Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 165: City of Sacrilege

A/N: Dark AF Chapter

Altair had been in a splendid mood, enjoying a period of post-nut clarity he had only heard of but never experienced until now.

He helped Ren out of the carriage, having noticed the way she moved seemed to differ. Her loins were still vibrating, and Ren was sure if he so much as touched her breast, ran his fingers through her hair, or kissed her, she'd experience another orgasm, or her cunt might just spasm out of control. She was extremely sensitive right now, so much so that she wanted to sit down.

"Yo Thaan," said Zag, opening the door to the carriage; not so much as glancing at the battered bandits, he spoke, "We're running out of food. We might have to forage for something."

"What happened?" Thanatos snapped, and from Zag's shirt, Kuu popped its little head out and cooed loudly. "... never mind." He said, understanding the Kitsune's needs.

"How dare you—"

Thanos flicked his finger as though it were a whip: A black light flashed like a lunar arc, slicing through the man, splitting him in half before he could blink.

"Piss off," he commanded, and like clockwork, the twenty or so men ran for their lives, kicking the others away in hopes they would slow Thanatos.

But the Former God of Death paid them no heed.

"Kuu," said Ren, leaning on the carriage. She opened her palm to the little beast that came barreling into her bosom.

Ren bit her lips, resisting the urge to moan, when she saw Altair snatch the Kitsune up, glaring at it. "Those are mine," He said, tossing the little critter back to Zag, and evilly, he patted Ren on the behind.

The girl's face turned bright red, and with all her willpower, she held in the moan on the tip of her lips.

Thanatos was quite confused, but Zag whistled knowingly before returning to his carriage. Ren, with the remainder of her strength, wobbled back into the carriage, figuring it was safer there than outside with Art.

Sparks practically flew from Ren's eyes as she slammed the door shut on him. She might be bold with her red eyes, but even she had the grace to blush, having climaxed in front of people she knew.

Still, he did enjoy teasing her for a bit this time around.

In the days that followed, Altair didn't attempt to dual-cultivate with Reina again. The jump in mana, while stupefying, had made it harder to control, and while it was within the bounds of his control, Altair liked absolute control; he couldn't and wouldn't tolerate anything less.

Ren had agreed, especially since her control wasn't as refined. However, she was finding that her comprehension had risen quite dramatically ever since their first time. And there had been much to learn from Thanatos and Iliana.

They traveled on for nearly a week until they spotted a city in the distance, surrounded by demons. Demons that weren't attacking.

"Logic dictates we go around the city surrounded by demons," said Thanatos.

"yeah. But where's the fun in that?" Said Zag, patting his shoulder, "Aren't you curious?"

"Ummm!" Olivia, who'd been ever silent, raised her hand bashfully to speak. "Can… Can I hand Laros off to the demons?"

"I got you, girl," Reina said, looking down at Laros on all fours. She didn't know what Olivia was doing to him, but seeing how matted his bottom was from blood, she had a good idea.

***

As they approached the gates to the large stone city, Reina, Nia, and Alyssa broke off with Laros. To where Altair did not know nor did he want to know.

But from the moment they entered, they were welcomed by scantily clad women who bore the mark of Astaroth on their womb. A promise that their offspring would forever belong to the Prince of Hell.

Around them, Altair felt his mind blank at the sacrilege of it all; his jaw dropped as he eyed various women being mounted by Dogs, Boars, and horses alike. Men of all ages sang praises of Astaroth lighting pyres over the ashes of their firstborn

Brawls of all kinds seemed welcomed as, at some point, a man as large as a mountain smeared another man's brains against the ground; the wife didn't even seem to mind as she was pinned and mounted over her former lover's corpse. She laughed and moaned, filling her mouth with her dead lover's flaccid manhood. He killed her as he came, snapping her neck as he roared with laughter.

"I'm going to go protect the girls," said Zag, departing without another word.

"You good?" Thanatos asked, noticing Altair's blank stares.

"This is madness."

"These are demons," said Thanatos calmly. He looked out, finding a mother cutting into her stomach to tear out the fetus. Reeling in agony, yet somehow she was laughing, tears streaming down her face. She tossed her child into the pyre to watch it burn.

"All Hail, Lord Baphomet!" She said before walking into the flames, to where her eternal screams seemed to resound.

"This is… disgusting. All of it." Altair said, feeling his stomach churn last night's meal. He felt sick. "I shouldn't be here… no one should. No one… this is all insane. Why are they doing this?"

"Long ago," said Thanatos calmly. " Before this Era began, Demons and Devils were forbidden from entering the Myriad Heavens. They had to keep to the hells. Now, not so much. But it was said if a mid-to demon or high-rank devil were to ever ascend from the Hells, their mere presence brought with them sacrilege. What you see now is the aftermath.

Like dogs are to humans. Humans are to Demons. Humanity was bred to worship, and so they do."

Altair's voice grew sharp. "That thing they were trying to summon. Is it—"

"No. At least I don't sense any prominent Demonic Qi or Mana. Whatever graced this city must have left." Said Thanatos mildly. "Let's just pick up supplies and get the hell out of here."

Without question, Altair agreed. They scoured the city, trying to find water, food, armor, or anything to aid in the coming days. For nearly seven days, Altair toured the city tossing anything that seemed valuable into his ring or within the Serpents Outreach.

Timber, Stones, Water, Medical Supplies, Weapons, everything was taken with little resistance as most of the denizens of this stone city were lost to the sin of lust.

They left on the Eighth Day, parting through the Hordes of Demons.

"Goodness. Thank the Stars, we are leaving." Nia said, shaking with an ashen expression. "That was a horrid experience."

"You're crazy!" Shouted Ren, laughing on top of Altair's lap. "All those bitches there were smiling. And moaning as they got their backs broken. They didn't seem to mind. Shit, they looked like they were enjoying it."

"They were getting railed by horses and pigs," said Nia, incredulously.

"To each their own, I guess. Not my place to judge. Laros was taking more pipe than most whores. He seemed to like it." Ren said, glancing down at the broken dog that held no shred of life.

"Yes… Laros is a good boy." Said Olivia, patting his clean-shaven head. Laros had thinned considerably. His face was hollowed, and his eyes were sunken. She jerked his collar, and the boy barked, revealing all his teeth and carved-out tongue. "Wanna go back?"

"Woof!!!"

Nia felt weird for a moment but held her tongue. Had she known Laros would have ended up this way, she'd have killed him herself. Altair's Compulsion had ended days ago… but what those demons did to Laros truly made him a dog in every sense of the word.

His cries for mercy had truly brought the spark back to Olivia's eyes. She was smiling more, laughing, and even holding a conversation. Though not when Talia appeared. When she was around, Olivia blushed like a maiden, bowing her head.

"I'm just glad we left, " Zagreus joined. "Any longer, and god knows what would have happened to you two." He was looking at Alyssa and Nia. "God knows which one of you might have joined that little orgy of Sacrilege."

"Not my cup of tea," said Alyssa, though she didn't mind. Orgys in Themiscyra were commonplace. So much so that even the queen of the Amazons would often hold multiple 'banquets' with the most virile men for her most loyal servants in the hopes they'd get pregnant.

"And I'd rather die." Added Nia coldly

"When it comes to those of the hells, it's not up to the individual but the mercy of the Hells," said Zag darkly, turning to face the skeleton horses as they plowed onwards without rest through the woods.

Ren leaned into Altair's ear and whispered, "All this talk about sex and orgies is making me so wet. Can you feel it? Wanna see if I can fill a water bottle? We can even try that position again where you bent me over backward to fuck me. What's it called, Doggy Style??

Altair gulped when—A high pitched squeal caught him off guard, "help me! Please!" Hammering shook the carriage walls as the stranger's voice continued. " Please, I've got treasure! Something worth millions of gold ingots. Please help me!"