Absolute Depravity: Reincarnated with a lustful System

Chapter 321 Chapter 321 - Final Banquet

Raise a toast to life for it graces you with as many blessings as hardships, rarely more good than bad, yet at the end of it all, you wouldn\'t have known had you never been born. The Valkyries lived by that mantra, reminding themselves of it every waking moment of their lives. In death and hardship, they relished, for they were promised a forever paradise with not a blade to hurt them anymore. Thus began their struggle, their perpetual cycle of life and death, all in service of a god who had long since perished.

"That promise it\'s our Polaris! Our destination, and sole purpose for those countless deaths you\'ve suffered!" Flying under the seven suns of Valhalla, Helga spread her wings to comfort the Valkyries under the shade of her white feathers. "So rejoice my children, for beyond this banquet that will last until the end arrives, you\'ll be freed of all suffering and nothing could ever scar your petal-like flesh again."

Moving her right hand over her chest, Helga gently shut her eyes and the suns in the skies dimmed their light before disappearing altogether. Leaving nothing but a cluster of three moons, each of different size and shade in the night sky, Helga gracefully landed on her feet and folded her wings shut on her back.

"Well…" With a smile more gentle than any angel, she raised her head and glanced over countless Valkyrian soldiers standing before her. "Bring the ale!"

For the first time in a thousand years, the queen of Valkyries shrieked a laugh. Wearing a wide grin stretching ear to ear, Helga reached for her helm and threw it onto the ground. Her emerald gaze beaming with excitement under the starry night just ticked a wave of thrill into the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in front.

They roared, excited. They sang, delighted. They screamed to their heart\'s content, for this was the night they\'d been waiting for since the first breath they took in their very first bodies. Death, they craved it, longed for its cold clutch, as through that very dark path they\'ll be brought to a light that would forever blanket them with a warm embrace.

Dropping all facade of brilliance, the first to hit the aged barrels of mead was none other than the queen of Valkyries. Lifting the whole thing up on one hand, she stood there at the very center of town as she took a quick glance around the bustling city. Filled with decorated paper lamps hung on the ruined pillars, along with the beating of giant drums and other reverberating instruments, the whole place had flared up with a hint of joy.

"To fulfill our purpose!" She hailed and punched a hole into the barrel to let herself be drowned in mead.

Urged by their queen\'s actions, the other Valkrians grabbed their own bottles, jugs, and barrels and flooded the land with inches of meat that flowed through the city like rivers. With the ale draining down their throats, discipline held not long, as the aching hearts of the Valkyries let their desires be unshackled.

"Come here!" Her mind succumbing to the ale, Helga grabbed onto a Valkyrie\'s arms and led her to a throne overseeing the banquet from above. Settling into the throne of gold, she downed yet another jug of mead before pulling the Valkyrie to settle down into her lap. "As soft as a petal, how long have I waited."

Throwing the jug away, she ran her finger against the rosy lips of the girl while slowly drawing her closer with her bewitching emerald gaze. Unrestrained because of the booze as well, the girl made her move first, marking herself as the very first to make her way to the lush lips. A bit shocked by the girl\'s action, Helga\'s mind-numbed up a little. Not in a thousand years or perhaps even more could she have ever seen herself being kissed by one of her pupils.

While Helga stayed still in a daze, the girls pulled away from the kiss and gazed into the queen\'s eyes. For a spell, she ran her finger through the long curly hair of Helga\'s, but then, planting her hand on her queen\'s back, she pulled Helga back into a deep kiss that tasted of mead more than anything.

"To our demise, my queen," the girl whispered as her tongue finally slipped in.

Dressed in an all-white garb with nothing underneath, many more Valkyrians crawled up the throne steps to get to their queen. Their bodies all drenched in ale, and their clothes left transparent, they appeared like naked angels with their bodies peeking in excitement.

Soon enough Helga was surrounded by the very soldiers she\'d spent an eternity disciplining, however, with their deaths soon to come, she couldn\'t let them not have this moment.

\'As gentle as roses with blades as their thorns, how long have I gardened you with but whips of tough love?\' From one pair of lips to the other, from feeling one\'s breath on her face to the next, the queen of Valkyries let herself be carried by her love for her faithful army.

"Cast these away…" Sneaking a moment between the kisses, Helga tore off the garb adorned by one of her flowers. "No rose as beautiful deserves to be cased."

Following her orders, the flowers cast away their garbs and kept each other company before they could reach the queen of these lands. Filling the entirety of Valhalla with locking lips, slipping fingers, and a cacophony of grunts and moans, the Valkyries let the very heavens know that while they relished in the joys of each other, the rest of the world should shudder in fear.

Carrying their voices through the skies the drums, the trumpets, the harps, and flutes, they warned the angels to abandon their stations, for the end was near, and their grace was no longer needed for the inhabitants of Atlas.

"My queen…" Called a flower like a Siren as she cast away the queen\'s armor.

"Allow me to…" Whispered the other, her lips still locked with Helga while sliding her garb down her shoulders.

Alas, the queen began to fret about her fate amidst the bush of Roses, yet she couldn\'t bring herself to pull away from their lust. One after the other, they kept stripping Helga of all her clothes and army, and when left with nothing but her bare skin, their lips trailed over every inch of her body. Having never felt such ecstasy, Helga wheezed a moan and even tried to shove the girls away, but driven by their desires, none of the girls were willing to go away.

Teething her breasts, and caressing her thighs and back, the Valkyrian didn\'t leave even the sole of the queen\'s feet left without service. Like a god, they treated her for she was more than that to them. Many gods have fallen before Helga, and thus none of them could ever even dream of serving some more important.

"Wh-wait…" Feeling her legs being parted, Helga tried to stop the girls, however, with yet another kiss from lips carrying a mouthful of mead, her plea was broken and she was left with no other option but to submit to their demands.

"Ahh!" Huffed the girl who\'d just flooded the queen\'s mouth with mead. With a smile, she leaned onto her and parted her jaws, getting ready to bite into Helga\'s fair skin. "Lay back, and let us have this moment my loving queen."

Finally, as she planted her teeth into her neck, another groan left the queen\'s lips. The last few days for these Valkyries were about to be the most indulgent, for whence it was over they\'ll lay down their lives and perish with the rest of the world. Thus now, their minds wandered through desires they\'d restrained for so long.

Smothered under the girl\'s, Helga shut her eyes closed and allowed herself to be indulgent for once in her life. A warrior at heart, a leader from the core of her soul, it had taken much for her to break out of that shell, but when it was busted open, she couldn\'t care for anything else at the moment.

Indulgent as she\'d allowed herself to be, it was bound to bite her sooner or later, and the most obvious beneficiary of this moment of neglect was none other than the degenerate prince of hell. Watching the banquet flourish into a festival of unwinding, he had his heart set on making the best possible use of this situation.

\'The world will be mine, I cannot let you turn it to dust…\' Thought the prince, his heart set to stab Helga through the back once she manages to get rid of Haruki, for despite being an unholy body of heavenly origins, he was a weakling in terms of pure strength thus he relied not only on his parasitic hellspawn but also his shrewd capabilities to manipulate. \'Enjoy as much as you can, but when the time comes that foundation won\'t save you.\'

Knowing how the banquet would end, the prince simply waited for time to pass while his hellspawns spread through Haruki\'s ranks.