Witch Hunter: Blood and Magic

'This isn't true... This can't be happening to me.'

Azrael thought, his mind reeling in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold with horror.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh reverberated throughout the room, accompanied by the wild moans of a girl that filled Azrael's ears.

A tear trickled down Azrael's cheek as he helplessly witnessed the woman being defiled by two men. Desperation filled him, urging him to intervene, but his body remained unresponsive.

The only sign of life was the pulsing blood in his veins.

Inside him, rage churned, hammering his heart against his chest. His limbs felt burdensome and unresponsive. Clear thinking eluded him.

All he could manage was to watch the girl, her moans resonating throughout the room.

His wife, the woman he cherished, was engaging in sex with two men right before his eyes. What unfolded was so repulsive and horrifying that he felt the urge to vomit in their direction.

To make matters worse, they were his friends, his brothers – the supposed heroes meant to save the world and embody the best of humanity. But this...

This shouldn't be happening to her. His beloved Celeste, the most beautiful, kind, and wise woman he'd ever known. Yet, here she was...

How did this happen? Why is she doing this? Azrael pondered. The answers seemed painfully obvious, a result of his own neglect.

He had lived a life of selflessness and nobility, cherishing everything he held dear. Now, it was all unraveling right before his eyes.

A pallor swept over him, and his body quivered as he grappled with the harsh reality of the world's cruelty.

In Celeste, he thought he had found someone special. Instead, he discovered she was nothing more than another betrayal, leaving him feeling deceived and shattered.

One of the men thrust his member deep into Celeste's core, eliciting a guttural groan as her tight walls clenched around him. Meanwhile, the other man seized Celeste's head, guiding her mouth onto his shaft.

Celeste's moans echoed through the room, her expression a mix of ecstasy and abandonment.

She surrendered to the pleasure, lost in the throes of desire as the two men took their pleasure from her.

"This can't be real. It just can't!" Azrael muttered in denial, shaking his head vigorously to dispel the rising tears threatening to spill.

"How could you betray me like this!?" His voice boomed, reverberating through the room with raw anguish.

Struggling against the invisible chains binding him, Azrael attempted to rise, only to discover his body unresponsive. His legs remained firmly rooted, every muscle frozen in place as if gripped by an invisible force.

The two men exchanged satisfied looks, their smirks widening at Azrael's distress. "You can't deny it, Azrael," the blonde with piercing blue eyes taunted. "Your wife's a real treat."

Azrael's gaze turned to them, his expression twisted in disgust. Anger surged through him like wildfire, threatening to consume him whole.

"I'll make you regret this," he spat, his voice trembling with fury. "I'll make you pay for what you've done!"

"Honey...ah~," she moaned, her hand caressing one man's shaft while the other relentlessly thrust into her. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this, but the sensation...ah~ mmhhmm~"

Her ecstasy-filled cries reverberated through the room, and the two men chuckled along with her.

Azrael's every instinct screamed for revenge, to end it all. Yet, his body refused to respond, leaving him utterly helpless. He desperately searched their faces for any shred of remorse or pity, but found none. The lack of empathy in their eyes only fueled his burning rage.

'All these years. Lies. Deception. They've manipulated my trust,' he seethed in his thoughts.

The men persisted in their debauchery with his wife, exchanging turns in exploiting Celeste.

Her voice, filled with wild and primal lust, echoed like a beast in heat, an unsettling reminder for Azrael.

They're beasts. Monsters.

Celeste's cry of release pierced the air, her moans of pleasure flooding the room with a sickening intensity that made Azrael's stomach churn.

Arthur, the blonde, seized her hips, driving her down onto his member as her body trembled in orgasmic ecstasy.

"Ahh... Ahhhhhhhh..." Her cries echoed in the room.

Arthur's thrusts quickened, fueled by Celeste's slick, wet arousal, driving deeper and harder with each movement.

Lucien, the other man, seized Celeste's ass, spreading it to reveal her tight little asshole.

With minimal resistance, he thrust his rigid member into her tight opening, penetrating her as she still trembled from her previous orgasm.

Celeste's cries echoed with a mix of pain and pleasure as Lucien engaged in anal intercourse. She bit her lip, struggling to stifle her sounds.

"Aah... Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Her voice rang out again and again as subsequent waves of pleasure overcame her.

Grunts filled the room, a symphony of Arthur, Lucien, and Celeste's primal sounds merging in a dissonant chorus of pleasure and intrusion.

Celeste's head rocked back and forth in the throes of orgasm, her entire body quivering under the relentless pounding from both men. One filled her pussy, while the other claimed her ass.

"You're going to pay for this!" Azrael screamed in defiance, attempting to stand, only to find his body betraying him. Soon, he was back on his knees before the men.

Bound by some unfathomable magic, Azrael couldn't stand or turn away. Helpless, he was forced to witness the heroes mercilessly ravaging his wife.

"No, no, don't stop...don't stop...ahhhhhhh..." Celeste's moans filled the air, her voice echoing with desperation.

Azrael's rage surged, intensifying with each passing moment. It felt as if his body were engulfed in flames, burning with an insatiable fury.

"You better end me now, or I swear I'll end you," Azrael spat, his gaze a searing glare fixed on the two men reveling in his wife's suffering.

"I'll destroy every single one of you!" Azrael's body trembled with the growing compulsion to unleash his wrath upon them.

Azrael endured the torment of watching his wife being ravaged for another two excruciating hours. The cursed shackles held him captive, rendering his body immobile and his heart torn with helplessness.

At long last, the men concluded their debauchery. Celeste lay on the bed, naked and drenched in sweat, her breaths still ragged from the ordeal. Lucien, now, crawled atop her, planting kisses on her face and tenderly caressing her breasts.

Azrael's anguish deepened, the weight of his powerlessness pressing down on him as he bore witness to the aftermath of the heinous act.

Seated on the edge of the bed, Arthur's gaze met Azrael's with a mockingly pitiful expression.

"The mighty hero who saved the whole world from the Elder Dragon... pfff... what a waste," he scoffed, casually puffing on his pipe while crossing his legs.

In the background, moans intertwined with the sounds of Lucien and Celeste engaged in passionate embraces.

"Kill me..." Azrael's plea was barely audible, a whisper carried away by the weight of his despair. "Just kill me already," he implored, unable to bear the overwhelming surge of rage and sadness consuming him.

"Ah, yes," the man remarked, "let's put our best foot forward. We've saved this world together, and now it's time for me to express my gratitude."

Casually strolling toward Azrael, the man continued to puff on his pipe.

"Every member of the Legion of Heroes despises you, did you know that? They're all afraid of you, of your power," he shared, squatting near the broken hero, his eyes betraying a hint of pity.

'Don't! Do not pity me!'

"What's more efficient than a woman in bringing down a proud man?" he mused, seizing the defeated man by his white hair. There was no hint of pain, no whimper.

Arthur's desire to dominate surged. He wanted to pummel Azrael, to grab his head and pound it into the ground until he felt satisfied.

"How dare you become more powerful than me?" he growled, forcing Azrael to meet his piercing blue eyes. "We started this journey together. I took you in, and now look at you—leaving me behind, taking all the glory this world has to offer."

The man, once possessed of red eyes that glowed brighter than a dragon's, now harbored emptiness in his final moments—a mere husk of his former self.

"There's more to a hero than just a sword," he uttered, turning his vacant gaze away.

Then, the brutal assault began.

For the next fifteen minutes, the room echoed with the disheartening symphony of moans and grunts. Celeste and Lucien's moans intertwined with the guttural grunts of Arthur as he mercilessly thrashed his once closest friend's head into the unforgiving ground.

Blood splattered on the ground, saturating the air with a sickening wetness. Azrael remained unmoved from where he was, his lifeless eyes devoid of any light or glimmer of vitality.

"Know that this is the decision of all the members of the Legion of Heroes," Arthur declared, his voice carrying the weight of their collective judgment as Azrael lay broken before him.

Thus, it marked the tragic end of Azrael, the once revered Light Bringer and hero who had saved the world, at the hands of his own former best friend.