The Rise Of A Porter

After walking for ten more minutes, the ogres finally came to a halt. Arnold still seemed to be unconscious, as the men entered the 'church', followed by the ogre who was carrying Arnold on his shoulders.

"Inform the priestess, the hunt was successful. We have captured the man she requested us to." The guy having shorter height informed one of the church people while the taller guy instructed the ogre to put Arnold down and leave.

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Upon getting the order, the ogre, grabbed Arnold's hazmat suit and slammed him down with his monstrous strength before walking out of the church. Arnold seemed to have regained his consciousness due to the sudden shock caused by being thrown on the floor. He tried to getting up but the two men were quick on their feet and pushed him down once again.

While his head was forced to the ground, Arnold heard a lot of footsteps racing towards him. He slightly raised his head to see who all were in his welcome party and as fate would have, had it, the great priestess herself with her entourage of escorts, was headed his way.

"Put him on his knees! And take off his helmet! I want to see his face." Alice roared.

The men hurriedly did what they were told. Everyone around them was confused by the sudden change in the behavior of their priestess, she had always been a calm and collected person, but right now, she was the opposite of it. She was anxious and... angry. none of them had ever seen her like this before.

Once Arnold was forced on his knees and had his helmet removed, Alice leaned in to see his face, she was all beautiful as ever, but the moment Arnold saw her face he couldn't help but feel disgusted. If he wanted, he could've just up and killed her right away but right now there were too many variables in the play, he didn't wanted to take unnecessary risk, moreover he was also interested in something other than the priestess. He wanted to know what that blood ritual was, that he saw when he used his foresight.

"Your hair has grown quite a bit... your body and face has changed as well, but those eyes are still the same... it is you isn't it? Quite a surprise. I never thought I'd be able to see you ever again and return the pain you generously bestowed upon me and my father." She mumbled and forced Arnold to look up.

"It's been a while Alice!" Arnold enthusiastically said, "How's your fiance- oh I'm sorry, I killed him didn't I? How forgetful of me-"

SMACK!

The moment Arnold mentioned Jake, Alice completely lost it and smacked him hard across his face, but to be honest, he couldn't even feel anything. After all it was a slap from a pathetic person, there was no way in hell he'd feel any pain by getting hit by such a person.

"Still a loser... like always. But don't worry I'll help you get rid of that misplaced attitude. Don't worry, I won't kill you... no, killing your would be too easy. See those slaves over there?" She pointed towards one of the living zombies that just came out of the room where the 'ritual' was taking place, "I'll turn you into one of those and abuse you for the rest of your miserable life."

"Aww, you still want me to be close to you? I knew you had a thing for me, but sorry I'm not a perverted masochist like you. So I'll have to decline your offer." Arnold replied with a smug look on his face.

SMACK!

"Take him inside and immediately begin the process to turn him!" Alice yelled and stormed off.

The other people were silently watching the two, and were surprised to see how little did they know about their priestess... the fact this beautiful maiden once had a fiance who was killed by this strange man, broke their hearts.

"You heard her." The shorter guy finally broke the silence and he pulled Arnold back to his feet while some other guy tied his hands together before pushing him inside the room where the 'soul washing' ritual took place.

"By Gods, it smells so bad in here! You guys sure this is a church? Shouldn't you clean this place a bit more?" Arnold smirked, "Oh God, please forgive thee assholes and cleanse thy soul with vodka martini."

The men ignored his witty remarks and tied him up to an empty bed. The room itself was mostly empty, only a couple of people were inside. Perfect! This was exactly what Arnold was hoping for. Furthermore, the idiots decided to tie him up without taking his hazmat suit off... which meant, Arnold still had his overpowered gears on him.

"Not gonna lie, this chain thingy it's kinda kinky, but I'm not sure it's my thing... could you remove these?" Arnold said.

"You sure we can't kill him instead?" The taller guy asked his counterpart.

"You heard the priestess, she has special plans for him. Either way our work here, is don-"

Before the man could even complete what he was saying, claws popped out of Arnold's suited hands and he stabbed them into the short guy's throat. With his current strength, breaking iron chains was no longer an impossibility, and so was killing an unprepared opponent.

As the short guy fell on his knees, desperately gasping for air while holding his throat. Arnold didn't waste anytime and jumped at the tall guy before he could process what was happening, grabbed his head, and slammed him down with all of his strength squashing his head like a rotten watermelon.

"Tsk. You were actually nothing without your ogres... how disappointing." Arnold shook his head, and stared right through the ones who were busy preparing for the ritual, "Alright, I only need one of you to be alive, so the one who tells me how the f*ck this ritual works. would live, the other would die. If you waste my time, both of you die. Your choice."

"Like we'd ever betray our-" One of the men started barking, but before he could even finish, Arnold stabbed his claws into his head. Killing him in an instant.

"Wanna join him?" Arnold asked as he looked into the other man's eyes.

"P-Please they'll kill me if I t-tell you!" The man went on his knees and started begging Arnold for mercy.

"Tsk. I don't know why I waste my time talking to the living. Getting information out of the undead is much easier and efficient." Arnold shrugged his shoulders, "Well I at least I tried..."

"N-NO P-PLEASE! I HAVE A W-WIFE TO TAKE CARE OF!" The man panicked and started groveling at Arnold's feet.

"Does she works here as well?" Arnold sympathetically asked and gently pulled the man back up to his feet.

After hearing Arnold's sympathy filled voice, the man stopped crying, thinking he had been forgiven, "Y-Yes! She works in this ward as well!"

"Then don't worry, she'll be joining you soon." Arnold nodded and slashed the man's throat.

As the man feel on his knees, he desperately tried to stop the bleeding and tightly grabbed his neck but it was all in vain. The blood kept coming out of his wounds. In his last moments he glared at Arnold as if he was cursing him, he opened his mouth to say something, but only blood came out of the mouth.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that... you just got what you deserved. Think of it as salvation for your sins." Arnold kicked the man and turned around to leave.