conclusion

(content warning: depiction of sexual **** and **** significantly above usual levels, you can skip this by picking the other option. This will have no impact on the narrative beyond this chapter)

The raging storm has passed. The rain was reduced to a few droplets, as a gloomy overcast sky loomed.

Cassandra was the first to leave, storming away with a loud curse. And from there they just faded like the rain. Hebi-san left silently, pulling Sanakia with her. Lucky, never once losing her smile, just sighed once and skipped away.

Regardless of their reasons, nobody wanted to see what was about to happen.

“You don't have to **** yourself”, I told Fisti who still stubbornly stayed, her face white as a sheet.

“B-But...”

“Go”, that was an order, so she had to comply.

Only Sylphid and myself remained. Sylphid’s face was an iron wall as she watched the window.

There were no screams down in the arena.

Despite the gruesome mutilation, the blood spurting out her stumps, thick and massive, the strongest Galmon resisted with an eerie calm.

“Ah well”, Minerva casually scratched her head as if this scene of horror was a common occurrence in her daily life. “That might be an issue, can’t have you die just yet.”

Once more, Minerva formed some black darkness, but this time it appeared to be liquid. It shot into Valkyrie’s limbs, the Galmon twisted her face and grunted.

There was a sickening sizzling sound and...was she...cauterizing the wound?

I spend 40 days getting tortured in a black void. In that time, Femto inflicted countless of horrors upon me.

And yet, upon seeing this I almost vomited. I could barely keep the bile back.

“There we go”, Minerva chirped happily as black smoke erupted out of the stumps that once used to be Valkyrie’s hands. “Now we won’t have to worry about you bleeding out on me.”

Valkyrie was panting heavily. Despite the immense pain she must be in, she remained defiant. “You will not get me to surrender.”

“I know”, the Dark Lord casually responded. “I don’t need you to.”

Then she grabbed Valkyries breasts and squeezed, her fingers digging into the flesh until they drew blood.

The Galmon inhaled sharply. It was blindingly evident that this was more painful then pleasant.

“Heard you Valkyrie’s can take a lot”, Minerva mused while squeezing her breasts tighter until they took on such a grotesque form I was worried she might pop them like a watermelon.

One of her many hands then moved towards the Galmon crotch. The battlesuit was torn away with ease, exposing her pussy.

Forming a fist, Minerva rammed her hand inside.

This was the first time, Valkyrie made a louder sound.

“Oh?”, the Dark Lord chuckled as she pistoned her fist rapidly. “So, it’s possible to get a reaction out of you.”

Valkyrie was still not screaming. Not willing to give her opponent that satisfaction. “Ha…” The Galmon exhaled sharply and closed her eyes. She seemed to concentrate, almost meditate.

But Minerva was unperturbed as she resumed her ****.

This...this was too brutal. “She is going to kill her!”, I blurted out.

At this point that would be salvation.

But that didn’t happen. A Valkyrie’s physique was too sturdy. Instead, impossibly, it appeared that the Galmon’s body was reacting to this vicious onslaught.

Minerva was laughing at that revelation. “Nice! Very nice! But not quite enough stimulation for you, eh?”

She pulled her fist back out.

“Lets try something else then. It’s a bit rough, but you’re a tough girl, you can handle it.”

A black, spear like object was forming in her hand.

It appeared a dildo only in the most loosest of fashions. In reality it looked more like a **** instrument. It was long and thick and entirely covered in tiny black spikes.

I could only watch on in horror.

Unceremoniously, Minerva rammed her newest toy into Valkyrie. There was no doubt about it that this thing would instantly rip a human apart.

“Look at all that blood!”, Minerva laughed as she bumped her shadowy dildo deeper and deeper. “You’re a virgin? Sorry, a bit hard to tell. Don’t worry. It will feel good, after a WHILE!”

She increased her tempo ever further, shoving the dildo further inside then ever should be possible.

And yet, the Valkyrie was holding on, enduring the brutal ravaging with nothing but grunts and moans.

“Oh?”, the Dark Lord chuckled. “Are you finally getting wet?”

It shouldn’t be possible. Nobody should be able to receive any pleasure from this brutal ****.

And yet, amidst the bloody ruin that was her body, the Valkyrie’s breathing became ragged, as a flush crept on her face.

“Gotta hand it to you”, the Dark Lord said still with that same carefree laugh that send shivers down my spine. “You’re living up to it. Unlike all these other shits, you deserve to be called the strongest.”

Perhaps, the most horrifying fact about it, was that this appreciation appeared genuine. There was no spite, no malice behind what Minerva was doing. Just pure pleasure.

Minerva solemnly waited, as if she was the priestess of a sacred ceremony that was just about to perform the most holy of rites.

Then she continued her onslaught, this time to finish her opponent off.

Valkyrie tried her best to resist. If this fight would have taken place in the preliminaries, she no doubt would have been capable of enduring any **** to the end.

But her willpower was meaningless here. Her body will inevitable betray her.

With one last vicious thrust Minerva shoved her barbed dildo so far inside Valkyrie that it grotesquely distorted the Galmon’s stomach and finally the strongest Galmon screamed.

Neither of pain nor pleasure but both.

The arena fell deadly silent.

04:32 P.M

Valkyrie endured for two hours and twenty-two minutes.

Minerva ripped her dildo out, the black of it now sporting a crimson coat. “Oi, referee, do your job.”

“Y-Yes! V-Valkyrie has climaxed! The winner and second finalist is Champion Minerva!”

The moment Ben announced that Sylphid was gone.

Before I could even react she was already entering the elevator.

“H-Hold on!” I rushed towards her and barely managed to squeeze into it as well before the doors closed. “W-what are you doing?”

“What do you think, I’m doing?”, Sylphid snapped at me with a fury and bloodlust that I never encountered.

No, that wasn’t quite right.

I felt this in her fight against Black Cuckoo.

Sylphid has awaken the monster.

“Listen Sylphid, you...”

Sylphid caught me by the throat and slammed me against the elevator walls. She growled at me “Don’t get into my way, Handsome.”

Luckily for me. She wasn’t squeezing too hard and I was accustomed to getting suffocated thanks to a certain devil.

“Let me go”, I commanded.

For a moment I was worried her sheer **** of will might overpower even the spell of obedience. But that was not the case. With a frustrated huff she dropped me to the ground.

“Don’t attack me again. Calm down”, I commanded, just to be on the safe side. Sylphid couldn’t help herself from cursing as her emotions were forcible altered.

“Knew I should have knocked you out.”

“Well you didn’t. Now, tell me what your plan is”, I asked, as I was rubbing my throat.

Sylphid’s immense bloodlust had dropped somewhat. I imagine my order was the result of that. “Saving Valk”, she explained, briskly stepping out of the elevator the moment the door opened.

All I could do was follow. I obviously get how Sylphid was feeling but if I can’t convince her to stop this madness I will have to order her.

But before it came to that a certain person stood before us, bowing politely as if she had already predicted that we would take this course of action.

“Master Beta, Lady Sylphid”, Maria smiled at us. “Would you care for me to escort you to Lady Margaret’s tower?”