Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Witnessing Aria using her father's necromancy, a foul taste spread through Athenia's mouth. She cherished his memories, his words, as well as his presence, and yet seeing a mortal fiddling with his powers her entire body cringed in disgust.

'I suppose it'll help my plans, but still…' Staring down at the zombie elves following around Aria–Athenia's eyes frowned once more, but this time she decided not to let it affect her as much. 'Where did she find that book anyways?'

If she truly wished to know, she could've easily peered into the past for an answer, but since Aria wasn't exactly the focal point of the party, she'd ignored her up to now and decided to continue ignoring her.

"Even if she learned a few spells, she wouldn't be able to cast any godly magic," whispered her clone standing right beside her.

"I doubt my father wrote down any of them in his tome anyway," as she spoke, something began to click in Athenia's mind. Bringing her attention back to the dark elf, she watched her closely–all the while pondering something over and over in her mind.

The clone, knowing what she'd stumbled upon, beamed a devious smirk, but before she could utter a mocking response, Athenia held up a finger–warning the clone to keep her mouth shut.

"I inherited my foresight from my father so…" Although its fun had been stripped away, the clone continued to smile at its master's words. "He must've known that this girl would end up getting her hands on it."

"Meaning we're on the right path?" Asked the clone.

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"Hopefully," Athenia responded.

Feeling invigorated from the realization, a smile fluttered onto Athenia's face. Snapping her fingers, she got off of her throne with her clone following right behind.

"Why don't we enjoy this victory with a nice warm bath and some alcohol?" She suggested, chuckling to herself as she walked into the ever-dark.

And while she decided to relish in every luxury she could conjure, Raven and his party were taking control over the elven forest. The dark elves left alive through the initial massacre were tied up and paralyzed with a hiss of Maine's poison. And in a cosmic joke of sorts, their prisoners had now switched roles with them.

Keeping a stern eye on them all, the tortured souls wanted to see them suffer, but as of yet the party that had saved them had suggested to wait until a convoy from the kingdom arrives to safely take them as well as the dark elves to the city. Until then, they had to help the party by cooking meals out of the ingredients brought by them from the forest.

"Why aren't we just killing them?" Seated around a campfire in the very middle of the village, Aria still wanted to beat the faces of these dark elves, but Raven just wouldn't let her do it.

"The goddess promised to help erect a church for Athenia right next to hers, but that doesn't mean Mono will just agree to her command," shifting his eyes to Amelia, he added. "She seems to value her prisoners, just think back to the criminals being forced to work on the streets when we were leaving."

Now glancing back from over his shoulder, Raven brought everyone's attention to the tied dark elves.

"Killing them would be too forgiving when Mono can just work them to the bone, exploit them for labor until they drop dead," as coherent as his reasoning was, neither Amedith nor Aria felt too inclined to let the elves live for more than a second. But placing their trust in Raven's judgment, neither of them pursued the matter further.

"What about the Chief?" Mel asked, breaking the silence once more.

"He told us all he had to tell, which honestly wasn't a lot so," glancing sideways at a lantern-lit tent, Raven took a deep breath and sighed. "Let Lilith deal with him now, she's probably been looking forward to this moment."

And just like he'd said, the dark elf was alone in the tent with Tymaan. His limbs were tied to a board and his body laid completely bare, the first thing that Lilith had done, was cut his sack open with a sharp knife. Plucking and stabbing one jewel after the other, she had him grunting into a cloth stuffed into his mouth.

However, grabbing his dick–one that had almost raped her once, she began slicing it off its base.

The chieftain grunted, growled, howled, and thrashed to the humiliation and pain, but with his body paralyzed from poison, he couldn't do much of anything. Finally as his dick–still rock hard was sliced through and in Lilith's hands, she reached for the mouth cloth and took it right off.

"This is for what you did to our clan, how your hunger for power led us to ruin," stabbing the roof of his mouth with her blade, Lilith kept it open with her hand until she could slip the entire blade upright into his mouth. "Eat a fucking dick you piece of shit!"

And so he did, and that too his own. But he wasn't the only one who got what was coming for him, as Flora was slipped under the radar into a dark corner by the freed prisoners. They thought they'd managed to fool Raven, but the dark mage had simply decided to ignore their action.

He knew that revenge was on their mind, and from what he'd heard of the torture, both Tymaan and Flora deserved every bit of it.

"L-let me go…" Laying on solid ground, Flora who could barely move began begging the men, the women, the fathers, and the mothers, all of whom were once simple tools for her to jerk herself off.

But tonight looming over her in the dark forest, they planned to give her something far more nefarious than her perverse pleasure. And to the misfortune of her children, they'll become victims of the prisoner's vile actions.

"N..no!" She huffed right as the men and women began tearing her apart. Some forced themselves onto her body, others sliced her skin all over, and the rest? They watched until there was more room for rape, stabbings, pissing on her body, or bending her arms and legs in directions that made her howl like a wolf in pain.

Her screams scared the birds out of their nest, and the party knew exactly what was happening, but none felt any mercy towards the two, as they deserved no help nor sympathy.