Herr Dieb Derkills-[Death]

"Herr Dieb Derkills"

Hans stretched his arms. It was more complicated than the normal human stretch. This was fitting, as the same could be said of his muscles. He was bulging and dense with them, almost like a circus strongman. Unlike them though, these muscles spoke of full-body development through more than mere lifting. A body honed by complex intense effort and passion along with Promethea's blessing. The goddess hadn't lied, it had been long and painful work in a way no magic or blessing could reduce. It was well worth it Hans felt, as he stepped forward into the lightly illuminated cave.

Looking around as his eyes adjusted, Hans knew her instantly. The same grey face and vicious smile that haunted his waking moments. He'd had to run before when they'd last met, before she could take him as a plaything. Back then, when he was truly a different man. The thought of being taken by her hadn't appealed, but her fierce beauty had branded itself in his mind. He had fled in shame, the desperate desire that he could meet her as an equal or perhaps more had sparked strongly in his heart.

Now with normal human limits a thing of the past, Hans breathed deeply. Taking in the scent of the cave, coarse web, and a scent so unmistakably her that nearly left him sagging in relief. She hasn't taken another, thought Hans, feeling himself flushing in pleasure. There was little time for thought as she scuttled forward on her strong hairy legs. The Ushi-Oni's forearms swiftly moving to pin him with her superior force and weight met his own quickly outstretched arms. Her face was clear as they grappled. She recognized him, he could tell from the gleam in her uncovered eye.

After a moment of the sustained clinch, it was becoming clear that Hans' ability to meet her strength wasn't a result of desperate prey-panic. That could give short lived feats of hysterical power before inevitably leaving the prey a pitiful mess of catatonic exhaustion. Hans met her eyes with confidence as he slowly drew on the reserves of strength he'd mastered. Her strong hairy forearms, the hair much more soft than he ever dared imagine, were giving way before his. He kept his push through the clinch steady and measured, holding her gaze all the while.

A look of confusion and wonder slowly transformed her face. Then her sharp teeth flashed in a grin and Hans could swear that he saw her eye briefly flash with a reddish shine. Her resistance to Hans's forward motion increased for a moment, then she drew him forward swiftly. He had just enough time to tuck in his chin to avoid a broken nose as their heads collided. A splash of too hot liquid upon his head began running down his face. Automatically, Hans was shifting his feet and posture to one more balanced to resist a repeat blow. After half a breath, he broke the clinch while side stepping to gain ground. He brought up his head to see her face dripping with blood.

Strangely, Hans thought she looked as beautiful as ever. The grinning face, pointed blood-stained teeth set in anticipation, was wide and smug. As the moment stretched out without Hans showing any effect from her blood, her smile started collapsing by degrees. Soon it was a pitiful thing and clearly forced. Only by bracing himself was Hans able to resist moving forward to comfort her. No, I have trained too long, Hans told himself, there will be plenty of time for gentleness and comfort afterward -- a whole lifetime of such moments. His insides shivering with resolve, leaping forth with inhuman speed he kicked. The blow to her undercarriage was solid, releasing a shuddering grunt from the Ushi-Oni. Still her forearms drove forward with impossible speed and Hans met her once more, pushing back against her shoulders as she sought to pull him forward. Her own strong grasp on his shoulders was firm, yet soft in some implacable way.

As if desperate to narrow the gap between them, she pushed her head forward, tilting it and bringing her sealed eye to the fore. Wary of another head butt, Hans didn't relent, keeping too much space between them for that tactic to work again. There was a moment of hesitance on her face as she spoke.

"I-I don't t-think we need it anymore", she said. The husky mocking tone Hans had recalled from a shameful day long passed was the same as it ever was. Only now, Hans could recognize bravado meant to mask fear and uncertainty. Her arms shifted behind his shoulders as if to forcibly brace his own grip upon her. Realization flashing in his mind, Hans let her draw him forward. All the while keeping his stance balanced and gripping her firmly. Her sealed eye was pushed before his mouth. She held his gaze as her uncovered eye blazed with unmistakable passion. Now the hesitant one, Hans bared his teeth, considering if he should tear off the seal. Pressing her face firmly into his teeth as if daring Hans to bite her, caused him to let out a gasp of surprise. Her warm breath huffing across him with a few chuckles in response, she then drew her face before his mouth in a way that could only be described as caressing his teeth.

Now Hans, who had yet to break a sweat during any of the superhuman exertions up to this point, felt his brow beading with perspiration. Gently and delicately, he tore the seal, hardly even touching her face out of nervousness. The uncovered eye was as lovely as her other, though now both blazed with a hot reddish pinprick in their depths. The hot pulse of her was filling his senses, a scintillating heat rippling through her body. Her insistent grip on his shoulders burned him nearly as much as her bright feral and gorgeous smile. One of her lower legs rustled with movement, there was harsh ripping sound as her loincloth was thrown aside by the oddly dexterous limb.

It was all worth it for that moment, seeing her unveiled and exhibiting her passion. Seeing into the depths of her heart and knowing that they had met as equals. Hans saw her eyes flaming with passion, hot tears of happiness flowing from her eyes, and his own vision blurred too. The goddess had been so kind with her blessing Hans thought, as tears shed from his own eyes unheeded. In the ecstasy of the moment, Hans wasn't absolutely sure he'd not died and gone to the afterlife. Then, seconds later, Hans was absolutely certain of where exactly he was.

<You might want to stop reading here. This is a really hard turn folks>



Herr Dieb Derkills had finally tracked the musclebound oaf down. Given the prowess of the transformed, it had been an irritatingly difficult task to track him without detection. These transformed traitors and scum were so much worse than the normal humans who fell to the creatures. Those wretches were worthless, of course, but they were ultimately meaningless anyway. Few of them had the potential to defend the purity of human blood. Long nights of studying the Leader's writing on the tainted monsters and their vile global influence had made the solution clear to Dieb. If these wastes of humanity could be sterilized, Dieb might possibly suffer the disgraces to live in some shit infested ghetto. Or perhaps the slightly less moronic of the castrated could serve as menial workers, experimental subjects, or be made some form of sport for real humans. Certainly they could not be allowed to aid the enemy in it's insidious global plan to destroy and hobble humanity.

Everyone that gave in to their pathetic ineptitude was to be killed along with the vile scum which had conquered them. This was a given, there was no other option for human purity. But what truly made his stomach turn was the humans who could resist the poisoned scum, yet used their prowess to join with them. Such could not be allowed. These "uplifted" traitors to the human race must be destroyed without exception. They were far too dangerous to be kept alive in any capacity.

Dieb sighted down the scope of his rifle, it was an experimental device. Sadly he'd had to procure it from one of the wretched Danuki. Despite it's origin, it was cleverly made. The advanced rifling and extended range were truly worth the money he had paid her for it. This hadn't inhibited him from killing her slowly and taking the money back from her corpse, but what good was money to a dead thing? How could a filthy monster even dare think it could place any debt or obligation upon him? True humans only needed honor their own kind. Deib had found those to be few and far between no matter the masses of humanity he'd ever known. As a true human, only those who he deemed pure could expect anything like honor or kindness. The wretches should be thankful he suffered them to even exist for the moment. It was obviously more than the honor-less scum deserved.

Dieb slotted in the munitions, another specialty item born from the efforts of the impure. He chuckled as he slowly bolted the rifle. Finding Dwarves who could make ammunition that made resurrection an impossibility had been quite a steal for him as well. Such loud screams from such tiny people, he reminisced with amusement. Sighting once more down the length of his weapon, Dieb focused on the muscled freak grappling with the filthy spider. It was probably some detestable mating ritual. The man's head was in a strange position, was he whispering sweet nothings to his disgusting beast? No matter, they would be the last words he said. As he pulled the trigger the spider shifted slightly with a jerking motion putting herself into the middle of his line of fire.

Truly the goddess had been generous to Hans, his strength, intelligence and perception was now far beyond the human norm. Each second of perception was a thing of fine grained detail. His memory as well was now a more than human thing. So just as his fight with his beloved, and her searing beauty would echo evermore in his mind, so too would the hellish sight that now greeted him. Her face with the fierce beauty and impassioned sharp smile, both of which had drawn him through each painful moment of the goddess's training, which had come to represent a substantial portion of the world for him -- had exploded into unrecognizably. A hellish moment for Hans, that happened in the blink of an eye, would last forever. Covered in a slurry of bone, blood, and brain. Covered in the tattered remnants of the love of his life. Hans turned, and with sight rivaling a hawk he saw a pale blond man panicking as he tried to load a rifle. He never managed to, of course. And Hans made sure that the man regretted that for a very very long time.