Chapter 5: Chapter 2: Welcome Mat

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---Earlier---

*fwop* *fwop* *fwop* 

"DIE HERO!"

*record scratch*

Okay, I wasn't sure what to expect but I've watched anime before.  So figured I had a clue.

Yeah, I didn't.

First thing I see after angel tits sends me out the door I didn’t notice before?  Is a girl's face.  A panting tongued, dazed eyes, matted hair, pointy eared, with dangling drool, face just inches above mine.

If that hadn't derailed my isekai expectations enough?  The booming definitely not friendly voice coming from behind her certainly did.

*crunch*

With my instincts screaming “MOVE” at me.  I roll off the pedestal just as a huge sword sprouts from the in-heat lady's big ass titty rack above me and impales the stone altar.

Stand up to see…

An elf, pointy ears, being doggy styled by a giant.  Now that wasn’t like any anime I remembered.  Well, there was that one, but I deleted my browser history afterwards so it's like it never happened.

And about said giant?  Red skin, horn, bat wings, and a tail?  Yep, bet that's a “demon.”  Leaving elfy pinned to the stone with his huge sword.  No, his other huge sword.  Demon boy picks up an even bigger axe, and slowly turns my way.

Holy shit.  Like watching a mountain move.

But…  Isn't this kind of soon for the hero's first fight?

And what is up with me?  This is definitely not “my” body.  Too tall.  FOV is off.  And what the fuck is up with all these muscles?  This guy taking isekai steroids?

Jesus, there is a thunderstorm inside me.  Electricity coursing through my veins.  Oooh yeah…  Adrenaline ain’t got shit on this.  Feel invincible.  May the wings of liberty never lose a feather level invincible.  

Wow!

Okay, let's see.  How many bad guys?  One, two, five, ten, twelve, demon looking things around me and five more exploited teens like the elf.  Ew…

If I had time?  Would puke.  The shape these girls are in goes way beyond rape.  Bitches been broken.  And why is everybody naked?  I'm surrounded by battered babes and demon dongs.

*ROARR*

Huh?  Slow mo yelling?  And why is demon boy walking so slow?  Wait.  He's not slow.  I'm fast.  Really fast.

Turbocharged.

Like my blood is flooded with magic nitro.  Jesus, look at the size of that axe headed right for my face.  It's so close I can see the blood, bits of flesh, and even hair, stuck along the edge.

Does this fatty never clean it?

Sigh…

Fine.

You wanna fight?  Let's fight.

*wooooosh*

With a flick of my right ankle, I slide to the left, around the axe head now passing by my face.  Just a flex of my left foot launches me towards him, as I coil a cross with my right arm.  He's quick, already pulling his gruesome battleaxe back.

But I'm quicker.

Aim right below where the ribs should be.  Think it's called the sternum.  Damn, feel like a fucking superhero.

Eat this, asshole.

*BAM*

God damn!  Look at him fly!

*boom* *crash*

Let's do this by the numbers.  “Raper 1,” demon boy, gets launched by my fist.  Goes airborne.  Smashing a column unfortunate enough to be in the way and crashing through a wall beyond it.

"Next!"

Bring it, bitches.

*rumble*

And here comes his cavalry.  The other demons have dropped the joy rape club and grabbed an assortment of brutal looking weapons.  Would rather they grab shorts.  Jesus, didn't know dicks could be that ugly.

Well don't complain later if your privates get ripped off.  Wait, I'm naked too?  Sigh.  Definitely something fucked up with this world.  Really hoping I didn't land on “nudist fantasy planet.”  If this is paradise?  It's seriously lacking in vitamin virgin.

My next customer is “Raper 2,” a part dog demon?  Part wolf demon?  Whatever.

*woosh* *squash*

The jagged scimitar he’s swinging is much faster than demon boy’s axe.  But these things all got a couple feet on me.  Making it easy to duck under the blade when he aims for my head.  Letting me close in and kick up hard with my left foot.

Like putting my foot in jelly.

Should have worn protection, dumbass.  His demonhood instantly turns to pulp.  Think I even caught a glimpse of spine coming out dog demon’s back.

Yep, that's going to haunt me.

*WHAM*

Floor. Ceiling. Floor. Ceiling. Floor.

My view keeps changing as I tumble.  Left ribs hurt, bad.  Cracked?  Crushed?  Look up after I stop.  See a part bear demon with a big ass hammer and a shit eating grin.  Congratulations.  You are now Raper 3.

*chokch* *chokch*

Roll again, this time to keep from getting pinned to the floor by a spear.  Another doggy, Raper 4, is trying to impale me with a pointy stick.  No, his other pointy stick.  Get your minds out of the gutter people!

His aim sucks though so he’s just remodeling the floor.

Roll up and pile a left hook into the side of his knee.  A loud crack and it bends a way it was never designed to.  Timber!  And now I've got a spear.  Well, more like a pike with how long it is.

Spinning to my feet I ram the pike into his skull thru a fuzzy grey haired ear.

Dead doggy.

Shame.

I like doggies.

Raper 3 arrives and tries to crush my noggin with that big freaking hammer.  Do a barrel roll!

*wham* *zizh*

3's hammer makes a lot of noise as it slams into the floor.  Jagged bits of shattered stone whiz by, slashing at my face.  Fuck that stings!

*crack*

Bear?  Meet stick.  A full power swing of my new spear deforms his head.  And snaps the pike in two.  Raper 3 drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Choke on that, fuzzball.

Okay, that was dumb.  Spears for stabby.  Not hammy.

*konk* *pow*

A kick in my ribs from the right sends me flying into a big fist to the face from my left that catapults me back across the pedestal I arrived on.  Should I have waved to elfy as I flew by?

Face plant and skid into rubble on the far side.  Ouch.  My poor mug.  Probably got major road rash on my cheeks right now.  Can hear the fuckers laughing.

“Haha.”  “This is the hero?”

God dammit.

*cough* *hack* *blegh*

Struggle to move and start throwing up blood.  That can’t be good.  Might even upchuck an organ or two.  Shit, dropped my now half pike mid-flight.  Will the airline return it?  Where’s the baggage claim stub?

Okay, I might have a concussion.

Come on, snap out of it.  Damn, need a weapon.  Oh yeah.  There's one.  Maximum effort!

Leap on top of the altar and with both hands yank the huge sword out of the stone and twitching leaking elf.  Oh, am I the king of England now?

Wow, this is one mean looking hunk of iron!

A straight double-edged blade almost five feet long.  Diamond cross-section with no fuller.  The metal is black and shot through with jagged dark red streaks.

Long straight bar crossguard is also black but a little lighter in color and embossed with intricate jagged shapes.  

From the crossguard stretches the hilt.  Its grip is long enough for three hands and wrapped in strips of dark leather while the pommel, carved like a demon head, holds an uncut ruby in its mouth.

“Christ!  Talk about edgelord overload!”

The cringe is strong in this one.  I'm embarrassed to even hold this monument to chuunihood.  Something is very wrong with this world and- my hand is on fire!

Can see and smell the burning melting crisping skin.  Teeth clench as pain rips up and down my nerves.  Thi-  They are still laughing at me?  Fuck this and fuck you!  Burn me as much as you want god dammit.  As long as those douchebags die!

With the sound and smell of sizzling bacon in my ears, and wondering if there’s an isekai Denny's nearby, I throw myself back at the fuglies.

"Aahhh!!!!"

Yeah, it's a pathetic warcry but lay off.  Adrenaline and magic nitro are the only reasons I'm still alive.

*FRAZH*

The brat pack counter charges with Raper 3 at the front.  Who I rush, head on.  Diagonally slash thru fugly bear's hammer and, surprisingly, thru fugly bear.

It's like the sword invisibly stretches a couple feet beyond the blade’s end.

Oh shit, going too fast to stop.

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*splash*

Get hosed with 3's innards as his now two parts pass by me on both sides.  Ugh, so gross…  But if I don't have time for pain?  Also don't have time for pepto.

Why are bear’s halves on fire?

Have no idea what the fuck I'm doing.  Just 'roid raging with a sword.  My next wild swing somehow tears the heads off a part horse demon and part lion demon.

*zhrang* *chop*

A classic red devil type comes flying in, wings, swinging a huge mace in his left hand.  I'm moving so fast now that I easily bisect the mace with a downward slice that turns into a clockwise spin which chops both his legs off at the knees as he passes.

Brimstone.  These guys all reek of brimstone.  That’s so damn funny to me for some reason.  Well, brimstone and sex.  Condition of those girls makes me think their gangbang had been going on for hours before I got here.

What a shitty world.

*throlch* *BAM*

Weave through another oversized axe and sword determined to end me.  Shove Tormentor into the chest of a part bull demon and use the momentum, as he topples back, to deliver a savage uppercut.  Send a part goat demon flying.

Can’t dodge everything though.  Knicks, scrapes, cuts, bruises, start covering me.  Pain begins piling up.

I know I should be freaking out right now.  Have I killed anyone before?  My memory is hazy, confused.  Like sentences written over each other.

Stop.  Don’t care.  Doesn’t matter.  These douchebags are after my son.  If I fall here they’ll try again.

Bitches must pay.

What’s left of the rape brigade quits chasing me, changes tactics and decides to blitz.  Five sprint at me at once.  Are they trying to tackle me?  Well this quarterback's got a sword, assholes.

*FFFRRRAAAZZZHHH*

Tighten my grip on Tormentor, is that its name, and lean into a spin.  Notice the flames coming off the charred steel this time.  Put so much muscle into the swinging and slashing that my sword rips through meat and metal alike.

Reduced to large burning chucks, demon remains go flying in every direction.

As I gasp for air.  Lungs heaving for more oxygen.  And hear roasting body parts wetly smack onto the floor.  I realize nothing is moving.  No one remains standing except me.  No one is laughing.  Did I win?  Is it ov-

*SPAK*

My skull bounces off a column then drops to the floor.  This body is twitching and sparking.  Short circuiting brain notes that I’m a dozen feet away from where I was a second ago.

Ow!  What the fuck was that?!  Great.  Just had to go and raise a flag, didn’t I.

"ENOUGH!"

Uhoh…  Someone sounds miffed.  Want to speak with my manager, Karen?

Ouch, that douche shot me with lightning?  Was it magic?  Bet it was magic.  Fuck magic.

Raper 1 walks back through the wall and he looks pissed.  I think he looks pissed.  He is butt fugly so maybe that’s a constipated look.  Nah, he’s pissed.  And I can tell because I have people skills.

Step one of a successful negotiation?  Build rapport.

“Ah, poor baby.  Did someone turn your rape club friends into kibbles and bits?”

Hmm…  Voice sounds pretty hoarse.  Well, not surprised.  Feels like someone stuck my head into a light socket.  Where’s le aqua?

A bit unsteadily, I get back on my feet.

Cool, managed to keep a grip on Tormentor.  How do I know its name?  And, he still has that freakishly huge axe.

Great.

“You will return my sword, slave.”

“Come say hello to my little friend.”

Okay, not the best comeback.  But, geesh, cut me some slack.  I’m not a morning person.

*doom* *doom* *doom*

Demon boy starts lumbering towards me.  His footsteps as he picks up speed sound like the drums of hell.  Or Gir’s Doom song.  Mine?  As I charge to meet him?  Uh, not quite as impressive but I’m not scared.

History is written by the victor, asshole, and my autobiography will say you had pussy feet.

*squish* *squish* *squish*

*clang*

Axe meets sword.  Unstoppable force meets immovable object.  The shockwave from our impact ripples through space around us.  We struggle, and I lose.  Turns out?  I'm rather movable.

Well duh, he's like twice my height and probably ten times my weight.

Able to somewhat control my flight this time, getting used to being airborne, so manage to land on my feet.  Just how the fuck am I doing this?  I'm an out-of-shape overweight -censored to protect the fragile hearted- year old.

*zhing* *kerrang* *vong*

Leap back at him, crossing dozens of feet.  Two hand Tormentor trying to smash through his guard.  Fail again.  Get knocked back dozens of feet again.

Launch, strike, flight.  Launch, strike, flight.  Launch, strike, flight.  We are both bleeding now from numerous shallow wounds.  He's getting faster.  Using magic nitro like I am?  At least demon boy is stuck on defense and I'm stuck on offe-

*SPAK*

Ung, that hurts!

Got stupid.  Predictable.  Gotta keep zigzagging.  How do I get to him?

Hello deus ex machina part deux.

*zholch* *crunch*

Pay for that moment's distraction with his axe passing by less than an inch from my face.  Adding another huge gouge to the much abused floor.  Throw myself to the right but the edge leaves a deep slice down my left side.

There’s a lot of blood and pain.  But it doesn’t last.  Like every other wound I’ve had today, the blood soon stops flowing and the wound begins closing.  And his wounds do the same thing.

Crazy fucking healing.  More magic shit I bet.

Still, at least this is the right direction.  Roll on the ground and clumsily grab the weapon that caught my eye.

Pulling it out of the rubble reveals a very different sword, compared to Tormentor.

The blade is silver, with blue lines swirling through it.  Almost four feet long, straight and double-edged.  Cross-section though is lenticular instead of diamond and has a fuller running most of its length.

The crossguard is an engraved off-silver straight bar that also has an ornate swept hilt.

Grip is long enough for two hands and wrapped in white fabric.  While the pommel holds a finely cut sapphire instead of an uncut ruby.

*skrak*

A very different looking blade, ouch, but just as painful.  My right hand twitches and smokes.  Feels like holding a live wire.  Can’t think about it anymore as the demon freight train is already here.

*zhing* *schlich*

"AAAHHG!"

Catch the axe with Tormentor again but use the inertia to flip instead of fly.  Letting Sanctity leave a deep slice in Raper 1's right shoulder.  Sanctity?  See little sparks follow her steel and its demon boy's turn to feel the pain.

Let's.  Get.  Dangerous.

*vong* *skak* *kerrang* *fuzh* *zhing* *shlik*

Dual wielding now, I'm able to deflect his bloody axe over and over again.  Using the other blade to hack and slash.  Leave sparking or burning flesh behind each time.  Stopped noticing the pain from my hands.  Finally, got this bastar-

*shli-*

?!

Oh fuck.  Blubber boy pushes forward this time instead of pulling back.  Ramming Sanctity so far into his abdomen that it gets stuck.

Demon douche gives me the shittiest eating grin and suddenly twists his torso.  Ripping the sword out of my hand.  Dammit!  He's grabbing Sanctity with his left hand while keeping me pinned with the axe in his right.  If he pulls it out and turns it on me?

Fine, I'll take his axe then.

*HUP* *WHOOSH* *BOOM*

His moment's diversion is all I need to get under his arm and drive my right fist into his flank.  Pulling with my left at the same time.  Get him off balance and very awkwardly judo flip his twelve foot ass.  Demon boy looks stunned.

Drop Tormentor, stomp my right foot on his shoulder, while gripping his right wrist with both hands and pull!!!

*RILCH* *CRACK* *POP*

"AAAUUUHHHGGG!!!"

Demon boy's scream, as his arm is ripped and torn away from its shoulder, is music to my ears.

*WHAM* *WHAM* *WHAM* *WHAM* *WHAM* *WHAM*

The pain and rage in his eyes warms the cockles of my heart.  It's my turn to smile, asshole.  Now I've got a bat.  Bat?  Meet Raper 1's fugly mug.  Again and again and again and again.

Huh, figured as much, his arm is harder than his face.

Not exactly sure how long batting practice lasted but, by the end?  Demon boy ain’t got no face.  Just a heap of smashed watermelon where his head used to be.

Welp, this douchebag is dead.  Can “sense” a couple of his buddies are faking it though.  Can actually hear their freaking hearts panicking.  This is just, yeah, crazy.  Sway a bit, shit, don't pass out now, pick up Tormentor and pull Sanctity out of mister ex demon.

Huh.  They really aren’t hurting my hands anymore.

Take a total chuuni pose and…  Stab left, jump, slide, thrust right.  Skewering the skulls of the remaining rape club corpse posers.  Be proud.  You're real corpses now.

With the fight over, I can feel the backlash coming.  Exhaustion catching up.  Start to tremble.  Shiver.  Bet I get PTSD from this.  Stomach wants to rebel.  Empty whatever this body ate before I moved in.  But, I'm not safe yet.  Maybe.  So muscle it back down.

Finally, I can catch my breath.  Take a good look around and see where I am.

...

“What a shit-hole.”

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Ignith, Urnithun (male, demon, drasritorn)

• Demon-Ogre
• Former Demon Lord of Kriotux
• "Demon Boy," "Raper 1"
• Deceased

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