plop

“Yer doing another hour?”, Fisti screamed. Fucking hell, why does she always have to be so god damn loud?

Daddy looked a bit insane. Well, I guess you have to be a little bit touched if you go stay in that fucking void willingly.

To Daddy's credit, he wasted no time arguing, as he moved swiftly to the bathroom.

It was shortly before one. That was the original deathline, but it looks like Daddy didn't make it. Whelp, can't blame him I guess. That void was...not good for you.

I yawned. Maybe I should take a nap? Will probably be the last time I can.

Well, the whole thing was partially my idea, but it was kinda out there anyways. At least I can make fun of Daddy when he loses the match.

“MY LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORD!!!!!!”

Fuck this shit’s annoying.

I let the rest of the girls lose their minds while I escaped towards my room, and plopped on my soft bed.

Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly my room and I wasn't alone for long either. The teenage bitch joined me.

She had a bit of a weird expression but the moment she spotted me she started cackling. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the illustrious huntress. Fancy meeting you here.”

“The fuck’s fancy about that.” I was really looking forward on having the bed to myself for at least a little. “Don't you have to give Daddy moral support with the rest of the nice girls?”

Little witchie smiled. “Watching Mari’s naked butt wiggle itself towards the bathroom was amusing at first. But the novelty has worn off. Besides, with all the noise out there I will hardly be able to enjoy the match.”

Oh yeah, third fight was about to start.

That cunt.

Without asking, the little brat made herself comfortable on the bed and turned magic vision on. There goes my comfortable rest.

Just in time as well. The two fucks where already standing in position. Maybe I should get some booze for this shitshow.

The Champion Minerva vs. Dark Lord Ithere

“That's Minerva, alright”, I commented dryly.

“How sagacious”, Beatrice replied. “Her match against the golden knight was quite the impressive feat.”

It goes without saying that the cunt was freakishly strong. But she had the brains to match too. Gotta have both to win the tournament three times.

Which made it all the more confusing why she wouldn’t drop out.

The cunt’s up against a fucking Dark Lord. A being that’s invincible to any normal weapon. What’s her game plan?

“You think she has a devil at her disposal?”, I asked my room mate.

The little witch pondered that for a while. “I can’t dismiss the possibility, but the price for fighting a Dark Lord would be enormous. Minerva would have to give up her soul and the majority of her lifespan, at least. To be honest, I’m not even sure that would be enough.”

Can’t see the cunt agreeing to that. “Then one of them holy weapons?”

The witch cackled. “They don’t exactly grow on trees, you know.” She held up four fingers as if I was too stupid to count. Jaivardhan and Escude are accounted for. The demonic sword Chaos is under heavy lock and guard by the Leazas royal family. That only leaves the Holy Blade Nikkou. But even then”, she gestured towards the cunt. “You see any part of her body where she could possibly hide a longsword or a giant spear?

True, the cunt wasn’t exactly dressed up to the nines. Apart from a metal chest plate and a thigh height battle skirt she wasn’t wearing much else. Anything bigger then a dagger would be visible.

The fuck’s the cunt planning?

QUARTERFINALS

SECOND FIGHT

THE CHAMPION MINERVA VS THE DARK LORD ITHERE

BEGIN!

Ben might have as well not even bothered. Neither party made a move.

Ithere, had his usual easy smile plastered upon his lips. Clearly, confident in his inherent superiority.

“I heard you have defeated the golden knight”, he started. “That was rather impolite of you. We were both looking forward to our match.”

The cunt shrugged her shoulders. “Can’t say I care much what either of you want.”

The Dark Lord seemed amused by that irreverence. “I believe you will find me a bit more of a challenge.”

Minerva smirked and shouldered her axe. “Last one who underestimated me got his head cleaved in.”

“Oh, I would never”, the Lord of Shadows chuckled. “I must admit, I am curious though, On how you plan to achieve victory.”

“Yeah, that invincibility shield sure is a bitch”, the cunt sighed and scratched her head. “Mind turning it off?”

“And why would I do that?”

“Thought you wanted to prove something”, the cunt continued. “Can’t really do that if you hide behind a shield. Pretty pathetic actually, if you ask me.”

“That's her plan?”, I almost burst out laughing. “You’re kidding me, right?”

Beatrice seemed equally amused. “My, what a bold gamble! But you never know with these narcissistic types, the Lord of Shadows might actually agree!”

The Dark Lord smiled. “It is not that I can't sympathize with your plight.”

“That a no?”

“The way I see it, our invincibility barrier is simply something for you humans to overcome.”

“So, that's your excuse.”

“An excuse? Hardly. Did I not face foes in that tournament that are capable of breaking through my barrier? Did you not defeat such an opponent yourself? Overcome me, human. All of me. Anything else would be a disservice to not only the tournament but yourself.”

“Piss off.” Minerva spat. “Dark Lord? Never found why you cowards should be giving such a fancy title. Dark Shit would be more appropriate for a pathetic little twink like you.”

The arena grew deathly quiet. Dark Lords are pretty much Gods. The supreme existence on the continent. You do not insult them like this.

Ithere however did not seem to care. “It is said that vulgar words are the last refuge of an inferior…”

“SHUT UP, SHIT!”

Minerva roared so loud that Beatrice yelped.

“You want to know how I will achieve victory?”, the cunt asked and then threw her axes to the ground. “By kicking you out of this tournament. Forget superiority, two hours from now, everybody on the continent will know what a worthless worm you are. This will be my victory!”

“Fighting for a timeout? How idiotic!” I could only shake me head. “Stupid cunt should have just forfeited in that case.”

“That is because you do not understand the beauty of drama!” Beatrice cackled. “Look how riled up the crowd is! Everyone is behind Minerva now! A marvelous performance! If she achieved this, she will attain everlasting glory!”

And if she fails it’s everlasting slavery. Sure, would be nice if the cunt sacrificed herself to kick the Dark Lord out of the tournament. But reality is not nice.

“Can she outlast him? Dark Lord’s do have a faster metabolism. Making him tire himself out. Maybe Minerva is aiming for that? How intriguing! I must admit I have taking a liking to this caddish barbarian.” The little witch is really getting into this. Bouncing up and down like an excited little girl.

As for Ithere, he didn’t seem to be bothered by any of this. This is not someone who gives a flying fuck about admiration. “I am afraid you will find lasting two hours against me a rather difficult endeavor.”

“Not if you keep blabbing like this.”

“A fair point.” Finally decided to initiate combat, Ithere shot a black spear of Darkness towards Minerva. It was a rather lazy attack, naturally the axe fighter avoided it. Since attacking was pointless, this indeed was her only option.

Ithere continued like this. Shooting spear after spear towards Minerva. Each on it’s own, they were easy to avoid, but they added up.

The Dark Lord’s aim also got better with time. And his spears came faster and sharper. As if to test just how much Minerva can handle the pressure was slowly and steadily increasing.

Before long, the cunt was panting

For a moment, it appears this would be all it took, but then the Dark Lord seemingly got bored with that method and went for a more close quarter approach. He shadow teleported himself behind Minerva and slashed at her with a blade of pure darkness.

“Edgy bastard!”, Minerva cursed and rolled away.

Ithere was not letting up, pursuing Minerva in close quarter combat now he slashed at her time and time again. I could tell he was pretty skilled at it, too. His dark sword drew beautiful and deathly arches through the air.

The cunt was still only avoiding it, but not unscathed. Before long she suffered numerous cuts. All of them shallow, but even so.

I glanced at the clock. Not even ten minutes have passed so far. Based on what Ithere pulled in his fight against Asmodeus he wasn't even taking it seriously yet.

Then the Dark Lord halted his attack and smiled. “For a human your performance is quite impressive. But that is about the extend of the praise I can give.”

The cunt spat and used the opportunity to bring some distance between the two. “Can't really give the compliment back. You are a resounding disappointment. Better step it up, clown.”

Ithere still seemed to be rather amused by his opponents insults. “Perhaps I will turn you into my **** after all. At least this way there will be a modicum of challenge to this bout.”

Another dark spear shot out of Ithere's hand, this one much faster. The cunt barely managed to avoid it...only for the spear to loop around and attack her back.

And this time she couldn't get away. It gave her backside a nasty cut and caused Minerva to fall to her knees with a grunt. A second attack followed immediately but she managed to roll away just in time.

Unfortunately, that landed her in the shadows of the arena.

Something that could only be described as a black tentacle shoot up from the ground and wrapped itself around the cunt’s left leg, yanking her to the ground.

The Dark Lord chuckled and with a small gesture started to slowly pull his prey towards him. Minerva screamed and desperately tried to free her leg. Meanwhile a bunch of shadow tentacles started to emerge all around Ithere. “What is the matter, human champion?”, he taunted “Were you not about to show me my inferiority?”

Minerva ignored that and was now trying to find any purchase to prevent herself from getting dragged towards her doom. She dug her fingers into the sand of the arena to the point that they started to bleed but even so the tentacle did not stop its pull.

“No more witty comment? No retort? Is that all you have to offer?” The Dark Lord’s voice grew darker, more monstrous. “A shame.” Yeah, no matter how these fuckers attempt to hide it. They are monsters in the truest fashion of the word.

Ithere was in no hurry, drawing this out as much as possible. As luck would have it the path coincided with one of Minerva’s discarded axes. She snatched it up and frantically hacked at the tentacle.

I got to hand it to the cunt, it was a vicious display of savagery but it amounted to nothing. The tentacle was part of Ithere’s body. It was protected by the Dark Lord’s invincibility shield.

“Why don’t you hack off your leg?”, the Dark Lord helpfully suggested. “You can always grow it back.”

Shouting a curse she hurled her axe towards the Dark Lord.

The **** of the throw was strong enough to completely crush a head, but all the axe did was ineffectually bang against the Dark Lord’s face before dropping to the ground. “I suppose it is too much for a human.” The Dark Lord sighed. “Now then, let me show you the true meaning of this world and humanity’s place in it.”

“Wait!”, Minerva shouted. Her voice now visibly panicking. “You want money? I’m rich! I can pay you!”

“I don’t want your gold.” Minerva was yanked upside down and lifted up until she was face to face with the Dark Lord.

Ithere opened his mouth to a grotesque amount, showing off row after row of sharp teeth’s “All I want is to hear you scream.”

Minerva obliged.

With one last **** attempt at resistance, she formed her hand to a fist and punched the monster in the face. The Dark Lord didn’t even attempt to avoid it.

Suddenly there as was a flash of light and a loud shriek.

Huh?

The Dark Lord was...howling in pain?

“The lance! That mad woman actually got the lance!” Beatrice was cackling maniacally. “How bold! How daring!”

Golden boy's lance? You got to be kidding me! Did she hide that thing up her cunt or what?

No, it wasn’t the lance. Just a splinter. A golden splinter of Jaivardhan stuck in Ithere's right eye!

Naturally, Ithere tried to pry it out, but the cunt wouldn't just sit back and let him do that. The tentacle had her dumped back on the ground and she wasted no time taking up her axe again and drawing it upwards towards the Dark Lord’s head.

With a scream of anger and pain, Ithere blocked the attack with his hands. His head was now an obvious weak point, but by covering it like this he was still protected by his invincibility shield

But of course that means he can't get the splinter out!

Finally, Ithere settled for covering his right eye with his hand. His handsome face now a grimace of pain, while he panted heavily.

The cunt on the other hand laughed. Her demeanor having taken a complete 180. “Looks painful! What’s the matter, Dark Lord? Can’t handle a little splinter?”

“Hurts him even more then it looks”, Beatrice pointed out. “A holy weapon like this burns like fire on a Dark Lord’s skin. Naturally, taking it out will prove rather troublesome too.”

Even Dark Lord Ithere was now incapable of keeping his calm. “Human”, he growled, barely able to contain his bloodlust. “You will pay for this.”

Still making sure to keep that one **** spot protected, he stretched his left hand out towards Minerva and a stream of numerous jet black spears emerged.

At that point, the cunt had already brought distance between the two and was now fully back to avoidance.

Ithere, very clearly, had no more intention of making her surrender. His aim, right now was pure and simple: Kill

But unfortunately for him that killer aim was impaired. Without depth perception he missed the mark time and time again.

To compensate he intensified his attacks even further. But the cunt was slippery. As if her fatigue was just a mirage, she avoided all the spears and also made sure to stay out of the shadows.

Suddenly, Minerva flicked something towards the Dark Lord. But this time Ithere was ready. All the spears immediately converged on the offending object, destroying it within seconds.

“Hahahaha!”, Minerva laughed loudly. “Come on. I just wanted to help. Take a closer look, Mr. One Eye.”

Whatever she threw was of course long since obliterated, but the giant magic vision screen was very quick to show a replay.

It was a dagger. Nothing fancy either. Just a regular dagger.

“You know”, the cunt continued. “Since you don’t seem to get the splinter out. All you have to do is put the pointy end in your eye socket and...plop.”

The roar shook the entire arena.

In a circle formation around the Dark Lord and rapidly expanding, row after row of Dark Spears pierced upwards. This went on until the entire arena floor was covered in razor sharp black spears.

Nobody inside the arena could have survived that.

There wasn't even time to scream as Ithere's poor victim got ripped to shreds.

He did scream however when he came back to life.

“D-Disqualified!”, shouted Ben laying on the ground and squirming pitifully. “The victor is...Minerva!”

No fucking way.

“He killed the fucking referee?”

“Oh shit”, Beatrice uncharacteristically cursed. “That was her plan all along?”

Obviously, killing or even attacking the referee was against tournament rules. Punishment varies depending on the severity of the offense but in the case of where the referee outright dies the rules are pretty clear. The cunt certainly wasn't the first who tried to exploit that.

Under normal circumstances, it would never work. But with how much in pain Ithere was the rule might have slipped his mind.

Or perhaps he simply did not care.

For that matter, Minerva certainly didn’t escape this final attack either. She was still alive, amazingly but bleeding out of a dozen wounds that would no doubt be lethal in a matter of minutes.

And yet, the cunt was smiling.

Course, even if she would have died, the two fighters where healed immediately. Partially at least. Ithere still had that splinter stuck in his eye. In cases like this, where a piece of shrapnel is stuck in somebody it needs to be operated out first. Fisti screamed like a bitch when it came to healing her after our fight.

“Not enough.”, the Dark Lord growled his temper somewhat returned but unable to hide his underlying fury. “You have injured me human, the price for that will be paid. I will cut off your limbs and have you **** by every scum imaginable. You will suffer for the rest of your miserable existence.”

“And there’s the last layer peeled back”, Minerva chuckled almost completely unperturbed by her near **** experience. “When all is said and done your nothing more then a shitstain.”

Oh fuck.

“Silence, cattle”, Dark Lord Ithere stretched his hand out towards Minerva.

“You will not attack me.”

Immediately the Dark Lord’s expression changed. First shock, then disbelief and finally anger. “No!”

“Did he forgot, I wonder?” Beatrice mused. “Maybe the centuries of invulnerability have made him forget the fact that even a tiny gap in his shield is enough for a spell to land.”

Ithere might be a Dark Lord, a supreme being of the continent but still a being of the continent. He had to obey the laws of the continent. A spell of obedience, amplified through numerous magical artifacts was impossible to shake off without a 100% magic immunity.

The amount of rage on the Lord’s of shadows face was indescribable. His body was trembling “Y-You...you can’t! You’re a...mere human!”

In response to that, Minerva merely smirked. “Let us treat your eye injury first. Dagger’s gone so…”

“Rip your eye out.”

As the Lord of Shadows was **** to plunge his own hand into his eyesocket, causing himself unimaginable pain, Minerva looked on with an expression I was all too familiar with.

“What’s the matter?”, she said with a smile. “You can always grow it back.”