Ignis's Revenge
The moment Ignis's grotesquely swollen monstrosity bored into the sisters' tender flesh, the air inside the mine shattered into screams.
"Aaaahhh! No, please...! It's tearing me apart, ah, aaaah!"
This wasn't the shallow whimpering they squeezed out in desperate bids for survival. The merciless, overwhelming mass forged by the blacksmith's red gem literally ripped their narrow wombs to shreds, brutishly shoving its way to the deepest recesses. From the sisters' mouths erupted beastly howls stripped of any pleasure—pure agony and depravity alone. Their eyes rolled back white, and their slender legs convulsed, flailing wildly in the air before Ignis's horrific violation. Once the noble bloodline of Ignis and genius summoners, the sisters had been reduced to utterly broken meat puppets beneath the monster's fraudulent weapon.
And the more brutally they were ravaged, the louder the Mark of Subjugation seared into their lower bellies screamed as if about to tear apart, pouring massive energy toward me. Ignis's flame mana surged back through the mark's conduit, flooding into the charred stump of my waist sprawled on the ground.
But my body was an alien abyss that fundamentally rejected mana. Not a single drop could ever flow through me. The hot mana invading my veins was forcibly transmuted into ferocious demonic power the instant it touched me, boiling up in a frenzy. The process of crushing and converting mana into demonic energy brought its own hellish scorching pain. The substituted dark crimson demonic aura writhed, weaving bone and muscle at grotesque speeds across my burned-to-ash lower body, regenerating it.
"Grh, ugh... aaah..."
Amid hellish agony and repulsive pleasure, my lower half was cloaking itself in demonic flesh, nearly regaining its full form. It was just as my severed legs, grotesquely swollen enough to touch the ground again, finished regenerating.
Ignis, savagely rutting the sisters like a beast and shaking his hips, sensed the ferocious demonic aura erupting from behind him and slowly turned his head. Spotting me panting with my lower body forcibly restored by demonic power, the corners of Ignis's mouth twisted in cruel, sinister glee. Still impaling the sisters' wombs viciously with his monstrosity, he extended his massive palm toward me.
"Persistent little shit. Even in that hellish state, you're crawling back up?"
At Ignis's fingertips, a ferocious 5th Circle flame began condensing.
"Then I'll burn you again, you worm."
Kwaaaaaang...!
With his declaration, crimson hellfire poured toward me, devouring the mine. The bones and flesh I'd barely pieced together with transmuted demonic power were swept into Ignis's merciless flame storm, melting away once more with horrific sizzling.
Second incineration, right on the heels of regeneration.
"Graaaaaahhh...!"
The pain of my lower half—filled moments ago with demonic muscle—turning to scattered charcoal in an instant far exceeded the limits of human endurance. My scream futilely burned away into the flames. Once again, only my torso remained, slammed back into the pool of blood and ash.
My vision blackened gradually, and beyond my fading consciousness, only the sisters' wretched screams as they collapsed under Ignis's savage monstrosity echoed like hallucinations.
The corruption of my precious toys unfolding before my eyes. The endless cycle of regeneration followed immediately by reduction to ash. Unable to bear that overwhelming helplessness and despair, my mind finally shattered completely.
I lost consciousness, sinking into pitch-black darkness amid the cooling blood.
My dimming awareness was yanked brutally back to the surface by excruciating scorching pain. The moment I opened my eyes, my nose was assaulted by the stench of burning flesh and acrid blood.
As my blurry vision sharpened, the sight before me was hell itself, brimming with despair.
"Awake, are you, you pathetic savior?"
Ignis's mocking voice poured down from above. Feeling the blood oozing from my charred waist stump, I arduously turned my head.
In one collapsed corner of the mine, the village chief, children, and other villagers I'd risked my life to smuggle out were bound like beasts and forced to kneel. Beside me sat Rubia and Seria, their faces vacant, cold mana-sealing cuffs clamped on their wrists.
The cuffs perfectly blocked the sisters' mana, severing even the conduit of transmutation flowing to me. Since my body couldn't hold mana naturally, I'd forcibly converted it into demonic power to rebuild myself—but with the source cut off, I lay there as a wretched lump of meat, without even the scrap of strength to regenerate my lower half.
"Must've felt pretty smug inside, saving these vermin and pretending to be some great hero?"
Ignis approached, his fraudulent monstrosity—grotesquely swollen by the red gem's armor—swaying. Crimson flames flickered at his fingertips.
"But look. See what your arrogant delusion dragged these worms into."
With a flick of Ignis's wrist, flames leaped onto one bound village youth.
"Graaaah! Mercy, please! Uwaaaah!"
The youth's screams as his skin burned alive tore through the mine. Ignis savored the horrific cries like music, grinning viciously at the remaining people trembling in terror.
"Want to live? Then curse that crawling meat lump on the floor and those two bitches who whored under me to your heart's content. I'll spare the one with the filthiest mouth."
Survival instinct trampled human dignity with ease. Driven mad by fear of the flames, the villagers rolled their eyes and spewed curses at me and the sisters.
"That demon bitch! My family all died because of her!"
"Those witch sluts! Filthy whores who betrayed the lord!"
The forced curses mingled with the stench of burning flesh, turning the place into a perfect feast of madness.
Ignis burned them one by one, listening to their desperate vitriol, then burst into mad laughter amid the ecstasy. He roughly seized Seria's hair as she sat limply.
"The feast for your lord has begun—time to dance. Open your mouth, Seria."
Ignis mercilessly shoved his savagely enlarged member—powered by the red gem—into Seria's mouth. Tears streaming, she gagged desperately to service the horrific thing for survival.
"Rubia, you get down there and suck my toes. With that three-inch tongue of a so-called genius summoner."
At the command, Rubia shuddered with shame and flattened herself on the floor. Hearing the villagers' screams as they burned and the curses aimed at them, she began licking Ignis's filthy toes.
The villagers' agonized wails as they burned, Seria's humiliating slurping sounds, Rubia's pathetic gasps crawling at his feet. Forced to watch it all from my powerless torso in a pool of blood, I ground my teeth until my gums bled—but in this hellish feast, there was nothing I could do.
Thick tears poured endlessly down Rubia's cheek as she groveled, licking Ignis's dirty toes.
"Please, spare us! Uwaaaah!"
The villagers' desperate screams and the smell of searing flesh from behind shredded her sanity. The guilt crashed over her: her arrogant past as a genius summoner, her weak choices that had forged this hell where innocents burned alive.
Rubia's unfocused eyes fully shattered; she could only pant like a beast.
Gazing down at her wretched state, Seria strained to comfort her sister. Ignis's grotesque, fraudulent monstrosity ravaged her mouth and tore her throat relentlessly. Amid gagging and drooling blood and saliva in humiliation, Seria reached out a trembling hand to stroke Rubia's disheveled hair. Even as she was violated at the bottom of hell, it was a desperate struggle to hold her crumbling sister's mind together.
It was right then, as Ignis laughed maniacally, drunk on the burning screams and Seria's degrading service.
From the thick darkness of the collapsed mine, a shadow silently slithered across the floor behind the sisters. It was Elise, hiding amid the rubble. With cool precision, she infiltrated Ignis's blind spot and snapped the mana-nullifying cuffs from the sisters' wrists in one motion.
Click. A faint snap, and the cuffs fell to the floor.
The suppressed vast mana exploded through the sisters' veins like a torrent. But the sudden liberation plunged them into panic instead. Crushed utterly by Ignis's overwhelming flames and the slaughter before their eyes, they trembled rigidly even with their power restored, unable to resist.
But the cuffs' release also meant the Mark of Subjugation etched on their lower bellies reconnected to me. My body was a vessel that couldn't hold even a drop of mana. The pure mana surging in like a waterfall hit my charred waist stump and boiled with a grotesque sizzle, forcibly transmuting into viscous, ferocious demonic power.
The process of converting mana into demonic force forcibly rewired my severed nerves, bringing hellish scorching pain. The dark crimson demonic flesh writhed, convulsing to regenerate my burned lower half once more. The demonic power screamed as it tore my body apart and stitched it back.
Chewing and spitting a mouthful of boiling blood, I roared at the sisters—more desperately than any beast, frozen in terror.
"Don't... submit...!!!!!!"
That wretched bellow wasn't mere words. The seething demonic power surged back through the mark, slamming into the sisters' broken souls as their master's absolute command and fury.
"Regret it after you're a corpse...!!!!"
The grotesque grinding of bones misaligning as mana transmuted filled the mine. Spitting blood-flecked laughter, I screamed into the terror-stricken sisters' ears.
"If you don't wanna die clinging to that dogshit past, crawl with everything you've got..!!!!"