Uproar

The next day dawned and Doom was up bright and early. His troops were assembled before him, Kasi, Belleza, Vox, Gitta, Cara and the rest, as well as Isidora stood, confused as they waited for his orders.

"Today is the day we leave Alms Amour behind us. I want you to go to the dungeon and get everything prepared, I have a few things to finish here and then I will join you. No slacking, I want to be in Mnemaria before the sun rises tomorrow," he declares.

"Did you come to a decision then, about Alms Amour?" Isidora asks and Doom glances at her.

"Indeed I have, as stated I will be leaving it in capable hands and she may decide what to do with it once we are gone. I will be leaving Lara and the others here as well, they're not soldiers and they have no loyalty to anyone, but the late Raig Ruya so they are no use to me and will likely be happier staying here anyway," he confirms.

He watches as they leave the city and then he goes to the prisons. He passes by the filled cells, the remaining soldiers of the golden Horde and the remaining heroes and defenders of Alms amour are all kept here. He does not stop to address the Queen's Bodyguard, The Dragonslayer, The follower of the Watchful Mother or even the still comatose mother of his child, they are not of interest to him now. Instead he heads to a specific cell in which a group of barbarians sit in a circle, all of them are morose and in the center sits a young woman, dressed in paints and she's crying as she tries and fails to speak to her deity. The tribe of the weasel.

"I killed your god," he said matter of factly and the shaman in the center, dressed in only a single fur bustier and loincloth, her red hair done up in pigtails with weasel skulls acting as the ribbons to form her tails, her face and body are covered in light brown paint with a slash of paint across her nose just under her light blue eyes, turns to him with a glare, the tears in her eyes lessening the hateful effect somewhat. She was kind of cute in a bratty sort of way, he'd had a few of those before, "I killed him with ease," he repeats and then opens the cell and walks in, the barbarians all getting to their feet as one, they were of course unarmed and with her tribal deity dead the shaman had no magic, still they weren't defenseless, she alone remained seated.

"What do you want," she asks in a quiet voice, filled with restrained rage.

"To give you a new god," he says and takes a step forward. The barbarians form a wall to stop him, but he continues forward, tentacles lashing out and easily knocking them aside until he stands in front of her, "a new path," he adds.

"The Shark? The Serpent? The Jackal? Or Maybe the Dragon?" she asks, spitting the names, "you think just because our spirit deity is dead we'll join those traitors?" she asks and Doom chuckles.

"No of course not, I want to offer you the chance to be the first tribe to worship a new deity spirit, the spirit of Doom," he suggests and she blinks and then laughs.

"You? You're not a deity spirit!" she says and then her laughter freezes as his hand wraps around her throat and easily lifts her into the air.

"Not yet, but I have the chance to become one and I've already proven myself stronger than your pitiful weasel, the way I see it, you have two choices-" he starts and then pauses to stab a tentacle through a barbarian who was about to try and tackle him, barely breaking his momentum as he continues speaking as soon as the barbarian is impaled, "you can join me and someday you'll be the followers of the most powerful deity spirit, or you can continue with no spirit, your tribe slowly dying out and being either consumed by one of the other tribes or simply all succumbing to starvation or any of the other methods you'll die without a spirit to guide and protect your tribe," he explains and her eyes are staring at the dead barbarian before meeting his again.

"Join the winning side-" he starts and she interrupts him.

"-The darkness won't win," she responds, but he slaps her, making her yelp and leaving a red imprint on her face.

"Stop interrupting, you will not be joining the darkness, you will be joining me and I will crush the light and the dark together and if you join me now, you will be the dominant barbarian tribe in the end. I'm offering you the chance to get in on the ground floor. Those spirits you worship, they came before the Light and the Darkness and they are the true rulers of this world, a smaller third side, that is what I represent," he claims and then tilts his head.

"Of course you can still say no," he says and glances over to the dead barbarian still impaled on a tentacle, "either way, none of you are a threat so I'll be letting you out of these cells, if you want to make something of yourselves, join me, if not, feel free to head out into the desert and try your luck," he says and then drops her and leaves the cell, the door left open behind him and the dead barbarian dropped unceremoniously in front of the door as well.

He's not surprised when a bit later she shows up, along with a number of her tribe, in the throne room. She still looks bitter and is clearly here reluctantly, but he expected that. "I see you've made the correct choice," he praises them and she falters and then raises her chin defiantly.

"You left us little option, but yes we have agreed to serve you, tentatively at least," she admits. He chuckles. "well then there is one last thing to do, after all you cannot be the shaman of the weasel anymore, we'll have to make you a proper Shaman of me now," he states and stands taking her hand without her permission and dragging her off to one of the rooms as she struggles a bit.

"Hey this is a bit fast!" She complains, but can't stop herself being dragged along; some of her tribe move to try and help, but think better of it as Doom's tentacles extend threateningly from his back.

In the bedroom he placed her forcefully onto her knees in the center of the room and then carefully pulled her bustier off, exposing a pair of pert, but small breasts with light pink nipples, stiffening slightly in the sudden air. She blushed a bit as she was exposed, but remained quiet and compliant. He removed her loincloth next exposing a tight pink slit as well with neatly hidden folds all hidden by an untamed red bush. She shivered a bit as the cold air of the room hit her private parts, but otherwise gave no reaction, her eyes closed. He traced the tattooed paint on her body, the symbol of the weasel he assumed and then used a tentacle to burn it away. She bit her lip, muffling the cry of pain that tried to escape her as he burned her skin, but she couldn't resist crying out when he began to burn the new symbol into her skin instead. Each breast the pupil of an eye, her navel a skull nose, a toothy skeletal smile spreading from one hip to the other just underneath, the skeleton of her arms and hands rendered onto her skin. He left the marking on her nose, but replaced it with black instead, then he did the same skeleton representation on her legs and feet and finally he was done.

She exhaled and he lifted her to her feet and showed her her new appearance in the mirror, "the ornaments in the hair can stay, they look cute and skulls I think will be a useful symbol moving forward," he says, his own skull grinning down on her. She nods weakly, clearly not happy with her new look, but unwilling to say anything. He watches her in the mirror for a few seconds and then suddenly he lifts her and slams her face first against the mirror making her cry out in pain and surprise, her surprise turning to terror as she feels his cock form, pressed against her cunt.

"What are you doing?! I agreed to work for you!" she screams and he pushes into her as his hand presses her head tighter against the mirror.

"tentatively! I don't want your tentative agreement, I want your absolute loyalty and I will have it," he informs her over the sound of her scream as she's penetrated. Her hands brace against the mirror as he begins to piston into her, feeling her virgin blood trickling down from where their genitalia meet, "I'm going to make you mine and your tribe will follow anything you say as long as they believe it is truly you saying it," he explains as he continues to pump into her. Her hands clench into fists against the mirror's surface as his cock pounds deep into her body, pounding against her cervix with each thrust. She can't speak over the intense pressure pushing into her and only unintelligible groans escape her lips as she tries to argue, beg, plead, scream, anything to stop the painful intrusion into her petite body.

After a bit she feels him cum, his seed filling her and then spilling out of her as he pumps more and more into her, beyond what her body can hold comfortably. Her eyes have rolled back and her tongue is hanging out of her mouth, her mind having given up in the face of his torment, "and thus we reach the last bit of your marking to your new god," he whispers in her ear as the mark begins to appear glowing gently beneath the tuft of hair on her pubic shelf. He slides his cock out of her and cleans her up as best he can, dressing her in her clothes once again.

"As long as they believe she's acting of her own free will, they'll follow her no matter what which means as long as I control her, they'll follow me," he speaks as he commands her to go back outside and address her tribe, "and that is how you get a loyal army," he finishes as she exits the room and gives his commands to the tribe.

Later on Doom is standing on the same stage where some of his troops were almost hanged and on the stage with him were the Queen's Servant, Rio Maldega, Elizabeth Culday, Lianna Vessi, the Doom Barbarian Tribe and Samantha Vimes. Elizabeth had woken up and was surprised to be alive and terrified to realize she was in Doom's clutches. The Queen's Servant seemed bored, Lianna and Rio looked nervous and Samantha was concerned, she had no idea what Doom was planning with the others on the stage. In the crowd were the various barbarian tribes, the rest of Samantha's watch including Meya and Liyu and the assembled citizenry of Saluma. The prison had been emptied for this occasion and all the prisoners who weren't on stage were now in the audience.

"People of Saluma! Today is a glorious day! The Amazon Queen has been defeated and Saluma, no Alms Amour now once again belongs to Doom!" Doom announces and there's a couple of scattered unenthusiastic cheers, "unfortunately I will not be staying to rule this city, I will be leaving the city instead in the capable hands of Watch Commander Samantha Vimes, before then however, there will be a celebration of the liberation of the city," Doom explained and gestured to the stage, "these people are the heroic defenders of Saluma who fought to keep me from liberating the city from the tyrant Queen Alkadabuki!" he explained and there was murmurs from the crowd and he grinned internally, "they are to be rewarded for their bravery," he exclaimed and there was silence and then some slow cheering. Doom gestured and the Queen's Servant was brought forth by some of the Doom Barbarians who **** her down on her hands and knees in front of Doom.

"Ha... I get it, going to fuck me in front of everyone, huh? Classic Darkness..." she whispers back to him and he chuckles,

"Classic indeed, you'd enjoy that wouldn't you? Not openly, but being fucked hard in front of everyone, would really turn you on right?" he asks and she licks her lips.

"Maybe," she admits.

"Too bad then," he says and she freezes.

"What... What are you doing the-" she starts, but cuts off as a spear is handed to Doom and her eyes go wide, cries go up from the crowd and Samantha yells.

"Doom don-" but he doesn't listen. The spear is stabbed into The Queen's Servant through her nethers and pushed through until it comes out of her mouth, her wide eyes staring straight ahead as her body twitches madly, dying from the impalement. Screams come from the crowd and Samantha is staring in horror as the Queen's Servant collapses, dead and is then hoisted up and the spear is planted into the ground, her body raised, impaled towards the sky.

"Next!" Doom calls and Triana is dragged forward, screaming desperately as she struggles.

"Please! Please don't do this! We are both children of the watchful mot-" she pleads to Doom, but is cut off as she's roughly **** down on all fours and Doom grabs another spear.

"Mother... Save me!" She screams before she too is impaled and the spear head emerging from her throat stops her from making any more cries or prayers.

Rio is next and he is resigned to his fate. Walking forward and dropping on all fours willingly, "I'll see you in hell," he mutters and Doom doesn't even respond before impaling him through the ass with a spear. He and Trianna are propped up next to the Queen's Servant and then it's Elizabeth's turn. She's dragged forward and brought before Doom.

"Please... I... I bore your child," she begs weakly, crying openly.

"And lost him... but don't worry, that is not why this is happening. I thought for a while what I would do to you when I had you again, after you turned Belleza against me, cost me Olivia and Ursa-" he starts and she interrupts.

"What? What happened to Olivia?!" she cries out, but he ignores her as he continues,

"and brought the Amazon Queen here, I knew I wanted to hurt you, worse than ever before," he tells her and she lets out a broken sound.

"Oh gods please..." she whimpers

He grabs a spear and she sobs, "Please!" she shrieks and then he grabs her and lifts her into the air positioning the spear under her and then slamming her down on it. The spear stabs into her and up through her body coming out her throat and he stares at her.

"In the end though, I decided you deserved no worse or better than anyone else, you're just another enemy in the end," he says as she twitches on the spear and then she too is placed by the others.

The audience is stunned and silent. Some of them are crying, Samantha has dropped to her knees in horror.

"The heroes of Alms Amour are dead and soon the rest of you will be as well, damn this entire place to hell," he announces and then points his hand out to the crowd and creates a **** orb that explodes killing a swathe of the crowd. Screams echo as people try to flee and Doom creates more, aiming randomly into the crowd. Meya sees Liyu get killed in a second as a blast hits near her and she stands there in the crowd too scared to run, all around her people are dying by the droves. She drops to her knees and clutches Liyu's body to her until she too is hit and drops dead on the spot.

After a bit there's no one left in the crowd, a few lucky ones escaped, but most of them are dead, the watch, the barbarians, the simple citizens, all gone almost completely. Doom then walks over to Samantha and places his hands on her shoulders, "enjoy your city," he says and leaves her alone on the stage as he leaves, the Doom Tribe following him out of the city.

In the throne room, Maja, Ina and Lara are positioned on the thrones, their throats slit.