Halloween Special: Nico The Demon Frat Boy

 

Campus Under Scrutiny: Mysterious Disappearances of Female Students Raise Concerns

By Rachel Turner, Campus Correspondent

In recent months, Cockville College has been the center of growing concern as an unsettling pattern of female students' disappearances emerges, with many fearing for the safety of the community. While the administration insists that there is no cause for alarm, the disturbing frequency of these incidents—particularly during full moons—has left students and faculty on edge.

Since the beginning of the academic year, multiple female students, many of whom are foreign or relatively unknown to the broader student body, have seemingly vanished without a trace. Most disconcerting is the fact that these disappearances align with the lunar cycle—each full moon brings with it the disappearance of yet another young woman.

While the majority of the missing are international students, some of the women were known for being vocal feminists, actively involved in campus organizations that challenge the longstanding traditions of male-dominated groups. This has led to whispers among students that there may be more to the story than meets the eye, though no official connection has been made.

Amid growing unrest, Dean Chase Routledge has repeatedly dismissed the rumors as "wild speculation." In a statement issued last week, he addressed the claims directly:

"Contrary to the gossip circulating on social media and various student-run platforms, these disappearances are not linked to any on-campus activities. The majority of these young women have returned to their home countries for personal reasons. In other cases, incidents that may have happened are being conflated with off-campus events, far from the jurisdiction of Cockville College. Our campus is and continues to be a safe environment for all students."

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Jessica stood in the darkness, her back pressed against the cold, rough stone walls of the AKO fraternity's basement. The air felt thick and oppressive, making it harder for her to breathe. She couldn’t see the calendar she’d scribbled her notes on, but she knew exactly what day it was. October 29th. Two nights before Halloween. Two nights before the full moon.

And two nights before something terrible would happen again.

Her mind spun as she thought about the campus article that had consumed her thoughts. Girls were vanishing, and no one seemed to care. Dean Chase Routledge dismissed the disappearances as rumors, and Sheriff Maybank was just as useless. Their responses had been maddening. "The girls went back to their home countries," they said. Or worse, "These incidents didn't even happen on campus."

Jessica knew better. They knew better. Solana had pieced the clues together, suspecting that Nico and the AKO fraternity were involved. The missing girls were vocal feminists, or foreign students who attended AKO's infamous parties. Why hadn't anyone made the connection? Was it because Nico's father, Conner James, was one of the wealthiest men in the state? Or because Nico’s great-great-grandfather, Richard James, had founded the fraternity more than a century ago? The James family was practically royalty on campus, and no one wanted to challenge them.

But Solana wasn’t afraid. And neither was Jessica.

Jessica cursed under her breath as she crept down the stone steps leading to the heart of the basement. She had only meant to spy from a distance, but one of the newer frat members, TJ, had been careless and left the door open. Now she was inside, alone. Her phone buzzed in her pocket—she’d sent a message to Solana, but the reception was weak down here. She was on her own.

The basement was worse than she had imagined. The air felt heavy, like a weight pressing down on her chest, and there was a faint smell of incense mixed with something metallic, something old and unsettling. As she moved through the shadows, she passed a row of statues—each one a tribute to a former AKO president. The last one was Nico, and the sight of his smirking face sent a chill down her spine.

Jessica moved deeper into the basement, following the stone path as it opened into a vast chamber. The "cave," as Solana had called it. There, beneath the flickering light of torches, she saw them. The AKO brothers were gathered, all wearing the fraternity’s dark blue polo shirts and jeans, their faces illuminated in the eerie glow. In the center of it all, standing on a raised pedestal, was Nico.

He looked just like in the pictures: tall, with tousled golden hair that caught the torchlight just right, and piercing blue eyes that gleamed with intensity. His broad shoulders were accentuated by the snug fit of his polo, and his athletic frame—sculpted from years of relentless workouts—exuded power. The blue jeans clung tightly to his muscular legs, and Jessica couldn't help but notice the way they stretched over his bulging thighs and groin. He radiated a confident arrogance, like a king addressing his subjects, flanked by his two most trusted allies. To his right stood Conrad, tall and sharp-eyed, always analyzing the room. On his left was Tanner, quiet but brutishly strong, his calm demeanor masking a violent nature.

Nico’s voice boomed through the chamber, filled with a confidence that bordered on the sinister.

“Brothers, we are at war,” Nico declared, his eyes scanning the crowd with a dangerous gleam. “Not with guns or fists, but with an ideology. An enemy that seeks to undermine everything we stand for. Feminism."

The word hung in the air, dripping with contempt.

"Look around you,” he continued, pacing the length of the pedestal, his muscles rippling beneath his shirt. “Men are being attacked on all sides. We are being forced into submission, made to feel ashamed for our masculinity, for our power. They want us to believe that we’re the problem, that we’re the oppressors. But they’re wrong.”

He paused, letting the words sink in. Jessica felt her skin prickle with fear and disgust, but she couldn’t look away.

“AKO was founded on the principles of strength, dominance, and brotherhood,” Nico said, his voice rising. “We are the last line of defense in this war. We are the ones who will restore the balance. The world needs cleansing, brothers. And we—” he pointed to the crowd, his eyes gleaming with fervor— “we are the ones who will lead it.”

The room erupted into a cheer, the brothers chanting in unison, their voices echoing off the stone walls. Jessica’s heart raced as she pressed herself deeper into the shadows, her breath shallow. She had to get out of there before Nico finished his speech. Before things got worse.

But as she took a step back, her phone buzzed again—loud enough for the closest frat member to turn his head.

Jessica froze, her pulse pounding in her ears.

"A spy!", Conrad roared. "Get her! Bring her to us!" The frat members turned around, searching for Jessica in the dim light of the basement. Her bright-red hair and white skin made her easily visible, and she cursed. "I'm faster than those stupid muscle hunks! Time to leave... tell the others!", she thought. She turned around, but suddenly... She felt slowed down. A bewildering paralysis befell her body, while her mind was still racing. "What is happening to me?!", she wondered in growing panic.

She saw two big guys approaching her. Matt and TJ, two of the more recent additions to the fraternity, she recognized. They grabbed her by the arms, grinning at her like predators. While still in panic, Jessica couldn't help noticing their visibly bulging jeans. She looked around at the other, nearby guys. "It's not only Nico... Those bastards are all horny... but why? What is going on here?!" She felt like in a very, very bad dream. She remembered her fights with her twin brother, Priyanka's self-defense lessons, and Solana's teachings, and wanted to kick and punch the two men in their balls to get free. "My only chance", she thought. But her body betrayed her. Her legs were twitching, she focused on her muscles desperately, but they didn't obey her. Tears of desperation shot into her eyes. Matt and TJ dragged her towards the center of the room, where Nico was waiting for her. "His stare... It's like he's responsible for this... Like some hypnosis..." She shuddered. "Jessica Redfield!", Nico said with a cold voice. "One of Solana Kinanti's feminist bitches! You thought you could spy on us? Or did you just smell the scent of horny young men, and wanted more?" - "Fuck you!", Jessica spat. She was relieved that the paralysis didn't extend to her head. "What is this? Some kind of sick masculinity cult?" Nico didn't reply, but turned to his fraternity brothers. "Anyone of you in the mood to rape a skinny redhead slut? Ah, I know you all are! But first... Let her become the first female witness of the great transformation... The power of the Great Phallus, the demon of virility whose temple resides on Gavin's Rock, the spirit that every man feels, but few can command!"

"What... what are you talking about? Have you gone mad... Let me...", Jessica started, but then she gasped as some reddish glow was emanating from Nico's body. His muscles bulged, his obvious boner was twitching, and... on his head... Was something growing there? His eyes were gleaming, and a satanic laughter could be heard, more guttural and evil than Nico's normal voice. Jessica almost fainted when she saw the horns materializing on Nico's head. The frat president touched them, as if he was slightly surprised himself, then smirked. "Looks like I'm horny!", he joked.

A grotesque transformation rippled through Nico’s body, his muscles swelling, bulging beneath his skin as if they might tear through the fabric of his clothes at any second. With a sickening crack, a tail began to form, its sharp, pointed end slithering out from the back of his jeans like a serpent emerging from its lair. It flicked in the air, testing its newfound existence, as Nico’s body grew larger, more monstrous with each passing second. His bulge, already prominent, swelled to an obscene size, straining against his jeans, turning the sickening scene even more perverse.

“Ah,” Nico laughed, his voice darker, more guttural. “One of Phallus’ gifts—a giant cock.” His words echoed through the room, followed by the collective chuckles of his frat brothers, their eyes glowing with twisted admiration.

He flexed, basking in his new form, his chest heaving with power. “Guess we don’t need to go hunting this full moon after all,” he continued, eyes gleaming with sadistic joy. “The girl came right to us. And soon…” His grin widened, a vicious sneer forming on his lips, “it’ll be time to get Solana, too.”

From the shadows, Tanner’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “She flirted with Helena. Your girl.”

Nico’s smile faded for a moment, his face twisting with anger before the smirk returned, darker this time. He let out a roar of laughter, his voice booming off the stone walls. “You’re right, Tanner. Solana’s going to learn her lesson. She’s going to be a very nice bitch by the time we’re done with her.”

Nico pounded his chest like a beast, the sound reverberating through the basement, and soon the other frat boys followed, slamming their fists against their chests in unison, their roars filling the air. It was a horrifying display of masculinity, raw and primal, a dark reflection of everything that festered beneath the surface of AKO’s power.

The Next Night – October 30th

The cool night air felt heavy against Solana’s skin as she stood hidden in the shadows just outside of the AKO frat house. Her fingers trembled slightly as she dialed Yello’s number, holding the phone to her ear. It rang once, twice, before Yello picked up.

“Hey, Yello,” Solana whispered, her voice barely above the sound of the wind.

“Solana… You’re really sneaking in there?” Yello’s voice was shaky, tinged with fear. He was smart—too smart to be part of the toxic frat culture of AKO and maybe AKO didn’t deemed him worthy. He’s a loser—but that didn’t make him any less worried for his sister or for Solana.

“Yeah, someone has to,” she replied, her gaze darting toward the house, where laughter and loud music spilled into the night. “I’m finding your sister, Yello. Don’t worry.”

He sighed heavily on the other end of the line. "Just be careful. You know what they’re capable of… especially Nico."

“I know,” Solana whispered. “But I’ll be okay.”

She ended the call, tucking her phone into her jacket pocket, and turned to scan the area. Her eyes locked with a familiar face—Helena.

Helena stood near the bushes, her body half-hidden by the shadows. Solana’s heart twisted at the sight of her. She’d met Helena before, back in the lesbian community, but here? Here, Helena played the role of the perfect girlfriend, Nico’s obedient doll, a puppet trapped in a gilded cage. It didn’t sit right with Solana, seeing her like this. She knew the real Helena, the woman behind the façade. The one who had never accepted herself fully, not while she was tied to the James family’s legacy.

Their eyes met, and Helena quickly walked over to her, casting nervous glances back at the frat house.

“You know you can’t be here,” Helena whispered harshly, her voice trembling with both fear and urgency. “Nico will be furious if he sees you. He’s dangerous, Solana… you know that.”

Solana smirked, crossing her arms defiantly. “More reason to be here, then. What are you doing, Helena? Why are you still with him? You know Nico’s an emotionally fragile asshole. And yet… you still play his doll. Why?”

Helena’s face twisted, a mixture of guilt and frustration clouding her features. She glanced around, ensuring no one else was near, before lowering her voice. “I don’t have a choice, Solana. You don’t understand… His family, his father—they have control over mine. Nico’s dad can ruin my father. If I leave Nico, my dad is finished. I don’t have another option.”

Solana stepped closer, her eyes narrowing with determination. “Don’t give me that, Helena. Your father’s gambling debts aren’t your responsibility. Why should you throw away your future to save his mistakes? Are you really willing to be Nico’s doll forever? To marry into the James family and become just another woman they discard when you’re no longer useful? Don’t you know what happens to women like you who marry into that family? They die, Helena. All of them. And those men found the replacement. Isn’t Nico’s dad like marry again 2 weeks after his mother dead?”

Helena’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in fear. “I know,” she whispered, tears brimming at the edges of her eyes. “I don’t want that. But… it’s my duty. It’s what women do. We take care of our families, no matter what it costs.”

“Bullshit,” Solana spat. “That’s patriarchal garbage. You’re worth more than that. You deserve more. You’re beautiful, Helena. You have a bright future ahead of you, but you’re willing to throw it all away for them? For men like Nico?”

Helena looked down, her voice barely audible. “How could I deserve the world, Solana, when the world is built for men like Nico? How can I fight back when everything is rigged in their favor? Please… don’t do anything reckless. Just go.”

Solana’s eyes flashed with defiance. “I won’t back down, Helena. Not until I find Jessica. I’m doing this, with or without your help.”

Solana turned to walk away, but before she could take more than two steps, she collided with something solid—someone solid. She stumbled back, her body tensing as she looked up into the eyes of a tall, muscular man wearing a striped polo shirt.

“Hello, dyke,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?”

Solana gulped nervously, but then straightened. "I'm looking for a friend of mine who's gone missing! I heard she was seen last time near this place... Jessica! Jessica Redfield. You haven't seen her by chance?"

"No, not recently", Nico lied. "Henry Redfield's little redhead daughter, huh? If Henry knew what his daughter is involved in... your crazy radical feminist club... I'm sure he would put an end to this!" - "That's none of your business!", Solana snapped. Instinctively, she felt that Nico was lying, or was at least hiding something. "May I have a look inside? Just to make sure...", she mumbled, trying to sneak in, but Nico's muscular arm blocked her way. "Or should I tell the police to have a look?"

Nico just laughed condescendingly. "The police! Are you serious? You forgot who my father is? We own the police! If my father tells Sheriff Maybank to lick his boots clean, that moron would gladly do it!" He looked sternly at Solana. "Forget it! This is AKO territory! Only men allowed... Girls only when they spread their legs for us, and suck our dicks! Something a fucking lesbian like you wouldn't do, right?" Solana blushed, mainly from anger, but Nico's cold, mocking stare let her feel uncomfortable. There was more to him today than his usual cocky attitude... something evil lurking underneath his frat boy appearance. "Talking about your perverse habits ... If you ever come close to my girlfriend again... only look at her in a way I don't like... you will learn what the wrath of a James man means! You're not safe, nowhere! Neither are your friends, or your mother... you got me?" He blinked his eyes at Solana, but his menacing expression persisted. "And now piss off, bitch! It's better for you if you don't show up here again! Believe me!" He shoved Solana away from him, and she stumbled back, surprised by the strength of his move, and by some slight electric crackling when his hand touched her. "I bet your friend Jessica is just sucking someone's cock in some dark corner, or at the gym... yeah, I see it right before me!" He chuckled. "That little bitch... Forget her! That's my advice to you! Go and find some other pussy to lick, you sick little pervert!"

Solana’s vision blurred with red-hot rage as Nico’s mocking words echoed in her ears. Every muscle in her body tensed as she listened to him degrade not just her, but her mother, her heritage—everything. Her blood boiled, and though she knew no one else would dare stand up to him, she wasn’t like everyone else. Without thinking, she lunged forward, grabbing the collar of his shirt and yanking him down to her level. Her fingers dug into the fabric as she pulled, bringing Nico’s towering frame crashing down, so they were face to face. Solana may have been shorter, but the fire in her eyes made her seem like a giant.

“Solana!” Helena gasped, her voice trembling with fear and disbelief as she watched the scene unfold. Conrad and Tanner, who had been lounging nearby, immediately straightened, their expressions darkening.

“Well, well…” Conrad sneered, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “Looks like this bitch has some guts after all. But she’ll learn. Need us to handle her, Nico?”

Tanner laughed, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. “Or you want to fuck that little lesbian all by yourself?”

Helena took a step forward, her instincts screaming at her to intervene, but Conrad’s hand shot out, grabbing her arm roughly and pulling her back against his chest. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, “Shh… Nico likes it when you’re a good girl. Don’t ruin his fun. You wouldn’t want to piss him off, would you?” He chuckled, a low, sickening sound. “Women like you… so powerless. All you can do is watch.”

Nico’s eyes were full of twisted amusement as he stared down at Solana, still in her grip, unbothered by her aggression. He smiled, tilting his head to one side like a predator sizing up his prey.

“What are you gonna do, dyke?” he mocked, his voice dripping with condescension. “You think you can fight me with your little feminist bullshit? Please. You’re nothing. Just another weak woman in a world that belongs to men. Maybe you and your little pussy friends like to pretend you have power, but deep down you know what you really want. You want a man to put you in your place. Isn’t that right? Maybe that’s why you’re here. You’re craving what you can’t have, huh? Maybe deep down, all you really want is to be fucked by a real man. Too bad. You’ll never measure up to my taste. But maybe I could fuck you pretty Asian mom”

Solana’s hands shook with fury, her knuckles white as she clung to his shirt. She had never felt hatred like this before, burning in her chest, making her heart race with violent intent. Her mother’s voice echoed in her head, a lesson she had passed down long ago. Every man has a weakness, and it's always the same. Don’t hesitate. Solana’s gaze dropped, focusing on the obvious bulge in Nico’s jeans, his arrogance now flaunting his most vulnerable point.

Nico noticed her shift in attention and laughed, loud and cruel. “What’s this?” he taunted, his grin widening. “Suddenly you want cock? You want my cock, dyke? You want my balls?” He laughed harder, the frat boys joining in, their voices a chorus of toxic masculinity. “I’ll show you what it means to mess with AKO.”

Without hesitation, Solana’s eyes snapped back to his face. “Yeah,” she said, her voice steady, filled with venom. “I do want your balls.”

Before Nico could react, Solana drove her knee upward with all her strength, aiming directly between his legs. Her knee connected with brutal force, hitting Nico’s cursed testicles dead-on.

“ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Nico’s scream tore through the basement, a sound so loud and guttural it echoed off the stone walls, making the room vibrate. But this wasn’t the scream of a regular man brought to his knees by the sharp pain of a groin strike. No, this was something else. Something far worse.

The pain that shot through Nico’s body was unnatural. His testicles weren’t just sensitive—they were cursed. Amplified by the dark power of the demon Phallus, the pain was beyond what any normal man would experience. That time, Solana didn’t know but Nico knew well. Phallus can give them power and transformation but... the downside are their testicles would be doubled as sensitive as normal men.

His eyes bulged, veins popping on his forehead, his face contorted in pure agony. His body convulsed violently, unable to process the intense wave of suffering coursing through him.

“NO! NO!! THE PAIN!! THE PAIN!!!” Nico roared, his hands flying to his groin as if he could somehow contain the damage. Tears poured down his face, his body trembling as the agony in his testicles seemed to multiply, as if the curse itself were punishing him tenfold. His breath came in ragged gasps, his legs buckling beneath him as he crumpled to the floor, writhing in a state of pure, unrelenting torment. His voice broke, a pitiful, desperate sound, the kind of scream that came from the very depths of hell. “IT HURTS! IT HURTS!!”

Solana watched, her expression cold, her knee still throbbing from the force of the impact. But she felt no pity. No mercy. He deserved this. Yet she was confused. She had seen many times men getting hit there, including her father.

In the chaos, Helena broke free from Conrad’s grip. Her eyes, wild with a sudden surge of bravery, locked onto her captor. Without hesitation, she reared back and sent her foot crashing into Conrad’s groin, her boot slamming into his balls with a brutal force.

“WATCH IT!!” Conrad’s voice cracked as he let out a strangled cry, his body folding in on itself as his hands shot to his groin. “ARGHHHH!! ARGHHHHHH!!!” His scream, like Nico’s, was almost inhuman, a sound of pure, unbearable pain. His eyes rolled back in his head as his legs gave out, sending him crashing to the floor, gasping for air, twitching and writhing in the same agonizing torment that now consumed Nico.

The curse was real, and the frat boys were paying for it—twice the pain, twice the suffering, all centered in the one place they thought made them powerful.

Summoned by the screams of their injured leaders, frat members came running from all sides. Tanner was the first who really recognized what had happened. "They found our weakness", he thought in sudden fear. "Me, Conrad, and mainly Nico... We were warned..." He shielded his own crotch with his right hand, and stepped back. "Matt, TJ, Brad! Get those bitches!", he ordered. "I will help Nico and Conrad!" Tanner rushed to his friends who were both writhing on the  ground. He registered two sickening, crunching sounds when TJ and Matt were each kicked between their legs by Helena and Solana. Both men collapsed immediately, and joined Nico and Conrad squirming helplessly in the dirt, but more and more frat boys appeared on the scene, and slowly the AKO brothers gained upper hand. Tanner shrugged. "The others didn't receive the gift of the Great Phallus yet... they will be okay! But..." He bowed down to Nico, who was barely conscious. He pulled out a syringe, and gave Nico an injection. "Hope this will help!" Then he waved his hands to call two other members. "Help me bringing these two to the basement!" - "What should we do with those sluts?", Brad asked. Tanner looked at Solana and Helena, who were still struggling in the grip of some frat members. "Tie them up, and bring them to our prison! Nico will decide later what we'll do with them!" Brad had a bleeding nose, and TJ and Matt still lay curled up on the ground, but the others were more or less unharmed. "They will pay for this!", Tanner promised his friends.

An hour later, Nico and Conrad lay resting on a couch in the basement, icing their swollen balls. "How could this happen?!", Nico complained. "We're much stronger thanks to the Phallus! More manly, virile... I have to fuck or jerk off at least five times a day, goddamn! I felt so strong! Invincible!" - "Don't forget, we have been warned!", Conrad said, wincing when the ice bag touched his swollen testicles. "We knew we might have a price to pay! They said it's written in Gavin Leister's book on the Holy Phallus..." - "You should have listened to those High Priests when you visited Gavin's Rock", Tanner added. "We were just lucky that this scientist ... what was his name? Dr. Kobra..." - "Dr. Koller", Conrad said. "Right, that guy gave us those injections for the case someone exploits our ... vulnerable spot!" - "Fuck it", Nico growled. "I'm not stupid! I knew our balls are sensitive, but this... this wasn't normal! The pain was... was..." He shuddered, his eyes wide. "Super-natural? Life-threatening? As if the whole world was collapsing due to the impact!", Conrad suggested. Nico shook his head. "Don't let us be irritated! We must focus on our strength! The enhanced strength the Phallus is providing us with! Our manhood is a source and center of power!" - "The effect always becomes stronger when we offer it a sacrifice...", Conrad said. Nico shot him a glance. "Damn right! The demon is hungry! He will reward us if we bring him something... tasty..." - "Do you think he likes lesbians?", Tanner asked, half joking. "Only one way to find out!", Nico smiled.

The Next Day – October 31st

Joshua and Brad put Helena and Solana in the jail in the basement. While the two brute men brought them own, Solana saw a lot of statues, including the statue of some of Nico’s ancestors and himself. The word Phallus was written there.

“SOLANA!” Jessica's voice cracked as she rushed forward, throwing her arms around Solana the moment she stepped into the dim cell. The two girls embraced tightly, their bodies trembling with relief and emotion, the weight of their ordeal finally hitting them both. Tears flowed freely as they clung to each other, both crying and whispering between sobs.

“Jess, you’re here!” Solana gasped, pulling back just enough to look Jessica in the eyes.

“So, Nico got you?” Jessica asked, her voice trembling with fear and exhaustion.

Solana nodded, wiping away her tears. “Technically, I kicked his stupid fucking balls, and his reaction was pathetic,” she muttered, her face twisting with a mixture of anger and disgust. “It wasn’t like a normal guy. Testicles are a joke, yeah, but something was off.”

Before Jessica could respond, a voice came from the shadows. “That’s the power of Phallus,” said someone, their tone grave and knowing.

Both women turned toward the voice. From the corner of the cell, Helena stepped forward, her eyes wide with recognition. “You’re… Miss Anne Marie from the History Department. They said you moved to another place.”

Miss Anne Marie stepped into the dim light, her face lined with the weight of secrets long hidden. “Dean Routledge is one of them. When he was a student, he was the friend of Conner James,” she said softly. “They wanted me out of the way, but I’ve been watching. I’ve been waiting.” She paused, her gaze dark and full of purpose. “Let me tell you about the myth of Demon Phallus, the source of Nico’s twisted power.”

The cell seemed to darken further, the air thick with tension as Miss Anne Marie began her tale. Her voice was steady, but beneath it simmered centuries of anger—an anger shared by every woman who had ever suffered under the heel of men like the James family.

“Long ago, men ruled everything. They held the power, the wealth, and the authority. For centuries, they were the dominant species, unchallenged and unopposed. But as time passed, something remarkable began to happen. Women… women became smarter. They started to excel in ways that terrified men. Women could do everything men could do, often better, and that realization shook men to their core.”

Miss Anne Marie's voice grew harder, filled with disdain. “Some men—weak men—couldn’t handle it. Their egos were too fragile, their fear too great. They couldn’t bear the idea of losing their control, of women rising to stand equal or above them. One of those weak, cowardly men was Richard James, Nico’s great-great-grandfather.”

Jessica’s eyes widened, the name ringing through the air like a curse.

“Richard James was nothing but a fraud of a man,” Miss Anne Marie spat, pacing slowly as she spoke. “He was afraid, desperate to cling to his fading power. So, he sought out a darker path. He traveled to a place called Gavin’s Rock, a mystical island in Europe, where the Phallus cult had been worshiping for centuries. There, he met Gavin Leister, the high priest of the cult. This was no ordinary religion. This cult worshipped male virility, testosterone, and the raw power that comes with it. They believed that the male body—specifically the male genitalia—was the source of all dominance.”

Helena, who had been silently listening, flinched at the mention of Gavin Leister. She connected the dots quickly. “Conrad… Tanner… they’re part of this, too, aren’t they?”

Miss Anne Marie nodded grimly. “Yes. Richard James made a deal with Gavin Leister, one that would pass down power through the James men. Not only would they be blessed with this demonic power, but Richard could also bestow a portion of it to two loyal lieutenants—his chosen men, to serve as enforcers. In this generation, those men are Conrad and Tanner. The past ones with Conner are Dean Routledge and Sherrif Maybank. One brain and one brawn.”

A shiver ran down Solana’s spine, the pieces falling into place. The eerie rituals, the unnatural strength, the terror that gripped the women of the campus—it all led back to the James family and their demonic legacy.

Miss Anne Marie continued, her tone growing darker. “Every time a James man enters the AKO fraternity, the ritual repeats itself. A mystical transformation takes place. The last time this happened, it was Conner James—Nico’s father. I was here then. I saw it with my own eyes when I was just a student. Since then, I swore to protect the women on this campus from the curse that family brings.”

“The demon,” Jessica said, her voice barely a whisper. “The form Nico took…”

Miss Anne Marie nodded. “Yes. The demon can enter the James men, giving them the grotesque, monstrous form that Jessica saw in Nico. Last summer, Nico went to Gavin’s Rock himself. He underwent the ritual and received the full blessing of the demon Phallus. Now, he carries that curse—and its power.”

Jessica’s face was pale, her hands trembling. “So, what now?” she asked, her voice shaking. “What does Nico want?”

“Nico needs to perform a ritual each month,” Miss Anne Marie explained, her face grim. “Every full moon, he must make a sacrifice to the demon, feeding the power within him. But it gets worse. When Nico graduates, he will be too strong to stop. The power of the Phallus will have fully consumed him, making him a force that even the world beyond this campus can’t control.”

A heavy silence filled the cell, the weight of their situation pressing down on them.

“But,” Miss Anne Marie continued, her voice hardening with purpose, “the James men are not invincible. Their power has a fatal flaw—their testicles.”

Helena’s eyes widened in surprise. “Their… balls?”

“Yes,” Miss Anne Marie said, with a bitter smile. “The demon Phallus has cursed them in more ways than one. Their balls work harder than normal, constantly pumping testosterone to fuel their strength. But that makes them more vulnerable. Their testicles are their weakness—the more power they gain, the more fragile they become. That’s why you saw Nico react so violently, Solana. When you attacked him there, the pain he felt was doubled, even tripled, compared to a normal man.”

Solana’s expression darkened with understanding. “So that’s why…”

“Exactly,” Miss Anne Marie nodded. “They can’t handle being attacked there. It’s their only true weakness.”

Jessica’s face twisted with a mixture of disgust and rage. “So, we have to keep kicking them in the balls?”

Miss Anne Marie smirked. “Not exactly. There’s one way to stop Nico for good, but it’s dangerous.”

The air seemed to grow colder as Miss Anne Marie’s voice lowered. “The only way to destroy Nico’s power is to summon Themis, the angelic enemy of Phallus. She is the only force strong enough to castrate him, to sever the power of the demon for good. But to summon her, we need some things: Nico’s tears—in his demon form—and three female warriors, each with unbroken spirits.”

The girls exchanged glances, determination settling into their bones. They had to stop Nico, no matter the cost.

Just as the gravity of their task set in, a loud thud echoed from outside the cell. Footsteps followed, heavy and slow, the sound reverberating off the stone walls like a distant drum.

Jessica’s eyes widened in fear as a deep, guttural growl echoed through the chamber. “He’s coming.”

Miss Anne Marie’s face hardened. “Get ready. Nico’s in his demon form.”

The sound of his approach grew louder, closer, the weight of his presence suffocating as the girls braced themselves for the inevitable confrontation.

The cell door flew open, and Nico's demonically transformed body seemed to fill the whole frame. "You three! Come with us!" Tanner and Conrad stood behind him, holding dangerous-looking spiked maces, and some other frat members stood guard along the walls, each holding a candle. Nico sniffed, and looked around like a predator on the prowl. "I think I heard another voice... familiar... Someone was kept here long ago..." Neither he nor the girls could perceive Anne-Marie anymore, it was as if she had become immersed in the dimly-lit walls of the prison cell. "Can't be... anyway...", Nico mumbled. He gave a signal to his guards, and they grabbed the three girls, and shoved them up the stairs. Jessica had already seen Nico's transformation, but Solana and especially Helena were stunned, despite Anne-Marie's revelations. "I was dating the devil", Helena whispered. Solana tried to keep up her determination. "Don't worry! He looks horrifying, but remember - his weakness!", she whispered back to Helena.

In the main room of the basement, Tanner and Conrad held Solana and Jessica in their grip, while Nico pointed at Helena. "Strip her!", he ordered his henchmen. "The victims of the Phallus are not allowed to wear clothes! It's an insult to the almighty demon!" It was hard for Solana having to watch her beloved companion being stripped by the brutal frat members, who eyeballed her excessively, and whispered some insults, threats and dirty jokes to her. Helena breathed heavily. She didn't cry, but Solana could see the fear in her eyes, and it hurt her. "Those bastards!", Jessica hissed. "They will pay for this! All of them! How I hate men... every single one..." - "Tables will turn soon! You'll see", Solana told her calmly, with an unexplainable confidence.

Helena gasped when Nico brutally shoved the naked girl on the altar, spread her legs, and inspected her body. All eyes in the room were on her, and she felt deeply humiliated. She searched for Solana. Her friend nodded gravely, as if they exchanged a secret signal. Solana's lips formed the word "balls" silently. Meanwhile, Nico pulled down his jeans and underpants, and a gigantic, throbbing dick sprung out, already dripping with pre-cum. His heavy, meaty balls dangled below it, ready to unload. "It's time!", he growled. "Oh holy Phallus, this is the sacrifice I offer you today!" He grabbed his twitching dick, and directed it between Helena's legs. "Watch closely", Tanner whispered in Solana's ear. "She will suffer! This is not like a normal penetration! Your little slut will be impaled on the spear of a demon!"

All the frat boys surrounded Nico as he stood up on the altar. His tail dance around and his horn strong like the real reincarantion of the demon. He looks so trongg and other frat boys admired him. It’s like he’s the embdiment of the mascilinity and virility. Nico didn’t even tied Helena cause in his eyes Helena was just fragile little girl.

Nico’s breath came in ragged gasps as he loomed over Helena, his towering form shuddering with barely restrained power. His voice was low, almost a growl, as he whispered into her ear, “I really want you to be my special girl, Helena. You’re going to help me ascend to the next level. I’m unbeatable. I’m Nicholas James, the king.”

Helena’s lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes blazing with defiance as she looked up at him. “You’re so pathetic, Nico,” she hissed. “You’re terrified of us—of women. You and every man like you. You fear the power we hold. We are your nightmare, and it’s time for you to wake up.”

Before Nico could react, Helena’s hand shot down, grabbing hold of his bulging crotch with a force that made his eyes widen in shock. Her fingers tightened around his testicles with brutal strength, as though she were squeezing the life out of him—like oranges, crushed for juice. But what she wanted wasn’t juice. What she wanted were tears.

Nico’s scream pierced the air, sharp and primal, as the pain shot through him like fire. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he bellowed, his body convulsing as he clutched his groin, his legs giving way beneath him. The pain was unbearable, like his testicles were exploding from the inside, the cursed power of Phallus amplifying every agonizing pulse. His body trembled violently, rolling on the ground in desperation. His cries became frantic, pathetic, as he reached out for something—anything—to save him.

“NO! NO!! DAD!! GRANDPA!! HELP ME!!” Nico howled, his voice cracking, but there was no salvation. He was alone in his torment.

Conrad and Tanner rushed to him, their faces twisted with concern and fear. “Nico, are you alright?” Conrad asked, his voice faltering as he saw his leader writhing on the floor, clutching his groin.

But it was too late.

Nico’s tears, born from pain and desperation, began to fall. The first drop hit the ground, followed by another. And another. The air in the room seemed to shift, growing heavier, darker. Solana and Jessica, who had been watching with bated breath, knew what this meant. This was it—the moment they had been waiting for.

Solana’s eyes met Jessica’s, then Helena’s. Without a word, they ran toward each other, their hands clasping together tightly. The three of them stood united, their collective strength radiating through the room as Nico’s sobs echoed off the walls.

“It’s happening,” Solana whispered, her voice filled with grim determination.

Nico’s cries grew louder. “It hurts! It fucking hurts!” he shouted, his voice breaking. His body convulsed again, but this time, it wasn’t just the pain. “Something’s wrong!” he gasped, panic seeping into his words. "It's... it's like a light! Something’s happening!"

Then, Nico realized the full horror of what had begun. His tear-streaked face twisted in fear. “NOOOOO!” he screamed as the tears pooled around him, forming a shimmering source of water on the ground. The water rippled, spreading outward, glowing with an otherworldly light.

“Fuck... give me my jeans!” Nico demanded, his voice trembling with terror. “This is bad. This is really bad. We need to fight!”

Conrad, despite his own growing fear, scrambled to help Nico, tossing him his jeans. But it was already too late.

From the glowing pool of Nico’s tears, Themis began to rise.

The air turned icy, and the light from the water intensified until it became blinding. From within the light, a figure emerged—majestic, terrible, and awe-inspiring. Themis, an angelic being, the goddess of femininity and the eternal enemy of Phallus, ascended from the depths of the tear-formed water, her form glowing with divine power. Behind her, a legion of vengeful female spirits followed, their ethereal forms shimmering with the rage of centuries past.

The presence of Themis was like a living nightmare for the men in the room.

The boys froze in terror. Conrad—so smug, so sure of himself—felt a warm trickle down his leg as his body betrayed him. He had pissed himself, his jeans darkening with the stain of fear. Tanner stumbled backward, his eyes wide with terror as the legion of female warriors surrounded them, their faces twisted in fury and vengeance.

All the boys felt it—their penises shriveling, their power shrinking under the sheer majesty of Themis. They had never felt more powerless, more emasculated.

Themis floated forward, her voice resonating through the room like a thunderclap. “My daughters,” she said, her tone soft yet filled with an ancient strength. “The three of you.” She looked down at Solana, Jessica, and Helena, her expression one of pride and sorrow.

Her gaze shifted to Nico, who was still writhing on the floor, desperately trying to pull his jeans up, his face pale with terror. "You… and all of your ancestors," Themis’s voice boomed, filled with divine wrath, "have sinned. You have wielded the curse of Phallus to dominate, to control, to enslave. But now, you will pay."

She reached out, summoning a gleaming dagger that appeared in her hand, the blade glowing with a faint blue light. The sight of it made the boys' blood run cold.

“If you cut the James boy with this,” Themis said, her voice reverberating with power, “he and all of his ancestors will be my slaves for eternity in my palace. Bring him to me, and I will ensure that every sin he has committed will be repaid in full.”

Themis extended the dagger toward Solana, her eyes locking with the warrior’s. Solana hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward and gripping the hilt of the blade. The cold metal seemed to pulse with life, with the strength of every woman who had ever been wronged.

Nico, sensing his doom, struggled to his feet, his legs shaking as he pulled his zipper up hastily. But it was no use—his dick, once his source of pride, hung out, exposed and vulnerable. “ATTACK!” he screamed desperately, trying to rally Conrad and Tanner, but the boys were frozen with fear, unable to move under Themis's terrible gaze.

The legion of female spirits moved in, surrounding the frat boys, blocking their escape. They had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. And Solana? Her focus was locked on Nico, the blade gleaming in her hand, ready to bring the James legacy to an end.

Nico’s eyes were wide with fear as he backed away, his breath ragged, his once unshakable confidence shattered. The women advanced, and for the first time in his life, he truly understood what it meant to be powerless.

The nightmare for men had only just begun.

Conrad slowly retreated, covering his wet bulge with his hands, as a furious Jessica approached him. He felt that his dick was limp in his pants, and his connection to the power of the Phallus was weakened. "No... no... please... Jess... don't...", he stuttered, his face pale and sweating. "No one calls me Jess, except my friends and my brother", she snarled, and delivered a devastating kick between Conrad's thighs. The young man screamed like a slaughtered pig, his eyes bulging out comically. "Aaah, my favorite facial expression of men", Jessica stated with grim satisfaction. "I'd like to squeeze your useless balls now... but you dirty bastard peed on yourself! Ugh! Hope that won't ruin my favorite boots!" With these words, she kicked Conrad's balls again. He covered his crotch with his hands, but this did only little to soften the impact of Jessica's attack. The pain came with such a shock that Conrad passed out after puking on the floor. "Too bad! Boys are so fragile!", Jessica said.

 

Matt, TJ and the other frat boys were encircled by an army of fearsome, ghostly female fighters, who looked partly like angels, partly like demons. They carried knives with gleaming blades, and their merciless stares let the boys tremble. "No... it can't be! Nico... He promised us power... submissive girls... Ever-lasting satisfaction...", Matt stammered. "Phallus, don't leave us... protect us...", TJ whined, and reached for his shrinking dick. Brad fell on his kness in front of one of Themis' angels, and started to beg for mercy. "Please... I'm new in this cult... I didn't know what it's about... I thought it's just about sex and parties..." - "You're so pathetic!", Tanner shouted at him. "Stand up and fight! It's just an illusion! The power of the Phallus is still with us!" One angel, who resembled somewhat Anne Marie, smiled at him. "Your belief in the male spirit is firm but misguided, young man! Repent now, or those pathetic organs which connect you to the realm of the Phallus will soon be a feast for Themis' unsatiable hunger for male flesh!"

Chaos erupted in the room, a swirling storm of violence and vengeance. The angels—otherworldly beings resembling Miss Anne Marie—materialized through the carnage, their ethereal forms radiating power and judgment. One of them raised her arm, pointing towards a glowing passageway in the far corner.

“Only men who have not harmed women may pass,” the angel’s voice rang out, firm and final.

Brad, wide-eyed and shaking, darted toward the passage. His feet hit the ground with desperate speed, and miraculously, he made it through, disappearing into the light. But for the others, there was no escape.

The frat brothers who had reveled in their power, who had fed on the fear and pain of women, were trapped. Panic spread through them as they realized the truth of the angel’s words. Only the new recruits—those who hadn’t yet fully given themselves to AKO’s twisted rituals—could slip through. The rest were doomed.

TJ stumbled, his face pale with terror as he begged for mercy. “Nico! Help me!” he cried, his voice high-pitched and desperate, his eyes locking onto his idol.

Nico barely glanced his way, too consumed by his own fight against the angels. “Weak!” Nico shouted, his voice dripping with contempt, and with a savage kick, he sent TJ sprawling to the ground.

TJ’s body shook with sobs as he begged for Phallus to save him, but his prayers were met with only the sharp hiss of an arrow. One of the angels released a bowstring, and the arrow shot straight into TJ’s groin. His scream was primal as his balls burned from the inside out, searing with unholy fire. He clutched himself in agony, writhing on the ground as another arrow followed, striking the same spot. The pain was unbearable—his testicles were charred, ruined, and his cries filled the air with pure terror.

All around the room, the other frat boys met similarly brutal fates. Some had their penises severed, their manhood reduced to bloody remnants as they fell to the ground in horror. The cursed power of Phallus had turned against them, and now, their only legacy was pain.

Tanner, gripped by blind fury, charged at one of the angels. He swung wildly, his fists colliding with nothing but air, as if the angel were made of smoke. Yet somehow, she could touch him. With a brutal motion, she reached for the zipper of his jeans, yanking it down in one swift, violent move. Before Tanner could react, the angel’s hands closed around his manhood and, with supernatural strength, ripped it from his body in a single motion.

Tanner’s scream was unlike anything heard before. Blood poured from where his penis had once been, his body convulsing as the agony overwhelmed him. He collapsed, shaking and helpless, his life force draining with every heartbeat.

Meanwhile, Jessica, seeing Conrad’s distraction, took her chance. With brutal precision, she drove her knee into his groin, feeling the pop of his testicles beneath her force. One blow, and then another—POP POP. Conrad fell to the ground, his face frozen in a mask of horror as the pain ripped through him. His balls were obliterated, shattered beyond repair.

Nico screamed, not from pain, but from fury as he watched his closest ally fall. His roar shook the room, a deafening bellow that sent the ghosts retreating momentarily. His eyes, now glowing with demonic rage, fixed on Solana, Helena, and Jessica with a dangerous intensity. His muscles bulged grotesquely as he gathered his strength, his tail thrashing wildly behind him.

Blood and torn flesh littered the ground. All around them, dismembered penises and groins stained the floor with crimson, a grotesque reminder of the horror they were facing.

Nico, now the only man standing, turned to face Helena and Solana. His tail lashed out with lethal precision, stabbing into Helena’s shoulder. She cried out in pain, her body jerking as the sharp tip pierced her flesh.

“You’ll die with me, Helena!” Nico growled, his voice twisted with madness. His tail wrapped around her waist, squeezing her body tightly, pulling her closer to him. He lifted her into the air, her legs dangling helplessly. “If I can’t have Helena,” Nico shouted, his voice wild, “then no one can!”

Jessica, still panting from breaking Conrad’s balls, saw what was happening and ran toward Helena, desperate to save her. But before she could reach them, Nico turned and slammed his head into her with brutal force, his horns stabbing into her side. Jessica screamed as the sharp points tore through her flesh, sending her crashing to the ground, blood pooling around her.

Nico laughed, the sound echoing through the room like a dark, twisted melody. “Fight me, Solana!” he roared, his eyes blazing with fury.

Solana’s eyes narrowed, her rage burning hotter than ever. She had watched him torture Helena, watched him hurt Jessica, and now, with the dagger given to her by Themis, she knew what had to be done. Her fingers tightened around the hilt as she sprinted toward him, determination surging through her veins.

But instead of attacking head-on, Solana dropped low, sliding beneath Nico’s massive body. As she slid between his legs, her fist shot upward, aiming for his most vulnerable spot—his cursed balls.

Her punch landed with devastating force.

Nico’s roar was immediate, his entire body convulsing as the pain exploded through him. His cursed testicles, already weakened by Phallus’s power, felt the blow like a thousand knives stabbing into his groin. His hands flew to his crotch as he doubled over, gasping for air, his legs buckling beneath him..

Far, far away, amidst the stormy seas around Europe, a whole Island was shaking in an unnatural earthquake. Gabriel Leister, the undisputed ruler of Gavin's Rock, ran into the Phallus sanctuary. "The Phallus is crumbling! Somewhere, male superiority is in danger!", he concluded. He knelt before the statue of his idol, and summoned the power of the male principle, drawing from the virility of all male beings on the planet. "Oh holy Phallus! I will bring you a sacrifice... Three young virgins, raised in the tombs of my island... Just support the servant of your will who is under Themis' threat right now!"

Back in Cockville, Nico felt a surge of renewed energy flowing through his whole body, but mainly through his genitals. His limp dick slowly got hard again, yearning for a last chance to penetrate a squirming body. Solana was just getting up, expecting Nico's defeat, and was totally surprised when he reached for her, and held her aloft before him. His tail was slashing from left to right, and his horns grew visibly. "You have failed! Phallus was re-erected! As long as there are proud men in this world, you can never succeed!" He slammed Solana's struggling body on the altar. "Maybe you wanted to be in Helena's place? You can have it ... right now... While your friends are dying, and Themis' army resolves into thin air, you will feel the power of MANkind destroying your weak female body from the inside!" Nico's satanic, hoarse laughter echoed from the walls of the basement, and Themis' angels seemed to be frozen for a moment.

Nico leapt onto Solana with the ferocity of a beast, his body shuddering with the dark power of Phallus. His muscular frame pinned her down on the cold stone altar, his breath hot against her face as he hovered over her. Solana felt the weight of him, the arrogance in every movement. His erection pressed against her stomach, and his eyes glimmered with a perverse hunger.

“Too bad you don’t like dick,” Nico sneered, his voice low and mocking as he forced a kiss onto her, his lips brutal and controlling.

Solana’s lips curled into a smile, her laugh cold and sharp like the edge of a blade. “You still don’t get it, do you?” she spat, her voice filled with disdain.

Nico pulled back, confusion flashing across his face. “What the fuck are you laughing at?” he demanded, his brow furrowed.

"Men never learn." Her eyes blazed with fury and confidence. She knew his weakness—had seen the pathetic truth behind his monstrous form.

Before Nico could react, Solana’s hand shot between his legs, finding his swollen, cursed testicles. She squeezed—hard. Harder than she ever thought possible. Nico’s eyes bulged with shock and pain, his scream ripping through the air like a wild animal caught in a trap.

"NOOOOOOO!" Nico’s roar was unearthly, guttural, as if the sound was being dragged from the deepest pit of his soul. His body convulsed violently, his muscles twitching as waves of pain flooded his entire being. His testicles, now four times more sensitive due to the curse of Phallus, felt as though they were being crushed into dust.

The agony was beyond anything he could have imagined. His hands flew to his crotch, desperately trying to stop the unbearable pain, but it was too late. The curse that had once made him feel invincible was now tearing him apart from the inside. His once-proud body, swollen with demonic power, was reduced to a shaking, quivering mass of nerves and pain.

“No! No!” he screamed, his voice breaking, raw with fear. His body writhed on the altar, his limbs flailing as he clutched himself, but nothing could stop the pain. “Dad! Grandpa! Please… help me!”

But no one came. The faces of Conrad and Tanner, once loyal, now stared at him with empty eyesalready lost Nico, the mighty Nicholas James, was alone.

Tears streamed down his face, pooling on the stone beneath him. Themis and the vengeful spirits loomed closer, their ethereal forms growing more vivid, more horrifying, as Nico’s world began to collapse around him.

“No… no…” he whimpered, his voice now a weak, broken thing, trembling with terror.

Solana twisted her grip tighter on his balls, and his screams escalated, a banshee’s wail of suffering that shook the very walls. "What’s wrong, Nico?" she taunted, her voice cold and merciless. "Big blondie, big man, huh? The king of AKO? You’re pathetic."

Nico’s body convulsed, and through the pain, he saw them—the faces of every girl he had ever hurt, every woman he had ever abused. They surrounded him now, their eyes dark with vengeance, their faces twisted in cruel smiles. He could see their hands reaching out, grabbing at him, pulling him deeper into his nightmare.

The terror in his eyes grew as he saw a glimpse of what awaited him—Themis’s world. He could see his great-great-grandfather, Richard James, chained to a jagged rock, his body battered and broken. Women surrounded him, their faces filled with fury as they hacked at his groin, cutting off his penis again and again. Richard screamed in agony, his voice echoing through the cursed realm, but each time his mutilated manhood grew back, only to be torn away again by the vengeful women.

Nico saw himself next to Richard, his body tied to the same rock. The women swarmed him, their hands clawing at his flesh, their nails biting into his skin. He felt the cold steel of a blade press against his groin, the terror rising in his throat as he screamed for mercy. But there was none. He would endure the same fate—endless mutilation, endless pain. His manhood, the source of his arrogance, would be severed over and over again for eternity.

“No… no, please!” Nico sobbed, his voice cracking with fear. “Phallus… take me! Save me!” His mind shattered, torn apart by the horror of what he saw, of what was to come.

Solana’s grip on his balls tightened further, her fingers unrelenting. “You really thought you were going to win, didn’t you?” she whispered, her voice like ice. “Thought you could use your power to control us, to hurt us. But look at you now, Nico. Crying like a little boy.”

Tears streamed down Nico’s face as he lay broken at her feet. His once mighty, erect penis twitched helplessly, a final symbol of his downfall.

“Please… don’t…” he whispered, his voice barely audible, filled with terror.

But Solana showed no mercy. She pulled the dagger from her pocket, the blade gleaming in the dim light, casting shadows across Nico’s tear-streaked face. She raised the dagger, her eyes filled with cold determination.

“You’re know, Nico,” she said softly, her voice filled with venom. “Men never learn.”

With one swift, brutal motion, she brought the blade down, slicing through Nico’s exposed, erect penis. Blood sprayed from the wound, his body convulsing violently on the altar as the last shred of his manhood was torn away.

"Nooo! Uaaaaaaah!" Nico was now literally cut off from the power of the Phallus. He saw his own severed dick first in Solana's hands, and then flying towards the crowd of Themis' angels. His manhood, his pride, the symbol of his male identity, was gone. Everything, his whole life, and the life of his ancestors, had been in vain. The cruel pain from his wound and his totally crushed, now useless balls reached his shocked brain, and the very essence of his mind was slowly fading away in a roaring sea of pain and desperation. He wouldn't die as a man, he realized - just as an empty hull on the bloodstained altar of the helplessly raging god he had worshipped.

On Gavin's Rock, the ground trembled again. Many houses were destroyed, ghostly creatures crawled from the sea onto the beach, and the Phallus sanctuary was at the center of a powerful storm. Gabriel Leister, kneeling in front of the Phallus statue, had to use all his mental and physical power to avoid a catastrophe. "We have lost an important battle today!", he recognized. "The front line is coming closer ... Themis assembles her army! It's time to prepare for the return of the witches... the ultimate battle!"

Solana stood over Nico’s lifeless, blood-soaked body, the dagger still clutched in her trembling hand. The weight of what she had just done, the brutal battle she had fought, settled on her shoulders, and for a moment, she felt the tears well up in her eyes. She had won—they had won—but the cost had been immense. Her body shuddered with exhaustion as she let the dagger fall from her hand, the sound of it clattering on the stone floor echoing through the eerie silence that followed Nico’s defeat.

Solana's knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, the sobs finally breaking free. She had been strong for so long, but now the pain, the fear, and the exhaustion all crashed down on her. The horrors of the night flooded her mind, and she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

She looked up, her vision blurred with tears, and saw Jessica and Helena, both lying on the ground, their bodies battered and bloodied from the fight. Panic surged through her chest. Were they alive? Her heart raced as she forced herself to her feet and stumbled toward them, her legs weak and unsteady.

But before she could reach them, a soft, glowing light filled the room. Solana stopped, her breath catching in her throat as Themis—the goddess of femininity—appeared before them. Her presence was radiant and powerful, her ethereal form exuding a calm, healing energy. The ghosts and spirits of vengeful women lingered in the background, watching silently as Themis stepped forward.

With a gentle wave of her hand, Themis knelt beside Jessica and Helena, her touch soft and comforting. A warm glow enveloped them, and slowly, their wounds began to heal. Cuts closed, bruises faded, and the pain that had once consumed them melted away under Themis’s divine care. Solana watched in awe as her friends stirred, their bodies mending before her eyes.

Jessica blinked, her eyes fluttering open as she saw Solana standing there, tears streaming down her face. Without a word, Jessica pushed herself up and threw her arms around Solana, holding her tightly. “We did it,” Jessica whispered, her voice filled with relief.

Solana sobbed against her, the weight of everything they had survived finally lifting as she held her friend close. The battle had been brutal, but they had come through it together.

“Jess!” came a voice from the entrance of the basement. Yello, Jessica’s twin brother, rushed into the room, his face pale with worry. He ran to Jessica, throwing his arms around her, holding her as if he had been terrified he would never see her again.

Jessica hugged him back, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I’m okay, Yello. We’re okay.” She smiled softly, leaning into his embrace as his hands shook from the relief.

Solana turned, her eyes locking onto Helena, who had just sat up, her hand resting on the spot where Nico had injured her. The two women stared at each other for a long moment, the intensity of everything they had been through hanging in the air between them. And then, without hesitation, Solana moved toward her, their bodies gravitating toward one another.

Helena’s lips curled into a soft smile as she reached for Solana. She leaned down, pressing her lips against Solana’s, the kiss gentle but filled with emotion. The two women shared their moment of triumph and love on top of Nico’s lifeless body, a final symbol of their victory over everything he had represented.

“We win,” Helena whispered against Solana’s lips, her voice soft but filled with strength.

Solana pulled back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from Helena’s face as she looked into her eyes. “Not yet,” she replied, her voice firm but hopeful. “There are still so many men out there—men like Nico. But now we have the dagger, and we can summon the army. This isn’t over. It’s just the beginning.”

Helena nodded, her smile widening as she squeezed Solana’s hand. “A new adventure,” she said quietly, the promise of what lay ahead sparking between them.

As they stood together, the spirits of the vengeful women who had helped them slowly faded into the shadows, their purpose fulfilled, but always watching, always waiting. Themis lingered for a moment longer, her presence powerful and reassuring, before she too vanished, leaving the women with the strength to carry on their fight.

Solana, Jessica, Helena, and Yello stood in the now-empty basement, the silence a stark contrast to the violence and horror that had unfolded there just moments before. But they knew—deep in their hearts—that this was only the beginning of something much larger.

Together, they would continue the fight. Together, they would change the world.

And as they left the basement, the future stretched out before them, full of possibility, full of hope.