5

O(I)O(I)

In the gothic primordial church was gold, luxurious food and tableware, three hot springs with masonry walls keeping lower guests out, and teeming with a multitude of monsters from a mischievous tooth fairy from the underworld to a giant kobold. Speaking of those fairies...one was flying through a long hall with a scepter in its grubby hands.

"Today I am the luckiest fairy imp in all the world." It said to itself with glee. "Lord Niaz Aaol Gown entrusted me to bring his World Ender Staff to him. Once he sees how unerringly steadfast I am at completing tasks, he might even appoint me to his armchair and provide him with counsel. What a glorious day to be one of the ten percent to survive in that nest of cannibals."

The imp fairy approached the throne room of his lord which shone a bright yellow luster unlike anything else in this world. Although he was tiny he used his butt to creak open the door; slowly and quietly so he didn't intrude on any meetings his lord might have.

Ensconced in a gold throne with dark red cushions stuffed on top of the once solid gold seat was the great, powerful, respected, and feared to all humans Niaz Aaol Gown.

He was a very tall eldlich with an orange cape from his backside near his tendons to the cowl hiding his hideous bald, all bony head/cranium. The cowl itself was in the shape of a hood only with intrinsic patterns sewn together and orange. His eyes were the elicit color red, on his frontside where his stomach and pelvis were they were two halves of a whole shield enamoring his otherwise exposed ribcage and the killed and stuffed body of a Chinese emerald dragon around his waist. He was with his second in command, Jucket, a humanoid half-demon, half-dragon creature with jet-black sclera's with very small indigo irises and scales all over his shirtless body while his bottom half was all armored dragon legs making him a tall bipedal demon/dragon.

As the norm: his second in command was trying to convince him of how they could rule the world right now and he jilted the project for important reasons.

"Today the day we finally take over the world, m'lord?"

"Ehhhmmm...I have to learn their language first."

"Then after that?"

"After that I'm due for a massage by our best masseuse, Reullia."

Reullia was a slime girl who mostly appeared as a bar wench with an hourglass figure but large buxom breasts hidden in a corset.

"Then maybe after that, when your relaxed and properly stress free-"

"After that I will need to visit some old friends. I'm sorry, there's just no time to take over the world."

The fairy imp finally saw his moment to fly on the primordial beings lap and slid his staff through his orange sleeve under his bony armpit. Once the staff was in place, Niaz patted the pink fairy on the head.

"That will be all, Jucket."

But the humanoid dragon hybrid wasn't compliant with his master's order. He puffed his cheeks out, looked like a chipmunk if they had jagged scales protruding from their cheeks, and stomped his large right foot so hard and loud it made even someone revered as a god like Niaz jump.

"No, lord! I will not leave your side until we finally pick a day we pick to unleash genocide upon the humans teeming in the lands that should be ours and make swift work of them until they see themselves as our cattle...or our super. When? M'lord, when?"

Trying to answer that question was so worrisome it was leaving him at an impasse. Just when he was about to make a ruse that would sound so cathartic to Jucket he would relax and leave him to his thrown...there was a loud noise outside their room down the hall.

THUD! BANG! WOOSH! RRRRAWWWRRR!

Niaz, Jucket, and the fairy imp were all silent and focused, not even a murmur from the fairy about how surprising this was.

Then they all sighed when there was a knock on their gold door.

"Hello," an unfamiliar voice hollered. "Is anyone in there...preferably with a nice ladies' husband. If you have him please let him go so we can leave without anymore bloodshed. And if you don't have him...I'll just leave. Maybe in a month or two I'll come back to pay for the damages. Not sure what I can do to reconstitute the dead monsters that goaded me to kill them."

O(I)O(I)

Saitama moved deftly from location to location killing monsters with swift blows only to be told the man he was trying to save wasn't in there, so when there were only two places left Baragon went with Savatia to the great cavern where the water from the stalagmites sounded like a cannonball rolling in crunchy snow while Saitama broke through the entrance of the church looking for him.

"That man has so much temerity charging into monster nests like that." Baragon said like a poor sport.

"Please, he's not here to protect us." Savatia pleaded. "You have no idea what's in there so try to concentrate on this one."

Baragon huffed, he puffed, and he sauntered ahead of Savatia to the dingy cave. One whiff of the cavern and he knew this place was no place for a soft wife; a dwarf inhales cauldrons of smoke melding their weapons so this miasma was nothing new to him. With the intent of keeping his client safe he grabbed his axe by the blade and digged the pommel into the dirt until he made a line at the entrance.

"Stay where you are...for your own safety, miss."

A quick glance back at her and he saw...that glint in her eyes that said she wanted to go with him.

"Please, this maybe where he was taken-and besides you need someone who can heal you when you get scratched by tendrils or fangs."

"The only thing a dwarf fears is magic, and whatever is in her is definitely not a mage. They cannot even use a simple breeze spell to cleanse this malodorous place."

Although she was still unhappy standing in the background, she was smart enough to give Baragon his space...only for her to tiptoe towards the cave once he was past the heat of the sun ray.

Baragon trekked through the dark cave without the assistance of a torch. There was always a chance a place like this was highly flammable from invisible gases and like the smell the dark wasn't foreign to him. Not only could he see the shadowy figure adjacent to the tunnel, palms adhesive to the wall, he could bring it down to him. In his attire was a flechette, a small shovel in the shape of a prism.

The beast waited until Baragon was ahead of him before he leaped off the wall to maul him to death! The dwarf caught the albino creature off-guard when he spun around and jabbed his flechette in the feral creatures neck.

In this pitch dark cave it was impossible to see how deep the tool went into its neck, but when it retaliated with a frenzy flurry of claws at the dwarf's chest ripping through his clothes and scratching his strong chest...it was clear no weapon jabbed in its body would hurt it.

"You may have the eyesight, but I have the accuracy!"

With robust strength and all the anger of his inferiority complex seeing someone easily take down a monster, Baragon cleaved his axe in shadows lopping off the arm of the feral beast...it's arm immediately exploding with a bloom of red miasma.

Even for a feral creature he could hear the quaver the beast made seeing its arm falling off. In this moment of distraction, Baragon pulled his axe back about to hack through its chest like a tree. He swung...it caught his blade. Baragon still pushing his blade tried to push through, but his blade wouldn't budge.

A look of horror swept across his face, a flitting smile on its face through the red smoke billowing out of the severed arm, it started to regrow the lost limb. The worst part...he could hear cries human and inhuman echoing through the cave.

'Something tells me he's not the only abomination in here.'

O(I)O(I)

Saitama continuously knocked his gloved hand on the golden door to no response, being more courteous to the one who paid a hefty some he didn't give Boros. The door once shining illustriously was shadowed by a pointy eared creature with arm guards.

Saitama turned around seeing a kobald; a wolf humanoid with armor and an axe with a gold pommel for a jet-black axe more protruding than melded with the pommel. Most kobald's were feral creatures that didn't wear armor, but an axe was like their sweetheart as in they never went anywhere without "her".

"Gagghaiii Gagnuoa Gaaouoip." It said.

Saitama didn't understand a word it just said, so he stuck his gloved finger in his ear trying to clean out any earwax that was blocking his eardrum. The kobald opened its mouth again, only this time roaring green transparent rings right in the hero's face. When the rings cleared the beast tried talking again.

"It is usually my duty to behead anyone who trespasses on Lord Niaz's home, but since you are clearly just a village idiot...I'm willing to let you leave here if you never come—"

With one punch, sharply hitting the air in front of the kobald rather than the beast itself, all its armor crumbled from its body leaving nothing but it's orange-whitish unkempt fur and tiny black nails. It's axe was sparred his armor's devastation.

"...back."

"Thanks for helping me understand your native language." Saitama said, looking just as bored and uninterested as before he could hear differently. "Now leave me alone and never come back."

The kobald slid its right foot back while its left foot stood solemnly still.

"I cannot leave my lord's room. Kill me if you must, but he deserves protection only I can give...because you killed his other underlings...my friends."

Saitama felt a little sympathy for this beast except it didn't stop him from raising a fist that wasn't uncocked from the punch he threw before. Suddenly, the doors opened, the doors of the other side sparkling like sand on the beach or specks in a pearl, as the kobald's eyes twinkled with joy and Saitama saw the ruler himself ensconced in a throne with a staff emanating a strong glow.

"I have been undecided on whether or not I wanted to do to war with you humans," he said, the assistant by his side doing nothing to suppress he joy he had for seeing a measly human get his comeuppance. "But my declaration is from you barging in unannounced and butchering my loyal acolytes. God of Death Magic: Barrage of Devoid Holy Spears!"

One by one long spears with words small and impossible for the human to read on the shaft completely black but illuminating with a yellowish white aura appeared overhead; almost kissing the ceiling but their nock's adhesive to the incantation circles that summoned them. The arrows hovered with the same trilling sound from the magic contained in the middle, then Niaz whisked his staff causing all the arrows to launch in a fusillade of destruction!