CHAPTER 346: • BLACK SCORPUS DEN

"RUN! RUN! FUCKING RUN!" The captains of the cruise ship belted out. Their shouting couldn’t be less loud. "Back to the ship. BACK!" They hurled to passengers, who frankly did not need to be told twice. Those...things back there didn’t play.

The men and women were literally crawling up the ship’s fat hull—and each other as the ladders were brim-full with reaching souls.

Men didn’t give a fuck about woman or child going first. Pussies—the lot of them. "You outta your mind? You think I give a shit you’re a woman? Out of my way, bitch!" In their defense the spiders back there looked like they hadn’t eaten since the Ice Age, when Nephilims filled these lands. And their bellies looked like it could hold at least three full human bodies in the greasy, hairy pouch.

Meanwhile, Eotigan had scorched the first four monster spiders to steaming pulps with lava bursts from his hands.

He engaged his mouth and eyes too, pouring out [Helfyre] from his bright golden iris and throat, setting fire to the hideous insects by the dozen. He knew if they got on that ship it was game over. He kept Inaia and Kambili behind him, as he blazed as living inferno. He did not let them fight. He could not.

The past haunted him.

And he sure as shit wasn’t about to let giant, crying spiders eat his women.

So he shielded Inaia and Kambili, and burnt as many of the hairy, eight-legged fuckers as he could with streaming fire. But it was a den. A swarm. A horde of these cunts.

He needed a stratagem.

So with his pupils leaking molten magma—literally, he gazed to Inaia.

"SYSTEM! ENGAGE DARK ARTS! Descent of the Devil! Hell-ocaust!"

[DING!]

[Summoning S-rank Sorrow. . .]

[DIVINE ABYSSAL SUPREMACY ORDER]

[Host selects Sigil of Vulcan]

[Darkest Arts equipped – Descent of the Devil – Hell-ocaust – The Radiant Death]

[POISON: The Blood Lightning.]

[DEITY: Moloch.]

Eotigan felt the surge of infernal mana hit his veins, the upthrust of potent [aether] in his [Arcane Rune] near to his heart, and the blotting of total mortal light from the island.

The crystalline sun dimmed. Falling droplets of cold froze. The icy ambiance turned gray, hazy, and white noise seemed to seep into every living thing. It all went black and white. The gothic, horror-verse he conjured. Animated skeleton shadows danced around him; his sinister army of damnation. The cruisers rushing on the boat peered about with dilated, uncertain afraid eyes at this new noir world. Eotigan smiled demonically to the spiders creeping fast towards him. In the darkish blur, he saw their bloodthirsty crimson eyes clearly.

"Witness my sorrow, stupid creatures. Eat shit!"

Out of the icy heaven broke a scarlet stroke of lightning. Like a Goliath broadsword it shattered the chill and broke the glacier plates of the island, sweeping in deathly might for the creatures hurtling fast to devour. Once it hit the whips of electricity violently shredded the gigantic spiders, shocking and consuming them in [Kaos] fire at the same time.

The blood lightning rained upon the den in fury, annihilating the chittering monsters in a red blur of crackling energy.

BLITZ! BLITZ! BLITZ!

The lightning licked up the vile, black viscous blood spewing out the torn fuckers. The thunders shook the great ship ashore. Its quaking almost started an avalanche.

All the blood lightning left in its wake was a coppery gash on the glacier bed and air that smelled a terrible burning odor.

In mass the spiders retreated.

"Yeah? Run away, you greasy [critch] cunts!" People shouted afar on the boats. They had begun to cheer. Eotigan knew it was dumb to cheer. It’d only make the scorned arachnids more mad.

Every den had a Mother—he had learned this the hard way along the fiery rivers of Hel, where he had once confronted a pool of angry basilisks. Just as every hive had its queen. He knew until the Mother was incinerated, the spiders would keep on coming. They were only biding their time, waiting in that smelly darkness, for the wrath of his slashing lightning to dissipate. As foul and hairy as these motherfuckers were, they were intelligent.

BLITZ! BLITZ!

The blood lightning was roaming to and fro, keeping the worst of the den at bay.

Eotigan calculated he had at most ten swift seconds before his conjuring was broken. He finally turned behind to the ladies. He started to say something but Kambili moved back in fright, out of reach. "Your eyes? It’s leaking bloody fire." The fair damsel pointed. "I’m sorry, darling but they aren’t going out anytime soon, yeah?" He blinked. His eyes were like chunks of gold melting in a forge pit. Kambili could feel the heat—no pun intended.

Inaia, whom didn’t run away from her [Host], touched the other girl’s shoulder gently.

"You’ll get used to it, gyal. Ya’d better." She offered a kind smile.

Eotigan broke into the moment. "Alrighty then. What’s stats on these leggy bastards?"

His totally flaming iris leveled on Inaia.

[Ding!]

[System fetching information...]

The moment of one heartbeat passed when Inaia said, aloud, so Kambili could hear too, "these are Vore spiders. Mutations of original insects grotesquely changed by centuries of dark magic leaking into the ocean. The excess [Kaos] energy collects here, underground—"

"The cove." Kambili whispered.

"Yes. The cove," Inaia went on, "my geo-kinesis reads hundreds of the creatures, spread over miles of underground crevices and hatches on the entire island. There are egg silos also, in breeding piles." She paused and Kambili went like, "shit. These fuckers fertile as fuck too. I thought the dark magic woulda got their penises or whatever. No?" Inaia chuckled. Eotigan didn’t laugh. His brain was wheels-up. Still with the luminous eyes he commanded Inaia in a Duke’s baritone—and nearly did she forget they were currently on an Iceland paraded by great, man-eating insects. He said, "Display their prowess."

Inaia tapped twice at the space in front of her. A silver screen popped up in the air.

[MONSTER CLASS – Minor [D Rank] | PATRON SAINT: Scorpio | SEAL: Black Scorpus]

Kambili gushed at her easy dexterity with her powers; she did not yet fully grasp the extent nor might of her new master and his sex-on-a-bitch Subserviená. But she was already a goner for their auras.

Phenomenal. Pure god-level shit!

I mean this hot Sergeant just shot fire out his eyes to protect them. A provider. And a protector. She for sure knew why Inaia was wet every other minute for him.

"...they’re quite strong for D-rank monsters," Eotigan was saying. "I am at odds with the gods of the Nether-realms or else I’d have just called on Hecate to call off these ugly den. I guess we’ll just have to kill the Mother then." His infernal gaze lit victoriously. He was murder-happy.

Behind them the cruisers were yelling on the ship, waving their arms profusely for Eotigan and the girls to come over. He looked between Kambili and Inaia, and his flaming eyes dimmed a hot degree. "They can wait. Who knows if these cunts can fly?" Then he told them, "I want you both to head on there to the ship now. I’ll find the den Mother and be with you in a jiffy." Eotigan was already turning away to face the horde—the hairy bastards already gearing for a fresh attack in the spooky well’s mouth—when Inaia’s honey voice hit him: "I’m sorry, that’s a no, papí."

He turned back. "What?"

"No, Lord [host]," she repeated, "I am not leaving you here to go gladiator on a cave of malicious insects, alone. This is the sum-total of my job description. I am your SYSTEM. Your Subserviená Infernum. Let me do my job, my king. These mutant arthropods are D-rank but super-strong as you noticed because this is your [2nd Intra-volution]. Their D-rank would easily match a B-rank on any other realm in this plane. Please, Lord [host], let me do what I’m bonded to you for."

Eotigan sighed. "Why do you have to always bust my balls about this kind of shit? I don’t like my women fighting!"

"We are not Cora and Naamah!" Inaia screamed.

Eotigan went utterly still. Kambili took another step back; she wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

"I’m sorry, Lord [host]." Inaia instantly went down to her knees on the silvery terrain. She didn’t lift her head.

Eotigan brimmed as a furnace. How dare she mention his Corazón and Aya Naamah, his very first owned harem? He looked down upon Inaia with a glowing blaze for a stare. He couldn’t even hit her—not that he wanted to. She was too damn fine! He’d get her fat ass for this later, he pacified himself. "We can help, that’s all I mean, m’lord." Inaia’s sugar voice helped some more in her situation to not receive a guaranteed faceslap. "SHE ...can help." Inaia pointed back to Kambili.

Growling low, Eotigan grabbed the braids of Inaia’s orange dreadlocks and pulled her back up. Her soft eyes came up to his chest.

"What do you have in mind, Subserviená?" He licked his bottom lip on the last word. It was evident the white demi-goddess was going to give him a ’proper’ apology later.

Inaia looked straight to Kambili. "We have to bond her with the Red Fox Devil, Suratanï."

"Red Fox what now?!" Kambili looked between her tall lover and his white bitch. "I’m sure I didn’t hear y’all say you wanna put no devil inside me! Me not gwan agree. Hear me!"

Eotigan moved closer to capture all of her glaring upon himself. He smiled at her. She was a fierce one—reminded him of a girl with deep charcoal hair too. Eotigan took her cheeks in his palms. "Suratanï is not just any devil, my beautiful redbone. She is an S-ranked Totem. The Idol of reincarnation and nirvana—and famously known for her secret love for chomping on big, ugly bugs." He nodded behind, matter-of-factly. "My colored darling, will you bond Suratanï, the Red Lingering Nine-tailed Fox!"

"WE DON’T HAVE MUCH TIME!" Inaia said beside them. The Blood Lightning had phased out and hundreds of gargantuan spiders were pouring out the Weeping Well’s creepy hole. Inaia became the song of a ticking clock.

"—ok. Okay. Yes." Kambili voiced in a hush, mostly because at the moment Eotigan was frying her brain with his proximity and she wanted to remove the image of his particularly juicy, girthy member from her deviant skull. Now that she’d seen—and tasted—it, she just about needed a barrel of freezing water to splash her sensible again. A demon possession will do just fine, she mused.

"I’ll keep them busy." Eotigan had turned and was striding chivalrous for the crying host of huge spiders. "Do it, Inaia." His bass carried on the icy wind. "Bond her."