Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

"Miss Tamara is here, young master." a female voice called for my attention. I looked at the woman and her unblemished form had now turned crimson.

From head to toe she bathed with the blood of her victims. And her eyes shone brightly even in the emptiness of what she truly felt. There was a hint of disgust. A shade of loathing.

Not at me. But at herself. My poor Noemi. This is only the beginning.

A few thousand slaughters and you will be a fine blade in my hand. These thoughts ran in my mind before i replied,

"So it is over? Hmmm. That took long enough than what i originally expected." i sighed. It was time to end this bore.

I got out of my unmolested carriage and witnessed the masterpiece of my pawns once more.

No structures were left standing and only the broken bodies of the lifeless graced the field in staggering numbers.

"Who are you? What have my family ever done to you? We don't… deserve this." this hoarse voice woke me up from my revelry.

And when i followed the source of the sound, my eyes were blessed by the picture of a fallen woman. Though her clothes were still pristine and unsullied but her soul laid in a shattered mess.

Even her mind kept rejecting the reality of what happened today. Dream on, bitch!

Behind the woman was my able puppet, Nicholas. Of course he could not have done this alone.

With how pitiful his strength was compared to the Patriarch of the Ceres Family, he wouldn't have even lasted ten breaths against that old dead.

So i might have cheated and boosted Nicholas' strength a bit to tilt the odds to my favor. I shook my head and lamented at my pitiful pieces. I need to find stronger slaves soon.

If not, then how could i live the life of a king when i have to spend my precious time going at all places in this world? I concluded with this in mind before examining the beautiful loot before me.

"Do you really not remember me, Tamara?" i asked. But the woman was so lost in the horrible nightmare conjured by her broken psyche. So I spoke again,

"Look at me..." the felled woman followed my will and when our eyes met, a touch of recognition ensued.

"Neon." a word, a name. And that was all it took for me to laugh a little.

"The curse was a wicked move. Don't you think so?" i started but she was still frozen as if mesmerized by my elegance. And then i continued,

"You did not only want me to die in the end. But you also wished to see me suffer before death takes me. A creative device worthy of praise indeed." i mocked at my foe.

Though the foolish boy was indeed to blame but i had to have cause for revenge. I was a righteous man after all. The epitome of righteousness in fact.

"What do you want? You've already won. Slaughtered my family. Even the entire people of my clan and its branches." Tamara queried with tears abundantly falling from her eyes.

"Don't forget about the innocent civilians." i added in dark humor.

"What do you want?" my captive asked again. But this time she had no strength in it anymore. Like a lost soul with no meaning to its existence. The fate of the defeated.

"I have more exciting things prepared for you, my treacherous Tamara." i smiled and looked forward to my homecoming. Not alone anymore but with a fiancée in tow.

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"Is that it? You did all this just to use me?" my fiancée, Tamara, asked in sorrow.

There was no anger left in her voice but what i could feel from her was only a deep sense of resignation. Since the game was as good as lost, the woman had chosen to give up instead.

No more family. Friends. Loved ones. And even a home to call her own. Nobody would stay complete amidst the onslaught of today's tragedy.

Especially not her, my Tamara, the sole survivor of the plague that i have wrought upon her House.

"You think too highly of yourself, woman. If you had not saved your purity until this day, then you would have joined the dead back to the earth's embrace." i put the bitch to her place.

Who did she think she was? Even goddesses and deities had prostrated for days and nights naked before my Palace of Women just for me to take a pick at their cherries.

"Then you can take my cold body instead!" the cunt tried a last ditch struggle but it was to no avail. I just shook my head in pity at my captive fiancée.

Her body glowed until it gave off a blinding light that shrouded the immediate vicinity. But amidst everything, all i did was count the numbers off in my mind.

1

2

3

4

5

6

Before i said to Tamara in all seriousness,

"You shouldn't do that. You're scaring the crows."

"Ah, Ah, ho..." and the cry feast began once more. Seeing that even the freedom to take her own life was not allowed, my soon to be fuck toy could only lament at her fate with these pitiful sobs.

"Time to go home." i muttered and went back to the comforts of my carriage. After a breath, a bloody woman joined my side. And the next was of course the crying Tamara.

Two women who had different luck for today. One silent. Another was in mourning. A good company all in all.

I concluded with these thoughts before i chided my War Horses to take me away from this Land of the dead. This had been a fruitful journey and i fully intend to taste the delights of my conquest later on.

All i needed to now was wait and so i leaned back to let time waste on its leisure.

"What have you done, Neon?!" i might have dozed off but these were the first words that i heard when i came up to.