The Assault: The New Dead World; Bestiaria

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In the absolute deepest, darkest, most bottommost pits of the Veritas, way in the depths of the Zero World, was where the Tensei kept their collected Dead Worlds. Though they had many conquests of many minor Dead Worlds that they either ravaged or came across, only one of them was considered a Majora of the Dead Worlds -- The Lost World; their first conquest. The Lost World was a permanent testament to the actual destructive might of the Tensei and being on their bad side.

It was just so unfortunate that yet another realm had insisted upon doing so.

This new Dead World -- which was named 'Bestiaria' -- was a place where many envoys of the Veritas had visited, and been mistreated, excluded, neglected, rejected, abused, teased, harassed, and all other manner of cyber-bullying. Though there were some kind and loving, peaceful souls there, many of them were malevolent and ugly; disgusting and putrid in their cores.

Nyake, the Living Shadow of Taomin, had placed a curse on that realm as Aeris Tiamat, and Tzita created a Master Lock over it to prevent escape. The realm was sealed, but this did not satisfy the heart of Nyake, which was filled with malice...

But, she would use this malice she had to give power to the Veritas, knowing that instead of lashing out now, feeding the Veritas would end up with a greater reward with greater retribution. She was a succubus, but she was not Queen Succubus for no reason -- paramount pleasures trump all, after all. Especially in a world of guilty pleasures.

"Fuck With That, Little Critters," Nyake said. "Sorry, Felorin, But... These Little Pissants Cannot Be On This Same Earth As Me Acting That Way." That was the sentiment of her heart, black as it was.

All that to say, the storyline with Nyake (Aeris Tiamat), Tzita, and Taomin branches off here, and their part of The Assault is aimed directly here at this Dead World; Bestiaria.

What was blistering under Nyake's boots were not just flames, but searing alignments that were grafting themselves into the ground, it seemed. But the flames burned deeper than that... The greater her malice grew, the deeper these flames became, as did their intensity. They didn't at all grow or seem like they were getting larger, but they burned downward, bleeding into the realm, and sealing themselves in permanence when the seal was complete. Just then, the fires flickered, and the realm itself seemed as if it had ignited with the fire. Yet, all looked the same; seemed the same. For, it was on the -outer- layer of the dimensional structure that was on fire, burning from the outside in, as they were sitting there, twiddling their thumbs, finding new ways to try to be as small-minded as possible. So, the purgatorial black hellfire started smoldering away at the outer extremities of the extradimensional space containing their world, burning deeper and deeper into their reality until they'd become that dog, sitting in a burning house, saying to himself 'This Is Fine'.

As it must have been clear that Nyake already had this in mind from the getgo, she continued with her hellish ritual, then touched the skull pendant hanging from her neck. Snatching it from her neck, she hurled it in their midst, letting it absorb the energy being broken down from their burning world, which made the fires burn faster, thus giving it more energy. Therefore, the black flames would consume the skull, and it grew to titanic sizes, black fire creating a physiological form for it. Only the upper torso was able to be seen, and the flames were bound to the seal, fixing it to that place. Yet, when the flames burned more and more deeply with the seething, scathing, smoldering, scorching -malicious- hatred, the skeletal hellish titan grew stronger and larger that much more swiftly -- and the realm that it was burning away grew smaller, which was how it grew larger. Nyake would float up to the top of the skull and stand there, tapping her foot, glaring with contempt for them.

With free reign to do as she pleased, knowing she both couldn't and wouldn't be stopped, Nyake would literally give not a single fuck about any and everything. She was going to do what she did best and fuck shit up without remorse, as the hugest, permanent, scorching fuck you. And she intended to make it linger forever. So, whilst her hellfire skeletal titan continued growing from deteriorating and devouring the realm, it would eventually start to consume the life of the beings that were still there, siphoning from them like an undead parasite. Queen Succubus Nyake would, in effect, kick a leg up over the other, a burning throne blazing underneath her in a hot and quick flare, for her plump tush to rest. Enthroned over them, sneering with both discontent and the utmost contempt for them, she crossed her arms and let this demonic being ravage them, right before their eyes, with no sign of stopping.

Nyake would lackadaisically kick her leg up over the one that was crossed lightly, seeming unscathed by anything going on. She could see their lips moving, but she couldn't hear anything but the burning destruction she was creating and enjoying, absorbing their energy through her loyal minion underneath her.

What was probably unaware to the condemned beings was that the -burning hatred- or -whatever- burning feelings inside of them that they felt that -made them act out like that- were the -actual catalysts- for the fires of hell that would -personally- burn each and every one of them -forever-. They might not have -always- flared up, but like herpes, they'd be there forever, and flare up at the -worst- possible times, and -damage- them -and- their friends -and- their lives -and- anything else they put their hand to, -and- trigger others who were condemned, causing a -conflagration- of their -own- hellish atrocities toward each other, thus, effectively, igniting the pits of Hell and starting them on their horrendous decline further, burning themselves into deeper and deeper holes, losing more and more of themselves, their lives, and all things attributed to their lives the entire ride down. =AND= to =MAKE SURE THEY CONTINUED=, they'd be tempted with all sorts of -petty- pleasures and -instant- gratification so they would -decide- of =freewill= not to change. And Nyake would watch over them the entire process. Out of -pure- malicious spite, with a grudge that would never leave. Also known as an -Eternal Damnation-.

And yes, Nyake did relish in -watching- them destroy themselves. Though she didn't -seem- pleasured this time, as her maliciousness was overcoming that natural pleasure she usually felt when doing this, she was -still- draining them dry. As a Queen Succubus would. And, knowing she was -way- above =all= of them, she would =finally= start acting like the Queen Succubus she was, and treat them like the lowly peasants they were -- first of all, by ignoring -literally anything and everything- that was not her =completely= destroying them with =no= other focus in mind. Nothing was going to stop her now -- she just wanted to consume them now. They weren't worth anything anymore -- they did that to themselves when she -tried- to give them worth to her, and they =decided= with =freewill= to be worthless garbage people meant for the furnace. So... Here we are, with Nyake watching them burn to death under her own fires of hatred.

Since it seemed clear just how this was going to go, and there was no changing Nyake's mind, which was damned into place eternally against them, because she hated them with such searing passion, she would begin to taunt them after that, summoning some 'Talenti Gelato Layers; Salted Caramel Truffle' to eat cutely, her feral eyes cutting down to them from on high as she pleasured herself in every way, by herself, on top of them, much better than -any- and -all- of them could both to each other and to her, any day, anytime, forever. But she wasn't wasn't laughing. Instead, it looked like she was trying -very- hard to -restrain- something else with all of this pleasure, and couldn't even speak. All she wanted to do was lord herself over them with the highest forms of vanity and contempt to vainglorious levels, radiating a malicious burning light that could burn to cinders every soul that was even -lightly- grazed. And torture them by continuously doing this with no signs of stopping, obviously getting the Gelato in order to make a whole night of it. Like, obviously.

Without diverting her eyes from them, which were locked like a sadistic predator that had the sights long ago, but refused to take it, for the sake of instilling the worst kinds of fear imaginable, which were those of -absolute- powerlessness, every -inclination- to act yet being incapable, and all the -mindfucking knowledge- of those facts without saying any words, Nyake would continue to glare and eat her gelato. Yet, as she was making a night of this -- as she did every so now and then with other victims of pissing her off for damn near no reason at all, like she was going to excessively abuse them -- she would also summon some Flaming Hot Cheetos, which symbolized each of their burning souls. She even lit them of fire, to get that sizzling taste with all the savory flavors of hell and sin mixed in -- lovely for a Queen Succubus to -eat-. That's what made them -delicious- for her -- empowering her to be -able- to do -all- of this -using- the -ugliness- of their -sins- in their -souls- to -perpetually- grant her -more and more- power as the -sins- destroyed them, and were -TRIGGERED- by her -HELLFIRE-, making the -SINS- destroy them -- not the flames surrounding them, which only -activated- what was -deep- inside of them meant to -destroy them completely all by themselves with no help from anything or anyone outside of it-. Just like their world.

Lapping the spoon cutely, she would still look down on them, possibly more than before, because she was starting to be pleasured enough by this to actually enjoy it, despite still feeling all the malicious -- perhaps even more so now that she was enjoying it, which stimulated her as fuel just the same as her malice did. So, whether she was happy or angry, she was still drawing power. But, since she WAS feeling more pleased, she would play a song that would describe her elation as she watched everything burn around her.

Finally, Nyake was smiling, because of how much pleasure she was -finally- getting, now that she'd gotten started, and was well-enough into it, after being coaxed by her wrath, which was... Usually how people got her to do things like destroy everything they were and that they loved. But, what was more, she was burning their very essences into the black fires of the skeletal titan that was breaking down everything. That would -burn- them into the -memory- of the entity, so that -in the future- when they -thought- it was over, they'd -rue- the day they saw -Nyake- and -she- remembered, because their -essences- were burned into hell and -preserved- for -later punishments- in life. -All- for her pleasure -- which, she would do publicly, in front of everyone, including backstory, which she had documentation and representation of. And, ya know, she actually looked forward to that! Because... Well... There was a long line of other entities on that list. Quite honestly. In pretty much nearly the -exact- same situation, and, if she wasn't busy immediately with these ones here, she'd -actually- be going to -finish- demolishing something from her history that was -very- valuable to the ones who crossed her, little bits at a time, in front of their eyes. And after she was done, she contemplated if she was going to tell them, or wait until one day when they -discovered- something and -found her-. Whichever floated her boat, she supposed. So many options to punish and damn people. So very versatile and fun a thing to do... Quite seriously honestly. She even... Started to play with herself a little, at the thought.

As Nyake had decided to milk this for all this was worth, she actually, in her pleasurable stimuli, began to milk herself a bit... That is, fingering herself until some cream came out; not actually milking her plush breasts. With the sweet sensations of gelato creme on her tongue, and her fingers plunged deep in her demonic pussy, she would lift a leg up to the arm of her throne, casually masturbating to the damnation of her enemies, as well as her own power, in all and completely whole pure unbridled vanity. Vaingloriously, even. It was -quite- clear she gave -less- than zero fucks, and couldn't care less what happened here -- all she had was hate and pleasure in her that she wanted to project outwardly indefinitely, eternally, perpetually, as long as she so deemed fit, and plan out in the future for the future the next time she would do that, no matter the circumstances nor the amount of time it would take to complete the task. Such was an 'Eternal Damnation'. The very thought of it made her wetter, casually gushing out a squirting splash, a slight smirk on her face; eyes lurid.

The very many thoughts of punishment floating around in her mind were sooner or later somewhat canceled out by the sounds of her own moaning, which would further cause her thoughts to race for worse and worse punishments; those that would make her that much more lasciviously horny. How she could completely beat down the little peons that were all scattered about her feet, knowing for definite that they could and would not challenge her. Her eyes lulled with a flutter of lids, and more juices seeped from her slit, along with one of her fingers, which would sprawl about with the other fingers on her thigh, as only her index remained inside of her, playing with her walls gently, as well as the juices coming from her sex. Splashing in her little mess with a hardy spank, her cum spattered over her inner thighs, and she cackled maniacally -- maliciously... Crazily.

In her dripping pleasure, Nyake licked her fingers, as if tasting some kind of succulent meal -- which, of course, -she- was -- and would slip her tail inside of herself now to fuck herself thoroughly and continuously. Blind to her own pleasures, her fluttering eyes would glow with a brightness that showed complete lack of consciousness now, and only displayed something savagely primal. The smile on her face was now wild and feral, and she began to salivate some, tongue hanging out as she plowed herself. Her abs tightened, and she clenched the arm of her burning throne. She didn't seem to care what else was going on around her, because it was so very elative for her. Superlative, even.

Nyake's skeletal titan, which was set to deal with matters regarding the people beneath Queen Succubus Nyake herself, would immediately evaporate all of the beer that was within the bottle of the one who opened it, and draining it into itself, just like it would do any and every other resource, leaving nothing left -- slash and burn.

By now, her gelato was just as creamy as she was, and she was no longer careful about holding it. Some of the melted gelato would spill onto her tense tummy, spilling through her toned bod, and sliding all the way down to her nether regions, which were also then mixed with her own juices, making a delightful sorbet. With a quick snap of her fingers, the sorbet was made flambe, like her hot body and juicy pussy, and the now more feral-seeming Nyake would lift her leg up to give herself the flexibility to bend her body down to the spot where her cum and the cream pooled, licking up the flaming blend with an elongated demonic tongue. She had lightly eased up on ravaging herself only to do just that, but soon enough would gush with a rather pleasurable splash into her own face, making more of her own pleasure to taste from her fucking up this piece of shit place.

At this point, Nyake was more wild animal than demon, and she let her melting gelato spill all over her body now, almost like blood... Or cum. She was sad that her cream melted, but there was no sadness on her face -- in fact, there was a latent, insane looking, crazed stimulation, shown by a trembling grin, baring all of her fangs. She snickered and giggled, eyes still aglow, squinting every now and then, possibly even fluttered or batting once or twice with pleasure, especially as she more deeply penetrated herself, with a powerful, resounding, sharp moan when she did so very suddenly. At that point, she wasted all of her melty, creamy goodness, and was now instead in need of another frosty treat to go with her hotness. So, with a snap of the fingers, a popsicle -- blood red, symbolizing the blood of her enemies -- would appear before her, frozen, waiting to be tasted and enjoyed as a gelid treat. Nyake's hotness and coldness were both satiated then by the long, stiff, sweet, bloodred popsicle sliding into her mouth, her body rising with a few flaps of her wings, and falling back onto the throne no longer in a contorted position, but in a very wild recline -- basically sprawled out over it sideways, her head leaning toward the foot of it, like she was going to sit upside down, but was stuck in between positions. The red dripping of the popsicle slid down the side of her cheek, dripping to the floor as Nyake made very loud, sensual sucking and slurping sounds. And, wouldn't you know -- the popsicle was made of the blood of her enemies, and thus tasted like their lifeblood.

The very moment Nyake was done with her popsicle, she would snap back into her own consciousness from her feral nature, almost as though nothing happened, still dripping wet and creamy in every way. She rose to her feet, standing on the arms of her throne at the top of the head of her skeletal hell-titan, which was still growing larger and stronger, whilst draining the realm around it like a parasite -- all to Nyake's further pleasure. Yet, she was bored here, and no matter how much pleasure she got from this, since she was now bored, and actually had -other- things to do (so to speak), those matters were going to be dealt with by her as she left the Hell Titan to continue doing as it would in her stead, ravaging and razing everything. The larger it got, the larger and more intricate the demonic seal underneath it became, forming greater outer layers, and more securely fusing it with the realm that would soon be wholly its fodder. Yet another outer ring, with much greater detailed runes and alignments and sigils on it, would begin forming, signifying that the Undead Hellfire Titan was going to get larger once more, even after Nyake left to go deal with the -other- people who were -on her list- of people to -punish- for crossing her. Because she was -very- serious about there being a line... A line of people who all acted the same, tried it, failed, and became... Well. Just the same as the newest specimens and playthings for her. All of them were -exactly- the same -- which was probably why this was so fucking easy. And -boring-.

As it is clear that neither of them seems to know what is going on, nor will honor it, it can be inferred that what they say and do is not at all of any actuality to the situation in the slightest, and they don't know where to look, how to act, how to react, or anything of the like. So, this means that what they say and do will never be acknowledged, because they're just going to say 'that didn't happen' like this is 2006 Furcadia -- which, yes, it likely still is, and never wasn't for the entirety of the duration of the last 50 years. Nyake's skele-titan does what it does, and as their reality is being broken down, things -no longer have to make any canonical sense-, and everything is a delusion instilled by Nyake's fires, which is why they can react like that, and why Nyake gives no fuck, and her skele-titan continues to burn away at everything whilst grafting itself further into the realm. No matter what happens, they won't honor -Nyake- nor -Nyake's power-, but will, -when convenient-, try to -stop- Nyake and -pay attention only when it's upsetting to them-, and pretend like -they did absolutely nothing wrong- like -every last person always does-. Thus -- Nyake is ignoring them, what they doesn't matter, never will, and they live in a delusional, burning, collapsing reality that they will refuse is falling apart -- you know, like America and Americans do. Just because you won't acknowledge it doesn't mean it's not happening. Thus, it... Continues to happen. And essentially, uh, using their =EXACT SAME LOGIC= -- Whatever Nyake doesn't want to happen didn't happen, won't ever happen, isn't happening, and she will deny it happened because it's -her- thing she did. Pretty sure that's... The gist of how their logic works?

As for Nyake, she wakes up and sees the reality is destabilizing to a degree where no one has to honor anything -- she'd finally burnt away -ALL- their -TINY- fragments of honor, so. The reality is -NO LONGER STABLE- and -NO ONE HAS TO HONOR ANYTHING!!!!- Because Nyake already tore that shit up. And she laughed at them for even trying some elementary Furcadia things on someone who was -definitely around for those days- and was -born in those times of Furcadia- when -everyone just said that their newest latest ability was the one that suddenly Godmodded whomever- just because they -refused- to acknowledge and -knew- they were shitty. Cuz. You know. It's funny as hell.

Not to mention, considering that they -APPEARED BEFORE HER- to -IGNORE HER- was -LITERALLY THE ABSOLUTE MOST FUCKING DUMBEST FUCKING SHIT- anyone could have ever done. Not even because it was -blatantly- annoying, but because it was -literally- redundant. It had -absolutely zero effect-, made -wholly no sense-, and was -fully dishonorable-, and therefore -was not honored-, and in fact, was -ignored- by Nyake. So basically, whatever dumb shit they just tried -didn't happen-, and Nyake ignored it, and them, and their tiny little egos trying so very hard.

To reiterate -- BECAUSE they ignored -EVERYTHING- that led up to this, =THAT IS EXACTLY WHY IT IS THE WAY IT IS=. Because =CLEARLY IGNORING A BURNING RAGING FIRE= does not put it out, like -everyone on Furcadia- seems to believe that's how you deal with -actual- problems. Trying to -NOT- ignore it now to -PRETEND- to ignore it whilst -OBVIOUSLY NOT- will... Literally do nothing, honestly, except make the ones -trying- so hard to ignore something -so blatantly- that they -walk up to it- to -ignore it happening- when -it's also ignoring them- is the most fucking stupid thing andddddd no one's gonna pay attention to that dumbass shit. They might as well just go back to fucking ignoring it -completely-, like they'd done -THE WHOLE ENTIRETY OF THE TIME BEFORE THE FIRE GOT OUT OF CONTROL-, fucking idiots.

Considering no one did anything and the last post was pure exposition, it didn't actually get registered, and is chalked up to collapsing-reality-fantasy-delusion, which is what has been happening to them this entire time, making them think everything is okay when it's not. It is amazing why they aren't ignoring it now, for whatever reason, but it doesn't matter -- because it's ignoring them as their world burns away. But just to be fucking fair, the skull-hell-titan would sit there and... Ignore them. And that's the whole post -- it -DIDN'T- stop anything it was doing, -NO ONE STOPPED IT-, -EVERYONE IGNORED IT-, and -IT IGNORED THEM- and -CONTINUED WHAT THE FUCK IT WAS DOING BEFORE SOMEONE-... Uh... -IGNORED- it was doing it? Fucking idiots.

Just to reiterate how fucking -absolutely useless- ignoring shit is, and how it -literally means you did nothing but deny it's happening without doing anything about it-, another ignorance post! Wow, how ignorant. Look how ignorant. Even Nyake's thingy can be ignorant like them. So very ignorant. It's almost like... Nothing happened! Not very effective.

For clarification: it is -still- ignoring you to -still- destroy everything you love.

To dumb it down for you: you're being ignored.

In layman's terms... 'Ignore Button'.

And to make SURE it's clear: Meta-Godmod-Ignorance-Mode. Ignore -literally anything and everything- like a 2006 Furcadian only to say 'That didn't happen, but only what I did happened, because -I- said so, no matter -how much sense- you make, I can just say -didn't. happen.- And that's what happened.

And because their reality is so -fucking unstable- because they -ignored- it to death, some commercials on TV started playing about 'Ignoranceman', he who ignores things at the speed of light. Whenever something doesn't go someone's way... IGNORANCEMAN COMES TO IGNORE THE FUCK OUT OF IT. What a guy. What a fucking... Super useful, super intelligent, super -not bitch- power.

Nyake -ALMOST- wanted to know what any of them would do, but, like the same thing they did every night... Try to ignore the world... She knew, with 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000% certainty that the next post and rest of the posts would be -actively trying to show her- how much they could ignore her and whatever she was doing as if it -really- made a difference -- from the beginning, she was -PREPARED- for them to do that, which was -WHY- she set up everything the way she did so they -LITERALLY EITHER HAD TO DO SOMETHING- or -WOULD DO NOTHING- and let it continue to happen.

Nyake also has some not time-wasting things to do, so, she's gonna get back to them, because unlike -some- people, she -doesn't- have time to pick at the tiniest, smallest, littlest of particles in the universe to hyperfixate on to try to make someone... Realize how insignificant they are to a degree where they -have- to collect specks of dust and -obsessively- become emotional over because it like... What... Tickled their noses the wrong way, and sent them into a full-on breakdown that they have to tell their mothers, friends, family, all of Furcadia, write a book about it, the Beekins, the Guardians of the Universe, and anything that'll listen to the sad tale of how a speck of dust -abused- them to a point where they had to -definitely- take -all- that effort against it. Really.