"Before the collapse of society, before the destruction of the
United States, before everything, "The Whispering Children Of Miona" was close
to the same level as the "Children of God" cult but was rising like the Mason
Family Cult. So many fools believed in this cult lifestyle, somebody wanted to
be liberated, and so many believed in a deity beyond one's comprehension. So
many were forced to believe in this cult because of Miona, Goddess of Tranquility; they were forced to think that she
was the savior in the next generation and those hoping for salvation for so
much more, giving back to one another, and taking for those who don't deserve
it. Love is shared, and instincts bring on desires. Things got worse when they
began sacrificing children, and if the child died, they just made it almost
like war paint or even an aphrodisiac for their orgies. One child, in
particular, in the year 1995, was born during an orgy, but instead of crying,
he was cackling like a mad hyena demon. Their minds shattered; they believed
that there was no way Miona would bestow upon them a monster. They tortured the
child, stabbed it, burned it, and even tried to drown it, but the child would
not die. It came to the point where they wanted to dispose of this monster by
calling Miona. When she appeared, they finally realized the truth about
Miona. Indeed, Miona is a goddess, but after she is deceived and poisoned
by her lover, she loses her child and all hope. She is no longer one of
tranquility but one of curses and deaths. The child before them was a living
curse for their misdeeds and actions throughout the United States. They cursed
her name and wanted the child disposed of, but instead, Miona had something
else in mind, cursing them all to be damned for all eternity in this cult; it
was created by lies to be burned to the ground. That very night, the entire
cult was burned to the ground, along with everyone who was ever associated with
it. They were either burned or forced to be hanged by the big healing tree.
When the police and the firefighters came to check out the scene of the
crime, the only one who survived was the cursed child. He was smiling
adorably while being held by the remains of his mother, a burned skeleton, just
like the others…. Since that day, the child by the name of Cult has been sent
to many orphanages, foster homes, schools, on the streets, and juvenile
detention centers. Everywhere he went, death followed. A wanted child, a wanted
teen, then a wanted man. He was truly a curse and a plague on humanity;
It only worsened when the worlds collided. Cult, in his 20s, was put into a
Maximum Prison for five years and was able to survive thanks to his Curse
ability to activate before nearly getting raped by his cellmate and others. He
cursed them to death and left out the front door but was surprised to see the
wasteland filled with monsters of many kinds. Still, that surprise didn't last
long as he smirked, walking into the new landscape that was no longer the
United States of America but the despairing nature of The Dead Lands.."
Remmi explained this through a hologram in front of Bambii and
everyone else. They all described their situation, but this guy, Cult, had been
unstable since he was born. Cult even had a bounty on his head before he was
taken to the maximum prison and after the collision. Remmi wanted to make sure
every one of those bastards paid dearly for hurting his friends; some were
traumatized while others were damaged sexually as they genuinely did not
understand why this was happening to them. Bambii, on the other hand, couldn't
hear anything after knowing that the man she had been sleeping with was indeed
a criminal and a stalker, but something in her also felt a little sorry for
Bambii. No parents to love him? No one to guide him? Has Cult ever known love?
Bambii thought back to her own life, where anything that she ever wanted was
given to her by her misogynistic father, who was once a delinquent who became
an entrepreneur and wealthy. But even with the relationship barrier between her
and her father, Bambii could tell that he still loved her and would do anything
to protect her. Whether she was a stripper or a streamer, her father became her
biggest fan and supported her entire career, making her realize that the two
were indeed opposites. "Like!
We should bounce to a cuter hotel or even hit up that super quaint village
nearby 'cause this is, like, WAY too much, you know?"
Said Crystal, who got double penetrated by an ogre and a Minotaur
throughout that night while the others were in agreement, but Bambii was
silent. "Like,
I need some time to think…"
Little did any of them know, Cult was listening the entire time as
he was shaking with unstable rage and a dark aura that made many guests in the
hotel feel afraid. He even held a bouquet of man-eating roses with thorns that
he picked himself, but the once man-eating flowers were now scared out of their
wits by this energy; they were whimpering like scared puppies. This jealousy
and rage were not just from the fact that he could lose Bambi but the fact that
this guy was trying to put a wall between him and his love, "Don't worry,
Bambii, I will protect you." Bambii could only smile that Remmi cared about her
and everyone else while she was still conflicted. But the moment Remmi touched
Bambii's cheek gently, Cult felt his anger almost boiling over as he gripped
the wall, watching the scene play out and crushed part of it, but it quickly
disappeared before any of them could see him. He walked away with rage and
anger, "If
that's the way he wants to play it and that's the way it will be played, but he
forgot one thing; he is the rock in this game while I'm the king who will
conquer the queen in this game." Cult's
grip on the man-eating bouquet was scorched into black flames until ashes were
left.
A few hours had passed. Bambii hesitated to return to her room but
went anyway to see what had happened. She was surprised to find her room
cleaner than before, and Cult was nowhere to be found. "Like, where did he go?"
Bambii indeed worried about Cult, but she did not understand why
she worried about a man who took advantage of her. She ended up nodding off
onto the bed and falling into a deep sleep. Meanwhile, Remmi was playing his
guitar. Everything was packed, and he was ready to leave for another hotel or
wherever, but he got a text message from an unknown number.
[????: Before the sun
goes down, meet me in the Forest close to the Demon King's kingdom.]
[GOATmanRemmi: Who is
this? How did you get this number?]
[????: Don't ask
questions you may not like the answers to. I know you don't want anything
terrible to happen to friends, let alone your harem, Remmi.]
Remmi's temper flared like a blazing wildfire whenever anyone
dared to threaten him. But what truly ignited his fury was the thought of
anyone targeting his friends—or worse, his harem. Frustration surged through
him as he attempted to make contact again, only to be met with silence and the
unmistakable feeling that it was Cult behind it. "Damnit!" he growled, the tension coiling in his
chest.
With a flick of his lighter, he lit a cigarette and inhaled
deeply, the smoke curling around him like a dark shroud. After the last puff,
he exhaled through his nostrils, his mind racing. He stashed his guitar away,
but not before flipping it to reveal a hidden compartment that most would
overlook. As he pried it open, his eyes widened in anticipation. Inside lay
bundles of cash and a notebook filled with striking lyrics—but that wasn't all.
There, gleaming menacingly in the shadows, was a battle axe guitar—a weapon of
sound, a tool of vengeance. "I
never thought I'd have to use this," Remmi murmured, adrenaline sparking in
his veins as he prepared for the storm to come. He put on his jacket and tuned
up his "beast of nature", closing the door behind him after sending a text
message to Bambii…
Throughout that day, both of them got themselves ready. Remmi
practiced his guitar to get the flow rolling and appreciate his target. Cult,
on the other hand, was working on something. He had a bunch of material in his
dark apartment and was using a sewing machine while his walkie-talkie picked up
a woman sleeping. That's right, the other one was underneath Bambii's bed. Cult
had a devious smile on his face the entire time, looking at the time
constantly, waiting for the show to begin.
When the time came, Remmi was the second to arrive while Cult sat
underneath the tree filled with skeletons hanging by a black rope, listening to
Bambii sleep.
"Dude, do you think she likes this, likes you? Do you truly
believe that she wants you?!" Remmi wanted an answer, as he could only see a stick man who was
dangerous to his friend. Cult went from twisted joy to silence; he turned off
the walkie-talkie and put it in his back pocket. "Do you know it's inappropriate to
meddle in other people's affairs? Besides, she loves me and doesn't need
someone like you in her circle." Remmi
didn't want to hear more nonsense, but Cult continued, "Have you ever been stuck in the
darkness for so long that you never noticed the light? Nobody wanted me or even
tried to understand me. All they saw was a curse or a jinx on their way of
life. The way you look at me, I'm used to it, and the way you're angry wanting
to teach me a lesson is negotiable, but when it comes to Bambi, she was the
first light in my life, AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF YOU GET IN THE WAY OF MY
HAPPINESS WITH MY WOMAN! …Even if it means killing anyone in the process…" Cult who was giving edge lord vibes
towards Remmi, was honestly getting annoyed. The way that Cult talked about
Remmi's friend pissed him off, and when he's pissed off, the more Remmi puts
himself in a furious mood. "THAT'S
ENOUGH! If you don't listen to what I say, I guess I'll have to knock some
sense into you so you'll leave my friend alone! Especially Bam-" Before he could finish that sentence,
Cult speed blitzed him, going for a punch! " DON'T YOU DARE SAY HER FUCKING NAME!!"
Luckily, Remmi could use his head (literally) to deflect the
attack, sending both of them staggering backward 10 feet away from each other.
Both of them were ready for a fight, but the one smiling the most was Remmi, as
he had a plan. "Good
punch, I'll give you that, but not as strong as my head!" Remmi replied in a chill yet cocky
sort of way, with his eyes pointing down at the nail-crushed hand of Cult that
was gushing blood. Cult looked down at his hand, and he could only chuckle at
the look of it, then spoke, {HEALING CURSE} With a little bit of dark
magic from the dark arts themselves, he was able to use a simple curse to heal
himself. Remmi knew he would have to go the extra mile for a monster like this.
So, Remmi started doing what he did best: strumming up his guitar and making
storm clouds appear but with thunder cracking. His eyes were closed while he
was trimming his strings, and they lit up. Once Remmi opened his eyes, the song
and the battle began:
**DEATH TO STALKER**
(Verse 1)
Creep in the shadows, lurking like a rat,
Behind your mask, you think you're all that,
Time's run out, your reign's about to fall,
We're rising up, we hear the battle call!
The undead rose from the ground, attacking Cult, but they were
quickly taken care of, and more tried to keep him in place. Remmi was in the
air, ready to hit an electric ask attack, but Cult's backflip kick kicked him
in the chin with an added cursed fireball attack. Smoke filled the area, which
made Cult smirk sinisterly. "Too easy." But then the Ax guitar started playing louder,
which sent out sonic slashes by Remmi that Cult had to dodge.
(Chorus)
Death to Stalker, hear the sirens wail,
Your twisted games, we'll tear down the veil!
No more hiding; we can smell your fear,
In this punk storm, we're the ones who steer!
This turned into an all-out fight of endurance in the clashing of
weapons: Remmi's Beast of Nature (the ax guitar) vs. Cult's Lovely (the Cursed
Sacrificial Knife). It is truly a battle between a bard and a rogue.
(Verse 2)
You think you own the night, but we own the fight,
In the darkest corners, we bring the light,
Chains of deception, we're breaking them now,
With fists raised high, we won't take a bow!
(Chorus)
Death to Stalker, hear the sirens wail,
Your twisted games, we'll tear down the veil!
No more hiding, we can smell your fear,
In this punk storm, we're the ones who steer!
Once in the forest, Cult chased after Remmi, who kept strumming on
his guitar and even started cutting vines. This led to trees coming out of
nowhere, hitting Cult left and right, along with Remmi's voice, causing plants
and tree life to go and attack Cult in a frenzy.
(Bridge)
From the ashes we rise, rage in our veins,
We'll drag you down, while you choke on your chains,
No mercy, no pity, your time's come and gone,
In this heavy metal thrash, you'll scream till you're gone!
Cult was taking the attack head-on, with not much of a plan and
not much to know about his enemy. He didn't even see the next attack coming
when Remmi slashed him across the face as if he were trying to hit a home run!
Cult looked like he was down, but Remmi called the Bears into the forest to
take care of Cult and ensure that he stayed down. So, in a state of hunger, the
bears quickly began mauling Cult. It seemed to be a win for Remmi until the
Bears quickly started puking up black liquids in the shadows and died, leading
to Cult enraged, jumping up high after Remmi in the trees, using shadow claws
to take out anything trying to stop him!
(Chorus)
Death to Stalker, hear the sirens wail,
Your twisted games, we'll tear down the veil!
No more hiding, we can smell your fear,
In this punk storm, we're the ones who steer!
Cult was close, but the moment he cut the throat of Remmi, it
turned out to be an illusion. Before Cult could fully process his bolt of
lightning cracked down on his back nearly sending him down to the ground once
more but the grass was green long ss. Just then, more lightning started
crashing down upon the tree which quickly went down and began rolling down a
hill of grass spikes. To make sure that it was permanent, Remmi summoned a
magic hand to crash down onto the tree and Cult 10 times. Truly believing that
it was over…
(Outro)
So raise your voices, let the truth be heard,
Chains of the stalker, they're now just a blur,
We'll fight together, united we stand,
Death to Stalker, take back our land!
As soon as those lyrics were spoken, two grenades that were on
Cult's earrings appeared right before Remmi's eyes leading to an explosion that
sent him up into the air so he could dodge the attack but was quickly slashed
across the chest sending him down from the tallest tree in the forest to the
ground with a loud thud. But before Cult could deliver the final blow, Remmi
yelled at the top of his lungs while Cult roared black flames from his mouth
with all his might even with his eardrums blowing out he was still roaring. The
collision led to a full-on explosion destroying many trees and animals which
led to a curse upon the forest which went along with the destruction….
Throughout the debris, Cult seemed to be stuck in his trap which was his
beartraps planted, his arms and legs were stuck in place, his spine was
completely fractured and his necklace snapped as he was truly demobilized. He
couldn't even lift his gun, but as Cult was still trying to move Remmi could be
heard strumming his guitar and having severe burns and had a limp but he was
still standing. He walked over to Colt, pissed off and wanting to kill this
guy.
(Spoken Fade
Out)
Yeah, you thought you could win, you thought you could play,
But now we're here to take your game away...
Death to Stalker!
The sound of the ax guitar going down mixed with the roar of
thunder cracking, meanwhile Bambii woke up to the sound of thunder. She looked
around, seeing that the sun had gone down and the lights had turned red. "Like, was I snoozin' the whole
day? Like, totally need a shower~" After a shower, Bambii came out
and went to look at her phone just to find a text message from Remmi:
[GOATmanRemmi:
Bambii, I'm off to fight your stalker as I sent you the details of the flights
out of the dead land and back to Ideal Nation, make sure you get there before
nine.]
Bambii hurriedly gathered her belongings, her fingers deftly
maneuvering through her essentials as she slipped into a shimmering pink dress
that hugged her figure perfectly. In a flurry, she applied her makeup with the
help of a special spell, the bright colors enhancing her features to give her a
radiant glow. Her hair cascaded in soft waves, each strand falling perfectly
into place just as she wanted.
With one last glance in the mirror, she closed her apartment door
behind her and darted towards the elevator, her heart racing with anticipation.
As the elevator descended, her gaze inadvertently drifted down to her chest, a
feeling of emptiness settling over her. Pouting slightly, she couldn't shake
the nagging thought that something was missing. Perhaps it was the comforting
presence of her followers—she lamented that they might be drifting away, losing
interest in her absence.
When the elevator doors finally slid open with a soft ding, Bambii
stepped into the lobby, only to be met with a startling sight. There stood
Cult, looking a bit disheveled, the remnants of his recent battle evident in
the way his clothes clung to him and the bruises marking his skin. His
expression revealed a mixture of weariness and determination, instantly drawing
her attention as her worries momentarily faded in the wake of his presence."Going
somewhere, babe?" Bambii was shaking from those words,
leaving her terrified of what might happen, but for some reason she was also
excited where her panties were becoming soaked and her nipples were almost
see-through since she forgot to wear a bra. he smelled of blood and debris as
if he just came back from war but something happened. Before she could try to
leave out the elevator he stopped her by putting his arm out and pressing the
button back up to their room's floor.
[48 Minutes Ago]
As Remmi swung his ax-guitar down onto Cult's head, he was shocked
to see it vanish into a swirling cloud of smoke. The astonishment quickly
morphed into searing pain as he felt a cold blade pierce his back. He couldn't
muster a yell or even a whisper; the agony constricted his vocal cords. As he
struggled to keep the knife embedded, his foot suddenly landed on a bear trap.
The vicious snap of the trap yanked the knife out with brutal force, causing
him to crumple to the ground as the sky opened up and rain began to pour.
Cult, refusing to relent, pulled out a gun he affectionately
dubbed the "Love Bite" and aimed it at Remmi's limbs, firing with
deliberate precision. The bullets struck his arms and legs, bringing a new wave
of torment. "You're probably wondering how I'm still here," Cult taunted, his
voice dripping with dark amusement. "While you were swinging your weapon around
recklessly, I tossed my knife away, allowing me to shift from the danger while
leaving a cursed duplicate to take the hit. Maybe if you had clearer thoughts,
you'd have sensed something was off."
Remmi coughed, blood mingling with the raindrops on his lips,
yet he managed a laugh, a hollow sound against the backdrop of the storm. "You think
that will make her love you? Killing me and the others? You're only ensuring
she'll despise you…" His words were a calculated jab, meant to irritate Cult,
and they had the desired effect as he saw the rage flicker in Cult's eyes,
especially when Remmi mentioned Bambii.
Instead of exploding in anger, Cult's face twisted into a grim
determination. He released the bear trap and dragged Remmi roughly to a nearby
tree. "Hold still," he commanded as he pointed an ominous spell,
{Cursed Healing, Slow}, at Remmi's shattered body. To Remmi's disbelief, this
relentless stalker was now forcing a strange healing upon him, stitching up
wounds even as the pain continued to gnaw at his insides. Cult leaned closer,
his breath hot against Remmi's ear, sending an involuntary shiver down his
spine. "I'm only doing this so you can linger a bit longer. I still love
Bambii, and I need her to see me as something other than a monster. But don't
fool yourself into thinking this is an act of kindness. You thought you had a
clever plan to get everyone out of the Dead Lands safely, without factoring in
one little detail."
Terrified, Remmi's mind raced to Bambii, who he remembered was
fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the chaos unfolding. With a surge of
adrenaline, he tried to rise, to strum his guitar and summon help, but Cult was
quicker. He clamped a hand over Remmi's mouth, whispering the words of another
dark spell: {Monster Curse, Blood Harvest}. Pain surged through Remmi's body as
he felt himself unravel and then painfully reconstruct, like a puppet
controlled by an unseen hand. The world around him darkened as he succumbed to
unconsciousness, overwhelmed by torment and despair.
"Take a rest; you've earned it," Cult murmured, a sinister
cheerfulness lacing his tone. "I'll be sure to say hi to my darling for you."
As he walked away, humming a twisted wedding tune, the storm raged on, a
fitting backdrop to the sinister fate that awaited them all.
Bambii was still trembling but the elevator stopped as he tried to
press the button repeatedly, She stopped when she heard Cult's voice, "You were planning to go on a trip
without me baby?" His
voice was cold but she couldn't say anything as if something was stuck in her
throat but she shook her head trying to deny it. Cult grabbed Bambii's cheeks
with their lips close to one another and looked her dead in the eyes with a
creepy smile. "Well, I guess you're gonna have to prove
it."
Those words made Bambii confused and question work; but before she
knew it, Cult had stripped her and made Bambii kneel in the elevator while
covering her eyes with her left hand and sucking Cult's big cock while being
recorded live on her phone by this smug stalker in Cult. "Oh fuck, this mouth is addictive.
This is why I love my bimbo's mouth pussy." Bambii was enjoying that sensation and
trying to act angry with her facial expression but the more she took in the
aroma, the more Bambii took into her mouth trying to pull his massive black
cock in, balls included. This feeling was overly arousing to the point
where Cult grabbed Bambii by the pigtails and started pounding away at her
mouth, "It's
crazy how you no longer have the curse but you're still sucking my cock like a
slutty bimbo bitch." Bambii
couldn't argue with him because he was actually right as there was no gas in
this room to enhance her feelings and the brand on her chest was gone She was
giving in easily with her mouth and tongue enjoying it plus her pussy squirting
with his cock pounding away at her throat. Even to the point of snapping her
choker, pre-cum and drool were leaking onto Bambii's breast as she was going in
and out of a state of bliss. "FUCK
I'M
GONNA CUM! Take this load, my beautiful bimbo slut!" Bambii closed her eyes or covered
them, bracing for the climax. After an hour and 34 minutes, hot
semen went down her throat. Bambii could feel the hot sensation hitting her
stomach, the burning of her throat & her mind buzzing for more as her
tongue was instantly cleaning his cock. Bambii the idol, the one looking to
surround herself with stars was cleaning her stalker's cock while holding onto
every drop of his semen while trying to suck the Apple size tip. "That's right to swallow all of it.
That's right, clean it all up,
my love." He patted
her head which made her blush bright crimson and took his cock out of her mouth
which made her lips a little more puffy hair with her tongue hanging out. "Don't worry folks this is just the start of a
new stream as she and I are going to be doing a meeting ritual for a solid
three days straight, so stay tuned. My love, do you have anything to say to the
customers?"
Bambii was embarrassed but aroused with pubic hair and come
dripping from her chin, a puddle of her love nectar on the elevator floor &
her nipples erect; Bambii uncovered one of her eyes and give her fans the peace
sign, replying with a cute voice & the hearts in her eyes glowing bright,
showing she was love struck by this man's massive cock and authority, "Thank you for ,like, watching my
stream my cutiez, my darling stalker is going to stretch out my puzzy until
I'm, like, pregnant. Bye~~~"
Bambii gave a slutty smile before the stream came to an end…..
Cult was unaware that
this decision would ultimately prove to be his most significant error, leading
to his eventual decline. Someone influential was watching the stream
from start to finish, somebody worried about "his child", someone who would
stop at nothing to make sure that "his child" was safe…. The man picked up his
phone and booked a flight to the Dead Lands, as he was now pissed and on a
mission to get his daughter back because after all….This was Bambii's Big
Boss father!!!….