Jinmu smiles. “True, but I am not trying to kill you. The DokkAlfar want you alive. If not, I might not have agreed to their price.”
My eyes flicker to the wall and back. I have no worries Jinmu will be able to attack me unawares. I can feel every move of both his katana and armor in my heart and soul.
“It would be more merciful to kill me than turn me over to them.”
Jinmu uses English. “If you are alive, you will one day escape. If anyone can endure and escape, it will be you. I am sorry for this.”
“Greatest of Gods, bring Judgment upon this human Named Mark McGuinness.”
There is no sound I can hear. There is no Power I can feel. Still, I am hit from all directions at once, with enough force to make me think I am being hit by supersonic freight trains. The agony suddenly flaring through my entire body causes my muscles to spasm, making me stumble.
Jinmu's fists, elbows, and feet begin to hammer into me. Strike after strike, each blow hits a vital or vulnerable area: my balls, the nerve clusters at the back of the jaw, my armpits, my throat. He controls his power enough to not do significant damage, but I still cannot fight back. It takes almost a minute, but he finally beats me to the ground. Taking a sigil engraved black collar out of his dimensional belt, the one I took from the frog for him, Jinmu clasps it on my neck. The sigils flare brightly for a moment, before going dull again.
I no longer have any awareness of my ki or mana.
“Having to call on the Great God's aid to subdue on non-Transcendent human. I do not know if I should praise him or scorn you.” Kra'cha'len's voice is mockery incarnate.
Jinmu turns to him. “I do not care which you do. Brand is without doubt the single greatest warrior the Earth has produced, since the Kensai. Just give me what was promised.”
Kra'cha'len smirks and backhandedly gestures to a DokkAlfar beside him. “Raider-Captain take this Priest to the the Tren'fon Array.”
The Raider-Captain steps forward. There is a trace of fear visible in his eyes. “Honorable Priest please board my ship. I will make the journey as swift as possible.”
Jinmu boards the stone longboat, with Delilah and Trantor at his heels.
Kra'cha'len watches the longboat streak away to the north. When the longboat disappears behind the mountain, he turns to look at me.
“You were given the chance to willingly serve the Great God. You should not have turned down such a generous offer. With your potential, you would have risen to a high position among the trash. The Great God might have even Transcended you. Now, you will be nothing but a gladiatorial slave and die in an arena for our amusement.”
I force myself to stand. “What the fuck is so important about me? Why did you go to such lengths to get me?”
Kra'cha'len laughs so hard his alabaster skin turns nearly scarlet. “You mean nothing to us. We could not care less about you. You turned us down, so we would have slaughtered you, like the animal you are, the next time we encountered you.
“Jinmu is the one we care about. His strength as a Medium is nearly unprecedented. He will rise high in the service of the Great God. You were nothing but a means to break him. One by one, we will force him to betray everything he cares about, until he has nothing but the Great God left.”
A female DokkAlfar is standing next to Kra'cha'len. Her snowy white skin is tattooed in the patterns of an Umbral Sorcerer, but she is dressed like a bondage queen. Her boots reach to mid thigh and are strapped to a leather garter belt. Her leather, bikini style panties have no crotch, and I can see the glint of metal from her cunt, every time she moves. Her leather bra just cups the undersides of her small tits, leaving her pierced nipple sticking out. Her ears have lines of piercings, and a needle is piercing her nose. Her long silver hair, that reaches to the backs of her knees, is gathered into a pony tail at the top of her head.
“Mighty Priest-Wizard, did you bring me here, that I might take him for my stable?”
Kra'cha'len looks at the bondage queen. “Yes, Elan'fer'sha. He is yours. Use him, until he is nothing but raw meat, and fight him, until he dies.”
“Thank you, Lord.”
Elan'fer'sha struts down the ramp from the wall and up to me. Her stiletto heeled boots let her look down at me. She stares into my eyes for a few moments, before grabbing my collar. After licking my cheek, her whispering breath tickles my ear.
“I am going to enjoy you human. So much hate. So much anger. So much Power. I am going to bleed you dry, while you earn me a fortune in the arenas.”
End of Path of Transcendence
Book 1
Ultimatum of the Nameless God
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