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From "commissioner's page":https://www.furaffinity.net/view/37315536 :
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[section=Story]
Nefarious grinned wickedly as he laid his claw upon the door handle. This was always his favorite part of the day. As the heavy metal door slowly creaked open, the first thing to strike his senses was the thick stench of blood, both fresh and stale. The second, was the pitiful whimpers and groans of anguish from within. And finally, with door all the way open, he could see them, his latest and most beloved acquisitions. A primitive Yordle, a spunky Nimbat, and an innocent Light Spirit. Each had been plucked from their homes, and brought to this god forsaken place to suffer and die horribly, all for the sake of his own amusement. And suffering they were, for the three pitiful creatures had been crucified, their beaten and bloodied bodies each mercilessly nailed to a cross, where they had been left to languish in utter misery for who knows how long.

"So, how are my three favorite victims enjoying their stay in hell?" the evil bat asked.

A wave of miserable moans was all he got in response. Hearing those pained cries sent shivers of delight up Nefarious's spine. He couldn't wait to turn those pathetic mewls into screams for mercy. He set his eyes upon the simpering Nimbat. Her name was Fidget, and of the three, she was probably his favorite. Her once pristine coat was now a matted mess of dirt and blood, while dark tear stains marred the fur under her beautiful eyes.

"P-Please..." she croaked weakly, her voice hoarse from overuse "It hurts... It hurts s-so much... P-Please, make it stop..."

Nefarious chuckled at her pitiful pleas "Oh no, my poor naive little Nimbat. The pain is only going to get worse... Much, much, worse." he replied, starting to caress her cheek as if to comfort her.

Fidget whimpered at the wicked bat's ministrations, knowing that any attention from him would only lead to further anguish. As Nefarious stroked the trembling Nimbat, he let his gaze wander to his other two victims, both in just as bad of shape as the Nimbat. The Light Spirit, called Ori, had suffered many hardships in his life, but through it all had never lost his innocence or compassion. Being tortured to death by the vile bat was probably the last thing the poor Spirit deserved. The primitive Yordle, known as Gnar, was less of a stranger to conflict and strife, but being held captive and helpless was a far cry from the fields of battle he was used to. Even the primal rage he normally harnessed was completely overshadowed by primordial fear. The poor Yordle had never felt so powerless to change his fate.

Nefarious noticed the two averting their gazes as if hoping not to draw his attention. "Don't you dare look away. I want you two to burn this into your memories." he addressed them "Witness the fate that awaits you both!"

Fidget's eyes grew wide with horror at the vile bat's ominous words. "No, no, no, no..." the panicked words spilled from her mouth as she tried to deny that this was real.

Nefarious took has claw from her cheek, and raised it back dramatically, poised to strike.

"N-No... Please... Don't...!" her begging intensified as she stared at those wicked nails in absolute terror.

But Nefarious just gave her a sadistic smile, and in the blink of an eye, his claw thrust forward, plunging deep into her gut. There was moment of silence, the poor Nimbat struggling to process the sudden surge of information, before she threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs. Ori and Gnar cringed, their ears pinning back in distress, hardly able to stand the Nimbat's shriek of agony as it echoed off the chamber walls. Nefarious, on the other paw, reveled in her torment, twisting his claw around within her, enjoying the feel of her delicate warm innards, all while wrenching even more tortured screams from the hapless Nimbat. His smile widened as the wicked bat seemed to find something he was searching for. His grip tightened, and with a swift yank, he ripped a strand of intestines from the Nimbat's quivering body. The sight was too much for Ori and Gnar to bear, both heaving up bile from their empty stomachs as they witnessed the visceral display before them. But that was only the beginning of the bat's twisted machinations. He reached forward with his other claw, grabbing the tube of dislodged flesh, and giving it another harsh tug as he began to mercilessly disembowel the helpless Nimbat.

Strand by strand Fidget's bowels were torn from her body, and Nefarious was savoring every moment. He took it nice and slow, dragging out her suffering for as long as possible. With each tug, he watched as fresh blood and viscera spilled from her gut; he listened as her innards squelched and her voice cried out in anguish; he breathed deeply as the stench of blood, sweat, and fear radiated from her ravaged body. All of these sensations coalesced together, creating a feast of the senses for the depraved bat. It was pure ecstasy.

Fidget wanted to plea, to beg for the despicable bat to stop, but the only sounds she could form were screams of pure agony. She trembled and convulsed wildly, pulling painfully at the nails in her paws, and aggravating every wound on her tortured body. Pain was everywhere, and no matter how much she thrashed and screamed, there was no escape. It was beyond excruciating, as if the monstrous bat was tearing out her very soul. But no matter how high her misery peaked, the mercy of unconsciousness eluded her, like some dark and twisted magic was keeping her awake, forcing her to endure every agonizing moment of her brutal disembowelment.

It was an absolute living hell, with every second seeming to drag on for hours. Fidget began to worry that it would never end, that she was doomed to suffer this indescribable pain for the rest of eternity. But although her mind seemed trapped in a prison of endless torment, it was actually only a matter of time until her fragile body gave out. Starved, dehydrated, and exsanguinated, it was all too much for the weakened Nimbat to bear. She let out her final death rattle, the haunting wail of a tortured soul, voicing her terror, anguish, and sorrow for all to hear. It resonated throughout the dungeon, serving as a chilling prelude to any who heard it. The scream slowly faded as the last of her strength drained away, and her body fell limp, hanging lifelessly from the cruel crucifix. A somber stillness fell over the room, Gnar and Ori stunned into silence by the heinous act they had just witnessed. Despite everything they had suffered at the claws of that monster, the Nimbat's sudden and brutal execution still came as a shock to them.

However Ori was quickly shaken from his trance when Nefarious's gaze fell upon him. Ori's pupils shrank with terror as the vile bat approached him with a wicked grin. Nefarious stopped in front of the quivering Spirit, and began to slowly rake a bloody claw up his stomach. Ori broke down from the teasing caress, trembling and sobbing uncontrollably. The Nimbat's final cry still rang fresh in his mind. He couldn't even begin to fathom the agony she had suffered. He didn't want to die; not like this; dear god, not like this!

But Nefarious just leaned in close and whispered "Not yet my little pet. I think I can still squeeze a bit more suffering out of you." He stretched out his tongue, lapping up a few of the weeping Spirit's tears. He shivered with delight, practically able to taste Ori's misery. The despair of an innocent, the flavor was intoxicating, and Nefarious intended to wring every drop he could from the poor Spirit. But such pleasantries could wait. There was no need to be hasty. It was better to draw things out; make it last. There would be plenty of time to enjoy his little toys later.

Satisfied for now, Nefarious withdrew from Ori and sauntered back towards the door. He didn't even bothering to clean up Fidget's fresh corpse, leaving it to rot in plain view of the others. The fiendish bat took one last look over his shoulder at his remaining victims. Ori had not stopped sobbing, the poor spirit clearly overwhelmed by the sheer horror of the situation. Gnar wasn't fairing much better, trying and failing to hold back his own tears. Despite his experience on the battlefield, the little Yordle was clearly shaken by the horrific events that had taken place. It did the sadistic bat's heart good to see the two so distraught. Their suffering was exquisite.

"Now you two don't go anywhere while I'm away." Nefarious chuckled at his own cruel joke before slamming the door shut, leaving the two to wallow in misery and despair until his next dreaded visit. Only then would they know the answer to the terrifying question haunting them both; which one of them would be next?

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Artwork by the magnificent "Mitchell":https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mitchell
Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/37266242/

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So in case you didn't know, Nefarious is a sadistic monster and this is pretty much me at my most sadistic. My imagination is not a fun place for cute fictional characters. Cute characters are at their best when they are suffering. Usually the more innocent and underserving the better in my book.

I'm so glad I managed to get this commission done. I love a lot of Mitchell's work and have always wanted to get something from them. I was super bummed when I narrowly missed the last batch of commissions, but this time I got one, and I couldn't be happier with it. I hope you enjoy it at much as I do.
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From "sequel story":https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39634477 :
[section,expanded=Ori and the Eternal Dungeon - by NefariousMaximus ( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/nefariousmaximus )]
[section=Story]
Warning: This story contains the cruel and senseless abuse of cute characters. If this is not your thing, stop reading now. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ori and the Blind Forest. Ori and the Blind Forest is property of Moon Studios, Microsoft Studios, and Nordic Games.

Ori and the Eternal Dungeon

How long had it been? The constant pain seemed to make the moments melt together. Ori once again let his sight wander to the deceased nimbat next to him. The body lied motionless, still nailed to the crucifix where she had been executed, blood and entrails spilling from her open chest cavity to the ground below. Though the corpse had long fell silent, her tortured screams still rang loudly in Ori's mind. He shivered as the scene played out in his head again, and the bat's promise was repeated "Witness the fate that awaits you both!".

The poor spirit was terrified beyond belief, the thought of suffering through the same torture as that nimbat twisting his stomach into knots. He didn't want to die; especially not like that! He had to get out of here! Primordial fear led the exhausted spirit to reach deep within himself, drawing on what little reserves of energy he had left. He began to tug at the nails pinning him to his own crucifix, causing him to yelp as sharp pain shot through his extremities. But desperation coaxed him to push onward; he wouldn't quit, no matter how much it hurt. Gritting his teeth to endure the agony, he continued to pull against his restraints with everything he had. At first his efforts seemed futile, but little by little the nails worked their way from the wood they were embedded in until...

Ori's right paw pulled free from the cross, the sudden momentum sending his body forward, and tearing his left paw free as well. The spirit continued his trip downward, ripping his lower paws from their binds, and sending him crashing onto the cold unforgiving floor. Ori screeched at the top of his lungs as excruciating agony wracked his body. His paws felt like they had been violently ripped off, while the rest of his body was left reeling from the harsh impact with the ground. The poor spirit curled into a fetal position, cradling his aching paws, which still sported the nails that were used to pin him up. He shivered and sobbed, his mind torn between coping with the immense pain and the terror that his cry had surely alerted the wicked bat.

He had no idea how long he had laid there, trying to recover from the ordeal, terrified that the evil bat would return any second. But as time went on, the bat remained a no show, and Ori slowly began to recover some of his energy. Once his pain had subsided back to manageable levels, desperation pushed Ori to attempt the next leg of his escape. Once again mustering his strength and courage, the spirit began to rise to his feet. Beaten, bruised, and bloodied; his entire body trembled violently from the effort to rise. He squeaked and whimpered as surges of pain shot through his lower paws from the nails still embedded in them. But Ori persevered through the agony, slowly but surely managing to lift himself up onto his own two feet. He swooned a little, almost losing his balance as his abused body struggled to hold up his own weight. But he was up, and one step closer to salvation.

The few feet to the door might as well have been miles. Each step was an excruciating ordeal for Ori. The nails in his lower paws twisted and shifted with his movements, sending sharp jolts of pain through the wounds. But he didn't dare remove them yet, for fear of bleeding out. He stumbled a few times, even falling to his knee once to catch his breath. It felt like hours before the exhausted spirit collapsed against the cold metal door. There was a small sense of relief at finally reaching his goal, but now another daunting obstacle stood in his way. The door blocking his exit was large, heavy, and designed for someone at least twice his size. It would have been a challenge for even a healthy spirit to open, but Ori was weak, exhausted, and in pain, making the task seem almost insurmountable.

He had no choice but to take a break and recover what little energy he could in his shape. It was a tense few minutes as Ori waited for his strength to return. He tried his best to relax, but there was always the looming fear that every moment he spent here was another moment that the bat could return and discover his attempt to escape. But fortune seemed to be on his side, and the bat still did not make an appearance.

After several minutes of rest, Ori felt that he had mustered as much strength as he possibly could. He pressed his left shoulder against the door and pushed with all his might, putting his entire body weight into the effort. At first nothing happened. Was he too weak? Was the door locked? Had his entire painful journey all been for nought? But just as things started to feel hopeless the door began to give way to the spirit's weight, slowly opening with an eerie creek. It seemed fortune had shined on him once again. The bat must have been quite confident that no one would ever escape for him to leave the room unlocked. Finally Ori would be free from that hellish chamber, the sight and smell of the rotting nimbat left far behind him...

"Gnarrrr...?" a pitiful weak whimper stopped Ori in his tracks.

The spirit turned around to meet the pleading eyes of his only other cell mate. Another unfortunate victim of the bat's cruel abuse. The poor thing had also been tortured, crucified, and made to watch the nimbat's horrific death. And if he was left there, he would surely meet a similarly horrible fate. Ori was torn. He hardly knew the creature, but his altruist nature told him that he couldn't just leave the poor thing like this. But on the opposite end was sheer primal terror. The bat could return at any moment, and the more time he spent here, the more chance he had of getting caught. A battle of wills raged within him. The thought of leaving the poor creature to be tortured to death twisted his stomach. Could her really do that to another? But the thought of what the bat would do to him if he got caught scared him even more. Could he really endure anymore suffering? Besides, there was nothing he could do the help the unfortunate creature anyway. Even if he expended the energy to reach him, he did not have the strength to free him.

Tears of sorrow ran down Ori's cheeks as his fears won out. With a heavy heart, he turned back towards the exit. "Gnar? Gnar! Gnar!" the creature begged, filling Ori with terrible nagging guilt. But the spirit pushed it all down, burying those feeling beneath a mountain of fear and pain. He stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, leaving the poor creature behind, doomed to a grizzly demise.

Ori may have escaped the chamber, but the road ahead would be even longer and harder. The hallway stretched on into the darkness, making the distance he had trudged to the door seem like a short stroll. He had no choice but to take it one painful step at a time, often stopping to rest when the agony became to great. He used the wall to support him, preventing him from stumbling this time, but the journey was still taxing on his sore and tired body. There were several branches along the hall, but Ori knew the path from his countless times here. Still he trembled as he passed each one, memories of being dragged into those rooms and tortured mercilessly flashing in his mind. With each passing moment, his anxiety increased, his heart practically leaping from his chest with how terrified he was. Every flickering shadow had him on edge, his paranoid mind seeing shapes that weren't actually there. He began to feel sick, and had to fight to keep his breathing under control, hyperventilation threatening to make him pass out. He stopped for a moment, clutching his burning chest as he tried to stave off the oncoming panic attack. It was taking him so long to progress; the bat was sure to catch him! Then he would be tortured and killed, just like the nimbat! No, no, please no... Stop! He had to calm down! Don't think about the past! Don't think about the bat! Focus on the light at the end of this long dark tunnel! Think about freedom, home, and an end to this nightmare! He had come too far to give up now! Slowly, his breathing came back under control and his nausea subsided. He was still in a lot of pain, but at least his nerves had settled... for now.

He trekked on for what felt like hours, before he came to a fork in the hall. Again Ori knew which path to take, because he knew exactly what lied down the other hall. And as the nervous spirit drew closer to the split, he began to hear them; the tortured sobs, whimpers, and groans of the bat's other captives. An entire dungeon full of poor innocent souls, taken from their homes and brought to this forsaken place to suffer for the bat's amusement. Again Ori felt a pang of guilt at not being able to help them. But there was really nothing he could do, even if he still had the courage to try. He tried not to think about what would happen to them, how they would be tortured and abused in all the most horribly painful ways possible. And all just so some sick bat could get his sadistic kicks. A fresh batch of sorrowful tears ran down Ori's cheeks as he left the ghastly chorus behind him. This place truly was hell, not only for his body, but also his soul.

Ori had made his way into unknown territory now. He had never been led down these halls before, and the layout seemed almost labyrinthine. All he could do was stick to the same path as much as possible, feeling that this main hallway was the most likely to lead to a way out. He followed the corridor for what felt like forever and still everything looked the same; cold dark stone, and dim glowing torches. Just how big was this dungeon? The long trip was taking its toll on Ori's abused body, the pain and weakness starting to catch up with him. He didn't know how much more he had left to give, and feared that if he didn't find the exit soon, he would collapse from exhaustion. He prayed t