Across Eternity: Book 7
Copyright© 2026 by Sage of the Forlorn Path
Chapter 13: Crashing
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 13: Crashing - Noah and his friends head to the nation of the dwarves to continue their fight against the Profane.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Science Fiction Magic Vampires Demons Light Bond Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Fisting Oral Sex Squirting Big Breasts Violence
“Kill them all!” Ragar shouted with a swing of his arm.
As one, the Profane charged towards Noah and his friends. The party had been a delightful get-together, but without some violence and bloodshed, it just wouldn’t be a complete evening. Then, lo and behold, the perfect entertainment had arrived. These ghouls would soon be proven wrong in their assumptions. Seraph jumped forward, swinging his hammer while wrapped in a burning holy aura. Attached to the back of the hammerhead was a rune-scribed diamond, similar to the Star of Sylphtoria, and when Seraph struck the ground, he unleashed a mighty burst of holy energy in all directions, projected and augmented by that diamond. The light washed over the mob of Profane like a tidal wave of acid, melting their flesh and drawing howls of death and agony while the ground beneath their feet was consecrated, undoing Andromeda’s Cursed Earth. The only reason she was spared from the blast was that one of her servants leaped in front of her and sacrificed himself, using his body as a shield.
Despite the deaths of their comrades, more ghouls rushed forward to attack. If Seraph was allowed to continue setting off huge explosions like that, they had no chance of winning. They had to intercept him and keep him from swinging his hammer. That said, he was far from their only concern. Noah and his friends were in tight formation, utilizing everyone’s abilities to their fullest. He, Seraph, Valia, Roc, and Foley were on the front line, taking on the ravenous ghouls.
Foley, with his shield, was in charge of bearing the strongest attacks aimed at their group, be they physical or magical. The ghouls attacked him with all of their strength, but the shield of his family was not simply for show, nor was the man who wielded it. No matter how hard they battered his defenses, they could not break through or even push him back. The tile floor was polished, but it was like his feet were rooted down like a tree. Their claws broke against the shield, their arms painfully reverberated from the reflected force, and their frustration built without limit. He wasn’t even using magic at this point, yet he remained an impenetrable wall.
To Foley’s right, Valia hacked and slashed with elven grace and merciless precision. Few of the ghouls had thought to bring weapons, and without Tysinger attending the party, she wondered if there were any swordsmen in the mansion who could give her a proper fight. Her blade wasn’t imbued with any kind of holy power like Noah’s, but the aura of silver mana burning along the edge allowed her to cut through her foes like they were blades of grass.
Noah was using his invisibility/clone combo to slaughter all of the ghouls coming his way. By simply concealing the actual movements of his sword arm, he could strike the Profane from any angle, completely bypassing their guard, and by separating from his clone and using it as a decoy, he could behead the ghouls from behind without them ever knowing what happened. Even as ghouls devoid of magic, they were born to be apex predators, with their physical attributes making them superior to the mortal races. However, despite their unholy gifts, one simple fact remained: they couldn’t hit what they couldn’t see. It didn’t matter how many mighty warriors they had killed in ages past, how many people they had devoured, or how long they had lived; once Noah’s invisible sword met their necks, nothing mattered. No amount of skill, strength, or magic could save them. They died, as simple as that.
On Foley’s left, Seraph was sending ghouls flying through the air, only for them to hit the ground as a muddy mess of ash and blood. Each swing of his hammer inflicted death, and despite his many humbling moments over the past few years, he couldn’t help but feel confident and unstoppable. He was Light’s Emissary, second only to Adwith Tarnas as the world’s greatest holy warrior, and here he was, facing a legion of unholy monsters who screamed in pain simply from coming too close to him. This was it, what he was born to do, what he had waited his whole life to accomplish. These monsters were born to die by his hand, and he was born to exterminate them. Noah had gotten Lupin out, so he was safe. All Seraph had to do was finish his work here, and he’d finally see his brother again.
Nearby, Roc was making sure he pulled his weight in the fight, and then some. He was in constant motion, hammering the approaching ghouls with skeleton-shattering kicks, while his hand, wrapped in mana, carved through flesh like a sword. The ghouls thought he was weak because he had only one arm, and that was an opportunity he would not waste. Noah had taught him proper breathing techniques for extended battles, so even against this army, his strength wouldn’t falter. With Seraph fighting close to him, he couldn’t allow himself to fall behind. He’d surpass Light’s Emissary and prove that a trained hand was stronger than a holy one. He was even keeping score, just so that he might brag later.
Behind the front line, Alexis and Shannon served as the bishops on their chessboard. Alexis mowed down the ghouls with magic attacks, launching mana bolts at them like a machine gun spraying lead. Shannon’s arrows were imbued with acidic and explosive payloads, ripping the ghouls apart and melting their flesh just like Seraph’s holy attacks. Their knight rings were loaded with as many arrows as they could store, meaning that they could shoot until their fingers bled and not run out of ammo. For them, to be fighting here was cathartic. Both of them had lost their homes to the Profane invasion, so to take the fight to them, to invade their stronghold and rob these monsters of any semblance of safety and security, felt like well-deserved payback.
In the center of the formation, under the most protection, were Sophia and Daniel. Whenever someone was injured, Sophia would send a blast of healing energy their way, or if they faced a difficult opponent, she would apply a blessing. Daniel was using his Mood Music to give everyone a boost in abilities. If either of them fell, the tide of battle could shift in an instant, so they had to stay alive and support their friends. All of their fighting up to this point had been instigated by others, bringing conflict to their doorstep. Neither of them was a warrior and knew their role was to stay in the back, but here they were, having marched into enemy territory, finally seizing their destinies.
Behind them, Cyrilo and Cynatas offered magical support, dispatching any foes that tried to attack from above or sneak around to attack from behind, as well as neutralizing enemy spells. These women had spent their lives behind closed doors. Cyrilo had some combat experience dealing with violent incidents at the Knight’s Sheath, but Cynatas had lived a mostly violence-free life. However, the former princess found that it came naturally to her. The air was her ally and her weapon, a gift she had been forced to smother and limit while in Duravound, but now, it felt like she was free to use her power to its maximum potential. Working together, the two of them felt like victory was already in their grasp.
Though vastly outnumbered, this formation made them all but invincible, and formidable as the Profane were, they were not at their best. Most people couldn’t use magic, so even when they became ghouls, they didn’t receive any powerful spells. Their strength, speed, endurance, and stamina were greatly enhanced, but the same could be said for fiends, who also received hulking bodies and long claws and fangs. Most of the party attendees fell into this category: noble in attire but common in strength. They tried to overwhelm Noah and his friends, but broke against their formation like water on rock.
Outside of the great hall, Bella heard the sounds of battle and flashed a wicked grin. It was time to make her Darling proud. All of Andromeda’s servants and guards were wondering what was going on and wanted to rush to her side, but Bella cut them off. She zoomed through the mansion corridors, laughing maniacally as blood spilled off her blades. She carved the ghouls down one at a time, many dying before even realizing who it was that killed them. Those who tried to resist and fight her off found themselves utterly overpowered and met their end with the taste of betrayal and blood on their lips.
Soon enough, she came upon the two ghouls she wanted to kill most of all. Aro and Ora, seeing Bella and the Profane blood that soaked her outfit, lost their mocking smiles as they faced her in a corpse-riddled hallway.
“What are you doing, you crazy bitch?!” Aro shrieked.
“Being my true self. Isn’t that what you weaklings keep prattling on and on about?”
“You’ll pay for this! In Mistress Andromeda’s name, we will end you! Ready, Aro?”
“Ready, Ora!”
The twins joined hands and then separated, but remained linked together by a series of threads stretching between their fingertips, stronger than steel and sharper than a razor. They zoomed towards Bella with inhuman speed, but she simply stood still with her arms extended, daring them to attack. They sprinted past her, catching her with their threads and slicing her in half at the waist with five cuts. They came to a spot and looked back, astonished to see her still standing. They had felt their threads slice through flesh, muscle, and bone, and simply looking at her maid uniform, it was clear that their attack had landed, yet there was no wound present.
Bella’s head twisted around 180º, and she grinned with eyes full of madness. “You brats are going to have to do better than that!”
She lunged for them, ready to slice them apart with their blades. Aro and Ora scattered, running and jumping through the corridor with masterful speed and acrobatics. They danced around Bella, always keeping her between them and staying out of her reach. Again and again, they sliced her with their threads, clotheslining Bella from all angles and at all parts of her body, but it quickly dawned on them that she was healing just as fast as they could inflict damage. The moment their threads broke the skin, it healed over them, and it didn’t matter where they attacked. Even when they carved through her skull, splitting her head into slices and chopping up her brain like a tomato on a cutting board, she didn’t slow down or even pause for a moment, healing in less than a moment.
Yet despite the monstrous speed Bella had shown earlier, she was moving leisurely in her pursuit of the twins. It wasn’t due to fatigue or weakness; she was simply playing with her food. She wanted to give them the chance to try every trick and attack they had so they’d realize how utterly doomed they were. After how much they had teased and annoyed her, she wanted to inflict a terrible despair upon them. It didn’t take long for them to realize that this was a battle they could not win. They both knew it was time to escape without needing to speak a word, as though communicating telepathically. Unfortunately for them, Bella sensed the change in them the moment they made the decision to escape, and decided it was time to finish them off.
As the two turned to flee, Bella appeared in front of them, moving so fast that it was like she had teleported. The fear in their eyes satisfied her to no end, and she grabbed them both by the throat, raising them off the ground.
“Well, well, look what I have here. A pair of misbehaving brats who need an attitude adjustment.”
“Stupid whore!” Ora grunted as she struggled to breathe.
“Lying traitor!” Aro gasped, likewise fighting to get air through.
“You know from the very moment I met you two, I’ve wondered something: which twin would suffer the most, having to watch the other one die? After putting up with you for so long, I finally get to find out.”
Aro lashed out at Bella, trying to rip her face with her nails. In response, Bella opened her jaws and devoured Aro’s hand in a lightning-fast bite. Aro screamed in agony as black blood sprayed from the stump of her wrist.
“Leave her alone, you bitch!” Ora shrieked.
“Ooh, I like your reaction. Let’s see how she responds.” She then pulled Ora in close and sank her teeth into her torso, ripping out a huge chunk of flesh and making her scream like her sister. “So, who suffers more? Who?” She bit Aro on the leg, ripping out her calf muscles and making her scream. “Who?” She bit Ora on the shoulder, crushing the bones between her jaws like they were crackers and nearly ripping off the entire limb. “Who?” She sank her teeth into Aro’s right breast and tore it off. “Who?” Aro’s ear then met the same fate. “Who?!” Ora’s cheek. “Who?!” Aro’s eye. “Who?!” Ora’s hand. “Who?! Who?! Who?!” Bella cackled, continuing to rip chunks off the two ghouls and relishing their screams of agony.
Eventually, they were reduced to two shredded strips of roadkill, barely alive and shuddering in agony as their wounds slowly healed and tears poured from their eyes. “Hmmm, I can’t decide. You both seem to be suffering equally, so I guess it doesn’t matter which one dies first. Oh well, I guess I’ll just be merciful and let you both die at the same time.”
She then pressed the sides of their faces together and began to rub them like she would her palms. Harder and harder she squeezed them together, faster and faster she ground them, with friction doing the work for her. The two ghouls continued to scream as skin tore against skin, muscle frayed against muscle, and bone was sanded against bone. They desperately tried to hold each other and make eye contact, wanting to comfort each other as they approached their death, but nothing could alleviate the pain of their flesh or their souls. All they could do was keep screaming until finally, their skulls caved in and their heads were crushed between Bella’s hands like rotten melons.
Bella dropped their mangled corpses and shuddered in bliss and satisfaction. “People love to call things better than sex. Killing you two didn’t even come close, but it was pretty high up there. Now, where’s that smug asshole butler?”
Back in the main hall, Andromeda was once more on her feet, sporting a nasty burn on her cheek from Seraph’s earlier blast. Her once beautiful face was further twisted by a snarl of fury as she watched her fellow Profane being slaughtered by Noah and his friends.
“You bastards dare come into my home, attack my kin, and steal my possessions! You’ll never leave this place alive! Writhing Torment!” she cast, sending bolts of black lightning shooting from her fingers at the invaders. Noah and the others on the front line received the attack, struggling to stay on their feet as every nerve ending in their bodies was targeted by the unholy power. Daniel’s magic was protecting them from most of the damaging effects, but while they were occupied by the pain, the Profane were closing in.
“Chain Shot!” Alexis cast, swinging her bow and launching a wave of mana bolts at the Profane, pausing their advance as those in the front were mowed down. At the same time, Shannon launched three exploding arrows at Andromeda, but they were stopped in midair before they could reach her, caught by Harrigan’s telekinesis. A barrier of wind then encircled the group, courtesy of Cynatas, and Noah and the others were liberated from Andromeda’s attack. Other dark spells were thrown at the barrier, from black flames to corrupted water that burned like acid, but Cynatas’s power was absolute.
Noah, shaking off the lingering effects of Andromeda’s lightning, held out his hand. “False Arsenal.”
An illusory machine gun appeared in his grip, and Cynatas opened up the barrier so he could spray Andromeda and the other Profane with mana bullets. Unlike before, when his bullets could only stun with a momentary feeling of mortal peril, the upgraded version of the spell, now with its name unlocked, allowed him to inflict pain just as he could with his phantom blades. This was one attack that Harrigan could not stop, and he and Andromeda were hit with numerous rounds, along with their fellow Profane. No wounds were inflicted, but the pain was as livid as could be, and Andromeda, who got hit in the shoulder, could not move her arm. Harrigan ushered her past the ranks of her fellow Profane to Ragar’s side, trying to keep her safe.
“We have to split them up. They’re too powerful to deal with all together,” she said.
“Damn it! That’s what they should be saying about us!” Ragar growled. “I know you consider this a faux pas, but I need to curse the ground here in your mansion.”
“Do whatever you have to. You distract them, and I’ll work on separating them.”
Ragar tore into his wrist with his fangs and splashed the floor with his blood. “Restless Battlefield,” he cast.
A dark aura swept through the floor, undoing Seraph’s consecration and once more leaving the ground cursed. The aura spread to the slain ghouls, those killed by fighters other than Seraph, and a deathly groan passed their lips. As one, they all began to rise, getting back on their feet despite their wounds. There was no sign of the identities they once possessed or the thoughts that used to run through their heads. They had become mindless puppets, and upon seeing Noah’s group, this assembling of living beings, they were possessed by a renewed instinct to kill.
“Ah shit,” Noah muttered. “If I have to slog through yet another goddamn zombie apocalypse...”
The undead swarmed towards Noah’s group. They lacked the same abilities and coordination they had when they were alive, but they were no less driven by their murderous desires. As the battle entered this new phase, a new advantage for the enemy revealed itself. Whether the undead ghouls were slashed, beaten, or burned, they didn’t die. Noah would slice their heads off, and they’d keep walking. Roc would break their bones, and they’d crawl after him. Shannon and Alexis would cut them down with arrows, but they’d just get right back to their feet. Even their severed limbs would continue dragging themselves forward to keep fighting. Though weaker as undead, these ghouls were now far more tenacious.
What’s more, Noah realized that his illusions weren’t affecting them. Mana bullets did nothing, and even when he was invisible, they could still detect his exact location. Either Ragar was immune to Noah’s magic and could control the undead’s movements, or they were guided by a very unique kind of spiritual awareness, allowing them to pursue their targets regardless of their physical senses. It seemed that not even Noah could deceive the dead.
“Seraph, clear the board!” Noah shouted.
Seraph raised his hammer and swung it down for another light explosion, but when he struck the ground, his power didn’t spread in all directions and eradicate the undead scourge. It was pulled like water down a drain, flowing past the zombified Profane and into Voraith’s gullet, standing behind their ranks.
“Hey, Prince, it’s been a while,” he then said with mocking laughter.
The Profane crowd had been thinned, with the foolish and weak diving headfirst into battle and meeting their end, but the powerful and wise had hung back to observe their foes. Now that the pawns had been wiped out, it was time for the key pieces to make their move.
“Guys, we’ve got trouble,” warned Seraph. Cynatas tried to create a wind barrier to ward off the undead, but Voraith devoured her magic just as he did Seraph’s. “It won’t work! He can eat spells!”
“That’s why I made these for him,” said Noah through his clone, as, while invisible, he tossed two bombs towards Voraith.
They were designed similarly to grenades, made with segmented metal casings that guaranteed shrapnel damage. Wrapped in his mana, they landed at the ghoul’s feet without him noticing, but their explosions certainly caught his attention. Hit by twin flaming shockwaves and storms of metal shards, he was knocked off his feet with his body shredded. Fellow Profane around him were likewise mangled by the explosions, yet as they lay on the floor, expecting their wounds to heal, they were only met with increasing pain.
The bombs were loaded with various drugs, and while the Profane were resistant to most toxins and poisons, that didn’t grant them total immunity to all chemical warfare. Hallucinogens, allergens, and clotting agents were leaving them unable to move. With Voraith temporarily neutralized, Seraph again brought down his hammer onto the ground, vaporizing the undead army with a burst of light and once more cleansing the ground of its Profane curse.
Everyone was forced to shield their eyes against such blinding light, but in that moment, an explosion reached the ears of Noah and his friends. They had just enough time to see Seraph hit the ground, wrapped in smoke and spraying blood. Around him were the shards of Shannon’s exploding arrows, the ones Harrigan caught and then apparently shot back. He gave them no time to rest, using his telekinesis to pick up cutlery from the party and send it launching at Noah’s group like a giant blunderbuss.
“Whirlpool Shield!” Foley cast, projecting a wave of mana. All of the flying cutlery changed direction in midair, shooting towards Foley’s shield instead of him and his friends. With Foley offering cover, Sophia went to work healing Seraph. He was close to death, but if she could just stabilize him, then his own healing powers would kick in.
Near Harrigan, Miasmarda ripped off his black garb and inflated his lungs. “Death Mist!” he cast with his gangly voice, before sending a black cloud of poison surging towards Noah and his friends.
“Cleansing Breeze,” Cynatas countered, meeting the ghoul’s breath with a blast of enchanted wind, purging the air of his toxic malevolence.
Several ghouls charged forward, and with each step, their bodies grew in size. Their clothes were torn to shreds as their muscles and skeletons seemingly doubled in size with each passing moment. They towered over the group like the ogre fiends from Voraith’s entourage. One of them swung down his mighty fist, and Foley intercepted with another spell. The ghoul’s fist struck his defenses, and he was repelled by the unmovable object. In that moment of distraction, Noah, Roc, and Valia broke free of the formation and went on the offense. Noah slipped past the giants’ guard and slashed their ankles while Roc attacked from above, striking their faces with his kicks and helping to bring them down to Valia’s level, who severed their massive heads with mana-imbued slashes.
As the fighting continued, Andromeda escaped the great hall, searching for one of her servants in particular. He was the groundskeeper, and she needed his powers. She could sense his location in the mansion, but wondered why so many of her other servants had seemingly vanished from her awareness. It became clear to her when she stumbled across their butchered corpses.
“Langdon! Maria! Penelope!” she exclaimed, falling to her knees beside the slaughtered butler and maids.
With everything that was going on, she tried to remain strong, but her tears would not obey her will, falling from her lashes and mixing with the blood that soaked the floor. They had been by her side for centuries, unflinching in their love and loyalty, and this was the reward they got? As she tried to understand how this could have happened, Bella’s deranged cackle echoed through the corridor and reached her ears, filling her with burning rage.
Now it all made sense. When she caught Bella in Lupin’s room, it wasn’t because they were reminiscing about Colbrand or she wanted to eat him; they were planning his escape. When she first arrived, she remembered Bella mentioning something about her Darling, and someone said she had a connection to Noah. She and Helena didn’t cross paths by coincidence; Noah sent her to infiltrate the Profane and help him free Lupin. All this time, she had a spy living under her roof, and now her beloved servants were suffering for it.
“Noah, Bella, you will pay for this!” she growled before getting back to her feet.
She followed the signal of her groundskeeper, soon finding him in much the same condition as everyone else. Bella had already slashed him to pieces, and not even his Profane powers could hold off death for much longer. While most of her servants wore prim and proper uniforms, he was garbed in the attire of a working man, one who knew the soil and had cultivated the land surrounding the estate. Yet to Andromeda, those modest clothes were like a suit of polished armor, magnificent and dependable.
“Lemark!” she tearfully exclaimed as she crouched beside him, clutching his hand. It was the only limb still attached.
“My Lady,” he coughed, struggling to breathe with only one lung and a mouth full of blood.
“Hold on. There is still time to help you. If I can just get you some food to recover your strength...”
“No, My Lady, it is too late for me. Even we, who dwell in darkness, cannot fully escape the shadow of death.”
Andromeda tearfully chuckled. “You were never a very strong healer. Tough as an ox, but you might as well heal like a human. Your hands were always so rough and callused from your work. The rest of us, our flesh heals so quickly that we never get calluses. But your hands would never forget their labors.” She pressed his palm to her cheek, wetting it with her tears. “I always loved these hands.”
“And that is why I can die, knowing I lived a good life, because I devoted it to making you happy.”
“I’m so sorry, Lemark. You don’t deserve to die like this, and I don’t deserve to ask anything more of you in these moments, but for the sake of everyone who still remains, I must. Please, I need your help. I need you to use your powers one last time.”
Lemark gave another bloody cough, with the last of his strength fading from his eyes. “That is beyond me now. There is nothing I can do in this state. But my powers are yours to use, just as they’ve always been. Everything I am, everything I have, belongs to you, just like the rest of us. If even in death, I can assist and serve you, then I am truly blessed. Do whatever you must, My Lady, and know that I got to spend my final moments with a smile thanks to you.”
He then closed his eyes and released his final breath. Feeling the last flickers of his life turn to smoke, Andromeda could no longer hold back her pain and tears, and granted herself just a few moments to wail in her grief, letting her cries echo through the halls of her home, and her tears fall without restraint. However, time was of the essence, and she could not succumb to her pain just yet. She had to save the rest of her peerage, no matter the cost. She placed her hands on Lemark’s cold cheeks and channeled black lightning into his brain.
Since she was the one who turned him, she still had some access to his magic by using his body like a scroll. He possessed an incredibly powerful ability, only usable within the confines of her Profane territory. When she turned him, she had no idea he would manifest such a remarkable magic, but as the groundskeeper, it seemed fitting. This would be the last time it would ever activate, and under these circumstances, she couldn’t hope to control it or unlock its full potential, but she was going to use it for all it was worth. Seraph had sanctified the ground in the grand hall, removing it from her ownership, but she’d just have to force the spell.
“Domain Shuffle!” she cast, sending black lightning surging from her and Lemark.
Throughout the entire mansion, thunderous streaks of dark energy arced across open spaces, reminiscent of a ferocious monster looking for a way out. Back in the great hall, the battle had momentarily paused as what seemed like an entire thunderstorm was roaring to life above everyone’s heads. Noah and his friends, and even the Profane, instinctively crouched down and shielded themselves as the black lightning struck and exploded all around them. Even Cynatas’s wind could not protect them, and it felt like at any moment, the entire mansion would explode. Everyone closed their eyes, anticipating their fiery initiation into oblivion, only for the noise and lightshow to suddenly cease.
Slowly, everyone stood up and looked around, realizing they weren’t where they used to be. Everyone in the mansion, whether Profane or not, had been teleported elsewhere, scattered randomly throughout the estate. Noah found himself alone in the attic, dizzy from the sudden shift. He had anticipated the Profane trying to divide and conquer, but a spatial technique went beyond what he was prepared for. Andromeda’s Cursed Earth was also blocking his spiritual senses, so he couldn’t sense the mana signatures of enemies or allies. At least he knew the layout of the mansion.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bell. The clapper (the small piece that hung and knocked against the interior) was pointing down at an angle. He had given everyone in his group a similar bell, each one pointing to the bell Lupin received. Even if they were separated, they’d just follow their bell to find Lupin, and they’d all be reunited. The Cursed Earth may have blocked his senses, but the bell still worked. He managed to find the ladder leading out of the attic, but as he dropped down into the corridor below, he found himself facing his first obstacle.