Finding my Parents in Another World-Chapter 49: (Raorka) Old Wise Sage

Raorka’s mind went blank.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his voice quiet as ice.

Rokar smiled again, revelling in Raorka’s state.

"It was love at first sight, Raorka. The moment I saw your mother in this photograph I was consumed by desire, by lust, even more than usual. I wanted to possess her, rape her into submission, more than I have wanted for anyone before." Rokar’s voice slowly devolved into frenzy as he dropped his hand down to his dick, which was erect again. Slowly he started masturbating, rhythmically running his palm over the shaft as if he were imagining fucking her right there.

"Oh yes. You can’t imagine Raorka. The madness I was consumed with. Of course I kept my promise to you. I had to find her, find your mother at all costs. But how, why? Unlike what you may think the personal guards of the Mayor won’t leave town for matters as seemingly minor as this.

But of course it was not a minor matter for me. I was obsessed with your mother, and therefore I concocted the perfect plan. Kidnapping the girls of the town itself. It would give me a scapegoat to hunt for as well as mitigate my drive, my lust for her." Rokar’s voice became more frenzied, his hand movements intensifying over his cock as he rubbed it.

As Raorka watched in horror, Rokar took the picture of his parents, and then stuck the part where his mother was smiling right on top of his dick. It seemed to cause him to get even more excited, as he began thrusting into the picture, while moaning. His movements became faster and faster, until he tore the picture with his dick, cum falling out of his penis as he climaxed to the thought of fucking the woman in there.

As the stench of semen wafted over, Raorka turned over and vomited inside the cell. He could no longer hold back the immense horror and nausea he felt at the absolute monster standing on the other side of the cage.

"And so," Rokar continued in a normal voice, rubbing his cock with the remainder of the torn picture, as if nothing had happened at all, "the scapegoat plan was in motion. As you have no doubt surmised already, I called Claire first to my mansion. I told her it was urgent, that she was to tell no one, and that she was to come alone after dark. The people in this town, bless their heart, trust and love me whole-heartedly. So of course she did as she was asked. And she trusted me too, right up until I knocked her out."

Rokar went over back to the bed and plopped down, throwing his head back as if exhausted.

"She lasted two days. I turned into a beast. Generally I can make the women last uptill a whole month, you know. That’s why I had the Royal Guard program every month, because I was sure the girl I chose would last the month. But your mother, Zoe," Rokar smiled and whipped his back right in time to see the look of revulsion on Raorka’s face as he said his mother’s name.

"Zoe changed me. She made me into the beast I am. And since you were the one who brought her picture to this town, the blame lies at your feet Raorka. You are the reason Claire died, why Jhoira died and why Fiona will die.

But I don’t condemn you. I thank you for introducing me to my goddess. And don’t you worry, I will find her. I have already sent my best tracker after her. There is no man, woman or beast that can hide from Fridt. And once he finds her, he will capture her and bring him here, thinking he has caught the kidnapper terrorising the town. And when he does, I will drag her by her hair to this room and choke her with my cock. Right. In. Front. Of. Your. Eyes."

"Aaaaaaah." Raorka burst up and slammed uselessly against the cage door again.

Rokar laughed.

"Wondering why you are not able to use your precious magik?" He asked in a mocking tone.

Raorka spit at him without answering. Rokar shrugged before continuing,

"Defy me all you want. Curse me, promise to kill me. But when I am raping your mother, when I am raping Lucerne, you will be the one begging anyway. Still unable to help them. Unable to use your magik you so trust. Do you know why?"

Rokar stood up. Then he went to the main door of the room and tapped on a large crystal on it. Immediately a faded glow permeated through the room, revealing miniscule small threads snaking all over the room, criss-crossing like a spiderwebs, covering the entire room and even going outside through the windows.

"Many moons ago, there was a wise sage." Rokar said solemnly, looking at the threads as they snaked all over the room. "The sage wasn’t able to use his magik, a childhood accident had deprived him of that. That caused him to be resentful of the power, and of those who wielded it proudly, revelling in theirs. And so, this sage invented this magik artifact. Where he got the magik for this, no one knows. But everyone can attest to its efficacy. This thread enforces a zone where no magik can be used. No matter the strength, no matter the magikal prowess, the Thread of Lakil ensures magik impotence wherever it exists."

Thus saying, Rokar turned back, his sneering smile back on his face.

"Which is to say that you and I are just the same as Lakil in this mansion. Unable to use our magik, forced to rely on our physical prowess alone. And even if you were out of your cage," Rokar flexed his muscles, which bulged even on his fat body, "I doubt you would hold a candle to me."

"Try me." Raorka said in a low whisper, his voice feral. The bloodthirst that was rising inside him was a wholly new feeling for Raorka. He had never felt such hate, such desire to rip a human being to shreds as he was feeling now.

And he was unable to do anything about it.

Rokar walked over to his cage and kicked it, causing it to slam back towards the wall. Raorka grunted in pain, but when he looked back at the Mayor, his eyes were blazing with that same ruthlessness, promising to tear Rokar apart if he ever let him out.

For the first time, Raorka saw the Mayor falter. His eyes, usually confident and sneering, displayed a moment of hesitation.

"Try me." Raorka said again, louder this time.

Rokar laughed, though this time there was an edge to his laugh. "I don’t want too much blood on my hand today." He walked over to the bed and started dragging the prone Fiona by her hair.

"FIGHT ME COWARD." Raorka roared from behind but Rokar only laughed from in front.

"Power lies with me going Raorka, and only those who have power in them are in a position to make demands." He said, refusing to turn back as he dragged the naked Fiona through the door. Even at this point, the girl made no movements, her eyes remained dead and vacant. The fight in her had been extinguished long, long ago.

Mayor Rokar threw open the door, and immediately a chill wafted over Raorka. Standing on the other side of the door was the Demon of Lust.

This time Raorka could see her in more detail. She was wearing a tight, black dress ending at just below her waist. Her skin was a light shade of purple, easily distinguishable from the skin of humans. If anyone was still confused, they wouldn’t be after seeing the huge black wings attached to her back. They all had little horns protruding from joints, complementing the two curved ones on her forehead. And her face was breathtakingly beautiful, if cruel. She was smiling, but her smile was that of a tyrant. She was smiling because she was the most powerful being in that mansion and she knew it, not because she felt joy.

"Another one, dear old Rokar?" The Demon of Lust purred, holding her hand out and caressing the face of Fiona.

"She’ll be ready for you by tonight." Rokar said. Raorka noticed that the Mayor was keeping his eyes down, refusing to meet the gaze of the Demon.

"She better be. Otherwise, I trust you know what will happen to you per our new agreement?" The Demon’s voice was sweet as honey, but the malice hidden in those words were unmistakable even for Raorka who didn’t understand the context.

"Yes." Rokar said simply and then walked out, closing the door.

Drowning the room in silence. And despair.

The stench of semen hung in the air, now mixed with vomit from earlier. Raorka plopped down on the ground, even his bloodthirst and anger from earlier fading rapidly in the face of the impossible odds he was facing. He couldn’t use magik, and he was stuck in a metal cage. And he had no way to signal to Maris or the others who, even at that moment, would be waiting for their signal before inflitrating the Mayor’s Palace at night.

In frustration, Raorka roared and punched against the wall so hard that he cut his fist. He watched the blood slowly dripping down on the floor from his fist and roared out again, this one more in despair than fury. If he couldn’t do anything then Lucerne and him would die, and so would Maris and her team and then eventually so would Temuril.

Desparate, Raorka started searching in his pockets for something, anything that he could use. A lockpick, some way to cut the bars, anything.

Unfortunately there was nothing. A handkerchief. Artemis’ leaves. And the Die of Reknown.

Raorka looked ruefully at the Die. What a different time that was! When he and Drisnen could carefreely discuss how the Die actually worked and the magik behind it. What a long time ago that felt.

Useless piece of shit.

Roaring in anger, Raorka threw the Die at the cage wall with as much force as he could muster.

The Die rolled through the air. It struck the wall of the cage with a slight ting.

And then the cage disintegrated around him.