The Lord of Ragnarok

Mini Chapter 15 - Scrub

Temple of Celestia Sol - Banquet Hall - Dark Rainbow’s P.O.V.

I growl as I work the hand brush against the floor. The Banquet Hall has to be cleaned twice daily. Ever since Lord Mannulus claimed me I’ve had little choice in what it is that I am to do. He spoke of humbling me, and now I understand how he planned on doing it. I was turned over to the maids, told that I was the lowest of their number, and told specifically that I was to have the hardest jobs that no one else wanted.

One of which was scrubbing the fucking Banquet Hall twice daily! The Banquet Hall doesn’t grow in size, but the tables are often arranged in various locations depending on how many would be dining. For anyone that was lucky, or unlucky, enough to have to scrub the floor it meant cleaning each table, top to bottom, moving them to one side of the Banquet Hall, scrubbing that cleared side, and then moving them to the clean side and scrubbing the other side.

I had to manually do it, I couldn’t use my wings, and instead I was forced to be little more than a fucking mud pony. I wish that he’d just chosen to tie me to a bed and have his way with me. Sure, I’d still hate him, and I’d swear vengeance, but it couldn’t suck as badly as this. There is no way it could suck as badly as this. The seconds ticked by slowly as I pushed the brush hard against the floor. The sounds of the bristles dragging against the sudsey floor seemed to echo throughout the Banquet Hall, and I was forced to listen to the sound of my humiliation. I was a nightmare. I was a being created by dark magic, one that existed to torment and torture other beings for all of eternity.

Instead I was reduced to being a simple maid. Finally I finished the last bit of the floor, and I moved the tables back out to where they should be. My arms cramped, my back hurt, and my legs felt like rubber as I stood. I wanted to scream, to lash out, and to destroy something for this injustice, but I had learned my lesson. I heard the sound of someone nearing me and I lowered my head.

“Well done,” Stephanie said as she neared me, “The Banquet Hall is acceptable for service.”

I gave a curt nod, “Is there anything else?” I asked as acidly as possible, “Mistress, or may I be left to my own devices?”

I felt her hand, and I prepared to be taken to task, “You know, if you would relax, accept your lot, and get with the program we wouldn’t be forced to make you do this daily.”

I glared at her, “Forced?” I asked, “Forced?! I am a Nightmare! I am a power beyond understanding, and I’m forced to clean the Banquet Hall! What’s next? Will I have to drain and clean the hot springs?! Maybe I’ll have to clean the toilets with my tongue! This, all of it, is beneath me!”

She studied me for a moment, and I could see her considering what would come next. I puffed up my chest. I was a nightmare, I was an immortal being formed of the darkest magics, the very daughter of the stars, and I would not cower before a vampire. Were I released I would find holy water and force it down her throat, but I was not released. I watched as she shook her head.

“The hotsprings don’t need cleaning,” she said, “But Virth needs the treasury cleaned. Go there, and listen to her instructions on the cleaning. Again, if you would accept this, if you were willing to compromise, and simply knew that there was no escaping I could promise that you would at least have the chance to enjoy your life.”

I growled at her, “My enjoyment will come when this temple falls, all of you are destroyed, and Mannulus is staked to the ground and left for the crows.”

With that I walked toward the direction of the temple’s treasury. I knew that once there I would face Virth in her natural form. She had taken to lounging on a large pile of gold coins, and walking into the treasury was a good way to get burned alive if one didn’t announce themselves. Since I had no desire to die, yet, I knew to announce my presence. I did, and I watched as the large dragon changed forms.

In this form she was fetching, beautiful, and I hated her. I hated that she was given limited freedom where I was forced to work day in and day out. I hated her so deeply that it was my truest hope she would simply combust into flames and die before me.

“I have come to clean the treasury.”

She looked at me, “How is it that I’ve heard it said… your resting bitch face is epic.”

I glowered at her, “I hate you, and were I free I would sodomize you with the largest sword available.”

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She looked at me, “And that is why you won’t know the sweet taste of freedom.”

I shook my head, “And it’s not like you do,” I spat back acidly, “You’re nothing more than Mannulus’ guard dog. You’re not even worth him claiming as a bride. A vicious animal that serves the single purpose of watching over the gold.”

She studied me, and I saw something that I didn’t expect to see. It wasn’t anger, but instead I saw pity. I saw pity and it made me sick. I didn’t want pity. I wanted to be free, I wanted to ravage this temple, to destroy all that dwelt within it, and to piss on the ashes afterward. I wanted death and destruction on a scale that would be considered a war crime. That was what I wanted. Instead this overgrown lizard decided to pity me, PITY ME! I looked at her, and I considered spitting in her face.

It would be something she deserved, especially since she obviously believed that I deserved the pity. The problem was I knew that punishment would come if I did. I would be forced to do another job that was far more humiliating than this. Most likely Mannulus would force me to clean the sewer under the temple while nude. She neared me, and I watched as she picked up a ruby.

It was nearly perfect, with the exception of a marred place on its left side.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

I looked at her, “I will say yes, despite the fact that I believe it would be better served as a butt plug for you.”

She shook her head, “This ruby would be cast aside by most jewelers,” she said, “Most would see it as a flawed, unworthy, and certainly not worth having in a treasury. It effectively lessens the value of everything around it simply for existing. Yet Lord Mannulus wishes to keep it, why?”

I shook with anger, “Because he’s a fool, and you are a bigger fool for being his guard dog!”

She touched me and I found myself frightened. I felt her full power, the scope of what she was, what she was capable of, and I nearly pissed myself there and then.

“No, he keeps it because even marred it matters to him. It matters because of it represents. He keeps you for the same reason. You are part of his bride. A dark part, an evil part to be sure, but part of her.”

I looked at her, contempt evident on my face, “Then why doesn’t he just fuck me and get it over with?!” I shouted, “Why doesn’t he treat me like a cock sleeve and put me in my place?!”

She pushed again, and I fell onto my back. I felt the small wound, a small scrape, nothing fatal, but more evidence that she had more than enough power to simply do away with me.

“Because, you are important to him. That’s why.”

I huffed, knowing that she was right, but it didn’t make it any better. I was important to him because of who I was made from. If I had been created from someone that wasn’t one of his brides he would have had no problem in destroying me. Instead I would be forced to be a slave, to serve him for all eternity, and I would have to do so knowing that there would never be an end. I would have to ensure that the temple remained, that it was cleaned, and I would be a lowly maid for all time.

I truly would have rather become a fuck toy than this. I would have preferred being made into a broodmare, but I knew it wouldn’t happen. He had said his peace, and despite the fact that I thought him a fool I knew that he would not go back on his word. He would never lay with me. I would be condemned to the life I had.

“Ah, you see it, don’t you?” she asked, “You see that there is no fighting.”

I looked at her, “No, there is no fighting, but then like the one I was created from, I’m stubborn enough to do it anyway.”

Author's Note

(AN: Wow, been a hot minute hasn't it? Sorry for the exceptionally long time since updating, but I've been working on a lot of original fiction, and working toward getting a traditional publishing deal. Naturally I'll keep everyone updated, but I wanted to update this story a little bit.)