Fate/Stay BERSERK

Ch 62

North-West India.......
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It was the evening time for the Kushan empire, the sun shining a red hue down upon the kingdom. Emperor Ishaan was resting in his throne room, sitting upon a throne of pillows and was surrounded by his harem. Girls younger than him, twenty years of age while he was forty. The fat emperor watched as a party was happening in the throne room, dances being preformed and guests chatting with one another as the servant women carried trays of food to the patrons. His elite guard was positioned throughout the room, unmoving and not once tempted by the food that was being passed around.

They were inherited from his father, being around when Ishaan was a little boy. They wore helmets that covered their entire faces and only allowed them to see, leather armor that was sleeveless, and a skirt hanging around the waist. These men were the most disciplined soldiers the empire had produced, following any order given to them. They never spoke, only holding spears and shields in their hands and never showed any desire for sex.

The harem around him looked rather uncomfortable, always looking at anything but him. This was a new batch, all virgins before they were taken from their families. The fathers fought back, but were ultimately executed. The mothers........well, the foot soldiers needed their fun. Ishaan scratched his dirty beard, smiling as one of the girls poured more wine into his glass. She was completely covered in robes, only her hands could be seen and revealed her darker skin.

"And you might you be, my dearest?" Ishaan spoke before taking a sip from his goblet. He finished with a chuckle before lowering the goblet and placed a hand on the thick robes on her shoulder. The girl reached a hang up too her throat and rubbed it. "Ah.....a mute, not my greatest taste mind you, however you are by far the only one of these girls who has been paying me any mind throughout the party." Ishaan chuckled before pulling her closer to him, a smile on his lips as he saw the outline of her hips from the robes. "You now.....I planned on blessing one of you with my seed tonight.....but I think you might be the lucky one tonight.......why don't I see that face—!"

THUD!

Ishaan looked away from the concubine upon hearing the large doors of the throne room open. The guests and servants attention were also turned to it, except for the elite guard. The guests looked with raised eyebrows and frowns upon seeing the new arrival.

It was a man. A rather tall man. He was a foreigner, a European, his pale skin being the giveaway. Long black hair reached down past his shoulders, a fine mustache and chin beard were fashioned out rather smoothly. He wore grey clothes, a king coat that reached down to his ankles, a dark simple shirt, dark pants, and two leather black boots. His hands were incredibly pale, long fingernails that could be daggers extended from them. With closed eyes, the foreigner walked into the now quiet throne room.

"What is this foreigner doing here?!" Ishaan shouted, smiling in amusement. However the patrons could tell the emperor did not like the man's presence. Ishaan smiled down at the foreigner, who stopped at the dias of Ishaan's pillow mound he called a throne. The foreigner did a small bow before speaking that wretched language called English. Ishaan laughed before looking at the patrons of the party. "This white man comes to my throne, and doesn't even know our language! HA, I might just have a jester yet....."

The patrons laughed at his words, Ishaan leaned back and placed his hand on the concubine's ass. This foreigner must of had a death wish, coming to the Kushan empire. He must have been incredibly skilled to make his way past the city guards, his frame was too huge for sneaking, so brute strength must have been his way of entry. The foreigner would make a fine slave.