Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!-Chapter 625: An Unwanted Visitor

The board had been set, and the gods were moving their pieces. One pawn at a time, they'd played thus far, and now came the turn for the knights and the bishops to make their move. But the game wasn't being played for a checkmate, instead, it was a stalemate that they were after. Keeping the goddess busy inside while the others assaulted her kingdom was their plan, and although they'd succeeded for the most part, they couldn't keep holding on until she could allow Markus' spell to successfully act on another god's chosen.

"This is the last thing I needed today…" It happened so quickly that it took Athenia a moment to realize what was even going on. The gods had premeditated the attack, and to ensure that she couldn't do anything while it happened, they sent in a distraction in the form of two of the otherworlders. Not being gods, they were free to come and go as long as they had help from someone from the heavenly order. "In what world did they think this would work?"

Staring at the intruders, one a blonde man and the other a brunette woman, Athenia pondered what punishment she should bestow on them–but before she could conjure even a thought, a clone of hers stepped forward. Watching it closely, she knew what it was planning and yet felt a stranger to its thoughts.

"The girl's afraid of spiders and the boy we can cripple and infect with parasites that slowly eat him alive," grabbing the charmer of a face, the clone made the muzzled man look into her eyes. "I'll sprout cacti inside your intestines, have your balls hammered each day till the end of time, and if that's not enough, make you talk, then maybe just maybe I should show what true agony feels like…"

Smirking to herself, the clone playfully slapped the man's face. Looking over to the woman instead, she gestured for her magic-bound body to move in front of them. As soon as she was parallel to the man, the clone chuckled to herself and asked the duo.

"Brother and sister, I wonder which one of you I can break first, hmm?" Clasping her hand, the clone of mockery jumped in her heels. But her excitement brought great distress to the duo. Their hands jittered in their binds, and their bodies flailed about in an attempt to get themselves loose and escape. Indifferent to their struggles, the clone leaned her head between the two and asked in a mocking whisper. "The first person to talk will get the honor to be the tormentor and not the victim of eternal torture."

Shocked by her words, the siblings looked at each other. A great deal of desperation was reflected in their gaze, and yet neither was sold on the idea even when the muzzle disappeared. Free to speak, they did not–as the treatment of the other souls from Gaia under the council gods told them everything they needed to know about what was going to happen to them both.

'They won't ever come to save us, but we will find some way to get out of this place! If we speak, she's probably gonna kill us later anyway.' The sister said to the brother through their mental link, and despite not being as optimistic, the man nodded in agreement. Even that light moment between the siblings, however, was broken as the clone moved her smirking face between the two. Her hands clasped, and the same devious look on her face, she clapped once more and glanced between the two.

"There's no escape, not even in your own thoughts." Blood drained from their faces as they were confronted with the reality of their situation. When not even their minds were a sacred place, then what hope did they have to escape? "None, you will never escape. And if you two don't decide quickly enough, I'll have you both be tortured for as long as time stretches."

Like a clown with a painted crescent smile, the clone chuckled to herself. Her voice was as giddy as a hyena, and her expression as stiff as a marionette.

"Ten...nine…ahaha~" As the counting started with no warning, the siblings looked at each other again. Neither wanted to be the first to talk, and their desperation to be free rattled as much as their chains. "Eight…you do know it's better to be the one crushing someone's balls or sticking a burning rod in their pussy, than to have any of that happen to you, right? Hmm? Or maybe you're a bunch of masochists after all, getting a hard on for the torment you'll experience in my prison, are you?"

Breaking just a little from the tension, the sister decided to ask through quivering lips.

"Wh-what will you do to us?" And perhaps that question was her greatest mistake.

"Everything you can imagine and even more of what you cannot, there's no limit to which I won't stoop, you'll talk one way or the other…" Turning to the girl with the same smile on her face, the clone looked deep into her eyes and showed her a reflection of what eternity could feel like. No sense of time, no urgency to go anywhere, and worst of all, in her case, no end to the torture, not even a break.

As her cries would be at their loudest, she would be shown greater agony, and what was once the loudest would become the least of her screams. Her skin would rot, and it would bloom with fertility, a cycle of undeath, a cycle of dying as well as living. Shattered knees, broken joints, leeches, skin and spider hollowed eyes, a mere taste of the torture waiting for her, but the reflection branded her mind with much-much more–so much so that her mind ran out of space to hold those memories.

Thus, pissing her panties, she looked at her brother quivering. His lips parted to say something, but before words could form in his mouth, his sister spoke up.

"I-I'll crush his balls with a hammer, just don't torture me!!" And so it began, the torment–starting with the betrayal of a sister towards her own brother. The sight put a smile on Athenia's face, but with so much going on in the kingdom, she couldn't stick around to watch her clone bleed the girl out of every detail.

'Maybe another time when we get our next prisoner.' Or so she thought, confident that this wouldn't be the last time the gods sent intruders to her prison or the kingdom. But the time to worry about such things would come later; instead, what she needed to focus on was rebuilding the morale of the broken soldiers and the citizens.