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It was, to put it simply, a surrealist picture of a scene splattered with all the colors possible.
The floating land was filled with abandoned buildings that did not even have a light of life, demolished country towns, poisonous swamps and volcanoes, glaciers, and other bizarre objects. The sky, filled with the colors of endless chaos, was covered with thick thunderclouds.
This is the Dark Realm.
A dystopia without even a fragment of light, ruled by a embodiment of chaos and darkness.
In the center of it all is a palace where the tyrant reigns.
Suddenly, there was the sound of life dissipating. A biological power suit filled with blue light was crushing one puppet in a boring manner. Her visor section emitted a violet hue.
The puppet - without shedding a drop of blood - just slumped down and disappeared in purple particles.
"Hey, you don't look happy, do you?"
A voice echoes from behind her. It was the voice of the tyrant who reigns in this world, and at the same time, the voice of her owner who is pulling the chain that connects to the loop around her neck.
A dark purple and red-colored, jet-black monastic-like garment of blasphemous design with black and purple roses decorated on the chest, a dark-skinned young man with sky-blue eyes that were mysterious, with short, deep purple hair with red tips and a unique long fringe that hid his right eye with his bangs.
He wears a monastic-like garment, which, in spite of its shape, reveals his toned abdomen and muscular arms. On his back were wings reminiscent of purple thorn-shaped tentacles. The thorn-like tips of its thorns were colored reddish purple.
His name is Dharkon.
He is the tyrant who reigns over this Dark Realm, the leader of the army of darkness - the incarnation of the god of origin, who controls chaos and darkness.
"Yes, Lord Dharkon... I'm sorry."
"I know how you feel, but don't kill the puppet on your own... it's very hard to create them."
Her jet-black power suit dissolved, revealing her true face. It was a woman with hair that reached her chest the color of the night sky, and a neutral form with skin that had lost her life. Her golden eyes were now colored purple, symbolizing chaos and darkness, and the whites of her eyes were likewise darkened to jet black.
On her forehead she wore a crown in the shape of Dharkon's tentacles, and she wore a gothic-style costume that exposed the lower part of her ample breasts and her muscular thighs, rather than a jet-black inner garment.
This costume was specially made for her by Dharkon, who had it tailored for his with the power of the god.
She knelt down to Dharkon with a clear, young voice, as if she were a little girl. In contrast, Dharkon's voice did not convey anger due to the destruction of the puppet without his permission, but contained dismay due to her actions.
"Dark Samus."
Dharkon's voice calls out the woman's name.
Dark Samus. It was the name of the demon who once scattered the seeds of corruption in the world and disappeared into the blue light, wishing vengeance on only one person.
At the same time, she was once a spirit who was rescued by the incarnation of destruction and favored by her.
"Come to my chambers now. And by the way, you don't have any right of refusal."
"Yes, sir."
"I'll make a new one to replace the one you killed. Yeah, and I'm going to make a duplicate of her, too, It will feel good to have both of you."
"Yes, sir."
Dark Samus obediently follows Dharkon as he walks away.
From now on, she will be subjected to pleasuring by the Dharkon. There is no veto. She has no right of refusal, for now Dark Samus is Dharkon's obedient servant and slave. In her original state, she would have forced her way through even if she had to kill Dharkon. That is impossible. Because - now Dark Samus is brainwashed and trained by the power of Dharkon.
She was especially liked by Dharkon, and became his obedient servant and a leading executive of the Army of Darkness, the "Maiden of Darkness". The only thing she can do at the moment - with her body - is to serve the Lord. And to crush the enemies that clique up to the Lord - just as she did to the puppet earlier, by brutal means.
In Dharkon's private chambers, there was already a visitor.
A muscular woman with light rose-colored, waist-length hair and breasts more ample than Dark Samus' was lying blindfolded and without a stitch of clothing on her body. On her head is a crown of thorns that, like Dark Samus', resembles the tentacles of the Dharkon. She is constantly exhaling hot breath and moaning.
Apparently, Dharkon was in the middle of "fun". What told this more than anything else was the woman lying on the floor, covered in a muddy white fluid.
"Hey, wake up, God of Destruction."
"Wha...!?"
Dharkon's hand slaps the woman's buttocks. The woman's body shakes. The next moment, the woman's blindfold is ripped off by Dharkon's hand. Her crimson eyes, like Dark Samus', are now filled with the colors of chaos and darkness.
Her name is Crazy Hand. She was the incarnation of the destructive desire that was the left of the two hands that created the replicated world of Gloria and the master of Dark Samus, but that is not important right now. She was also one of Dharkon's favorite, "Maiden of Darkness".
"Dark Samus, take off your clothes. --We're going to continue the fun."
Dharkon instructed Dark Samus, who was standing by his side, and rubbed and squeezed Crazy's ample breasts. Crazy seemed to be unconscious from Dharkon's "fun" and only moaned lustily at his fondling...
...The pleasure was so great that it was hard to tell how much time had even passed. When she came to, Dark Samus was sleeping with Crazy, clad in nothing. And there was a smiling witch by her side.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well, you two?"
"Oh... Bayonetta... Good morning."
Bayonetta - a woman with short black hair, black-rimmed glasses, and, like Dark Samus and the others, a crown in the shape of a Dharkon's tentacle - cast a meaningful smile at Dark Samus and Crazy, who had finally awakened.
She once slaughtered an angels of paradiso to search for her own memories, slaughtered a god of the paradiso at the end of remembering everything, and even slaughtered infarnal demons to save the soul of her best friend who was dragged into the inferno - a witch who, after a long battle, defeated the god of chaos with her young father.
Her eyes, which used to hold a gray hue, are still filled with chaos and darkness. Her clothing was not a black bodysuit made up of her own hair at all times, but a costume made by Dharkon that exposed her upper chest, thighs, and back.
"Come on, Crazy, get up."
"Mmm..."
"Or do I want you to rub those titties for you like Lord Dharkon does all the time?"
"Ugh... okay, okay, I'll get up."
Bayonetta's hand shook Crazy's body. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Crazy woke up her naked body.
"Dharkon has sent me an order. There are some people in the east who don't like the reign of Lord Dharkon, and He want we to go and crush their rebellion."
"Okay, well, I'm going to take a shower."
"Well, after you've had your fun with Lord Dharkon."
"Me, too, then."
Bayonetta had come to inform the two of them of the sortie command. Before setting out, Crazy and Dark Samus decided to take a shower. Fortunately, this room is equipped with a shower room. - The shower room was equipped with a shower stall, and the room was filled with muffled moaning sounds. Hearing this, Bayonetta smiled with a sigh and said, "As usual".
"That - and so it goes."
The three, ready to go, were on their way to the floating continent to the east, a land adorned with golden cogs.
Crazy is dressed in a gothic costume, with the tips of her breasts hidden by a belt-like object and her legs exposed. - This costume is the equivalent of the uniform of a Maiden of Darkness.
"What kind of mission would require us to go out on our own?"
Currently, only the three Maiden of Darkness are on their way to their destination. No fighters or puppets of the Army of Darkness were in sight. Crazy was nodding her head about that.
"Perhaps, Lord Dharkon appointed us to make his power known."
Dark Samus mutters her own thoughts in a whisper. The Maiden of Darkness are the closest to Dharkon.
There was also the possibility that Dharkon himself would go out, but that would be a waste if he was defeated by the "Fighters of Lifelight".
The three were well aware that their master, Dharkon, would not be so easily defeated, but they still had to take precautions.
"You're looking good today, Dark Samus."
"I am honored by your praise."
Dark Samus smiled proudly at the sound of Bayonetta's voice. The wind suddenly blew in front of them, filled with a deadly atmosphere. Several puppets inhabited by Spirit were showing hostility toward the Maiden of Darkness.
Seeing this, Dark Samus deploys her exoskeleton and Crazy and Bayonetta ready their respective weapons.
"Sorry, but there will be no wake-up call for you."
"Shame on you, traitors... you will sleep at our hands."
And so the Maiden of Darkness subdued the traitors with cruelty. The victory was as easy as crushing a fragile thing. The spiritless puppets disappeared into purple particles. - The spirit can do nothing without the body it possesses. Soon they would be subjected to a firm brainwashing by the Dharkon and the attachment of new puppet bodies.
And so the three of them returned to the Palace of Darkness.
"I knew you girls would get it done, you know."
"Ah. The enemy was not a formidable one."
"Still, I'm grateful that you beat up my enemies, though, hey?"
Hearing the report, Dharkon gives a seductive smile. He sighs against Dark Samus, and approaches her - close enough to feel his breath - and lifts the corners of his mouth.
"You've done well, girls...then I have a reward for you."
The Dharkon smiled with pleasure at the good news and licked lusciously at his tongue.
The "reward" given to the Maiden of Darkness was irreplaceably luscious.
They pretended not to notice the uncomfortable feeling deep in their hearts.