Thot slayer

Inside a truly titanic throne room covered in shadow with only one light; the bronze chandelier casting a small light leaving shadows to spread out almost like a spiders web coming form the tree sized pillar row on either side of the velvet rug leading form the entry to the throne. The entire room is covered in volcanic stone black as the early morning golden accents on the sharpened points of the pillars and walls. No other decorations inside of the room, but a black and gold throne. Sitting on the throne is a Black haired, amber eyed Dark elf with most of her face obscured by falling hair. Rubbing her face in frustration the black haired, caramel colored dark elf sitting on top of her obsidian stone throne ponders. In her seven-hundred years of non-stop fighting she has brought her people the dark elves almost to extinction. Her body is barely covered by slips of purple metal spreading from her black to her bust, and from her crotch to the crack of her ass. Sitting high in the same obsidian throne in which she ordered thousands upon thousands of raids and battles; which sealed the fates of countless women to be breed by her monster army of Orcs, Imps. Sometimes she can bribe the various tribes of Minotaur's, and Cyclops spread round her and the surrounding kingdoms to join in the raids with the promises of fresh broodmares and other pleasures.

Anything to protect her people; where there where tens of thousands before the start of the war now there is but a dozen left, only one other Nobel Dark Elf besides herself the rest has been killed or taken by greedy human slaves broken into nothing but holes to be fucked. Her lands stretch form the fabled unexplored Bitter North, to the West is the Naldosh Sea, the East is the Tululu Ranges, and to the South is the Shield alliance. Seven Kingdoms allied into one nation under the 'Goddess' sneering at the thought of her so called god hood. She is no Reincarnation of a god just a overly powerful pacifist who would give her self to an enemy to save one of her precious Shield Maidens. Fools the lot of them.

Thinking over her naive old friend who lets her kingdom become corrupt from the inside out. Spy's reporting her so called church is mostly made up of Slavers as well. With the slave trade running rampant women hoping they do not bare children who will catch the eyes of any with the gold to pay off the local rulers. Once they are taken and sold even if found they will forever bare the 'training' of the slavers. Celestine Lucross is a fool for trusting humans. Does she not wonder where all of her fellow High Elves have gone? Taken, breed, then killed we may live for many hundreds of years, but even then she attached herself to a corrupt and vial organization such as the church. Even with Celestine the rest of the High elves are gone, but three known High Elves left in all there maybe some kept as sex slaves, but the amount is unclear.

Thinking on this she looks over to Chloe one of her most trusted advisers who is one of six half breeds who saved herself by killing her 'owner' who was her father. He apparently gutted her out of her mothers womb as punishment. Trying a failing to heal her as not to loose his precious slave, but it was for naught as healing can only do so much. Slumping her weakening body against her throne. Keeping her thoughts hidden, not letting even a mussel move on her face.

Over the last seven-hundred years she has the most powerful sorceress in the land, but after one of her Generals suggested drawing power from her monster army she has grown dependent on the legion of monsters called Garan. The beginning there was a massive power boost until the last few months where most of her monsters have been getting killed off or no longer loyal weakening her further and further. Now she has a drop in a bucket compared to before. Before she connected to her army her power was immeasurable, before she could call storms of fire, curse from over borders with nothing but a single strand of hair, or teleport from different lands in the blink of an eye. Coming back to reality she hears the stomping of feet, the rattling of bone. As they get closer she tensed up looking for the rest of her people wondering what shale befall of them. As the sounds get closer she hears not shouts of plunder nor the wails of her people, but the sound of bone hitting stone.

Around her is a three other dark elves one standing next to her throne. Two of her guard standing at attention perfectly still besides the shaking hands holding the hilts of their swords. That is the only sign they are affected by the incoming enemy. She could practically feel the fear from the last of her people. Right outside of the door is a different set of foot steps longer, stronger, and heavy. The thuds remind her of a beating drum shaking the very ground they stride upon. Forcing herself to not move, anymore than she allows herself. They shall have my kingdom, but not my body. She recites as she prepares a memory spell to be used upon herself and the last three in the room. She just wanted what was best for her people. As the steps reach the door there is silence that stretched out a second fells like a century to her. She feels and hears her heart hammer into her chest. Her fingers going numb, her vision goes dark at the edges with almost all of her mana feed into the spell ready to be cast in a moments notice.

Looking down at her Chloe ready to defend her Queens body with her life hands turning whiter by the second. Forgive me my ancestors it has come down to.... Before the thought finished inside of her head the door opens. Revealing darkness they all tense up until a hand reached through the door. Blinking for a few seconds as the black gloved hand the size of her entire body reached through the door. It stepped in... a giant. They are thought to be gone and with their deaths the other races where born. Dark elves from brain, the High elves from the intestines, the Succubi from the sexual organs, the Beast folk from the stomach, the Halflings from the heart, and the humans and monsters form the rest of the bodies. There is no evidence of this but it is their superstitious beliefs almost like the so called Goddess 'Reincarnation'.

Coming back to the present one turned to two and so on until there are ten giants surrounding them carrying a verity of weapons form spears to flails. One is even carrying a tree to turn its enemies to naught but paste onto the ground. I am fairing batter than the rest of my people as they are near reverent to the 'Progenitors' of the races here. Five stand on each side of the velvet carpet silent not breathing, no sounds coming form the but the brushing of metal on metal as they as one turn their heads in our direction. We cannot win... Anything for my people that is why I condemned all those uncountable amount of humans to be nothing but stock. Anything I repeat as I clench my hand until my nails dig into my palm drawing blood.

As I go to open my mouth and speak a Portal opens before me a soft sky blue hue comes off of the portal. That is not what I am pay attention to its the power I feel coming off of the Portal it is higher than anything I have ever felt the very air is becoming saturated with noting but power rolling off of the portal. In my long life I have never felt anything like this... this is not like Celestine who has slightly more power than myself at my greatest. No this fells like it is never ending. Not even realizing I am panting as the very mana in the air changes color. Feeling heat rushing down my body I gasp with a shudder. Trying and failing to regain my function to think. Fresh fluids drip and pool between my legs. In the back of my mind I feel a voice screaming at me to run, scream, fight, or attack; to do something, anything.

Then it stepped out taking the shape of a Beastman I have never seen before. A lion headed thing twice as tall as the biggest of the biggest recorded Dark elf. Arms bigger around than my own waist tips of his fingers tipped in the most lethal looking claws I have ever laid eyes upon. His legs look like a werewolf but thicker made for powerful bursts of speed. That is not what I am looking at, no. Its eyes show a window to worlds beyond imagine, they are black as the night sky with hues of reds, blues, greens, and whites. Twisting in the center of its eyes meeting in the middle continually spinning. A never ending cycle of colors shifting and swirling colors. As I attempt to peak further I feel it.... his is growing stronger by standing here doing nothing but looking at me. Feeling it growing 'slightly' stronger to it but to me? Every time it grows stronger it is the same amount of mana of both me and Celestine at our strongest.

I go to open my mouth and hopefully save my people from a fate worse than death. Worst case I use one last spell to become nothing more than a empty vessel. Something inside of me screams at me to not do it to speak first. It is that gut feeling that has saved me on more than one occasion. I clear my throat gaining the attention in the room. The only thing keeping me from struggling in place is hundreds of years dealing with others. "Why have you come here stranger?" Keeping my voice stead is hard, but I manage. Know full well that he is either here for my lands and people or their deaths. Did a monster kill his kin? Why was he not known? It is silent for a few seconds before on word filled the room bouncing off the walls drumming into my ears.

"Conquest"

A/N: Not much on the lore so I just am either making some up as I go along so if you feel like I did something wrong pleas point it out to me. So there is not much to the lore from what I know. there will only be a few Kuroinu girls as the halflings live for a few hundred years. High Elves and Dark Elves live forever unless killed, Not much known about Succubi either or Fox girls.

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