Season 3: Catpurr 4: New Prizes

  “What is going on?!” Alenica Vilencial yelled as she exited her tent to the sound of disorder while fixing her ear rings.

  “Lady Vilencial, it isn't safe!” Verduin yelled, the inspector grabbing a hold of the young noble and dragging her away from the detonations of flames and screams.

  Suddenly, a snarl, Alencia snapping her head to the sound as the maw of a beast opened up to take her head.

  “Lady Vilencial!” Verduin snapped as the beast fell to the ground.

  “It's fine! I'm fine,” The noblewoman assured as she flicked her wrist free of the green blood on her hands and focused on the decapitated corpse of the necrotic cat. “Undead?”

  Around the camp more screams, more snarls. A multitude of undead attacking the humans who raised their weapons in defiance.

  A cold chill tingled down Alencia’s spine, the hairs on her skin standing on all ends as her body subconsciously turned towards the figure with red hair, cat ears, and a large bushy tail standing on a torch pole.

  His handsome face bore a smirk, his eyes shining with golden light that illuminated his predatory glare.

  “What… what is that?” Alencia whispered with stunned amazement before being yanked back by the inspector.

  “Milady, it isn't safe! We must flee and regroup with the others!”

  “No,” Alencia said, her eyes unable to break contact with the man raising his hands to the moon and laughing. “He's perfect…”

  “What?”

  “Gather the troops! I want that demihuman bound and gagged!” Alencia said, her body shaking with excitement as a wide smile broke out on her face.

  “Milady?”

  “Now!”

  The man was off, racing through the chaos to gather troops.

  ***

  Adam closed his eyes and raised his head to the full moon, basking in its glow as he felt strength invigorate his form.

  He inhaled, taking in the howls of his undead as they sprang forth from the ground to spread chaos to the world.

  This... this power. Yes.

  Adam shifted his head, casually dodging the fireball aimed at his face.

  “Hm. Toasty. Will someone handle that please?!” Adam yelled, directing his horde towards the caster.

  More spells flew his way along with a storm of arrows intent on ending his life.

  Adam shook his head, “I swear if you want something done you have to do it yourself.”

  With his enhanced strength and fortitude, Adam vanished, appearing before the crowd of gathered soldiers led by some woman in jewels he vaguely recognized.

  The woman sat on a large lizard mount, her dress completely out of place for a campsite of warriors and soldiers.

  “Hello, random peons, this is private property. If you would kindly vacate the premises, I may consider sparring your lives,” Adam said as he stood upon the violently pink entrance of his dungeon.

  “You filthy mutt! You dare address her ladyship in such a manor! I shall have your tail!” A man shouted standing up to Adam with his blade drawn.

  “Kill him,” Adam pointed, with his hordes of undead cats charging forward only to be greeted by rows of pikes and holy spells.

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  Adam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why is it so difficult to find adequate help?”

  “Demi human! You tread on land owned by the Vilencial duchy! Identify yourself!” The woman wearing a dress with jewels demanded.

  “You first,” Adam said, unswayed by the dozens of armored knights marching to surround him.

  “I am Alencia Vilencial! Daughter and heir of the Vilencial duchy! And you will pay me the proper respect of my station!” The woman demanded only for Adam to yawn loudly much to the indignation of the crowd.

  “Enough of this!” The tall lanky man beside the woman barked, charging forward through the crowd.

  A moment later, and the uniformed office was being held in the air, his feet kicking wildly with his muffled screams vibrating against Adam's palm.

  “You’ve got some nice bones… I think you'd make an excellent bed for my cat,” Adam said as he stood upon the tips of several spears.

  Chaos unfolded, the dozens of soldiers swarming Adam who merely discarded the man he was holding and shot past the army to grab hold of the black-haired woman from her steed.

  “Hm. Not a princess but I suppose I could settle for a duchy for now. Do you think-”

  The woman swung a knife, the tip of the blade immediately caught by Adam who smirked as he broke it and held the woman aloft.

  “Die! Vermin!” Alencia shouted, yet Adam could see it in her eyes, smell it on her, the sweet pheromones of a woman in heat.

  “Wait… I remember you,” Adam frowned, recalling a memory from his other self. “You locked me up.”

  “What?” Alencia let out, squirming as her retinue ran to help her.

  “Release the young lady!” The lanky man from before screamed, rushing towards Adam with increased vigor despite his earlier manhandling.

  “No, no I don't think I will,” Adam said before a flash of lightning burst forth from the earth. “Come, Redfield bring me their screams.”

  A howl sounded, a terrifying shriek of the undead rising out of the ground that belonged to a being in armor as dark as obsidian.

  The soldiers froze in place, murmurs and chattering of terrified adventurers running rampant through their lines as they stared at the death knight whose eyes shone with red and blue fire.

  Empowered by the moon, death howled, this time causing a shockwave that drove the masses back.

  “Take care of the rabble will you?” Adam ordered before taking off into the night with his prey in tow.

  ****

  Junith scoffed, smirking as she watched the live feed of Adam's antics playing out from a magical crystal sourced off of a fallen adventurer.

  “Why are you all standing around! We need to get him back!” Ellie exclaimed as she frantically ran back and forth around the inner chamber gathering weapons and potions.

  “Nah, I'm good,” Liza said, watching with amused fascination while Adam tore his way through the army of adventurers.

  “Look at all that carnage! You lot should have just let me stake him!” Junith spat, throwing her hands into the air, “Now he's going to draw the entirity of the world's attention to us!”

  “If you're done griping about our master,” Dominica said, tossing a bundle of weapons and leathers to Junith, “Get dressed.”

  “He's not my master,” Junith hissed.

  “The mark you bare upon your body would state otherwise,” Dominica said as she flashed the back of her hand, displaying the ouroborous tattoo that was shared by everyone within the coven. “Now you will either aid Lord Adam or be punished.”

  Dominica drew her whip.

  “Adam is a menace! A monster!”

  “He is a savior! The chosen vessel for our Lord and successor!”

  “He is a narcissist! With delusions of grandeur!”

  “And Voltrain isn't?! Why are you so adamant on following a god that would blind you with his light! What god would scorch even his most devoted followers?”

  Junith drew her blade.

  “I’ve had enough of this, one more word and I'll send you to oblivion,” Junith growled as her body radiated with etheral dark power, causing Dominica to smirk.

  “You so bodly deny the One Who Waits yet brazenly draw upon his power in time of need,” Dominica said, causing Junith's face to go from furious to slowly blank as the purple energy that surrounded her body wane. “Voltrain has abandoned you. Yet you still cling to the idea of your god because without him you'd be a nobody devoid of any persona.”

  The coven fell silent, not a word or sound echoing through the chamber as everyone froze in place.

  “Ouch,” Liza snickered, breaking the silence before snatching a skull off of a passing skeleton.

  “Guys! C'mon! Stop fighting! If we lose Adam it will only be a matter of time before the people above come for us!” Ellie yelled, attempting to be the mediator between the two catgirls ready to throw down.

  Ellie turned to the pink-haired cat girl lapping water out of a skull, “Aren't you going to help?!”

  “Nah. This is better than Jerry Springer.”

  Ellie's eye twitched, the drowthraki variant clenching her jaw as a visible vein of frustration appeared on her head.

  The short puffy cat girl inhaled, her eyes bulging as her tiny hands clenched into fists and her tattoo of the devouring snake began to light up.

  “Hey, I'm back.”

  At the sound of the voice all heads turned to the man covered in gore and carrying a wide-eyed struggling woman.

  “Find somewhere to put this won't you?” Adam said, dropping the noble woman on the ground who looked up with eyes filled with disbelief at the sight of so many catfolk.