DMZ, Village Entrance
"ATTAAAACK!"
Hundreds of centaur warriors and mounted mercenaries thundered into the DMZ, their hooves and boots tearing through 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.
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All around, villagers tried to fight with forks, shovels, or whatever they could use as a weapon, while the more educated villagers, few in number, cast fireballs, ice spikes, or other attack magic at their assailants.
"FUCK! IF ONLY I HAD MY AXE!" one resisting man cursed his situation before a mounted raider's strike separated his head from his body.
Their weapons had all been confiscated by the demons earlier as part of the makeover deal, with the excuse that a weapon to kill doesn't reflect a happy family.
"WHERE ARE THE SOLDIERS!?" one man screamed, while another shoved past him.
"Fuck this, I'm outta here," decided the other men, choosing to flee.
Meanwhile, the demons weren't faring any better. Jehovah's Accusess—those cheerful door-knocking zealots—were being cut down by the raiders.
"Sir! Please! We come in peace! We only wish to share the words of—ARGH—!"
A sword slashed the demon.
"I got a demon! HAHAHA!" the raider cheered. He sliced off the horns and tail, then split the torso open with childish curiosity.
"Hmm, strange… hey! This one doesn't have any crystal," he said.
"I know, other guys are saying the same thing," his companion replied. "None of these demons have a crystal."
"Tch, that's the pricey part," said the raider, feeling disappointed.
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A few hundred meters away, three Jehovah's Accusess were cornered. The eldest, robes torn and glowing, managed to conjure a shimmering shield.
"Don't worry, children, I can hold this for a long time. Our Demon God is protecting us."
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Rocky Hill Overwatch
One kilometer away, a demon sniper from the Rangers 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 divine protection—but they didn't question miracles when they benefited. 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 didn'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 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 grabbed the popcorn without leaving her eyes off 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 connected to the internet. It'll be released to the public soon."
"Hmph, another Solo-Bub 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?"
Belphy's attention was drawn to one of the monitors showing a human girl running.
"Well, well. Our heroine arrives." Belphy grinned.
He flicked 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 two 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 gold spilled everywhere.
"Hahaha, jackpot! You even bring loot with you."
She bit his hand hard until the raider's blood started 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 was weak enough, the raider then started making his way and tearing Ivy's panties while stripping his own pants.
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FOB Doors, Production Control Room
"Hannya, tell our guy to give her some kind of weapon. Make it look natural."
"Got it."
Hannya relayed Belphy's request to the military using her own headphone.
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DMZ Alleyway
Above Ivy and her assailant, there were two Delta Force hiding on the roof.
"Where the hell are we supposed to find a 'natural weapon'?" one operator whispered irritably.
"…hey, maybe that stick can work? I think it's pointy enough."
The operator took the stick and carefully dropped it so it landed close enough to Ivy.
Thud
Ivy saw the stick. The raider didn't.
"Hehehe… now, be good. If you're tasty enough, maybe I'll—"
He never finished.
Ivy surged up and rammed the stick straight through his dick.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
Then she stabbed again.
And again.
And again.
"AAAAGHHH! NO! STOP PLEASE—!!" screamed the raider.
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Murica, Same Bar
"KYAAA~"
Every man in the room whimpered and cupped their crotch instinctively.
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The Black House, Master Bedroom
"KYAA~"
Solo screams with a girly voice and clutching his face.
Lilith leaned forward eagerly.
"THAT'S IT, GIRL! 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 again and didn't look back.
The sniper spotter noticed movement in the distance—three centaurs closing fast on Ivy's path. These guys were bad news for the heroine. No rape, pure slaughter.
"Take them."
"…ready," the shooter replied.
"Send them."
BANG.
A centaur's head exploded like a piñata.
BANG.
Another had a soccer-ball-sized hole punched through his torso.
The third, not understanding what hit his friends, decided to dash away at speed. A correct decision, as a bullet flying behind his head missed the intended target and hit a wall.
Pssht Pssht Pssht
But three suppressed bursts from nearby HK416s shredded him mid-stride.
"Target's down," one delta force said. "Kovalski, you owe me a drink for cleaning your mess."
"…fuck off," replied his comm.
The delta fprce's chuckled.
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FOB Doors, Production Control Room
"Time for the finale," Belphy said. "Send in the knights."
3 miles from the DMZ
"WE GOT THE GREEN LIGHT! EVERYONE MOVE OUT!"
Humvees and APCs roared to life—Rangers en route for tonight's "mission." PFC Bella sat in a Humvee, muttering her lines.
"Oh no… they are killing the enemy… no, the enemy… no-shit—"
DMZ, Village Center
The raider captain spotted the incoming convoy.
"Hmph. Demon chariots glow like a damn lighthouse. No stealth at night. Tell everyone we're done here—retreat."
"Yes, Cap'n!"
15 Minutes Later
Rangers poured into the DMZ, squads spreading out with assigned cameramen in tow.
They started to sweep the village. Inside a tent, a few raiders were still looting.
"What th—"
BANG BANG BANG BANG
"Clear!"
They moved on.
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PFC Bella and her squad swept through the road carefully. The cameraman kept his lens glued to her face, making her visibly dizzy.
"KYAAAA! HEEELP!"
Everyone froze. The screams came from a group of people running in their direction.
"Contact, 10 o'clock," said the squad captain.
All of the squad aimed in the same direction and saw Ivy sprinting toward them—six mounted raiders behind her.
"GRAB HER! BRING HER TO CAMP!" one raider shouted.
"He—HEY LOOK! DEMON SOLDIERS!" another yelled as they realized they had company.
Bella's squad hesitated—their objective blocked their shots.
"Pe-permission to engage??" Bella choked.
"Are you stupid?? That's Damsel! We can't risk shooting at her."
Bella's eye twitched.
"Uugh… AH, SCREW IT."
She unfurled her wings and sprang into the air.
With a perfect vantage point, she aimed her M240L.
"Much better."
RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA—
A biblical storm of bullets shredded raiders and horses alike. Limbs, dust, and gore exploded everywhere.
"NYAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she laughed maniacally.
When her ammo belt finally emptied, she descended beside Ivy, her face gleaming.
"Aaaah, that was so refreshing."
"Umm… thanks?" Ivy was still confused by the situation.
"Oh—sorry if I scared you! I was having a very bad week on the training ground."
Bella then remembered that the camera had been pointing at her all this time. Her confidence evaporated instantly.
She stiffly faced the lens.
"Err… umm… o-oh NO! WE ARE KILLING THE CIVILIANS!"
She yelled 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! WE'RE FILING A COMPLAINT!"