568: Bloody Dance
Mary fell to her knees. Her eyes stung; her nostrils were filled with slimy liquid that reeked like spoiled fish.
“Wh-what is thi-PTHUA!” Mary tried to speak but the moment she opened her mouth the foul liquid got inside, and even a light taste was enough to make Mary vomit.
Mary tried to wipe the foul grease off her face but only manage to smear it more as it stuck to her hands.
“You brought this on yourself,” Samira said and then instructed her morbidly obese summon, “Break her legs.”
You, fucking cock-sucking whore!! Mary cursed her older sister as she heard the first lumbering step of the undead fuck that made the ground tremble.
“Use the dirt to get it off!” Remi screamed.
Mary didn’t need to be told twice. Shuffling away from her vomit, Mary dug her hands into the forest soil and used it all to scrub her face from Grizwald’s grease. Dirt, moss, leaves—she used it all. And as humiliating as it was to literally dig in the dirt like a peasant, it did provide results. And while Grizwald slowly approached, Mary was able to clear her eyes with some leaves enough to be able to somewhat open them. Mary could barely see two feet in front of her, her eyes hurt like hell, very itchy, and watery, but it was an improvement.
Seeing Grizwald barely twenty feet away from her, Mary had few options left. Still sick to her stomach, dirty, hurting, she wanted to tear Samira and her undead fuck to shreds for what they had done to her. And with that single need for revenge Mary leapt to Brittany’s corpse and sunk her teeth into the very thick of the bloody mess that had yet to go cold.
“You can’t be serious,” Samira was taken aback as she watched her younger sister drink her fill of her former companion’s blood. “To think I tried to save you from… You really are your worst enemy, Bloody Mary. Stop her!”
Grizwald swiped his hand in his skin folds and raised a fistful of grease above his head. Mary looked up at Grizwald with bloodshot eyes and blood running down her chin. She swiftly moved her arm, and Grizwald’s hand got cleanly separated from his wrist. Only a thin floating, trail of blood remained between Grizwald and Mary. It quickly returned back to Mary while she dug in deeper into Brittany’s corpse.
“You really are your mother’s daughter,” Samira said while Grizwald looked at his stump with bewilderment. “You’re no longer needed,” she added, and Grizwald’s body started to sink and dissolve into black and red aura.
Black mist started to form and swirl around Samira while streams of blood swirled around Mary.
“M-my queen?” Remi muttered, worried, scared.
“Queen?” Samira asked. “Your newest sick roleplay?”
“Yeah, sure,” Mary finally spoke and revealed a bloody grin. The princess remained on all fours over Brittany’s remains like an animal over its prey. She wiped the blood off her chin and said, “Our next roleplay will be ‘that time I decapitated my half-breed piece of shit sister’.”
The next moment Mary dashed forth at inhuman speed, straight for Samira. Several skeletal warriors rose up in Mary’s path, but she cut them apart with a dance of blood as she quickly approached her sister. As the last line of defense a skeletal warrior with a thick black shield the size of a door rose up in front of Samira.
“DIE!!” Mary screamed and thrust her right arm forward. Surrounded with swirling blood, Mary thrust her arm through the shield, the undead warrior himself, and forward still into her sister’s warm body.
The shield dissolved first. Then the warrior. But before the undead warrior completely dissolved, Mary already felt her hand quickly grow colder. Once the warrior dissolved Mary saw that—instead of being inside her sister’s abdomen—her hand was inside the cold darkness of Samira’s top hat that she placed between herself and Mary’s attack.
“WHA—” Mary recoiled her hand, but Samira was quicker. She yanked her top hat aside, claiming Mary’s hand into the top hat’s bottomless darkness.
“AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!” Mary screamed as she staggered back holding her forearm. Blood poured from where her hand used to be.
“You done?” Samira asked.
“PIECE OF SHIT!!” Mary screamed and lunged at Samira with her other hand only to be bashed in the head with a giant shield from another undead warrior.
“MARY!!” Remi screamed and ran to catch the princess that tumbled backwards like a doll tossed across a room.
“U-ugh,” Mary couldn’t speak. The left side of her head and face was bruised bloody, her ankle was bent at an odd angle.
“We surrender!!” Remi pleaded as she held the princess.
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that,” Samira said as several more warriors armed with dadao swords rose up and walked forward.
“Y-your hand…” Mary uttered weakly.
“Huh?” Remi looked at the beaten princess.
“Give me your hand,” Mary said.
“E-eh…” Remi hesitated, but obeyed and presented her hand to Mary.
Mary pulled out her curved dagger and slit Remi’s wrist.
“Argh!” Remi cried from the sudden sharp pain.
Mary did not pay attention to that. She held Remi’s bleeding wrist with one hand and brought it closer to her own bleeding stump. She let the blood pour on the ground and mix in a growing puddle. Mary then let go of Remi’s wrist and with a scream slammed her open palm into the bloody puddle.
The bloody puddle swirled and expanded into a dark red whirlpool right under Mary and Remi. Mary grabbed Remi and pulled her down with her into the bloody whirlpool. As soon as they both disappeared into it, the whirlpool closed behind them.