Diablo: The Sacrifice of Leah

Chapter 1: The Butcher's Tavern

Even as darkness shrouds the world, humanity, under any dim light, still clings to a fragile, illusory hope,
fueled .

The Butcher's Tavern is such a sanctuary.

The battle between demons and angels has shattered the world, with monsters taking over the land. In
the nights of New Tristram, the Butcher's Tavern illuminates this dark land with candlelight, comforting the souls of every adventurer.

It is said that every legendary figure has lingered here. In this brightly lit building, there are rough
farmers chugging ale, and tall, hooded ladies sipping rum; all sorts of people, high and low,
can find their place in the tavern. The most eye-catching are often the rough mercenaries, who
recklessly down cups of cheap ale, boasting their
half-truths to everyone else holding a glass, and brazenly flirting with every passing girl—of course, girls are a rare
sight .

However, two special guests today drew everyone's attention. Two girls—no, not
just any girls, but two stunning beauties who would shine even in the darkest crypt—occupied
a corner of the tavern, quietly sipping ale. One had a delicate, charming face with a strong oriental influence,
short chestnut hair, and was dressed in hunting attire; her long, muscular legs exuded youthful allure. The other was
even more radiant. It wasn't a metaphor; everyone was certain it wasn't. They seemed to see
a tangible, sacred power emanating from her, pure and oppressive.

Every male cast a gaze upon them with a murderous intent, undisguised desire spreading
everywhere , yet no one dared to approach them. Several groups of brave souls had already been easily thrown out of
the tavern, and the continuous wails coming from outside indicated that the two ladies clearly had no intention of letting them off easily.

“Sister Melatis, sometimes I wonder, what's the point of our fighting? These filthy people,
they've lost their faith, their dignity, elegance, and the virtues of forgiveness have long since vanished in the calamity.
What and those lurking monsters?”

“Lia…our lives have no meaning, have they? We haven't fought for these people;
we've only fought for our beliefs…or rather, simply wanted to kill
all .” “Beliefs…Sister, after all this is over, I want to open my own little tavern. Uh,
if you need work then, I'll consider you. If I'm still alive.”

"A tavern like this? Forget it, let's drink. Everyone knows we came carrying darkness, and
we'll return to darkness..."

Finally able to calm down and rest, Paladin Meladis and Ranger, or rather, the future
scholar Miss Lia, accepted a commission to investigate the whereabouts of a meteorite, only to discover that dark forces were rapidly growing beneath the monastery.
After a grueling battle, the overwhelming power of the Nephalem gave them a decisive advantage over the dark creatures, and the two
defeated the shadow of New Tristram—the Skeleton King Leo Burner—and found clues to the meteorite.

Despite being the most powerful knight on the continent, Meladis was still a girl and
was thoroughly weary of this seemingly endless battle. Lia, true to her girlish nature,
might , but after the battle, she couldn't wait to relax.

However, there were still problems that the Nephalem's power couldn't solve. Having finally found a chance to sit down and drink, they were
constantly being stared at by these filthy and disgusting male creatures, making it impossible for anyone to feel any pleasure.

“These bastards… I really want to cleanse them…” “Never mind, we’re leaving soon. But what I’m
curious about is, many of them kept running into the tavern’s small cubicles and then coming back for a while. What were they doing
?” Lyra asked curiously.

Meradius, who hadn’t even flinched after defeating the Skeleton King, turned red-faced upon hearing her words.
With her Nephalem senses, she already knew what that place was; the intermittent groans and occasional growls
had been bothering her for a long time.

“Lia… I really hope I don’t shatter your dream of opening a tavern… but it seems every tavern has one
of these cubicles…” “Ah, what’s that? I have to see!” Lyra said, rushing over. After all,
curiosity is an indispensable virtue for a beautiful scholar. Meradius chuckled inwardly, preparing to watch her make a fool of herself.

The small tavern obviously didn’t have overly elaborate decorations. The so-called cubicle was simply a small door separated by a curtain
. Lyra lifted the curtain, revealing a hidden space leading to the basement. However, the curtain
seemed to be enchanted with simple soundproofing magic; lifting it released a strange sound that made her blush and her heart race.

"Are you sure you want to see for yourself?" Meladis chuckled wickedly. "Hmm...curiosity...is a virtue, after all!"

Descending the steps, the strange sounds grew louder. Lya was stunned. This basement was enormous
compared to the small tavern, divided into eleven or twelve separate rooms, some with
iron bars on top. In almost every room, a man and a woman were engaged in a fierce battle. The men were nothing more than
beasts who had drunk their fill, while the women were incredibly varied: some were middle-aged women with thick makeup,
clearly engaged in some strange profession; some were young, thin girls, obviously being forced; and there was even
a succubus tightly bound in chains, two strong men spreading her legs and inserting something strange
between them.

However, the most astonishing of all these women was a room in the basement directly opposite the entrance. There were no curtains
or iron bars; four wrist-thick iron chains hung suspended in the air, their ends suspending a strange female body. It
was a section of snow-white torso. Iron limb guards were fitted to her elbows and knees, seemingly placed
on her limbs before her wounds healed. Once the wounds were closed, the internal protrusions of the guards fused with her flesh, almost becoming part of her body.

Circular iron hooks were cast at the base of the guards, allowing for easy attachment and fixation.
Having lost half her limbs, the body appeared remarkably light, as if floating in the dark, damp air,
swaying gently with the changing air currents.

Yet, sensorily, this alluring body was far from light; it was a remarkably voluptuous body.
The smooth, white flesh seemed to ooze the alabaster, her buttocks were large and round, and what made one's breath quicken was her pair of magnificent breasts…
Her breasts were as full as two small watermelons. Her belly bulged suspiciously, as if she were several months pregnant,
or perhaps because it had been filled with too much. It was a
female body that was exquisitely beautiful in every part, yet overflowing with cheap, carnal sensuality.

At this moment, the sinister iron limbs of her elbows and knees were hooked together, bending her body into a circle. The cold iron chains connected to the limbs
made a creaking, grinding sound as they rattled. Her chestnut hair was tangled in the chains, and her pale face was raised.

Looking closely at her face, there was an indescribable charm, like a beautiful and intellectually elegant base
painted with a lustful glow.

Her waist was bent into an arc, and her two breasts hung in front of her chest. One breast was tattooed with a jet-black demonic
lotus flower , and the other breast was tattooed with the word "sow" in blood-red paint. As if to prevent her from biting her tongue
and committing suicide, an iron gag was stuffed into her mouth, preventing her from closing her jaw. A burly man was brutally raping
her. Upon closer inspection, his thick penis was thrusting in and out anally, while his hands were also busy.
One hand roughly kneaded her full breasts, while the other was deep inside her vagina.

The woman groaned in pain, but this only aroused the rapist. He
convulsed , quickly pulled out his weapon, and ejaculated thick semen onto the woman's face.

"Bastard, I always have to clean up after her! Can't you just pour it into her cunt?" An
unassuming old man stepped forward, and surprisingly, he cast a cleansing spell,
restoring the woman's body to a clean and alluring state. "It's really hard on me so that you, you filthy bitch, can keep getting customers."

Seemingly to vent his anger, he picked up a leather whip and lashed it hard against the woman's delicate clitoris, causing
her body to tremble.

"Rilde, I really don't know what your boss was thinking, turning such a beautiful woman into
something that's neither human nor ghost and selling her for just one copper coin each time, and even sending you, the priest, to guard her. What a
losing proposition!" someone in the crowd standing in line shouted.

"Heh heh you lowly illiterates, didn't you see this sign over there? It says it very clearly here, this
isn't just some random stinking whore, this is the once-famous Pearl of the North—the Ice and Snow Mage Andrea,
haven't you heard of her?"

"Nonsense! We may not have seen Andrea, but haven't we heard of the Ice and Snow Goddess
? An eighth-tier mage, the Pearl of the North, it's said that her long, beautiful legs drove countless nobles mad with infatuation.
Andrea was a slender beauty, how could this whore, as fat as a sow, possibly be the
Ice and Snow Goddess!"

"Ugh ugh ugh" Hearing the familiar name, the naked and lewd female body seemed to regain some clarity. She
struggled desperately, but without limbs, she could only futilely pull at the rattling chains, which enraged the irritable
guard , who lashed out with his whip.

The sharp cracking of whip marks left deep red welts on the woman's body. The guards, still unsatisfied, found the brutal
torture utterly meaningless. They glanced at the burly men watching and chuckled, "Let me
show you!"

With that, he pressed one hand against the woman's buttocks and the other pulled on her mutilated right leg, twisting it violently.
A sharp crack echoed as bone dislocated, sending chills down everyone's spines. It was likely Andrea's naked body writhing
wildly , fine beads of sweat beading on her skin, her muffled screams echoing through the crowd. "
The show's just beginning, you filthy bitch. Stop pretending, it's not like it's your first time." The guard
twisted the mutilated leg clockwise, then, using a metal hook, pulled out a section of glistening, white femur amidst the stunned silence of the onlookers
. "Holy crap…this is…this is…" The onlookers were utterly dumbfounded. “Don’t worry, this
isn’t the first time we’ve done this to her. It’s a special trick left over from when we were doing her bitch transformation. Look,
there’s not even any blood. This leg bone is her personal toy, it’s just a little painful, the tendons on it have already been
severed . Watch, the real thrill is yet to come!” With that, the guard pulled out a long section of the leg bone and
inserted it into Andrea’s pitifully wide-open vagina. The thick bone joint stretched open the tender flesh, and
when it was about a palm’s depth, the guard deliberately rotated it, the joint rubbing against the most erogenous zone of the woman’s body, making her
tremble .

“Look, she’s actually getting horny! She’s getting horny from being fucked by her own leg bone!” the onlookers cheered.
The guard even more excited, thrusting the thigh bone deep inside.

"My God, this will pierce your uterus!"

"Heh heh, still pretending to be high and mighty? I'll pierce your uterus today, so you
can't !"

Just as everyone was getting excited, a sharp arrow pierced through the air, piercing the guard's hand. He screamed and tried to
use magic to retaliate, but was struck by a beam of judgment from the sky and immediately fell to the ground unconscious.

"You shameless scum!" Lydia was furious and swung her bow, knocking down the beastly men
one by one.

“Um… Lya, are we sure we want to get involved in this mess?”

“Mess? Sister, did you see what they were doing? What’s the difference between humans and demons like that?”

“But things like this happen all the time. I told you, every tavern has
a cellar like this. Of course… this one is a bit extreme… but human nature has a dark
side , and people need an outlet. It’s not surprising that scum like this is controlled by lust.”

Meladis spoke the words of a wise woman. Although the Nephalem’s power was immense, she was still
a pure lady. So she was a bit bewildered by the overly lewd atmosphere of the basement and couldn’t find a reason not to go to
the rescue .

“However… my Nephalem intuition tells me… this rescue will cause us considerable trouble,
which is why I’m resisting…”

“But, some things can’t be avoided just because you’re afraid of trouble, right, sister?” Faced with the girl’s persistent,
shining eyes, Meladis relented: “Alright, alright, you scum in the basement, I’m in a bad mood
right now . I’ll give you thirty seconds to all disappear.” With a flick of her wrist, a beam of judgment
struck down the rapist who was clearly being forced upon the girl: “You, all of you, get out of here.” “Now…” Lydia
He stepped forward, placing his foot on the hand pierced by the arrow, making sure the guard was jolted awake by the excruciating pain: "You should tell me
why you treat a lady so cruelly."

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