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- A few hours later, Geofu -
"So, how long will it take to restore the city?" Typhon asked, looking at all the destruction Uta, Mikasa, and Kushina's battle with Vult and Messorem caused.
The destruction was nowhere near as severe as his battle with the demon prince, but the amount of damage they caused here was immense as half, if not more, of Geofu was turned to rubble, and there were craters everywhere. If he were to estimate the total cost it would take to fix the city, it would cost well over ten billion Berries, maybe even more, but one thing was certain: he didn't envy the builder's task of restoring Geofu to what it once was.
Celestine, standing beside him, sighed at his question. "By Lulu's estimations, perhaps half a year, maybe longer," the younger Lunarian winced at hearing that.
If this battle had been taken at Onigashima, all this damage would've been repaired within weeks, thanks to Queen's automatons. 'Note to self: ask Queen for a couple hundred of those,' Typhon thought. "Sorry to hear that," although on the bright side, rebuilding the city wouldn't take nearly as long as he thought.
"There's no need to apologize," the blonde smiled softly. "It's because of you and your allies we won the war and saved the lives of millions. I'd rather have a destroyed city than be at the mercy of our enemies," Typhon couldn't deny that.
The Lunarian looked at her, smiling back. "Well, when you put it like that, you make it hard to feel bad," his eyes wandered to her pregnant belly. "Have they been giving you any trouble?" He gently touched her stomach.
Despite nearly two months, Celestine's, Olga's, and Chloe's pregnancies were more prominent than Uta's, Ulti's, and Yamato's at the beginning of theirs. The young Lunarian assumed that the magical energies naturally flowing within them were causing their pregnancies to accelerate rapidly or that high and dark elves naturally had shorter gestational periods than other races.
Celestine shook her head, smiling at Typhon's concerned expression. "I've had some back pain, but I've been mostly fine," she reassured him, which did put him at ease, albeit slightly, because one never truly stops worrying about their loved ones.
"I'm glad to hear that," he concentrated a bit more and could feel his children's life forces.
"Are you checking their gender?"
Typhon nodded. "That and to find any health complications," he took his hand off her stomach. "Luckily, I found none. By the way, you're carrying twin boys," he added, surprising her.
"Boys?" Celestine questioned, shocked yet also delighted by the news and understandably so.
Elven males were rare in Eostia, with only twenty-five out of a thousand being born every year, yet she carried not one boy but two of them. If this wasn't a blessing by the goddess, Celestine didn't know what was.
"Uh-huh," Typhon looked at her smugly. "I guess my Lunarian genes beat your elven ones, eh?" He teased.
The blonde laughed, her lips stretching into a joyous smile. "I guess so," Celestine looked at her stomach and rubbed it lovingly. "I can't wait for our boys to be born."
"Me too," Typhon smiled.
"Typhon," he and Celestine turn to see Mikasa and Kushina walking toward them, both wearing serious expressions. "He's ready," the redhead said, and the Lunarian's gaze hardened.
He looked at Celestine and softly pressed his lips against hers. "I'll see you later."
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Deep within the castle's dungeons was Vult in nothing but a loincloth, securely chained by magical cuffs that nullified his strength and powers. Hearing footsteps, the leader of the Blackdogs looked up and saw Typhon with Mikasa and Kushina behind him. Vult wanted to scream at him, curse his existence, and insult his women, but he stopped himself. It wasn't worth it.
Vult looked down at the ground. "I take it we lost, huh?" He asked bitterly, despite already knowing the answer to his question.
"Yeah, your friend Kin, Asmodeus, Messorem, and the entire demon army are all gone," the Lunarian confirmed, making the mercenary let out a hollow laugh.
"I should've listened to them...now here I am..." Vult looked at the Lunarian. "Have you ever wondered how I, a lowly human, managed to get in contact with a demon prince?" Vult ignored the Lunarian's question and instead asked one of his own.
Typhon thought for a second and nodded as it was indeed odd for someone as insignificant as Vult to have contact with someone like Asmodeus. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious. I don't know much about demons, but I could imagine they're not exactly easy to get a hold of."
"Well, you're right about that. The fuckers aren't," the mercenary signed.
- Flashback To Fifteen Years Ago -
Somewhere in the middle of a forest was a large camp consisting of members of the Black Dogs. At this time, the mercenary group was becoming well-known across Eostia. Their numbers, wealth, and influence were growing larger than ever. Yet, Vult still felt unsatisfied despite having everything he dreamed of as a child. He wanted more but didn't know what exactly he wanted yet, which was odd considering he had always known what he wanted for most of his life. But now he wasn't so sure anymore, and he hated it.
He took a large gulp of his drink before going outside his tent and went for a walk in the woods to clear his thoughts. As Vult walked deeper into the forest, he felt like someone was watching him. It was an unnerving feeling. He always trusted his instincts, and they told him to run, so he did. Vult managed to get back to the camp with the feeling of being watched vanishing, making the mercenary relax. He grabbed another drink before returning to his tent.
However, he wasn't alone.
"Who the fuck are you?" Vult had his sword pointed at the intruder in his tent.
The individual was dressed in black robes that hid their body shape, and the only thing visible was their almost-shaped red eyes.
"There's no need for the hostility, Vult," when the person spoke, their voice distorted into an echo, unnerving the mercenary greatly. "I just wish to talk, so please put down your weapon or else..." The figure narrowed, causing a shiver down the mercenary's spine.
So reluctantly, he wisely put his blade down. "What do you want?"
"I want many, many things, with one of them being the destruction of the Shield Alliance," it revealed, surprising him.
"Why would you want that?" Vult asked asked hesitantly.
"Let's just say that there are things on this Island I don't want resurfacing, and those things are in the hands of the Shield Alliance, or more specifically, in the hands of the Celestine Lucross," there was visible hatred in the figure's tone when mentioning the elf.
"And how do I come into this?" Vult questioned, not understanding where the individual was going with this conversation.
"Oh, thats easy--" Faster than he could perceive, the figure appeared in front of Vult, startling him. "--you'll be the one destroying them within the inside and when the time is ready on the outside as well."
"H-How do you suppose that?" He asked, looking and sounding utterly terrified, still unable to comprehend how this mysterious individual got in front of him despite his eyes never leaving said person. "I'm just a mercenary."
The figure sighed at his comment and backed off, shaking its head. "Oh, Vult, Vult, Vult, if that were truly the case, I wouldn't be here on this damned island, much less be having this conversation with you. Tell me what the current problem is going on with the Shield Alliance?"
He thought for a moment before replying. "They're corrupt?"
"You're not wrong. It's certainly one of the Shield Alliance's biggest issues. However, it's only like that because..."
Vult thought for a few seconds, then guessed. "Of Celestine's leadership?"
The figure nodded. "Indeed, not only hers but also the others. They're tired of women ruling. It's because of them that Eostia is in its current state. It's only because of their supposed power and influence that they're still in charge," it pressed a finger against his chest. "And that's where you convince them that things would be better if men were at the top, and in return for their support, you'll offer them wealth, power, women, and whatever else they desire," the figure chuckled darkly.
Vult thought about what the figure said, and honestly, he liked the idea of men taking over. One of the reasons he started his own mercenary company was because he didn't want to take orders from an overprivileged noblewoman or women in general who never truly understood the hardships of being a man. The mercenary always full-heartedly believed that men were the superior gender in every aspect and that women should serve men without question or hesitation.
"If I agree to do this, how much time will I have? Stuff like this takes a lot of time," the figure nodded in agreement with his statement.
"Since I'm such a reasonable person, I'll give you seventeen years to take over Eostia completely, and I'll have an ally of mine assist you in this endeavor. However, they'll wish for something in return, but that will be between you and them. If you complete this, I'll grant you whatever you desire and allow you to keep all the 'spoils' of conquering the kingdom. Does that sound like a deal, Vult?" The figure stuck its hand out.
"...yeah..." Vult smiled a twisted and dark smile. "I think we do," he shook the figure's hand, sealing the deal.
For the rest of the night, Vult and the mysterious individual would discuss how the mercenary would successfully conquer Eostia. By the time the latter left, Vult was absolutely certain that the island would be within his grasp in seventeen years and that he'd get to taste every woman he wanted regardless of consent.
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- Flashback over -
Typhon, Mikasa, and Kushina quietly processed all the information revealed to them.
"That's a lot of information to process..." Typhon slowly admitted. "So all this time, you two were just pawns..." The Lunarian had to admit that finding out Vult was a mere pawn this entire time was amusing, albeit unsurprising.
However, it was also concerning as he initially thought Asmodeus wasn't the true mastermind of this operation but someone else entirely. The demon prince was just the help and, if he really thought about it, was just a pawn as he wasn't even the strongest of his kind.
"You could say that," Vult sighed.
"Why are you telling me all this?" The Lunarian narrowed his eyes at the mercenary.
"Isn't it obvious?" Vult up at him with a furious gaze. "I want that fucker dead. If it weren't for them, I would've never tried doing all this bullshit, to begin with, and I wouldn't be here about to die," the Lunarian nodded in understanding but then looked at the mercenary in disgust.
"I don't think that true at all. I believe either way, you would've done something similar to this regardless of whether you had the aid of this benefactor of yours. That's just the kinda man you are. Pathetic, cowardly, cruel, lustful, and narrow-minded man," Typhon pulled a bottle out. "Hold him down and open his mouth," he ordered Mikasa and Kushina.
Kushina held Vult down by her chains, and Mikasa pried open his mouth, allowing the Lunarian to pour the strange liquid down the mercenary's mouth. When the bottle was empty, the girls let go of him.
Vult coughed violently for a few seconds before looking up at Typhon with a glare. "What...did...you...make...me drink?" He asked between coughs.
Typhon looked at him coldly. "A little concoction I had Olga make for me. You see, I thought of killing you just to get it over with, but death would be too good for you. So, with a lot of thinking, I came up with the perfect punishment for you," he held his hand, and Kushina handed him a mirror, then had it facing Vult.
The mercenary looked into the mirror, and a woman with the same features as him looked right back at him. Vult's eyes widened in absolute horror. He looked down and saw a large pair of tits that almost rivaled Celestine in size. He frantically patted himself everywhere, and much to his ever-growing horror, everything that made him a man was gone.
"W-What did you do to me?" Vult cringed at her feminine voice, making his enemies chuckle at her expense.
"Isn't it obvious? I made you what you looked down on the most. A woman. And you wanna know something that makes this better?" Typhon leaned closer to her, their faces inches away from each other. "Not only did the potion turn you into a woman, but it also robbed you of your strength, took away your powers, and made you immortal, thus ensuring you'll never escape your punishment," Vults paled in horror and despair at the teen's explanation. "However, that's not all of it," the Lunarian gave her a sickly sweet smile that looked far more terrifying on his face than it did a woman's. "Bring them in."
The door to Vult's cell opened and in three massive orcs. Realizing what was about to happen, the mercenary looked at the Lunarian with pleading eyes.
"P-Please don't do this--" a chain wrapped around her mouth, muffling her voice.
"My King," the largest of them greeted Typhon respectfully.
Typhon turned to look at him. "Hey there guys," he greeted with a 'kind' smile, then looked back at Vult. "You see these three? These are some of the few orcs that remained loyal to Olga despite your tempting offer. I don't know about you, but I think such loyalty should be rewarded. What do you think, ladies?"
"Oh, definitely," Kushina grinned.
"It's only fair," Mikasa looked equally amused by the situation.
"I'm glad we're all in agreement," he turned to face the orcs. "For your unwavering loyalty to the kingdom, please have this beautiful woman," Typhon, with all his willpower, held back a chuckle at his own comment. "You can fuck her as hard as you want without fearing killing her or loosening her up too much, and best of all, she's too weak to fight back," the orcs looked at Vult with hungry gazes making the former male squirm in terror. "Enjoy yourselves, and I'll be sure to send more toys for you later," he, along with the girls, walked out of the cell.
"Thank you for your generous gift, my king. We'll be sure to put her to good use," the largest of the orcs replied, making Typhon chuckle.
"I'm sure you will," he then closed the door, and the three returned to the surface while enjoying Vult's screams of pain and despair.
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