(In the point of view of Violet Belladonna)

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Fuck.

I think I'm gonna die.

I gazed at the two children of the people I serve. Undisturbed, silent, peaceful—their faces filled with the utmost comfort one would not expect from newborn babies. 

Meanwhile, this misshapen thing continued to desecrate the quietness and stillness of the mausoleum in this here catacomb below Ur. Perhaps my barrier is still strong and intact even though my body is just naught but a weak and flabby piece of meat standing weakly in front of my doom.

However, as the monster facing me raged with the noise of a thousand crowds, my princes remained undisturbed as their consciousness continued to sit within their dreamlands.

Of course, I have my mission to protect the princes, but fuck! I really think this is it for me... for real this time. Try as I might to escape this mess, I don't think I'd be able to pull off any kind of magical contraption or sorcery to save me from the touch of the reaper. I am drained, and I have nothing left in me but the power to provide a somewhat strong barrier around the princes. I cannot even shoot a weak fireball to give me enough chances to distract the enemy.

"What's wrooooong?" The woman who looked like a debauched version of a bride chuckled, "Scaaaaared?"

"No." Yes.

"Well, aren't yooouuu a toughy, eeeehhhh? I liiiike touughiiees! Toughy women are very great, eeeehhhhh? Just giiiive me what I want," she uttered as she extended her veiny thin hands towards me, opening her first one finger after another, "and weeeee will finish this eeeeeeaaaassyyyyy!"

What does she want? What could she possibly want from me?

Wait.

I crept my head down and diverted my attention toward the two sleeping babies that were lying ever so comfortably on my arms.

Oh no. Here it is. Something that she seeks.

I see that the enemy already knows the existence of the princes. They are here to end the lineage of the king once and for all.

"I can't believe you would kill a child."

"Weeeellll…" She chuckles, revealing the darkened teeth hiding from beneath her chapped lips. "All for getting the goodieeessss, and you have the best treasure in this here castleeee!"

Of course. The princes, as they stood now, are the greatest treasure of the kingdom. It's no wonder that when she finally squeezed them into a pulp with those gigantic arms of hers, I am confident that they would win the war one way or another. After all, it would scar the king, and I loathe to see a future where a monster like her would succeed in killing the gift Queen Lara left to this world.

My god, I cannot imagine what Vortigern would do when the children died, what he would do to them, and what he would do to us.

I must protect the princes. Not just because it's my duty, but I fear what would happen if Vortigern's anger consumed him after the death of his sons. I have no choice. If violence is what she gives, violence is what she gets.

"I refuse! I will never let you harm my princes!"

"Princess? Huuuuhh?" As she uttered mindlessly, the bride pointed one of her long fingers to her temples and scratched the side of her head with her worn and wrinkled fingers. "What princess? I want to be a princess! Am I a princess?" 

However, I am not the sort of person who allows my enemies to have the time to think, let alone allow a simpleton like this to use her brain when she doesn't even have one! Before she had time to comprehend whatever a monster like her would think about, I sent an orb straight into her head. With a loud smashing sound similar to that of a ball hitting a wooden slab, my desperate strike sent her one step away from me, making her off balance in the process. The monster hissed like the feral demon that she is as she landed on her butt upon the concrete floor. 

"No more, you ugly thing!" I hurled two more orbs towards her direction through psychic powers! It seemed that the barrier wrapped around my arbs are still firm and steadfast as ever. 

Once again, an earth-shattering sound resonated throughout the quiet, dark mausoleum as both of my orbs hit her malformed and distorted face, and my god, am I filled with so much euphoria when I heard that sound. All of my orbs then hit her head at the same time. For once, I felt a sense of power over her as I dominated her in my weakened state.

"Ah! Ow! Stop, what the… AARRGGHHH! FAAHCKK!" She cursed as I hurled all of my orbs at her filthy face of absolute ugliness, keeping her from thinking straight.

If there's one thing I know about mages, it's the fact that it gets progressively more difficult to cast a spell if one's mental solitude is under a great disturbance like, say, getting his on the head, similar to what I'm doing to her right now. As I hit her again with more of my orbs, I heard that sound once more; that sound of bones and skin cracking and forming into countless different shapes! What a beautiful sound! My orbs might be brittle, but my barriers are tougher than steel; with enough momentum, I can lay a strike at her damned ugly face repeatedly without halting for even a quarter of a second with force stronger than a general's iron war mace. The best thing about this for me is that I could have all my orbs obliterate that disgusting thing called a face pasted on her head and make it even uglier; not to mention, it costs little to no mana.

I can do this all day if I have to. Boy, hearing her scream and squeal like the pig that she is sends nothing but pure and unadulterated happiness to my body. Torture. Yes, scream more; sing and hum. I'd like to see how well you perform with all those hard spherical motivations I'm giving you.

"Staaahhhhpppp!" She screams before one of my orbs hit her jaw. "Noo! NOOOOO!" Then an orb hit her forehead at the same time as another hit her chin. The way the spherical razheemas were banging her head sounded like drums thumping one after another in repeated succession. In contrast, the sound that my orb leaves behind as it orbits around that disgusting clump of garbage that is her face was like string instruments played together in perfect harmony. Alas, her screams of agony and the utter painfulness within her guttural yells sounded better than a soprano.

"WRAAAGGHHH!" She growls like a chained exotic animal found in the deep reaches of the Mist Valley outside of Caelum.

"What's the matter?" I asked as I slowly took a few steps back away from her. "Scared?"

"RAARRGGHH GHRAAAAGHH GRAAAAGGGHHHH I'LL KILL YOUUUUUU!" She howled like the two-headed wolves lurking on the peaks surrounding the mines of Defuntalac.

"Not so tough now, aren't ya?" A wave of confidence surged into my veins as I heard my heart thumping uncontrollably. 

"STOOOOOOOOOOPPPPP!" She roared like the monsters living in the barren lands called Nihilheim at the far south of Varba.

This is not enough. Oh, no. Not enough. I remembered the head I saw flying towards my direction earlier outside of the catacombs when she blew up the walls of Ur. She deserves more—all those deaths she caused. I wonder if she ever wondered how the families of those people she massacred must have felt when they tried to look for the remains of their loved ones when all they could see was their severed limb. Did she ever ask herself how the children of those soldiers must have felt when they realized that their parents were now nothing but minced meat on the ground?

How dare she defile the sanctity of death like it's just another day?

Death is sacred and special. It has a story; it has a meaning. She defiled that by doing that meaningless slaughter.

"You did this to yourself, you little ugly ass bitch," I said as I looked down at the squirming giant as she tried to sway her hands to deflect my orbs like they're some sort of wasps, prickling her skin.

She's lucky we're not in my chamber right now. I have so much more in store for her. Poison perhaps? Or maybe a bit of hallucinogen? What if I tied her up on my needle chair and forcefully pulled those disgusting nails off her fingers? If I gouged her eyes off, would she scream like a lady, or would she whimper like a dog? I'd like to see her whimper. Maybe I could use some of her own illusion magic to her and make her believe that she's a pig, and then, I'd let her live the rest of her life along with the other pigs in a barn somewhere.

I want to do so many things to her. So… many… things… I want to do it all. I want to give her one unique torture for each Izrecaelean soldier she killed.

"That batch is only for the people you massacred in the gate, oinky looking ass motherfucker!" I shouted with my eyebrows furrowed in such an intense display of my frustration. "I haven't even given you the batch of beatings for the people you killed here in the catacomb." The image of Sir Damian Carmichael flashed through my head. "You are sooo fucking lucky I have no energy right now!" A tear streamed to my right eye as the corners of my lips slowly perked up to reveal a distorted grin that I had never worn for a long time. "I can't imagine just how much fun I would have while playing with a giantess like you. Oh, you have no idea!" A soft but maniacal laugh escaped through my mouth, playing along with the song the giantess is singing.

I let my orbs halt for one second, just a second, all to let me see what sort of expression she's showing. 

What I saw was beyond what I had expected. As my orbs readied themselves around her head, I saw that a dumbfounded expression with a twinge of pitiful, pathetic sadness and a wave of unquenchable anger are all painted on her face, mixed like a witch's concoction on a darkened cauldron.

"YOU BIIIIITCH!" I shouted from the top of my lungs as I lunged my orbs towards her face in a never-ending beat down of balls orbiting her head. I did so while crushing her repeatedly one orb at a time. "YOU BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH!" I screamed as a cyclone of orbs beat her face down in rapid succession. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" In one final scream, I used all the power in me to send her flying toward the ceiling.

I panted and gasped as I saw her body swaying on the stone ceiling of the catacombs.

I stared at the ugly creature blankly as it swung slowly. To be honest, I am not pleased. This is not the end she deserves. That is not the death she deserves.

"I wish I could kill her again."

But of course, I can't anymore...

I'm too weak right now.

I'm so exhausted. 

Haa...

I then looked at the unmoving body of the bride. 

Good riddance!

I turned my back away from her to look at the lion switch behind the tomb of the late Queen Lara. With a weak smile, I finally found it: the switch. I was about to pull the lever down when suddenly…

Bang!

A crash! Something crashed behind me as if something had fallen to the concrete ground; before I could even react, a thin lightning bolt was hurled towards me and immediately coursed through my body, sending a shock all over me.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as I felt the hair around my body rise as I felt my head bobbing with my pupils rolling up to the roof of my head. When the electricity I had endured finally subsided, I realized that what I had just gone through was not enough to kill me, thankfully. Better have a few bruises than dying now. 

It was a weak thunder spell, but with the current state I'm in, it felt like an advanced lightning bolt had crackled through my body. Luckily, my barrier around the princes is strong enough to withstand this attack… However, I'm not sure if the strength of my barrier can endure any other strike stronger than what she had hurled at me.

My hands shook, and my body trembled as it followed the fast beating of my heart. My muscles are still convulsing uncontrollably after that strike I had just endured.  It's not hot—in fact, the catacomb is cold, but I'm sweating profusely. My eyes are bulging so much that I could feel it escaping my eye socket. What is happening to me? Is this the effect of her spell, or is this my body finally surrendering to my enemy?

I can't tell anymore.

I tried to call my orbs, but nothing. They're not returning to me. It's as if my orbs had suddenly stopped answering my command.

My feet gave in. My knees finally hit the ground while my spit slowly drips from my mouth alongside my sweat.

I looked at the giant bride in front of me, but I can't quite see her. The dust around her that was caused by her fall created a makeshift mist of gravel all around her. The touch of the shadows and the kiss of darkness covering the upper part of my body accompanied it.

The only thing I could see is her wrinkly vagina and her old and spent blackened legs as well as her muddied feet filled with dirt and shit.

I tried to call my orbs once again but to no avail. They are not returning to me at all. What's happening? Where are they? I can still fight; I can still do this!

Then I heard her chuckle, and she slowly approached me, stopping only a few meters away from me. She's so near that I could smell the fishy aroma all around her.

"Myyyy tuurrrrnnnn!" She said with her hands wide open as I noticed that the state of her face had worsened considerably. As if her face is not fucked enough, it turned even uglier because of the many ways I bombarded the mistake that is her countenance with all the spells that I have left, which I do not at all regret. Seeing how stupider her face is now, I can assure myself that the wound, the lump, the swelling, the blood, the bruises all over her face proved that my attacks are effective—again, no regrets.

It's just not sufficient enough to end her for good. Just how tough is she, just how powerful...?

Who is she?

She shakes her hands to scatter the specks of dust sitting on off her palms. She then wipes her hands on her already blackened wedding dress, further soiling her already filthy outfit. 

Wait… Dust? Dust on her palms…

That's when I realized… Those are not dust and gravel. The thin mist of dirt that's partly hiding her silhouette is not from the bothered dust around the mausoleum.

Those are the broken fragments of my orbs, shattered into dust, flying around her—another irrelevant speck in the wind.

All of them are gone except for one.

"Soooo thiiisss violet oooooorb is the quueeeen's ooooorb?" She chuckled as she looked at the one last remaining devil's shit on her hand. "The greatest treaaaaassuuurreee in the kingdooooom!"

She tried crushing it with all her might, but the queen's orb is nothing like any other devil's shit. It's tough, almost unbreakable. The only one of its kind in this world, the strongest razheema one could ever see!

"Well," The bride pondered before continuing, "It's not as strong as my stoneeeyyyy!"

What?

As she said so, she placed the orb on the ground and took the enormous gleaming stone sitting on her back, and with all the force a giantess like her could muster, she swung the rock like a hammer and used it to crush the queen's orb, shattering it into million particles in the air.