Hero of Darkness: Shadows Over Holgard [Finale]

**Author's Note: This has been a long time coming. I've finally decided to write the finale to the series that got me started on this sub and I intend to complete the Neon series sometime after this. I would hate to leave this unfinished and want to finish what I started. I wanted to thank everyone who gave kind words of encouragement to me when I shared my stories. Hopefully, this final chapter was worth the wait and, as always, I wish you all a great day. Cheers\~**

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Sweat splattered alongside the pools of blood at Colm's feet. Panting heavily, the young rogue looked up through the matted blue haze that was his hair. The salty substance stung his eyes and the cuts slashed across his arms and torso, a shaky hand wiping futilely against the haze in an attempt to restore his vision. How had things got to this point? Where did his speed and strength fail him? Gasping for air, Colm grit his teeth at the pain of sucking in air which seemed closer to killing him than helping him; he definitely had a punctured lung.

"Tsk," clicked the harsh voice of the villainess whose power had brought Colm to his knees. The Matriarch's heels clicking against stone echoed in Colm's throbbing head, her approach filled Colm with worry and dread. "Such a foolish boy. Colm, was it? No matter. You'll be dead soon enough. Dead and no one will remember you, no one will miss you, not a single soul will even realize you're gone. Do you know why?" the cold, harsh voice now stood directly in front of the kneeling male. A sharp nail stabbed beneath his chin, tilting his face up to look her in the eye although Colm could barely see through his haze. "Because you're nothing, boy. Nothing but a bump in the road. But don't worry, you won't be troubling anyone anymore, darling."

A muffled thud followed by a weak grunt bounced off the walls. A perfectly vile kick found itself planted between Colm's thighs, the point of the Matriarch's stiletto stabbed into the center of Colm's manhood. A gurgling came from Colm's mouth as the pain overwhelmed him, his body was refusing to listen to him anymore. It spasmed and convulsed. He was simply an unwilling participant against the storm of pain he felt matched only by the exhaustion sapping even the scraps of strength left within him.

*How? Why? When did I.. fail?*

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# Roughly twenty minutes ago...

The stone walls echoed back the beating of boots against the stone floor of the corridor, Colm's feet moving at intense speeds in his pursuit of the Ebony Claw Syndicate's leader. "Yvette!" his voice called out, desperate to save his friend from the grip of the enemy. Crashing open the double doors in his path he found the object of his desire, Colm's steel gaze scanned Yvette's expression then the woman standing at her side. The woman whose visage filled him with anger. "Matriarch," he lowly growled.

"Oh\~ It's the hero boy. Come to save your dear Yvette, have you? Well, I'm sorry to say but she's chosen the winning team, honey\~ So sorry."

"Tch, I don't believe you. Yvette would never turn her back on Holgard, or her friends! What have you done to her?"

Neimi slowly peeked her head up, looking over Colm's shoulder where she had been hiding and clinging to him before as they made their way here. The nervous fairy was physically shaking at the sight of the two women, Colm's palm reached up to pat her head. "Calm down, Neimi. It's going to be ok-" Suddenly Colm's hand shifted from Neimi to Yvette's wrist, blocking a sneak attack as his attention was focused on the fae. "Hmph, you should know better, Yvette," Colm stated flatly, his eyes narrowing as he pushed her forcefully back from their deadlock. A foot swung through the air, using the momentum of his push to flip through the air with a backflip which sent Yvette's foot arcing up toward his chin. A shift in his posture had him narrowly avoid the kick, a boot to Yvette's ankle which still rooted her other foot knocked her off her balance. A quick twist and Colm sent her flying with a stiff rib shot.

The young man flashed forward, following up his attack before Yvette even hit the ground, punching her back down onto the floor with a fist to the gut. Yvette cried out, spit ejecting from her mouth at the force of the punch. "Sorry, Yvette. I will save you, but first, it seems I'm going to have to knock you o-"

"Gah!! Colm!" Neimi's voice cried out.

The young man turned to see Neimi's form enveloped in dark energy before being yanked through the air to the other side of the room. "Neimi!" he shouted, turning to make for the fairy. "Hurk!" he gasped, looking down to see a familiar boot flattening his balls. "God, damn it.. Yvette," Colm coughed, stumbling and wobbling at the knees. Shaking off the pain, he kicked off the floor and separated himself from Yvette, eyes flashing with dark energy as he activated his shadow powers. Bouncing off the ceiling and diverting his speed to reckless levels, Colm slammed himself into Yvette with a concussive force that broke the stone just from pushing off the surface of the stone. A fist collided with Yvette's cheek, putting her lights out before Colm adjusted his next trajectory for Neimi. Black lightning streaked through the room to sever the magic connection to Neimi's form, although when he cradled her in his hands she was already limp.

"Neimi?! Neimi!!"

"Hah! Foolish boy, I don't waste time. Come, it's just us now. Let us fini-! Guuh!" the Matriarch's pedantic speech was cut off as Colm's fingers closed around her throat, threatening to crush her windpipe at any moment. Panic and fear filled the Matriarch's eyes, sputtering she tried to speak.

"Fix Neimi. Save her... NOW!"

"She's.. go-gone... nothing.. to-" ***CRNNNCH!***

The Matriarch's head limply rolled against Colm's wrist, his fist almost completely closed around her neck as he snapped it in two. The force of his grip shattered the bones as anger overtook him. Darkness exploded around him as he roared in rage and agony. Black inked the area, bleeding into everything like an artist spilling the well over the page. Emotions overwhelmed the young man as he struggled to keep his darkness in check, struggling to keep his power from overwhelming him.

"Aha\~ So you really *are* a fearsome brat. Tch. What rotten luck I must have. Yvette was right. I couldn't have beaten this no-name thief without using every trick I had up my sleeve, what a disgraceful thing to admit. I'm the Matriarch! How could such a being exist? No matter, I've got you now."

The Matriarch's voice echoed within Colm's mind as he raged, unsure as to what was going on. Neimi screamed at Yvette, cursing her for joining the enemy. "How could you do this to him?! After everything he's done, after all the things we've been through?!" the tiny fae sobbed, trapped within a ball of translucent darkness. Yvette seemed not to react, her face stoic and devoid of all emotion. This had been her plan; utilize trickery, deception, and mind games to fool the rash young man into losing himself to his own powers. Fighting Colm head-on was suicide. Yvette knew that after spending the last month together. Nothing ever seemed to faze him, nothing got him down, and nothing could stand between him and his goals. Nothing, it seemed, except his dearest friends.

Fighting the demons in his head, the Matriarch used her magic to shackle the boy in place. Magical knife in hand, she started to slice him, "I'm going to make you suffer, boy! Hehehe\~ Oh, it's going to be such a wonderful thing watching you die slowly."

"Stop! You said you wouldn't kill him!" Yvette cried out, covering her mouth as she mentally cursed herself for slipping up and breaking the guise of joining her mother's dark cause. The Matriarch simply smiled as she reached out for the air, Yvette feeling the air around her neck tighten as if she was being strangled. Her eyes brimmed with tears, choking as the oxygen left but never returned to her lungs. "Khh! Hhnk!" sounds of choking and gurgling barely escaped her, consciousness began to fade into black puddles of haze. "Mm.. pl..se.."

"Don't you dare plead to me as your mother now, filthy worm." The Matriarch's magic was then released as something far more shocking took her attention away from Yvette, turning to see Colm's body start to move once again. "What?! How? This is a paralyzing dagger. The magic is potent enough to render basilisks inert and you think you're going to just shrug it off?!" Blood sprayed the walls and floor as the Matriarch slashed Colm's body over and over again with the magic dagger, his body's defiance slowly dying with each new cut that formed across his skin. "Little fucker! Take this!"

Pointed stilettos click off the stone as they rose to meet Colm's hefty bulge, repeating this over and over. Yvette had boasted about Colm's big, hefty balls and how they were so tough. The little bitch had dared to challenge *The Matriarch* to ruin his balls, as if there was anything the Matriarch's power couldn't break. She would shatter this foolish male's testicles before killing him, just to spite her bitch of a daughter. Each kick sent Colm deeper and deeper into delirium, further and further away from this place, and his consciousness faded faster and faster.

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*"You won't be bothering anyone anymore, darling\~"* the painful echo of a stiletto trying to split a pair of balls filled his ears. Colm's head throbbed with pain, his face was oddly bouncy as his cheeks rested against softness. "Hmph," the Matriarch huffed, rolling her eyes as the boy's head rest against her ample bosom. The cleavage alone was enough to suffocate most men, a boast she was certainly never willing to prove as that would mean letting some grubby man get close to her perfect breasts. "Filthy beast," she spat before giving his plums three more swift kicks before walking away, leaving him dangling in place at the mercy of her magic.

*Are you going to just lay here and die? What's wrong with you?*

The voices within his head started to chastise him for being on the losing end of this fight. Colm mentally rolled his eyes, battling within himself was taking up far too much of his energy. "Just shut up, will you?" he said, responding to the voice within. It was then that he realized he was within his mind. Like many times before, he'd fallen into his mental realm and was dealing with the spirits of darkness that housed within him. "Oh for the love of- I can't be here, my friends are in danger!"

*Oh, but you know better than that. I'm a part of you. I'm just here to make sure you don't get us killed! Sorry but, your body can't come to the phone right now. It's busy dying!*

Colm found himself face-to-face with the shadowy reflection of himself once again, a scowl etched across his face. "Who are you and why do you keep bothering me?" Without a response, the shadow launched a swift right hook at Colm's face but he ducked it. "Grr! Leave me alone!" he growled angrily, pushing back against the boot he'd just blocked with his arms crossed in front of his face. Pushing away from the floor Colm would leap toward the figure with a haymaker superman punch, but his arm was grabbed in mid-air, his world flipped before his back slammed against the ground. Gritting his teeth, Colm wasted no time recovering to his feet, narrowly dodging a heel that dented the ground where his head once lay.

*Despicable. You disgust me. All that power, all the gifts Father gave you and you go and piss it all away on some human bitch. How many times do I have to pull you out of the mud and save your ass from certain de-*

"Enough! I didn't ask for this power! I didn't ask for you to be here! I don't even know who you are!"

The shadow flickered in place, a seething malice emanating from its stationary position across from Colm. Without a word, the figure reached up to its face and pulled away the amorphous darkness which surrounded it. The shadows reformed over the figure's face quickly, but for a moment there was a clear visage that shocked Colm to his core. Staring back at him was his own face, scarred and tired but it was unmistakably his own with black hair and red eyes.

Growling in frustration and disbelief, Colm charged forward and threw a fist through the air at the shadow. It moved and responded with a rib-cracking shot. Gritting through the pain, Colm would exchange blows with this shadow reflection for longer than he'd have liked. Each time he countered an attack, his offense was equally countered with a sufficient defense that hurt. It was like fighting someone whose speed and battle tactics match his own, yet was also somehow a step ahead as well. Colm became frustrated that he couldn't get back to fighting the Matriarch so that he could save Yvette and Neimi.

*You're distracted.*

A solid fist collided with Colm's jaw, stinging a reminder that he was losing both fights. Falling to all fours, the young man spat blood onto the ground. "Damn." Colm wiped his mouth, getting his feet under him as he tried to get back to his feet. Another hit collided with the back of his head, his eyes widening at the blow. His body fell to the ground moments after just trying to get back up. As a warrior, he felt disgraced. As a man, he felt weak. As a friend, he felt like a failure. All his power, all his strength, all his boasting, all his promises were breaking before the weight of his failures. They all filled his mind like moths to a lamp in the blackest pitch.

*Go on, give in. Let me take control. I can save us. I can save them all. Give up, Colm. Let your big brother show you how it's done!*

"I can't give up. I won't.. give up!" Colm roared, a whirlwind of power knocked back the shadow reflection a couple meters. As Colm set his arms under his chest, he pushed himself to his feet with trepidation. The war against the pain and exhaustion was evident even now. Seeing this, the shadow regained its footing and rushed forward to take advantage of Colm's weakened state.

*Graaaah! Stay! Down!*

Another kick blocked by crossed arms, Colm pushed the shadow back enough to get his footing back. Throwing a fist, Colm's knuckles cracked against a mirrored punch that sent bursts of energy wildly around their collision. Punch for punch, blow for blow. Colm started to feel a surge of vigor refuel him, his resolve was being tested to its very limit. "If you're really trying to help," a fist was slapped away, "then get out of my way!" a shoulder barged into a chest, "I need," separation given, balance lost, "to get back to," a palm striking downward, "MY FRIENDS!"

***BOOM!***

Echoing around the inner mental world, the force of Colm's palm slamming the shadow into the ground would have shaken trees had any existed here. A hoarse cough saw black blood flying out of the shadow and splashing against Colm's skin. Oddly, the blood seemed to fill cuts that didn't exist, cure holes that weren't there, and cleanse a vision he'd never lost. Confused, Colm suddenly realized he was standing before the Matriarch once again and his senses came back to him just as she thrust a ruby dagger toward his eye. Leaning to the side, Colm quickly grabbed the Matriarch's wrist and pressed his other palm to her elbow.

"Huh?!" the mature woman gasped, "GWAAAAHHH!!" she screamed as the sound of her arm being snapped in all the wrong directions assaulted her senses. Foam formed at the corners of her mouth as the dagger dropped to the stone floor and she pushed Colm away in desperation. "But how!? Why?! WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE!!?" the woman shrieked, aiming her working hand at Colm to fire a magical blast in his direction, only to hear a familiar crunch as the magic tore apart the ceiling. Another shriek erupted from her as both arms lamely flopped at her sides, a burst of tears streaming down her face as anger and hatred poured out from her. "You filthy wretch! I'lL KiLl YOu!!"

The Matriarch's form began to twist and warp, bones snapping, skin tearing, muscles and tendons ripping as the once buxom beauty stretched and bloated into a grotesque beast of a creature. She was brimming with demonic energy, the air around her had its own humidity as the heat came off her in waves. Roaring incoherently, the form that was once the Matriarch charged Colm like a wounded animal running on instinct. Closing his eyes, the young man focused his mind and analyzed his method of attack. He ran it over and over in his head until it was perfect, acting out the most effective method with precision and ease. The scene played out just like he imagined: cloaking himself in a razor-thin layer of shadow, he used his speed to create pockets of vacuumed space that disintegrated that matter which came into contact with the slices of compressed space. These compressions existed for a fraction of a fraction in the lifetime of a second, yet they were as deadly as a black hole and the evidence became apparent when the hideous demonic form of the Matriarch became severed in an instant. Thousands of slivers across her form expanded and collapsed, dicing her into a mushy mess of missing ligaments and other various materials that were lost to the void of darkness.

This attack took a lot out of Colm, his body had been pushed to its limit, he overcame that limit for one final attack and now he stumbled forward to fall against the floor next to Yvette. The young woman began to stir, having been saved by her friend not but a few minutes earlier. She would open her eyes to see the young man on the floor, bleeding and unconscious but still breathing. Tears formed in her eyes as she felt a mixture of guilt and elation, blurred images of the viscera that filled the room gave her pause but she knew. She knew that he had won and that they had finally rid Holgard of the Ebony Claw menace. Sobbing, Yvette hugged the boy and simply wept.

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# Two Days Later

Sunlight filled a dark room, illuminating an otherwise muted array of colors that served to keep one calm. Colm awoke within the dark room when the light of the sun pierced his closed lids, which he clenched further closed at the invasive light. "Ugh," the young man groaned, turning away from the offending light source. Unbeknownst to him, the cause of the light was a tiny fairy who had pulled back one of the curtains to look at the sunrise. Something she hadn't seen in the last couple of days and something that she missed dearly.

Neimi had also been holed up in a rest bed, though her injuries had all bust completely healed the day before. It was Colm who was still on the mend, her and Yvette had come to check on him numerous times in the past couple days. She had begun to get impatient, as she was one to do, and decided to take matters into her own tiny hands.

"Wakey, wakey\~ Time to stop sleeping, sleepyhead!" her sing-song-like voice chirped as she floated over to her longtime travel companion. Looking over him, she pouted in her signature way. He had already gone back to sleep. "Hmph! No fair! It's time to get up, Colm! I haven't seen you in days and I'm getting worried!" Neimi kicked her little feet in the air and crossed her arms under her ridiculously large chest, considering her size. If she had the measurements of a human girl, she'd easily be stacked with G cups on a B cup body frame. Lucky for her, she was a magical creature who defied gravity and human physics laws!

Just then, the door creaked and Neimi turned to see Yvette creeping into the room. Softly, the woman spoke up. "Any luck?"

"No, he's still sleeping. Yvette, help me out, will ya?"

"Hmm? Help you how? Colm's probably still resting from all the pain and suffering he went through to save us, and the town, no less."

"Hmph! He's a big stupid.. stupidface and I want to play with him! Just, help a girl out, will ya?"

Giggling, Yvette couldn't deny she desperately wanted to see Colm back to his usual self as well. Maybe a little Neimi classic was just what he needed to get himself back to top form. Or, perhaps, she just really wanted an excuse to get close to him again. Yvette felt hot in the cheeks and clapped her palms against her face before sighing, "Okay, Neimi! But promise you'll go easy. He has barely moved since the big showdown and we don't want to hurt him too much."

"Hehe~ Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be *real gentle*," Neimi purred, her mischievous grin belying her words.

Yvette smiled softly. She knew that whatever Neimi did, she could always soothe Colm afterward, and *that* part was just as thrilling. She grasped his ankles with a firm but gentle touch, shifting his weight until he lay on his back, legs spread wide. With a delicate lift of the blanket, Yvette revealed the telltale bulge in his gown. The fabric was so thin she could trace the outline of his bellend, even in the dim light.

"Stop gawking and start smashing~!" Neimi’s playful command cut through the air. An elegant, tiny foot shot down like an arrow, striking Colm’s vulnerable pouch with precision. Colm’s eyes snapped open, a guttural howl erupted from his lips as his body arched off the bed, instinctively curling in around the agony radiating from his core. Another swift kick followed, sinking into the tender mass, drawing a second cry from his throat. Neimi only giggled as Colm's balls warped around the pressure of her foot.

Yvette winced at the sight, yet couldn’t look away. Beneath the blanket, the faerie continued her relentless teasing, each strike sending waves of pain and pleasure through Colm. He could only gasp and writhe, caught in the delicate balance between torment and ecstasy. Despite the brutality of Neimi's kicks, Colm's cock had started to stir and thicken with stiffness. She paused, fluttering closer to Colm’s growing length, her tiny hand stroking his veiny undercarriage. "You’re such a pervert, Colm," she whispered, her voice laced with genuine affection. "You love this almost as much as I do. *Almost~*"

Colm’s breath hitched, his body trembling from the onslaught of pain. Yet, there was a flicker of embarrassment in his face, a recognition of Neimi’s strange way of showing her affection. He nodded weakly, his resolve hardening in the form of an impressive ten inches while his body quivered with pain and anticipation.

Yvette, watching intently, felt a surge of arousal at the sight of Colm’s lengthy sword which seemed to enjoy Neimi's treatment as much as she did. Her hand drifted lower, pressing against the growing heat between her legs while the scene unfolded. The juxtaposition of Neimi’s ball-warping kicks and Colm's turgid cock in spite of those painful sensations sent shivers down Yvette’s spine.

Neimi resumed her position, taking careful aim. "Ready for the next one?" she asked, a wicked glint in her eye. Colm could only groan in response, his mind a haze of anticipation and dread.

The faerie’s foot collided with his balls once more, a sickening crunch reverberating through the room. Colm’s scream was a mixture of pain and something else, a raw emotion that neither he nor the girls could quite place. Neimi’s face lit up with a twisted satisfaction, twisting her heel to elicit another raspy moan from Colm's lips as beads of sweat formed upon his forehead. Taking his balls as a stage, Neimi started to do squats and press her weight into the delicate balls that were growing angrily red and swollen.

Yvette’s breath quickened, her fingers working faster as she watched Neimi’s dance of destruction and affection. The room was filled with the sounds of Colm’s pained cries, Neimi’s giggle-filled pants of exertion, and Yvette’s ragged breathing, creating a symphony of twisted pleasure. The cock swayed upright like a flagpole on a windy day, Neimi leaning against it as she pumped her weight up and down faster.

"I'm going to-" Colm's voice hitched again as he tried to speak, Neimi's grin widening as she stopped and floated up to the tip of Colm's cock.

"Great~ I'm going to finish you off! Hehe~"

Colm's eyes widen with worry as he looked down just in time to watch Neimi do a swan dive like a swimmer off a board, flipping in the air to aim her heels directly center mass with Colm's big red testicles. As the faerie delivered the final, crushing blow, Colm’s body went rigid with shock and awe, his mind teetering on the edge of consciousness. A slight convulsion took hold of his body before his cock forcibly came like an angry geyser, a silent scream painted across his face as the fairy and Yvette were both glazed with his slick, hot seed.

Yvette, found the peak of her arousal as well, letting out a low moan, her body shuddering with release. A panting orgasm escaped her as the sticky mess splashed against her skin. She moved to Colm’s side, her touch tender as she began to soothe his battered form. Neimi watched with a satisfied smile, knowing that despite the pain she inflicted, she had created a moment of intense connection between them all. Neimi fluttered up to lay on Colm's chest, all three of them enjoying a warm embrace together while basking in the magic of their unique relationship.

After a good stretch of time passed, Colm sighed to break the quiet and kissed the top of his friends' heads. "Thank you," he stated plainly, enjoying the victory they had won over the course of the past few days. Having contemplated this for a while now, Colm looked to Yvette, her eyes shyly peeking up to meet his gaze. "Tell me, how is the town? What will you do now?" his words hung in the air like a guillotine over a neck.

After a moment to think, Yvette smiled up at him. "The town is healing, but it will take time. I was asked to take up a leadership position in the militia," her words brought a heartbeat to a quick pause, "but I turned them down. I told them that I couldn't take a position that I felt I was not qualified to accept. I want to get stronger and rediscover myself. Which means that I'm going to travel the world."

Colm nodded, absorbing her words. "It sounds like a noble path. Rediscovering oneself is a journey worth taking. I know I wouldn't mind if you joined us, but what about you, Neimi?" He turned to the faerie, who was still laying against his chest, her wings gently fluttering.

Neimi's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Oh, you know me, Colm. I live for the thrill of adventure. And I can't think of a better companion than you and Yvette. There’s a whole world out there full of mischief to be had and, well, someone has to keep an eye on her, right?" She winked at Yvette, who giggled.

Yvette’s smile widened. "I’d like that, Neimi. You always keep things interesting."

Colm’s heart swelled with warmth. Despite the challenges and pain they had faced, here they were, planning futures filled with hope and adventure. He pulled them both into a gentle embrace. "I’ll protect you both. Always."

Yvette rested her head on Colm’s chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. "And what about you, Colm? Do you even want to travel with someone like me? I mean, after everything, I would und-"

"Hush. After all we've been through, you should know by now that I'm not one to give up on a friend and you aren't to blame for the manipulation that the Matriarch did to you. Let us move forward and take steps to put the past behind us."

Neimi spoke up as well, letting Yvette know that she forgave her. "And besides, who else am I going to get to punish Colm and his perverted balls if not you? Don't leave us now~"

Yvette sighed contentedly, closing her eyes. "It’s a new beginning for all of us. A chance to grow and become who we’re meant to be. I have found a family in you two and I am happy you both desire to give me a chance at redemption. I love you both."

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s presence, the promise of new adventures on the horizon.