User blog:Yudayahito/Three Brothers in the Age of Monster Girls: Volume 2, Chapter 4

“So, Izzy”

“You know I don’t like to be called that, Peck”

“Hey!”

“What? You don’t like your old nickname, Peck?”

“Shut up!”

“Oh don’t be such a baby! You’re a big boy now! And you even have your own sword!”

“I…. I’ll…… I’ll”

“You’ll what?”



“Stop it! Both of you!”, Solomon shouted, putting an end to the squabble between his younger brothers. They had been walking for about four hours down the road after having made it out of the forest. And until then, they had walked in silence. “Honestly, we’ve just been reunited and you two are back to your petty fights!”, the Hero growled, utterly irritated.



Isidore waited for Solomon to turn around before shooting Isaac a dirty look, the Incubus fuming as he stomped after them.

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Lord Rubius tried desperately to control his profuse sweating, his forehead, armpits and palms having the worst of it. From his window overlooking the countryside, he could see the ominous dark orb of demonic energy floating some ten kilometers away.



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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“MY LORD RUBIUS!”, a servant shouted as he bursted into the room.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“GAH! WHAT!?”, Rubius stammered, his many rolls giggling as he turned to face his servant.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“The Hero Solomon has arrived, along with the remainder of the Order forces”, the servant replied.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">It was a pitiable sight Lord Rubius beheld. About three weeks ago, the Knight Captain had arrived in his lands with about one hundred soldiers. Now there were little more than twenty.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Lord Ruibius”, Solomon called out, the Hero’s confident voice allowed the pudgy noble to calm down for a moment. A very brief moment that was soon shattered by the appearance of the green cloaked mercenary.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“We find ourselves in need of your assistance”, Solomon continued, removing his white hood as he did so.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“W-what help can I offer you?”, Lord Rubius asked, his voice trembling a bit as he saw Isidore staring at him.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“We need fighters, for one. And shelter and provisions”, Solomon replied matter of factly.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Basically you need to have your entire force rebuilt again so you charge into the mass of demonic energy with reckless abandon?”, Isidore interrupted.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Lord Rubius hardly dared to breath as the Hero turned towards the mercenary who had emptied nearly a quarter of his safe.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“I plan on taking back the land from the taint of demonic corruption, Brother”, Solomon replied calmly. “What else would you have me do?”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Heh. I’m not suggesting anything, just asking”, the Mercenary replied, smirking. Solomon frowned before turning back to Lord Rubius, who had been staring at them absolutely stupefied.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Whatever you can offer us will be greatly appreciated. I will see to it that you are blessed for you and your people’s sacrifice”, Solomon said to the flabbergasted noble before returning to his brothers.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Agatha sighed in despair as she looked upon the dismal scene before her. Soldiers scrambled about trying to organize what they could salvage with them during their retreat, which barely amounted than more than a day’s supplies for a dozen of them. Agatha sat down on the cobblestone wall along the path to the manor door and took a moment to rest.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">She loosened the color of her chain mail shirt, airing out her sweaty chest a bit, the moisture staining her undershirt. Suddenly, Agatha felt a chill go down her spine, as if she was being watched. She looked behind her, but found nothing to be there. A bit nervous, she stood back up and set about helping out the other soldiers.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isaac snickered to himself from behind the manor’s wall. “She’s cute”, he thought to himself. “Would look better with out that armor on”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The Incubus smiled lewdly as he continued his perverted thoughts.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“What are you so happy about”, Isidore asked, startling Isaac. The youngest brother looked up to see Solomon and Isidore standing over him, both with a disapproving look on their faces.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Lord Rubius has offered us his hospitality for as long as we want”, Solomon said. “In the name of all that is good and holy in this world, behave yourselves”, he commanded before walking off to manage his troops.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“You heard him”, Isidore goaded, elbowing his little brother in the ribs. “Behave yourself”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hey!”, Isaac protested, but his brother had already walked off before he could do anything. Isaac sat in the grass dejectedly and grumbled to himself.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Night came sooner than everyone had expected, some suggesting the presence of Monsters had something to do with it. Lord Rubius had decided to hold a small feast for his guests so as to take their mind off of such things.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The Brothers sat in a position of honor near Lord Ruibius at the head of the long table.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Be merry everyone!”, the jolly noble cheered, his favorite silver mug in hand and slashing with mead, much like his huge belly. “Now is the time to forget your worries and relish in the bounty of the land!”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Here! Here!”, everyone cheered, save for Solomon. As the various roasted animals, pastries and mugs of alcohol were brought in, minstrels serenaded the feast, their jaunty tunes completely erasing the gloomy atmosphere from before.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isaac had managed to charm one of the servant girls into his lap, the young woman giggling as he talked sweetly to her. Isidore rolled his eyes from over his mug of ale. The Mercenary then turned to his brother, who ate solemnly a if he were in his own little corner. “Something wrong?”, he asked.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“I honestly don’t see how anyone can celebrate like this when the land is in dire danger”, Solomon replied, absentmindedly twirling his spoon through a bunch of peas, grimacing at a loud and proud belch from Lord Rubius.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Most people can’t dwell on gloom and doom for long. They need a distraction to keep their spirits up, less they go mad with sorrow”

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“And is that what you did?”, Solomon asked.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Hm?”, Isidore hummed, mouth full of roasted turkey.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Is that what you did after what happened to our family? Distract yourself with good times? I suspect Isaac did the same”, the Hero said, looking over disdainfully at Isaac as he tickled and teased the servant girl.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isidore clenched his fist tightly around his fork, his knuckles turning white under his fingerless leather gloves. Anger welled up inside him as he stared at his older brother, memories coming back to him he had long ago tried to do away with.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Oooh! Dessert!”, Lord Rubius cheered, unintentionally diffusing the situation. Solomon and Isidore looked away from each other to see a very large pie brought, requiring two servants to carry it. The room was soon full of the sweet smell of caramelized sugar and cinnamon.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Ooh! Apple pie! My favorite!”, Agatha cheered, her eyes glowing like willo-the-wisps.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Solomon blinked away the simple spectacle and turned back around to confront his brother, but the green-cloaked man had disappeared. Solomon searched the room for Isidore, but the disgusting smacking of Lord Rubius’ lips as he chewed with his mouth open, bits of glazed, saucy apple and crust flying out as he did so. A small bit landed on his cloak and face, the blond young man virtually shriveling in revulsion. Then, desperately, he too stood up to find a washroom.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isaac had always felt more energetic at night, which made sense when one considered his time in the Demon Realm, though honestly it can be hard to tell what is night and what is day there depending on where you go. His black cloak allowed him to move about like an inky black shadow, hardly noticeable to anyone, even the sentries placed along the area.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">It was just as well he felt so energized, for he had arranged to meet the delicious little servant girl in the garden later. Despite his reservations about humans, Isaac just couldn’t help himself around any girl he thought was beautiful. The servant girl’s curvy frame with bosoms just over a handful and a pert bottom, and soft hazel eyes shrouded by dirty blond hair tied in a bun, it was a delicious sight for the young Incubus.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Her beauty was doubled in the moonlight, Isaac could spot her from a mile away the way she shined that night, her body like a shining marble column in the otherwise plain garden. The area was dotted with dozens of rose bushes and shrubberies linking the cobblestone path, it was rather simple, but easy to clem up after one of Lord Rubius’ parties. The servant girl hummed quietly to herself as she waited for Isaac to arrive, still quite charmed by his ludicrous musings. Isaac didn’t make a sound as he approached her, his fine leather boots not even leaving a trail of dust to be followed. Almost struggling against the urge to snicker like a fool, Isaac bit his lip hard as he approached her from behind. The servant girl jumped when he wrapped his arms around her waist, laying his cheek against hers.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“I’m glad you came”, the servant girl said, her voice a little shaky.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“So am I”, Isaac replied, his voice cool and calming, yet his embrace was as warm as a roaring fire. The servant girl could hardly put two words together before Isaac’s deft hands went to work. The girl’s face flushed hotly and her breathing became heavy as his fingers poked into her flesh, her knees becoming week as he did so. “You’re not very experienced with this, are you?”, Isaac asked, not expecting an answer as the girl mewled in pleasure. “Such a tender little thing”, Isaac continued to muse, enjoying the silky feeling of her inner thigh as he slipped under her clothes.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Ara! Ara!”, someone shouted. Isaac doze just short of slipping his fingers inside the servant girl’s slippery womanhood.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“No way”, he breathed.