Kurigoto

About
Kurigoto (繰事 -クリゴト-; literally "Tedious Talk"), is a short story featuring characters from Alicesoft's Rance Series included in the August issue of the company's fan newsletter Mars Ambulance. It depicts the closing moments of the GL Era, in which the Demon King Gele was betrayed and usurped by the Supreme Dark Lord Gi, her lover and most trusted subordinate.

Characters

 * Gele
 * Gi
 * Chaos

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A jet-black sword thrust deep into a white chest.

The sword shook.

Euphoria.

As it quaked, the sword let out a low growl, delighted to have finally pierced through its most desired target.

“Did you think… this was the end…?”

Blood spattered from the lips of the glowing woman. She whispered to the sword’s wielder with a mixture of mocking and affection.

“What… Are you surprised…?”

The tone of mockery deepened in the woman’s voice.

“My time was… running out… so I… had to take… some extra precautions… There’s nothing… strange about that… is there…?”

The hand that had held the sword trembled.

It had already let go of the hilt.

She was dead. It was over. He thought he had killed her.

“Heh… Heheh…”

The woman laughed.

“Too bad… I won’t die… But… This sword… Being struck with it… still hurts… I see… That’s… good to know…"

A soft chuckle drifted through the women's strained words.

“Aah… It hurts… It really does…”

The woman’s hand reached out. To the man who had held the sword.

“You aren’t finished yet… are you…?”

The woman pulled the man’s hand to her breast.

The sword had been plunged deep between her breasts and through her ribs, and blood still gushed freely from the wound.

“You’ll love me… won’t you…? Like always…”

The woman’s hand guided the man’s, molding her breast into a lewd shape.

“You can’t just… stop loving me… halfway through… can you…?”

The woman coated the man’s fingers in the blood flowing from her body, slowly guiding them down her abdomen.

“Haaah…”

Sweetness laced the woman’s voice.

“Look… With the blood you… you… made me spill… there’s no need to caress me…”

The woman’s fingers brushed obscenely against the man’s along her lower body.

“Come… More… More… Love me… as you always have…”

The woman’s words were intoxicated. With scorn. And overwhelming love.

“Come…”

The man’s fingers moved at the sound of the woman’s voice.

The man’s hand grasped the hilt of the sword.

He swallowed… and pressed downward.

“Aah… Aaaaaaaah………!!”

A high-pitched cry of pleasure erupted from the woman’s lips along with blood.

The blood that spurted out further stained the man.

“Heh… Heheh… Hahaha… Hahahahaha…!”

As the wound deepened, the woman’s laughter grew even louder.

“Fool… You fool… You foolish man! You, and him! Both of you are idiots!”

The woman’s taunting blended together with the man’s incantation.

“You…… hate me that much…?”

The man did not answer, and continued chanting the spell.

“You… don’t… want me anymore…?”

The woman’s voice was overflowing with tenderness.

The man’s voice only recited the spell.

A forbidden curse. The mere utterance of which was enough to drive a person to madness.

“Stupid… man…”

The woman’s blood trickled from the man’s hair to his forehead, to his cheeks, to his lips, and into his mouth.

“Stupid… Gi…”

The woman laughed… then cried out once more.