Chapter 12: Primal Games

(Gore Warning)

Greed

[Bydo, Zergaven]

-later that evening-

 

Worrying about trivial BS had no place in my mind. Seriously, I was sick of it! I’d already done that for years, before my brother Pride and I had trapped dear ol’ daddy’s soul in the sub depths where he belonged. But Dera’s escape was getting to me. It was like an annoying itch I couldn’t  scratch. Sure, it made perfect sense for her to flee to her district, Litheenia, but I’d been searching for months, and my special mage pet hadn’t shown up yet.

 

What’s crazier than that was how Lust’s capital had been completely obliterated, yet we kept running into resistance along her borders. Where were those damn demon girls coming from? And why hadn’t they been eradicated already?! “Ugh, we should have been taken Litheenia! Why the fuck was this taking so long?!”

 

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe because some of your men keep coming back dead, or fucked… or both,” my wise cracking wife Yeleena said as we walked down the corridor of my castle coming from the dinner hall. Her elegant and accented voice may have been smooth, but her words were like knives running down my back. Her silky blond hair wafted over her shoulders as we approached the dungeon, and the skirt to her black curve-hugging dress sashayed with her full rounded hips. Yeleena gave me an inquisitive look with those sanguine eyes, and continued to prosecute me, “Unless, you’re ready to tell me I’m wrong?”

 

“No, but it’s nothing I want to hear,” I scuffed, my just-as-human looking vampire wife flashing me a sly grin.

 

“Well, if I don’t say anything to you, you’ll never hear it. Your men fear you, and they won’t be as overeager to call you out on your faults.”

 

“And what faults are those?”

 

“Kurrun dear, your predisposition is like a curse. Your greed is making you careless. It allowed Dera-Dera to escape, and now the portals have been sealed. What we are doing isn’t looking for her, so that we can extend our demons on earth, and cement our dominion over Relo-Hell. Instead, what we are doing is terrorizing Litheenians, while erasing potential tracks to her.”

 

“Shit, I could hear what you’re proposing, and I’m already against it!”

 

“Someone from Litheenia has to know where she is. If you offer those Litheenians something they cannot refuse, they will give you the information that you desire.”

 

“I’m not coughing up anything to pests! They deserve nothing from me!”

“Then think of it as something temporary. A peace offering with an expiration date. I know it would be hard on you my love, but the longer we wait, the worse it is for us. Shedding their blood clearly isn’t working. Try my approach, and I guarantee we will get somewhere.”

 

Giving them freedom? A safe haven from the war? Fuck me, was I really that desperate to find this girl? I should say yes, because it was I who’d helped teach her portal warping! I had the knowledge, after tucking my head where it didn’t belong. Father’s secret vault made good work for me, before I made good work out of him. Luckily, Dera had a special talent with sorcery, and she came in handy at a perfect time.

 

And I didn’t want my enemies using her craft against me…

 

“If they ask me for their goddess back, I’m slashing their heads,” I retorted, and Yeleena chuckled.

 

I dropped my shoulders down with a sigh and crossed my arms over my chest. “Who ever heard of the God of Greed giving? It’s ludicrous!”

 

“Mull it over at a later time. Rayfa is waiting for us in the sub arena.”

 

That was right, my imp wife, along with my eager audience, were waiting for me in the dungeon arena. And I should be getting ready to indulge myself with something more entertaining—The Primal Games.

 

Two demons in the ring, one demon out. My guards had caught two Litheenian spies on my turf, and for the past couple of days, I’d ordered to have those girls beaten and starved. I would make them pay the price for trying to save their pathetic Goddess Lust! Because tonight, the caged event would debut both of them, where they’d get the utmost pleasure of fighting for their lives with their mana on reserve.

 

A well-deserved punishment for trying to snoop down my halls if you asked me.

 

The Primal Games wasn’t a tradition I practiced on the regular, because you had to have been a special type of stupid to invade Greed’s very own adobe! The moxie on those warrior women left me with a grin on my face regardless, because it was a rare treat, a feat that gave the House of Greed something to look forward to.

 

And they couldn’t start the fun without me…

 

“What took you two so long?!” Rayfa retorted as we stepped into the dungeon, the crowd getting rowdier when I reached the king’s skybox. I ignored them, my eyes preoccupied with my two foot tall wife flying toward us rather than the stadium below me. Rayfa had a purple outfit on, a bikini top and a skirt mostly, to complement her short lavender hair. You could say that the color was her favorite, and it matched her devil horns, bat wings, and pointed tail perfectly.

 

She approached us with a sour look already on her face, that pout making my fun sized wife look even more appetizing.

 

“We were talking about his lost pet,” Yeleena answered with sarcasm sprinkled on her shrewd voice.

 

“Oh, you mean that fragile Litheenian sorceress? Or should I call her your concubine?” Rayfa mocked, then took her seat on my left shoulder. “Pfft, good riddance! I preferred her dead, but beggars can’t be choosers.”

 

Free-spirited and feisty. Apparently, I had to add jealousy to Rayfa’s personality also!

 

I brushed my finger along her small cheek, making her purr. “Rayfa, don’t tell me you’ve gotten yourself bitten by the jealousy bug?”

 

“Can’t you tell? It’s going around, getting your wives sick,” she said sarcastically.

 

Yeleena shrugged. “You call her your pet, yet you’d spent the most time with her down in the chamber. Concocting who knows what.”

 

“You, you know what.” I chuckled. “Geez, Yeleena, not you, too.”

 

“Admit it, God of Greed, you were in love with Dera-Dera.”

 

“If preparing my army for the raid on Earth means loving Dera, then fuck, I’m obsessed!”

 

She gasped playfully. “Oh? Obsessed? Are you sure you don’t mean infatuated?”

 

“Always sassy, this one,” I said, then gave Yeleena a kiss on her perfectly shaped lips. “I promise, when time permits, I’ll give you the all of me you crave...”

 

I hated to admit it, but my wife was right—I had been preoccupied with my army lately. But honestly, I hadn’t been avoiding them on purpose, the urge to have my defense and offense sharp in this war on the very top of my priority list. It was for the nation, couldn’t they see that? And my wives fell under that nation...

 

Really, I shouldn’t expect Rayfa and Yeleena to understand any of that. From their perspective, I would always be a raging workaholic, tending to my council, sending my men out to work and expand my land. It wasn’t easy, even though my council helped regulate a few political affairs when they could. But everything else fell on yours truly.

 

And if I made the wrong move, I could bring a few opportunists to my doorstep.

 

“Lord Kurrun,” a bass voice greeted me at the front of the double doors to the king’s skybox, the seven-foot hooded giant bowing before me. “We are ready to proceed when you are.”

 

I gave him a toothy grin. “Excellent!”

 

The space was massive from where I was standing. For a system underground, it was well lit, where I could see my Bydoians already jumping for the anticipated match. There was a sub square in the middle for the two contestants, while the top elevations of the square contained rows and benches for sitting. And tonight, those seats were filled, the screams and cheers catching the arena as I drew closer to the audience in my skybox.

 

I was the host of the hour, tending to my people with my arms sprawled out, inviting all of their love and affection. I was given a booming introduction from the band, the loud air frothing with musk, blood, and sweat. A strong god was what they needed, and a strong god was what they got. And they worshipped me generously, knowing that I’d take the throne of Relo-Hell, a throne that I so rightfully deserved!

 

“Evening, proud House of Greed! I present to you, the Primal Games!” my voice boomed, and confetti showered the ring. “We have been given this perfect opportunity—two enemy spies had trespassed into my home! And it’s about ripe time we made them pay for it, don’t you think?!” My voice stretched out into the crowd, getting their juices flowing. “Let’s show these girls the power of Greed! Let’s show the entirety of Relo-Hell that we are a force to be feared! Bydo stands strong! The power of greed conquers all!”

 

“Bydo! Bydo! Bydo!” my Greed heads cheered along, with their fists pumping in the air. A loud gong broke into the wave of shouting voices, prompting everyone, along with myself, to take their seats. I joined my wives, sitting between Yeleena and Rayfa, who was already munching on roasted cuy on a stick from the cater’s wheeled banquet tray.

 

The doors to the arena below opened on cue, and two men escorted two red girls with ram horns on the sandy turf. They looked dirty, their once cream-white tunics tacked with grime and mud. The taller, thinner one had long dark blue hair with eyes just as dark and serious. And the younger one looked like her frail blond sister, and had a shapelier figure. Both of them were bound with metal cuffs around their wrists behind their backs, until they reached the center of the stage, where the hooded and masked men released them.

 

“You two already know the rules,” I started. “Two men in, one man out.” More like two women torn. When that blond one turned around to face her sister, I noticed how raw and red her back was with lashes, some still fresh and bleeding. She had my fresh sand already stamped with blood, making that smile on me grow wider. The older one paced on a limp, her left leg bruised, and her chest glistening with sweat.

 

“Please, my lord!” the younger one begged, her scratchy voice already biting at my ears. She approached the edge of the ring where I sat above it behind an enforced glass shield, with her hands folded over her head. “I beg you! Please pardon us! We have been punished enough!”

 

“Unless you both want to die here tonight, I suggest you get on with the fight,” my baritone threatened, the tone of my voice making her move backwards. I bit her a hard glare, while her sister was already prepared to fight—she tore through the bottom of her dingy tunic, using the two inch wide piece of fabric to wrap her knuckles.

 

“Ganee? What are you doing?” the blond one mewled.

 

“I am not prepared to die here,” she wept. “I am sorry, Mille…”

 

“Please, Ganee, we don’t have to—”

 

Whoosh

 

The first assault was dealt, more like a distraction, actually. Ganee triggered her reserve mana, showing all of us her elemental powers. But the gust of wind from her maneuvering hands was barely strong enough to catch much sand off its trajectory. She was weakened from the torture and it showed, reduced to cheap tactics to get a win. She flashed some sand into her sister’s eyes. Mille winced and fell back.

 

Once Mille tossed her head aside from the shower of sand, Ganee followed with a firm punch in her face. That hook shot twisted her body, Ganee obviously stronger than her younger sister. Such savagery! Ganee didn’t hold back, and continued beating up on Mille, taking her knee into her gut. In no time at all, Ganee was capitalizing, with little offense or defense from Mille.

 

The crowd was cheering, the promised bloodshed leaking out from Mille. A solid minute of abuse had passed before she finally made her first move, stepping back with staggered feet to register Ganee’s unbreakable momentum. Mille came in with heat, with a battle cry that forced Ganee to retaliate.

 

Dodge, tuck, and a sweep kick into her head.

 

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Ganee went down, her back colliding with the hot sand. Mille followed through and got a hold of her from behind. She pushed her arm against Ganee’s chest, trying to put her weight on her sister. But Ganee kept Mille’s grappling to a bare minimum, using her legs to ward Mille from completely submitting her. The crowd went wild when they went back and forth on that sand, the power struggle down there getting my Bydoians excited.

 

“Who would you put your money on?” my wife Rayfa asked as she passed me the cuy. I took one big bite into it, its crunchy skin snapping into my teeth.

 

I studied Mille’s formation. Mille might have had the power of will, but Ganee had technique and stamina.

 

Even so…

 

“Mille.”

 

Yeleena snickered. “Mille? Are we watching the same fight?”

 

“You know that strength doesn’t guarantee a win, right?”

 

“You said that like you actually meant it. I say Ganee.”

 

I snickered. “Is that so?”

 

“Don’t believe me? Well then, how about we make it interesting? If Ganee wins, then,” she stopped, moving closer to my ear in a whisper. My face, it heated up, my lips fighting back a wide mischievous grin. She pulled back, lounging against her seat, looking at me for a reaction. I took my finger to my chin, leaning my elbow on the arm rest.

 

“And if I win?” I asked, my raunchy eyes flirting with her.

 

“If you win…” she paused, her eyes rolling up, my wife thinking of a reward. “Then we can fetch the slug.”

 

“One?”

 

“Just one.”

 

“Make it two. I need to savor the moment!”

 

She sighed. “All right, deal.”

 

Rayfa giggled. “That’s repulsive!”

 

I looked over my left shoulder and raised my eyebrows at her. “Well, I’d be happy to show you just how repulsive it can get. But, you’re too small to get slugged.”

 

“And for that, I am very grateful!” she sang, nuzzling her side against my cheek.

 

Our eyes went back to the match, right on time to watch Mille bursting with energy after Ganee managed to peel her off from on top of her. She tapped into her reserve big time, casting a fireball spell to snipe Ganee with. She was desperate, and that move cost her the remaining energy she had, the girl barely able to get up after Ganee used her wind to redirect it upward.

 

Those weak bones of hers could barely stand her arms straight as she hacked up blood, Mille crouching over after running out of steam.

 

“You didn’t…” Ganee said, Mille kneeling right at her feet. “You used life force to compensate for mana.”

 

“You left me no choice!” Mille cried. “How can you strike me like that? I’M YOUR SISTER, GANEE!”

 

Ganee winced, trying not to break into tears. “We are warriors!” she cried out. “And we fight for our goddess! No matter what! It is how we were trained! And if there’s a chance that one of us could bring her back, then we should take it!”

 

My wife tossed me a side glance, confirming her win.

 

“Do you really think Greed would allow us that opportunity? Please tell me that you aren’t that gullible, Ganee…” Mille said, with tears streaking down her hot cheeks.

 

“One of us gets to leave, and it’s going to be me, Mille. I’m sorry…”

 

It was nearing her time, the match was about to end.

 

“Ganee…” Mille whimpered, looking up to her sister with watery eyes. And then, she accepted her fate, tucking her chin in her chest, waiting for Ganee’s summoned fireball growing in her hand to roast her.

 

The crowed bounced on their feet, but I was in a sour mood.

 

I wasn’t going to get my slug time tonight…

 

I rolled my eyes, then turned to the ring below, where I noticed a change of events. What a pathetic sight, Ganee sparing her sister…

 

Instead of ending her life, she walked over to me, with a request that had me raising my eyebrow up. “We are done,” she boldly asserted. “We aren’t going to continue being entertainment for your sick and convoluted pleasure! If you are going to kill us, then come down here and do it your damn self!”

 

Oh shit! This one’s still got some fight in her!

 

The boos started to roll in from the crowd, tossing their garbage at the brave-mouthed Litheenian woman. Even her sister Mille was shocked, looking over her shoulder at her older sister.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, don’t fret! We will have ourselves a winner!” My booming voice echoed as I stood up in front of my throne. And once the crowd settled, my arms gradually fell to my sides, my eyes growing huge on Ganee. “You have earned yourself a reward for your bravery, lucky you!”

 

“Y-yes,” she said, her voice trembling. “The freedom you promised us.”

 

“Freedom through death isn’t really much of a reward though, is it? Don’t you feel selfish for dragging your sister into this?”

 

“She doesn’t deserve this living hell!”

 

“Heh, you’re right.” I snapped my fingers, and on cue, those doors to the ring opened again, the sound of barking filling up the arena.

 

“Ganne?!”

 

“What is this?” Ganee panted, looking over to those three vicious full-grown demon Rottweilers dragging my ring masters into the circle.

 

Big, jaw-snapping, monstrous looking hounds…

 

“This fate is more fitting for her, isn’t it? After all, my dogs haven’t eaten in days…”

 

“PLEASE, NO!”

 

“Come on, you were going to kill her anyway, weren’t you? Before you decided to chicken out and let me decide her fate…”

 

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD! You cowardly mistake of a son of Lucifer!” Ganee barked at me, then rushed toward her wounded sister, hoping to fight off my dogs to save her.

 

Well, she really couldn’t make up her mind, now, could she?

 

One minute she wanted Mille dead, then the next, she was ready to slash a few hell hounds for her so she could survive.

 

Figured I should go down there and help her solidify her win, portaling my way to the ring after I shaped my fingers to summon a phase through. A narrow growing portal opened up in front of me. I stepped through, reappearing right behind Ganee, and snatching my arm around her neck.

 

I caught her off guard, nearly knocking the breath right out of her. She grabbed my strong arm around her throat, trying to pry my hold off of her.

 

“I could pop your head clean off, but I’d rather you watch your sister getting devoured by my hell beasts,” I whispered over her shoulder, then reached my fingers against her eyelids, propping them up.

 

“STOP THIS! PLEASE STOP!”

 

“No… Ganee. After all, I’m just a cowardly mistake of a mother fucker. I rather not get my hands dirty.”

 

She begged and begged, but her wailing fell on deaf ears. We stood and watched as my beasts chased Mille halfway down the ring on a limp. It was a sad sight really, but my audience loved it. Bit by bit, those large mutt teeth sank into her flesh, and tore her apart. They were having a buffet in her gut, chords of her intestines wedging between their hungry mouths. Their snouts were wet with blood and chunks of flesh, and when Mille’s screaming finally died down, Ganee’s did too.

 

Finally, she was giving me a fucking headache…

 

“Heh, down to the bone! What selfish mutts! Must have gotten that from me,” I taunted. “Now, you’re the winner of my match, aren’t you? The least I could do is give you something special for your troubles. How about we pay my dear sister a visit, shall we?”

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