MCDWTBS Chapter 8
by VolareSilence was a lurking monster in the darkness, chewing away at the warmth in the female insectoid’s heart.
Edwin shivered slightly. The Duke’s Mansion would never let a male insectoid master feel cold, and how would the thick-skinned female insectoids and sub-males know what cold and warmth were?
But Edwin felt the warmth in his body, along with the warmth he had accumulated in the young male insectoid’s room these past few days, draining away bit by bit.
Female insectoids shouldn’t even be able to distinguish between cold and warmth, but in just a few days, he had forgotten what he was.
“Young Male Master won’t hit Ilia, don’t harbor any thoughts of taking advantage,” he said softly, while Sison was lost in thought, his bloodshot eyes staring dazedly at the bas-relief on the corridor wall, praising the Insectoid Mother. His shoulders gradually slumped, as if his spine had been removed:
“Will the Mother Goddess accept a tainted sub-male, for the sake of his youth?”
Edwin’s fists clenched at his sides: “The Mother Goddess isn’t here, Sison. Do you remember what Marshal Ax told us in the end? The Mother Goddess won’t favor us, we only have ourselves, and our comrades.”
In the darkness, he watched as the figure of his former military colleague dissolved into the shadows. Sison and he both belonged to the First Army. Not long after he joined the army, Sison, with the rank of Major General, left the army amidst the envious gazes of the female insectoids, because he had received the honor of becoming a male consort in the Duke’s Mansion.
That was the destination female insectoids longed for, not only the only panacea for them to escape death, but also the highest pursuit in their lives.
Years later, the Sison that Edwin saw in the Duke’s Mansion was long gone as the Imperial Major General. He was still beautiful and radiant, and after receiving the male insectoid’s favor, the shadow of death no longer haunted him. But he had become excessively quiet. Sometimes Edwin felt that his colleague had long since blended into the exquisite porcelain-white bas-reliefs on the walls of the Duke’s Mansion, forever flawless and immaculate.
But Edwin was far from being as perfect as Sison. He was too cold and stern, even the sound of his breathing was too noisy, and his appearance during torture was stiff, uninteresting, and devoid of beauty. The Duke loathed him, and seemed determined to send him to the Hall of Glory early, but Sison had bought him a few days of respite.
Edwin’s eyes lightly swept over the door behind him, and his mind conjured up the image of the soft, chubby young male insectoid sleeping with his white belly exposed. He turned his head and thought about that scene, so close yet so far, until the warmth on his chest, where the young male insectoid had rested his head, dissipated completely.
“You’re right, Edwin,” Sison’s voice was like a stagnant pool. He turned his back to Edwin and walked into the darkness:
“The Marshal warned us long ago, but I was too cowardly to face it directly, unwilling to believe it. I’ll take Ilia to the Hall of Glory. If he is turned away…”
Edwin watched his back disappear completely into the darkness, and naturally understood the meaning of his words: Sison was going to beg for the male insectoid’s mercy, which would be seen as resistance, and the result would only be death for him and his sub-male son.
Edwin didn’t really understand Sison. Their time working together in the First Army was too short. When Sison was a Major General, Edwin was only a Captain, and their circumstances were vastly different. In the Duke’s Mansion, after the female consort gave birth to the Young Male Master, she passed away. As one of only two male consorts, Sison had a very high status, and he was even able to keep his sub-male son, Ilia, by his side and raise him.
But this upbringing also gave him a “warmth” that female insectoids shouldn’t have, inviting the disaster of today.
Edwin withdrew his gaze from the young male insectoid’s door. He resolutely moved forward, chasing after Sison’s footsteps:
“The male master didn’t grant me pheromones, I only have three months left to live.” When he caught up with Sison, he explained in a cold voice: “And you have a longer lifespan, and Ilia needs you. The weak in the military have always had to pave the way for their comrades. I will plead guilty to the male master, this time… don’t arrange a way out for me again, Sison.”
Sison’s hurried footsteps paused, sounding extremely harsh in the darkness, like a string suddenly snapping. And Edwin passed him, rushing towards the Duke’s main building at top speed, his heart filled with peace.
He knew what he was doing. He was going to break into the male master’s bedroom, interrupt the male master’s pleasure, and then plead for punishment in front of the enraged male master. If he was lucky, he would be on the verge of death after tonight, vomiting chunks of internal organs for a few days before dying. If he was unlucky, he would fail, and die with Ilia, and even Sison, tonight.
Death was close at hand, but he didn’t have any emotional fluctuations. He was as calm and firm as he was every time he went to the battlefield, except that this time, the “enemy” he was facing was the “son of God” he had been taught to believe in.
But the Duke wasn’t like a son of God. Perhaps because death was imminent, the voice that had been suppressed in Edwin’s heart for a long time gradually became clear. The main wing where the Duke was located was brightly lit, and robots equipped with weapons roamed the corridors. When they encountered a female insectoid, the blue halo above their heads instantly turned into a threatening purple. Under the heavy guard, the male master did not close the door, and the miserable screams of the young sub-male and fearful sobs could be heard clearly in the night.
The cruel deterrence was like an unshakable iron hoop, always tightly tightening around the necks of the female insectoids and sub-males.
Edwin walked straight towards the Duke’s bedroom. The robots regarded him as a threat, constantly issuing warnings to him. A knife with a long chain was swung out by a robot, and it directly cut into Edwin’s shoulder.
Edwin’s movements faltered. Several more iron chains with metal spikes pierced through his thin clothes, piercing into his skin and flesh. He was dragged by the robots, half-kneeling on the ground, and the information sent by the robots entered the main system, finally disturbing the Duke, who was indulging in playing with his own sub-male son.
After an order, Edwin was forcibly dragged into the Duke’s bedroom. His blood left a dark red trail on the smooth floor, and the silent sub-male followed with cleaning tools to restore the expensive floor.
“Male master,”
Kneeling on the ground, Edwin did not look at the naked, trembling, sobbing young blonde sub-male under the bed. He lowered his head, and his ink-like black hair covered his pale face and the blood pouring from him:
“This slave offers you my wings.”
After saying that, he didn’t even look at the high and mighty male insectoid, and suddenly activated the little power left in his body, releasing his wings.
Two huge black wings spread out from the female insectoid’s back, like a mysterious picture from another world, instantly severing the restraints imposed on Edwin by the robots. Crimson gold patterns meandered up from that inky blackness, like lava flowing in a volcano, the ultimate danger causing all living beings to tremble incessantly.
The robots emitted ear-piercing warning sounds, protecting the male insectoid. But they couldn’t stop the male insectoid’s extremely greedy gaze.
The Duke forgot about his own sub-male son, whose skin was tender and whose cries were miserable. His turbid eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the pair of strangely shaped wings in front of him with a gaze that appraised rare treasures.
Indeed, as a Duke, he had countless pairs of wings offered by female insectoids, most of which were more exquisite than the pair in front of him. Some were like glazed glass reflecting snow, and some were like golden crows basking in a lake.
But there wasn’t a single pair of wings that, just by looking at them, could convey the kind of unparalleled power that originated from the abyss.
Although born vulgar, the beauty of this power really made the insectoid covet it. Why did a vulgar female insectoid possess such powerful wings? A trace of interest appeared in the Duke’s greedy eyes. He slowly approached, stepping on the blood flowing from his sub-male son and Edwin:
“What a pity,” the male insectoid, with his sunken eye sockets and pale, morbid skin, complained: “Black is an unlucky color, but these patterns are like blood vessels, very interesting.”
He appraised Edwin’s wings as if he were appraising a dead object, and he no longer regarded the female insectoid connected to the wings as a living thing. After all, after a female insectoid lost its wings, its body would lose all vitality and energy like a broken pocket, and death would only be within a few days.
“I didn’t expect you to be of some use,” after admiring the wings, the Duke finally turned his turbid eyes to the silent Edwin: “The Church is getting more and more arrogant, even stuffing all sorts of dirty and smelly things into the Duke’s Mansion. After being praised for so many years, they really don’t take the royal family and the nobility seriously.”
The sickly male insectoid cursed neurotically. The light fell on his hunched body, and the shadow under his feet suddenly twisted for a moment. A gray, ethereal tentacle wrapped around the female insectoid’s neck in order to control the female insectoid when the wings were peeled off.
Edwin’s pupils shrank, and his mind was instantly occupied by sharp pain. A reckless, evil force was trying to drill into his tattered spiritual sea and seize control of his body.
Edwin’s body convulsed in pain. Even though he knew that it was the male insectoid’s precious spiritual tentacle, a sacred existence that female insectoids and sub-males looked up to, he only felt extremely disgusted at this moment.
The panic of being invaded by consciousness made him no longer suppress his power. His wings agitated hysterically, frantically extracting the last bit of energy from his dilapidated body. The weapons of the robots around him that were suppressing him were instantly cut off, and the particle cannons exploded, making empty sounds. The surroundings were a mess.
“Oh–” the female insectoid let out an extremely painful hiss, and the male insectoid, whose spiritual tentacles were thwarted by Edwin’s resistance, screamed. He collapsed to the ground because of the unprecedented pain. A dripping, fishy liquid spread out from under him, making his sinister and sickly face even more distorted:
“Vile insectoid! How dare you resist me?! Damn, damn, damn!!!”
Gray mist rolled in the untouchable alien space behind him, and two gray, chain-like tentacles pierced towards Edwin like spikes. That was the power that no female insectoid or sub-male could resist, the root of the male insectoid’s “divine power”, and in an instant, it would pierce through the female insectoid’s spiritual sea and completely obliterate the female insectoid.
Edwin’s mind roared, and many voices rang in his ears one after another — the cold, weak voice of his early deceased male parent, the dying wails of his comrades on the battlefield, the last teachings of Marshal Ax, who was strict but caring towards him, the radiant brilliance of the Insectoid Mother on the idol, and —
–“Male parent, hug me.”
The young male insectoid with his chubby apple cheeks raised his little chubby hands and fell into his arms full of trust. An unfamiliar warmth spiraled up in his chest…
It’s all over. Edwin thought. The imminent crisis caused his wings to lose control, stirring up fierce winds. The crimson gold patterns flickered hysterically, carrying the blood-soaked female insectoid away from the ground. The black-haired female insectoid, whose mind was in chaos, reached out into the void, as if trying to touch the Hall of Glory that was summoning him.
Energy exhausted, the dark wings completely lost their luster, and collapsed weakly behind the female insectoid. His dying body fell downwards, and the gray mist-like tentacles touched Edwin’s blood-soaked black hair, about to pierce through his head. But suddenly, countless jet-black spiritual tentacles, as black as eternal night, gushed out, and actually materialized to catch the falling female insectoid.
“Da, da, da.”
The footsteps of the four-headed infant were crisp, and his soft and cute appearance looked harmless. But behind him, the overwhelming black tentacles sucked up all the light in the Duke’s Mansion, and even the light circles of the robots were extinguished one after another.
“Damn it’s you, male father.”