Chapter 9 — The death of the princess
It’s been about two weeks since Keyaru has once again been blessed with invulnerability to poisons. The spring had ended, and now the warm summer took over. But alas, the hero of healing decided against fleeing right away. At first, he needed the king out. He spent fifteen more days playing a drug addict. Something he had an entire year of experience with. And now it was the time. Margurth Rikil Jioral left, chasing the ghost of the tenth hero. First, his military expedition was but a rumor, but after the monarch took three thousand knights, a dozen Cryleths, and even one of the Three Champions, it was now or never. But first, the healer put his arm on the chest and called upon his divine power, healing minor wounds, redistributing skills, and more importantly— restoring his aching back to normal.
After that, all that was left was to look in the mirror. Fortunately, the bedpan for excrement was polished enough to give a proper reflection.
Race: Human
Name: Keyaru
Class: The Healer; The Hero
Level: 34
Mana: 133/133
Physical attack: 34
Physical defense: 34
Magic attack: 66
Magic defense: 78
Speed: 75
Abilities:
Magic of Healing: 2-st circle
Divine blade: 4-th level
Ultra-perception: 4-th level
Acceleration: 3-rd level
Alchemy: 4-th circle
Harmony: 2-nd level
Skills:
Boost to Mana regen; 2-st level. The skill of the Healer, boosts Mana regen by 20%
Boost to Magic of Healing; 2-st level. The skill of the Healer, boosts Magic of Healing.
Boost to EXP: 2x. The skill of the Hero, doubles all the incoming EXP for the Hero and their party members.
Level cap break (on yourself): The skill exclusive to the Hero, releases level cap.
Level cap break (on others): The skill exclusive to the Hero, allows raising other’s level cap by +1 by consuming magic energy contained in the Hero’s body fluids.
Immunity to poisons: Acquired skill. Defends user against any poisonous or addictive effect.
Now this looks positively promising. When Keyaru got imprisoned, his level didn’t exceed the number of five. And now he had all the power he needed. And for some, the journey to reach such a high level took years. The young man looked at his chosen abilities. For now, at least he could choose only five of them at a time, and if they were not utilized, he would forget them in a matter of a month. The healing magic went without saying, but the divine blade and ultra-perception were much more interesting. The first was a manual of sword fighting (or, well, sabers), while the latter was one of its techniques, so prominent it became an ability of its own. It was, for lack of a better word, a force field, where the user could feel objects without even looking at them. That meant no one could ambush Kureha and Keyaru in that regard. The two other ones were less promising. Acceleration, taken from the blinded archer-woman, allowed the hero to be a little faster at the expense of mana, though this would barely compensate for the gap between him and the sword master, as the predatory nature of Keyaru’s healing stole abilities left Kureha with one level less than originally. Harmony allows you to react faster and ignore part of the pain, which could come in handy when your own power wants you to suffer. And finally, the alchemy. Not only did the hero now know how to brew potions and elixirs of his own, he could also do this:
"Time to start the party!" A single touch on the massive collar was enough to turn it into a pile of rust. Now he needed a sword. After all, killing six or seven, spending all the mana was inefficient and exhausting. But the boy was too weak to compete against a competent fighter. And this is when his power helped him one more time. First…
Potential:
Mana: 110→116
Physical attack: 50→53
Physical defense: 50→53
Magic attack: 106→111
Magic defense: 126→132
Speed: 120→126
Summary: 560→591
"Now that’s better. Too bad I can’t squeeze myself more. Although, I still need something else. "
Potential:
Mana: 110→80
Physical attack: 50→130
Physical defense: 50→83
Magic attack: 111→100
Magic defense: 137→72
Speed: 126→126
Summary: 591
Strength filled his muscles, and his body grew flexible and agile. It was time to repay his debt to Flare. But before stepping out of the cell, Keyaru used the moment of quiet to reflect on the past. He could agree to heal others willingly and become prominent and honored in this society. With his adequacy intact, he’d never let Bullet or Blade abuse him, and even Flare would fall for him due to his extensive knowledge of her tastes. It wasn’t possible any longer. And however beautiful she was, Keyaru had his grudges, deep enough to bear a month and a half of torture in this acursed dungeon. The lad could even honor Kurt’s advice eventually, but only on his own terms. She would become his.
"I hope you’re wa-a-aiting for me, my dear Flare!"
One touch, and the lock rusted to nothing. When Keyaru went upstairs, he was met by two yawning guardsmen. The first perished with his head exploding at a single poke of the escaped inmate's finger, the other got a sword right into his throat. Taking a blade out of the scabbard of a dead foe, burying it in someone’s flesh — after everything he went through, killing was actually fun. However, the joy of wielding the true power quickly came to nothing after the hero discovered that he couldn’t gain knowledge of a corpse, and reading someone's mind required continuous contact.
Still, what’s done is done, and with no other option, the young man hid the bodies and went towards the prison officer, hiding from patrols. Sneaking past the lazy slouches was easier than expected. A man, dealing with mundane paperwork, didn’t even know what hit him. One second later, he was paralyzed. This way, Keyaru gained both armor, information and even a new face for a mask with the use of his gained skills. Nobody would find his victims for another hour, so the healer killed his unwilling informant and went on to the knight’s barracks.
The accommodations of the royal elite were the last place to go when fleeing from a dungeon. And yet, the fugitive’s cover was perfect. Nobody would find out until it was too late, for Keyaru knew all the rules, jargon, and the way to greet men of higher hierarchy and even looked like one of the loyal servants of Jioral. The plan was perfect. At least, until the lad heard the emergency chimes.
"Well, well, that’s even better." — Keyaru mumbled, rushing to the captain’s room’s door — "Reporting, sir! The prisoner has escaped; the Hero of Healing is on the run! Requesting permission to deliver the captain an important dispatch!" Of course, the knight at the door looked skeptical at a low-ranking officer, but he still let the man inside into Leonard’s lavish chamber.
"What the fuck do you need?" The blonde tormentor in the middle of equipping his armor wasn’t expecting any reports, and he clearly wasn’t a tolerant kind.
"Twenty eight strikes." But Keyaru had already reached his hand towards the bastard’s head.
…
"How did he flee?! How could this stupid dog..? " Flare was stressed out, to say the least. Worried and scared, she walked in circles, biting on her nails. The sorceress raised the entire palace’s guard and all available knights. It wasn’t even panic; the princess was terrified, and even her two armed maids were not enough to calm her down. She thought Keyaru was a one-leveled scrub, but now she wasn’t so sure. But everything changed when Leonard barged into the throne room, accompanied by his loyal men, who dragged the escapee.
"We’ve got him!" — the captain boasted.
"Good, as always, you did great. My gods, how much trouble can this mutt cause? " Finally, Flare could relax and get back to her usual hubris. The prisoner tried to say something, but the knight harshly slammed his face into the floor. It seemed like his throat was broken, and only an elixir could help the rebel.
"Your Highness, when I caught this little shit, it told me something of utmost importance. We can’t ignore this."
"Can’t ignore? Leonard, does it concern us, heroes? "
"I’m afraid, I can only speak in private."
"Hm, very well. You may attend my personal chambers. " — the magician shrugged. After all, her father waged war against the tenth hero, and his daughter wanted to be of any help. "Oh, and throw this rubbish back into the dungeon. We have qualified people to teach him a lesson.
"As you wish." — said the captain, before gesturing to get the inmate to a torturer. He will live, though. At least until he outlived his usefulness.
And here they were, Flare, Leonard, and a pair of heavily armed maids, entering the princess’ personal accommodations. The interior was positively charming, and the whole room lacked any kind of dust, just as one would expect from the heir to the throne.
"The very chance of entering my domain is a reward in itself, isn’t it?"
"Yes, Your Highness, you have my gratitude."
"Now speak, what did that mutt tell you?"
"Well..." It looked as if Leonard tried to start his report, but the next moment he just unpretentiously pulled his bastard sword, cut one maid, then in an inadequately fast pirouette struck down the other. They didn’t even scream, as two heads rolled on the floor.
"So this is the power of Kureha Cryleth. Impressive, is it not? "
"Who are you? Igni…" Flare tried to burn her knight with a spell, but she was too late. The man ripped her dress, and then slammed the princess’ nape to the bookshelf. Even as he grabbed her arms, the humiliated sorceress tried to retaliate, only to find out that she just couldn’t gather even a bit of her mana.
"N-no, my magic! Leonard, how dare you...? "
"Leonard? Ah, you’re speaking of me?" — the knight, who wasn’t supposed to wield such mighty power, seemingly laughed. He raised his left hand and touched his face. And Flare witnessed horror, as her captain’s flesh started wriggling in a formless mass of meat, until it shaped into the form of someone the girl was afraid to see the most.
"Auf, auf! Your nasty dirty doggy, Keyaru has come to play! I was so-o-o lonely without you. I had to flee, my lovely mistress! Oh wait, I’m joking! PHAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!"
"Wait, so that mut… Where’s Leonard?! "
"Oh, don’t worry about him. He was so nice as to take my place for striking me twenty-eight times!"
"Twent… AH!!!" She couldn’t finish, as Keyaru brutally tossed her to the ground.
"You made me your doggy, and now you’ll have my gratitude."
"No, please, Keyaru! I was doing it for your own good! You could’ve broken down without medicine! I just tried my best! " Even now, this woman has resorted to lies. But it was fine. After all, Keyaru loved that side of her.
"Oh yeah? What about you insulting me, humiliating me, slamming my poor crotch, stepping on me with your heels? Oh, and let's not forget your soldiers fucking me every goddamn night! Thank you, Flare! I loved every second of your affection!"
"So... You remember it all?"
"You made my life a living hell, and now I’ll have my vengeance. Simple as that."
"V... vengean?.. AH!" The Hero of Healing grabbed the princess’ arm and dragged her toward the table. "What are you doing?!" — she asked, as the young man dropped her on the wood.
"Greetings, and welcome to my world, Flare. I want to play a game!"
"A game?.." She received no answer. Only pain. "A-A-A-A-A-A-A!!!" Her sweet and delightful screams filled the room as Keyaru broke her index finger, yet no sound had reached anyone. The chambers were soundproof, and only one person would hear her yelling, the one who hated the princess the most.
"How was it? Oh yeah: "Maybe now you’ll understand a hundredth of the pain you caused, well, me!"
"What do you want?! Money? I’ll give you however much you want! Power? You want to be a noble? I’ll give you women, as many as you please; just spare me!" Oh, so now she's resorted to trading her way out? Well, Keyaru was interested in nothing of the sort. Not from her, at least. The prospect of being rich and mighty was attractive, but not as much as waking one day with a dagger’s handle sticking out of your heart. "A-A-A-A-A-A!!!" The broken middle finger was his response, and the agonizing scream was its own reward.
"Hah-hah-hah! You think I’ll believe your bullshit? I’m going to break your fingers. Then nails. And when you’re out of fingers, I’m going to start caressing your toes. You manage not to scream, you win, and my vengeance is over. If not, well, you’ll find out soon enough."
"I… I accept your conditions! If I win…"
"Yeah, yeah, I’ll keep my promise, unlike you. This is where the fun begins!” Indeed, it did. At first, Keyaru tucked the remaining three fingers, displacing them with one swift movement.
"M-m… Uugh…" And Flare was ready this time. Even when the young man started ripping the nails, one after another, the princess just wouldn’t give up. She quietly moaned, when Keyaru smashed her entire hand with a mythril gauntlet, time after time. She watched as her beautiful fingers turned into a bloody mash of meat and bones. Terrified, she couldn’t already unclench her teeth when her victim started doing the same with her feet. Her beautiful face turned into a red grimace of pain and shock, as saliva drooled onto her naked breast. Keyaru was meticulous, and he savored the whole process, remembering every bit of pain from the previous world she and her lapdog Blade had ever caused him. And even when he was done…
"Ha… Haa… Uh… Haa… Are you… finished?.." — the sorceress asked, watching her nailless toes that had turned into a mess of hematomas and blood. She was ready to cry with grief and... joy of deliverance. She even squinted her emerald eyes.
"What are you so happy about?" But when she opened them, she saw that her own limbs were unscathed. "So, ready for another round?" And Keyaru’s grinning face, his gaze peeking into the deepest depths of her soul.
"H-how could you?! It’s not fair! You said you’d keep your promise!" How cute, she cried.
"And you said you wouldn’t make me heal people! Here's the deal, you bitch! I have mana for, let me think. Maybe twenty more heals? So, will you give up?"
"No, I won’t! Do your worst, I can handle it!"
"You said it, princess!"
And so, he would continue. Time after time, he would find new ways of making Flare feel the hellish agony. Needle under a nail? Check. Ripping the nerve endings? Check. Smashing her fingers into thin pancakes with his newfound power? Check. Yet, after the fifteenth time of doing that, it started to get boring, and after the twentieth, well...
"F… Finally… I won! Now… go fuck yourself!" — said the smug woman, showing her crippled hands to Keyaru. She had a will of steel. He should’ve given her that.
"You know, I prefer having others do it for me. Now excuse you, princess!" And then, he grabbed her head and tried something new. His magic sparkled with a violet light, and then the healer showed his beloved tormentor a tongue of flame coming from his palm. It was made from her own mana.
First he stole her dignity, now he did so with her magic. Something had broken within Flare after she realized how hopeless her situation was. Keyaru could do it all night, all day, all eternity. And when he broke her finger one last time…
"IT HU-U-U-URTS!!!" She let out a scream of pure despair and agony, further pleasing the young man’s ego.
"All right, dearie. I won, and now we will have so much fun together!" — he exclaimed with such passion, that Keyaru’s smile almost reached his ears. The hero ripped Flare’s dress even further and healed her once more. Every time he felt her suffering, the lad was fine with it. It pleased him.
"No! No, please!" The sorceress tried to flee, but she fell to the ground. Keyaru ripped her Achilles’ tendons apart with his magic so he wouldn’t have to chase his prey. And while she crawled, he started getting rid of his armor.
"You won’t get far. So, do you like my powers? Hey, Flare. I will rape you now, with love!"
"No, I’m a princess! A noble! I won’t… I won’t ever have a fucking peasant as…" She tried to reach the exit, but her path was blocked by the naked healer, with his body still being one of Leonard’s. Quite a grotesque picture, to be honest, a grownup man with the head of a teen.
"Well, that’s unfortunate. I don’t seem to get erect, you pig!" It was fine, though. With his powers, Keyaru could do whatever he wanted to his body, and making the blood surge to his penis was the easiest of them. And it sure was worth it. He slapped the arrogant witch’s face with his phallus. And after such a delightful smack, the young man approached the fireplace and took a poker. Keyaru was so kind that he heated it in the blaze.
"I will let you choose, Flare. This rod or my rod?"
"Well, I… Um…"
"Stop mumbling and answer, or else you’ll get both!"
"Yours… Your’s would be better…"
"Oh, how sad. Do you not like me? That’s okay; I won’t force you. Now, turn around and let the warm guy in."
"No, please! I want your rod, master! Please, I beg you! Give me your mighty manly rod!" And she prayed. Obviously, fear is stronger than shame. But there was a small problem.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha! Have it your way! Or not, it seems like my friend has fallen asleep! Can’t help your ugly mug ruining all the mood." Keyaru said all of this, pointing at his inactive dick. And to be honest, it wasn’t about Flare’s look, she was still positively stunning. It’s just all the pain and torment he endured ruined her charm for the lad. He didn’t fear her anymore, yet he wouldn’t get pumped up either. "The fuck are you waiting for? Arouse me, before I burn your cursed hole!" But the young man still tried. Even if he had to swing a red-hot poker before Flare’s nose.
*I… I understand." Flare slowly took off her panties and spread her legs. "Please, give me your…"
"No, I’m not impressed. Come on, can we manage with the poker?"
"T… Then… Then I will show you… how I please myself!" Now that was at least interesting. The princess drove her fingers to the crotch. To Keyaru’s disappointment, she had no hair there, not a single pink hairspring. Now, the sorceress licked both of her hands and started rubbing her vagina slowly and sloppily. The girl choked on her tears as her nails, broken twenty times this night, drove deeper into her flesh. Although unwillingly, the princess started enjoying it. She’d grope her clitoris, caress the vivid hymen. The healer expected everything, especially that he would be glad to see his foe crushed and humiliated, but no.
*A-a-ah!* As she moaned, and her sweaty body started to glow, Keyaru felt himself succumbing to her charm at last.
"So, you are a pervert?"
"I… I am!.." What else could she say? You’re forcing me because I had you raped for a month and a half?
"Well, rejoice! You finally made me interested! Now get your ass back here, you fucking swine!"
"Yes, m-master!"
"Time to give you what you want!" And finally, right on the cold floor, he slammed his penis into the virgin princess.
"A-A-AH! IT HURTS, PLEASE, STOP!!!" But he wouldn't. Instead, he groped Flare’s taut ass.
"Oh hell no! You get hurt, I get on, period!" And then, not stopping the friction even for a little bit, the young man started violently slapping the princess’ cheeks.
"I beg you! It hurts so much!" Slap. "A-A-A-AH!!!"
"Calm down, bitch, I can always make it worse!" Blood, sex, and burned metal filled the room with their delightful aroma, as the hero slammed his penis time after time. Cries had halted, but not moans and sobbing. Keyaru noticed a mirror, and this is when a new plan was born in his sick head. The healer pulled the sorceress’ hair, made her watch.
"A-a-a-a-a-a!" — she sobbed, confronted by her own impotence, but it was only the beginning.
"Don’t cry, my dear. I am kind, so I will make you beautiful!" — the young man happily announced, as his hand grasped Flare’s head. One second of blindness, and then…
"Why… WHY?! THIS IS NOT MY FACE! NOT MY FA-A-A-A-ACE!!!" — the princess disappeared, but in her place a new beauty was born. The one with blue eyes and a pleasant round face.
"You‘ll love it, my dear. Have I ever told you that Kurt said I should marry you?"
"NONONONONONONONONONONO!!!"
"Ye-e-es. Oh, this is good. I love you so much more like this!"
"A-a-ah… What can I do… For you to forgive me?.."
"Let’s see… Can you give me a kid? Because this is what you’ll get in a moment."
"No!.. Not… inside…"
"You said inside? How could I refuse a lady so gorgeous as you are?" And then he came, and this was the brightest, happiest ejaculation in his entire life. Oh, and it seems Flare also reached her orgasm. Or was it just shock? Either way, her body stumbled on the floor with urine and vaginal lubrication pouring on it. "Now, here is what I’ll do. You’ve been a good toy for me, Flare, so you’re coming with me. I’ll erase your memory and give you a new chance in your wasted life!"
"No… No, not from a peasant." Alas, though, she didn’t listen. "I DON’T WANNA GET PREGNANT FROM A PEASANT!!!" Now this has upset Keyaru big. His smile faded, and he went on to pick up a poker. And even though it was already cold, the Hero of Healing wished to put it to good use.
"So this is how it is, huh?"
"What are you doing? Stop! Please, Keyaru, don’t do this!"
"If you hate having my children that much, then I have no choice but to spare you." The revenger gazed upon the rod, and then, after a long exhale… "Ignis!" The flame emerged from his hand, coating the iron and filling it with heat. The healer’s hand burned as well, baking his flesh and evaporating the blood. "See, it’s not as bad as it looks."
"No… No-no-no-no! Everything but this, no-o!" If Flare ever prayed, the only god that would hear her… held a red-hot poker. He put his feet on his foe’s pelvis, and his weapon was no longer for show. "A-A-A-A-A-A-A!!! HE-E-E-E-ELP!!! MO-O-O-O-O-OM!!! Keyaru pierced Flare’s womb with his rod, and she amused him with her cries. Nobody would save her. Definitely not someone, who’s been dead for four years now. Not that she even deserved saving, but when the young man gazed upon her broken face, a face he blessed her with… something changed inside him. He pulled the poker with a pile of charred vaginal flesh on it, and wasted no time on healing the pink-haired girl.
"I won’t let you die here. However, Flare is dead now. Dead… Ha-ha… So, this is how it is? To exact your vengeance all the way to the end? Hah-hah! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!"
For the first time in his twisted life, Keyaru was genuinely happy. Some people say that vengeance leaves you hollow? They lie, or are just too foolish to live beyond it. Either way, Keyaru restored his burned hand, grabbed the unconscious sorceress on his shoulder and came to see the maids' corpses.
"This will do." Before finishing his escape, Keyaru changed one of the heads into a copy of Flare’s. This way, everyone would think Leonard murdered her, and Flare would truly perish here. But when it was done… a strange fear engulfed the young man. The dark mist appeared here, and before he knew it, cracks in the walls would start spreading. No, not walls, but reality itself. And then a clawed dark-purple hand tried to grope him. Now it was Keyaru who feared, although only for a moment. He quickly stepped away, but his newly obtained property wouldn’t let him jump. Then it was a wing. Keyaru summoned his jade eye, but just like with the archbishop, this creature was out of this world’s laws. In the end, Keyaru braced himself and leaped through the window. The winged abomination followed, but Keyaru was ready.
"IGNIS EXCUTERE!!!" In the end, the creature would burn in the very room where it tried ambushing the young man with his prized possession. The blazing barrage stopped it. The magic he took from Flare helped him in driving out the threat, but while running away from the castle, the healer had no chance of seeing it. The flames of his spell turned white.
"Something big is happening here. And I need to know what!"
Chapter 9 — The death of the princess
It’s been about two weeks since Keyaru has once again been blessed with invulnerability to poisons. The spring had ended, and now the warm summer took over. But alas, the hero of healing decided against fleeing right away. At first, he needed the king out. He spent fifteen more days playing a drug addict. Something he had an entire year of experience with. And now it was the time. Margurth Rikil Jioral left, chasing the ghost of the tenth hero. First, his military expedition was but a rumor, but after the monarch took three thousand knights, a dozen Cryleths, and even one of the Three Champions, it was now or never. But first, the healer put his arm on the chest and called upon his divine power, healing minor wounds, redistributing skills, and more importantly— restoring his aching back to normal.
After that, all that was left was to look in the mirror. Fortunately, the bedpan for excrement was polished enough to give a proper reflection.
Race: Human
Name: Keyaru
Class: The Healer; The Hero
Level: 34
Mana: 133/133
Physical attack: 34
Physical defense: 34
Magic attack: 66
Magic defense: 78
Speed: 75
Abilities:
Magic of Healing: 2-st circle
Divine blade: 4-th level
Ultra-perception: 4-th level
Acceleration: 3-rd level
Alchemy: 4-th circle
Harmony: 2-nd level
Skills:
Boost to Mana regen; 2-st level. The skill of the Healer, boosts Mana regen by 20%
Boost to Magic of Healing; 2-st level. The skill of the Healer, boosts Magic of Healing.
Boost to EXP: 2x. The skill of the Hero, doubles all the incoming EXP for the Hero and their party members.
Level cap break (on yourself): The skill exclusive to the Hero, releases level cap.
Level cap break (on others): The skill exclusive to the Hero, allows raising other’s level cap by +1 by consuming magic energy contained in the Hero’s body fluids.
Immunity to poisons: Acquired skill. Defends user against any poisonous or addictive effect.
Now this looks positively promising. When Keyaru got imprisoned, his level didn’t exceed the number of five. And now he had all the power he needed. And for some, the journey to reach such a high level took years. The young man looked at his chosen abilities. For now, at least he could choose only five of them at a time, and if they were not utilized, he would forget them in a matter of a month. The healing magic went without saying, but the divine blade and ultra-perception were much more interesting. The first was a manual of sword fighting (or, well, sabers), while the latter was one of its techniques, so prominent it became an ability of its own. It was, for lack of a better word, a force field, where the user could feel objects without even looking at them. That meant no one could ambush Kureha and Keyaru in that regard. The two other ones were less promising. Acceleration, taken from the blinded archer-woman, allowed the hero to be a little faster at the expense of mana, though this would barely compensate for the gap between him and the sword master, as the predatory nature of Keyaru’s healing stole abilities left Kureha with one level less than originally. Harmony allows you to react faster and ignore part of the pain, which could come in handy when your own power wants you to suffer. And finally, the alchemy. Not only did the hero now know how to brew potions and elixirs of his own, he could also do this:
"Time to start the party!" A single touch on the massive collar was enough to turn it into a pile of rust. Now he needed a sword. After all, killing six or seven, spending all the mana was inefficient and exhausting. But the boy was too weak to compete against a competent fighter. And this is when his power helped him one more time. First…
Potential:
Mana: 110→116
Physical attack: 50→53
Physical defense: 50→53
Magic attack: 106→111
Magic defense: 126→132
Speed: 120→126
Summary: 560→591
"Now that’s better. Too bad I can’t squeeze myself more. Although, I still need something else. "
Potential:
Mana: 110→80
Physical attack: 50→130
Physical defense: 50→83
Magic attack: 111→100
Magic defense: 137→72
Speed: 126→126
Summary: 591
Strength filled his muscles, and his body grew flexible and agile. It was time to repay his debt to Flare. But before stepping out of the cell, Keyaru used the moment of quiet to reflect on the past. He could agree to heal others willingly and become prominent and honored in this society. With his adequacy intact, he’d never let Bullet or Blade abuse him, and even Flare would fall for him due to his extensive knowledge of her tastes. It wasn’t possible any longer. And however beautiful she was, Keyaru had his grudges, deep enough to bear a month and a half of torture in this acursed dungeon. The lad could even honor Kurt’s advice eventually, but only on his own terms. She would become his.
"I hope you’re wa-a-aiting for me, my dear Flare!"
One touch, and the lock rusted to nothing. When Keyaru went upstairs, he was met by two yawning guardsmen. The first perished with his head exploding at a single poke of the escaped inmate's finger, the other got a sword right into his throat. Taking a blade out of the scabbard of a dead foe, burying it in someone’s flesh — after everything he went through, killing was actually fun. However, the joy of wielding the true power quickly came to nothing after the hero discovered that he couldn’t gain knowledge of a corpse, and reading someone's mind required continuous contact.
Still, what’s done is done, and with no other option, the young man hid the bodies and went towards the prison officer, hiding from patrols. Sneaking past the lazy slouches was easier than expected. A man, dealing with mundane paperwork, didn’t even know what hit him. One second later, he was paralyzed. This way, Keyaru gained both armor, information and even a new face for a mask with the use of his gained skills. Nobody would find his victims for another hour, so the healer killed his unwilling informant and went on to the knight’s barracks.
The accommodations of the royal elite were the last place to go when fleeing from a dungeon. And yet, the fugitive’s cover was perfect. Nobody would find out until it was too late, for Keyaru knew all the rules, jargon, and the way to greet men of higher hierarchy and even looked like one of the loyal servants of Jioral. The plan was perfect. At least, until the lad heard the emergency chimes.
"Well, well, that’s even better." — Keyaru mumbled, rushing to the captain’s room’s door — "Reporting, sir! The prisoner has escaped; the Hero of Healing is on the run! Requesting permission to deliver the captain an important dispatch!" Of course, the knight at the door looked skeptical at a low-ranking officer, but he still let the man inside into Leonard’s lavish chamber.
"What the fuck do you need?" The blonde tormentor in the middle of equipping his armor wasn’t expecting any reports, and he clearly wasn’t a tolerant kind.
"Twenty eight strikes." But Keyaru had already reached his hand towards the bastard’s head.
…
"How did he flee?! How could this stupid dog..? " Flare was stressed out, to say the least. Worried and scared, she walked in circles, biting on her nails. The sorceress raised the entire palace’s guard and all available knights. It wasn’t even panic; the princess was terrified, and even her two armed maids were not enough to calm her down. She thought Keyaru was a one-leveled scrub, but now she wasn’t so sure. But everything changed when Leonard barged into the throne room, accompanied by his loyal men, who dragged the escapee.
"We’ve got him!" — the captain boasted.
"Good, as always, you did great. My gods, how much trouble can this mutt cause? " Finally, Flare could relax and get back to her usual hubris. The prisoner tried to say something, but the knight harshly slammed his face into the floor. It seemed like his throat was broken, and only an elixir could help the rebel.
"Your Highness, when I caught this little shit, it told me something of utmost importance. We can’t ignore this."
"Can’t ignore? Leonard, does it concern us, heroes? "
"I’m afraid, I can only speak in private."
"Hm, very well. You may attend my personal chambers. " — the magician shrugged. After all, her father waged war against the tenth hero, and his daughter wanted to be of any help. "Oh, and throw this rubbish back into the dungeon. We have qualified people to teach him a lesson.
"As you wish." — said the captain, before gesturing to get the inmate to a torturer. He will live, though. At least until he outlived his usefulness.
And here they were, Flare, Leonard, and a pair of heavily armed maids, entering the princess’ personal accommodations. The interior was positively charming, and the whole room lacked any kind of dust, just as one would expect from the heir to the throne.
"The very chance of entering my domain is a reward in itself, isn’t it?"
"Yes, Your Highness, you have my gratitude."
"Now speak, what did that mutt tell you?"
"Well..." It looked as if Leonard tried to start his report, but the next moment he just unpretentiously pulled his bastard sword, cut one maid, then in an inadequately fast pirouette struck down the other. They didn’t even scream, as two heads rolled on the floor.
"So this is the power of Kureha Cryleth. Impressive, is it not? "
"Who are you? Igni…" Flare tried to burn her knight with a spell, but she was too late. The man ripped her dress, and then slammed the princess’ nape to the bookshelf. Even as he grabbed her arms, the humiliated sorceress tried to retaliate, only to find out that she just couldn’t gather even a bit of her mana.
"N-no, my magic! Leonard, how dare you...? "
"Leonard? Ah, you’re speaking of me?" — the knight, who wasn’t supposed to wield such mighty power, seemingly laughed. He raised his left hand and touched his face. And Flare witnessed horror, as her captain’s flesh started wriggling in a formless mass of meat, until it shaped into the form of someone the girl was afraid to see the most.
"Auf, auf! Your nasty dirty doggy, Keyaru has come to play! I was so-o-o lonely without you. I had to flee, my lovely mistress! Oh wait, I’m joking! PHAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!"
"Wait, so that mut… Where’s Leonard?! "
"Oh, don’t worry about him. He was so nice as to take my place for striking me twenty-eight times!"
"Twent… AH!!!" She couldn’t finish, as Keyaru brutally tossed her to the ground.
"You made me your doggy, and now you’ll have my gratitude."
"No, please, Keyaru! I was doing it for your own good! You could’ve broken down without medicine! I just tried my best! " Even now, this woman has resorted to lies. But it was fine. After all, Keyaru loved that side of her.
"Oh yeah? What about you insulting me, humiliating me, slamming my poor crotch, stepping on me with your heels? Oh, and let's not forget your soldiers fucking me every goddamn night! Thank you, Flare! I loved every second of your affection!"
"So... You remember it all?"
"You made my life a living hell, and now I’ll have my vengeance. Simple as that."
"V... vengean?.. AH!" The Hero of Healing grabbed the princess’ arm and dragged her toward the table. "What are you doing?!" — she asked, as the young man dropped her on the wood.
"Greetings, and welcome to my world, Flare. I want to play a game!"
"A game?.." She received no answer. Only pain. "A-A-A-A-A-A-A!!!" Her sweet and delightful screams filled the room as Keyaru broke her index finger, yet no sound had reached anyone. The chambers were soundproof, and only one person would hear her yelling, the one who hated the princess the most.
"How was it? Oh yeah: "Maybe now you’ll understand a hundredth of the pain you caused, well, me!"
"What do you want?! Money? I’ll give you however much you want! Power? You want to be a noble? I’ll give you women, as many as you please; just spare me!" Oh, so now she's resorted to trading her way out? Well, Keyaru was interested in nothing of the sort. Not from her, at least. The prospect of being rich and mighty was attractive, but not as much as waking one day with a dagger’s handle sticking out of your heart. "A-A-A-A-A-A!!!" The broken middle finger was his response, and the agonizing scream was its own reward.
"Hah-hah-hah! You think I’ll believe your bullshit? I’m going to break your fingers. Then nails. And when you’re out of fingers, I’m going to start caressing your toes. You manage not to scream, you win, and my vengeance is over. If not, well, you’ll find out soon enough."
"I… I accept your conditions! If I win…"
"Yeah, yeah, I’ll keep my promise, unlike you. This is where the fun begins!” Indeed, it did. At first, Keyaru tucked the remaining three fingers, displacing them with one swift movement.
"M-m… Uugh…" And Flare was ready this time. Even when the young man started ripping the nails, one after another, the princess just wouldn’t give up. She quietly moaned, when Keyaru smashed her entire hand with a mythril gauntlet, time after time. She watched as her beautiful fingers turned into a bloody mash of meat and bones. Terrified, she couldn’t already unclench her teeth when her victim started doing the same with her feet. Her beautiful face turned into a red grimace of pain and shock, as saliva drooled onto her naked breast. Keyaru was meticulous, and he savored the whole process, remembering every bit of pain from the previous world she and her lapdog Blade had ever caused him. And even when he was done…
"Ha… Haa… Uh… Haa… Are you… finished?.." — the sorceress asked, watching her nailless toes that had turned into a mess of hematomas and blood. She was ready to cry with grief and... joy of deliverance. She even squinted her emerald eyes.
"What are you so happy about?" But when she opened them, she saw that her own limbs were unscathed. "So, ready for another round?" And Keyaru’s grinning face, his gaze peeking into the deepest depths of her soul.
"H-how could you?! It’s not fair! You said you’d keep your promise!" How cute, she cried.
"And you said you wouldn’t make me heal people! Here's the deal, you bitch! I have mana for, let me think. Maybe twenty more heals? So, will you give up?"
"No, I won’t! Do your worst, I can handle it!"
"You said it, princess!"
And so, he would continue. Time after time, he would find new ways of making Flare feel the hellish agony. Needle under a nail? Check. Ripping the nerve endings? Check. Smashing her fingers into thin pancakes with his newfound power? Check. Yet, after the fifteenth time of doing that, it started to get boring, and after the twentieth, well...
"F… Finally… I won! Now… go fuck yourself!" — said the smug woman, showing her crippled hands to Keyaru. She had a will of steel. He should’ve given her that.
"You know, I prefer having others do it for me. Now excuse you, princess!" And then, he grabbed her head and tried something new. His magic sparkled with a violet light, and then the healer showed his beloved tormentor a tongue of flame coming from his palm. It was made from her own mana.
First he stole her dignity, now he did so with her magic. Something had broken within Flare after she realized how hopeless her situation was. Keyaru could do it all night, all day, all eternity. And when he broke her finger one last time…
"IT HU-U-U-URTS!!!" She let out a scream of pure despair and agony, further pleasing the young man’s ego.
"All right, dearie. I won, and now we will have so much fun together!" — he exclaimed with such passion, that Keyaru’s smile almost reached his ears. The hero ripped Flare’s dress even further and healed her once more. Every time he felt her suffering, the lad was fine with it. It pleased him.
"No! No, please!" The sorceress tried to flee, but she fell to the ground. Keyaru ripped her Achilles’ tendons apart with his magic so he wouldn’t have to chase his prey. And while she crawled, he started getting rid of his armor.
"You won’t get far. So, do you like my powers? Hey, Flare. I will rape you now, with love!"
"No, I’m a princess! A noble! I won’t… I won’t ever have a fucking peasant as…" She tried to reach the exit, but her path was blocked by the naked healer, with his body still being one of Leonard’s. Quite a grotesque picture, to be honest, a grownup man with the head of a teen.
"Well, that’s unfortunate. I don’t seem to get erect, you pig!" It was fine, though. With his powers, Keyaru could do whatever he wanted to his body, and making the blood surge to his penis was the easiest of them. And it sure was worth it. He slapped the arrogant witch’s face with his phallus. And after such a delightful smack, the young man approached the fireplace and took a poker. Keyaru was so kind that he heated it in the blaze.
"I will let you choose, Flare. This rod or my rod?"
"Well, I… Um…"
"Stop mumbling and answer, or else you’ll get both!"
"Yours… Your’s would be better…"
"Oh, how sad. Do you not like me? That’s okay; I won’t force you. Now, turn around and let the warm guy in."
"No, please! I want your rod, master! Please, I beg you! Give me your mighty manly rod!" And she prayed. Obviously, fear is stronger than shame. But there was a small problem.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha! Have it your way! Or not, it seems like my friend has fallen asleep! Can’t help your ugly mug ruining all the mood." Keyaru said all of this, pointing at his inactive dick. And to be honest, it wasn’t about Flare’s look, she was still positively stunning. It’s just all the pain and torment he endured ruined her charm for the lad. He didn’t fear her anymore, yet he wouldn’t get pumped up either. "The fuck are you waiting for? Arouse me, before I burn your cursed hole!" But the young man still tried. Even if he had to swing a red-hot poker before Flare’s nose.
*I… I understand." Flare slowly took off her panties and spread her legs. "Please, give me your…"
"No, I’m not impressed. Come on, can we manage with the poker?"
"T… Then… Then I will show you… how I please myself!" Now that was at least interesting. The princess drove her fingers to the crotch. To Keyaru’s disappointment, she had no hair there, not a single pink hairspring. Now, the sorceress licked both of her hands and started rubbing her vagina slowly and sloppily. The girl choked on her tears as her nails, broken twenty times this night, drove deeper into her flesh. Although unwillingly, the princess started enjoying it. She’d grope her clitoris, caress the vivid hymen. The healer expected everything, especially that he would be glad to see his foe crushed and humiliated, but no.
*A-a-ah!* As she moaned, and her sweaty body started to glow, Keyaru felt himself succumbing to her charm at last.
"So, you are a pervert?"
"I… I am!.." What else could she say? You’re forcing me because I had you raped for a month and a half?
"Well, rejoice! You finally made me interested! Now get your ass back here, you fucking swine!"
"Yes, m-master!"
"Time to give you what you want!" And finally, right on the cold floor, he slammed his penis into the virgin princess.
"A-A-AH! IT HURTS, PLEASE, STOP!!!" But he wouldn't. Instead, he groped Flare’s taut ass.
"Oh hell no! You get hurt, I get on, period!" And then, not stopping the friction even for a little bit, the young man started violently slapping the princess’ cheeks.
"I beg you! It hurts so much!" Slap. "A-A-A-AH!!!"
"Calm down, bitch, I can always make it worse!" Blood, sex, and burned metal filled the room with their delightful aroma, as the hero slammed his penis time after time. Cries had halted, but not moans and sobbing. Keyaru noticed a mirror, and this is when a new plan was born in his sick head. The healer pulled the sorceress’ hair, made her watch.
"A-a-a-a-a-a!" — she sobbed, confronted by her own impotence, but it was only the beginning.
"Don’t cry, my dear. I am kind, so I will make you beautiful!" — the young man happily announced, as his hand grasped Flare’s head. One second of blindness, and then…
"Why… WHY?! THIS IS NOT MY FACE! NOT MY FA-A-A-A-ACE!!!" — the princess disappeared, but in her place a new beauty was born. The one with blue eyes and a pleasant round face.
"You‘ll love it, my dear. Have I ever told you that Kurt said I should marry you?"
"NONONONONONONONONONONO!!!"
"Ye-e-es. Oh, this is good. I love you so much more like this!"
"A-a-ah… What can I do… For you to forgive me?.."
"Let’s see… Can you give me a kid? Because this is what you’ll get in a moment."
"No!.. Not… inside…"
"You said inside? How could I refuse a lady so gorgeous as you are?" And then he came, and this was the brightest, happiest ejaculation in his entire life. Oh, and it seems Flare also reached her orgasm. Or was it just shock? Either way, her body stumbled on the floor with urine and vaginal lubrication pouring on it. "Now, here is what I’ll do. You’ve been a good toy for me, Flare, so you’re coming with me. I’ll erase your memory and give you a new chance in your wasted life!"
"No… No, not from a peasant." Alas, though, she didn’t listen. "I DON’T WANNA GET PREGNANT FROM A PEASANT!!!" Now this has upset Keyaru big. His smile faded, and he went on to pick up a poker. And even though it was already cold, the Hero of Healing wished to put it to good use.
"So this is how it is, huh?"
"What are you doing? Stop! Please, Keyaru, don’t do this!"
"If you hate having my children that much, then I have no choice but to spare you." The revenger gazed upon the rod, and then, after a long exhale… "Ignis!" The flame emerged from his hand, coating the iron and filling it with heat. The healer’s hand burned as well, baking his flesh and evaporating the blood. "See, it’s not as bad as it looks."
"No… No-no-no-no! Everything but this, no-o!" If Flare ever prayed, the only god that would hear her… held a red-hot poker. He put his feet on his foe’s pelvis, and his weapon was no longer for show. "A-A-A-A-A-A-A!!! HE-E-E-E-ELP!!! MO-O-O-O-O-OM!!! Keyaru pierced Flare’s womb with his rod, and she amused him with her cries. Nobody would save her. Definitely not someone, who’s been dead for four years now. Not that she even deserved saving, but when the young man gazed upon her broken face, a face he blessed her with… something changed inside him. He pulled the poker with a pile of charred vaginal flesh on it, and wasted no time on healing the pink-haired girl.
"I won’t let you die here. However, Flare is dead now. Dead… Ha-ha… So, this is how it is? To exact your vengeance all the way to the end? Hah-hah! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!"
For the first time in his twisted life, Keyaru was genuinely happy. Some people say that vengeance leaves you hollow? They lie, or are just too foolish to live beyond it. Either way, Keyaru restored his burned hand, grabbed the unconscious sorceress on his shoulder and came to see the maids' corpses.
"This will do." Before finishing his escape, Keyaru changed one of the heads into a copy of Flare’s. This way, everyone would think Leonard murdered her, and Flare would truly perish here. But when it was done… a strange fear engulfed the young man. The dark mist appeared here, and before he knew it, cracks in the walls would start spreading. No, not walls, but reality itself. And then a clawed dark-purple hand tried to grope him. Now it was Keyaru who feared, although only for a moment. He quickly stepped away, but his newly obtained property wouldn’t let him jump. Then it was a wing. Keyaru summoned his jade eye, but just like with the archbishop, this creature was out of this world’s laws. In the end, Keyaru braced himself and leaped through the window. The winged abomination followed, but Keyaru was ready.
"IGNIS EXCUTERE!!!" In the end, the creature would burn in the very room where it tried ambushing the young man with his prized possession. The blazing barrage stopped it. The magic he took from Flare helped him in driving out the threat, but while running away from the castle, the healer had no chance of seeing it. The flames of his spell turned white.
"Something big is happening here. And I need to know what!"
