Note: Again, Sexual abuse, and Necorphilia warning! Tread carefully, brave readers!
Drenched in blood, Gara was finally back in his chambers. His slaves were shaking at the sight of him while Ophelia taking a deep gulp seemed determined to persuade her husband out of this murderous spree he'd been on. But alas, having been shunned from being his wife, the king was not happy to see her face, especially in his bedroom where only his women were supposed to reside.
And so without even a word, he rushed over to Ophelia and grabbed her ponytail.
"Ahh!" Pulling her up by her hair, Gara brought her face closer and glared into her eyes, smoldering.
"GET OUT!" He screamed, throwing her to the side and instead shifting his attention to the shivering slaves in the corner.
Watching it all unfold as a shadow on the wall, the faerie clone smiled at the pain in the women's eyes, and its joy only grew further as Gara snatched a human from the bunch and audibly cracked her arm in two.
"UGHHH!" Screaming at the top of her lungs after being thrown against the bed, she turned her face towards Gara who moved right over her body with his four legs. "N-No…Please don't!"
"STOPPP!" Despite her own struggle with hurt, Ophelia picked herself up and grabbed Gara's shoulders. She pulled at him to get him away from the injured woman, but she couldn't budge him an inch much less get him off of her body. "Leave her! I'll do whatever you want, just let her go, you monster!"
Though she'd just fought with Isaac about her husband's redeemability, when faced with reality, Ophelia was witnessing the advisor's words coming to life. He was a monster, one that raped his own people–even if they died midway through his pleasure, and while he ate belly full, his soldiers were left to scavenge on dead rot in the dungeons.
The people themselves at a glance seemed thriving, but behind closed doors, they cursed themselves for being too weak to revolt.
Gara was smart, and Isaac smarter, and to keep the rest under their thumbs, the two made sure that food was abundant in the Colosseum but scarce for the people to the point they stayed ever-obedient.
"GARAAA! LET HER GO! LET HER GOOOO!" Even the queen was no exception to the scarcity but not to the same extent as the others, which in turn ensured, that no matter how much she tried, Ophelia just couldn't get her husband off the slave's body.
As the whole thing unfolded with Gara forcing himself on the dainty human, the other slaves watched in horror and pushed each other to the front in case he tried to snatch another one of them for his pleasure. Some even attempted to run off, but their quivering feet didn't take them far.
Not to mention the horrifying screams of the woman being raped, her organs being smushed by the aggressive centaurian. However, her screams didn't last long for Gara tore through her flesh–making her bleed out on his cock. Even so, the raging tyrant kept ramming into the dead body, desecrating what remained of her despite her innard falling out with every thrust of Gara's body.
"That's more than enough…" Finally taking over the shadow, Raven walked out of the wall.
Gara as well as the others turned their heads in his direction and stared at him with a hint of shock. Unsure whether to trust their eyes, they kept staring at the dark ghost moving in front of them and flickering through the air like a dark cloud.
"Who…" Stepping away from the dead woman, Gara clenched his fist and began moving closer to Raven's clone. Staring down at its glowing silver eyes, he gritted his teeth before screaming in its face. "HOW DARE YOU BARGE IN HERE!"
Attempting to slap the clone, Gara swung his fist but it went right through the clone's body. But that didn't stop him from trying again, however, this time, instead of it going through his body, the clone itself grabbed Gara's arm.
"You're gonna die, ahaha!" Raven chuckled in the enraged tyrant's face.
His eyes widened for a moment before his blood-soaked face went even more red. Pulling his hand away, Gara took a step back heaving and panting like an engine, his breath muffled and visible as steam in the air.
"No no no," shaking his head with a smile, he looked into the silver eyes of the clone and began laughing. "The one who's gonna die is you! I promise you that!"
Beating his fist on his chest, the king cackled to himself manically, almost as if he'd lost his damned mind. Then pointing a finger against Raven's chest, he smiled even more and decided to challenge the hero supposedly destined to take his head.
"Since you're so fucking confident, how about you face me man to man in that coliseum down there! Nobody but you and me and the one to lose takes everything the other has!" Laughing some more, Gara leaned closer to the clone and whispered. "Me against you, nobody else…AHAHAHA! I-AHAHA! I CAN'T WAIT TO STEAL EVERYTHING FROM YOU. EVERYTHING!
EVEN THOSE GIRLS YOU PARADE AROUND SO MUCH! AHAHHAAAHAAA!"
Holding his belly as he imagined beating Raven to a pulp, the centaur king continued to laugh in the clone's face. But his laughs only lasted so long until a silver smile appeared on Raven's face as well.
"You have a deal, Gara," being the one laughing in his face, the clone disappeared into the shadows with a few more mocking words. "Be ready to lose your slaves, your title, and that lovely-lovely wife of yours that deserves so much better than a monster like you."
In that passing moment as the shadow disappeared to chase Isaac instead, the sweet words of two women trailed into Raven's ears. One, a thankful whisper by Ophelia, who'd finally accepted the irredeemability of her husband, and the other, someone grander–the white nun herself.
'From the hands of one monster to the other, is it so much a blessing as it is a curse to be passed around?' Raven knew what she meant by those words, after all, his fairy side was smirking at the torture of the slaves.
However, holding on to his own twisted moral compass, it wasn't hard for him to justify the killing of his enemies and taking what belonged to them, in this case, their women and every last bit of resource gathered in this kingdom of centaurs.
"I'm no hero of justice, general; I'm the hero who uses every means necessary…" And that was his response to the nun before meeting up with Isaac to discuss a plan for the coming morning.