Chapter 11 by mask

Do you survive?

No (you turned out to be a villain anyway)

"aha-aha -aha" delicate, breathy and sensual moans echoed out over the cesspool's lake. Within the evening mist the delicate tender bottom of a youth rose and fell in rhythm with his cries where it was seemingly straddling the waters surface.

A bloated purple rodd appeared from and disappear into the youth's blushing chrysanthemum. Floating on the waters surface was a pale waterlogged corps. still wearing the leather armour and Pants.

Though the belt and sword the man had once carried where no where to be seen.

In spite of the horrific sight the youth didn't seem to care.

It was a Nekt, it had once been tricked by a man, rapped and then sold at an auction after which it had been passed around, fucked and used in magical experiments or exploited and milked for ingredients.

The Nekt had managed to escape through one of the toilets due to an oversight of one of its handlers and ended up in this putrid place.

Now it was free, but doomed to die.

Every now and then an evil person like this one would come by and the Nekt would snag it and then use it.

The fucking had felt pretty good at times.

When the corps exploded from the accumulated gases the Nekt would return to playing it's flute, waiting until the next passer by.

As for the corps, it would fall back to the depths of the CessPool and become one among the hundreds of years worth of disposed corpses. Even before the CessPond became Gradrod's Suege disposal facility, the lake here had been used as a convenient place to dipose of corpses, after all.

All of them in good condition given the low oxygenation of the water.

A hidden army of corpses at the backdoor af the Kingdom's Capital, a necromancer greatest treasure, just waiting to be found.

The Nekt wasn't about to tell any villains about it though...