Dirty Rotten Whore

A blood-red sky rose on the day Malenia fell.

The Land Between had known many wars… wars between men and the giants, war between the Carim and the Golden Order, wars between Marika and the dragons… but it had never seen anything like this. The Shattering was a war unlike any other… it had consumed the land utterly, armies like the world had never seen marching on one another in the quest for the demigods to claim multiple Great Runes for their own and reforge the Elden Ring. Chaos, death, and fire… that was what the war brought. Blood and destruction. It consumed like a fire… but here in Caelid Radahn had kept it safe. Here, and here alone, the war hadn’t touched.

Until now.

“It is over, sister,” the red haired general called out, the giant of a man’s two massive swords impaled in the ground before him as he looked at the angel of death on the ground before him. Even now, after she had invaded his kingdom and brought horror to his realm Radahn, who had with force of arms and of sorcery conquered and tamed the stars themselves, was trying tying to end this conflict without further bloodshed. “It is done! Lay down your arms and accept this defeat with honor!”

He was a fool, she thought. Radahn’s dark, looming shadow swept forever over the sandy dunes before landing on the form of a woman as she panted on the ground. I will not fall in such a manner, she thought. She had suffered for all these years. Gone through so much. So much had been sacrificed… and Radahn wanted her to just stop. War was coming, war was always going to come one way or the other… there was always going to be blood. Peace was just the yawning anticipation of violence to come. Peace would never come until there was nothing left to fight for. Until Miquella, kind, pure Miquella, broke the cycle once and for all.

“Malenia,” Radahn repeated, almost kindly. “Listen to me. It is over.”

It was not over yet. Though injured, exhausted by endless battle through Caelid and nearly powerless, Malenia propped herself up on her prosthetic arm and attempted to raise herself off the ground. Radahn kicked it out of balance and then put his foot down. “Do you not hear me, sister?” he pleaded. “This battle has ended. I will not murder my own family… Do not cause any further bloodshed this day.”

The redheaded warrior goddess heard his words, but whatever he hoped to accomplish with his pleas his words failed to accomplish it. After a life such as the one she lived, there could be no ignoble end. Better for everything to be extinguished in death than to let any one ever claim victory over her. “General Radahn. My staunch half-brother…” she whispered bitterly. “There will be no victory here for you on this day.” Malenia yanked her prosthetic arm back from beneath the giant warrior’s foot, sending him tottering for but a moment. Radahn quickly regained his balance and watched her rise and straighten, her long red locks blowing behind her in the turbulent winds as she rose the alloyed golden katana, pointing the blade in his direction.

“Foolish and heartless that you would make me do this,” he spat unhappily. “There is more honor in accepting defeat than demanding suicide, sister.”

Malenia, her face locked in a frown, set her weight on her back feet… bringing her other hand over to grip the sword as well and nodded briskly. “Come then, brother… show me your honor. I am Malenia… Blade of Miquella. And I have never known defeat.”

“I will not concede defeat to you because you lack the spine to admit you have been bested!” he swore. Looking at her, he snorted and shook his head… and his hands surged with the violet and blue sorcery of Sellia, gravity magic. When he drew his blades from the ground it was as if the massive things weighed nothing, and the winds whipped and blew as he hefted the swords. As the surge of sand and dust washed over Malenia, the valkyrie struck. Though she had been feinting to wait, inviting him to initiate, Malenia suddenly flew in his direction at blinding speed, feet racing against the ground as she swung. Radahn dashed away just in time and cursed under his breath, moving shockingly quickly for a man so large and so strong. Peaceful he might wish to be but the general was mighty, and his fighting spirit fierce. “You are fast, sister, I’ll give you that. You are a valiant foe.”

That he had to fight Malenia in such a way broke his heart, but his half-sister refused to give in. He looked at her with yawning sadness and regret… that she couldn’t see the harm she was doing. She had fought her way across Caelid with her army of knights, fighting a thousand battles, bleeding from a thousand cuts… and with each drop of her blood that feel the contamination in her blood spread through the land, into the water and the air. The rot lingering in her festering blood spread, causing more harm than a thousand blades. He didn’t want to hurt her… but this war had to end, and immediately. And Malenia… she couldn’t win. Though a strong and powerful woman by nature, she fought alone. Her soldiers were there to escort her, to battle as a loose association of fighters. Radahn fought not for himself or for glory but for his people, his men. She lacked the martial spirit that he had gained after years of fighting alongside comrades in arms. She understood only victory, and would not accept defeat even if that meant bringing less harm on others… she couldn’t ever understand that some victories were not worth having.

She had to be stopped.

“Alas, mother, that it would have to end like this,” Radahn said softly… and he joined battle.

Those that faced his half-sister were terrified by her speed and brutality, but they could not see what Radahn saw. As quick as she may have been, her movements were surprisingly predictable, and once he entered the rhythm of her little dance it was no different than swatting aside a hungry mosquito. Radahn avoided her once, twice, thrice… then, as her blade passed right by the side of his head, he tilted the helmet to the left. It struck Malenia in the side of her head as she flew past him and sent her rolling across the sandy dunes. Radahn wasted no time and picked up her blade, then sprinted with it as if it were a spear and hurled it off into the distance.

“ENOUGH!” he boomed, more like a disappointed father than an annoyed enemy. “Now, do you understand why you must stop? We are family, Malenia. One besting another does not mean the other must live in ignominy and defeat. You are still one of the greatest among us, nearly without peer. Take pride in that.” Radahn spoke to her with love, but she lay face down on the ground, saying nothing. “Malenia?”

Afraid that she may have gotten mortally wounded, he ran to her body and turned her around. “Male-” The sickly-sweet smell hit Radahn first, and instant before light glowed and petals of an enormous flower bloomed out of empty air, swallowing his half-sister whole, shielding her from sight. Red mist accompanied it, flowing out and away from the flower like a fog bank, and there was nothing Radahn could do as the rot spores washed over him, swallowing the dunes and the beach completely, spreading even as Radahn coughed, his breath shortening, pain growing in his body. All around him, pale-golden sand dunes turned red… not with blood but with blooming pustules of scarlet rot… Malenia’s curse.

It was unthinkable.

Radahn stared wide eyed as his heart beat faster against his will, pumping that poison through his veins. The general had always known his sister was born afflicted, that the curse was inside her… it meant that she needed to be stopped before she did further harm. He had never imagined, however that she could unleash it willingly. And that she would do such a thing…

There was pain as it spread throughout his own body, but he was strong enough to resist it. The anger of being hit by her with it, however, was unbearable. “You…” he whispered. “You who I call my sister?! Don’t you understand what you’ve done? You’ve…” His eyes widened, tears flowing from them… and while he couldn’t see it, the tears were tinged with red. “You’ve doomed thousands… tens of thousands…”

Malenia unfolded herself from the folds of the flower as they rotted away, rising once more. The flower, however, didn’t matter. This time, the rot bloomed from her as if she were the center of that flower, coiling and swirling around her, drifting to encompass the entire battlefield in it. “There is naught left to speak of, brother.”

Radahn knew he should keep his self-control, keep his anger in check… that the honorable thing to do would be to immobilize her for her own good; but he could not. Instead, he tossed aside his weapons and charged at her like a savage beast, howling in fury. “MURDERER!”

Malenia bolted to the side, but she did not expect the surge of violent magic that burned indigo in her eyes, and Radahn hurled himself up into the sky. When she looked to see where she had gone, she blinked, confused for the first time, trying to find him through the cloud of red mist. Then, like a comet Radahn descended upon her from above. She made a last second ditch to get away, but the shockwave of his landing sent her flying, sprawling across the dunes.

Before she could get back up on her feet, Malenia felt his foot connecting to her torso, kicking her as if she were a ball… sending her painfully rolling down the dune to land at the bottom. “YOU DARE DO THIS TO INNOCENTS?” he demanded. “YOU WOULD DARE DO THIS TO ME?”

Malenia looked up at him, shocked. She had suspected that her curse would be required to bring him down and claim his Great Rune for Miquella’s plan. She had hoped that by weakening him with a long enough preamble the rot would get a chance to take over and bring him down… weakening him and send him collapsing to the ground as so many others had. The swordswoman, however, couldn’t know just how badly she had miscalculated. At this point it was no longer Radahn alone that she fought… the scarlet rot spread within him as a serpent would, but his body was so far beyond her own in its capacity that she had vastly underestimated its ability to withstand the worst of the rot. His titanic form was far too mighty to bring down so simply. Instead, it seemed, the plague reached for his mind.

And it faltered.

Walking on all fours, crawling rapidly across the ground like a wild beast, Radahn rush her. He grabbed the nearly crippled warrior like a trophy, raising her up high before he slammed her down over his knee. Malenia gasped and trembled, wondering for a moment if he had broken her spine. The scarlet rot spreading from her left a bloody mist, but through it she could see Radahn’s blazing eyes. His powerful hand grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up. As Malenia stared at him helplessly, wondering where her surviving cleanrot knights were, he yanked the prosthetic arm from her shoulder and crushed it in his maddened grip. “You…” he said, hurt. “You do this to me?”

He ripped away her other prosthetics next… the full leg first, then the calf. He snarled like a frenzied animal, lifting her up high again before he slammed the cripple warrior to the ground, sending her tumbling… and no matter how much she pushed with her sole intact arm the valkyrie could not rise. He had won now. Malenia understood that. If not even the scarlet rot could grant her victory, then there was nothing else to be done.

“End it,” she whispered softly, filled with shame.

But Radahn was no longer himself. Only shreds of the noble warrior who had been there moments ago were left, replaced with rabid madness and a nearly mindless lust for violence. Looking up, she could see him gripping his head with both hands and screaming into his palms in wordless rage. His foot lashed out again, kicking as her, sending her spinning away and then he was on top of her a heartbeat later, pounding atop her and driving the smaller woman several inches down into the sand. His hand grabbed her helmet, gripped it, and ripped it from her face, tossing it casually away on a meteoric path. In his eyes, Malenia no longer saw the intelligence of a man, but simple, territorial frenzy of a beast. His strong fingers came down and broke apart her chestplate and chest bindings both, tossing aside the pieces of armor as he revealed the large and succulent breasts swaying fitfully on her chest.

Ashamed of being seen by him in this way, Malenia covered them up with her arm. Radahn licked his lips with bestial desire and tore the arm away. “Youuuu,” he growled with satisfaction. “Looook at youuu. You haaaaave no way to proooootect… self… Youuuu haaaaave… nothinnnng. Noooo oooone. You wish for honor. I wiiiiill shooow you dishonor…”His voice was a snarling baritone in the second before he lowered himself and bit sagely into her breast, sinking his teeth as deep as fangs. Malenia cried out in agony when the pain was too much, expecting to see him come back up with her dripping flesh. But apart from his teeth marks, her breast was safe. “Seeeensitive…” he mocked.

Radahn gave her a backhanded slap, and from the huge man it felt like it might take her head from its shoulder. He spat onto her dazed visage. He was so strong, so ferocious. Even with her prosthetics still attached, Malenia was not certain she could have done anything to stay his hand. Compared to her he was monstrously huge, and no amount of speed could help her once was on top of her, once he took complete control of her body as he did now.

Malenia could hear him undoing his own armor and dared not see. It was only when the huge cock slammed down between her breasts that she dared to look at the monstrosity he had hanging between his legs. The immense cock hung there, veiny and dripping with potent seed. How could any women survive this thing? How could any take it?

“I aaaaalways thought toooo treeeeeat you assssss famiiiily,” he snarled. “As wooooorthy of reeeeespeeeeect. I caaaaan seeeeeee how wrooooong I was nooooow.”

“Radahn, please, there is-”

Ignoring her entirely, Radahn spread her thighs wide and brought the tip of his cock against her pussy.

Malenia pursed her lips. “I will not beg you not to do this to me.”

For a moment, a single instant of clarity came into his eyes… and they hardened. “I would stop if you did.”

Then the giant slammed his dick inside of her and threw his head back to roar with satisfaction. Malenia arched her back in agony, feeling the pain of every inch of the impossibly large, impossibly thick sexual weapon as it borrowed its way inside of her. Her pussy, which had been previously left untouched, was being claimed by a brutality she could’ve never foreseen. She knew that her end may have been brutal if she made the wrong move against Radahn, but she never imagined her own half-brother would sink to such a low as to claim her as his rape-conquest of war… but this, this wasn’t truly Radahn any longer, was it? This was simply what she had left.

“Radahn…” she croaked. “Please…”

The once-great general tightened a hold around her neck and choked her, then spit down into her face. “Youuuu coooooould have choooooosen peeeeeeace…” And he continued.

Rape was a fact of war… it wasn’t a threat Malenia had never seen, never considered. In war, in conquest, soldiers would lay claim to women as their reward for victory and take pleasure in their bodies. That wasn’t what this was. There was was no pleasure in what Radahn did now. Even as he fucked her, the pain on his face only intensified, and Malenia could tell that the scarlet rot was melting away his brain, and likely his self-control, with every passing second. He was not doing this for the sake of his pleasure, he was doing this only to torment her, only out of furious hatred for what she had inflicted on him, his land, his people.

Malenia wished not to weep when she had accepted so much agony already bravely. But the massive cock brutalized her with such unforgivable and deep thrusts that it was impossible to think about anything else but its length and girth as it tenderized her insides. Her back arched and her body shook uncontrollably, begging silently to be released from this torture, but Radahn relished it more as he could see the pain become more apparent on her face… she was unable to hide that.

He began by thrusting into her like a ferocious barbarian, but now he tore into her like an out of control beast, employing every little packet of muscle on his godlike body to rip her pussy into shreds. No human could have survived it, but a child of Marika the Eternal was made of tougher stuff. His mouth opened to form words, but Malenia could see the difficult way his tongue twisted to say anything, as if the rage overflowed him past the ability to act like a human. “You…” snarled. “Pain… for you…”

And there was pain.

Only pain.

And nothing else.

He moved like a great ape, hulking on top of her as he slammed his body in and out of her. He switched positions every so often, claiming her with a relish that was bestial and shocking. The mighty cock opened up the demigoddess’ body in ways she did not think imaginable, striking spots that left her a trembling and heated mess, pummeling her from the inside out into raw fuckmeat. No matter how much she fought back with what little strength her crippled body had left there was nothing she could do against the powerful shaft that pistoned in and out of her relentlessly, nor could she withstand the crazed strength of her larger-than-life brother.

Lying there, she was almost childlike in size compared to him, and Radahn wasted no ounce of power in taking what his body now commanded him to. As gigantic as he was, he used his gravity magic so he could stay on top of her and breed her with ravaging thrusts, smacking her ass back down into the ground till his half-sister finally understood that there was no chance and that she needed to stay put and take it. He snarled in her ear and licked her almost like a dog in heat, his oversized body brutally dismantling her from the inside out. Every hit was more painful than the last and felt like an actual attack on her body, like a blow given to her from the inside that she could withstand, but which nevertheless left her weaker than before.

“MALENIA!” he growled furiously, as if he were at his wit’s end, as if he understood that these were his final moments of sanity, and regretted that he could not speak his mind the way he wished to. If he had any control over what he could do beyond scream her name, however, the fallen general used none of that power to get off of her. This, Malenia understood, was her fate… what the beast on top of her had decided she deserved. It was the punishment he saw fit, and he sought to experience it before his mind was wiped entirely of any rational content.

“I… will resist this,” she told herself as she was raped, but it sounded like a lie even in her head. Her skill was astonishing, likely without match in all the world, but her body was cursed and had been failing her. She depended on her prosthetics to be able to move about and fight, to use rotted away limbs like she was hale and healthy, but Radahn was mightier still. Even if she could recover her gear, Malenia suspected that he was doing damage to her body that would make it difficult to ever be her old self again even if she regained full use of her prosthetics… and there was nothing she could do but suffer it. The pain was greater than she had imagined, and it was too much to bear, even for a demigoddess such as her. As Radahn rode her to a peak of agony, Malenia finally gave up on staying conscious and blacked out, allowing him to destroy her body in whatever way he saw fit.

It didn’t help as much as she wished it would. The fire-haired valkyrie wasn’t sure how long he had raped her there on the battlefield, because her own mind refused to keep her there in the moment once the pain became too great, but every time her senses returned he was there. Whenever she blinked and came back to consciousness she found herself looking at a different sight, but it was only because the beast who had once been Radahn had twisted her around and gotten her body in a new position.

As for the general himself, there were no thoughts in his mind at all. He pounded at her tight cunt relentlessly, with seemingly infinite energy, waiting only for the moment when she would break completely. He had stripped away his armor for greater flexibility, and combined with the freedom permitted to him by her missing limbs, he fucked her in every conceivable position, using his honorable sister as nothing more than a fucktoy to be broken.

The few that watched it all happen from afar could hear his maddened growls and saw the starlight reflecting across the powerful muscles of his back as the sweat poured off of him in steaming rivulets. His entire body was pushed to a senseless limit, but there was no rationale at the helm of his mind to guide it, only pure rage that drove him to commit to ever greater force and destruction. The few of her cleanrot knights that survived the battle tried to reach her of course, tried to intervene against the angered god they saw descend upon their lady. It universally ended badly. Each time Malenia woke she found new broken bodies surrounding her from where the savage remnant of Radahn smote them, leaving them dead or trying to crawl away crippled. Soon no one even tried… they simply watched, awestruck by the horrible, amazing sigh of her rape, her body being stretched to its limits and past them right in front of them, unable to believe that a beast the size of Radahn could even fit his monstrosity of a shaft inside her elegant and slender figure and what must have been an untouched, divine cunt…

By the eve of the next day, Malenia’s body had reached its limit. She startled back into consciousness as if awoken from a nightmare but the real nightmare wasn’t in her dreams… it was out here, instead. Her pussy had been fucked raw and hurt so much that even being left alone would have resulted in pure agony. But on the contrary, Radahn renewed his assault and pumped her with ferocious abandon, completely uncaring, only groaning in her ear like an animal in a rut as his monster cock wrecked her body from within. At the end of her second full day of one endless rape tears came to Malenia’s eyes at last. “Brother, please…” she begged. “Brother, kill me…”

As she glanced back over her shoulders at his face, though, she could see no light in his eyes, no recognizable brother in his visage, no nobility. There was only a frenzied beast pounding away at a piece of vulnerable fuckmeat, snarling and growling as his overflowing rage found its way in every powerful thrust delivered into her ruined cunt. No… thought Malenia as he drove her into unconsciousness, fading out on a day that would be a perfect representative of the rest of her life…

In the end, she herself wasn’t sure how she had escaped his wrath. When next she woke she was laying in a ditch made of the shifting dunes, and her agony was such that it took her long seconds to realize what was different… that Radahn was not inside her. That she was not being raped. She twitched, unable to move of her own accord, spasming out of control and unable to grip with her one good hand. The sobs and tears kept coming, even though she wished she could make them stop.

In the far distance, she could hear loud clangs, followed by earth-shattering roars. Radahn, mad and unleashed, raging in mindless destruction across the dunes.

Brother, what I have done?…

As she lay there contemplating both their fates, several figures appeared above her. “Here she is,” said one.

By the look of them, Malenia could tell that they were his men and not hers. Soldiers of Redmane Castle. They were bloodstained the entire way and covered in dirt, likely survivors of the battle from the other day. Had it even been a day ago? How much time had passed while she had been that beastly man’s whore?

Malenia opened her mouth to speak but could barely say a word. Kill… me… she wanted to say. To beg.

But that would be weak. She said nothing.

In years to come, she would have cause to regret that.

The men came down and picked her up, then carried her away towards Redmane Castle, even as Radahn continued to scream and lash out violently in the dunes behind them. “She’s done that to him,” said one of them, bitterness in his voice. “This is all her fault.”

“Don’t worry,” said another. “We’ll give the bitch what she deserves.”

“The bitch… what she deserves…” echoed Malenia weakly, her voice a hoarse whisper, barely able to think… barely realizing it was her that they were talking about.

Upon their entrance into the castle, they passed moaning beds of wounded soldiers being cared for. Malenia could see that many of them were afflicted by rot, and the stares she received from the women and men caring for them were filled with boundless hatred. They knew that there was no recovery… so did Malenia. There is no escaping the scarlet rot.

As they proceeded to carry her deeper into the castle, the sights of the wounded were replaced by something far more gruesome. Decapitated heads from her host had been strewn along the ramparts in warning of what was to come to any that dared attack Redmane. Many others of her knights were lying about on the ground, weeping deliriously as they died without the slightest mercy or assistance from Radahn’s men.

Malenia was carried into the former hall of the great general and discarded upon the large wooden table there. There were other captives being watched over here, prized members of her retinue, including Finlay, whose face was caked in blood. As soon as she laid eyes on her, Malenia could see the last remaining bit of hope extinguish in her eyes. “My lady?…” As she continued to stare at her and witnessed the ravage that had been done to her body, Malenia could see the expression of hopeless misery deepening on her face. Malenia saw, in her face, the change in thought as the knight stopping thinking of her as an immortal warmaster and instead as… this. She had been raped almost to death, disposed of her army, her weapons, and even the prosthetics that allowed her to walk. Lower, in truth, than a worm that could wiggle its way back underground. Instead, she would be forced to bear witness to her humiliation to the very end.

One of Radahn’s fully armored men kicked Finlay in the head and knocked her over. “Silence, girl,” rang a voice from a greathelm. “This is what you get for taking bitches into battle. Not even this witch’s devilish trickery could bring our glorious general down. Soon, he will feast at this table and speak of the glorious future!”

That was optimistic. Going by what Malenia had seen, it was unlikely that anyone would speak to her half-brother ever again. She wanted to scream it at them that he was mad beyond recovery, and very likely suffering. The merciful thing, even if they wished to see her dead, would be to allow her to recuperate her strength and find a fellowship that would go out there with her and put him out of his misery. But the word’s wouldn’t come.

A group of women came shortly thereafter and took Malenia away. The maids and nurses cared for her beyond what even she thought she deserved…. They bathed her, cleaned her wounds, and did their best to make sure she would heal properly. Tending to her, feeding her, taking care of her, but never once did they speak to her. Their gazes never change from the low, resentful stares, the low burning hatred. Malenia recovered quickly by standards of a woman, but slowly by standards of a demigod… Three days passed of her lingering in bed in her weakened state before the soldiers came for her again.

The first were Radahns higher-ups, his commanders and favorites. They came demanding to know how to “restore” their general, to cure his affliction and return the mad beast to them. Malenia just stared at a wall until they finished talking and fell silent. “There is no way,” the swordwoman conceded quietly.

Upon hearing that, one of them seized her by the throat. “What do you mean there is no way, you red witch? You did this to him!” He rattled at her close enough that his spit could hit her face. By the look of him, he was nothing more than some brutal savage that crawled his way through the ranks, but here in Caelin these were the sort of men that would now be in charge of the world… all the better men, the braver men, had died in battle, or trying to reach their beloved leader and bring him back to his senses. These monsters were all that was left. Malenia turned her face away from them, resigned.

Since they refused to believe her, Malenia wasn’t surprised in the least as they took turns in raping her. Powerless and limbless as she was, could do nothing but lay there and take it, looking up with lifeless acceptance as they took turns ravaging her body, slapping her around, and spitting into her face. “Tell us how to heal his madness!” They twisted her nipples and one of them pressed his throbbing dick against her eyeball. “Tell us, you fucking bitch, or we’ll take away the only good limb you have!”

In the end, no amount of torture could bring about an answer. The demigoddess had no answer to give them. Eventually they accepted defeat and moved away, but Malenia could tell from the anger in their movements that there was much worse planned for her.

The next day, the festival started.

A hulking giant of a soldier with dark skin came and dragged Malenia out of her room. To make sure people understood the point of how worthless she was, he only dragged her by the hair and refused to carry the amputee as she had been before. The dirt of the castle floor became the first stain of many to come on her skin as she was taken out among… far, far too many people. Outside, a crowd gathered to hear Radahn’s men eulogize their beloved general. Malenia could see as she looked around Redmane that many of her surviving cleanrot knights had been hoisted up in mockery. Some were dangling from ropes and rotting, long since dead, others groaned and occasionally screamed from the way they had been chained up, nailed, or hanged, all improvised to be able to display as many of them as possible. They suffered loudly, but rather than disturbing the crowd gathered for Radahn, it seemed to fuel their bloodlust and give them what they wanted, feeding into the festivities. Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before that crowd noticed her. “That’s her!” one of them shouted. “That’s the whore that put our great general into such torment!” another continued.

As Malenia was deposited before the angry crowd, she could see some of them rushing forward to spit on her, while a few of the women and children at the back tried to get themselves in better positions and pelted her from afar with rocks or mud, hissing like snakes. Why won’t they kill me? she wondered. She had never been the one to want to torture fallen enemies, and she doubted that her half-brother was either. That much she was certain of. But as her eyes peered through the crowd she began to understand: many of them had been afflicted by the rot she unleashed and were scarred and deformed. It was not enough for them to triumph militarily anymore, because as she knew all too well, there was no way to win against the scarlet rot. There was only death. This was too much to just be from earlier… wasn’t it? How long had it been?

Among the crowd Malenia also noticed something else… not all of her knights were hanging from the pillars. Some of her soldiers, the prettier ones, were among the crowd, naked and chained, getting helplessly abused by the jeering, hating crowd of hundred. Though she would have hoped to see understanding in the eyes of her cleanrot knights, when any of them her her gaze now all Malenia could see now was hatred… hated and despair. Hatred not for the triumphant enemy, but for the leader that failed them. They would do even worse to me than these people, thought Malenia with growing dread.

“And now, for tonight’s event!” a speaker said, his voice booming over the crowd from somewhere unseen. “I know you are all hoping to have some fun and that you’ve been tired of hearing those damned knights moaning like weaklings. So in the name of general Radahn, to honor him, it is time we punish this red whore for her sins against Caelid and brave Radahn!” There were more cheers from the crowd. A rock flew and smacked against Malenia’s forehead, blinding her for a moment, making her flinch as her eyes squinted shut against the pain. What could they possible mean to do to her beyond what had been done already? She prayed that, whatever it was, it would be a torment great enough to bring her a much-sought death over his dishonor. A return to the tree and eventual rebirth… that was her escape now. No more of this. Please, no more…

Then her helpless body was tossed down into the waiting crowd, and surrendered to their whims.

At first, Malenia could feel both lustful hands grabbing at her divine body to get a feel of her tits and ass as well as angry palms slapping against her with accompanying curses. “You fucking whore! You’ll what you deserve!” one said. “Hang her! Hang her!” called another. “Hang her? We haven’t even fucked her yet!” laughed a third. “Take the bitch’s eyes out!” “Fuck her! Fuck her!” “That evil whore!” It was pure chaos among the crowd as different factions arose depending on what they thought her punishment should be. But given that her body had healed nicely and that the valiant soldiers of Radahn had suffered bravely and earned a good fuck, there was never really much of a question of what the crowd would decide… they would use her to their heart’s desire.

Only then, after their lusts were slaked, additional punishment could come.

They put Malenia in a collar and chained her up like a dog, then descended upon her like a hungry pack of wolves. It wasn’t enough for them to take turns or simply to claim her pussy – half a dozen of them surrounded her at all times, filling up every one of her holes. Never in her life had Malenia taken a cock in her ass, let alone her mouth, and left to her own devices she never would have. It was a thing she would have seen below even the women that were forced to operate as whores, never mind a woman of divine blood. These men didn’t care. One by one they stepped up to take her, rushing around her to take her like they were nothing but beasts, cruel, cold, frenzied men by the looks of them. The kind of scarred apes that had fought countless battles, tough enough to survive Radahn’s campaigns, the sort of men that did not shy away from violence, but licked their lips with excitement at the thought of preying upon a city they had conquered and the women within. They gangraped her without any esteem for her condition, spanking her ass and slapping her around as if she were nothing more than the town rag getting passed around.

“This is Malenia,” one of them said, a little more in awe than the others. “Yeah, a proper whore,” said another. “You really think this is the one that led all those armies? Doesn’t seem so special.”

A fat monstrosity with so much hair he seemed like a simian and golden teeth was throatfucking her and grinned as he heard that. “Oh, she’s special alright. Don’t you feel how fucking tight she is? And this is after the General’s had his way with her, bless his soul…”

“Malenia, the Undefeated. Malenia blade of Miquella…”

“Hah! More like the Red Maned Whore of Redmane. Hey, that even makes sense!”

The dark-skinned giant soldier that had carried her over at the start of the day got on top of her and pushed inside her ass. “Gods,” he groaned in a deep voice. “This ass is so tight.”

“Sweet, isn’t it?”

“I wanna put it on a standard!”

There was laughter from the others, who were getting drunker by the second. “Cut a little hole in every banner! That’ll be in honor of her perfect asshole!”

There was pain, of course. They were always rough, always brutal, always eager to cause her pain… but there had been pain in her life for as long as Malenia could remember, and the rape she suffered at the hands of Radahn went far beyond what any of these mere mortals could do. What her half-brother had been unable to do, however, was humiliate her so deeply. Radahn was a mighty warrior, a demigod, but these men… these filthy, diseased soldiers truly thought they were better than her. Superior to her. And how could they not? They were using her as a fucktoy and saw her body as nothing more than a handicapped piece of meat. What was she supposed to do with one arm? How was she supposed to strike them? Where was her sword?

“Fuck her harder! Fuck the bitch. First one to make her cry gets to carve her up when the time comes.” Malenia promised herself she would not weep, but they would not stop. Apart from fucking her, they slapped her, called her names, and humiliated her. “Come on, sweetheart, show us you’re sorry, cry for us.” “You’ll be sorry for what you did, you evil cunt.” “We gotta take away that arm she’s still got. I think she’s still too cocky.” “Why bother? It’ll probably just rot away like the rest of her soon.” “Fuck that, we decide when she loses what she has. Her arms and eyes too. Maybe even her tongue… not like she has anything of value to say…”

They continued in that vein until nightfall when the soldiers finally began to tire out. Some of them passed out nearby, drunk beyond what they could take from the celebrations, while the others withdrew to their homes. Malenia thought that that was the end… but what followed proved her horrible wrong. When they were finished with her body, when they left her on the ground, they came for her… the scum of the warcamp that surrounded Redmane castle that had been patiently waiting to have their own fun. Malenia could see them crawling out of the shadows: men that lacked arms or legs just like she did, others affected by the rot, and many others that were mutilated in ways after the battle that made it unlikely they would ever get with a real woman ever again.

The first one that came to her had a gaping hole instead of a nose and only two teeth left. He was drooling uncontrollably as he brought a raw cock that he had clearly been stroking for hours and thrust it into her mouth, and it was clear his mind was just as far gone as his body was. “Taaaaake iiiiit, reeeed whoooore! Taaaaake iiiiit! Youuuuu deeeeserrrve iiiiit!”

Similar low-lives and freaks gathered around her now that the soldiers and normal people had departed. The night belonged to them, and though they seemed even more impatient than the shoulders to get their turn. As Malenia got her ass, pussy, and mouth fucked, she could feel some of them licking her body and biting on her, almost as if they wanted to devour her. The feeling made her skin crawl, and though they were only mortals they were already too far gone from their humanity.

Unlike the soldiers that fucked her for their own pleasure and mocked her just as sport, Malenia could feel the hatred with which this other group treated her almost like it was a physical bludgeon. Some of them weren’t even capable of fucking her at all, but they still pulled on her nipples, fingered her, and slapped her around. They wanted to show her, the demigoddess, that they were just as good. That they were even better than she was. That despite their condition they still ranked above whatever she had become. The sheer strain of that humiliation on Malenia was so great that it was like a physical blow against her mind, like it was sending cracks all through her. She pitied these people and also was disgusted by them, and each one that got to her seemed worse by the last. Her mouth was being fed by gnarled old cocks crusty with smegma while her ass and pussy had been stretched and fucked raw, quivering and hurting from a mere touch. “Please…” she blurted out, the first tears coming to her eyes. “I’ve suffered the same as you…”

“You’ve suffered nothing that you deserve yet.” The voice sounded familiar, and Malenia looked up to see Finlay as she looked behind over her shoulder. She hung limp along with the others, more of a broken husk of a sextoy now than a knight, cum leaking from her holes as she eyed her.

“Finlay…” she whispered. “I’m sorry I failed you. I failed your brothers and sisters. You cannot know how-”

“Spare us, whore!” another of the knights yelled.

“Stop talking as if you mean anything to me!” Finlay continued. “The Malenia that I followed, that I believed in, respected wouldn’t have let herself get raped. She wouldn’t accept others using her like this. But this is what you like, isn’t it? Look at you! I’ve stood there for hours and watched them fuck you. And you moan and quiver like a slut. To think that we ever followed you… We were delusional.”

A bum that himself had no legs slobbered over her nipple and lifted up an almost toothless mouth to grin at Finlay in the moonlight. “Did she let you all fuck her at least?”

“No,” one of the broken cleanrot knights said. “Don’t know why not. I suppose that appears to be her only use.”

Malenia turned her head away and swallowed a sob. That could not be Finlay. That could not be her valiant knights. No, they respected me. They would’ve sacrificed for me… As much as she might wish to deny it, however, she recognized the sight of her… recognized the voices of those most distant. The brutalized, beaten, and frequently raped knights that had once fought alongside her hated her now.

The rotten men around her certainly seemed amused by it. They laughed uproariously as they took her over and over, and as soon as they were finished they made room for them… dragging her across the courtyard to where the knights were chained. They dropped her heavily to the ground by the bound, well-beaten Finlay, and dropped a wooden stick beside them. Malenia could barely tell – the diseased rapists never let up, and even now her throat was stuffed to bursting with cock. “You’re finally where you belong, my lady,” Finlay said as she leaned closer to the prone amputee who was formerly the most feared warrior in the Lands Between. She spread her reddened asscheeks and took a look at her gaping asshole and pussy and the different strains of cum that dripped out of it. “You’ve taken more cocks in a day than I think most whores take in a lifetime. Maybe you truly are a demigoddess.”

“Goddess of cock!” said a fat guy mouthfucking her. “God, she loves to suck my dick. Do you hear that?”

Malenia could not even inhale from the way the massive cock filled her throat, but that did not matter to any of them. They continued to pile up on top of her, treating her as badly as they could… seemingly intent on literally fucking her to death from what she could tell. ‘I don’t deserve this!’ she thought, her mind trying to escape from this nightmarish fate. ‘Mother, please, please help me. Mother! I don’t deserve this!’

Suddenly, a blow struck her on the back of the head. “Quit your fucking crying, you dumb whore!” snarled Finlay, her voice still beautiful despite the desecration of her body. “Nobody wants to hear it! Least of all me!”

And that was it. All the power that she had to keep her tears at bay crumbled away, all of the strength she had left to consider herself unbroken vanished like mist in the sun. Malenia began to weep as they raped her, realizing as soon as her cries rang out that it only pleased these creatures and drove them to hurt her that much longer. When Finlay began to rape her with the butt of the spear they had left her, shoving the wooden rod violently up her ass, she wept harder… and not even that satisfied them. It wasn’t enough for them until they heard her scream, and soon, as they allowed the rest of her knights to fuck her one by one, they got them. They found whatever random objects they could and let the women use them on her holes, allowed the male captives to fuck her or forced her to suck their cocks. They began to whip her like an animal, beating her like an old horse pulling a heavy cart. Each blow only deepened her sense of despair. Blood trickled from her abused asscheeks even as she left new cocks entering her asshole and tearing through it. Her mouth was constantly being raped by filthy dicks that emptied themselves inside of her, filling her up as if she were nothing but trash.

“Stop…” Malenia begged. “STOP IT!!” she screeched.

The response was only more beatings, more rapes. “Shut your fucking mouth whore! Shut her up! Put a cock through her brain. You want us to fuck your eyeholes, cunt?”

The last of her knights came not inside of her but right in her face, shaking off the final drops of seed with a disdainful look. “You’ll rot in ignominy, whore.” Then she was fully surrounded once again, and the next of the filth took their turn.

That was how the whole night, and many nights thereafter, went… and her torment continued long after the sun finally rose.

As the years wore on, Malenia’s suffering only deepened. Contrary to her wishes, she would not be allowed to die, and the men of Radahn decided to make her into a trophy of their general for all time.

Malenia had been thoroughly broken by the time they dragged her to the forges, left them to lie in a puddle of cum and piss to watch as they melted away her recuperated prosthetics, sword, and armor. They kept her eyes open and made her watch as the tools that once made her a legendary warrior were reforged to a new purpose. They cast the white hot bronze into shackles and chains that would hold the demigod for centuries to come.

The knights that survived, including Finlay, were seized and bound to stone monoliths that spanned Caelid, a reminder to all of what would happen to those that went against Radahn’s godly suzerainty. They would hang there as memorial and monuments until they starved or wild animals finished them off, and how long they lasted would depend on their abilities to entice others to pay attention to them and feed them. They would be scattered all across Caelid… But for Malenia, a special place was chosen – one that overlooked the dunes on which she fought her half-brother and failed, a cliff by Redmane castle from which the general’s men came to watch him wander the dunes in his madness, trapped forever in endless rage till the day when one strong enough would finally arrive to set him free.

A great stone pillar stood on that cliff, and they used the chains wrought of her own prosthetics to bind her to it. Several artists had painstakingly carved murals and words into it to remind any wanderer of what it was they looked upon… those words told the tale of her youth and past successes, and of her fall and betrayal, reminding any onlooker to show no mercy to her and punish her to their heart’s content, for no amount of suffering would ever make up for what she did to Caelid by robbing it of its great leader and sinking it into the depravity of suffering and plague. By the time they finally shackled and chained her to the pillar, the men knew that they no longer looked upon the same woman as before. Malenia was not only defeated, but broken in spirit, a mere husk of what she once was.

And they left here there.

For more than a century.

For all the decades that passed, no one had ever once allowed her to forget her great transgression. Men came daily to visit the sights and pay their respects to Radahn, which was followed by accompanying rape of the demigoddess’ immortal body. Whether day or night, her tits shone with seed, and beautiful curves attracted not only the attention of the humans that passed by, but even the wildlife and Caelid and its great dragons. Anyone that wished to fuck the “Red Whore” as she came to be known knew where to find her.

In her few moments of lucidity, Malenia often wondered if there was to ever be an end to this torment. How could it be possible that in all the time that passed no one took pity upon her? That no one saw fit to release her soul so it could depart? With every day, every week, every year, every decade that passed the once great soul inside of her grew putrid over time, slowly embracing its own worthlessness. As time passed into the more than a hundred of years, she became twisted and full of hatred, a violent and pathetic creature that lashed out at all of those that came for her, but which was nevertheless too weak to stand in their way, to protect herself from their predations. The visitors that raped her only wiped their cocks with her tears of rage and frustration, unable to believe that a demigoddess could fall so low and become less than a whore.

“I am Malenia!…” she insisted to them with a crazed look. “I am the Blade of Miquella!”

Such comments were often followed by a kick in the ribs or a slap across the face. “Shut your damn mouth, you stupid bitch.” Not only were her tormentors not interested in her feelings, but as time went on most no longer knew of her story, the engravings in stone worn down by the crimson rain while her unfortunately immortal body was not so lucky. She was no longer the great Malenia that had fought and brought down Radahn, but simply the timeless red cumdumpster that they rode for hours to release their pent-up anger on.

Slaps, punches, kicks, anal rape and mouthfucking – Malenia grew used to all of it, always expecting the accompanying screams of her mad-brother in the distance.

It happened one day, after Fingers alone knew years of wretched agony, that Malenia raised her head unhappily towards the skies, listening in a moment of lucidity in her madness. The rot had spread to take away her eyes, blinding her forever, the only sign of hope that one day her life would end when the rot finished taking her altogether. However, today she was still here, and there was something strange that she picked up on presently. Usually, there was always commotion around her, and sometimes she would come back to consciousness only to realize she was being pounded in every hole, with a loud crowd nearby waiting for their own turn. The only sounds she could make out now, though, were the winds blowing across the Caelid dunes, Radahn’s mad ululating in the distance, and croaking death moan from nearby.

Someone, Malenia could feel, was here that hadn’t been here before.

“Malenia,” said a deep voice. “Blade of Miquella.”

Her mouth dared to open. “Who are you? Who is it that speaks to me?”

A step closer. “I am a but a wanderer, here to see the one about whose exploits I have documented so much. You look just as I imagined you.”

To her shock, Malenia realized that she hadn’t heard him… that hadn’t been what got her attention. She could feel him, the guidance of grace pulling him towards her. This was one of the Golden Lineage… another descendant of Marika… and he was looking on her like this. It was too much, and she broke into horrible sobbing… without tears, as she no longer had eyes to weep. The man standing before her chuckled shortly, bitterly, a moment of self depricating humor. “I’m not sure what I expected. Utterly broken,” he said, his voice changing as he raised himself off his haunches and, if she judged right, pulled a helmet off his head. “Even so, I can barely believe that a demigoddess could be reduced to… this.”

Malenia could scarcely imagine what he saw. A nearly limbless sex toy, hanging in chains, all her agency rotted away. It hadn’t rained for weeks now, and her body was caked in dirt and dried seed. She twitched uncontrollably at every small sound and motion, betraying her weakness, betraying just how scared the once great warrior had become. That was what her life consisted of for what must have felt like an eternity…

“Who are you?” she asked again, sounding a little hopeful.

“One that has come from far away,” the Tarnished said, stepping closer. “One that hopes to accomplish much and do great deeds.”

Malenia spoke with trembling lips: “You… You are a knight?”

That chuckle again. “Of a sort, my lady.”

The Red Whore almost gasped with excitement. “Then… Kill me… I beg of you, ser knight, end this life that once burned so brightly…”

She heard the rasp of steel on leather as the man unsheathed his sword and brought the tip of the blade to her neck, watching her heavy breasts rise and fall as she panted with excitement. It was a pathetic sight, and she couldn’t doubt that. Malenia truly wanted to die… anyone could have seen that. She would have traded anything simply to have the torment end. “You are the great Malenia,” he reminded her. “You fought Radahn and nearly won.”

“No I’m not!” she protested viciously, desperately. “No, I’m not, I’m… I’m just a worthless… worthless whore… kill me… Please, fast! Before more of them come… End my life and win my gratitude for all time!”

“Ahh, that I could do such a thing, my lady. But to take your life would be to deny others your sight and company, and that is not a deed I am capable of performing. Who am I to take the life of the great Malenia?”

“Great no longer, ser knight…”

The warrior traced the sword down to her tits and lifted one upon her blade. “Still great in some ways from what I can see.” Not even his tone hid his true intentions, but Malenia was too crazed and trapped in her own mind to pick up on it.

“There is no return for me…” she said. “There is no hope. I must die. I must.”

Then, to her horror, he withdrew the blade. A moment later, she heard the rasp as he sheathed it again. Malenia, crestfallen, only sobbed harder. “Ser knight… please…”

Then she heard the rustle of fabric as he lowered his trousers and took out his cock, then stepped forward and lowered it down to her face. “It is not my place to kill you, my lady. However, I will not deny myself an encounter with a demigoddess while I am here. Open your mouth, my lady.”

Distraut and devastated, realizing that she had been led on and deceived, her hoped inflamed only to be destroyed once again, Malenia only shook helplessly. The tarnished brought his dick down to her trembling lips and forced them open, at which point her sole remaining hand came up and attempted to shove him away. The Tarnished swatted her palm away with ease, then grabbed the arm and twisted it brutally. “I would advise that you make no such attempts, demigoddess. I will claim what is mine.”

Malenia raged against the unfairness of the world. “You are a knight!”

“Perhaps one could describe me as such. And yet even knights must eat and relieve themselves. The hot mouth of an experienced whore, my lady, is but another form of relief.”

He slammed his dick down her throat before she got a chance to retort and seized her by the hair with both hands. “I have read many accounts of your throat, my lady, yet none give it justice. You would be surprised how many travel accounts speak of your beauty and tightness. The Lands Between have all manner of man and beast traveling here to enjoy this broken body. How could any soul pass the opportunity to rape Malenia the Cowardly? Malenia the Rotten. Malenia the Whore, who offered herself to her brother and then took his mind away with scarlet rot in revenge for that dismissal?”

Malenia froze, going still, trembling. But… but that wasn’t…

Feeling her despair, the Tarnished chuckled grimly. “My oath… those are the tales that are told of you, my lady! The tales of a whore born a demigoddess who was unrepentant, and who must be punished for the rest of time if the world is to be saved from her malice. None, or none but me, anything, remember your skill with a blade, nor your honor, nor your knights, and anyone who does speaks not of it… but your body? Oh Malenia, they have written tomes on your sweet screams, your tight cunt, and your obedient flesh. You’ve become an idol to some. Little girls dream to have their limbs torn so they can be raised to become perfect sluts just like Malenia the Whore. For what good whore is in need of limbs? Her fuckholes will do.”

Malenia began to dry weep, but nothing could save her from the fate of knowledge that the Tarnished had come to bestow upon her. He raped her mouth at his leisure, looking down upon the slaughtered corpses of others who decided to stand in his way. In the distance he could see other travelers coming by to have their way with the famed Rotted Whore, but they would have to wait for him to finish with what he’d come to do. He slammed in and out of her sloppy mouth, stretching out her throat till he could hear her choking and dying upon it. He released her every time and slapped her brutally with his dick, then put it back where it belonged.

“It is a tragedy that a demigoddess so pure, so beautiful, so tough, has been reduced to this,” he admitted. “I’d have no chosen such a cruel fate for you… but your fate was chosen long before his time, and you had played a part in it. Now, it seems your destiny to die a broken-down whore, and to go down in eternity as the most fucked and disgusting whore that ever existed… as a rotten, broken mess consumed by disease. I almost feel bad for you, my lady. Almost.”

The man fucking her came inside her throat and held her down to his balls as his cum poured inside of her. He let her tight throat milk out every drop, then pulled out and raised her against the pillar. “Enough!…” begged Malenia, sobbing as soon as she had her voice again. “Please, mercy…”

He laughed at her… a scornful thing. “Come now. How many times have you been taken in this way, my lady? A vast, innumerable number. What difference does one more cock make?”

None. It made no difference at all… she knew that answer, and he knew that she accepted it from her silence. His torment of her, however, had brought enough of her back to make her angry at her powerless situation, because she shrieked as he thrust into her from behind, not at the pain, but at the humiliation she was forced to suffer on a daily basis with no end in sight. The tarnished smacked her head from behind and slammed it into the pillar, reminding her what she was there for. “My lady, you are hurting my ears. That is not very kind of you. Please, allow me to finish fucking you so that I may take what I wish and depart.”

He railed her pussy and ass interchangeably, switching every few thrusts… hammering them powerfully from behind and it was obvious from the way she shook and wept that it had been far too long since a real man came for her. Many were afraid for good reason that fucking such a lowly, almost monstrous creature would infect them with the scarlet rot, so that only the lowest of the low traveled all the way to her nowadays… and Malenia didn’t think she could blame them. She was disgusting.

This man, however, was unafraid of that. “Take it, you rot-infested whore! Take it!” he yelled at her, slapping her ass, pounding her mercilessly from behind. Gone was the polite knight from before, replaced instead by a frenzied beast that no doubt reminded her of the brutal rape she had received from her half-brother, all those centuries ago… the power and vitality of one with divine heritage. The unknown Tarnished tore through her pussy and ass without mercy, allowing her no moment of respite. When he came, she moaned in relief, and then moaned again when she realized that he wasn’t stopping. Her newest rapist could tell that, despite her current state, she was truly a demigoddess worthy of the name because his dick was refusing to go down even long after he had emptied everything inside of her. So that he ended up fucking her for much longer than he thought he would, assraping her into the ground even as her shrieks filled the night air.

At the end of it, he pulled out of her with slight disgust at having relieved himself in the same living rag as the men of countless generations, even though her beauty remained. “My lady, thank you for your welcoming embrace,” he said with a dry chuckle.

Malenia fell to the ground in her chains the moment he was no longer supporting her crippled body, howling in agony and sobbing hysterically, no longer able to make sense of the world and her own life. She could barely hear him speaking over her wails. “I would kill you, my lady. I would. Truth be told, I am tempted to. Alas, who am I to deny other men the pleasure of this body? Just as a knight serves in battle until his last day, a whore must stretch her holes until she’s fully torn up. And I think you still have a few centuries yet to go.”

“Please… Mercy… Please… No more!”

Ignoring her, he brought his gauntleted fist against her… and inserted it into her cunt. Agony. She tightened in response, trying to resist instinctively, but he pushed even deeper, using the tendrils of his powers to dig into her spirit and claw away what he had come from. Malenia howled in agony as he slowly drew out the great rune from her living body, tearing away the last part of her that gave her any value at all, closing his hand on the shard of the Elden Ring embedded into her soul and he ripped it away as he dragged his hand from her cunt, leaving her weeping and bleeding on the ground.

The armored tarnished then stood up and eyed the dimly glowing great rune with admiration. “This will be of much use to me, my lady. I thank you. Enjoy the rest of your days, Red Whore… we all have our path to walk.”

Though she hoped until the end that he would kill her, Malenia could hear him walk away and knew that she had been left there. As she drifted back into oblivion, she could still hear Radahn’s ululating cries in the distance, though this time they were accompanied by loud clangs and distant shockwaves. Someone, or something, had dared to fight the monster at last. She couldn’t bring herself to care if it would be a triumphant fight or not.

Malenia fell into a bitter sleep, and awoke with a start to feel something sniffing and licking at her cunt. She realized it was one of the huge, diseased hound at once, and knew better than to struggle against the beast. Instead, she used her one hand to prop herself, spread her amputated legs as she best she could, and offered him access to her pussy.

A whore, she thought hopelessly, feeling even emptier now without the great rune. Almost as a lifeless statue.

Or a dirty rag.

I am but a whore .

The hound entered her, and Malenia gasped loudly and trembled, and faded into her eternity.