<span style="font-weight: bold"> Chapter one : Bound </span><br/><br/><br/>Like a ripple through water, the air surrounding the newly opened well pulsed with power,sending a shockwave of raw energy throughout the cellar and into the surrounding countryside. To the small group assembled in, and around, the old farmhouse, it felt much like a sledgehammer of raw energy slamming into their chest, and though it carried no physical force, it still felt like it could have knocked anyone off their feet. The pulse of energy carried with it so much arcane and divine energy, and all at once their bodies felt alive with sensations much like those experienced briefly before - though far, far more potent. Pain, pleasure, sorrow, joy, smugness, delight, despair. It was overwhelming, and for a few seconds, that is all the world was. No light, no sound, no smells or movement. Nothing but the sensations of a thousand, no hundreds of thousands, of different individuals....<br/><br/>...All locked in a struggle of life and death.<br/><br/>Ever so slowly, vision returns, bringing with it the first sight of the battered landscape around them. No longer were they in a cellar - they were in a trench filled with ghostly, blueish see-through 'people', a dozen or so horrendously wounded, and being tended to by a squad half that size. Despite their 'glowing' frames, they are quite easy to make out - some of them looked almost human, save for the angelic wings sprouting from their backs. Others were females scantily clad in silks, if at all, with somewhat elvish features - long, pointed ears, slender frames, and universally jaw-droppingly gorgeous, almost to the point they were difficult to look away from. Amongst them, there was even a sizable naga with large, feathered wings, her scales covered in glowing symbols that randomly flashed and flickered every time she lay her hands on someone. Wounds were slow to close, and it was clear the healing staff was far, far overworked, but little by little, the more lifethreatening injuries were taken care of. Some of the smaller injuries, those that were not imminently life-threatening, simply had some sort of poultice applied, only to be wrapped in shredded cloth, pieces of the healer's clothing, or anything else that was close at hand.<br/><br/>Every throb of pain, every sensation of relief that followed the healing, flooded into the group as they stood amidst the healers and their charges, unseen. Sharing a glance amongst themselves, they discover that their own bodies are solid enough, and though they can still feel the the soil around them, still feel the ground beneath their feet, the people pass through them like air, leaving only a strange sensation behind - hope for those who've been healed, pain for those sent back to the field without having their wounds entirely taken care of. Most carry a rather heavy sense of dread and weariness, as though they knew they'd not be making it back to the little healing trench a second time.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a face appeared above the edge of the seven-foot deep, soil-lined furrow. A male, at least at a glance, though one that sported short, backwards-curved horns and slicked-back hair that cascaded down across his leather-armored shoulders. With a sinister smile curving his lips, he waves his hand to SOMETHING behind him, and all at once, the narrow channel is lined with figures, most of them humanoid, sporting horns, wings, tails, or any other number of strange appendages, and every single one of them armed with a crossbow. Demons - it had to be.<br/><br/>The handful of wounded soldiers in the trench gaze up in surprise and terror, some of them rising to their feet as their far more frail healer counterparts begin to scramble out of the immediate line of fire...but too late. Far too late. With a simple flick of the wrist, the 'leader' of the little group gaves the signal to fire, and soon enough, ghostly blue crossbow bolts begin to rain down from above, scattering throughout the wounded combatants and healers alike. Some of the bolts are obvious killshots, striking in the chest or throat or head, others seem to be more for wounding, striking legs or feet or arms.<br/><br/>Worse, the Iron Boars can FEEL the bolts piercing through the helpless soldiers and healers, every single strike a tiny pinprick of pain mingling with the sensations of fear and dread and anger.<br/><br/>It takes only a single volley before the trench goes still, save for the squirming of a few wounded survivors trying to work the bolts out of their bodies. Almost in unison, the squad of demons hopped down into the trench and began to pick through the bodies with practiced skill, ferreting out the survivors. Those unlucky enough to survive the rain of bolts quickly found themselves staring into opening maws, their battered bodies stuffed into the mouths of whoever was lucky enough to find them. It is all over in in just a few seconds, and with well over half of the demons sporting large, struggling stomachs. Again, the strange sensation of 'slickness' and wetness and warmth cascades across the group. The sensation of being swallowed alive, of waiting helplessly on digestion to claim you forever.<br/><br/>The only one left alive seemed to be the naga, who was peppered with bolts, but still moving at the very least. Still standing at the top of the trench, the male demon said something indecipherable, following it up with a laugh, to which the naga replied in a fiery tone of voice - though, again, the strange distortion effect made it impossible to understand. With a smug sense of satisfaction that veritably ROLLED across the group, the incubus stepped forwards, prepared to hop down into the pit...<br/><br/><br/>....And suddenly, was gone.<br/><br/>A high-pitched, shrieking wail washed over the furrow from somewhere beyond it, and a split-second later, a new face appeared above the trench...followed by a nearly twenty-five foot tall body. A giant?! No - something different. It looked simply like an enormous human woman, save for the pair of horns that sprouted from her forehead, curved backwards across her head, and cascaded down to nearly her shoulders behind her. Her feet were slightly larger than normal, and lightly flecked with scales, her toes more slender and enlongated, but overall she looked mostly human. Pretty, a little on the slender side, and without so much as a single bit of clothing covering her soft-looking, bare flesh.<br/><br/>With an almost playful flick of her tongue, she curled it around the incubus hanging from between her lips, and with a throaty-sounding<span style="font-style: italic">gluk!</span>, slurped him up, a thick bulge appearing in her throat ever-so-briefly, and traveling downwards.<br/><br/>With that, she simply smiled down into the trench...and licked her lips.<br/><br/>In that moment, all chaos broke loose, the once-unified group of demons suddenly fighting each other to be the first one out of the pit. Reaching down with an enormous hand, the enormous girl scooped up three of the demonettes and casually shook them free of their crossbows, then stuffed all three into her mouth in a single, massive bite. Clearly, it was too large of a mouthful, as her cheeks bulged and a random assortment of flailing arms, legs, or tails appeared and dissappeared from between her lips. Using her fingertips to stuff the appendages back between her lips, she seems to work them around her in mouth a few seconds, then tilts her head straight back. A single lump traveled down her throat, leaving just her cheeks bulging. With a wet, slurping sound, one of her cheeks suddenly empties, and she again swallows - another bulge traveling down her throat. Then, with all too much ease, the final demon is casually swallowed, the vague outline of her squirming body just briefly visible as it traveled down her throat, making her tummy swell outwards just the slightest bit.<br/><br/>Again, the the hand comes downwards, followed by another, scooping up two more handfuls as the remainder of the demons scambled to escape. With her hands full, she simply resorts to picking up her feet and slamming them down on the fleeing demons, all while cramming those squirming in her hands between her lips, gulping them down eagerly. A few more frenzied swallows, and her stomach had a nice, paunchy rounded quality to it, and she heaves what appears to be a sigh of delight, giving her tummy a little, satisfied pat.<br/><br/>The sense of satisfaction is nearly palpable, and it rushes across the group in an enormous wave, along with the sensation of being squeezed together somewhere tight and dark and wet...the feelings of both the massive, predatory woman, and the full-bellied demons who'd found themselves simmering inside of her stomach. The contentment lasts only a split second, though, before her eyes focus on something in the difference...and a look of complete fear crosses her face. She takes a single step backwards before another figure enters the scene, bounding over the little pit with complete ease - especially given this one was enormous as well. Again, it was female, mostly human - save for a thick, bushy, wolf-like tail sprouting from just above her shapely butt, and a pair of tall, pointed ears atop her head. Her fingers sported surprisingly long nails that looked every bit as dangerous as the tip of a spear. Though a good three or four feet shorter than the large human-like woman, the wolf-girl slams into her full-force, wrapping her arms around the girl's waist.<br/><br/>The fight is brief and altogether one-sided, and though the horned woman is clearly larger, she is no match at all for the wolf-girl's sheer ferocity. With a brief cry of fear that is quickly muffled by the wolf-girl's mouth, the horned girl's head disappears between the wolfgirl's lips, followed by her shoulders and rounded, full stomach. With a series of eager, greedy gulps, the woman's shapely rump and long, luscious legs disappear down the wolfgirl's throat, and with a final swallow, the girl is gone, simply a downward-traveling bulge in her throat, and a quickly growing lump in her predator's belly.<br/><br/>Again, the group more 'feels' the sigh of satisfaction than actually hears it, and the newly crowned victorious predator gives her frantically squirming stomach a satisfied pat, seemingly having absolutely no trouble in keeping the enormous meal down. Almost as an afterthought, she strolls over to the trench, peers down into it, and instantly hones in on it's single living occupant - the naga. Scooping a hand down, she simply picked up the naga by the tail, brought her up to lips, and casually stuffed her inside. After swishing the long, serpentine body around her mouth a few times, she tilts her head back and simply swallows, a long, slender bulge traveling down her neck. With nothing else seemingly living in the immediate vicinity, her eyes focus on something else in the distance, and she takes off at a (slow) run.<br/><br/>Now, completely alone, the group takes the opportunity to peek above the edges of the trench, taking a good look at the surrounding countryside. It was chaos. Utter chaos. Thousands of different individuals fighting, enormous winged beasts flying overhead, arcs of magic and explosions that would decimate a small town flashing in the distance....<br/><br/>It was war.<br/><br/>((Asara, already being above ground ,can obviously see all this too. x3 ))<br/><br/>((First time ever writing something like this, so hopefully it turned out okay. x3 Either way, welcome to the official start of the game. Enjoy! ^_^ ))