Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!" SHINGAMI NIHUA roared.

The maroon Pagoda with roofs of charcoal seemed to shiver at he bellowed. He ranted for one man in particular, screaming on top of his lungs. And if you ask Israfel, very much like the chicken on top of the moonstone river bridge.

Rafel at the moment made himself scarce; no one, no Samurai could find him. He was intentionally invisible. He sure as fuck needed to be.

"BASTARD! SHOW YOURSELF, CUNT! How dare you? How dare you come into my home and fuck my wife! MY WIFE! I am no cuck, you worthless piece of shit. I swear by all the gods of the Badlands, when I find you, I will stick my blade so far up your ass you'll be shitting metal for weeks! YOU HEAR ME, ROCCO! You're a dead man. YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, ROCCO CHALCONE!"

Shingami, chief of the [Iron Viper] clan shivered on the top steps of his pagoda, brandishing his pale Katana high in the air as if willing Rafel to suddenly appear at the end of it. The curved blade glowed in an enveloped of [killer frost]; the aura of this ice poison swamped the curve like a broadsword.

This was four days later in the cold, snow forest of the Jun Prefecture. Poor Shingami had just found out about his wife's affair with their dangerously handsome visitor—the cunt who swore he was a pirate. And his finding was not in a good way. But then was there a certain way for a man to find out his wife was cheating? And a swordsman at that.

Just three minutes ago, Shingami, clothed in his blue Epic [Hunting Gear] had decided to kiss his wife a good morning on his way to the well in the outhouse. A kind hello he reckoned after returning from a night of good hunting. As his men traipsed to level the fifteen-pound wild boar they'd bagged for skinning, the naive Samurai lord made a cut for his wife's room.

Shingami had just stepped into the Pagoda, just two feet on the plain wood floors when he heard the sounds:

"Ahhn! Yes. Yes! Fuck my dirty cunt just like that. I like that. Ohh...you're so good at making me cum." And then the additional male accompaniment. "I love making you come, Xifeng. I'm gonna drill this fat tight ass of yours. Your husband should be up in here every minute of his day. Look at you, you sexy, filthy, pregnant bitch. Oh yes, whore. Take my fat throbbing cock."

Shingami tadpoled to the room where the sounds of such passionate fucking came from. His wife's room.

He didn't knock. He couldn't.

Softly, he put his hand to the wooden door and slid it back. "Ah!" He gasped in a breath. His horror was unimaginable. No painter could depict the twist of his face in that moment. There his wife, Xifeng was: sprawled on all fours under a giant red-haired devil in an Oni mask, dogging the shit out of her. The devil pulled off his mask... and it was Rocco.

Both lovers froze seeing him by the ajar door.

"Baby," Xifeng started. But Shingami wouldn't turn his eyes to his wife. He had his feral gaze on the man whom had his penis inside of her. In the position he witnessed, their sex was animalistic. In Shingami's eyes, shock transformed into wrath. It burst out like an inferno.

"Sword Arts! STEEL OF ANNIHILATION!" He called to himself his Katana, aiming to cut out both flesh and soul from the fucker plunging his wife.

In that second, just as Shingami bolted forward in a loud roar, flying the distance between the open doorway and their tangling bodies, his Katana straight out like a spear for Rocco's neck, Rafel gathered Influence to himself and was engulfed in a vortex of swirling shadows. [Umbrage] carried him safely away in a portal.

Shingami had destroyed the room in search for him. THE LIAR. THE MADMAN. THE FUCKING ARSE-HOLE. Then he'd marched right out the chamber, ordering an entire clan of samurais to upturn the whole fucking forest until they found a bastard by the name of Rocco Chalcone. Rafel—by his alias was pronounced wanted in the Jun Prefecture, dead or alive.

Not trusting anywhere in the village safe enough to hide, Rafel decided to remain in the [Noir World]...

Which is where he currently was; watching the three dozen male and female samurais raze through snow and river and woods for him. He was in the black smoke wafting up from chimneys. The soot on the backs of pots. The ash of dying embers. He floated in this [Energy Form] as mist and shadow. He was granted a frontrow seat to the chase for himself.

Dubbed as the suicidal cunt who had gone and fucked Shingami's pregnant pride, Israfel had gone from visitor to prisoner in a gingersnap. But where he was—under a brush as the leaves umbra, he wasn't remorseful.

Four days he had been fucking Xifeng. And she was mad skilled at giving head. She did this absolutely unreal thing with her pussy. She clenched—

"ROCCO! I HAVE YOUR GIRLS!"

This made Rafel perk up. All other thoughts fell away.

"Come out. Come out, wherever you are! Who's shy now, you fucking fucker! Hahahaha!" Shingami taunted. "Whoo!!!" Rafel watched him line up Aya Naamah, Ravenna, Corazón, Khalifa, and several other pretty girls he didn't even know were part of his company on the soft muddy earth in front of the pagoda, execution-style. They were forced to their knees by overeager samurais.

Shingami raised his pale Katana, bluish laser and all, to the first girl in the line. She shivered in the snow. Obviously hijacked from sleep, she was in only shorts and a large top. Her knees were bare and red in the white fucking sleet.

Shingami's blade kissed her supple neck.

"ROCCO CHALCONE!" The Samurai called out. "I am going to count to three. And then. . .heads will roll. ONE!" Rafel swirled as smoke closer for a better view. In this [Energy Form], he could not communicate Aya telepathically. "TWO!" When he saw warm blood seep over the curved blade from the Katana beginning to drive into the girl's skin he knew Shingami wasn't kidding.

"THR—"

"WAIT!" Rafel materialized in front of everybody. Tendrils of wisping smoke and light and shadow coalesced into physicality as he took again solid form. Whilst everyone was gasping, he managed to fastened the pants he couldn't following his swift escape.

"Stop." he said. "It's me you want."

"LIKE HELL IT IS!" Shingami's katana was already up in the air. It crashed down fast as lightning and was about to cleave flesh when another voice bottled out.

"STOP, HUSBAND!"

Thwaaang!

Xifeng rolled out of the pagoda, parrying off the swinging katana with hers. Shingami drew back and did a doubletake. "You side with this. . .THIS FUCKIN' LIAR. Is his dick that good?" Xifeng didn't drop her sword until Shingami did his. She said to his flaming face. "I won't gratify that with an answer, babe." Then she turned to the rest of the village, samurais and [Iron Viper] commonfolk now gathered about. She said of Israfel:

"My husband is wrathful. As are some of you. That is to be expected. But he is also right about one thing. This man did lie to us." Her straight finger pointed at Rafel. "His real name is not Rocco Chalcone. THIS IS HIM!" She held up a poster with Rafel's face, all of his dangerous handsomeness in purview. A WANTED poster.

People around gasped and leaned in for better looks. Xifeng went on. Her voice took a softer edge. "Turns out we aren't the first to bag him as Wanted. He is the Most Wanted Man in the entire fucking Continent. He is the KINGSLAYER. You might have heard of rumors of a Rebel Lord... This is him. His real name is Israfel Blüdthïrste, nephew to the Dark Dowager. His is trueblood demon. Of the bloodline of Lucifer. I present to you the Burning One. THE FREAKING APOLLYON!"

"HOLY FUCKIN' FUCK!" Shingami gulped. His blade went loose at his side.

"There's more," said Xifeng. "He tamed SAKUHARU, the Sandwhale."

"A Kaiju?" One villager squeaked.

"Yes. A motherfucking Kaiju."

After this no one said anything for a long, long time. Rafel didn't know how long. But soon, the first knee met the snows. Then there were others. Folk of the Jun Prefecture began to kneel all around him. Samurais who wanted to stake him and flay him just ten minutes before were all prostrating and dropping to the earth. Corazón and the girls were already on their knees, and stayed so. Xifeng put a hand to her belly and softly dropped down to the cold, white earth.

In front of the high Pagoda, some eighty people knelt roundabout Rafel. Shingami Nihua was the last to fall to his knees. Clutching to his Katana at the silver hilt: a Viper's head, he bowed and said,

"Hail the Apollyon. Hail the Wanted Man. Hail the Beast tamer. Hail the Kingslayer. ALL HAIL THE REBEL LORD!"

Everyone recited in chorus. "HAIL THE REBEL LORD! HAIL THE REBEL LORD! HAIL THE REBEL LORD!"

It was a repeat of Caer Mullhen. In a billion years, never would Israfel have guessed he'd avoid a beheading in this manner? He had been forgiven of bedding the wife of a Samurai provincial lord, just like that. Just like fucking that! But still, he was of one mind now to hasten his departure.

No more pregnant wife pussy for him.

Summoning all the chivalry he could muster to his yellow eyes, he touched a knightly arm to the man kneeling closest to him. Shingami raised his eyes. Whilst all around them, chanting continued, Rafel offered kindly to the Samurai. "I must be on my way. Much gratitude to the [Iron Viper] clan, but could you kindly show us the way out of your cold forest."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

An hour later, Rafel, boarded with six camels, a full company including a few choice samurais now, stepped out from the [Arcane Fence] that shielded the Jun Prefecture from the rest of the Badlands.

One step in, it was freezing snow. The next step out, it was boiling desert.