May despair be with you, Your Highness (Prologue + Chapter 1) Author: The End of an Empire

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May Despair Be With You, Your Highness (Prologue + Chapter 1)

Prologue: The Beginning of Despair

"Under the witness of the banner of Yusilis, Your Highness Princess Nihilisma, you will face your final judgment." The master of ceremonies' kind yet cruel declaration echoed across the royal square. "

Do you have any objections to the accusations and evidence submitted by Prince Nicholas to the Royal Arbitration Court?" The master of ceremonies controlled his emotions, but could not conceal the pain in his eyes. This elderly man, after accompanying the Yusilis dynasty through many storms, showed strong emotion for a member of the royal family for the first time. He looked expectantly, yet futilely, at the young woman with black hair in the center of the square.

The woman, or rather, the young girl who had just come of age, did not become hysterical, nor did she defend herself. Her fair face showed no expression; she simply stared blankly at the person on the high seat, her brother, with her sky-blue eyes.

After a long silence, the master of ceremonies finally broke the silence. "Then, Your Highness is guilty of treason." He paused. "From this day forward, Your Highness will lose the title of 'Your Highness,' be abandoned by the royal family, lose your first-in-line right of succession in the late king's will, and become the 'Princess of Sin.' Do you have any objections?" Even though his heart was breaking, he had to follow the procedure. He was merely the master of ceremonies; he had no power to intervene in the conflict between the two major royal factions. The people on the edge of the square silently awaited what was to come. Although everyone knew that the princess, who had devoted herself to the Yusilis Dynasty since the age of 16, was innocent, they could not change anything.

"After deliberation by the Arbitration Court, we have decided to impose the 'Abyss' punishment on the 'Princess of Sin,' Nehilisya Yusilis, hoping to serve as a warning to future generations, and that in the face of a formidable enemy, there will be no more instances of the high command betraying the people!" Having said this, the old master of ceremonies could no longer control his emotions. He took a deep breath, gazing at the beautiful and captivating figure not far away—her fair skin, the eyes inherited from the late king, the long, pure black hair inherited from the late king's beloved concubine—everyone, except for the prince's group, saw her as the future king. He would cruelly watch this princess walk into hell, powerless to stop it.

The woman remained unresponsive. Even as the legendary, terrifying tortures fell upon her, she remained unmoved, only looking at her beloved brother.

"Why must it be done, Grand Tutor?" the prince asked his Grand Tutor, Stim, turning his head away in anguish.
"Because Her Highness the Princess possesses the first in line to the throne and has the approval of the Elven royal family." Stim bowed respectfully, whispering in the prince's ear, "Then she will become the eternal queen of the Yusilis dynasty. You and your descendants will lose the right to rule the dynasty, forever." "Where the prince couldn't see, Steve smiled meaningfully, then disappeared. 'And she's clearly a woman, clearly born of a concubine, so why can she wield power? Are you willing to accept this?' 'Stop talking! It's not like that! It's not like that…' Prince Nicholas, now the future king, muttered softly, stealing glances at his beloved sister.

'Now, begin the execution.' The master of ceremonies finally announced loudly.

You shouldn't have done this. Nihilisma let the hard, hollow emerald crystal pillar rise from beside her feet.
The narrow pillar gradually imprisoned her; this was only the beginning.

I had no choice. Prince Nicholas closed his eyes.

The summoner erected a barrier at the top of the emerald crystal pillar, and a stench began to emanate from within. Several ugly, slimy tentacles reached towards the beautiful princess—the lewd beast of Vadora, a woman's hell.

You are not yet old enough to inherit the throne. The tentacles were already close, but the princess still gazed at the younger brother she had cared for since childhood, the one she had grown up with."

"I have my own ambitions too." The prince lowered his head.

The tentacles finally touched the princess. Due to the narrowness of the pillar, the tentacles almost blocked all the space, rotating and writhing like a lump of rotting flesh. Their biological instincts led them to where they belonged. The princess finally cried out, her mouth immediately engulfed by the tentacles. She shook her head in pain, but couldn't escape the tentacles' invasion and the violent thrusting. The princess pressed her hands, clad in plain white brocade gloves with gold thread, against the inner wall of the pillar, whereupon they were tightly wrapped by the slightly thinner tentacles and dragged back into the fleshy mass. The intense discomfort in her throat caused the princess to kick her legs, and then her legs, encased in high-top plain white leather boots and black stockings, were also wrapped by the tentacles. The next moment, the most violent struggle began, as three thick tentacles reached for the princess's lower body, tearing the hem of her royal dress. The tentacles slammed into her genitals, and whether from the struggle or the thrusting, the flesh within the solid emerald crystal pillar churned violently. Occasionally, glimpses of Princess Nehirisa's fair skin, covered by fragments of her pure white royal dress, and sometimes her long, disheveled black hair could be seen, only to be immediately submerged in the purplish-black, viscous flesh. A thin layer of viscous fluid slid down from the base of the pillar during the assault, like that of a lewd beast extracting fat, soaking the soles of the princess's boots. It was the most disgusting, viscous liquid, impossible to wash off with water, and now the white fluid soaked the princess's entire body. "

I don't blame you, my brother." The sister struggled to extend her head out of the flesh, her bare left eye casting a soft gaze at her brother before disappearing. The princess could no longer see, hear, or breathe; only her body could convey the hellish sensations to her senses. The summoning was complete. The enormous Vadora, like a mollusk, slid into the pillar. The top of the emerald crystal pillar began to close, tiny tentacles intertwining to obscure the princess's vision. Tiny tentacles burrowed into her ears, robbing her of hearing; tiny tentacles burrowed into her nose, making it impossible for her to breathe.
Struggling was futile; all that remained was the viscous, nauseating, and chaotic, prolonged thrusting. "

I'm sorry, my sister," the younger brother cried, clutching his head in anguish.

"When the liquid of punishment for sin overflows over the heads of the sinner, all sins will be forgiven," the master of ceremonies began to pray. He didn't know if the princess, granted immortality, would be sent to heaven by that damned liquid, but he hoped that the eternal princess of the Yusilis dynasty, Nehilisia, could find peace. The

silent crowd finally began to weep, for a "sinner," for Princess Nehilisia, who had strived for seven long years to save her nation from the iron-blooded empire's trampling.

The princess could know nothing more…

She would stand forever in the center of the Yusilis Dynasty until its destruction…

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Chapter One

The war was not progressing well.

Since Princess Nishilisia lost her title of 'Your Highness' and was punished, the people and the army lost their faith, and the territory of the Yusilis Dynasty was rapidly lost under the iron hooves of the Western French Empire. Prince Nikolai was not a qualified king; he was cowardly, and his military abilities were very mediocre. Day and night, grieving and disappointed people would come to the center of the royal square, kneeling under the emerald crystal pillars, hoping that their goddess of war, Her Majesty the Queen, could protect them, even though their consciences made them hope that Her Highness the princess could rest in peace.

More than a year had passed since 'Judgment Day,' and the violent rolling of the Vadora beast had stopped. People knew that Princess Nishilisia was no longer struggling; she was merely moving mechanically with the entanglement of the tentacles, day and night without ceasing. Fortunately, the cessation of the struggle loosened the fleshy mass, allowing people to see parts of the princess's body entangled by layers of tentacles. These "partial" parts were because, under the beast's relentless secretions, the slime had finally reached the princess's inner thighs. The princess's royal robes, though torn, had coalesced into a new "clothing" with a different material. Through the emerald crystal pillar walls, one could see a thick layer of slime covering the princess's body like a bodysuit—the most difficult liquid to wash off, now tightly binding Nehilisia. Only a vile method could remove this damned substance…

According to the disciplinary procedure, you have half your time left before you are released. The aged master of ceremonies gently stroked the emerald crystal pillar, where Nihilisia's head, enveloped by dense tentacles and revealing only a sliver of her pale cheek, leaned weakly against the inner wall, writhing with the tentacles in her nose, ears, and throat. The old man couldn't see the princess's eyes, but he could see the lingering pain on her face from before she fainted, and a sudden sadness welled up inside him.

Looking at the white, viscous fluid that had spread to half of her body, the old man suddenly wondered if her soul had already found peace in the embrace of the Holy Mother, leaving only her body to continue suffering. The Vadora's fluid was its reproductive fluid, and the tentacles were both sexual organs and excretory openings... Damn it, those lowly creatures dared to defile our princess with their murky white fluid and coarse black excrement! ...Your Highness, I don't know whether to wish for you to die or for you to live on with strength...

The kingdom is about to fall, Your Highness, can you protect your people?

... Am I already dead

?

My whole body is numb, no longer feeling that persistent, agonizing impact.

Why is it still dark before my eyes? That sticky feeling that spreads up to my waist... I've been unconscious. Nihilisma is caught between dreams and reality, her usually clear and calm mind beginning to fog...

Nikolai, I don't blame you.

Heh, the elves granted me eternal life, will that slime suffocate me if it spreads over my head? ...How long has it been? A year, two years, ten years? ...

The Western Empire is too powerful, you can't resist it, I must protect you, my only family.

Is this 'female hell'? My body feels so uncomfortable, so strange... Is this solid stuff sliding down my throat the excrement of a lewd beast? How disgusting...

Brother, you were too hasty, I will eventually entrust the throne to you, when everything settles down.

"Little brother, be careful, you have to spit out the bones and eat the carp slowly... It must be Sturm who bewitched you...

" ...

Why do I feel the slime flowing away? Am I dreaming?

...

This hazy light, is it sunlight? Have I returned to the embrace of the Virgin Mary?

...

Then, Nihilisma fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't know that what awaited her was true despair, and an abyss...

Nihilisma slowly awoke from the darkness, the princess's mind finally beginning to function calmly. She found herself still almost deaf, blind, and without a sense of smell, her body immersed in a cold liquid, but it was definitely not the fluid of the Vadora beast, but rather the layer of 'clothes' still tightly covering her body, accompanying her for countless years, giving her a familiar 'feeling'.

The cold water, the stench that could be felt even with her nose blocked, the faint feeling of chains binding her neck—this was...the dungeon!

"Come, my beautiful mermaid has awakened!"

Who is it! Nihilisia's hair stood on end. She hadn't even known someone was beside her! Most importantly, even though her ears were sealed with slime, how could she hear this person speaking?

"Don't be alarmed, this is just a temporary mind magic applied to you." "Why...

that's right, I can hear your thoughts." "Now, 'open your eyes,' and 'speak' to me." Nihilisia followed this feeling and slowly 'opened her eyes.' She was in a dimly lit dungeon, or rather, a filthy water dungeon. Filth and the bones of others floated on the dark water, and the one speaking to her... was Sipua!
The Emperor of the Western Empire!

"You still remember me? It's been two years, you 'Great Princess' who caused me to lose so many opportunities and troops, I still remember you dearly. How did you end up like this?" Sipua Sipha's mocking laughter humiliated Nehilis, but she also saw her own filthy state: covered in the vile fluids of lowly demons, soaking in the enemy's filthy water dungeon, she looked nothing like a princess. "

Laugh at me, humiliate me, go ahead, don't waste your breath!" "Looks like you haven't woken up yet, then I'll help you. Do you remember where you were tortured?...!" "I've also brought your dearest family, your most hated traitors," Sipua said, pulling a rope, and a person fell into the filthy pool, splashing dirty water all over Nehilis, brother! "...Nikola, why are you here...? Because the Eusilis Dynasty is destroyed, the Empire has won, sister! Don't reminisce, your dear sister is suffering, you know how to remove Vadora's reproductive fluids, right?" "Use, use the semen of a male creature, that's right. Then hurry up and stage this drama of sibling affection, I can't wait! I'm sorry, sister! I don't want to die! Nikolai, let your brother's voice echo in Nishilisia's mind, I won't, I'll never blame you."
Nishilisia thought silently.

"Liberate your sister's poor features." Nishilisia was suddenly tackled into the filthy pool by her brother, her cheeks rubbed by a hot, hard object, but she couldn't find an entry point.

Damn it!!! Nishilisia saw her brother's bloodshot eyes through her spiritual perspective, and suddenly realized that this was a play specially staged to humiliate her. She suddenly felt a deep fear, even being defiled by a lewd beast was better than being violated by her brother controlled by drugs and lust.

"Idiot, why don't you shoot yourself first to melt away the obstacle?" Not long after, with a long howl, Nihilisma felt her face, chest, cheeks, and hair covered in scalding liquid. The lewd beast's slime began to dissolve. Nihilisma smelled the stench of the water prison and the fishy smell of semen. She saw her beloved younger brother riding on her chest like a beast pouncing on its prey in the dim water prison. She saw Sipuya standing in the distance, holding the rope, covering his nose, and laughing mockingly.

"Brother...brother! Ugh!..." Nishirisa's voice was low and hoarse, then even the ability to speak was taken away. Nikolai thrust his penis forcefully into his sister's mouth, tearing at her still alluring black hair, murmuring, "Sister, sister, I love you the most..." A long time passed, so long that Nishirisa felt her consciousness was about to leave her, when Nikolai suddenly yanked her hair. With a sharp pain, a large amount of hot liquid, more abundant than any lewd beast, gushed into her throat. The liquid tried to escape, but was blocked by his still-erect penis.
Nishirisa vomited painfully, but her brother held her head down, preventing her from spitting out.

"Enough, Nikolai." Seeing that Nikolai seemed to want to find another place to vent his lust, Sipua yanked the rope sharply, pulling Nikolai ashore, his head pinned down, unable to move, letting out a beast-like roar.

Nishirisa began to dry heave, then white, cloudy liquid gushed from her nose and throat. She coughed incessantly, "The prince's lust is truly high." "Ha, Nihilisma, look at yourself! pathetic, ugly! You are utterly unworthy of the royal title!" "So, now you know, the dynasty you've guarded for seven years has been completely destroyed. You and your dear brother are now my prisoners. How does it feel? Pretty good, huh?" Cypua dragged Nikolai outside. "Rest well. When you get out, you'll see true hell." Silence returned to the water dungeon, broken only by the hissing of rats, the buzzing of flies, and the writhing of maggots. Soon, a whimpering sound came, then grew louder, and began to wail bitterly. The great Princess Eusilis cried like a child.

"Why, why!..." No one answered her questions. ...

(To be continued)

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