Chapter 38: Chapter 30: Where the Plagued Things Are

 

She charged through the somewhat dense foliage like a fish down stream - although her spear technique could use some improvement her movement was perfected. She took her time to take in the surroundings this time since her last time traveling this route was quite impactful to her experience!

Now she was up high with ‘no danger’ she noticed the looming black clouds in the distance - the soft rumble of thunder priming it’s descent was visible now she wasn’t focused on her surroundings. Something about those clouds gave her an irrational sense of dread. As if looking upon an insurmountable god of judgement only to have said god glare back with a cold, uncaring look.

<I wonder if this is what it feels like to look upon the lightening of Photon?>

She couldn’t help but ponder for a moment before shaking her head and heading towards the closer ‘rumbling in this jungle’. Not noticing the purple sparks of lightning that jumped between the rolling clouds that slowly approached.

Even though the pair were probably wounded by now, she had to admit she was still the underdog in this situation and she also didn’t have any support. This would mean she would have to rely on her own strength - though she did have a few weapons on her, you were hardly going to take on a giant sub-dragon with a hunting knife!

<Ah, I can’t even remember a time after I started training where I didn’t have my beautiful little pocket support. Ah, those thighs, what I wou-... Jeez, I’m missing Milly already, head in the game! Don’t fall to instincts, also rely on smarts! Don’t fall to instincts, also rely on smarts!..>

Continuing to repeat the same line over and over to revert the changes that were beginning occurring before they could show themselves.

Although dragons weren’t any regular beasts, they still had strong instincts. It also just happened that some dragons were predators who enjoyed hunting and others who bred like rabbits. Although there was nothing wrong with this animalistic side - in fact, despite what others may say, Eel Jr fully intended to listen to her instincts…

It’s just falling to instincts at the wrong time could be quite… It would certainly distract from the point.

Not to mention she wouldn’t eat unripe fruits!

<Ah~! Why can’t I just evolve and become a big busty adult!>

She screamed internally to herself along with her mantra as she continued on towards her prey.


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Deep in the south east of the land blessed by the True God, there is a strip of land so dangerous and corrupt that not even gods or demons dared to step foot in it.

From an outside perspective it was one of the two bridges of land that connects the blessed lands with the abandoned lands. These abandoned lands having a practice called ‘Cultivation of Immortality’ that defied the heavens in an attempt to overcome the limitations of mortality - usually by taking in the qi of Heaven & Earth.

An energy produced from nature itself that helps to maintain  life and allow it to thrive - though it’s also available on the western side of the world, Mother’s own bountiful blessing makes it essentially obsolete to cultivate.

This piece of land though was both blessed and cursed.

Both alive and dead.

Both rich in mana and qi.

However, that qi was the purest yin of anywhere else.

And, that mana was not from Mother but still of a dragon nonetheless. An Ancient Evil Dragon though.

‘Plants’ did exist but they didn’t conform to the rules of nature, having no yang present at all but instead pure and strong yin that makes them both dangerous and precious. Some of these plants seemed to mimic life, as if yearning for it, forming itself into dangerous ‘beasts’ that consumed each other just like that of the Magic Beasts outside. Cultivating through warfare, expanding their territories and even making deals between the higher cultivated beings who had the intellect.

Of course, there were many {Plagued Undead}. A type of undead somewhat unique to these lands due to the strong curses and poisons coursing through the veins of the very lands. Even ‘Dragon/Spirit Veins’ that usually supplied strong Heaven & Earth Qi to the surroundings - coursing with the very life blood of the planet - were instead coursing with death.

If you died in these lands, you would become undead to forever serve as more guards for this forever expanding land of death, famine, war and pestilence. 

After all, these were the {Plague Lands}.

Though, to call it mere ‘land’ is unjust as if the amount of solid land mass was considered, these lands were the actual largest continent but it wasn’t as simple.

Similar to the borders of the world, it was only growing larger but this was strange considering it was already in the borders of the world thus shouldn’t be able to. Can’t grow if confined. But, for Pandora this was a easy thing to solve as the ‘borders’ to the {Plague Lands} were actually the start of a ‘semi-pocket space’.

A pocket space simply being a ‘pocket of space’ which is separate from the realm however, since the {Plague Lands} were still ‘there’ and could still be seen even from the naked eyes, it was only a ‘semi-pocket space’.

Though, the difficulty of making such a space was far harder. Not only that, but the size of the {Plague Lands} were without a doubt beyond what was considered possible and they were only growing thanks to Pandora.

Not only that but the area is a series of deep valleys, ragged cliffs, endless whirlwinds, scorching heat, freezing cold and other things that make the geography itself treacherous. The only green is verdant and sickly.

Even then, no map would help one beyond the very edges of the lands due to the space being unstable - constantly shifting all areas other than the outer edge and very core.

This core being the very den of {Pandora the Ancient Evil Dragon of Plagues}.

If one was to ask what Pandora’s Box was many would claim it was the jewellery box Pandora holds dearly… However, many of those ‘in the know’ would consider this very semi-pocket space as the term ‘Pandora’s Box’ has turned into a box which holds the curses and death associated with the girl. What holds more than the {Plague Lands}?

And, in the very core of this area, was a pile of shining jewels that brim with energy so strong each one could be considered to be used as the major part in the production of a Heaven ranked armament. They could even be a major part of a divine ranked piece.

Just about every rare metal to the highest purity could also be found in various forms in the pile.

This pile of jewels was actually in a cave far below sea level but that was partly due to this whole country sized area being a giant creator with various {Dragon/Spirit Veins} pumping their energy to produce a holy land for evil cultivation.

In fact, this cave was located in the very centre of this crater, in the very centre of this continent.

The cave does go deeper where even more gems are located but this was just the sleeping area so the owner - following her natural instinct - hid away the more precious stuff deeper in her lair.

And, she was currently using the area to rest though she wasn’t alone in her lair which was rare.

The only other people here were usually the other three horsemen that each held the rings that acted as the key to the {Demon Realm}. All of the three now follow the girl loyally as her servants. As for the location of the huge, giant portal to the demon realm?

Well it didn’t really matter to the 4’6 girl, if someone tried to get it out of her it wouldn’t be too difficult, after all one already existed an open one at the bottom of the {Sea of Leviathan} that was basically dead north of where she currently resided; past the {Valley of Dragons}. The {Valley of Dragons} basically being the midpoint between the two.

“Dory only just realized; all crossings of the {Eternal Border} are named after dragons…” <Dreary Girl>

She said to herself while lying with her back on the countless world shattering treasures, her head lifted though with the angle of the pile she was actually pointing her chin more towards the ground. Her voice held little emotion in it and seemed completely depressed - carrying an uncanny eeriness to it even ignoring any intentions she held.

Her hair would be long with black and pastel cotton candy (very feint to the point of almost white) strands of hair randomly assembled in clumps - though black seemed to be more weighted towards the right and pastel cotton candy the left. Unlike a certain butler though, it wasn’t perfect.

Not to mention, her hair was generally just messy making the different clumps even more entangled.

Her left eye would be pure pastel cotton candy while her right pure black (her eyebrows and lashes the exact same) leaving no room to view a pupil - her eyes also carrying with them a wave of unyielding oppression on the very notion of ‘life & death’. Heavy bags of darkness only added to the eerie atmosphere she held.

Their  skin was whiter than even snow and was more like that of a doll - her nearly emotionless face added to this. Though, once again, she did seem a tad bit depressed and this led to her having her own unique beauty.

Her body was quite unbeatable as well with a slender waist and hips and bountiful breasts that a MILF would be jealous of - despite being a short-stack herself.

Said tits were so big they actually fell over her face due to her sleeping naked except for a sleeve + glove that completely covered her right arm and shoulder. Though, a pale ring was present.

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She liked to sleep naked and the plentiful juices between her plump thighs showed that’s not all she liked to do while naked. In fact, her pastel cotton candy nipples were erect with trails of faintly dark milk oozing out as her hands gripped her breasts. She wasn’t soft with her body either as she forcibly gripped onto her left breast and soon held her own nipple in her mouth.

Clearly not afraid of leaving a mark with how she was sucking and biting.

Soon her right middle finger began to push against her nipple while moving in a circular fashion - deforming her breasts before her nipple seemed to give way, breasts bouncing back to envelope her finger as milk oozed out - causing her to let out a faint gasp despite her otherwise unchanging face. Biting her little plump lip as her private garden gushed love - enhancing the treasures below.

“Well, it was probably your mother who intended it that way and who are we to question the True God?” <Weird Short Puppet (Kind’a Creepy)>

Said a figure of only 5 feet as they took their time to answer, seemingly trying to find a suitable response to how little the girl in front of them changed her routine despite gaining a rare guest. Pausing for a second before continuing, turning away from the girl who was maintaining absolute eye contact with them.

“Though, I do wish you would control your urges till after I return to the west or at least left your den Miss…” <Weird Short Puppet (Kind’a Creepy)>

Their faces were covered by a pure white jade mask with an open mouth that was faintly on hinges that moved in a mechanical puppet-like way when they spoke. Along with that were a pair of white horns with greenish gold, faintly holy scriptures embedded upon them in an unknown language to most. The horns stood tall and proud.

A static voice came over the ‘jovial’ way they spoke to ensure that none would mistake this figure for a real person. Sharp teeth just under the mask made it stranger because it still felt warm and gave one a sense of safety.

They wore a white tailcoat over a black shirt and white bow tie. Their pants were baggy and white monk style trousers with black socks and plain shoes.

Though, at the back they appeared far more demonic with white spines with greenish gold scriptures also embedded upon these - them following all the way up their vertebrae and across the impish tail. Said tail ending in a spade but other than the spines it was covered completely in a white sleeve to match their outfit.

Not allowing one to see the true appearance.

Though, based on their height and holy presence it was unlikely they were truly an imp.

The girl who was just pleasing herself fairly violently would pause for a second, letting her nipple fall from her mouth to show fairly deep teeth marks and plentiful spit upon it. One may consider her sadistic thus adding to her evil feeling... If she didn’t do it to herself leading to a similar amount of confusion as the ‘Imp’ was feeling…

Milk still oozed from her nipples and evil nectar from between her thighs (as barren of grass as her own lands were of life).

Looking blankly at the ‘Imp’ in front of her before she teared up a bit.

“Dory is sorry; she’s an evil girl who isn’t good with people after all…” <Dreary Girl>

Sniffling her nose with beads of sadness forming in the corner of her eyes only getting bigger causing the ‘Imp’ to panic.

“No, no! It’s quite alright Little One, it’s just… Surprising? Yes, surprising! You’re so beautiful after all it’s hard to talk to you straight when you're doing… That. Although I may be a Bodhisattvas not everyone can resist desire and I do not wish for you to be tricked into anything unsavoury or taken advantage of!” <’Imp’>

While most would treasure the beads themselves as a treasure able to grant eternal happiness the ‘Imp’ couldn’t stand seeing them there so hurried to alleviate the girls troubles. Even so, the girl sniffled a few times.

“You’re a good girl who has helped your mother keep True Wrath from destroying the world on multiple occasions! You’re the most kind, beautiful and understanding heroine in the world Little One! In just a couple centuries you’ll finally find a rider who you can entrust yourself to wholly and we’ll see some cute little ones running around the {Plague Lands}! Your Dao Partner will be a big deal in the future, they’ll even make their own demon species! Someone… Someone who shall finally understand you.” <’Imp’>

The girl's eyes stopped tearing but then continued, the words awoke a desire she’d had since she was first conceived so it was understandable that she would tremble.

How long had she been waiting? How much had she wanted this? Her elder sister already produced an entire race while all she could do was hide away to not hurt people. But this Imp promised her something everyone else just said in passing with a smile filled with pity…

Something she thought she found in her sister only to be abandoned.

If she said she hadn’t lost hope she would be lying - else how could she stand staying here, all alone, until someone needs something from her. Always doing it because she gets to feel like someone needs her for a little.

Yet, here this ‘little’ person was telling her she’d finally be able to feel love.

She knows her Mommy loves her but it’s not the same… Not the same as the type of love she desires. The type of love that leads to life - any mention of her ‘creating life’ is met with fear that she’ll give birth to {9 Bringers of the End} but she doesn’t think so.

She has love and Grandpa says love brings wonderful things so she’ll just have to love her children rotten!

“Dory just needs to protect her soon to be little sister; right?” <Dreary Girl>

She seemed to almost be beggin the ‘Imp’ in front of her. However, the ‘Imp’ just nodded with a warm feeling, seemingly happy for the girl lying in front of them.

“I’m afraid I cannot reveal myself in full for now - though you’ll have to share your partner I have a feeling you won’t mind… Try to understand Cheshire, I’ve said this to Arther as well. That kitten is far more similar to you than you believe. She has suffered more than others so believes that it is necessary to grow strong thus cannot baby her own spawn else they suffer in a way they cannot handle in their future.” <’Imp’>

The creature paused for a second before continuing.

“Can you truly say she is wrong Little One?” <’Imp’>

The girl remained motionless with the same dead look in her eyes, looking at the ‘Imp’ in front of her. She didn’t say anything for a long time.

“Dory is thankful she was born if telling the truth… Dory will no longer be able to handle it if not-” <Dreary Girl>

“It will get better, I swear upon my very Dharma that I have foreseen a Mantis obsessed with conflict shall claim you as her own mount in the future. The two of you along with many of her other wives shall bear her many children - I also swear that your children shall not be monsters that bring destruction but instead brave protectors who shall bravely show their piety as Guardian Beasts just like your uncle on Cheshire's side.” <’Imp’>

If the ‘Imp’ had facial muscles one could tell they would use them to present a warm and reassuring smile upon the girl in front of them. They would be surprised when the girl suddenly jumped at them, hugging their waist as they were silent for a while before a soft, almost inaudible voice.

“Dory is grateful to uncle Atlaz…” <Dreary Girl>

The ‘Imp’ would only chuckle warmly.

“You are more than welcome little one - I should get back and you should head out! Brighter horizons are coming for the both of us I’m sure!” <’Imp’>

As the ‘Imp’ said this, they would softly pat the back of the girl before slowly fading into mere grains of sand, slowly blowing away in the wind towards the west. It didn’t take too long to completely vanish.

The girl just remained there on her knees for a while, seemingly in thought, though still soaking wet and nude.

“Dory is more horny now…” <Dreary Girl>

Moving her milk soaked right index finger towards her lips as she sucked on it softly before standing up.

As if hearing a call out of the void, the sound of a horse running closer before soon coming to a climax when a horse seemed to become more and more visible as they got close. Full materializing right beside the girl.

The horse was so white and so pale that one could see the bones under the flesh - though there didn’t seem to be any organs inside.

“Dory needs pony to go out for a ride with her…” <Dreary Girl>

Looking down between the horses legs she’d sigh again.

“Dory wishes pony had organs…” <Dreary Girl>

The pale stallion gave a depressed neigh.

 

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