CNT looked around the fiery blaze slowly. He held his worn sword in front of him with both hands. Those same hands were shaking. The shrieks, they were too much. Those... those THINGS. They hovered above him, spitting out flaming balls of death from their mouths. He had only but chance. Level and Prota were both safe in the cobblestone fort. If he could make it across the thin strip of stone, he would be safe.

He began to walk slowly. One slip, and he would fall into lava. The Ghasts continued to make themselves known. They screamed overhead as CNT walked. A loud shriek, right behind him. CNT spun around and began slashing at the sound. When he opened his eyes, there was nothing there. Confused, he looked up. A long white piece of flesh was coming down to meet him. He tried to run, but the Ghast was too fast. The tentacle wrapped itself around CNT's waist and yanked him high into the air.

He got one good whack at the monster with his sword before it shattered. He started shouting for help, but Level and Prota couldn't hear him behind the walls of the fort. Annoyed, the Ghast shoved one of it's tentacles into CNT's open mouth. His eyes widened in terror. The Ghast began rocking the tentacle in and out of CNT's welcoming mouth. He tried to bite down, but the tentacle was too thick. Just as he was about to accept his fate, a gush of blank ink filled his mouth. The Ghast pulled it's tentacle out, and CNT began to choke on the taste of the substance. His vision slowly began to fade. He blinked one last time as the poison from the ink seeped into his blood. Finished, the Ghast released CNT and allowed him to fall into the pool of lava below.

Prota screamed from behind the windows in the fort. He picked up his bow and ran out the door, heading to the Ghast that killed his soulmate. When he got close enough to the white monster, he fired two arrows at it's head. Both hit, and the Ghast spun around in fury. "ohshi-" was all Prota could mutter before a tentacle knocked him into a wall of Netherrack. A sharp pain shot up Prota's spine, and he collapsed. The Ghast hovered over to him, two tentacles reaching forward. One wrapped itself tightly around Prota's neck, and yanked him off the ground.

Gasping for air, Prota brought his hands to the tentacle and tried to free himself. It was of no use, though. The Ghast was much too strong. The second tentacle forced itself in between Prota's legs, and Prota gasped. He wore no armor, giving the Ghast easy access . Prota let out a silent scream as the thick piece of flesh forced itself into his one-size-fits-all asshole. The Ghast, not caring about the tightness, fucked Prota relentlessly. After about a minute, the going became easier. Prota's blood made a nice lube. Prota, not having enough air to scream, took it in silently. He began to sob just as the Ghast injected the ink into his raw asshole. Almost immediately, he began to feel drowsy. His hands began to turn purple, and he found enough oxygen to scream as the Ghast let him fall into the lava as it had with CNT.

There ain't no rest for the wicked. The Ghast quickly spotted Level running into the basement of the fort. It spat a fireball into the roof, and demolished with it the little security that Level had. It shot out a tentacle and smashed through the window, searching for it's next victim. As the tentacle neared Level, she whacked at it with her sword. The Ghast shrieked in a mixture of pain and rage, and charged at the fort. It crashed into the side, and destroyed the whole wall in the process. It found Level quickly and lifted her up by her legs. Level, having her sword in both hands, stabbed the Ghast in it's eye. The Ghast, who was not amused, easily knocked the sword out of Level's grasp.

It wasted no time with this annoying toy. It ripped off Level's iron leggings and shoved a tentacle into both Level's poon and ass. Level screamed in pain and her virginity shattered in a stream of blood. The Ghast shoved it's tentacles in and out of Level as hard and fast as it could. The mixture of blood and vaginal fluids felt amazing. Level screamed as the Ghast shoved it's tentacles further into her and released a thick flow of ink. She gagged once, then threw up a combination of blood and jet black ink. The Ghast was pleased with it's work. It threw Level onto the blazing Netherrack and took in the pleasure of watching her shrivel up and die slowly.