Do Not Want!!

Year 39: Morgan reached out as he heard Valerie approach. She wore her sword, a long knife, a traveling pack and a folded cloak. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yes, have you heard of a golem named Vachev?”

Morgan furrowed his brow. “Yes, I have. There have been quite a few who have tried to destroy it. Many were found outside his hold in pieces. Others were found horrifically mutilated. And some were never seen again.”

“I'm going to try.”

Morgan gripped her. “I would not, if I were you. What do you know of it?”

“That it's some kind of wakened golem, started out as iron, melded with flesh and offered to a pain or pleasure demon-god. It now is sentient sex golem and makes the Marquis de Sade look like a kitten. Man or women, they fall before it, get mutilated by rape, and if they're unlucky, survive.”

“And you would take this on yourself?” Morgan asked incredulously.

“Yes,” Valerie answered without hesitation. “It feeds off fear, takes what it wants, and is powered by the soul of its creator. One of those three should be exploitable.”

Morgan firmly pulled her closer. “How do you know this much? My order has lost seasoned assassins to this monster.”

Valerie's mouth curved downward. “Sir Gregory went after it, and survived.”

“Survived well enough to talk about it?”

“Yes... well, he's... gibbering, right now. But he's alive.”

“And his physical state?”

Valerie shuddered visibly. “I would say, observe yourself, but I don't think Gregory could handle it. Vachev broke every bone in one leg, every single one. His foot was crushed. His metatarsals are powder. His other three limbs were snapped in thirds. His tongue was cut out. Vachev bore through his navel and yanked out intestines through a quarter-inch hole. His nipples were ripped off. No, that's not accurate. A fine toothed metal comb was embedded in the flesh of his breasts and it sliced through his mammaries, leaving... sliced, ribboned, nipples. And, a similar, jointed device was used on his scrotum. It then weaved his testicle... strands into a lattice knot. Then, it had sex with him.”

Morgan's mind gave a hint of perturbance. “It... did it mutilate him there, too.”

Valerie nodded spasmodically. “It started fellating, then chewing, then swallowing, all while straddling him. I'm guessing it has a mechanism to work in reverse that ribbon-strips a woman.”

“And could you do anything for him?”

“His physical wounds, yes. There are some things a curing incant just doesn't reach. I can't ignore something that's going around and making a meal out of people's... private parts.”

Morgan sighed quietly and merely said, “I will go with you. I have a plan.”