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Chapter 155
🕑 Added 2025-01-23 19:56:27 +0000 UTCEmerging from the portal sent by Ysera, Xavius was rubbing his hands together like a cheap villain so often portrayed in plays.
He felt jubilation knowing that he was about to escape Varrus, and now, could finally place himself in a position of leverage against his longtime foe.
Of course there was that pesky oath, but with it acting as an assurance, there was nothing she could do to him!
Grinning to himself, Xavius was expecting to see the beautiful woman of his dreams-waiting in her chambers on silken sheets-yet what awaited him was a surprise.
“That two timing green bitch double crossed me!” Xavius exclaimed in surprise as he emerged in between a sword and a breath attack.
Conjuring a pair of shields in each hand, Xavius reflected the breath relatively easily, however, the sword carried with it some sort of Light x Void energy that ate away at him!
Jumping back in surprise, Xavius couldn't believe what just happened.
What had that skank Ysera tossed him into?!
Shaking his hand behind his back so that he wouldn't be seen as a loser, Xavius leered at the person who dared to strike him.
Coated in a purple-gold aura, it turned out to be one beautiful babe.
Xavius licked his lips lasciviously as he recognized her.
“Ah, so you're the wife. Your husband was a neat little snack, I can't wait to get my hands on you.” Xavius taunted.
“You know where Varrus is?” The girl cocked her head to the side, and glared at him intensely.
“That's right, doll. If you ever want to see your precious hubba hubba, then you'll do exactly as I say. Why don't you start things off by giving us a twirl.” Xavius took a step closer to establish dominance, and looked down on her like a predator assessing its prey.
“Where is he?!” Syra growled, her voice pierced the sound barrier, and caused Xavius to flinch.
Before he could say another word, and talk his way into her submission, the girl, Syra moved.
Xavius had just finished his mockery, and her sword was just about under his chin!
‘Piss!’ Xavius barely thought, and transformed himself into a shadow, sinking down to the ground like a 2 dimensional creature.
Flitting across the ground, Xavius felt witnessed the hot angry Elf's rampage first hand. Whatever she struck, she erased, just like her husband!
The worst part of it was, Syra was no more than a Legendary Hero. Extremely strong, yes, but a demigod such as himself should be able to put up some kind of a fight. But her speed was astronomical, and that unique brand of magic was inconceivable!
‘Ysera, you bitch, what have you done to me?!’ Xavius internally raged as he was forced to slink and slither from place to place.
Wide beams of destruction cleaved apart the land, hundreds of Dragon-spawn and other dream-world creatures perished as Xavius used them for cover.
‘I have to get out of here! That bodacious beauty is too much for now! My only escape is the temple! If I hide behind Ysera, she'll have no choice but to fight beside me!’ Xavius quickly planned out his escape.
However, before he could move another inch, he felt a magically enhanced boot stepping down on his leg.
Glancing up, he noticed another attractive woman. One who accumulated great fame in times past.
Wincing as he felt his leg snap, Xavius was forced back into his physical form, and glanced up at a woman that had haunted his nightmares.
“Oh, hello, Nightsong.” Xavius weakly waved up at the famed General.
“Xavius, it's been too long.” Nightsong politely nodded, and ground her heel into his thigh, eliciting a hiss.
“Not long enough.” Xavius muttered to himself. “I thought you were dead, it's good to see you, this is truly a moment worthy of celebration! What brings you to these parts?” Xavius cheered. All the while, he was subtly gathering mana in his hands so that he could strike at her through her own shadow.
Nightsong coldly smiled, and lopped off both his arms with one precise, blindingly fast movement.
“Sonuvabitch!” Xavius growled trying to rise up, only to be shield bashed in the face back to the ground.
Teeth went flying everywhere, and blood jetted out of Xavius's stumps like a faucet left to run all night.
“Enough with the theatrics. At your level, in this place, regrowing a limb is trivial.” Nightsong chided.
Xavius rolled his eyes, and reformed his limbs as if they had never been severed.
“However, if she were to sever your limbs, they would not grow back.” Nightsong gestured towards Syra who was standing nearby, her sword glowed ominously as it rested inches away from the crown of his head.
“Ladies, ladies, please. I think there is some sort of misunderstanding here. We're all here to fight the Emerald Dragonflight, right? I'm just giving my support to you two fine women.” Xavius held his hands up as if he had done nothing wrong.
“Where. Is. He.” Syra harshly intoned.
“Woah, woah, woah, speaking monosyllabically, now that's an affront to my ears!” Xavius joked.
“Answer the girl. 10, 9, 8, 7-” Nightsong began to countdown, offering him a clear cut and dry ultimatum.
Syra meanwhile, didn't blink for an instant as she held her sword at the ready.
Xavius, meanwhile, was frozen in a rictus-like grin.
‘Shit shit shit, what do I do? I can't tell them Varrus was blasting my home to smithereens, and I already said I had dealt with him. If I told them he was with Ysera, there's no way they'd believe me! Think, think!’ Xavius panicked to himself.
“...5, 4, 3, 2-”
‘I've got it!’ Xvius thought to himself as he eyed the extremely emotional, vulnerable girl holding the massive buster sword.
All she needed was a little push.
“Times up.” The cold voice sounded, and the sword plunged forth.
“Wait! I'll tell you where Varrus is!” Xavius shouted.
The blade halted, and Xavius felt the tip on his scalp, a rivulet of blood dripped down his forehead, and he could feel his mana sizzling as it collided with Syra's.
This wasn't an optimal position to be in, but being so close to her mana, it was probably for the best.
“Three seconds.” Nightsong intoned.
“Varrus isn't here right now, because he's in my dungeon! I defiled him, and he liked it!” Xavius lied out of his teeth.
“You lie!” Syra exploded with energy, her aura increased several fold, but also became more unstable.
“Gotchu.” Xavius laughed as the tip of the sword was about to enter his skull.
Eyes flashing with malicious intent, Xavius infiltrated Syra's shield, and placed her under a geas. Then, like a djinn getting sucked into a lamp, Xavius's spirit body flew into Syra's ear, and infiltrated her dreams.
Nightsong had reached out, trying to stop it from happening, but she was caught off guard, and it was too late.
A second later, Xavius's aura came from Syra, and the power of a demigod erupted from her.
“The King of Nightmares is back, baby!” Possessed-Syra roared in madness, and swung her blade at Nightsong with the intent to kill.
Using her shield, Nightsong parried the attack to the side, and had a worried expression on her face.
This excursion into the Emerald Dream to rescue Varrus had just transformed into a nightmare.
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Flying on his carpet at breakneck speeds, Varrus arrived to the entrance of Ysera's temple to find a stunning sight.
Energy exploded everywhere, and he witnessed his mother unleash a point blank Fus Roh Dah on Syra!
His wife, meanwhile, had slashed a powerful beam at Nightsong, that the General only just deflected thanks to her adamantium shield.
Utilizing the incredible speed granted by the enchanted gear, Syra moved in and clashed with Nightsong again and again. Each strike was heavy, with murderous intent.
Yet Nightsong seemed to be doing her best to hold back, and not injure Syra.
It only took a second for Varrus to realize Xavius was nowhere in sight, and that Ysera's warning had come true.
Syra was very clearly not herself!
“So you've finally arrived! Just in time too! Tell this evil woman to back off, otherwise you won't like what happens to your lovely wife!” A harsh voice came from Syra's mouth.
Varrus felt his heart still as what he had feared came to pass.
“Varrus! So you are okay after all. A monster exploited Syra's compromised emotional state. He is in her dreams as we speak!” Nightsong said as she clashed repeatedly with Syra.
Unwilling to let the Satyr threaten him, Varrus knew if he let this beast go, he would lose Syra forever. What he needed to do was get close, and cast Dispel Magic on Syra, and remove this shit stain from her conciseness.
“Omen, go. Attack with full force.” Varrus commanded.
“Awoo!” Omen charged forward, and began to saturate the entire area with a massive AOE spell of Starfall.
Moonbeams began to blast the ground, and churned up the already heavily damaged surroundings.
At the same time, Varrus jumped on his pet's back, and cast Thundering Hooves so that they could match Xavius's speed.
Possessed-Syra, who was locking blades with Nightsong grunted, and tried to get away, yet Nightsong held her in place.
“Let go, witch! If you don't, we'll both be crushed!” Xavius snarled.
“No price is too high to pay for my family.” Nightsong said, then unleashed a pointblank shout.
“Tiid. Bah. Dah!”
(Time. Wrath. Push.)
The Possessed-Syra suddenly found her movements to have slowed by an incredible margin.
Nightsong then jumped away, just as Omen pounced.
One enormous bus-sized paw came crashing down, smashing Syra into the ground.
“Hmrn!” Omen whined as his paw was pierced by the buster sword, Holy Void energy began to enter his system and deal some serious damage.
Varrus scowled as he cast Dispel Magic upon his furry friend.
He then jumped down next to Syra, to see her trapped under Omen's immense strength.
The sword flashed, and cut at him, but Omen sacrificed more of his flesh to make sure the weapon wouldn't budge.
“Don't think I won't kill her!” Xavius's voice resounded in desperation.
Varrus blinked to Syra's side, and looked at her sadly. He never thought he would fight his love like this. That she could be taken advantage of by someone so gruesome.
Holding out his hands, Varrus ignored the Satyr's bleating, and cast Dispel Magic.
“Syra my dear, I release you from this curse.” Varrus muttered, and prepared himself to battle Xavius's true form as soon as the blue light of the magic passed over her.
However…nothing happened!
“Ha, ah ha, ha, you hold no power here, Varrus Vandercross. I have seen her memories, I know that this Dispel Magic spell of yours is not so effective against continuous spells! As soon as you cast that spell, I'll simply redo my own! Your wife is mine!” Xavius crowed in triumph.
Balling his fists, Varrus looked down at the body of his wife as she cruelly laughed up at him.
Turning to Nightsong, his eyes practically begged her for a solution, but there was none forthcoming.
Placing a hand over his heart, Varrus almost felt like fainting. The fact that there was no easy solution for once, he felt helpless!
Ysera was no help, because she was still sealed. What was he to do?!
Varrus was shaking, and wanted to vomit at this situation. He felt physically ill.
Yet he refused to give up!
“It's no use, I am the Nightmare King! Release me, boy, and your precious might just survive. I'll even take an oath if it will soothe your soul!” Xavius mocked.
Varrus ignored this charlatan in favor of searching his skills and abilities. He needed something, anything that could free Syra from this awful man. Eventually, he found something that might just be what he needed!
Under his Illusion skill tree, he had two perks that might work for him.
Dream Thief, and Dream Geas.
If he was going to remove this cancer, it would have to be from within Syra's dreams.
Turning to Nightsong, Varrus silently nodded his head, not wanting to vocalize his plan.
Nightsong, seeing that he had something in mind, squeezed his shoulder supportively.
Varrus let out a deep breath, then placed his hand on Syra's forehead.
‘Dream Geas!’
A brilliant kaleidoscope of color burned his retina, and then blackness.
Blinking his eyes, Varrus found himself in a darkened cell.
Chained to the wall, a little Elven girl full of bruises was busily writing on a manuscript.
“How many times have I told you, Syra. You must use both hands.” A cultured woman in high heels said, and whipped her knuckles with a ruler.
The little girl, Syra flinched, and swapped her hand, yet when she was struck on the hand, Varrus felt as if he himself had been struck.
Recognizing the woman as Faedra, Varrus wondered if this was something Syra had experienced in the past?
Whatever it was, he did not like it.
The scene set his blood to a boil. If this was truly what Syra's childhood had been like, then there was a beating lying in wait for Faedra in the near future.
Raising a hand, Varrus tried to push Faedra away, but found himself passing through her.
Frowning to himself, Varrus discovered he had no power over this scene. Even when he tried to blast the memory of Faedra with his Illusory Fire, it did no damage.
Unknowing what to do, Varrus recalled what he was here to do in the first place. To find and destroy Xavius!
That goat fucker was the cause of this, if he was slain, then all would go back to normal!
Casting Clairvoyance, Varrus was relieved that it pointed in a direction!
Sighing to himself, Varrus glanced once more at the troubled girl, and almost didn't want to leave her.
Shaking his head in pity for the trials and tribulations Syra had undergone, Varrus steeled his heart and moved on.
He had to rescue her from this dire situation. When he did, he would shower her in hugs, kisses, and plenty of love.
‘Hang on Syra, please! I'm coming for you!’
Comments
MadGod
And now she took another man inside her... sort of. Cue in yandere self-hatred. Oh well, the more unstable she becomes, the stronger she gets, so it's all good.
Smitty
Inception, LOL. Xavius and Ysera both need to get got author, or else syra is gonna pay you a visit
