Tributes

Chapter Thirty Five

An uncertain amount of days later, Tyreol finally emerged from the darkness. Blood covering his clothes and hands. Helian trailed behind with more on his own. The castle watched, none of them had dared entered the domain with Tyreol anger radiating from the place. It was clear the fates of those who had dared to break his rules. Some of the whores who still had a sense of being had already left. Helian freed them as the furious wave of the war god had filled the dungeon. The practice was over. The Quartermaster would find new roles for them that did not involve them spreading their legs every waking moment. 

Helian watched his Master carefully as he roamed the stone corridors to the tribute rooms. He had not seen that kind of anger from the God in a long time. Someone, somewhere, was likely reaping the benefits of their Lord being at war. God had seized the now-former dungeon master with the manner of a berserker.

"Master, you swore you would allow us our pets," defended the demon. 

The creature was either unaware of how much trouble they were al in or didn't care. The lack of fear and respect angered Tyreol further. Did his power mean nothing to them? Had he been so lax that it was a mockery now?  He knew this face as one of the ones who had been eyeing up his tributes in the past. He'd not killed him then because he trusted the dungeon master to keep them in line. 

"I said I would allow it as long as you kept to the rules, which you have not," Tyreol intoned, the dark twisted part of him enjoying the look on the creature's face as he backed up it into a corner. The creature may not have been afraid at first but as all routes of escape evaporated. "No virgins and no attachments."

"He's no virgin."

"But he has attachments." Tyreol fangs were fully extended now. Dripping acid as he grew close, hungry. "One of them being my tribute. I can not risk letting her hunting him down to find him here. No. I have had enough with this practice. No more. You will have to find a new way to sate your desires because I will not have whores in the castle anymore. They are to be washed, dressed and put to work the same as the other slaves. Touch any of them again, and I will chop every offending limb off. Do I make myself clear?" He hissed, fangs out, eyes glowing red. 

The demon had been torn limb from limb. One of many as Tyreol ripped through the domain, hunting every demon and dark fae. The screams in the enclosed space turning from pain to terror. It had been far worse than the normal screams which echoed in the dark dank dungeons. Until finally there had been nothing but a whimper left. 

Some of the overseers who had not fought, who had knelt before their God's power and weren't completely tainted by the evils that had been allowed there. Some had knelt but were too lost to be redeemed. Their deaths had been swift. 

As for the whores themselves, some had escaped on Heilan's orders, others had remained. Most almost soulless. They had been left behind to clean up the blood and gore which lined the dungeons. Helian was uncertain to what their futures would be now. Most were too far broken to be allowed back up in the castle. They would be eaten alive by the denizens of the castle. The people of the castle played games which could be just as cruel as the dungeons. It would be easier to kill them than let them stain Tyreol reputation. Heilan doubted Tyreol would order it. He never cared too much about his reputation. What was right was to let them live. This was a mess.