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EPISODE 33: Hanakin Rising

The feet of a beastly woman pounded across the flat stones with all the psychotic grace and lolloping gait of a psychotic lioness—a ferocious stride that showed her strong ankles to be comprised of cutting-edge bitch springs. You know, the kind of sprint you'd usually see during a fire sale? The air escaping Hanakin's lungs turned to a hot steam, the kind that could scorch your skin right off the bone, and that rabid life-pumper stuffed in her juggle-globes was a blood-blistering engine of thumping rage—forged from the estrogenical fires of unbridled bitchery.

Make no mistake, even though she didn't ask for this, Hanakin Thaedus was born to hunt these inhuman bastards. She lived for this shit. She bolted into Deathwynd Keep's main court, out-pacing the others far behind, auburn hair thrashing like wildfire. She barely broke a sweat and was a stranger to heaving, so all of that beastly huffing and puffing was nothing more than the bitter snorts of a mad bull out for blood, and blood she found.

And souls. Lots and LOTS of demon souls!

They thundered against her, vice knights driven by fury and blood-lust. With flashing sword held high, the new brigade charged in for the kill, and the blood-fest commenced in ways they did not think would turn against them. Seriously, a lone woman in the most provocative though absolutely horrid of looks—how her skin was taken by the fiend arm's growth—carving through the surge like a herd of holiday turkeys colliding into the demon-eating blades of slaughter. The last they witnessed were the eyes of a mass killer, wrapped in the frigid face of an executioner.

She managed what one would call a dark detachment to her meals, harboring no regard for the knightly meat bags eager to die, dispatched one by one. To Hanakin, they were martyrs of fate and she was their conduit of doom. Souls wafting through the chaotic air for just a moment, for Hanakin's fiend-arm sucked them all down—its growth brimming a grim light.

They didn't deserve to live. Each life she jacked was an abomination, freaks born by bigger, incestuous freaks of dirty bloodlines, and if their mongrel essence had any meaning, it was to fuel her ambitions in killing the one thing that waited among the hordes feeling each other up behind Deathwynd's great doors.

And so she ran and she butchered and she roared, all the way into Sheolora's marvelous foyer. Blitzing like the hot breeze of abysmal death smashing into whatever thought themselves the chosen to turn her into cold cuts only for them to be turned into meat ribbons. Like a pack of ravenous carnivores flailing about in anger and pain all over the place. She didn't care to know that they had increased in numbers. She didn't care to realize that their overwhelming tactics, how they crashed into Hanakin like a black swarm of angry lizards against a pissed off honey badger. Add how the vice knights did have a bit of reptilian demon blood coursing through their motley veins and who could forget what really had her going...

The nethra they possessed was the highlight of her day! Or night. She didn't care about that, anyway.

If it wasn't for her consuming nethric-laced souls, she may have taken into account that her adversaries were beginning to be too easy to hack apart. Vice knights didn't wear ball gown dresses and suits, or frilly underbust corsets, or ball gags, or tied up ready to be oiled and spanked.

The raunchy crowd of masquerades and gothic lolita revelry dispersed in a great break of hysteria. Like a wild rushing river, Sheolora's guest toppled over another as they cleared the great hall like a party snuffed by a high caliber gunshot. Sheolora, Cros, and Closivus watched from the throne, the Damnborne Empress lost all of her pleasure as a rush of heat, and not the clit-tickling kind, washed over her flesh and bones.

Cros happily gasped like a boy on Christmas day. "Oo-la-la! The maneater and that attractive mage have arrived! And look! They've brought their dashingly exotic-talking gunny and that bumptious firefly to the jamboree!"