Walking down the burning streets, the armoured man saw remnants of once majestic buildings beneath the hideous facade that covered them, ruining their delicate beauty.
"All women are only holes!"
"A good man is a dead man!"
"All praise Gialdro!"
Weeping at the carnage that his brethren wrought upon the once glorious Kingdom, the suited man trudged on, trying his best to locate any remaining survivors.
"Aaahhh! Get away from my mommy, you big, green, ugly monster!"
There, surrounded by Orcs on all sides, was a young girl, tanned in colour, swinging a broken branch as she tried to retrieve the dead body of (what he presumed to be) her mother. Surrounded by all sides was a group of women, from beastmen to Humans, all cowering, yet a defiant light still emanating from their eyes.
"Heh, heh, heh. Boys, looks like we can enjoy some delicious 'peaches' before we die. Pick whomever you want, but the Feisty ones mine!"
"But boss–"
"I SAID SHE'S MINE!"
Cowering at the sight of the huge Orc Caltaon in front, the rest nevertheless followed his orders, inching closer to the remaining women, mouths drooling. "I don't care if you're used or not. What matters most is that you all have two holes! Heheheh, come to–"
Unable to bear any longer, the armoured man powered the rocket propulsion system located on his back. Using it as a boost, he landed right behind them, revving his chainsword, before cleaving them in two. Astonished at the sight, the women couldn't help but gawk at the sight of their saviour coming down from the Heavens. "A-are you an Angel...?"
He turned his head towards them, his visor reflecting their hope-filled gazes. "Once upon a time, but not anymore..." He turned his head towards the still-shocked Orc Captain, who dropped the mangled body of the female Elf onto the ground. "Y-you don't know who you're messing with! If his Mightiness Gialdro finds out about this–"
"Oh, he's next..."
Realising that he was fucked, the Orc Captain unsheathed his mockery of a sword, attempting to ram it straight onto him as a fibal act of defiance. Hah, I win, old fart! Now fear the might of–
Boom!
With a loud explosion, the Orc was vapourised into minced meat, the sword clattering into the ground as a lump of charred steel. Holding the smoking barrel of his Stark Mk 60 Bolter Blaster straight, the Angel lowered his weapon once he realised there were no Orcs left.
Holstering his Bolter, he turned his head towards the women. "Go, go now! Flee as far as you can, before the Kingdom collapses on you! Run now!"
At his stern command, the women immediately began fleeing towards the closest exit of the hedonistic city. Once he confirmed there were none left, he opened his helmet, letting in a fresh breath of air into his musty suit.
"A-are you an O-Orc...?"
Hearing the shocked voice behind him, the armoured man, now revealed to be an Orc, turned his head towards where the voice came from. There, standing shocked, was the very same girl who stood bravely against the Orc group. "Y-you will n-not take m-me and the o-others a-as 'shecks' slaves!"
Despite the drab atmosphere, despite standing within ruins, the Orc could not help but be awed at the young girl's guts. She knew she stood no chance against him, yet still stood her ground, wanting to defend her people till her last breath.
He ignored her, walking to the corpse of the Elvish woman. Her expression still distorted with fear, he knelt down, closing her eyes.
"Jedes lebewesen hat ein recht zu leben,
Niemand soll sich seiner pflicht entziehen,
Möge deine Seele in frieden ruhen..."
Digging a simple grave, he buried her beneath the Camolia tree that once populated the streets of Eradorn. "H-hey mister, thank you very much. What is your name...?"
She did not know why, but she crawled forward towards him, hands clasped in gratitude. Despite being an Orc, despite brutally mauling her mother, despite having their accursed blood flowing through her veins, for the first time, she believed she could trust them. They always looked at her with stares drooling with desire, leering and catcalling her whenever they met her and her mother.
Yet his stare, his stare held nothing of those sorts. All she could see was endless wisdom and knowledge, radiating all the way.
But what made her trust him with all her heart was the compassion he held when he saw her
Stopping in his tracks, he turned one last time. "Name...hmm... My name is...Titus...Titus Boreson..."
With a whooshing sound, the two thrusters behind him burst long plumes of fire, carrying him back to the Heavens...
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"After the Heavens split apart and released bright light, I never saw you again. What happened to you, big brother?"
His eyes winced in pain and betrayal as those memories started rolling back. Seeing her big brother in pain caused her heart to flinch in agony. Oh no, what have I done...
"W-well, either way, since we've met once again, why don't I buy you something as we walk down the boulevard, hmm? I know so–"
Caw!
From the skies, an ethereal bird came into her hands. Handing the green Spirit one low-grade Mana Crystal, she opened the letter in a bitter mood. "Wonder which asshole made that damn Treaty in the first place..."
Amidst a very anxious pair of eyes, she opened the letter. Initially assuming it to be a letter from her acquaintance, her eyes quickly furrowed as she continued reading on. "Shit, we need to move, NOW!"
Realising that there may be a huge problem, Titus followed the tanned Elf back to the Palace...
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Walking down the large street, Vivian nervously pushed around the busy Adventurers that wandered to and fro. Clutching her staff nervously, she headed towards the great Dungeon of Blodeau, 'Tree Of Eternalis'.
Ooofff!
"Hey, watch it, kid! Look where you're going!"
Rubbing his head, a Fairy Mage stared down at the young Elf for knocking him over. "Where's your parents at kid? What, killed in one of those so-called 'raids'? Ahahahahaaheh..."
Seeing Vivian be very quiet, he finally realised that he had spoken too much. "Oh shit, sorry kid. Look, I-I didn't, y'know, mean to say all that. Anyways, what can I help you with?"
Gathering as much courage as she could, she looked that Fairy straight in the eyes, and asked him, "U-umm, sir, could you please show me the direction of the...great (?)... Dungeon?"
Taken aback, the Fairy Mage nevertheless told her where it was. "Yeah, got straight, all the way until the end, then take a right turn, then another right, after which you will see a big building called the Adventurer's Guild, and right beside it is the Dungeon. Got it...?"
Where once was a small Elf, all that remained was air. Turns out she had already disappeared who knows when. Anyways, she won't do anything too stupid, right? It's not like she's gonna enter the Dungeon for some stupid story like 'oh, I'm the chosen one, and I need to collect seven fragments to complete my great mission'! Hah, who's gonna believe that...
Chuckling, Freudo continued his way downtown, wondering who he'd pick at the brothel today...
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"Umm, are you sure that what you're saying is correct, Clochy? Won't the guards stop me–"
"..."
"No, you can get us through? B-but what about big brother Duncan and Titus?"
"..."
"W-well, I'll trust you. I promise that after I get this piece, I'll come back to big brother Duncan and Titus.
"..."
"Very well then, onwards, to the Dungeon!"
With great gusto, the young Elf marched forward to the Dungeon, staff in hand, all the while now being ignored by those on the streets..