{Facous Goth Hentergolt}

  He woke as the st morning of his life at Lord of his town although he would never know it. A note was slipped under his door. He and his wife had been sleeping separately ever since the night he met Lord Savage. That great dragon had shown him just how small he was and his rightful pce in this world. None of the bunnies would look at him as he cried every time he tried to sleep with them. The thought of hurting any of them would bring Lord Savage down on all of their heads. A dragon stronger than King Onix Deathwing could easily break this world. Savage was a nightmare that brought him night terrors ever since he lost his right hand. It had been regrown, but his shame had still stained his soul.

  Leaning over, he picked up the note that had been sealed with the imprint of a lizard’s cw. His blood ran cold as he opened it and read carefully.

  Lord Hintergolt,

  I am watching you closely and am displeased. I had hoped that a man of your SIZE would be BIGGER than that. My dark eyes are still on you, and you can’t escape me. Be the BIGGER man.

  My eyes are on you. LOVE,

  Lord Savage.

  He reread it several times each time his heart ticking up a notch. This dragon was going to end his life, his city, the world they lived on. Facous was going to die this day. He knew it. That was it, he was dead and it was all because of a bunny that had ughed at him. He had a fight today and this was Savage’s way of showing his disapproval. Facous was going to die today. Even if he won, he was dead.

  A bunny opened the door and Facous jumped. “Can I help you master?” Magnolia asked. Facous gave a nervous ugh as he looked over at her, his mind beginning to fray.

  “No, no thank you. I'm good.” His voice was high and nervous as he clung to the note. His hands shook as he hid the letter and moved to his closet. He needed to look the part at least. Die with honor as his father would demand. He had been born into privilege and now it was all going to end. He was going to lose his nd from House Deveros, but his heart wasn’t in it. For so long he tortured, raped and took advantage of others and now his shame had come to light. Lord Savage had shown him just how SMALL he was. Facous cleaned, dressed and made his way to breakfast. He didn’t feel hungry, and the food didn’t look appetizing. His wife, Gutu, a bitter old cunt he only married because of her standing, refused to look at him or talk to him. The hag turned her nose up at him as he picked at his food. Ever since he lost the duel with Lord Savage, she had lost faith in him. That didn’t seem abnormal as he had lost faith in himself. Every moment felt like one step closer to Peter's Stump. The ax sharpened and ready for his neck. He knew he couldn’t fight it, ignore it or run from it.

  When the time was right, he made his way to his Knight. It was a thing of beauty, an old GolVen model that had been modified to suit his fighting style. He could use the short swords with his skills to close the distance and kill easily or dismember without struggle. He would normally slip a bde under the armpit or in the hip. When that was done, he would demand the victim beg for their lives. It was always so easy before, but now things were different. Lord Savage would burn him down if he did the wrong thing, but how was he to know what the right thing to do? Should he win, should he lose, should he just run into the crowd and kill everyone? He didn’t know what was right, but he was willing. What would make Lord Savage happy? A slight nervous giggle escaped him as he fastened the belts securing him to the Knight. The giggle became a mad ugh as he moved through the start up. His mind was breaking, and he didn’t even know it. What started as a light hum built until he was singing in a childish way.

  “Making Lord Savage happy.” Once he realized what was going on, he stopped and tried to get into the mindset he needed to win. A stray thought crossed his mind as he moved his Knight to the arena. What if Lord Savage wanted him to burn his house and city down? Would that make him happy? He shook the thought away, viewing it as madness. He was going mad after all.

  This was a duel between houses and an honored after, so everyone was gathered. The nobles were safely tucked away higher up, away from any fallout, but every now and then a bde slipped. Would it be so bad if he let his judgement pse and his bde fly to his wife’s seat. Would that make Lord Savage happy? Another chuckle escaped him, and he fought it back only to see how much his hands shook on the controls. What was wrong with him?

  The judge moved to the middle and raised his hand. It was a tiny redheaded bunny man and Facous felt his stomach clench. Would Lord Savage break him over a bunny from another family? Surely not, but Savage had beaten him over a Cottontail and Sagebrush were much higher in the standings. “Lord Hintergolt, Lady Deveros, we are gathered here for the holdings of house Hintergolt. If Hintergolt wins, House Deveros will give up all nds east of Iron Gadle. If House Deveros wins, House Hintergolt will give up all its holdings to the west of Mine Gde that is in the standing of House Savage.” The bunny expined. Facous felt his tail end tighten as he thought about Lord Savage. Surely, he wished Facous to protect Savage’s nds. That had to be right. Another ughing fit took him and he was happy his voice expander was off. “House Hintergolt, are you ready?” The bunny asked.

  “House Hintergolt stands firm” He found himself saying although his smile and the crazed look in his eye said different. Luckily no one could see that.

  “House Deveros, are you ready?” The bunny asked.

  “House Deveros fights for justice for all.” A strong female voice cried out. Facous’ hands shook harder as he moved closer to the middle. The bunny lowered his arm showing the start of the first round when a sp cut the silence. Facous looked over to see Magnolia on the ground next to his wife. She was holding her cheek and Facous felt his blood run cold. His wife had spped a bunny, and Lord Savage wouldn’t like that at all. The world would burn, blood boil and all would turn to ash if a bunny was harmed. He screamed in his Knight as he backed away, frantically pulling himself free and falling down to cower behind the Knight’s feet. Lord Savage would end all. He would kill everything and Facous felt an all-too-common warmth spread from his pants as he cried behind his Knight’s foot. He had just peed himself and didn’t care who saw, didn’t care who knew, didn’t care who heard the mutterings he was now letting out.

  “Making Lord Savage happy. Lord Savage should be happy. Forgive me Lord Savage” He cried as he held his own head. He had become the small child his father used to beat as he rocked holding himself.

  “See what fearing Lord Savage has done. A noble house brought low.” Lady Deveros cried out. “I call for a vote of no contest.” Gutu demanded. He didn’t see or hear hir, she didn’t know the god like dragon she was invoking.

  “I second that.” Lady Guldisa Deveros added. “Queen, what do you say?” She asked. The queen stood and looked around the gathered crowd.

  “It is clear that this man is no longer a man and no longer fit to lead house Hentergolt.” She said, her voice booming over the gathered masses. Lady Hentergolt turned to Lady Deveros and knelt.

  “I pray my family can serve yours and grow your wealth, nobility, and fame for the years to come.” Lady Hintergolt said, a slight smile on her face. It all went according to pn. He didn’t hear a word fearing the fire that would soon burn everything to ash. Lord Savage needed to be happy after all.

  “Lady Deveros, former dy Hintergolt. We welcome you and all your holdings into our own. Do with the trash as you will.” The Queen demanded and a small bunny woman helped Facous up and away to somewhere safe. He had done good. He didn’t hurt a bunny; he didn’t anger Lord Savage. He made Lord Savage happy. His frantic ughter followed him as he was led to a bath and his own bed. He would be safe there after all.

  Hours ter, he was crying in his room when strong hands grabbed him. Was this Lord Savage come to kill him for doing wrong? No, two boar men who his wife liked to take to bed, pulled him free of the sheets. He didn’t fault her for loving them, he understood it as she was the same as him. Aux and Poivre dragged him through his own house down into the dungeon where his wife waited. She was sitting on the seat that he used to so lovingly enjoy. Now it seemed almost a mock of the entertainment it had once been. “Dear Husband.” She started with a malice he had never heard before. A figure stepped out and it was his faithful healer. One who would make sure the sve didn’t die as he pyed. A single ear hung from the wall and his eyes locked on it. It was HER ear. The woman who broke him. Lily’s twin sister Clover. He had failed to make Lord Savage happy and that was why he was here now. He was to pay the price to ensure the world didn’t burn. The two boar men held him down on the altar. It was his pyground, and he had broken so many others before. Now it was his turn to pay the price. “Husband, can you hear me?” Gutu asked. He started ughing and that seemed only to make her angrier.

  She moved over him, as his pants were pulled down. He was exposed to the room, and he wondered if she was going to carve him up the way he had done to the bunnies before. It was somehow poetic as he started to cry. “Forgive them Lord Savage.” He cried out, drawing ughter from Gutu. She didn’t know, how could she know? Lord Savage owned this world.

  “As you have lost your balls and dick, I am going to take these useless organs from you. Any st words?” She asked as he felt the cold steel press into his manhood.

  “This WILL make LORD SAVAGE HAPPY!!” he cried out as his wife sawed throw his cock and balls. They fell to the floor, and he cried openly wishing Lord Savage was here to see that he was now a good boy. The good boy his father wished him to be. The good boy that he wished he was brave enough to be. A wave of healing magic flowed over him as he wept.

  “Leave a hole rge enough for him to pee from. I want him to live a long, useless, dickless life.” His wife commanded. She kelt and took up the useless member, taking it to his trophy wall and hammering the tiny child sized manhood in pce along the others. Ears, hands, feet and even the head of a male bunny who Facous had once tried to y with. It was his wall of shame and only fitting that he now joined it. Maybe now that he was on that wall, he would fall under the protection of Lord Savage. He had joined the pce of so many of his toys. “Let him lose in his city. Let everyone see what fucking an animal brings to our world.” She commanded as Facous was dragged from the alter and into the night. He was in a common gown, bare underneath with nothing to feel shame from. He was free, pure and now able to sing the praises of Lord Savage. The dragon who would cleanse the world with fire and steel. At st, he had made Lord Savage happy. His body shook as he moved through the back alley a new song lifting his heart.

  “Making Lord Savage happy.” He sung, his eyes wide, showing all the white and a smile on his face that made people move across the street away from him. That didn't matter though. All that mattered was making Lord Savage Happy.

  Announcement I fucking love this chapter. Something about an unhinged character makes my spine tingle. He will return and I know this was just a short paragraph in the first copy, but I felt this needed more. Sometimes it fun to watch the bad guy get punished and I hope you feel the same. I have a big surprise pnned for the end of next month so keep posted.