Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Note: There are sensitive topics in this chapter, so please be ready for them so there's no strange suprise.

Batimos, a gorger who feasts on power, sits in his seat in the heavens surrounded by grease, muck, and naked women. Fatter than a pig with skin so rancid it could burn the throats of undead, he devoured filth, corpses, and faith of his enslaved congregants. Not a moment passed when he wasn't sitting on his cloudy floor, with the women of every race; piked on his many genitals. Like dead fish they flopped about, their very existence agony as the moment their god pierced through their cervix, their bodies would begin to melt from the inside out.

Some unfortunate angels-the most radiant and beautiful of them, fell victim to the same fate while the hideous ones were sent out to do their lord's bidding. From kidnapping mortals from the human world to making sure his people remained in line, such were their immoral orders and yet blindly they followed.

The god of rot was far from merciful and having realized that long ago, the once self-righteous angels had turned to such hideous monsters even the primordial devils would blush at their sight of. But what option did they have? They could either follow or join the ranks of the dead being either devoured by his rancid mouth or raped by him in the worst of ways.

In whispers, the angels questioned sometimes. Why was he even in the council? Why haven't the other gods gotten rid of him? The answer was simple, but being blind servants they could never reach such a simple conclusion. Batimos did the bidding of the council, every depraved act that they wished for he carried out in utter secrecy. Keeping his lips shut, he never revealed which god made him take action, and thus he had the backing of those who didn't want their names muddied.

But now, all of a sudden–after many of his servants and lesser gods had been killed by Elenaria's army, Batimos was fuming in anger for he hadn't heard a single person from the council reaching out to help him. He was tasked with taking out Athenia's partner, yet his powers were far inferior to that of the goddess that reigned over progress and absurdity. Through many miracles, she'd survived again and again, and not a single hair on her head had yet fallen victim to his assaults.

"AND NOW THIS!!!" Screaming an acidic gale through those diseased lips, he burned the women servicing him as well as the many angels who'd been awaiting his orders. Burning alive with the acid of his mouth, the mortals screamed in agony with their last breaths while the angels cursed their fate for they would be soon revived in the forever fountain of the heavens. "HOW DID THESE RATS, THESE SCUM KILL MY CHOSEN QUEEN?! KILL THEM YOU IDIOTS KILL THEMM!"

Screaming down from the heavens at his chosen heroes, he called out to them to do his bidding, all the while his angels were being slaughtered by Raven and his party through miraculous means. Having taken the fairy form, Raven tore through the horde with ease, and the rest of his party was finishing them up just as quickly.

Slashing their throats, pinning their wings to the wall with arrows and flying swords, even cursing them with runes on their bodies to make them explode like pimples, the true heroes were far too efficient in taking down the angels–for none of them were more powerful than a moderately strong horror.

"AND WHERE'S THAT DAMNED KEEPER!" Batimos yelled once more and a rotten tooth flicked out of his mouth before tumbling down his toad-like belly.

The corpse of the keeper had been picked up by the angels but before they could bring it to their lord, Erika and Regalia had seen them doing the deed. Thus fighting them was their only option so that the news of their actions might die in secrecy. But to the dismay of Batimos, it appeared his angels had underestimated the heroes just a little.

Their fight against Aran alone should've been enough of a warning, but having ignored them all this time, Batimos knew nothing about anyone but those he had already struck deals with. He assumed everyone was his lesser and he was the righteous owner of faith, people, and property. In the truest sense, he was a pig never butchered and always feasting on filth.

Watching his servants being demolished by the heroes, it was as if he was forced to watch his lover being taken by another man. His rule would be over without that queen, and these idiots were still trying to fight someone they had no hope of defeating.

"GET THERE QUICK YOU MORONS!!" Screaming yet again in his chosen's ears, he urged them to get out of their bed and make way for the castle that very instant. Scared out of their dreams by that scream, Felix, Astra and Hilma all gathered outside the inn, all the while, Jenna still stayed lying on the bed beside Monty–laughing through her insanity.

"Where is she?!" Standing out on the streets where everyone was lying face-first against the ground, Felix was beyond shocked about what was happening. Not only was Jenna missing from her room, but the people of the city were slowly waking up from the nightmare that was their hellish faith in Batimos.

Without a keeper, the bracelets had no hold on the citizens. Hilma realized in an instant what that meant, but without confirming the queen's death with her own eyes, she didn't want to voice such an absurd thing.

"We should head for the castle already!" She urged, but Astra was far too anxious to move even an inch.

"B-but what's going on?! Sh-shouldn't we try to figure that out first?!" Unable to read the room, she was the most lost of the bunch. Dumb as any average demi-human, she was freaking out on the spot while holding her pee from having just woken up from that terrifying scream from their god.

"JUST GO TO THE CASTLE AND KILL THOSE FALSE HEROES YOU FILTHY MORALS!" But the moment they heard Batimos' voice again, it scared them shitless before forcing the trio to take action and head straight for the queen.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!' Being the overseer of the group, Hilma knew that they were heading into the den of the beast. Especially since their god himself was freaking out as if his life depended on whatever it was that they were supposed to be doing. Unbeknownst to them, his life–or rather his influence and faith, truly did depend on their weak shoulders.

The body of that keeper, without its influence on mortal land, Batimos was as good as dead, for the nun in white wouldn't grant him another blessing. Smiling at the whole ordeal, she was watching from beyond dimensions as the prospect of his death was far more interesting to her than the little he'd achieved under her blessing. Read exclusive content at empire

'Another disappointment…' She thought, even though she was having fun simply watching his downfall.