded by those heinous bastards! Every day, every hour! Pain, fear, and dread with no hope of salvation. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide!
"…lord!"
Pain, agony, torture, and mortifying memories!
"Lord Keyaruga!"
Death, suffering, violence, fear and frustration! The Hero of Healing was imprisoned in a cage of emotions with no way out.
"Lord Keyaruga, please!"
"A-a-ah!" Seeing the sorceress’ face, the first thing the man did was reach out for his saber. But… "Fl… Freia?"
"You screamed in your sleep." Watching her master gazing at her with fear and hate made the girl uneasy. She was worried about him, but seeing him like this filled the magician with fear.
"Oh yeah. It’s fine, don’t worry about me, it was just a dream."
Yes, a dream. Fragments of an erased future. Keyaru had nothing but a distant hope. Keyaruga had power, confidence, and a clear goal. The woman he once feared and hated could now be grabbed by hand and tossed onto his sheets. Flare was dead, and Freia had taken her place. This is how he liked her. This is how she was supposed to be. But she wasn’t, and the Hero of Magic left hundreds, if not thousands, of untreated wounds on the young man’s soul.
"It’s all right, Freia. This nightmare was good; it reminded me of what has to be done!"
"Ah!" Keyaruga pierced his former tormentor with his phallus. For the rest of half an hour, he would be having the best morning of his twisted life, paying for his many grudges. Yet, despite everything, the ex-princess actually liked it.
