Chapter 90- Crying Orcs

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would it be called the cruelty of humans or the cruelty of man ? well, one would have to decide for themselves. in their presence was a dimly lit room, with three rows of cages, chained to the walls, lined next to an open area. each cage was made of thick anti-magic bars that constantly sucked in the mana from the beastkins, leaving them barely alive, and leaving a constant reminder of their stark predicament. the cages cranked and rattled with the weight of the captives and the still wind that blew past it. the rusted chains and bars, represented the years they had been forged. the light within the beastkins eyes had long been lost and their bodies were shriveled down to their bones. dried up blood ran down their legs and arms, and ugly lacerations persisted, unable to heal properly and yet, it did not cause their death. perhaps this was a curse rather than a blessing. they wanted to die, no. they needed to die. their eyes, once bright, had long lost their luster, as fragmented expressions of despair and resignation etched on their lifeless countenance. a macabre hue, like a shroud, enveloped their static features, extinguishing any specter of life. there was no obvious reaction to the group of ladies' intrusion, in fact none of them seemed to be aware. their gazes flickered with anguish and despair as it fixed on the open area, where weak cries and sobs drowned the dungeon in shades of foreboding. their gazes proclaimed terror and anxiety, dreading the day one of those creatures would walk up to their cages and pull them to a fate worse than death. seven large butcher tables were arranged neatly in that open area, and on each, two demi-humans were sprawled weakly on it, chained to its edges. their cries and tears of anguish flowing like an endless stream of sadness as disgust and pain contorted itself in their expressions and voices. their bodies were banged continuously on the rough surface of the wood, as vicious snarls mingled with their cries, causing disgusting shades of sinful pleasure to diffuse through the air. eight more had been chained to the walls, their legs sprawled, as blood dribbled down, while vicious thrust caused their legs to stagger and fall, and their bodies to collide with the walls. their dried up tears on their ashen faces and their hollow eyes remained stiff as their cadaverous body was constantly broken by the assault of the creatures. their thoughts were clouded with disbelief and screams that never seemed to fade away assaulted their minds. it was tormented by contorted pain and assaulted with anguish and the creatures did not care. these creatures were quite infamous. their kind were constantly slaughtered because of their mode of reproduction and their persistent existence. the 7th tier great demons, crying orcs. their bodies were black and slimy, their mouths hiding rows of sharp fangs, as their tongue slithered out like a vicious serpent. their eyes were glued shut and black tears constantly cascaded down their grostique, onyx-like features. lumps of flesh protruding out from their cheeks and jaws as vicious snarls echoed within the dungeon. their fingers, fortified with exoskeleton and fangs gripped the waist of the beastkins, persisting with their assault, and filling their minds drunk with ghastly ecstacy. the failure of these creatures in recognizing the intrusion only proved the amount of concentration that was focused in completing their twisted task. gloria, rachael and the others couldn't watch more of this....repulsive scene any longer. in fact, they have had enough of it. it didn't take a second for them to realize the dungeon's purpose and it didn't take a second more for a clear goal to form. "raze it to the ground !" rachael screamed, her eyes blazing with fury as a tone of power and authority exuded in her voice, and a shockwave of energy shook the dungeon. though beastkins were far different from beasts, they had something quite different when compared to them. and that was their beauty. the female beastkins were blessed with beastial otherworldly beauty, a few though differed but nonetheless, they were delectable mating partners for demons such as themselves. though, how and why such a thing had been occurring in the confinement of the highbur was baffling. gloria tore off the metal chains that bind them, and helped them up, one after the other and carefully. their minds had been shattered and their movements were weary. it was evident that they had gone through a traumatic experience. many of the girls that stood up, were gazed blankly into space, perhaps unwilling to accept reality for what it was. it wasn't a surprise when one of the elves attempted to choke herself with her chain when rachael quickly intervened. their lives were precious, though their dignity....precious as well, was gone and with it, perhaps the will to go on. nevertheless, the jun's were determined to rescue every last one. tiara arrived promptly to assist them, together with morganna and three other beastkins. by now, it seemed like most of the captives had been led out to safety. hopefully, they would plan what to do next, and this matter would have to be brought to the king. it was his subject after all. not to mention, bryne son goku. he would have lost his nerve if he had witnessed what occured in this strange place. soon, they started leading some of the girls towards the door. their feet tapping the cold floor as blankets were wrapped around them tightly. morganna manifested them out of thin air, helping her mother and gloria with the rest of the captives. the dungeon was large, and spacious, with the chained cages on the roof and the open area with tables, it looked much bigger than the circumference of the bastion. its floors were made of stone and it felt cold to the bare feet, draining any sense of warmth that could seem as a sort of semblance for the captives. there were no signs of food or sustenance....so how were they fed ? and more importantly, if this was just a 'branch' of the red peacemakers then what was the main building like ? and how many more beastkins were constantly kidnapped for the sole purpose of breeding demons ?. all these questions reeled in morganna's head, a throbbing headache growing in as they released the final girl chained to the wall. it was a black haired elf, her eyes vacant and haunted as she staggered to her feet, claw imprint on her pristine skin and the lacerations on her thigh. they quickly covered her up, when she looked up at them, the three women that...seemed strong ? "the.....eere..." she stuttered, her voice cracked and sore from screaming and her lips dry from tears. tears brimmed in her eyes as she pointed further down the dungeon, where the magic lantern's brightness failed to illuminate. gloria's gaze followed the elf's trembling finger, her eyes narrowing as she channeled mana to enhance her vision. her expression darkened, a scowl spreading across her face like a shadow. ".....there's another door ?".

Chapter 90- Crying Orcs

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