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He meant to walk to the double doors... but after a few paces he was jogging... then running, barreling through them and smashing the two oak doors open to the cries of a female in ecstasy... before staring ahead at a throne where Cherry seemed to be rather preoccupied at the moment... with two more gargantuan males. The reptile made a bit of a face, somehow unsurprised to meet her this way... but at the same time he was smiling, and he felt tears rising to his eyes before the two huge males slowly pulled themselves free and stepped quickly to the side, picking up fallen spears as they tried unsuccessfully to tuck their erections away into their plain rawhide tunics.

Zerrex looked around the room as he walked slowly forwards, taking in the wide, spacious, but cubical and plain structure, unadorned with anything except for a pair of plain braziers on either side of the throne that sat in the middle of the room... and the pair of guards armed with bamboo spears, the traditional weapon of Hez'Ranna's elite. Then his eyes settled on the figure in the gold and crimson throne, and he felt his knees weaken before he half-fell to a crouch, emerald eyes widening as he set his eyes on Cherry... who was smiling faintly at him before she spoke in a voice that was more powerful and more alluring than before... but at the same time, more lost in her own strange world of seduction and war. "I thought you loved me for something other than my body?"

"I... I just can't... believe what they've done to it." Zerrex whispered in return, looking at her silently as he felt a tear roll down his cheek... and then Cherry stood and walked slowly towards him, as he forced himself to his feet... for the first time in his life looking up into her eyes as he staggered forwards. It was undoubtedly Cherry - those ice-blue, grinning eyes hadn't changed, or the features of her face... but everything else had.

She was at least nine feet tall... thin and lithe instead of muscular... and her scales had been turned crimson over her body, fading to a pink on the inside of her form and over a pair of breasts more enormous than Cherubim's had been... a cherry pink, as if her body had been designed to mock her name. She had no claws, and when she smiled, he could see her teeth were smaller, blunted instead of sharp, as if to take away all her natural weapons... and worst of all, even though she wore a strange, single piece of silk clothing that wrapped around her like cloth bandages over her breasts - or at least, enough to cover the nipples - around her neck, and sliding back into place - albeit wetted - around her crotch... the single long, thick rectangle of cloth that hung from her neck and cascaded down her body, past her knees... couldn't hide the way it twisted and folded at her stomach, like there was some grisly hole there.

Zerrex stared dumbly at this, and Cherry caught his look, then she smiled a bit, seeming to soften as she slowly pushed the cloth aside, showing Zerrex a bizarre wound he never wanted to see, causing him almost to fall over again: a long, gaping gash in her stomach from waist to just under her breasts. Horribly, the comparison that came to mind with her sexualized body was that it was almost like a vagina... and then she grasped one of his wrists with surprising strength, brought his hand forwards as she stepped close to him, murmuring softly: "Go ahead, touch it... it doesn't hurt at all anymore... you can even put your hand inside." She smiled down at him, and the lovingness, the complacence in that expression - nothing like the old go-to-hell Cherry - was horrible.

He felt his knees weaken... and then she easily caught him and hefted him up as his hand brushed against her gutted stomach, and she laughed softly, looking into his eyes warmly and teasing gently: "Lord Zerrex, have you lost your courage over the years? One cut in me and you're looking scared out of your wits." She paused, gently stroking his hair back, before tracing slowly over the burns on his face and leaning closer, whispering quietly. "But how they've scarred your pretty body... I can't stand seeing that. You're the one who should be insulted... after all, my job is just to fuck all day. I get all the cock I can handle and more."

She laughed warmly, and then half-carried him over to her throne, sitting him in her lap... and at a quiet jangling the reptile heard, he glanced up to finally note the steel collar around her neck, with an ID number chiseled into it. A heavy chain dangled from one side of it, over the throne and around to the back... and Zerrex suddenly understood the reason this room wasn't locked, but was so empty. It really was a cell... and Cherry was just as much a prisoner as he had been, or perhaps even more with her 'duties.' It disgusted him... and then he blinked as he brushed his forehead with a gentle kiss.

"You remind me of many of my children." she said softly, and he looked up at her with shock: there had been words he'd never expected to hear, before she continued as she curled his body against hers a bit more tightly. "The ones who I meet with again, after they've become soldiers, are just so shocked... they don't expect me of all people to be their mother, you know." she nodded informatively, then paused and quietly traced kisses down his muzzle and smiled into his eyes as he looked up into hers with welling despair. "But then we usually get down to business pretty fast... I do more than a hundred matings a day now, you know. Patriarch Narrius keeps me busy-busy-busy.

"Oh, show Lord Zerrex the egg batches, he's always so curious about how things work, you know!" Cherry said quickly, waving at one of the nearby guards, and he nodded before reaching into a sidepack attached to his belt and pulling out what looked like a plain, small sphere. He handed it over to the female, and Cherry snatched it before holding it up to Zerrex, saying proudly: "See this? It contains up to ten of my children! What they do is... here, I'll show you." She paused, then straightened a bit and grunted softly as she brought the baseball-sized, bluish sphere down and pushed it into her body, through the gaping cut in her stomach. Zerrex twitched back automatically, and she looked at him almost reproachfully. "Now, now, Lord Zerrex, it's a beautiful thing, it really is. It took my sister many tries to... oh... my sister, how is she?"

Cherry tilted her head curiously, and Zerrex winced... and that was enough to cause her to look downcast. "I get it... you and her had a nasty fight and she was killed, yes? I warned her you were the most superior male in existence... far more than the Patriarch." She paused, then seemed to fight with herself before whispering: "And that's why we always called you the Boss."

Then, as suddenly as it had come, the moment she seemed to be returning to herself was gone, and instead she said cheerfully: "So then the males fuck me in the other hole you've always loved on me, and they inseminate the sphere, and then it's removed, just like..." she grunted and reached into herself, before pulling the sphere - now coated in a bit of blood and some other unidentifiable juices - free from her body. "This! And then the scientists cart it off to their lab in the genetics facility, and they split the eggs up and put them into special capsules, and they grow some more children of mine." She smiled again, then idly tossed the sphere into one of the braziers, and it dissolved rapidly after hitting the flaming oil as she added: "They usually give the soldiers injections or pills or something to make them extra-productive you know. And then they have them all line up naked, excited and ready... and they take me one at a time while one of the scientists watches and makes notes, and some other guy in a biohazard suit extracts the thing out of me once it's done.

"But I know you love how things work, and that's exactly that!" she smiled and kissed Zerrex almost shyly on the cheek, adding: "And of course some days they just let the soldiers off-duty have sex with me or the harlots down the hall, just to let off steam... but I hold the record for most males ever in a gangbang." She nodded firmly, as if extremely proud of this fact, then paused, apparently waiting for the Drakkaren to say something.

"That sounds like you." the reptile said finally... and Cherry clapped almost gleefully, looking happy before tilting her head curiously as Zerrex slowly climbed out of her lap, slumped and feeling despondent... this was Cherry... but it was not. He hadn't expected her to be broken so thoroughly... and then he paused and looked up as the ghost of Cynterra flickered into existence. She was crying quietly, hugging herself, looking horrified... and Zerrex closed his eyes and turned away from the flickering image and back to the female he'd known so well in the past, kneeling in front of her and gently taking her hands as he looked up into her eyes, feeling tears roll down his cheeks himself as he whispered: "I'm sorry I ever brought you here, that I ever got you into this mess, Cherry..."

"Don't be like that, Boss..." Cherry whispered back immediately, swallowing herself... and then she clenched her eyes shut and trembled violently, before meeting his eyes and saying in a meek, terrified... but still defiant voice: "Fuck... you?"

It was almost a question... but Zerrex smiled faintly all the same, straightening and wiping at his eyes as he gently touched her cheek, hating how she almost twitched back... but then their eyes met, and he said quietly: "I knew they could never break you entirely... that there'll always be some part of you alive in there. And I am going to rescue you, get you out of here... you're... important to me. No matter what form you come in."

"I can't leave." Cherry said softly, looking down for a moment as she gently touched Zerrex's chest... then she glanced back up at him and smiled faintly. "Not alive. I'm... I'm only good for sex."

"Oh come on..." Zerrex said quietly, nudging her gently. "Now you, don't be like that." Then he stopped... and gently took the chain whip from his side, holding it out to her... and she quietly took it, looking down at it with a frown, as if it was something she'd long forgotten but tried many times to remember, like a lost passage of a story in time. "Don't you remember this? How you kicked my ass that one day, back when we met after... so long being apart?"

Cherry seemed to be struggling internally, and then she meekly shook her head, twitching back as if expecting to be hit... and Zerrex sighed softly, stroking her face gently and then tilting her muzzle upwards as he looked into her eyes, murmuring quietly: "Well, in any case, I brought you something else, too." Then he leaned down and quietly kissed her lips, and she froze before kissing him gently back... and then her eyes widened.

There was a flash of gold, laughing children, sounds of rough sex and violence, but grinning amusement all the same... a murmured apology... and tears. Tears like rain, dropping from the air and hitting the ground, rippling through the floor, distorting time... before the kiss broke and the two drew apart, Cherry looking up at Zerrex with shock and Zerrex looking back quietly, his body trembling and heart racing. Those tears were rolling down her cheeks now... before she suddenly smiled and whispered: "Thank you. And now I know what to do."

Zerrex tilted his head... but before he could ask, she quietly reached up and pulled on a simple string that held her strange garment tied together, and then pulled it easily off and threw it to the side with the chain whip, as she looked up at him pleadingly, spreading her legs and whispering: "Can you fuck me, Master Zerrex? And... maybe... say those... you know..."

"I love you, Cherry." Zerrex replied quietly, as he smiled faintly and reached down to undo his pants: he knew how idiotic this was, sex in enemy territory... but it was nothing they'd never done before. And besides, this place here seemed like a faint whisper of sanctuary, of a safe haven... so instead of worrying about it, he simply did as his instincts told him to, throwing off all his clothing and equipment until he was naked as well and leaning down to kiss her again as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

He slid a hand down over the long tear in her stomach, and she breathed a hot sigh into his muzzle of surprise, bucking her eyes slowly as her eyes fluttered before clenching tight again as she kissed him with renewed vigor, one of her own hands beginning its slow journey down his muscular breast. Then she arched her back against him, moaning softly into his maw as he quietly rubbed at her slick, ready vagina, before the kiss broke as Zerrex slid a finger into her and met her eyes with a slight smile. "I hate getting sloppy seconds with you."

"Bite me." Cherry murmured softly, leaning down to nuzzle into his neck and lick at it slowly as she trailed her fingers down his toned, chiseled abdominals, before moving further to quietly touch his black, thick shaft with what was almost reverence. The two smiled into each other's eyes after a moment, then she gently grasped his flaccid member and stroked it once, laughing quietly. "And even with you smaller than I remembered... you're still just as big down here, it feels like..."

The male Drakkaren twitched a bit, grunting softly as he rubbed their muzzles together slowly, then he smiled slightly and kissed idly down to her cheek as she slowly began to stroke up and down his hardening cock. He murred lightly, thrusting gently into her grip as he slid another digit forwards and into the female's passage, his other hand sliding up to squeeze a firm, massive breast slowly, unable to even fondle the entire great swell with one of his large hands. Then their lips met again and they kissed hungrily once more, tongues slowly dancing together as the male slid another digit forwards into her vagina, pushing deep into her as the kiss broke and he slowly licked down her muzzle.

She moaned softly as he slid his fingers in and out of her slowly, feeling her juices trickling slowly from her hot, tight passage, feeling the folds of her sex squeezing and massaging against his digits as the reptile's shaft thickened and hardened to its full length of thirty-two inches; the original size of the lizard's large, black cock. She murred hungrily as she continued to stroke the firm, powerful penis, leaning in close against his muscular body, rubbing herself against his strong form and at the same time arching her back as he pushed back against her, lowering his head to rest against her enormous bosom.

He kissed and lapped slowly at her swells, grinding his huge, dark-fleshed member forwards into her hand as he continued to move his fingers in and out of her vagina, feeling her hand easily moving up and down his massive, hard flesh. Both of them moved together, one of Cherry's hands sliding up along his back before combing into his white locks, squeezing into his hair as the Drakkaren lowered his head against one large swell, lapping slowly around her nipple before gently suckling at a nipple... and then rearing back in surprise as he tasted a strange sweet, warm substance, feeling it dribbling down his chin and realizing a moment later it was breastmilk.

"I'm in state of constant pregnancy... so I'm always lactating. The boys seem to like it..." Cherry said lovingly, stroking the back of his head slowly as she looked down at him with a warm smile. Zerrex gazed back up at her with a slight grin, and she tilted her muzzle down towards him, kissing up his muzzle slowly and lightly pecking at his forehead as she asked seductively: "But what matters is... do you think it's sexy?"

"You know me, I'll try anything at least once." Zerrex said softly in return, then he wiped at his muzzle before grinning a bit wider and then slowly touching her nipple with his tongue, before leaning forwards to settle his mouth once more against her large, firm swell and suckling gently back, his other hand continuing to piston slowly in and out of her. His fingers worked back and forth as he tasted more of her hot milk spilling into his mouth, tasting it, rolling it around his muzzle and swallowing back, loving the warm, pleasant feeling of it as he felt her begin to stroke up and down his hot shaft a bit harder and faster.

Then he pulled slowly back, but before he could draw too far, she brought her hand up from grasping his penis to snag him under the muzzle, pulling him up against her and kissing him hungrily. Their jaws worked hungrily, the female tasting the sweet bounty of her own breasts as tongues danced and he ground himself against her body, before she moaned and rocked her body back against him with a sudden spasm as he felt his huge, thick penis pressing into the permanent cut in her stomach.

A moment later, the kiss broke and Zerrex stepped back as Cherry rested back in her throne, spreading her legs wide and grinning at him as he stood before her with his huge member erect and strong, the female cocking her head as she asked teasingly: "So if I'm Queen... you must be above king, above Patriarch... and is that the scepter you choose to rule with?"

"It's a scepter I'll rule you with, at least." Zerrex replied, grinning and lowering the bulbous, thick head of his bulging black-fleshed member against her sex, before rocking his hips forwards and grinding himself against her vagina, making her groan softly in surprise as she bucked her hips, then almost whimpered as his hands reached down and squeezed her breasts firmly, a bit of her warm milk spilling free over his hands and along her body. Then he slid his hands down from her large, sumptuous bosom to grasp her hips tightly as he ground forwards again, large, thick head of his cock burying forwards into her body as Cherry arched her back and tilted her head upwards with a loud moan of pleasure.

She twitched a bit, her legs bucking... before she shrieked in ecstasy, her hands reaching down to claw into the arms of her throne as the reptile's thick cock slammed forwards, Zerrex's muscular form flexing as he groaned hungrily, claws digging into the female's hips as his grin spread wider, hair falling over his eyes as he growled hungrily, member already submerged almost to the hilt in her before he dragged back and then rocked forwards again, beginning a powerful thrusting in and out of her sex as Cherry rocked her hips firmly back against him, large breasts bouncing as she moaned loudly in pleasure, cradling his waist with her legs as she rocked her head back and forth in ecstasy.

Zerrex thrusted forwards, grunting hungrily, body flexing powerfully as he worked his great length in and out of her passage, watching her breasts bounce, her expression of ecstasy, her body work and writhe... even the twist and roll of her stomach and the cut in her body, the way it seemed almost to blossom outwards with every pound of his huge shaft into her body was so erotic, so damn arousing... and she was moaning his name, one hand reaching up to play through his hair, squeezing into his locks as her blue eyes opened and her mouth fell into a long, hungry gape of pleasure, rocking her hips hard forwards against the male as he grunted and began to piston even harder in and out of her body.

His muscles bulged as he worked in and out of her harder and harder, black penis slamming deep into her body, making her shriek in pleasure, breasts jiggling and bouncing, nipples hard and leaking, splattering a bit of their sweet white milk over the Drakkaren's body with every bounce of her huge bust. The lizard groaned quietly again, his loudening cries mixing with Cherry's shrieks of ecstasy as he slammed into her again and again, feeling her body shifting and moving beneath him.

He felt himself already beginning to harden inside her as he pistoned faster and harder in and out of her body, enormous testicles slapping her anus in a hard tattoo as he grunted hungrily and worked his enormous shaft in and out of her tight sex, his member beginning to stiffen up as she shrieked loudly and rocked her hips hard back against him, feeling her tightening around his girth, her sweet fluids spilling down her passage and over his heavy, powerful length grinding in and out of her sex.

The reptile began to move harder and faster, unable to resist picking up in both speed and power as he grunted hungrily, sweat starting to roll down his scales as he felt his massive shaft slamming in and out of the female's tight vagina, growling hungrily as worked his thick meat in and out of Cherry's body. She bucked back against him over and over, panting hard, squeezing him tight around the waist with her legs as he rammed into her over and over, hilting into her with every hard thrust.

Zerrex began to move faster and harder, feeling his shaft stiffening up inside of Cherry's tight passage, his huge member ripping back and forth as his balls smacked hard against the female's buttocks, squelching into her again and again with loud, fleshy thuds, as his girthy, thick shaft took on the hardness of steel. He rammed it back and forth in and out of the female, over and over and over, arching his back as his toeclaws scraped into the floor, and Cherry's hands squeezed into the arms of her throne, arching her back and releasing a shriek of pleasure as she felt the male release his hot load into her body.

Shot after shot of his thick seed sprayed into her, burst into her body and filled her up as she shrieked in ecstasy, ground herself back against the huge gold and metal chair, bucked and rocked against the powerful male, her juices continuing to flood out and some of the male's own thick seed leaking out with her fluids as the sound of him slamming into her again and again squelched loudly through the air until he finally began to slow, panting hard and leaning forwards into her as her arms slipped around his neck and hugged him against her sumptuous, huge bosom, cradling him against her as his stiff shaft remained buried inside of her, releasing a few last spurts of his hot load into her body as he rested against her, the two reptiles panting quietly before Cherry shuddered a bit as he slowly drew free, then pulled him gently up to sit in her lap.

He rested against her, hearing her heart thud, his head on her bosom, his body flexing as he rested against her before letting out a soft sigh as she murred and stroked through his hair lovingly, the other arm cradling him tight around the waist before he looked up as she looked down, laughing softly and kissing his lips quietly. "You're as wonderful as ever."

"I didn't even make you orgasm this time around, though, I'm afraid." Zerrex laughed softly before lowering his head to kiss away the few drips of milk dribbling from her breasts and making her murr softly as she gently slipped her hand from his waist under his muzzle, tilting his head up to gaze into his eyes lovingly.

"I'm afraid that the scientists removed my ability to orgasm... I just sort of slowly leak." Cherry replied softly, then she gently kissed his forehead before sighing a bit and playing through his hair, as Zerrex looked up at her with a frown. "It tires the body out faster, so... yeah." she paused before quietly pushing him up to his feet and smiling up at him with quiet amusement. "But I guess it's time to suit up and head out, huh?"

"That it is." Zerrex replied with a bit of a smile, and for a few moments he stood, looking at her as she rested back in the throne and letting his erection die down before he strapped his equipment back on and checked himself over thoughtfully, before meeting Cherry's eyes with a smile. She smiled back lovingly, standing up and quietly throwing the loose chain binding her to the stake behind the bed over her shoulder, then looking down at Zerrex softly.

The two looked at each other softly... then Cherry laughed quietly and stepped forwards, stroking a finger gently under his muzzle and saying softly: "Now it's time for us to do the one last thing..... and it'll be a hard thing, I know... but I think it's the only way for me to get out of here with you."

Zerrex felt his heart stop, his gut roll over in his stomach as he swallowed thickly... and Cherry held a hand out, and one of the guards stepped forwards to gently place a ceremonial silver kwaibar into it. Then she stepped towards him and quietly held it out to the male she'd always seen as her Master, the only male to ever truly dominate and control her, and then silently pushed it down into his hand. "I want to join my sister's soul inside you... and gift you with my abilities."

"Cherry... I... I don't want to kill you... to lose you again..." Zerrex whispered, his voice ragged, feeling tears building in his eyes... but the female only smiled and stroked his face gently, pushing a hand into his hair as she used the other to slowly guide the point of the blade down... then she grunted quietly as the thin weapon slid into the wound in her stomach. It trembled there as the Drakkaren looked up at her with agony burning in his emerald eyes, even as she looked down at him with soft adoration and serenity.

"You'll never lose me, Lord and Master Zerrex, father of all my children, love of my life..." Cherry whispered quietly in return, then she laughed faintly. "The only difference will be... that instead of outside... I will always be inside of you."

She grasped his wrist gently... and before he could stop her, she suddenly jerked hard forwards and upwards, arching her back and letting out a grunt, her eyes clenching shut and blood spraying from her mouth, leaking down the blade half-buried through her body as Zerrex's eyes widened in horror... and then she let out a fluttering sigh, her body trembling as she fell forwards against him. He meant to cry out, to give some meaningless prayer or simply yell her name... but her jaws met his on the way down, they kissed... and into his body he felt rush a strange energy, a flurry of darkness and blood as red as rich wine. He felt it, saw it mix with the gold energy, for a moment heard laughter, saw two young girls dancing together, holding each other's hands as they spun, spun, spun... and then Zerrex fell to his knees as Cherry's body went up in a rush of red flames and autumn leaves, leaving him kneeling in the ashes of his beloved as he panted raw breaths in and out, slumped and broken, one trembling hand still holding the shattered handle of a charred, ruined kwaibar and the other reaching out to grab the throne of gold and red as he let out a raw, wounded cry.

The Drakkaren forced his eyes open, even as he let out a sob, felt tears racing down his cheeks... and then he leapt up in surprise as he saw Cherry, the old Cherry with her muscles and cocky grin, standing there beside her younger sister, Sin. The two were leaning on each other, looking at him softly with their blue eyes full of compassion... and then Cherry winked, pointed a finger at him, and cocked her thumb back before she mimed shooting him and then vanished in a flicker of red light, Sin disappearing with her in her own burst of gold.

Zerrex was left staring dumbly at empty space... before he slowly staggered backwards as the two huge guards approached. He stared at them, then they both kneeled before him and murmured quietly: "Praise be to Lord Zerrex, King and Master of the loyal children of Queen Mother Cherry. Ask of us, and we shall serve."

The reptile looked from one to the other quietly... then he bowed his head silently for a few moments before finally looking up and asking quietly, brushing his tears away: "How many... children are loyal to their mother? Will be... loyal to me?"

He wanted to be sad... but now was not the time. And the burning sensation in his chest... the feeling of a hand still caressing his masculine abs and yeah, even rubbing down to his crotch... it helped. The presence of Cherry inside of him... he could feel her. And it made it easier to turn away, to control his emotions for now as the Dragokkaren exchanged looks, then one of the tattooed giants murmured softly: "At least half of our number born of her."

The reptile nodded slowly, wiping at his eyes quietly... then he closed his eyes and touched his head: it throbbed with pain, before he heard Drake shout angrily: Stop moving people in! Your body can't handle anymore, you're going to cause massive deterioration in your own form and energy sickness, poisoning of the very soul that can't be reversed! Even with just half of me in your head, your body is under strain... and even with the energy signatures of the two females you've taken in mixing, and my power of processing energy, you can't expect to be able to hold on to their souls forever... or that it won't have any negative consequences. This is just a crawling, slow way to die... you'll just speed up the process at which your body eventually loses its ability to repair itself...

"Shush." Zerrex murmured to himself, and then there was silence in his head... and the throbbing pain went away. Sure, he felt like... a sac that too much straw had been stuffed into, or maybe a condom on a penis that was just too big - the second metaphor made him smile faintly. But it was true... yet as he stood there, he could feel the energy dispersing through his form, could feel his senses sharpening, his body swelling a bit, his strength returning... and he lowered his head in though before saying quietly to the Dragokkaren: "Then now is the time to call all your brothers and sisters together. Riot in the cities, tell everyone of what's happened... and create a distraction. Cause mayhem, tear down everything you can, and when enemy forces begin to push you from the city, go willingly and find the rebel base, find strongholds, find outposts and prepare to turn the tide of this war, to crush the Patriarch for everything he's done to us." He looked up at the Dragokkaren, and then nodded firmly, meeting Zerrex's eyes with respect and reverence. "For Queen Mother Cherry. For the sisters and brothers of yours, the children... of mine... that he's killed... for the pain he's forced you to endure. And when the war is won, I'll fulfill the Queen's last wishes... and every one of you will be given a real name."

The Dragokkaren saluted crisply... then the doors slammed open behind Zerrex and the reptile snarled, not needing to turn around. He recognized that slapping sound anywhere, even on carpet... and the rude voice that called: "Hey, Cherry, baby, I'm gonna fuck you at full size... hey... who the fuck are-"

Zerrex turned around to face Alone, and the wolf's eyes widened in shock before he grinned callously... but his grey eyes flickered with fear nonetheless, as the cocky lupine drew a revolver from the folds of his loose leather jacket, baggy pants and rumbled dress shirt swaying as he stepped forwards, swaying his hips almost like a model on the catwalk. The two Dragokkaren started forwards, but Zerrex held up a hand before saying coldly: "You have your orders. I'll deal with this scum."

The two nodded, then jogged around the wolf, giving him a wide berth as Alone swaggered forwards, spinning the massive, silvery revolver on one hand and tilting his head towards Zerrex as his grin spread wider, eyes flashing and now more confident. "Oh, you'll deal with me, will you? Fuckin' retard." He laughed, taking aim at Zerrex's kneecap and then firing off a single shot.

Ghost images flashed in front of Zerrex's eyes, something he'd never seen, moments before the wolf pulled the trigger... and he easily slid his leg out of the way, as he realized this is what Cherry must have always seen. As he focused... suddenly every movement of Alone was noted in advance, a grey, translucent shape swaying backwards and snarling in shock... before Alone overlapped it with his own movement. Then that gray shape came back, taking aim again, and a piece of it broke off, a single revolver round aimed at his face... and Zerrex tilted his head to the side a few moments before Alone made the same movement, blasting off another shot that whispered alongside the reptile's muzzle... but buried instead into the metal throne behind him as the wolf shouted in a voice of mixed fear, confusion, and fury: "Stop playing games, stop fucking with my... head..."

Alone broke off as Zerrex's emerald eyes locked with his own periwinkle ones, and his eyes widened before he staggered backwards in surprise, then forced out an angry snarl as he rose the huge gun... but now the barrel was distinctly trembling as Zerrex whispered softly to himself: "Do you think I have room for another soul, Drake?"

Go ahead. Like it matters what I say... A pause, and then the dark nephilim snorted contemptibly. This weakling's soul wouldn't amount to much more than foam off the pond compared to the literal sea of energy from the others, though. Nephilim or not... Alone serves as Ambassador, the puppet and joke of Narrius's army, and they used to talk about him a lot...

"How worthless he was." The voice that came out of Zerrex's mouth was cold, cruel, and deep, not his own at all, as the Drakkaren felt his facial muscles curve into a sadistic grin, almost a sneer: it was neither his expression. Apparently Drake had learned how to manipulate some of his body... but Zerrex allowed it to happen as he walked forwards, Drake speaking from his mouth but the Drakkaren controlling his body as the dark creature continued, to the horror of Alone: "He leads his own unit of video-game rejects, nerds and slaves turned into battle soldiers, a pelt unit that Narrius refuses to put through actual training, since it would be difficult if the lesser species tried to turn on their superiors one day-"

"Shut up, shut up!" Alone shrieked in terror, staggering backwards through the open doors and blasting off two more shots: the first Zerrex easily sidestepped without even breaking his brisk pace, the second went high on its own. "What the fuck are you?"

"-and used their own techniques of battle against them. So he plays Ambassador to the pelt countries with actual resources that Narrius wishes to harness, gathers them up, makes deals... and then exterminates anyone who gets in the way of the plans of the Patriarch. That's what I've heard, anyway." Drake paused, and Zerrex's face twitched, his head jerking to the side before the Drakkaren's sneer turned to a disgusted smile.

"He's a politician, then." Zerrex said softly, then he snorted and easily swayed out of the way of another round from the revolver, now closing in on the trembling lupine, before closing his eyes and bowing his head forwards and to the side slightly, the last bullet from the revolver's chamber roaring through his hair before burying into the frame of the door. The Drakkaren loomed over the wolf shell, his eyes still closed, head partially bowed and hands loose at his sides, Alone's revolver planted firmly against his strong breast.

Then he opened his eyes as Alone looked up at him challengingly, furiously, but his eyes burning with terror... and he said softly: "Go ahead. Pull the trigger. But you've used up all six shots in your gun... and all your fancy tricks won't help you now, nor all the guns stashed on your body."

"Fuck you!" Alone screamed, but only the dry click of the hammer sounded when he did indeed squeeze... and his eyes widened in horror at Zerrex's grin before the reptile's hands lashed out, one seizing his wrist and the other his bicep as he slammed his elbow forwards at the same time, smashing in the wolf's face and causing him to scream, clutching at his broken muzzle with one hand as his nose spurted blood, almost tripping over his own paws as he twisted to the side.

Then his eyes bulged in agony, and he shrieked in pain as Zerrex twisted in opposite directions with all his brute strength, snarling and snapping the wolf's arm like a toy, his bones dislodging from their sockets completely as he tried uselessly to pull free of the reptile's grip. Zerrex easily held him by just the wrist, however, bringing the other hand up to backhand him hard across the face and causing him to spin around to avoid falling over, before his hand slammed down on his other shoulder and the lizard grinned wider, emerald eyes cold as Alone fell to his knees, screaming and scrabbling uselessly at a gun stuck in his belt. "I'll give you a taste of real power, Lone!"

The Drakkaren grunted, then he jerked hard upwards, and the wolf's arm snapped completely, twisting in a way that could only be described as ugly, bone ripping out of his shoulder in broken, spiky clumps as Alone's eyes bulged, his back arched, and he screamed, pulling the trigger of the handgun in his belt uselessly and blasting round into the floor in front of him and tearing gouges down his inner leg. Then the reptile switched his grip to the wolf's upper arm and simply ripped as he shoved the wolf forwards at the same time, tossing the wolf's right arm in one direction... and sending the wolf skidding on his front in another, blood bursting from his severed limb as he shrieked in agony, spasming on the ground before rolling up to his feet, grasping at the broken stump with his other hand and tears of horror leaking down his face, shrieking: "What the fuck is wrong with you? Isn't this the body of your friend?"

"Lone... the Lone you represent... is a monster I should have settled scores with many years ago. Who I killed in the attack on the Mayor's House... who killed Mary." Zerrex replied coldly, then he cracked his knuckles and snorted as Lone drew an automatic pistol from behind him and pointed it with a violently-shaking hand at the reptile. "I have no problem killing Lone. The person... the friend... I knew, who you absorbed, that wasn't Lone. That wasn't a sick, egotistical wolf, but someone who was doing everything they could to change and be better. Who was trying hard, even if yeah, he did screw up every now and then.

"You... I look forwards to butchering." Zerrex's grin stretched across his features again, then he laughed quietly and spread his arms, tilting his head and challenging: "Go ahead, shoot! Shoot, proud wolf! Shoot, puppet of the Patriarch, Narrius's little pelt bitch!"

The wolf backed up a few steps, panting hard, blood leaking from his mouth, pouring from his stump, dribbling down his nose and from one ear... and then he looked over his shoulder as the elevator behind him dinged open, at three Drakkaren dressed in humble tunics. He immediately turned on them, snarling and blasting them down with a quick strafing movement before leaping into the elevator and dropping the gun to mash the control panel, then he threw himself towards the back wall of the elevator in terror as Zerrex stepped forwards, snarling furiously and shouting: "Fine, then run! But I'll catch up to you, you bastard, head start or not!"

Then the doors slammed shut, and Zerrex could hear the elevator beginning to descend before he snorted, then stepped forwards and forced his claws into the cracks between the doors; then his fingertips... and finally he managed to get a grip and tear the doors open completely, causing sparks to fly and metal to squeal as it crumpled inwards at either end. For a moment he paused to look into the empty shaft, at the rapidly descending elevator... and then images of himself, of Cherry, of Sin, of his family and even of the Lone he'd known and worked with came to mind... and he snarled before simply leaping into the shaft on faith.

He fell... and landed heavily on the top with a grunt, denting in the roof of the elevator with the force of his landing. The sound of it wasn't enough to drown out the scream of horror from Alone, however, or the sound of the wolf scrabbling frantically at the elevator doors as it came to a stop a moment later. Zerrex snorted, then smashed open the maintenance hatch in the roof and dropped through, before quickly stepping through the closing doors of the elevator to give chase to Alone, as the wolf made a frantic dash through the building.

The Drakkaren found himself no longer in empty halls, however: Drakkai of all shape and size were charging back and forth, some armed, some nude, some in ceremonial dress and others in military uniforms with military equipment. They were all yelling, heading for exits in every direction, and Alone had a goddamn good head start, crawling as he screamed and forced his way through the shocked reptiles... and Zerrex had to shove his way through these masses after the wolf until he finally reached the main doors. Then, as he smashed through them and back into the night air, Alone screamed: "Level four! Cover fire!"

Zerrex had a brief glimpse of non-reptiles of all shape and size, species and type, before he realized they all also had rifles... and were situated in front of a blockade made of dead Drakkai. He snarled, then tossed himself to the side as they fired off a burst, not even specifically aiming for anything but instead taking out a line of charging Drakkai, as Lone ran through the night streets, shrieking and yelling. The Drakkaren snarled, then ran along the edge of the wall before leaping off the cement platform instead of taking the main stairs, shadowy, translucent images everywhere... and Zerrex wondered how the hell Cherry had stayed sane with all these ghosts constantly in her vision.

They were indeed far more blessing than curse, however... he dodged every bullet aimed at him from the strange soldiers, even made a mental picture of them in his mind as he chased after the unsurprisingly-fast wolf: Lone had always been good at running away, though. And even as he fled, he yelled commands to who the reptile figured were his personal unit, the beings Drake had spoken about: the army of nerds and slaves and general pelt rejects who likely composed only a small part of Narrius's army.

They all wore suits of what looked like blue rubber, with rawhide belts crisscrossing here and there to hold ammunition for their weapons... and they all seemed to be armed with semi-automatic rifles of some kind. Long barrels, huge clips, but what looked like some modification on the stock to nullify recoil. The rubber suits they had covered their entire bodies, included blue boots, long gloves, and hoods that covered the backs of their heads and their ears... and they all had massive goggles on, that covered the entire upper portion of their faces and foreheads. They looked almost like thermal goggles, except somehow bigger, and were strapped firmly to their heads... almost locked, it seemed like. And all of Lone's commands seemed to be 'level' this and 'difficulty' that...

"Where the hell is he going..." Zerrex snarled... before he found himself halted as a group of the soldiers suddenly stepped in front of him, forming a short line of four people. Immediately, Zerrex snagged his own revolver as he threw himself out of the path of the grey bullets, raising his revolver... and everywhere he aimed, his eyes suddenly picked up translucent images of what the bullet would do, what would happen. It was so enthralling that he forgot to fire... and instead landed heavily and awkwardly on his side before wincing and quickly rolling backwards, at the same time snapping off a single shot and taking down one of the soldiers.

"Damn, Lloyd's out of the game!" called one of the soldiers in an almost cheerful voice, then he asked in a sincere voice: "Hey, can we pause for a minute? I need to pee."

"We'll keep playing." said another, and the three looked at each other... giving Zerrex an opening to stand and pound two more revolver rounds out, knocking down the other two. The last soldier cursed a bit under his breath, looking startled, at this, then he turned to yell... before Zerrex ran forwards and simply punched him hard across the face. Pressing as it was to catch up to Alone, and even knowing he was risking allowing the wolf to set up an ambush ahead... the blood trail the wolf was leaving behind was easy to track, and probably meant the lupine would be dead in another minute or so anyway. Plus he needed information, and even though he could hear screaming and yelling all around, explosions and the sounds of a riot starting up as Cherry's children spread the news of their rebellion far and wide, this narrow area between two corners was currently completely clear.

The soldier that Zerrex had just mashed in was... crying loudly however, as the reptile held him, and struggling weakly as he yelled: "You...you're not supposed to really hit in team play! That was really mean!" He continued to flail about, then squeaked and sobbed harder when Zerrex shook him... before squawking and blinking dumbly as Zerrex tore off his goggles, looking at the reptile blankly. "Hey, who are you? You're not from Red or Blue Camp, are you? Are you a different unit?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Zerrex shook him briefly again, making him squeal and then tremble in horror when the Drakkaren asked coldly: "What's your unit? How many of you are there? What are you called?"

"We're... we're the gamers. Lord Alone always calls us the Untrained though, just like the Patriarch. We're the entertainment masters... hey, where are my other team members?" the fox looked back and forth in confusion. "You just tagged them, right?"

Zerrex snorted, then grabbed the vulpine's muzzle and jerked his head down... and the fox looked at the corpses of his fallen friends dumbly for a few moments... then he screamed in horror and clawed at Zerrex, starting to cry again as he struggled weakly, yelling: "No! No! It's not real! The games aren't real!" He began to cry harder... and then suddenly simply fainted, and Zerrex blinked dumbly before dropping the vulpine's unconscious form. He frowned... then looked down at the fallen goggles and slowly picked them up, before putting them over his eyes even as Drake shifted uncomfortably in his head and muttered something about illusions.

The reptile saw thermal images... except they had been modified somehow. It took him a few moments to place exactly how... and then he snorted in disgust, snarling and throwing them down before crushing the goggles under his heel after taking a glance at the bodies. They portrayed a video game reality... thermal vision that also gave point status scores, and showed the names of the teammates, their kills, and their current status... except instead of dead, it said 'tagged.' A glance at their arsenal again, and Zerrex realized they looked more like toys than real guns, just like their suits reminded him of the body-impact suits used in some of the old higher-class boot camps with laser weapons.

He shook his head slowly, then continued on, pacing himself now as he slung his revolver open, tossed out the useless cartridges, and let his hands change out the cylinders and switch in the larger one now, before beginning to load it with shotgun shells as he pieced together clues in his mind. They weren't soldiers... they really were untrained civilians who just thought they were playing some sort of virtual reality video game, some... suped-up first person shooter. A disgusting use of slaves... and a way they could be used in war without ever learning to fight back or even actually 'kill.' And all Narrius would ever need to do to subdue them... would be to kill the ones who realized what they were actually doing, and keep their real equipment and game equipment separate. If they really did get equipped with fake game gear, that was... because Zerrex wouldn't doubt that being 'tagged' also meant they were... 'sent home' or whatever the euphemism was for their 'soldiers' being killed.

A perfect pelt unit, easy to run, easy to be disposed of after their use was up... just like Alone, who seemed to be too stupid to realize that he too, was an expendable just like them. The Drakkaren snorted angrily... then he cocked back the hammer of the revolver with the palm of his hand as he stepped into a wide square filled with rampaging, yelling Drakkai, soldiers, and the Untrained run by Alone... who was huddling behind a double-line of his soldiers at the top of a tall set of stairs, some old military museum like turned into a stockpile. He was whimpering and clutching at his arm... and then the wolf shrieked: "We're... level ten! Level ten, extreme difficulty! Ignore all hostiles except for... the leader, the leader of the enemy team, the Drakkaren with the weird signal readings and the shape... the hair..."

Then Alone slumped down to a crouch, panting hard and clutching at himself as one of the soldiers said nervously: "Sir, we've only done up to level four on normal... we're not ready-"

"I think you're ready!" Alone said, apparently trying to be encouraging but instead coming across as harsh, as he grinned and pointed at Zerrex. "He's worth... a thousand points for whoever scores the kill! And a gold medal! Now go on, shoot! Shoot!"

Zerrex snorted, then he brought up his revolver, snarling and sidestepping rapidly: the Drakkai that were currently charging back and forth were making it hard to get a bead on the double line of at least twenty soldiers, however - a dozen in front, and eight forming a secondary line standing in front of Alone, at the top of the stairs. When they opened fire, as Zerrex ducked behind a pillar, they succeeded only in taking down several of the rioting Drakkai, however... which just caused many of the reptiles to turn their rage on them, yelling about taking revenge for the Queen and for Lord Zerrex.

The reptile hadn't honestly expected things to devolve this fast: whatever else, the children of Cherry had gotten word out fast. Now the streets were erupt with a mob of frenzied Dragokkaren and Drakkaren, who seemed to be pointlessly yelling and drawing fire... except much of this covered small, organized groups who turned their rampage onto various facilities and buildings, smashing through doors and windows and killing other soldiers that Zerrex heard called 'bastard offspring of the Patriarch.' It made Zerrex grin sickly as a few bullets whizzed around him, digging gouges in the pillars: that's really what they all were, after all...

Then the reptile heard Alone screaming, and he glanced around the pillar as the Untrained ceased to fire and the wolf shrugged off the ruins of his jacket and dress shirt... eyes clenched shut and head turned away, jaws open wide as blood spurted from his stump, his hand grasping his ruined shoulder... before he snarled furiously and began to give jagged, shrieking laughter as the reptile saw sinew and muscle twisting together in long strands and raw flesh forming, horrible cracking sounds coming up before the wolf arched his back and roared, body flexing as fingers burst from a bloody clump at the end of the long fleshy limb, and then the muscles twitched and thickened into place, forming a naked, bleeding, and fleshy arm that ended in a perfect hand and segmented digits with thick bone claws. Alone grinned darkly, then he shouted: "Fine! Since the coward hides, I'll face him! I'll face him in front of all of you! Ceasefire!"

Then the wolf staggered forwards, smashing one arm outwards and sending several Untrained units flying as the lupine stumbled down the steps, then fell to the cement of the large square as the rioters stopped for at least a moment to watch, electricity racing over Alone's body as he shrieked, muscles and joints popping, eyes bulging as his body rippled, then began to rapidly expand, stretching and ripping his pants as his roar became guttural and deep. His body went from sleek but attractive to massively, hugely muscled, his raw arm bulging bigger than the rest, becoming monstrous and oversized, hanging past his knees as the rest of his body stayed in proportion. Then his pants tore free as the wolf straightened with a howl, his arms held out to his sides, fur lanky and ragged, body covered with chiseled muscle as he straightened, muzzle foaming and periwinkle eyes burning, pure white fur patchy in some places as he stood at more than twenty feet tall, roaring: "Come out, little lizard! I'm bigger, I'm stronger, I'm better! Now even my cock is probably bigger than your whole puny body, come and suck it and maybe I'll let you go!"

"Filth." Zerrex said clearly, and the crowd parted for him, a murmur rolling through it as Zerrex stepped into the rapidly-emptying square, the Untrained, soldiers, and children of Cherry alike backing up to give the two room for the battle, Lone grinning, his eyes psychotic with rage and a terror that still remained, his mutated, fleshy arm dripping black blood and still sizzling with electricity, faced by the Drakkaren as he murmured softly: "I've drunk not a drop of mead, but after this I plan to... and I will slay this monster of yours, for I am the monster slayer. Yet I need no thanes to bring this Grendel to me, whose arm I've already removed... but it looks like I still need to finish the job."

"Stop your fucking muttering!" Alone screamed, then he charged forwards, drawing both his hands up before slamming them straight down, laughing raucously. "Die!"

Zerrex easily rose his forearm, then snarled at the force of the blow, enough to make him flex and strain back against the crude double hammer of the wolf... and then he swung his arm hard up and outwards, knocking Alone back with a grunt of surprise before Zerrex stepped forwards and smashed a hard punch into the wolf's inner thigh, making him squeal as he fell to one knee, his muscles giving out and both hands slamming into the floor of the square to balance him. His muzzle contorted with a snarl of pain, eyes clenching shut... before he looked up in shock as Zerrex used his other leg like a step and leapt up onto his back, and then the wolf screamed when the reptile slammed an elbow down between his ears, cracking his skull.

He immediately stood, grabbing madly at the lizard... who easily kicked off his head and twisted around in midair, slamming a foot into his cheek and sending the giant wolf crashing down in a heap of useless muscle. His eyes flashed as he looked up at Zerrex with a grunt and a snarl, then he dove forwards as the reptile landed neatly... but Zerrex had already seen the attack coming, and he grinned coldly: precog required reaction speed to work properly, but he had the speed. And with that, it meant he could perform tactics he usually couldn't use... and without needing to look, he kicked off the ground and rolled in midair, one arm out and his body twisted upwards before he punched one fist hard down into the wolf's spine, just above the tailbone.

Alone fell to the ground with a scream of pain, his eyes bulging as his vertebrae was jarred loose, his legs ceasing to respond. He scrabbled uselessly at the dirty tiles of the square, snarling, electricity flowing over his form, trying to bypass the broken circuit in his spine even as he forced himself to start regenerating... but then Zerrex's foot slammed down into his back and the much smaller reptile grabbed a wrist in either hand, jerking his arms up as the reptile said softly: "Well, this time I won't be as nice and give you something as easy to repair."

Lone's eyes bulged in horror as he realized, even with his improved strength, he was no match for the Drakkaren... and then he screamed, tasting earth and blood as Zerrex stepped forwards, forcing both his arms upwards at the same time, pushing in the wrong direction to snap them both out of their sockets before tearing down, ripping the ligaments and muscles apart in his shoulders before the reptile dropped to one knee on top of the wolf's head, smashing his face into the ground. Then he leapt forwards, rolling off and to a crouch as Lone's body flowed with electricity and he rapidly began to shrink, forced to reduce his size in order to heal himself, screaming in agony as arcs of blue lightning shot back and forth through the air around him.

Then he slowly climbed to his feet, body restored, breaths panting harshly in and out, eyes bulging and lungs aching, back to his original size. He staggered uselessly... and then looked up dumbly just to realize that Zerrex wasn't standing in front of him anymore. A moment later, and he realized the reptile was behind him, and they were standing almost back to back, Lone looking over his shoulder with horror as the Drakkaren said softly: "Only an idiot would use a tactic that leaves him tired and broken in the middle of battle."

"Bastard!" Alone rasped, beginning to turn... before realizing that Zerrex had one arm backwards on a slight angle. And without looking, the reptile pulled the trigger of the revolver, and both of the wolf's legs were torn apart by combat-grade riot shell.

The wolf fell with a scream to his knees, and then Zerrex seized the back of his head and yanked him upwards, forcing his back to bend painfully... before the reptile dropped his jaws onto Alone's in a kiss of death. Electricity raced over both their bodies and Alone twitched back and forth wildly, blood pouring out of his eyes and mouth as Zerrex inhaled and Alone breathed out every soul, every memory of the wolf he had consumed... and then the Drakkaren stepped back, white light and energy rolling through him as he rose his revolver.

Alone's body twisted and convulsed, shed his fur as his ears rotted and fell off, as his eyes became sightless and his muzzle filled instead with broken, rotting teeth instead of sharper fangs, regressing rapidly back to his empty, original body... and then Zerrex unloaded another shell directly into the creature's face, sending the broken, dead corpse of the Empty One sprawling over on the ground. Immediately, the Untrained units screamed and fled in all directions, and the riot around the reptile began anew... but left him in an almost perfect circle of freedom, the children of Cherry... his children... yelling, roaring with pride and power... and Zerrex closed his eyes for a moment before opening them to see Lone standing before him.

The ghost memory of the wolf blushed deeply... and there was a flower tucked behind one of his ears. He was finally thin, to the point of being lithe... and he had many a piercing in his ear and the pocketwatch the reptile had given him long ago dangling around his neck. He was also smiling shyly up at him, in thanks and gratitude that looked eternal... and Zerrex nodded quietly to him before murmuring softly: "No one deserves that kind of Hell."

Lone smiled at him again... shyly blew him a kiss... then vanished, and Zerrex shook his head in slow, faint amusement. Then he straightened and rolled his shoulders slowly, before walking back through the rioting crowd, easily swaying out of the way of the soldiers, thrown rocks, and fired bullets as he headed towards the main road again, a strange serenity filling him as he felt energies mixing in his body, and the presence of his old friends all around him as Drake murmured quietly: More monster than god... more devil than savior... but everyone prays to you as their last hope of salvation. I'd fear a world with you in charge, though...

"So do I." Zerrex murmured quietly. "The trappings of power and royalty are not for me... I'm not a hero king. I just like to kill and happen to be exceedingly good at it." A pause as he ducked a thrown spear, which found its lodging in the throat of a soldier behind him; one of the unfaithful, Zerrex guessed, from the cheer that rose up from the living mob all around him. Then he paused for a moment, glancing to the side as an explosion rose in the air, and he cursed quietly. "I should hurry up though, huh?"

Genetics facility is one kilometer straight. I'll give you the finer details as we approach. Drake said curtly. Hopefully no one's blown it up before you get there.

The Drakkaren nodded, then started to run, swallowing thickly... but grinning coldly. He had two more stops to make... and who knew what other little sidetrips that might pop up over the course of the night. But it would be a long, hard haul... and the reptile had to admit he was glad of it. Horrified, and in terrible pain... but at the same time... so goddamn happy. Because now he was one with his family... and he knew that as long as Cindy was alive, he could either have her by his side... or become one with her too, as dangerous as the proposition was if even Drake warned him against it. He knew it was selfish to be using his body as a container for these poor souls, and in the process, borrowing their energy, their abilities... but all the same... he also knew he deserved some selfishness. And it's not like any of them seem to object...

"What the fuck is going on out there?" roared Narrius, pacing back and forth in the conference room, and the three generals on three of the twenty or so monitors that made up one wall each winced and looked around as if in utter despair. The other seventeen monitors only showed static, however... meaning Narrius was left with just these three to rage at. Even Black Requiem was standing guard in front of Marina's room: every Enforcer had been sent in on emergency duty to attempt to quell the riot that was raging through his city. His goddamn city, not theirs... "Why now, what the fuck is happening?"

"Sir... I... I don't know!" babbled one, looking back and forth in terror, still only half-dressed and with a few bits of armor thrown hastily and messily on as he tapped away at the computer he was apparently sitting at. "It's like... one enormous riot, spreading outwards from Uroboros, already infecting the other cities! Our loyal forces are spread thin, all our special units are deployed, and we're reporting a ten percent mortality rate already... but... that's of total soldiers, since we're killing our own-"

"They're scum! Traitors!" Narrius shouted at the screens, then he snarled angrily and turned to another general. "You! What's your status report, tell me where this whole mess started! And why haven't any of you found Zerrex yet? He obviously has something to do with this, he's always been good at stirring up trouble... weak dogs travel in packs, after all, and so do spineless maggots."

"It appears you're right about that, sir." The Dragokkaren replied with a wince, wiping at coffee he'd spilled all over his uniform a few moments ago when the holographic projection of Narrius had appeared in the sterile command center of the Hez'Ranna General Military Security Division. "We got a report that the Hellabos genetics facility was compromised and took moderate damage in a solo operative attack, which was apparently a diversion... soon after, we have reports from recalibrated genetic scanners of Zerrex entering the Breeding Center, but because of the top secret nature of these reports and the need to authenticate, we only became aware of this fact about ten minutes after the riot started-"

Narrius's eye twitched, then he picked up a laptop from the table and flung it at the monitor, shattering it as he shouted: "Don't patronize me! I don't need you to pat me on the back and tell me good job, I need you to do your goddamn jobs... what happened? How did he infiltrate the breeding center, and what's the status of Queen-1?"

"Terminated." said the last general, who was adjusting his uniform with a wince: he was working in another section of the Hez'Ranna Security HQ, and was currently glancing up a set of monitors that displayed the current status of important individuals through long-range genetic scanning. "Breeding Queen 1, I repeat, was terminated twenty-eight minutes and thirty-two seconds ago. Royal Elite Division, Ambassador/Commander Alone was rendered incapacitated seven minutes and eighteen seconds ago, then destroyed entirely. We have no chance of resuscitation through use of transferring his genetic coding into another Empty Shell, as we've done in the past when he's been rendered terminal or expired."

The Patriarch snarled furiously, clenching his hands into tight fists before turning away and slamming a fist down into the table. Then he snorted and looked up, saying coldly: "Where's Mengele? What's his status?"

"Currently, he's in the only sector not under heavy attack... the Untouchable Sector. But he's refusing contact on all frequencies, common, civilian, and emergency." The first general replied, sliding back a bit from the monitor, as Narrius's crimson glare seemed to pierce through the camera connection he had and into his very soul. "He... he said to say... he's glad your ant farm is broken..."

Narrius snorted, then he looked down at one fist before glancing back up and saying darkly: "Upload all of Mengele's private files, and his DNA samples to Paradise, then make the preparations for launch. I want Paradise up and running before morning, and I want launch to occur by noon tomorrow. I'm on my way to oversee, I'll arrive in an hour."

"Sir!" None of the generals bothered to argue or say it was impossible: if Narrius wanted it done, they had one choice, and it was to make sure they got it done. Then they signed off, their monitors turning black as Narrius shoved his way past his personal guards and barked for them to prepare the helicopter, as he drew back his sleeve and attempted to call Mengele on his private alert line.

The half-wolf, however, had no intention of picking up, as he tossed his comlink across the room and into an open jar of alcohol, where it fizzled and died. He grinned a bit, then turned his attention back to the pair of large-size and single medium-sized capsules in the clustered room, which otherwise was stuffed with a computer, a laptop and all manner of card keys containing vital information and his passcodes, and files stacked from floor to ceiling. Many papers were even on the ground, and Mengele tread back and forth over them as he watched the small television in the corner and murmured: "How fragile your great kingdom suddenly seems, Patriarch... but I guess that's the problem with your clone soldiers. You kept changing the model, wanted them to behave differently, become better weapons... and you forgot to remove from them the element of emotion called attachment, because you figured they'd be loyal to you and admire your power... but they weren't your children. They all have your genetic code... they share almost none of the actual physical characteristics of their actual 'parents,' all the soldiers that Cherry was forced to fuck, all made in your image to one degree or another... but they all grew to see Cherry as their mother. Some sons and daughters hate their mothers... and some love their mothers... but many of them will fight for family just because... family is family, no matter how much you brainwash them." He laughed dryly. "It makes me wonder how shitty a father you really were to Zerrex..."

He paused, then walked towards the medium-sized capsule, in which floated a naked, almost formless body, looking like an undetailed clay figure of a wolf. Then Mengele smiled a bit and idly stroked along the glass, whispering: "A real father tries to bring back his children... and I'm through playing your games. I'll have my son back, with all the qualities of my old extinct race... and we'll leave, find the lost Packs, and unite them against you and overthrow you. I can wait here in the Untouchable District until the riots subside... with the ten billion tons of fusion power generated by the fragile technology beneath this area, I know it's the one place that won't be in danger, guarded by all your force fields and elite. And up here, in this hospital, I can keep working on my Family... my experiments."

Mengele twitched a bit, then he rolled his shoulders and laughed dryly again, turning to sit down and watch the live news bulletin that came up, tilting his head curiously as he watched the news anchor spouting almost gibberish about how the main gates had just been blown apart, and many 'traitors' were escaping the city... but his eyes - now both replaced with white, iridescent lupine irises - picked up at least two known 'rebels' in those ranks, and moving inwards, not outwards. He grinned a bit and shook his head slowly, then murmured: "Oh, but it is getting fun. It looks like your whole new world order is about to collapse from inside, after seven years of war on the world outside your borders... ironic, isn't it?"

His eyes glinted, and then he spun around in his chair to pull his laptop over and begin tapping rapidly away, muttering as he worked on writing up the last genetic sequences on what had become his hobby: Godsmite. Intelligent as he may be, however, Mengele failed to note one subtle, small, but terrible truth: the laptop was Narrius's technology.

And every word that he wrote was currently being recorded into twenty different computers, including the handheld PC that Narrius carried with him in his breast pocket... and the Dragokkaren grinned coldly as he watched calculations spilling out onto the screen and complex mathematical formulas being unearthed. As Narrius had fallen into Mengele's trap, the half-wolf had fallen into the Dragokarren's... and so spiraled another seemingly-eternal paradox in the city of Uroboros: the infinite snake that eats its own tail.