DMZ, Village Entrance
"ATTAAAACK!"
Hundreds of centaur warriors and mounted mercenaries thundered into the DMZ, their hooves and boots tearing throught tents and bodies alike. Flames spread fast. Screams spread faster. The raiders hacked down anything that moved.
"Cap'n, our boys made contact with the demons-they're running like cowards! We even got a few already, still hunting the rest!"
The raiding captain grinned.
"Hah! When the report said those new guards weren't carrying muskets, I worried they'd fight with some fancy magic. Good. Orders stay the same-kill the demons first, then everyone else. Go."
"Yes, sir!"
The lieutenant rode back toward the burning tents, laughing as he yelled instructions.
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The Raiders are sweeping the village door to door, killing men and children whether they are resisting or not, and raping the female inhabitants no matter what their age.
The beastwoman from earlier was pinned beneath a pile of raiders, her "husband" and "son" lying cold beside her.
"Ah… Ah… P-Please… Do whatever you want… just don't kill me… ah… I can always-"
"You're noisy." The raider muttered, and slit her throat without slowing his thrusts.
She choked on blood, body twitching weakly while the man kept using her.
All around, villagers tried to fight with forks, shovels, or whatever they can make as a weapon, while the more educated villagers, "which are few in number," shoot fireballs, ice spikes, or whatever attack magic they can at their assailants.
"FUCK! IF ONLY I HAD MY AXE!" One of the resisting men curses his situation before his head gets separated from his body by one of the mounted raiders.
Their weapons had all been confiscated by the demons earlier as part of the makeover deals, saying that a weapon to kill doesn't reflect a happy family.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE THE SOLDIERS!?" one man screamed before another shoved past him.
"Fuck this, I'm outta here," the other men deciding to bail out.
Meanwhile, the demons weren't doing any better than the villagers. Jehovah's Accusess-those cheerful door-knocking zealots-were being killed left and right by the raiders.
"Sir! Please! We come in peace! We only wish to share the words of-ARGH-!"
A sword slash the demon.
"I got a demon! HAHAHA!" the raider cheered. He sliced off the horns and tail, then cracked open the torso with childish curiosity.
"Hmm, strange… hey! This one doesn't have any crystal,".
"I know, other guys are also saying the same thing." His companion said. "None of these demons have a crystal."
"Tch, that's the pricey part," said the raider, feeling disappointed.
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A few hundreds meters away, three Jehovah Accusess were cornered. The eldest, managed to conjure a shimmering shield.
"Don't worry, childrens, I can do this for a long time. Our Demon God is protecting us,"
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Rocky Hill Overwatch
One kilometres away, a demon sniper from the Ranger exhaled
"…ready."
"Send it," the spotter murmured.
BANG.
His TAC-50 sniper rifle roared
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DMZ Village
The magic shield shattered like glass.
The priest blinked. "Huh-?"
The raiders charged in screaming, hacking the trio to pieces. They had no idea why their prey suddenly lost their protection-but they didn't question miracles when they benefiited.
What they didn't notice was the "security camera" perched on a pole nearby, capturing everything.
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Murica, A bar somewhere in southern Murica
All of the customers sat frozen, eyes glued to the TV. They don't want to miss any moment of the show.
"Man… this is insane…" one whispered
"I know. Production value is off the charts."
"EXCUSE ME! Can I get a beer-"
"SSSHHHH!"
The entire bar hissed at him. He lowered his hand apologetically and didn't dare to speak again.
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The Black House, Master Bedroom
Solo and Lilith sat cross-legged on the couch. A massive bowl of popcorn sat on Solo's lap. Sometimes Lilith grabs the popcorn without leaving her eye on the screen.
"KYAA~" she shrieked, hiding behind Solo's arm before peeking again.
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FOB Doors, Production Control Room
"Cam 2, pan left! Stay with the mounted rider!"
"Cam 6, give me that establishing shot-no, THAT tent, the one on fire!"
"CAM 3! IF YOU DON'T FIX THAT FOCUS I'LL USE YOUR FUCKING EYEBALLS AS LENSES!"
Belphy barked orders like a deranged conductor. Beside him, Hannya scrolled on an iPad.
"What's that… thing?" Belphy asked.
"It's called a tablet. Basically like a mini computer that can connect with any other computer that's connected to the internet. It'll be released to the public soon."
"Hmph, another Solo-Bub's plaything. But it's too small. Who watches a movie on that?."
"There will be a smaller version of these called a smartphone."
"I can't keep up with you people."
"Sir-we just hit thirty million viewers."
"Ooh, not bad. Hm?"
Belpyh's attention got distracted by one of the monitors that was showing a human girl running.
"Well, well. Our heroine arrives." Belphy grinned.
He flicks his finger at Hannya.
"Hannya, tell the military. Damsel is in play. Switcher-cut to Cam 14 in 3… 2… 1… go!"
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DMZ Alleyway
Ivy sprinted through the narrow streets from 2 raiders while clutching her gold pouch.
"SHE'S HEADING THAT WAY," a raider shouted.
Ivy darted into a cramped alley and hid behind a crate. The raiders thundered past.
She exhaled-
-and froze as another raider stepped into the alley behind her.
"ACK!"
The raider tackled Ivy down and pinned her with his weight. Her golds spilled everywhere.
"Hahaha, jackpot! You even bring loot with you."
She bit his hand hard until the raider's blood starts dripping, but he barely flinched.
"Aaahaha, a wild one, eh?"
He hammered fists into her stomach.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
"Oof-ah-hhh-"
Every time the punch landed, the pain made Ivy slowly lose her energy.
"Don't worry, I won't ruin your cute face,"
Feeling that Ivy is weak enough, the raider then starts making his way and tearing Ivy's panties and stripping his own pants.
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FOB Doors, Production Control Room
"Hannya," Belphy said calmly, eyes on the monitor, "tell our guy to give her some kind of weapon. Make it look natural."
"Got it."
Hannya adjusted her headset and relayed Belphy's request to the military channel without changing her expression.
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DMZ Alleyway
Above Ivy and her assailant, two Delta Force operators lay flat on a rooftop, barely breathing.
"Where the hell are we supposed to find a natural weapon?" one Delta whispered irritably.
The other Delta scanned the roof.
"…Hey. That stick. Looks pointy enough."
"…You're kidding."
"I am not."
The Delta carefully nudged the stick off the edge of the roof, calculating the drop.
Thud.
The stick landed close to Ivy.
Ivy saw it.
The raider didn't.
"Hehehe… now be good," the raider said, stepping closer. "If you're tasty enough, maybe I'll—"
He never finished.
Ivy surged upward and rammed the stick straight through his dick.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
She stabbed again.
And again.
And again.
"AAAAGHHH! NO! STOP—PLEASE!!" the raider screamed.
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Murica, Same Bar
"KYAAA~"
Every man in the room whimpered.
Every man instinctively cupped his crotch.
No exceptions.
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The Black House, Master Bedroom
"KYAA~!"
Solo screamed in a distinctly girly voice, clutching his face.
Lilith leaned forward eagerly, eyes shining.
"THAT'S IT, GIRL!" she shouted. "STAB HIM RIGHT IN THE BALLS! MUAHAHAHA!"
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DMZ Alleyway
Ivy staggered to her feet, panting, drenched in her rapist's blood.
She ran.
She didn't look back.
From the overwatch, the sniper spotter noticed movement farther down the alley—three centaurs closing fast on Ivy's path.
Bad news.
For the heroine, these weren't the kind who played games. No rape, pure slaughter.
"Take them." The spotter said.
"…Ready," The sniper replied.
"Send them."
BANG.
A centaur's head exploded like a piñata.
BANG.
Another had a soccer-ball-sized hole punched clean through his torso.
The third centaur froze, staring at what used to be his friends.
Then he ran.
A correct decision.
A bullet flew just behind his head, missing and slamming into a wall instead.
Pssht. Pssht. Pssht.
But three suppressed bursts from nearby swiftly shredded him mid-stride.
"Target's down," one Delta Force said calmly. "Kovalski, you owe me a drink for cleaning your mess."
"…Fuck off," came the reply over comms.
The Delta's chuckled.
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FOB Doors, Production Control Room
"Time for the finale," Belphy said, clapping once. "Send in the knights."
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3 Miles from the DMZ
"WE GOT THE GREEN LIGHT! EVERYONE MOVE OUT!"
Humvees and APCs roared to life as Rangers mobilized for tonight's mission.
Meanwhile, PFC Bella sat rigid in a Humvee, muttering her lines under her breath.
"Oh no… they are killing the enemy… no, the enemy… no—shit—"
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DMZ, Village Center
The raider captain spotted the incoming convoy in the distance.
"Hmph," he snorted. "Demon chariots glow like a damn lighthouse. No stealth at night."
He turned sharply.
"Tell everyone we're done here. Retreat." He roared.
"Yes, Cap'n!"
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15 Minutes Later
Rangers poured into the DMZ, squads fanning out with assigned cameramen jogging closely behind them.
The sweep began immediately.
Inside one of the tents, a few raiders were still looting.
"What th—"
BANG BANG BANG BANG
"Clear!"
The squad moved on without slowing.
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Meanwhile PFC Bella and her squad advanced carefully down a road.
The cameraman stayed glued to Bella's face, so close that it was making her visibly dizzy.
"KYAAAA! HEEELP!"
Everyone froze.
The scream came from a group of people running straight toward them.
"Contact, ten o'clock," the squad captain said.
The squad raised their weapons in unison.
Ivy burst into view, sprinting desperately toward them.
Six mounted raiders thundered behind her.
"GRAB HER! BRING HER TO CAMP!" one raider shouted.
"He—HEY LOOK! DEMON SOLDIERS!" another yelled as they finally noticed the squad.
Bella's team hesitated.
Their objective was directly in the line of fire.
"Pe-permission to engage?" Bella choked out.
"Are you stupid?" the captain snapped. "That's the damsel! We can't risk shooting her!"
Bella's eye twitched.
"Uuugh… AH, SCREW IT."
She unfurled her wings and launched herself into the air.
From above, she adjusted her grip on the M240L.
"Much better." She grin.
RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA—
A biblical storm of bullets tore through raiders and horses alike. Limbs, dust, and gore exploded everywhere.
"NYAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Bella laughed maniacally.
When her ammo belt finally ran dry, she descended beside Ivy, her face positively gleaming.
"Aaaah, that was so refreshing."
"Umm… thanks?" Ivy said hesitantly.
"Oh—sorry if I scared you!" Bella said brightly. "I was having a very bad week on the training ground."
Then Bella remembered the camera.
Still pointing directly at her.
All her confidence vanished instantly.
She stiffened and turned toward the lens.
"Err… umm… o-oh NO! WE ARE KILLING THE CIVILIANS!"
She screamed this while standing knee-deep in blood, bone shards, and mangled raider meat.
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FOB Doors, Production Control Room
Belphy ripped off his headset and slammed it onto the floor.
"WRITE THAT GIRL'S NAME AND RANK!" he roared.
"WE'RE FILING A COMPLAINT!"