User blog:1 plus 1/The Devil's Martyr

Disclaimer: This fanfiction is somewhat lacking in sexual content, and I admit that I'm not particularly good at writing said content. In addition, there are some dark themes included (although no more than you'd see in a standard movie or book). Basically, if you're looking for something to jack off to, you're in the wrong place.

Here we go.

'''The fresh spring air wafted through the rafters overhead, mixing with the odor of dinner cooking. Aubri hummed with delight as she stirred the thick broth, occasionally adding a few handfuls of whatever spices she had on hand. As she reached over the pot, a large chunk of orange slime fell from her arm into the pot, quickly dissolving into the rest of the mixture. '''

'''“Oh well,” cheered Aubri. “I’m sure husband will like it anyways.”'''

'''Aubri twirled around as she cooked, uncaring that her jelly-like body constantly dripped all over the room, uncontained by her barely decent and very sticky cooking apron. She could clean it up later, after all. Through the wooden walls of their first-story apartment, Aubri could hear the bells chiming. She counted them as they rang - one, two, three… When they stopped, she knew she had exactly twelve minutes until her husband’s return from his work in the fields. She was brimming with delight, wondering how she should welcome her husband home this time.'''

. . .

'''Sheldon groaned as he lifted his plow from the dirt, rubbing a sore out of his back. In the distance, the church bells rang, signaling his release from this monotonous job, and his return to his personal heaven. He wasted no time in returning his plow to its rightful spot in the shed, greeting the other farmers as he left. They chatted and smiled, sweat staining every brow as they returned to their homes - some within the city walls, some from as far out as the next town. '''

'''As Sheldon passed through the gates, he saw his good friend waiting in the shade of a nearby vendor. Sheldon gave a polite nod to the guards before taking a seat next to his childhood partner-in-crime, Aric van Espendor. Before Aric even spoke a word, however, Sheldon knew that his friend would be the bearer of bad new.'''

'''Aric nervously scratched the back of his head as he watched Sheldon get comfortable. How should he break the news? Should he even? This was something big, and something Sheldon needed to know. But at the cost of their friendship, Sheldon’s innocence, and the peace of the city? I must be careful, thought Aric. This news could get us all killed if they knew we knew.'''

'''Finally, Aric spoke. When he did, it was in a low voice, dripping with sadness and regret. “They know, Sheldon.”'''

'''Sheldon nodded, and didn’t even need an explanation. Those three words would herald the end of his peaceful way of life. Sure it was a risk, living with a monster girl in a city occupied by the Order, but he had thought he could get away with it. His first thought, however, was Aubri.'''

'''Aric already knew what his friend was going to say. “Don’t worry, we’ve been digging under your house for years and nobody’s noticed. It’s a small passage, but it should be enough to get both of you out of here. And nobody’s going to rat on you, so it may take a while to find you.”'''

'''Sheldon shrugged off his friend’s words. “Don’t get my hopes up. Knowing them, they’ll burn down half the town to get me out.”'''

'''Aric laughed, but it was an empty laugh. The two already knew what became of those who opposed the order. Neither of them wanted to recall the face of Marcus as he was executed, his rotting body impaled on a holy cross in the town square for weeks.'''

'''“Anyways,” continued Aric, “You need to get back home. Start packing, get ready to leave at any time.” Aric stood and clasped his friend’s shoulder one last time. “A prayer that you make it out alive?”'''

'''Sheldon stood as well. “At this point, I wouldn’t know who to pray to.”'''

. . .

'''Sheldon had his arm around Aubri, embracing her half-solid form as amber tears dripped to the floor, forming a puddle that was quickly reabsorbed into Aubri’s body. Her shaking form knelt on the floor, hands over her face, and occasional hiccups interrupted her sobs.'''

'''Sheldon gripped his wife’s shoulder harder. “I’m sorry, but we knew this time would come eventually. We have to go.”''' Aubri turned up to face him, tears glittering as they slid down her transparent face. “I know. Its just - its so sudden!”

'''Sheldon sighed. “I know. I wish it could have waited, too.”'''

'''A massive pounding on the door interrupted their thoughts. Beyond the wooden portal, a deep, husky voice boomed; “Is this the residence of Sheldon?”'''

'''Sheldon immediately sprang to his feet. He turned to Aubri and gestured to the floor. “Go!” Aubri could only look at him with confusion. “Through the floorboards! There should be a passage.”'''

'''Realization dawned on Aubri’s eyes as she realized what this meant. “But what about you?”'''

'''Sheldon grit his teeth, returning his gaze to the door as it shook under a violent force. “Whatever they can throw at me, I can handle. Go! Warn the others.”'''

'''Before Aubri could process what was going on, Sheldon had already pushed more than half her mass through the floor. “Wait, Sheldon, don’t leave me!” Her arms flailed wildy for any purchase with which she could bring her husband with her, but Aubri already knew it was too late. Her tears wet anew, she sank through the floorboards, leaving little more than a few drops of herself behind for her husband to stare at. '''

'''The door finally caved under the weight of a massive wooden ram. Through the sawdust, three knights wearing the white and gold crest of the Order appeared. Sheldon quickly averted his eyes from the floor and wiped his tears, knowing what fate his love might come to if he showed any sign of weakness.'''

'''“Sheldon,” spoke the largest man. He stood tall and professional, his waxed mustache wavering as he spoke. “You are under arrest by the Order and in the name of the Chief God. Your crime is harboring a foul demon within your household, and your punishment shall be death.”'''

. . .

'''Sheldon couldn’t see much from under the bag that covered his head, but he could certainly hear the crowd that had gathered in the main square. People cheered and threw rotten produce at him, but Sheldon knew from experience that people were getting tired of the constant executions. The people were starting to doubt the Order. '''

'''However, the members of the Order remained just as adherent to their rules, and the people had to listen. The man dragging Sheldon forward gave no indication of kindness as he was pulled roughly up a set of wooden stairs, scraping Sheldon’s knees on every step. Sheldon stood patiently atop the wooden structure, listening to the cries of the people and occasionally flexing his wrists in the cold iron manacles. He felt a rope being looped around his neck and pulled taut, constricting his throat. The rope was shoddy, and bristles began irritating his skin as it was adjusted. Sheldon finally knew how he was going to die.'''

'''The rough hands finally let go of him, and he heard footsteps to his right. That same deep voice echoed in his ears. “Any last words?”'''

'''Sheldon smiled, although nobody could see it through the thick cloth. Hell, nobody probably heard his whispered mantra as his body dropped through the floor and his neck snapped.'''

“Everybody loves a martyr.”

As Sheldon’s soul was torn from his body, he swore he felt an unnatural warmth around his neck.

. . .

'''Vince woke slowly from his sleep, disturbed by some precognition, a sense that something was off. He rubbed his bleary, sleep-filled eyes three times before he could finally focus in the dim light that lit the barracks. Around him, the other soldiers slept on their mattresses, and outside, all was quiet. Except for an annoying buzzing sound far off in the distance. Vince shrugged it off and turned over in his bed.'''

Staring right at him were a pair of glowing, golden eyes.

'''Vince yelped and stumbled backwards out of bed, staring in surprise at the being before him. She was a little girl, no more than ten years old. She wore a ratty dress and dirt caked her petite form. Her blonde hair coiled around her body in a series of intricate ponytails. Her piercing gaze, however, revealed that she was not what she seemed. There was a depth to those eyes, something that said that this young girl was not innocent. '''

When she calmly lifted the ropes that hung around her body, it quickly became clear that she was no girl either.

'''Vince gazed in horror at the body entangled in the ropes. It was clearly dead, and very dirty. A bag had been placed over its head, and iron manacles locked its wrists behind its back. In the center of its chest, a part of its shirt had been torn off, and the symbol of the Order had been branded onto the corpse. And it was the body that he had handled just a week ago.'''

'''By now, the rest of the soldiers had been roused, and all stared with mixed emotions at the little emotionless girl holding a corpse in the middle of the room. All the soldiers were too slow to realize that the ropes had snaked throughout the entire room, and when they were all simultaneously lifted by their ankles into the air, none were prepared. The girl calmly watched as the strangling tentacles brough the six men close to her. Choking and struggling, Vince couldn’t even yell in surprise when the little girl began stripping the soldiers. Arms and legs bound tight and a rope in his mouth like a bit, Vince was flung roughly to the ground in front of the small girl. Still staring down at him with her nerve-wracking unchanging eyes, she raised her dress and guided her hips down onto his half-erection, not even bothering to lubricate it. '''

'''Vince’s mind was immediately blown away. The tightness of this girl was unnatural. Her pussy seemed almost like it was trying to strangle his dick, constricting tightly up and down his length with considerable force. His back arched in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and through teary eyes he barely registered the other men receiving similar treatment. He could only focus on the monstrous feelings concentrating in his nether region.'''

'''As Vince’s consciousness darkened forever, he didn’t hear the urgent peals of the church bell outside, nor the pounding on the door as the priests of the Order tried to rouse the troops. His last spurt of cum would be synchronized with his last breath.'''

'''Soaked in cum, the little monster girl surveyed her handiwork. Six more bodies rested in her tangled ropes, all dead. In a low, soft voice, she spoke to whatever place spirits rested after death.'''

“Father, your death has almost been avenged.”

The girl turned to face the door as three priests of the Order barged through.

. . .

'''The invasion had gone wonderfully. Upon seeing the advancing army of monster girls, the two sentries had immediately surrendered, and immediately learned the true meaning of pleasure. The townspeople, seeing a chance for freedom, assisted the Demon Lord’s army in searching for and pinning down all the members of the Order. Only a week after, the town had become a Dark Demon Realm, and depraved actions filled the streets that had been so strictly patrolled. Aubri, unable to bear the pain of returning to her husband’s death place has moved to a small hut by the sea, and spends her days watching the waves. And the Wandering Scholar was invited to this city in order to investigate the mysterious, lonely monster girl that sat in the town square, mourning her father in a nest of ropes and corpses.'''