Gogandantes

He had been sent to the Sacred Oni Place only a few days ago, to ravage and destroy it for his kind. The demon king, Fortinbras, had sent Gogendantes and several others. It took much bloodshed, and far more work than the young swordsman had ever imagined, but the job was done. The Sacred Oni Place was now theirs to destroy and maim in any way they wished, as the humans were, and the Oni followed.
Gogendantes stood on the beach of this sacred place, where demons walked back and fourth to stand guard or do away with whatever they saw fit. He was quite disgusted at times with his kind, and how they wasted perfectly good humans or Oni, who could possibly pose a threat to him if simply given the chance. That was a problem for the over enthused swordsman; he was too good at what he did. As the greatest swordsman of all demons, how could he ever find himself a worthy opponent if the demons didn’t leave humans or Oni alone once in a while? Certainly there was much to be gained in keeping them under their control, but so much to be lost as well. Gogendantes longed for a worthy opponent, a match fit for his sword.
“Gogendantes?” Came a voice from far away, a hollow and wretchedly evil voice.
“Yes, Jujudorma?” Answered the young warrior as he walked towards a beautiful and curvaceous young demon, who smiled at him with her repulsively gorgeous eyes.
She spun her parasol a few times as it lay against her shoulder. “There has been an uprising of humans near the place where you were once trained. Your lord Fortinbras has asked that you quench the thirst that these silly creatures seem to have for death.”
“Why send me on such a clean-up mission?” He asked curiously. “Is there not a greater challenge for the greatest swordsman of all demons?”
Jujudorma smiled. “The challenge lies in discovering whether or not you can defeat the swordsman who is apparently helping in this uprising. Am I clear?”
“But of course, my lady.” he said while falling to one knee, and kissing Jujudorma’s hand. “Leave everything to me.”

Riding upon a mechanical device that Gildenstern had created for traveling across water, Gogendantes was quickly taken to a continent that was located nearly on the other side of the world. It was far darker and mundane than the tiny island that his people currently favored, but it was plentiful in human food and thus an excellent part of their property. Stepping off of the water craft, he approached the mainland from the beach. This place was still so very trapped in it’s own dark ages. So much in fact, that few people even had the knowledge of swordsmanship to try and challenge a demon. Gogendantes wondered how such a swordsman could come to exist.
Walking ahead, through burnt down forests (the handiwork of his people) and demon trodden paths, he soon found soldiers of his kind walking back and fourth. Humans were in pens, laying or sitting, and looking exceptionally bored. Several officers turned towards Gogendantes and were taken aback by his presence.
“Gogendantes, sir…” One of them said, falling on to his knee. “We had no idea you’d be coming.”
“I take it things are under control here?” He asked, looking around.
Another guard nodded. “Yes sir. As you can see, our herds are plentiful. With the exception to the small uprising towards the West, things are well under control.”
“That small uprising is what I have come to eliminate.”
“Of course.” He rose a hand and pointed in one direction, towards some untouched woods. “Just a day’s walk from here is a village. In that village are humans who have constantly fought against us. While it has proved to be mostly fatal, they’ve gathered a small army and are led by a magnificent swordsman.”
Gogendantes nodded, and looked around. “Is there a horse I may use?”
“Enderjaggen.” Said the guard, before pulling out a small blue orb from his pocket. “I was given him in case one of our superiors had need of it.”
The guard handed it to Gogendantes, and the orb began to glow. After a few seconds, a huge mechanical horse trotted towards them. “This will do nicely, thank you.”
The swordsman mounted Enderjaggen, and kicked the mechanical horse at it’s sides. It took some coaxing, but finally the beast responded to his wishes. Gogendantes had the impression that it did not wish to serve a demon.

He arrived at the village the next day, and was greeted by chickens wandering through the muddy man-made path that lead towards groups of farmhouses. Already there were children playing outside, and men at work. One of them, who stood to survey his field before plowing it, caught a glimpse of the greatest of all demon swordsmen. The human screamed in some language, then ran inside of his house. Soon, men in shoddy armor came running from their homes to take children inside, and defend their small piece of land. One of them rose a pike towards Gogendantes.
“Leave now, we do not wish to have another conflict!”
Dantes smiled. “Put away your weapon, mortal. I do not wish to fight so lowly a warrior as yourself. Rather… I would like to meet the leader of this resistance.”
“I’m our leader.” Came a voice from behind.
Gogendantes’ red mouth smiled for a moment, then frowned. From the crowd came a human woman, dressed in very light armor. She was small for her breed, but carried a huge sword who’s blade stood at her height. Her black hair was tied back into two long braids, and she stood fearless before him. “What kind of joke is this?”
The woman scowled. “It’s no joke. Leave now, and I will not harm you.”
“Let us see what sort of woman you are to challenge the greatest swordsman of all demons with that attitude.” Gogendantes said, leaping from his horse in front of the woman.
She only met his chest, and it was laughable to presume that she would be a challenge… but he decided to give it a try anyway, and took out the flaming sword he’d been presented by King Fortinbras. He brought it in front of him, and then positioned his body into a battle stance.
“En guard.”
He was a quick swordsman, so precise in battle that it was hard for the villagers to keep track of his movements. However, as agile as he was, the woman was small enough to dodge the small piercing attacks that could be placed on her, and was strong enough to wield her gigantic sword appropriately. The demon was impressed as she passed underneath a slicing maneuver.
“You’re a fair fighter, I’ll give you that. However, one can not always be on the defensive.”
He continued to attack her, until at last she slid underneath his legs and was able to go on the offense. This though, she found to be far more difficult. Gogendantes had a way of knowing exactly where and how she would strike, and soon, he found this play to be boring.
“This does not amuse me as much as I thought that it would.” He said, pushing up an arm and sending her into the ground. “I could kill you with one move, but this would not quench my thirst for a good adversary. Rather… I would keep you as my pet. Perhaps with some more training, I could use you as entertainment.”
The woman’s eyes went wide. “Why you disgusting… evil--”
“Evil? Perhaps.” Gogendantes grabbed the orb from one of his pockets and called fourth Enderjaggen. The horse galloped to his side, and before the woman could object, the demon grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her upon the saddle in front of him.
“Let me go!!” She screamed, then, realizing her plight, called out to the others. “Everyone run! You’ve got to escape before the rest of the demons arrive!!”
Not needing to be told twice, the villagers quickly ran to their homes. Gogen could see glimpses of them fleeing their village as he galloped away with his prize.

The Oni Sacred Place generally never had humans, except when they were being brought as food. Dantes was glad to have given his pet a glimpse of her futile objection to demon rule, seeing as how they had destroyed the only worthy adversary to their cause; the Oni. Dantes and his captive rode upon his mechanical device, having stowed Enderjaggen within a sort of metal cocoon which the beast created for itself, and strapping it to the water vessel. He looked at the human, and smiled at her casually. “Your name?”
She remained silent.
“Very well then, I shall tell you mine. Introductions are very important to swordsmen of my caliber. I am Gogendantes; the greatest swordsman of all demons. And you are?”
She looked up. “Hilde.”
“Well, Hilde… welcome, to the Oni Sacred Place. Of course, there are no longer any Oni here to attempt and dethrone us demons, as I have seen to their destruction personally. You should know that you will be the only live human here.”
Hilde looked around at the gigantic structure. She’d never seen the ocean before, let alone an island that was completely covered by something so monstrous. “I suppose you’re proud of that.”
Dantes grinned. “Why… it isn’t enough to be merely the greatest swordsman of all demons… but to be the greatest swordsman in the world? Now, that is a worthy triumph.”
Hilde remained silent. As soon as they landed on the island, demons who resembled serpents with long snouts and clawed hands, licked their lips at the sight of fresh meat. Gogendantes stood in front of her and didn’t pay them any notice, until one of them scurried forward.
“Food for ussss?” It said, drool falling from it’s jaws.
Dantes rose a hand and shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Nobody is allowed to touch this one; it’s my pet.”
The demons hissed with anger as Hilde walked past them. She tried not to shudder as they eyed her limbs, wondering where the best pickings were. “Will you give me to them once you’re done with me?” She muttered as they entered the fortress.
“I haven’t thought that far ahead. Let us see for how long you can amuse me.”
They walked through corridors which seemed to lead on for ages. There were hundreds of machine-like creatures, moving back and fourth to do different tasks. Their simple design and structures frightened Hilde, who wasn’t used to inanimate looking crates coming to life, and walking as if it were alive. However, the fact that her captor was the least frightening of all these creatures felt odd. Why was it this demon was so different from all the rest? “You’re far more noble then I ever gave demons credit for. Why?”
Dantes cocked an eyebrow. “I suppose nobility is required when one holds such high standards for oneself. Don’t you agree?”
He opened a large wooden doorway, which led to a well furnished room. In the center of the room as some sort of idol or god, who’s ornate arms had been used to hold various weapons and pieces of armor. Hilde guessed that Gogendantes held little respect for the people who’d created the statue. He locked the door behind them and set to work on taking off his armor. “…what are you doing?”
“Getting comfortable within my home, and I’d advise that you do the same. This will be your home for a while.”
Se looked around nervously. “But… how can I live here? What about the--”
“Pay no attention to the riff-raff. Believe me, crossing the grea swo swordsman of all demons is not an act that goes unpunished.” He smiled. “They will not bring you to any harm, although I am sure that you could do quite a bit.”
She looked around, then sat on what looked like a heavily decorated cushion. “How did you learn so much about me?”
“When you began making such a name for yourself,” he explained while removing his chest plate. “A few of our men were able to explain the situation to Jujudorma. She is a demoness of very high regard.”
Hilde looked confused. “I didn’t know that there were demon women.”
“But of course! Why should we only be made up of men? There must be beauty to compensate for our might, after all.”
“Well, what about a mighty woman instead?”
He grinned. “We shall see about that. You will rest here from your trip. Tomorrow, we will duel again.”
“What are the stakes?”
He thought for a moment. “I suppose… if I win, you stay until you can beat me. If you win, you are free to leave. Is it a deal?”
“I don’t get why you’d keep someone just to try and beat you.” She said skeptically.
He shrugged. “I do not leave very often. It will give me a chance at seeing if a human could be made to match my might. Perhaps it will give me some insight on what makes you humans so good to feast upon.”
Hilde’s skin went into goose bumps. “Is that what this is about? You want to eat me?”
“I wonder how delicious a woman who could defeat me in battle would be?” He asked before leaving the room, and closing the door behind him.
Illuminated only by the candles on the walls, and with no windows, Hilde truly felt like a prisoner. However, she was grateful to be alive. Considering her captor, it was only a matter of time before he would grow tired of her, and pick clean the flesh from her bones.

The sound of something cutting through air woke Hilde from her sleep. She looked up from the floor where she’d been resting to watch Gogendantes, wearing what looked like a pair of long shorts and nothing else, practicing his fencing. The things he could do with such a large and double edged sword amazed Hilde, but considering that he was a demon, she reassured herself that he was probably capable of even more.
Watching his practice, she studied his form. It seemed so strange that he was not human, since there was absolutely nothing that would have set him apart from one. The only difference was his face, which was white beginning from the center of his mouth upward, and blood red all over the rest of his skin. Even his hair was colored in the exact same as as if someone had painted an imaginary line where the red would start. His hair though, floated around his head like it had been flattened. He was such a strange thing to look at.
“Studying my moves, are we?” He asked, amidst the thrusts. “This is an intelligent battle tactic. Studying one’s enemies would certainly give one an advantage. However…”
He turned around quickly, and pointed the tip of his sword into Hilde’s nose.
“I will not be so easily defeated.”
Hilde looked up into his eyes. “I think you realize that I can’t beat you. This nonsense is only making me weary and worse off than I was before.”
“Oh yes… I often forget that humans require sustenance.” he said sarcastically. “Come now, my lady… I would not forget your health.”
Dantes walked towards his bed and pulled out a tray, which was laden with an array of human foods. Bread, apples, grapes, and small pieces of meat enticed Hilde… but the meat was of questionable origin. “…where did the meat come from?”
“Does it matter?” He asked, genuinely curious.
She didn’t answer, but instead took a piece of bread and ate it gingerly. It was beginning to go stale, but she didn’t feel like complaining, and instead ate as she watched Dantes go back into his training routine. It was the only reason he didn’t notice as an arrow was aimed towards him from the opposite end of the room. “Look out!!”
The demon swordsman rolled to the floor just in time to dodge the arrow, which instead hit a decorative scroll to his right. “Coward…” He said with narrowed eyes, and went off in the direction from which the arrow was shot. It looked as if some sort of vent in the wall had allowed a person the climb through. “Forgive me, my lady… but I must look into this.”
Dantes bowend rnd ran from the room. Hilde stood and looked around, wondering how on earth someone could sneak into this place, and attempt to assassinate such a being. Her questions however, were not answered. Instead, more arose as the sound of an eerie voice called out to her.
“Hilde… Hilde…..” It echoed from a distance.
She stood and looked around. “Who’s there?” But nobody answered. Thoughts came through her mind, about whether or not she should wander through this place of de in in search of whoever called her name. Would she fare better by staying with Dantes?
“Hilde…”
Probably. She didn’t trust the other demons not to make food from her, and decided instead to stand her ground. Her captor was not the type of being to harm her as of yet, and she liked her chances with him much better.
“Dastardly coward… to attempt such a thing without even giving me the benefit of his name. I shall have to kill him when I find him. My lady?” He said, finally looking at her. “What is the matter?”
Hilde shook her head. “It’s nothing.”
“Well then, I suggest you practice. After all… there is much at stake in terms of you defeating me. For now, I must attend the duties that come with being the greatest swordsman of all demons.” He bowed. “Farewell for now.”
Not feeling like giving up without a fight, she looked around for her sword and gave it a few practice swings. Hilde felt the weight of her weapon more than usual, and decided that practice wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

She’d been at her practice routines for hours, using different exercises to strengthen her arms and legs. The only thing that let Hilde know that it was nighttime was the sound of crickets chirping somewhere outside, and the cold air that was coming in through the vents. She lay down her sword and sat down abruptly on the pillows she’d made her bed earlier. The silence felt awkward. Growing up on her farm, the sounds of her family members snoring or talking was always abundant at night. This silence could not be tolerated.
“I was a silly girl, swimming through the stream.
Searching for mermaids I saw within my dream.
When night fell, I saw her with a pretty lady’s face,
Swimming with a fin that grew from her waist…
And I sang la, la la la…”

Hilde sand the first verse of her favorite song so quietly, she never thought that anyone would be able to hear it. However, just outside of the door where she was being kept, Gogandantes fell to his knees. The sound of her singing was so mournful and sad, so beautiful and mournful, that it made him instinctively wipe his eyes with his hand. However, with no tears there, he wondered why he bothered.

“En guard.” He said, pointing the glowing fiery sword towards Hilde.
He’d let her practice all day, and when the time came that she would have sang a bit before going to sleep, Gogandantes challenged her to a practice duel.
She brought around her great sword, and swung it with all her might towards the fencer. He quickly parried her thrust, and turned around to deliver a quick kick at his opponent’s waist. Hilde fell, clutching her stomach.
“Your attack is far too heavy, you know.” Said Dantes with a grin. “I am not an average swordsman.”
She stood with the help of her sword as a crutch, and rubbed her stomach. “Then I suppose I need to find out how to catch you off guard.”
“Good luck with that. I assure you, not much can tear me from my task.” The demon put away his sword, and sat upon the large black silk covered bed that he didn’t often use. “But… yesterday, I heard you making melodious sounds with your mouth.”
Hilde sat on the floor. “Singing?”
“Is that what that was?” He asked, pulling off armor.
“I was singing about the mermaids.”
Dantes looked at her. “Tell me about these ‘mermaids’. I have never heard of them. Are they your human gods?”
Hilde smiled, in spite of herself. “No… they are mythical creatures that children dream about. Beautiful creatures who are human women from the waist up, but have fish tails instead of legs.”
“I was unaware that humans considered fishtails to be beautiful.” said Dantes, scratching his head. “You humans are a strange breed. But I must admit, your singing was very pitiful sounding.”
One of Hilde’s eyebrows rose. “Well, thank you.”
“You say that children dream of mermaids. Of what do they dream of? What stories can you tell m “I “I really only know one.” She answered, before going into her tale.

Gogandantes’ wrist stayed perfectly still as his sword, the Oni Slayer, stuck out through the body of an adversary he’d been tracking through the halls. “It would seem that I missed one.”
“More… than…..” Was all he could say, before his body went limp, and his killer threw his body from the sword and out into the ocean.
Dantes had traced this Oni to the beach outside of one of the fortress’ windows. He had tried to run, but the swordsman was far too fast for him. Watching the creature’s body float, and then fall, Dantes could feel pride welling up within his body. He smiled to himself and began walking back towards his room, where Hilde would be training.
“La la la la…” He heard, in the midst of her sword cutting through air.
Again the demon smiled, but only before the sound of Hilde’s voice brought him to his knees, her sorrowful pitiful voice cutting through his head. “So strange…” He muttered, then walked inside.
“Oh, it’s you.” said Hilde, as she had brought up her sword to defend against some sort of enemy. Her ragged appearance led Dantes to realize she hadn’t bathed in quite some time. The only access she had to any sort of utility was the grate that led directly into the ocean, which she used to dispose of any and all of her wastes.
He smiled. “Should it be anyone else other than myself? Again, your music brings tears to my soul. Such strange and fanciful stories seem to be abundant amongst you humans, who wish for better things than your meaningless lives.”
“Meaningless?”
He shrugged. “Without immortality, you die. I do not consider this to have any worth whatsoever, but perhaps you can prove me wrong.”
She watched as he put away the Oni Slayer, and sat upon his bed. Hilde eyed him, again studying the colors and strange patterns that covered his face. “I’ve told you a story, Gogandantes. Now, will you tell me one?”
“A story? I do not have many, with the exception of my own exploits. Not that these are in the least bit less entertaining than anything you have ever heard, believe me--”
“Tell me about your face.” She said, interrupting him. “Why… are you cut in the middle, going from white to red?”
He looked at her for a moment, then smiled. “Ahh… a chilling tale, worth rekindling. Although not one riddled in the defeat of some amazing enemy, like the story of how I defeated the Oni… but one that tells you much of my skills, none the less.
“Sadly, there was once a time when I was not the greatest swordsman of all demons.” HJaving said this, he stood and walked towards a scroll that hung upon his wall. It depicted a handsom man with long white hair, alabaster skin, and a solemn expression. “Instead, I was a servant of Gildenstern, who would gather samples for his experiments. However, I learned many things by watching demon guardians and lower demons, who would go into combat fearlessly. I taught myself to wield the sword, and my exploits were taken into account by King Fortinbras. However, our king would not have a useful servant tarried by some fanciful notions, so he decided that I should prove myself…
“I was sent into one of the world’s coldest regions, which was covered by human Neanderthals with absolutely no sense of honor or swordplay. They wore armor that was beautifully polished and were well armed, and they came at me with such bloodlust… but they came at me so plentifully. I began to kill them, but they continued coming. Swarm after swarm, I killed and killed until my arms ached with the exertion… but still, I would not surrender. I continued to kill these humans, not realizing that the heat from the bodies was melting through the ice we stood upon. As I fought on, day after day, night after night… the corpses piled on top of one another, and we continued to sink.
“Finally, I was finished fighting. However, so covered was I in the bodies of my enemies that I was unable to move. I found myself waist deep in these humans, and the heat from their cooling corpses continued to melt through the ice until finally, I was buried up to here,” he said, pointing to the color changing point in his face. “For what you see here, my lady, is the mark of where the blood stopped. My hair spread out atop those bodies, I waited for someone to help. However, when nobody came, I was frozen amidst the bodies. Their blood soaked through my skin and hair, and when at last after hundreds of years, someone had managed to free me, I was given the arduous task of showing King Fortenbras how it was possible to become trapped within my own victims.
“He had no remorse for me, of course… but it was a strange punishment he gave me. This mark,” he pointed to the mark between his eyebrows. “Signifies that I must search for another being who is equal or greater than me in swordplay. If I can discover one such as this, I will be able to move throughout the world at my own discretion. Until that time, I must obey the same laws as that of the lower demons, and stay hidden until I find someone of that potential.”
Hilde looked at him in disbelief. “You’re telling me that your body has been dyed in the blood of humans?”
“Yes.” He removed his armor and shirt. “Can you not see it? I am magnificent. I am the embodiment of demon perfection. A genuinely honorable being, with a sense of justice in his own image. I am Gogandantes; the greatest swordsman of all demons.”
“And I am Hilde…” She said, approaching him. “Offspring of an Oni and a human, and here to take whatever life you have.”
Before Dantes could respond, Hilde began to sing. Her high piercing notes caused him to grab his ears and fall to his side. “What… what are… stop…!”
“Don’t think it’s very honorable now, do you? About to die at someone else’s hands?” She said in between a few notes. “You were such a fool to have brought me here.”
Dantes grimaced and shook his head. “No… I wasn’t.”
“How can you say that??” Hilde demanded, climbing atop him and singing high notes directly into his face. “I am about to kill you, Gogandantes! How can you be so brave?”
“Because…” He kicked towards the side and swept Hilde from her knees, allowing her to fall atop him before placing a hand over her mouth. “I am Gogandantes. The greatest swordsman of all demons.”
He rolled over atop her, keeping the hand over her mouth. “And you… have heightened my interests. An Oni half breed? I did not know they stooped to that level, although, I wonder what conquering an Oni in another way besides death would be like?”
Hilde’s eyes looked at him in shock, but Dantes was too fast to allow her to break free. Instead, he grabbed his shirt with a free hand and wound it around her face as a gag. With his hands now free, he grabbed the neck of the tunic she was wearing, and tore downwards. Not paying attention to her breasts as they bounced freely, he used the fabric to tie her hands together and around one of the posts that made the head of his bed. Hilde’s muffled screams brought more laughter into Gogandantes’ eyes.
“Now you realize of course, that I can not rape a woman. I have always respected ladies, and so I must know that this comes with your consent. So…” He brought up “I can either enjoy my prize, or you can enjoy your death. The death of possibly, one of the last remnants of your people. What would you decide upon?”
Feeling hopeless, Hilde went limp and didn’t look at him. What else could she do? At least if she were allowed to live, there could still be hope. Her voice was a weakness for Gogandantes, and there must have been some way to profit from this. “Mm…” she said, muffled behind the gag.
“Excellent choice.” Gogandantes quickly straddled atop her, and smiled at her bare chest and neck. “All of this looks so tempting… I’m not sure where to start. Perhaps…” He leaned over and blew his warm breath on to her cheek, then traced the top of his tongue along her ear and down her neck, moving slowly so that even Hilde didn’t want him to stop when he reached her collarbone. “I’m not sure if I should keep going. Should I?”
Her pleading eyes told him all he needed to know.
“Very well then…” Dantes continued on to his path until he reached her left breast. With his left hand on the other, his fingers began to knead and fondle, while his tongue traced circles around what was beginning to become a very aroused nipple. Once it was hard enough to his liking, Dantes put his entire mouth on it and started to suck gently, his other hand massaging and rubbing.
Hilde’s flushed cheeks and closed eyes gave the demon more information, and so he decided to move onwards.
Lowering his body, Dantes grabbed the leggings Hilde wore and tore them off. The pieces of torn fabric littered his floor and parts of the bed, but that didn’t worry him at the moment. He moved his head lower and took in the aroma of Hilde’s exposed sex organs, swollen and wet with anticipation. First licking his lips, Gogandantes moved in between her legs and slid his tongue against the swollen clitoris. Hilde made pleasure sounds, which prompted him to do this again and again, until the twitching of her legs signaled him to slide a finger inside. He was surprised at how arousing this human was, and couldn’t continue on with this game for much longer until removing his own lower section of clothes and armor, and exposing for the first time to her his own demon sex.
Being both short and a human, Hilde didn’t like the looks of Dante’s equipment. If not used gently, he could certainly hurt her. She wondered just how kind he would be.
Dantes however, was not the type to be kind in this fashion. First, he rubbed his head against her wet entrance, sliding the moisture over her clit and coating the front of his cock. After this teasing, he slid inside, causing Hilde to scream into her gag. The demon found his own hidden desires unleashed, and became energized by this scream. He slid back out, and in again, going increasingly hard and fast every time he did so, until finally he worked into a harsh yet steady pace.
Had Dantes been any other color, the blood he was taking from Hilde might have seemed more apparent. However, as he took pleasure in both her screams and the harsh intercourse, the blood was hardly noticeable. He continued to drive himself into her, clutching at her breasts and grinding his teeth. Finally, he moved his hands towards the small of her back and pushed upwards, which allowed him the ability to press his entire phallus inside of her. This, combined with the tightness and increasing moisture, caused the demon to orgasm into her body. Dantes gripped hard, bruising her skin and breaking a few bones, but not caring either way. When finished, he pulled out, and finally realized what he’d done.
“Oh my… it appears I’ve taken advantage of the situation.” He said, cocking his head sideways.
Dantes removed the gag and bindings, and looked over Hild. Her body went into a few convulsions before dying, and Gogandantes shook his head in defeat. “Well… that is a shame, isn’t it. I’m going to miss her voice.”

Looking at herself in the afterlife was not as beautiful as Hilde’d imagined. Instead, her mortal body looked ugly. She stared angrily at the swordsman who murdered her. “I want revenge.”
“You shall have it.” Said a voice.
“My weapon is gone… how can I?” Asked Hilde.
Then suddenly, she watched as Gildenstern entered the room. His grotesque and horrifying body made Hilde jump, even in the afterlife.
“My old servant seems to believe that he is no longer within my control… we’ll see to that. Starting with examining this body. Perhaps I can discover something useful within it for my revenge against his wild and stupid notions of being free…”
“He will take your voice, be sure of that. He will discover it’s secrets.”
“But what good is that, when another demon has this weapon?”
“Do not worry. Demons often lose valuable things…”

Gildenstern laughed as he held high the weapon, created from the vocal chords of a dead human. “I have done it, I am a genius! I will call it... the Sacred Flute.”