Chapter 20: The Solar Ball

It was the day before the ball, and Aine was heading back to Saville's shop to check on her dress. However, it would seem that the path to Saville's shop is still blocked by thousands of panic-stricken people. Aine saw more guards than usual; they were also especially violent today. Aine got ready and got in the coach.

"Today is going to be an especially bumpy ride, milady," said the coachman.

"Do as you must; just try not to cause a fatality," said Aine.

The coach headed through the blocked street. Guards with huge shields were holding back the people to the side of the streets. Aine's coach was now able to pass. The panicked citizens were trying to break through the guard's clutches.

"It seems that they are still trying to get their voices heard by Deimos," said the coachman.

Aine only stayed quiet and watched as the restless crowd continued to scream and cry. After about 20 minutes, Aine reached Saville's shop. There were four guards with plumed-helmets and tridents right outside his shop.

Aine walked out of the coach and looked at the oddly-dressed guards, confused.

"State your business," said one of the guards.

"I'm here to pick up a dress," said Aine.

"Name?" Asked the guard.

"Aine," she replied.

One of the four guards opened the door to the shop and called out for Saville.

"Mr. Saville, a lady by the name of Aine is here to pick up a dress," said the guard.

"Oh, yes, yes, let her in!" Replied Saville.

The guards bowed and let Aine into the store. As Aine walked in, the door behind her closed. Saville was adding some finishing touches to the black dress.

"Lady Aine, I'm glad to see you," said Saville.

"Ooh, is this mine?" Asked Aine as her eyes fixed on the black dress.

"It indeed is; I'm just adding some finishing touches," said Saville.

Saville continued to add more details to the black dress. The black dress had very tiny fish-net patterns, like you would find in leggings. The black fishnet was very fine and had a thin layer of black cloth behind it, so it didn't reveal any skin in unwanted parts. Floral patterns were also present on the dress, occasionally covering the fishnets. The dress didn't cover up the shoulder but had a sleeve that went all the way to the hand. The gown reached all the way down to the floor.

Aine looked at the beautiful dress.

"I-It's so pretty," said Aine.

"Fit for a princess," replied Saville.

"I'm wearing this tomorrow?"

"There is no need to worry, milady. I assure you that you will look absolutely stunning," said Saville.

Aine walked closer towards the mannequin that her dress was on. She ran her hand on the dress, feeling every single detail of the luxurious dress.

"Would you like to try it on?" Offered Saville.

"Can I?" said Aine as she gave an enthusiastic look.

"Of course, it's your dress. Get a feel for the dress," said Saville.

Saville unzipped the dress off of the mannequin and gave it to Aine. The dress had quite a weight to it. Aine went inside the fitting room and began putting on the dress.

"I've enchanted that dress, by the way; it's immune to magic damage. So no one would be able to break it with magic," said Saville as he reached into his closet filled with women's heels.

Aine took off her undergarment and hung it on a cloth hanger. She took off her boots and placed her legs through the top of the dress. She began pulling up the dress and putting her arms through the sleeves.

"Oh yeah, there's no need to wear a bra. It already has one built in," said Saville as he took out a pair of black high heels.

"Mr. Saville? Can you help me zip up the back?" Asked Aine.

"Of course," said Saville as he walked inside the fitting room.

Aine covered herself with the dress and her hands as Saville zipped the back and tied the corset. Saville tightened the corset and tied it in a beautiful knot.

"Woah, this is really tight!" Said Aine.

"Naturally, but it does enhance your already jaw-dropping figure," said Saville.

Aine looked at herself in the mirror; the dress looked absolutely stunning on her. She looked like a princess straight out of a happily ever after. She began swaying the dress around as she twirled like a little kid.

As Aine continued to admire herself in the mirror, a guard let two men in; it was Anton and Daegal.

"Oh, hello," said Aine.

"Saville, how's the dress going?" Asked Anton.

"See for yourself," said Saville.

"Aine, you look... drop-dead gorgeous," said Daegal as his jaw dropped.

"T-Thank you," said Aine as she blushed.

"You really outdid yourself this time, Saville," said Anton.

"Hey, not only is it for a friend, but having the opportunity to have one of my designs in Deimos' Ball is truly an honor," said Saville.

After a few more minutes of enjoying the dress, Aine took it off and let Saville add some more detail to it.

"There is no need to worry, milady; I will go to the mansion you're staying in tomorrow to dress you," said Saville.

"Thank you, Saville," said Aine.

As Anton, Aine, and Saville continued to converse, Daegal peeked out the window. The four guards outside were apprehending a few civilians. They didn't look like Pulchrean; their clothes were ragged.

"Uhh, guys, are those Pauperian?" Asked Daegal as he pointed his fingers at the window.

"Pauperian?" said Anton in a confused tone.

"Mr. Daegal, are you sure you've been getting enough sleep?" asked Saville.

"No, trust me, look," said Daegal.

Aine put on her coat and looked out the window. Anton and Saville also followed and looked out.

"Wait, you're right," said Aine.

"There is no way a Pulchrean would be found dead in an outfit like that," said Saville.

Daegal opened the door and walked out of the tailor's shop. One of the guards placed his hand on Daegal's shoulder.

"Sir, please be careful. We don't know where these Neanderthals came from," said the guard.

"No, it's fine," said Daegal.

Some of the guards were beginning to apprehend the Pauperians. Daegal walked towards the guard captain. Aine followed Daegal.

"Sir, how did these Pauperians end up here?" Asked Daegal.

"I heard there was some trouble in the Pulchra tunnel; more guards are being stationed there," answered the guard.

"Are they breaking through?" Asked Aine.

"Probably," answered the guard.

As Aine and Daegal were putting their heads together, A coach was rolling down the street they were on. Aine and Daegal got out of the way of the coach. Aine and Daegal began walking back to Saville's shop; Anton was outside.

But then the coach stopped right in front of Saville's shop. A blonde elven man walked out of the coach. Aine thought her eyes were deceiving her.

"You!" Said Aine. Daegal looked confused. The elven man looked at Aine.

"I know you," said the elven man. Aine set her hand ablaze with her signature blue fire.

"Aine? What are you doing?" Asked Daegal as he quickly grabbed Aine's shoulder, trying to stop her.

"You're that illegal magic user," said the elven man. "Why aren't you in prison?"

"Prison? What is going on?" Said Daegal, absolutely lost on what is going on.

The elven man's guard walked out and unsheathed his blade.

"Stand down," said the elven man. Anton froze the guard's sword in the carriage. The elven man turned towards Anton and said, "I'm not looking for a fight."

"Calm down, Aine," Daegal whispered into Aine's ear. Aine extinguished the fire blazing her right arm.

"Let's talk this out," continued Daegal.

After a recap of the situation and what happened between Aine and the guildmaster back in Moon Village.

"You exiled me to the mountains!" Shouted Aine.

"I was only doing what was right," argued the guildmaster.

"Since when was murder legal? If it was, I would have your head decapitated right this instant," said Aine.

"Okay, no killing in my shop," said Saville.

It seemed Aine blamed the guildmaster for her exile in the Obice Mountain Range. Which is not entirely untrue. But Aine didn't have a brooch at the time.

"Well, you can fuck off away from me; I have a brooch now," said Aine as she showed her brooch. The guildmaster read the writing on the brooch.

"'Apprentice to the Second Herald Abaddon'?!" said the guildmaster in awe. Anton walked towards the guildmaster and whispered in his ears.

"It's best if you apologize, unless you have a death wish," whispered Anton.

The guildmaster bowed. "I am truly sorry for the confrontation you and I had back in Moon Village," he said. "I must be going now. I wanted to get a new ring, but I guess that isn't an option anymore. I'll let myself out," said the guildmaster as he left the area.

"You know, he could only be here for one reason," said Anton.

"What would that be?" Asked Daegal.

"He must be invited to the ball," answered Saville.

It seems this won't be the last time Aine has to deal with that guildmaster. After all, he is attending tomorrow's ball.

"Let's get some rest, Aine. We have a big day tomorrow," said Daegal.

"Yeah, let's go," said Aine.

Daegal and Aine went back to the mansion, while Anton went back to the Humane Pawnbrokers. Saville continued finishing the dress. The only thing standing in the way between them and the ball was time.

The day came to an end. The big day is here; at 7 p.m. tonight, the ball will commence. Aine took a long dip in the shower. As she dried herself and covered herself up with a towel, a knock on the door could be heard.

"Come in," said Aine.

"Aine, it's Saville, here to do your make-up," said Saville as he walked in.

"Oh, of course," said Aine.

The ball will start in about 3 hours, and Aine is already preparing. As per the agreement, Saville came to the mansion and did Aine's make-up. Aine sat on her chair, and Saville began the make-up session. Saville came incredibly prepared, even bringing multiple mirrors with him.

Saville brought a huge briefcase filled to the brim with all sorts of beauty products. He also had his guards bring the entire mannequin with Aine's dress to the mansion. The guards are currently struggling to bring it up the stairs without leaving the slightest form of damage to it.

"Keep the make-up light, okay? I don't want to end up looking like a Chinese grandma," said Aine.

Saville laughed and said, "It's funny because I don't even know what Chinese is... what is Chinese?"

Aine noticed something. What is Chinese? Why did she say that?

"I'm not sure, but it kind of sounded funny," said Aine.

Saville continued to do Aine's make-up. Although light, Saville still took his sweet time with it to make sure it was perfect in every way, shape or form. An hour passed, and Saville finished the make-up.

Aine was getting quite peckish, so she had some After Apples to hold up until the ball. The ball was apparently also a dinner, so she was looking forward to what kind of food would be served at the most prestigious party on the continent.

The guards got the dress into the room, and Saville inspected the damage. He began using a dust roller to clean the dress and spraying it with perfume. The perfume smelled amazing; the scent gave the impression of royalty.

"This scent will suit you nicely. It gives the impression of a princess preparing to step into adulthood," said Saville.

The dress was finally ready, but the ball was still over an hour away. In the meantime, Saville headed to Daegal's room to check on his preparations. To Saville's surprise, Abaddon was right outside Aine's door, waiting.

"My lord, it is an honor to meet you," said Saville in shock.

"Oh, Abaddon, hello," said Aine as she looked at Abaddon standing outside.

"You must be the one responsible for her dress; I thank you. If I may, I would like to have some time with Aine," said Abaddon.

"Of course, I just finished her make-up. I was going to check on Mr. Daegal's outfit; do excuse me," said Saville as he bowed and knocked at Daegal's door.

Abaddon entered Aine's room.

"Hey, Abaddon, you look nice," said Aine, referring to Abaddon's new gold-plated armor.

"Thanks; it's fresh off the forge. You don't look so bad yourself," said Abaddon.

"It's all Saville," answered Aine.

"This dress looks gorgeous; it has a very elegant scent too. I look forward to seeing you in it," said Abaddon.

Abaddon and Aine exchanged small talk as the time passed.

"Well, would you look at the time?" Abaddon said as he looked at the clock on Aine's wall. "I should be going, and you should be getting dressed."

"Alright, I'll see you at the ball," said Aine.

"I already told the staff about your arrival; I got you a table in the VIP section," said Abaddon.

"Wait, really?" Said Aine in disbelief.

"Yeah, you and Daegal will have the same table as me," said Abaddon.

Abaddon left the mansion and headed to the venue. Aine looked out the window to see Abaddon leaving in a coach; at the same time, the rift in the sky sent a shiver down Aine's spine.

"Everything will be okay," said Aine to herself.

Saville entered back into Aine's room and got Aine into the dress and heels. With 30 minutes remaining until the ball, Aine and Daegal headed for the lobby, where a coach was supposed to pick them up.

Daegal dressed in an entirely white tuxedo, mixed with elements of black and gold. His white cowboy hat also had gold and black elements to it. Daegal looked all dappered up and looked like he was ready to cause some casualties with his looks alone. He even had a white walking stick with a golden sphere on top of it.

Aine and Daegal both entered the room, and they headed for the ball.

"You look stunning," said Daegal.

"Thanks, you too," said Aine.

The coach headed through a path that was previously blocked between two buildings. The alley was dark and dreary; there were almost no lights illuminating the alley. The alley looked like it was almost trapped in a time long past. It was decorated in an unfamiliar and alien way.

Aine looked at the walls of the alley; there were images painted on the wall. It looked like kids painted these walls ages ago; the paint was barely visible. The art depicted countless tall towers that dominated a blue sky. The towers looked like they were entirely made of glass and steel. They were so tall that they looked like they were scraping the sky.

After a while, the paintings became indecipherable. And so they got out of the alley. As they looked up, they saw the parthenon right over them. The path led downhill into the old, ruined castle. The coach moved incredibly slowly, and the path was on the verge of collapsing.

Lightning began to spew out of the rift above, and the sky turned a violet red while the inside of the rift turned yellow. It looked like the stars and nebulae inside the rift were being fused together. A large red ball of light began to fall through the rift. The red ball shined a spotlight on the broken castle.

Suddenly, the broken castle and everything around it began to rebuild themselves with yellow colored bricks. The bricks were almost see through and seemed to be made of pure light. Daegal and Aine stepped out of the coach.

"Is that what I think it is?" Asked Daegal.

"T-That's the sun," said Aine.

The heavens shattered like glass as the sun broke through the rift, raining red shards that were once the sky. What was behind the red sky was space. Now, the sky was decorated with stars, nebulas and beautiful constellations.

The sun flew over the broken castle, higher than the Parthenon itself, and cast a spotlight on it. The world still remained dark; only the castle grounds remotely resembled daytime.

Aine and Daegal arrived at the broken castle, which was now repaired with sunlight bricks. Daegal got down from the coach and helped Aine step down from the coach. They were greeted by a steward who escorted them inside the castle.

However, something was off with this steward. It looked to be a girl, no older than a teenager, dressed in almost nothing and with slash wounds on her skin. With only a micro bikini to barely cover her sensitive parts,

"Ah yes, Lady Aine and Mr. Daegal, please follow me to your VIP seats," said the steward.

Aine and Degal followed her into the castle, to the second story, where there was a balcony that oversaw the entire dancefloor.

"What is going on here? Aine, are you alright?" Asked Daegal.

"I-I'm fine; I can take it," responded Aine as her heart began to race.

The roof of the castle was not repaired, however. Looking straight up will give you a view of the sun. After entering the castle, there were more and more women dressed as inhumanely as the steward.

Aine and Daegal took their seats. Aine's heart was racing; she was scared. Daegal could tell that this whole ball was raising some traumatic memories for Aine. Daegal tried her best to comfort her until the ball started.

As more and more people arrived at the ball, the castle began to get very crowded. Aine stood up and looked down at the dance floor. A lot of people were exchanging greetings. One of those people was the Moon Village Guildmaster.

As Aine proceeded to just stare at him from a distance, someone approached Aine.

"You must be Lady Aine, correct?" asked the man.

"Y-Yes, how did you know?" answered Aine as she turned to look at the man.

"Ah, yes, Abaddon told me about you," said the man.

"Abaddon?" said Aine, confused.

"You're a herald, aren't you?" asked Daegal.

The man looked at Daegal, who was getting off his seat.

"Ah, Mr. Daegal, that would be correct. I am Chen Renshu, the Fifth Herald," said the man.

Chen Renshu was dressed in a red Chinese-looking shirt. It had golden dragon patterns all over it. He was also wearing an entirely black pair of pants and shoes. He had an earring on his left ear; it looked like a golden knife. His right ear was not pierced.

"Abaddon told me a lot of things about the both of you. It is truly an honor to meet someone Abaddon held in such high regard," said Renshu as he did a slight bow with his right hand on his chest.

Renshu didn't seem to be trying to start any conflict between Aine or Daegal. He seemed to come only to merely greet the people Abaddon has held so highly.

"If you'd excuse me, I should be on my way. Abaddon will be here shortly. So, get comfortable, and if you need any refreshments, just wave at the staff," said Renshu as he began to walk away.

"Thank you, Renshu," said Aine.

Aine and Daegal continued to wait as the room began to fill with other distinguished-looking guests. Some of them even brought their entire entourage with them.

Daegal looked up at the sun and said, "It's beautiful."

"What was that?" Asked Aine.

"Oh, nothing; I was just admiring the sun," said Daegal.

Aine also began to look up and enjoy the sun. Soon, the ball began, and everyone was given their starters and appetizers. Abaddon sits next to Aine. Abaddon rarely invited guests, so his table was reserved only for Aine, Daegal and himself.

Aine looked around the room as she was enjoying her meal; Kali was nowhere to be found.

"Is something wrong?" Asked Abaddon.

"I was just wondering where that bitch Kali went," replied Aine.

"Oh, she couldn't attend. She has fallen ill," answered Abaddon.

"A herald ill? You're joking, right?" said Daegal.

"Oh, I wish. Apparently, the doctors said that her magic just somehow disappeared from her body," replied Abaddon.

"Wait, she just can't use magic anymore?" asked Aine.

"Nope, 40 years of refining her craft, gone in an instant," replied Abaddon.

The sun began to dim, and the spotlight shifted to the throne. An announcer walked next to the throne and began welcoming someone very distinguished.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome; Our King, Our God, The Conqueror, Lord Deimos!" he shouted.

A red-colored portal opened in front of the throne, and a figure could be seen walking out of the portal. It was Deimos; he was wearing a red and black robe with gold jewelry all over his body. He was walking barefooted but had a thin gold chain with diamonds hanging from it around his ankles. His mask still depicted the same Egyptian dog, but now with more elements of gold and ruby-colored diamonds for eyes.

The portal closed, and he sat down on the throne, crossing his legs.

"Thanketh thee, ev'ryone, f'r coming. I doth desire yond all of thee enjoyeth the meal yond wast did prepare by our most wondrous chefs," said Deimos.

The crowd clapped and cheered, then continued to eat as the mains began being served. Aine looked at Deimos from the balcony; he just sat there like a robot. Deimos was not moving, nor was he acting human. Aine tried to pay no mind to him.

For mains, Civet de Lièvre, a dish made of hare marinated and cooked in red wine and juniper berries. It is a delectable dish fit for royalty. Aine, of course, had no complaints while eating it.

Everyone continued to chat and eat as desserts were served. Everyone was having a pleasant time eating and chatting with each other. For desserts, it was Crème Brûlée, a dessert consisting of a rich custard base topped with a layer of hardened caramelized sugar.

"This is delicious; I've never had anything like it," said Daegal.

"Only the best food gets served here; anything less would be an embarrassment," said Abaddon.

Although Aine did enjoy the meal, she can't help but feel uneasy. It seems, although Kali will not attend the ball, she can't help but feel like she's going to turn up at some point.

"Aine? Are you alright? You look worried," asked Abaddon.

"I-I'm fine. I don't know why, but I feel like something bad is going to happen," said Aine.

"We get that a lot; we are in the presence of Deimos after all. It is only right that you would feel somewhat intimidated," answered Abaddon.

"That's not-" said Aine, but was interrupted by Deimos.

"Mine own distinguish'd guests, wast the food valorous? Didst t meeteth thy high standards?" asked Deimos to all the ball attendees.

The crowd nodded and was throwing praise around like, "Oh, it was marvelous," "It was delectable," and "I wish I could eat this every day." It seemed the attendees were more than satisfied.

"Then, a toast to the wond'rful cooks and f'r a valorous rest of the evening," said Deimos as he stood up and lifted his chalice in the air.

Everyone raised their glass to the air, and for the staff who didn't have glasses, they just raised their hands in lieu. Everyone cheered for Deimos, and everyone then drank the wine in their cups.

"Though, as quite quaint of a night this truly is, I am quite depress'd this v'ry evening," said Deimos as he sat back down on his throne. Everyone in the crowd looked at one another in confusion.

"Mine own quite quaint jointress, Kali, hast fallen ill," said Deimos to all his attendees. The crowd gasped. The crowd could be heard panicking. "But what about the tradition?" shouted a man in the crowd.

"Ah, shit, I forgot about this; Aine, follow me outside," said Abaddon.

"Wait, what's going on?" asked Aine in confusion.

"I'll explain later; it's best you follow me," said Abaddon as he took Aine's hand and began heading for the exit.

"A most wond'rful questioneth; we, of course, cannot has't a ball without yond tradition. So, i wouldst liketh to proposeth a did bite of a changeth to the tradition," said Deimos.

"Wait, what's the tradition?" asked Aine.

"Kali would usually make love with Deimos on stage. But I fear that since she's not here, Deimos will nominate someone from the crowd," said Abaddon as he continued to go to the exit.

Aine was speechless, and a shiver sent down Aine's spine. As Abaddon and Aine reached the exit, it was blocked by the staff.

"No entry or leaving the venue during the tradition, my Lord," said the staff politely.

"This is important; please let me out," said Abaddon.

"Lord Deimos' orders, no leaving or entry; I'm sorry," answered the staff.

"I shall nominateth a mistress to has't the hon'r to has't amorous rite with me," announced Deimos to the crowd. The crowd cheered, and every lady rushed towards the throne. The guards had to use their staff to block the ladies from breaking through to Deimos.

"Ladies, halcyon down. Prithee sitteth, i shalt maketh mine own choice anon," said Deimos. He began taking his mask off. A man with a crew cut-styled black hair and white skin appeared before them. He had black eyes and a clean face with no facial hair.

He had all the females in the throng in his talons. Every lady in the crowd wanted a piece of him. As all of this was happening, Abaddon was still trying to get Aine out of the venue. Daegal shortly caught up with Abaddon, who was debating whether he should unsheathe his greatsword or not.

Unfortunately for Abaddon, it seems Deimos has caught wind of what Abaddon was trying to do.

"H'rald Abaddon, what art thee up to?" said Deimos.

The entire crowd went silent as they turned to Abaddon, Aine, and Daegal.

"Thee has't nay respect. How shalt I amerce thee?" said Deimos.

Deimos' eyes began to glow purple as a smile began to form on his face, widening every second. It is like every second he spends looking into Abaddon, Aine, and Daegal, he knows more and more about them.

"I see... thee feareth humiliation, is yond c'rrect, young mistress? And mine own h'rald, wanteth to protecteth the young mistress," Deimos said with a disgusting look on his face.

"Shit, this is bad," whispered Abaddon to Aine.

"H'r nameth, t is Aine. Thee w're at each moment a excit'ment one to playeth with," said Deimos in a mischievous tone.

Deimos opened a portal behind Aine and moved the portal quickly towards Aine. Daegal swiftly took Aine's hand. Aine and Daegal were teleported right in front of Deimos. Both Aine and Daegal fell to the ground, as they were not used to being teleported.

"And what is this gentleman's nameth?" said Deimos as he grabbed Daegal by the neck and lifted him in the air. Daegal was being choked. Deimos' eyes glowed purple once more. "Daegal, a most wondrous name," Deimos said as he dropped Daegal.

Deimos fixed his eyes on Aine. Daegal was coughing as he lay on the ground helplessly.

"Aine, wouldst thee beest so kind to stripeth?" asked Deimos.

The crowd went wild, and the ladies were especially noisy. "Why does she get to have sex with Deimos?" shouted a lady in the crowd. A cold shiver was sent down Aine's spine. She couldn't speak; it felt like all her voice was spent.

"Art thee deaf? Stripeth anon," ordered Deimos.

Aine slowly stepped back in fear.

"Then i shalt doth t myself," said Deimos as he reached his hand out to Aine.

"Stop!" shouted Abaddon as he jumped in front of Deimos and clocked his jaw. Deimos stumbled backwards as Abaddon shouted at Aine to run away. But, Aine's legs did not dare move. Her vision slowly began to tunnel, everything was getting dark. She could suddenly hear it all. Aine looked at the balcony to see Renshu talking to a woman, she could hear his words.

"Now's your chance; get the capsules and bottle some of that sunlight," said Renshu.

"Understood, the children of the sun are eternally grateful for your help," said the woman as she left.

Aine looked back at Abaddon, who was swinging a fiery punch at Deimos. Deimos merely blocked the punch and jabbed Abaddon back in the stomach. His armor piece that was protecting his stomach broke immediately upon impact.

"Run, Aine, run!" Abaddon screamed in pain. Daegal grabbed Aine's hand and began taking her away from Deimos. Aine looked at the determined Daegal with her dying vision. The world was also starting to go silent; a loud, deafening beeping noise could be heard in the distance.

Deimos blasted a laser straight at Daegal's leg. Daegal screamed in pain; his left leg was completely decapitated and was beginning to bleed out. Aine tried to shout at Daegal, telling him to stay awake, but her voice did not dare let itself be heard.

With what was left of her hearing, she heard a loud thud behind her. Aine looked behind her; Abaddon's head had been completely severed off. That sound was his body falling to the ground. Abaddon's head, depicting a mad expression, was in Deimos' right hand. On his left was a knife that looked so sharp that it could cut through the earth itself.

Aine fell to the ground, and tears flooded out of her eyes. No voice came out to express her feelings. She cried in silence as Deimos approached her. Deimos pushed her down on the ground, stomach down. The beeping got louder and louder, covering every other sound.

Deimos pulled out his penis and placed it under Aine's dress. He ripped through her panties and thrust it in. In front of the crowd, next to the dead body of Abaddon, and in front of a dying Daegal, she was raped.

She could not hear; she could barely see anymore. All she felt was every single thrust of Deimos' body. She could feel the pleasure. As tears rained from her eyes, a disgusting smile grew on Aine's face. The crowd slowly began to vanish, and the castle around her collapsed into the voice under them.

Deimos screamed in satisfaction and blasted his seed into Aine's body. Aine felt it too; it was warm. She felt the rush of happiness coursing through her. She orgasmed in pleasure and lost all her vision entirely.

All she could hear was the beeping noise from before. All she felt was the warmth in her womb. She couldn't feel the ground under her, nor could she feel Deimos' presence. She was now falling into an endless void of black.