At the end of Book 7, with the help of True Blue and Wildcard, our heroes managed to escape, breaking free from their chains. But what if their allies had never shown up?

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Deep within The Hague Domain, Imperial Flame rested.

The massive sorcerer was spent, deep asleep as his chest rose and fell with each breath. His back was against a thick mattress, head resting on a pillow, but there was no blanket to cover his naked body- since becoming a slave to The Sprite Of Lust, the former hero was rarely allowed to wear clothes, and when he was his outfit consisted solely of a tiny red thong, barely enough to contain his impressive package.

Sweat trickled between the grooves of his muscles, a mark from the exhaustion he had endured less than a day before. Ever since claiming ownership of him, his master had assigned him to a very important task: giving birth to an entire army for him. 

Just several hours ago, he had brought forth a new litter into the world. Which one was this? The sixth? The seventh? He was losing track… and he had only just begun.

Finally, he was awoken as he always was: by the feeling of a warm mouth wrapping around his cock. Saliva covered the shaft as a long tongue ran up and down its length, softly squeezing the organ as a low moan exited Ervin’s mouth.

Slowly, the former hero opened his eyes to the sight of his lycan lover blowing him. The beastman, who had delivered him defeat after defeat, was assigned to be his partner in the task, breeding him swollen time and time again. With the wolf-like species’ faster pregnancy cycle, it meant he could give birth to a new litter of 5 to 7 pups every three months. 

Though the relationship had started as just that, sex and impregnation, over time the two had grown closer. The lycan would provide relief for the mage as his belly would grow rounder, making sure he felt comfortable and full.

No doubt, part of it was that Imperial Flame was regularly carrying the beastman’s spawn, marking him as his mate. But the hero couldn’t help the bud of affection that had begun to grow in his heart. As his cock grew larger within the wolf man’s snout, the sorcerer reached down, cupping the beast’s fur-covered face. A moment of silence passed between the two as their eyes met. But it was soon interrupted.

“Well well, you’re awake? Capable of moving? Perfect!” Laughed a loud, well-known voice. Leaning against the wall of the room was The Imp, the ginger sprite clad in a tight white shirt and jeans.

“Master! I apologize, I didn’t notice you-” Ervin began, sitting up as the lycan pulled off his cock. But his words were interrupted by a yawn. “Stay down, It’s not like I need you standing or anything! Though I suppose it doesn’t matter to me what position you take.”

The villain approached the former hero, dismissing the lycan and taking long strides until he stood above the sitting man. “Congratulations, Imperial Flame! You’ve given birth to six more adorable little puppies!” he began with a smile. But there was an eerie look in his eyes. He leaned forward, getting closer to the flame sorcerer’s face until the man had to recline.

“But I have a question… It’s been a full day since you’ve gone out of labor. So tell me, please, why haven’t you started working on the next batch of my army?” And with that, his hand shot forward, grabbing the mage by the balls.

“GUH!” The masculine hero let out a cry. His nuts had always been large, packed tight with the life energy required for performing his spells. But at the start of his new life, The Imp, with the help of a few beasts and potions, had boosted their production tremendously. 

Although it wasn’t so high that he was in a state of constant orgasm, Imperial Flame still needed to cum at least 4 times a day to keep up with the demands of his augmented body. His balls had grown to the size of oranges, swollen with seed, warm to the touch from how much they were producing.

The amount of essence stored within Ervin could make even the mightiest of mages jealous, but The Imp didn’t particularly care about that. No, what he cared about was how much more sensitive they were now.

“F-fuck- Master!” The hero cried as the grip on his nuts tightened. It felt like his two mighty eggs might crack! His wolf lover tensed, but it was clear he’d never make a move against the sprite. “I a-apologize, it was a large litter and I needed time to recuperate-”

“I don’t care.” The Imp cut him off, rolling the two cum filled storage units in his grasp, forcing another cry from the sorcerer. “Your purpose is to carry babies, and if you’re not doing that, then you’re just pissing me off!” With the last shout, he all but crushed the former hero’s sack.

“AAAAGH!! FUCK” Ervin screamed, his body twisting from the pain, but he dared not try and escape from the touch of his master, gripping the sheets beneath him as tears welled in the corners of his eyes.

Finally, the mad sprite released his hold, taking a deep breath as his pet let out a cry of relief. “Careful… don’t want to mutilate you just yet.” With a sigh, he looked down at the pathetic mage, the man covering his eyes and his reddened,swollen balls as he let out shuddering breaths.

A smirk found its way to the villain’s face, as it always did. “I must have overestimated you, haven’t I? Maybe you’re just a slutty whore whose purpose is to be bred by cocks, but you can’t give birth to an entire army on your own, can you? Sooo, I’ll get you some help.”

The Imp began heading out of the room, a devious grin on his face. “I’ll be back in a bit. In the meanwhile…” he snapped his fingers. “Lycan. You’ve been idle for too long. Less playing, more fucking.”

The beastman wasted no time, jumping into action as soon as the sprite left. Two strides is all it took for him to cross the room, towering over the spent sorcerer. Without a sound, he grabbed Ervin’s legs, and lifted them up, bending them until the mage was folded in half, exposing the tiny pink hole hidden between the mounds of his ass cheeks.

With the countless he’s been plowed and bred to completion, the former hero’s rim was as elastic as a rubber band. You could even shove a cock into with no prior preparation, and at the beginning of their relationship, that’s exactly what the lycan would do, fucking him roughly as Imperial Flame screamed and moaned.

Over time though, even if it was unneeded, the wolf had started prepping him beforehand, making sure no harm would come to his mate’s ability to breed. And so he did now.

Coming face to face with the mage’s round balls, the beastman opened his snout, engulfing them. The orange sized nuts were too big for his mouth, to the point where he could barely fit even one into his maw, excess skin peaking out.

His long, bristly tongue wrapped around the cum filled orb, sliding up and down and whirling around it. The hero couldn’t help but moan, his body stretching out his balls were worshipped.

The lycan gave them light nips here and there, sharp teeth just barely pressing into the swollen sack as he alternated between the two, letting them sit in his mouth, the cool saliva providing relief for the heat and pressure built up within them.

Slowly, the snout drifted lower, licking down the writhing sorcerer’s taint until he reached the well fucked hole. Instantly, he began lapping at it, tongue just barely slipping in with each motion, until he started pushing it deeper and deeper, eating out the hero like he was a bitch in heat.

Ervin grunted and whimpered as he was tongue fucked, body twisting left and right as his partner teased him, playing with his body like it was a toy. By now, he was familiar with all of the former hero’s weak spots, and knew exactly how to bend his tongue to push against the magic user’s prostate, forcing cry after cry from his mouth.

Finally, Imperial Flame leaned forward and grabbed the Wolfman’s head. “Please” he said between breaths. “Please, just fuck me.”

The lycan needed no further words. Straightening its back, the beast loomed over the hero, its massive frame blocking out the overhead lights, leaving only a pitch black silhouette.

The giant cock it carried, though it hadn’t been touched even once throughout the ordeal, was rock hard, leaking precum from its tip. It stood there for a moment, nestled between the mage’s round cheeks, before it was pushed  all the way inside the pink hole in one fluid moment.

“FUCK!” Imperial Flame screamed as he felt his lover bottom out inside him. Although his ass was built to take dicks, the lycan was so large that he could never fully adjust to it, no matter how many times he was bred.

“Ugh, shit, hrrrgh!” The hero continued to moan as he was used as a fleshlight, his lover’s cock ruthlessly pounding in and out, forcing Ervin’s inner walls to remember its shape. The lycan, for his part, remained almost completely silent, as it always did – only small huffs and breaths escaped its maw.

It didn’t take long for their orgasms to approach. It’s not like they were trying to make it last, after all. The beastman began fucking faster, harder, punching straight into Imperial Flame’s prostate with each thrust. The former hero screamed in ecstasy as his cock throbbed, bouncing up and down.

“I’m… I’m cumming!”

A rope of semen shot out of the wagging dick, shooting up in a perfect arc before it splattered against the sorcerer’s pecs. More shots followed, four, five, landing across his stomach until finally the last one dribbled out from the head.

With a sudden howl, the lycan pushed itself all the way inside as it coated its mate’s insides with white. All the muscles in its furry body flexed as it stood frozen in pleasure, cum leaking out from around its cock. So much seed was being pushed inside that not even its giant erection could keep it plugged up.

Finally, it relented, letting its rod slide halfway out… before pushing it back in. After all, one round was not nearly enough to satisfy the two’s enhanced bodies. Ervin’s hole was still ready. The lycan hadn’t even broken a sweat.

They would repeatedly have sex again and again, until they’d finally collapse from exhaustion, to make sure Ervin was properly impregnated.

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Half an hour later…

Imperial Flame moaned as he felt warmth filling him once more. With the amount of times his lover had come in him, his stomach had begun to distend, abs looking less defined, more rounded.

By now, he was used to this. At the end of every breeding session, he would like he was already ready to give birth, belly full of semen. 

Back during the first time, his master had shoved a buttplug into him, forcing him to walk around while he looked like he was in the third trimester. Eventually, he hadn’t been able to hold it inside, and all the cum sloshed out onto the floor. His master had punished him for that quite brutally.

As if the thoughts had summoned him, a voice rang out. “I’m sorry, am I interrupting?”

Both Imperial Flame and the lycan froze as they heard the words, turning towards it. There, of course, stood The Imp, looking as smug as always. But he wasn’t alone.

Standing left and right of him were five figures. And though he hadn’t seen them since he had given birth to them, he recognized them instantly – his firstborns, the sons from his first litter, grown and trained.

Not fully grown, of course – though Lycan’s reached maturity much faster than humans, it would still take them a year or two to be considered true adults. Right now, they were in their late teens, 17 to 18 in human terms. They were big, with defined muscles across their bare chests and abs, but still smaller and leaner than Imperial Flame and his lover.

The boys all carried a combination of their parent’s traits – some had the lycan’s white hair while others had Ervin’s black, some had wolf heads while others had human, some were covered in fur while others were smooth aside from a few specific places.

But there was one thing they all shared. It was clear that they inherited their heroic father’s affinity for magic – but without the knowledge on how to cast spells, all that resulted in was that each had a large, swollen ballsack, compliments to their already erect shafts.

And though Ervin wasn’t an expert on reading beastmen’s facial expressions, he could read the mischievous, almost cruel smirks the more human-like ones shared. There was a glint in their eyes, one they shared with The Imp. After all, he was the one who raised them, and there were certain traits he had no doubt passed on.

“… Master,” Imperial Flame began. “It is wonderful to see that the project is bearing fruit. I hope my sons have taken well to your training?”

“Training?” The Imp repeated with a chuckle. “Sure, sure, it was fun watching them fight one another for dominance, before crushing each and every one under my boot and teaching them that I’m their master.

“Though, if you meant “teaching them how to be horny bastards” then no, that’s all natural, ha!”

The sprite let out a laugh. before sighing. “Anyways, enough chit chat. I’ve got business to attend to. So, Imperial Flame, let me tell you – because both your and my lycan’s naturally high libidos, your sons have grown into a proper group of sex pests!” 

Reaching to his sides, the villain grabbed the cocks of the two nearest pups, sliding his palms across their lengths. One of them let out a bark, while the other just shuddered in pleasure.

“It was delicious to watch them try and fuck everything that moved. Believe me, they had a lot of fun with some of my other beasts.” He continued. “But! Since you complained about how this was getting difficult for you, I figured I could put them to more productive things.”

His hand released the two dogs. Around him, feral grins spread across the beastmen’s faces, teeth glistening white. Their eyes focused on the pair before them, bodies tensed, energy coiling inside them, just waiting to release.

“From today, they’ll be joining you in this breeding project. Along with all future sons, as soon as I decide they’re ready. Now boys? Attack.”

That was the only order they needed. As one, the five lycans pounced. Barks, amused yelps, and what seemed like laughter echoed throughout the room. Three grabbed their wolf father, tearing him off Ervin. 

The lycan struggled for a moment, almost throwing off one of his attackers, but a quick glare from The Imp brought him to heel. The message was clear: Stop resisting, and let it happen. 

The Wolfman obeyed. Instantly, it gave in to the smaller beastmen piling on top of him, letting them take full control over its body. Two of the pups grabbed his arms, pressing their weight down, immobilizing him. 

Maybe they wanted to make sure he couldn’t fight back, even with the master’s orders. Or maybe they just wanted to make him feel powerless. The snickers and grins adorning their faces did not betray their reasoning, only their desires.

As the two pressed their clawed fingers into their father’s biceps, the third, a black-maned wolf, pried the older beastman’s legs apart, revealing his tiny, near untouched hole, hiding between his furry cheeks.

The son wasted no time. Leveling its erect cock with its progenitor’s ass, it thrust forward. Instantly, it forced itself inwards by two, three inches, before the tightness of the chute forced it to stop.

 The lycan howled as it felt itself being impaled, torn in half by the foreign object lodged inside it. His entire body jumped, nearly breaking free from the hold of its sons, but they held on quick, wrestling him back down.

The black wolf kept pushing in deeper, silent and determined as inches gave way to his length. This wasn’t just about pleasure for him – it was about proving his strength against the older generation, showing that he was stronger, more virile. He was the biggest of the litter, the most dominant, and he was going to make sure his father knew it.

At the same time the three sons had pounced onto their more beastly parent, the remaining two advanced on the human one.

Imperial Flame was dazed. The sorcerer’s mind was not the stone fortress it used to be. The non-stop fucking by his lover, the sudden appearance of his master, and the unexpected reunion with his sons – all that left his head swirling.

But as the approaching wolves grabbed him, inspecting his body, something welled up inside him. Parental love? “My boys,” he began, “do you recognize me?”

His only response was more barks and growls. If the pups understood he was their parent, they gave no indication. All they saw was a soft, warm hole for them to use and fill.

Before the fire mage could continue, a moan was forced out of his mouth as one of the beastmen shoved his rod into the worn hole. With the lycan’s earlier fucking, not to mention the loads of cum lubing up his hole, it took no effort to slip in.

A dopey smile adorned Ervin’s face as he felt his ass being pounded once more, his eyes glazing over. The lycan son was pounding at him recklessly, without abandon and with no consideration for its father – only its own pleasure mattered.

And yet the hunky enjoyed the rough fucking all the same, his hole singing as it was torn to shreds. “Oh fu- MMPH!” The oncoming moan was cut off as the second wolfman took action, shoving its own erect cock down his father’s open mouth.

The pale haired youth had a human face, yet the tail and claws of a lycan as well. He let his tongue roll out as he thrust in and of his father’s gaping maw, a steady “smack smack smack” sounding as his balls repeatedly slapped against Ervin’s chin.

It didn’t take long for the five to approach their orgasm. Just like their parents, they weren’t concerned with holding off – they knew that they had enough semen to go multiple rounds. 

With a chorus of whines and growls, they came, bodies tensing as ropes of cum filled the stomachs of the two lovers. The lycan let out a low moan as it felt itself being filled with seed for the first time, while the hero simply welcomed the familiar warmth.

After that it was time to switch positions. The one in Imperial Flame’s mouth withdrew, a long string of spit and cum connecting its shaft to the mage’s lips, before it broke, falling onto the older man’s face.

From there he joined his brother downstairs. The sorcerer let out a cry as a second cock was pushed into his stretched rim. “F-fuck! So much!” 

The two wolfmen let out small grunts as the simultaneously fucked their father, frotting and rubbing their rods together amidst the sea of sticky white cum. One would pull out just as the other would push in, making sure the pussy was never empty as they picked up speed.

On the lycan’s side, things were changing up as well. The black maned wolf did not stop nor slow down his rough fucking, in fact, he had kept thrusting throughout his orgasm, unwilling to give his progenitor a moment of rest.

But the two holding the larger beastman’s arms finally let go. They alone had not gotten to expel their seed yet, and they were eager to fix that. 

The pup sitting to its beastly parent’s right was first. It eagerly shoved its aching dick into the lycan’s face, the organ slapping the long snout. It did not take much convincing for their father to open his mouth, letting his son thrust in. He licked up and down the rod, worshipping it as he had done for Ervin’s testicles earlier.

The second son weighed his chances at joining his black mained brother inside the chute. Evidently, he chose against it, instead moving towards its second parent.

Taking the place his white haired brother had left just seconds ago, the young wolfman began fucking Imperial Flame’s face, the sorceror taking him eagerly.

The litter was quickly making their way to their second orgasm, picking up speed as tongues rolled out in pleasure, grunts and heaving breaths filling the air. The steady stream of flesh clapping against flesh was a marvel to behold

And that’s when The Imp decided to intervene. Although the scene in front of him was exactly as he wanted it to be, he felt that it was time for him to take center stage once more. How dare they ignore him?

A smile drifted across his face as he opened an orange portal.

Right as the lycan sons let out another chorus of howls as their nuts squeezed out a fresh wave of cum, ropes of silk materialized out of seemingly nowhere, wrapping around their arms, torsos and legs.

Cries of conquest swiftly became yelps and whines of shock as each found themselves pulled out of the warm holes, cocks still spraying semen, covering the floor, their bodies, their brothers and their parents.

Imperial Flame snapped out of his lustful bliss just in time to see the last of the pups finish being manipulated through the air, hanging in display alongside the four others. 

Across the ceiling, The Imp’s Arachne skittered, the many legged beast testing its webs for any faults or weaknesses, for any way its prey might escape.

All five had their arms and legs stretched out like an arrow, limbs wrapped in the spider’s net.

They wrestled futilely against their bonds, muscular bodies twisting until with a snap of his fingers, The Imp made them quiet down.

“Now, that was fun, but it’s time to stop playing. We have a mission, don’t we?” he chuckled, sending the Arachne away with another burst of orange light.

“Master, I do not understand…?” Ervin began before the sprite cut him off with a groan. “Ugh, weren’t you supposed to be smart? Think, Imperial Flame! I said your sons were here to help with your breeding project, but how in the world would them fucking you help? You’ve already got all the seed you need!”

The villain turned towards the nearest of the five beastmen. Reaching out, one of his hands latched onto the wolf’s nipple, twisting it, making him let out a yelp, cock jolting from the stimulation.

At the same time though, the other hand traveled downwards, until it reached the lycan son’s ass, squeezing the meaty, near untouched cheeks.

“Nah, letting them fuck you was just a small reward. Their real purpose here? For you, my lycan, and maybe even me on occasion, to breed your sons pregnant.”

The entire litter jumped in shock at the announcement, looking between one another in panic. The had not been informed of that – they thought they would be doing the fucking.

The Imp let out a laugh as their terror set in. “Haha! Aww, what’s the matter? Don’t want to help dear old pops give birth to your new siblings? It’ll be much faster if we had more wombs full of pups. So from now on, once I say they’re ready, every batch of kids will be helping in the project!”

Turning around, the sprite head over to where Ervin still sat, frozen with surprise at the turn of events.

Grabbing the mage’s still erect cock, he began. “You know, Imperial Flame, I always thought it was a shame you had such an impressive rod, with how much of a cum guzzling slut you are. Tell me, have you ever even fucked anyone with this?”

The flame sorcerer groaned as his meat wept precum into the hand holding it. “O-once or twice, but the size is too intimidating for most people. And those who did try, they just couldn’t- couldn’t take the whole thing.”

“What a waste!” The Imp laughed. “Welp, time to fix that – by now I’m certain you know lycans are tough. They can handle anything you throw at them! And if they can’t, well, I’ve got forty more. Now up, both of you!”

The large wolfman needed no extra guidance. With cum still leaking down his hole, he walked around the group, placing his paws and the dark furred wolf who had topped him earlier.

The pup let out a growl of rage, but it was quickly replaced with a yelp of pain as its father began shoving his oversized sausage up the tight, nearly untouched hole, inch after inch reshaping it until resistance became submission.

The Imp grabbed the white haired son who had fucked Imperial Flame’s mouth earlier, sticking fingers into the youth’s ass as he nibbled on its nipple, making the beastman mewl.

The villain enjoyed playing with his food, seeing how mighty beasts could so easily become undone from just a bit of teasing.

“I’ve got to say, Flame, you did a great job breeding these sons! Each one is a work of art, a horny monster who doesn’t know when to quit.”

With those words, the sprite aligned his cock with the son’s pink hole, forcing his long, veined rod all the way in. He smiled as he listened to the wail the pup let out, even while its shaking, throbbing cock betrayed its true feelings.

“They may try to play around with those oversized dicks of theirs,but let me tell you, they’ve inherited your slutty ass!” He said with a smile

“Thank you, master.” Ervin replied, taking his place behind a third son, watching as his lover and his king fucked their respective lycans. Turning to the one before him, he spread the wolf’s cheeks, taking a look at the round opening 

“They can take it, you say…?” He muttered, straightening up and taking hold of his own meat, guiding it to the waiting chute. “They’re my sons, of course they can.”

The former hero moaned as he thrust into the warm hole, the folds off the ass wrapping around his length, squeezing it like vice. He reached just around midway, 6 inches in, 6 inches out, before he redrew.

Only to plunge right back in, his eyes rolling back as he began fucking his own son, picking up speed. Faster, stronger, deeper, his grunts mirroring his son’s as it barked in ecstasy, feeling the humongous rod hollowing it out.

A dazed grin covered the sorcerer’s face. “I’m going to fill you with my seed” he began whispering in his pup’s ear. “Going to fuck you, again and again, until you’re round with my children. With your siblings. Would you like that?”

The beastman gave no indication it fully understood, but a shiver passed through its body, and it seemed to almost push back on Ervin’s cock, trying to take it deeper, like the idea excited it.

Imperial Flame responded in turn, thrusting harder, almost fully pulling out before shoving all of himself back inside. “You want this? You’ll have it!” He cried.

To his side, The Imp and The Lycan were speeding up as well, grunting as their respective partners shook and howled in their bonds.

“Gonna cum… I’m going to cum!” The hero cried, slamming himself inside just as the white semen began pouring out. Ropes of it shot out into the pup, warmth filling him as with a cry, he came as well, jets covering the floor in front of him.

The others were not far behind. Soon, two more lycans were filled with seed, moaning as they were impregnated for the first time.

With a satisfied smile, The Imp pulled out, his lengthy shaft covered in white. “Tighten your holes, don’t let a single drop of our seed escape or else.” He commanded.

With a quick nod, he gestured to Imperial Flame and the large wolfman to take the two pups who hadn’t yet been fucked. “Now” he started, turning towards the first three. “Which of you wants the honor of being my hole for the second round?”

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The five lycans were much quieter then they had been at the beginning, yet still small whines could still be heard from them.

Their bellies, once covered in chiseled, rock hard abs, were now swollen and distended with semen, making them look like they had already passed the months of pregnancy and were mere days from giving birth.

One by one, The Sprite of Lust shoved plugs into their pulverized holes, as if they were bottles full of wine. “If you let those drop out before I say you can, I’ll let your younger brothers use you as their cumdump.” He warned.

Imperial Flame and his partner laid on the nearby bed, covered in sweat. Their cocks had finally gone soft, their massive nuts emptied, at least for now.

It was strange for Ervin, to finish the breeding and yet not be full of cum. It was less difficult to walk, yes, but a different type of exhaustion filled his bones.

However, as his sons were led away with their stomachs wobbling, a question occurred to him. Perhaps it was a question he should have asked a while ago, and perhaps he would have, if he had been in a better state of mind.

“Master”  he called out right as The Imp. “Pardon me for asking, but… for what purpose do you even need an army of lycans?”

The sprite turned around, surprise clear on his face. After a moment though, he broke into a grin.

“Well, and here I thought there was nothing left in that brain of yours but cock and cum!” He said with a chuckle, grabbing the mage’s chin and lightly slapping him a few times. “Guess I’ll need to break you even further. But I suppose I can answer your question… I don’t need an army. Nor do I want one.”

The former hero blinked, confused as the villain continued. “Hundreds of the same beast, fighting in my name? Boring! It’s much better for each of my pets to be unique, and it’s not like I could bother summoning so many monsters at once.”

“No, the only reason I wanted to do this… was because of you. I wanted to see the great and powerful Imperial Flame, reduced to breeding stock. A slut whose only purpose in life is to have his holes filled, give birth, and repeat, forever.”

“Impregnating your sons as well? That was just so there’ll be more pups to fuck you, that’s all. I don’t know what I’ll do with them once you’re gone. But I guess I’ll have to decide eventually… What if I let my other beasts play with them, if they serve me well? Toys for my toys.”

“Or I could set them upon countries, kingdoms, worlds. Overrun them with beastmen, until they collapse, until the population is reduced to mere fuckholes for wolf cock, serving them day and night. Men, women, slaves, kings, all of them under my boot. A bit boring, but watching them break would be fun.”

“I could even release them on your precious Cindra. Your citizens, your former allies, all the second grade heroes still left in its borders. All of them being raped eternally, by your sons and grandchildren and great grandchildren. Because of you. So tell me, Imperial Flame, what do you say?”

The former hero remained silent as he imagined it, the people he loved and cared for falling to destruction, to The Imp. And slowly, a smile creeped onto his face. “That sounds… that sounds incredible, Master. For all of them to serve my sons, to serve you… I can think of no better fate.”