FORBIDDEN - The Lustful Tyrant Of Earth 531

FORBIDDEN - The Lustful Tyrant of Earth 531

by Onyxe Blade

The clock read 9:51 PM, and the night sky was a shade darker than usual. A figure, encased in gleaming holy armor, strode towards the castle at the heart of the Royal Lands. This wasn't the lush, magical Royal Lands of Earth 135. This was Earth 531, a place with a grimmer, medieval feel. The knight, clad in chrome, ivory, and brass, clutched his matching shield and sword, nearing the castle where the tyrannical ruler of Mayland held court. This king, a cruel and perverted man, cared only for his own twisted desires. His partner in crime, Reverend Mother Eleonora Lopez, was equally sadistic. Together, they ruled Mayland with an iron fist. Many warriors, sages, and assassins had tried to end the “Lustful Tyrant’s” reign. None succeeded. Those who failed met a grim fate, especially the men, who became the tyrant’s “living dildos.” 

The knight reached the castle doors, ready to magically unlock them. But before he could, the doors swung open on their own. Cautious, but undeterred, he stepped inside, sword and shield ready. The castle’s interior was eerily quiet, but he remained on high alert, heading for the throne room. Suddenly, a woman appeared, her cream-colored skin and reddish-brown hair framed by a nun’s habit. It was Reverend Mother Lopez.

She held a candle and a holy book, her brown eyes cold as she faced him. Instinctively, he raised his sword. She chuckled softly. “If you hadn’t noticed,” she said, “I let you in. I also spelled the guards so you’d reach your target. But do you really think you can kill the king? Better men have tried, and they all suffered. The lucky ones died. If you want to proceed, be my guest. But your fate is sealed. The king’s in a good mood tonight; he might even grant you mercy. But anger him, and not even your god can save you.”

“Strange,” the knight replied, “that someone as corrupt as him would help me. Do you think this will redeem you, Mother Lopez? Your control over Mayland’s churches is disturbing, but you’re not my target. Once I deal with the tyrant, your punishment will follow. Step aside, unless you want your reckoning now.” 

“Foolish man,” she sneered. “You’re not worthy to judge me. I know your fate. I want you to face the king. It’s the only way you’ll learn your place. I would wish you luck, but I don’t want to give you false hope. The next time we meet, you’ll be a shell of yourself. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have prayers to attend.” Reverend Mother Lopez left, confident in the knight’s impending doom. 

He entered the throne room and found the king, a caramel-skinned cambion, naked on his throne, playing a handheld game with headphones on, a bowl of pineapple chunks beside him. The king had sensed the knight’s presence, but hoped his guards or the Reverend Mother would handle it. “Can we reschedule this whole ‘killing me’ thing?” the king asked. “I’m in the middle of a game, trying to beat my record. Do me a favor and leave.”

“Vile demon!” the knight retorted. “I’m here to end your tyranny. Many have tried, but I’ve prepared for this. I trust in my holy powers to defeat you.” 

“Cute monologue,” the king said, “but I’m serious. Leave, or—” Before he could finish, the knight struck, slashing the king’s abdomen. Intestines spilled out, and blood flowed like a waterfall. The king barely kept his game from falling, but his pineapples were scattered. The knight tried to strike again, but the enraged king kicked him away.

The king grabbed a handful of his intestines and ate them, regenerating instantly. His mood shifted from lazy to feral. He conjured a loincloth to cover himself, removed his headphones, and glared at the knight with demonic red eyes. “I gave you a chance,” he growled. “I know Eleonora let you in. I’ll punish her by making her cook me three pans of mac and cheese and some salmon. (Though I'll probably just annoy her till she does it.) Now, you’re gonna regret that you ever existed! (I know, cliché, but I'm mad.)”

The knight rose, charging the king. They clashed. The knight’s holy weapon was only half-effective against the half-demon. The king, now serious, showed the knight his power. He dodged and countered, mocking the knight, saying his god had abandoned him. The knight, losing his composure, made a reckless attack, leaving himself vulnerable. The king charged demonic energy into his fist, aiming for the knight’s head. The knight raised his shield, but the impact shattered it and ripped open his armor, exposing his genitals.

Humiliated, the knight covered himself. The king’s eyes widened with lust. “Hmm,” he said. “I thought you were useless, but you’ll make a fine ‘living dildo.’ I guess I’ll go easy on Eleonora. (Nah, I want that mac and cheese.) Everything serves King Onyx Carousel’s interests. (I know, third person, but it sounded cool.)” 

“I won’t become one of your playthings!” the knight yelled, grabbing his sword to kill himself. But the king took control of his mind, forcing him to drop the weapon. The king then telepathically positioned the knight, making him erect. Tears streamed down the knight’s face as he became another victim.

The next morning, after breakfast with the king and guards, Reverend Mother Lopez went to the basement to pray with the king’s “living dildos.” She sat among the broken men, then walked over to the newest addition, placing her hand under the knight’s chin. “I told you this would be your fate,” she said, smiling. “Now you’ll suffer for eternity.” She opened her Bible and read, “Damnation means ‘Condemnation’ for those who resist God’s authority.” 

Meanwhile, on Earth 135, King Onyx Carnival woke in a cold sweat, haunted by a dream of his alternate self, King Onyx Carousel’s actions. “So that’s one of the evil Onyx’s deeds,” he muttered. “I need to deal with that monster. But first, I need to compose myself. I have a kingdom to run.”