Previously
In the game, the protagonist Elm would go through her Awakening, coming out as the prophesied Child Of Light, or the Celestial Hero who would then pave her path to eventually slay the Demon God and unite the world. But that was all so far in the future.
No, what worried Willow right now was the closer future, the tragedy that was about to fall right into their laps and the tragedy that he was going to abuse so as to escape this town and the predetermined plot of the world.
He remembered how the town would soon fall into chaos and anarchy when the demons attacked, with homes set ablaze as the morning sky was covered with soot and dark hail. The moment Elm came out of her Awakening, the demons would immediately launch an attack and go on to raze the entire town to the ground. Elm would fight, kill, fight and kill some more as a river of blood would be all that’s left of the town when morning rose.
As Father John finally finished his explanation and opened the doors to the church, he couldn’t stop his heart from trying to beat out his chest. Knowing the future seems to be both a blessing and a curse.
The interiors of the Humlic Church was, as expected, basically the same as the Christian churches he’d attended in his ex-life. A holy building that had an unhealthy fascination with white and gold with rows of seats aligned on left and right that was beginning to be filled by the townspeople. A small platform had been erected just like in an ordinary church as the priest hopped up the stairs and stood in front of a giant crucifix plastered onto the wall behind him.
The priest then directed Willow and the rest to sit on the mattress that had been laid before him, telling them that the ritual was about to begin. The church was silent.
Willow looked over his shoulders and as he’d expected, more of the town's guards were hurrying around as if they had been preparing for something. He saw that his mother and the other parents were unaware however, fully focused on their children’s coming of age ritual.
After a short prayer, Father John began the Awakening. “Rose. Rose of Marisa’s, please walk upon the podium so I may bless you.”
“Y-Yes, Father!” A teenage girl with fiery hair and eyes quickly sauntered over to the priest. She had been whispered something by the priest, nodding as her answer before she knelt, facing the priest and had her hands in a praying gesture. Father John laid his right hand above her head and started to chant.
Willow watched with great interest at the scenery that was unfolding before him. In the game, all that was shown was the dialogue between Father John and the young teens -- never the actual scene of awakening their emblems.
As he watched, Willow saw a glow emit from Father John’s hand before it travelled down to the girl’s head, moving down her hair before eventually dimming down as it approached her right hand. He was surprised to see the mystical sight, reminding himself that he was in a world of magic and swords albeit a little more complicated.
The girl soon opened her eyes to find a flame-like insignia tattooed on top of her right hand -- her emblem, the crystallization of her soul. Father John nodded and smiled warmly before saying, “She’s a lucky one, she is.”
“The Emblem Of Fire,” He announced. It was met with a number of approving and excited chattering before the girl rushed down happily to her proud parents. Willow watched the scenery with mirth. The emblem may be something ordinary, if one took it at face value but it all depended on the skills she would soon develop and how she would use them.
If she survived. Willow’s smile died down as another kid had been called onto the stage.
It hurt. It really hurt him to know that once the invasion happened -- which it most likely already has -- he would have to be one of the first ones to hide and run away. All thoughts of saving people and the like would have to be thrown away but not the hope that his sister would somehow defy fate and save them.
He couldn’t allow any burden if he wanted his future to be clean and as far away from that horrible end he would meet. The priest soon called onto another person - a familiar boy who had a look of confident pride in his face. Willow remembered him as the douche, rich kid of the town mayor or otherwise known as Galland, an ironic name for him.
He appeared to attend the Awakening with his mother. She stood a couple metres away from the common class of the people with a big smile on her fat face, under a parasol that looked a size too small for her large, unshapely behind.
The priest went on to go through the process, only this time, he had been more formal and less homely than he was with the previous girl. But it was understandable since it only took the smug looking boy’s mood to go stale to sicc the town mayor on your ass.
A bright, yellow light shone this time as the boy then proudly held his emblem before the crowd. “The Emblem Of Pure Lightning,” Father John announced with surprise in his old eyes.
The crowd applauded and praised the young boy even though they didn’t technically know what Pure Lightning meant.
Willow nodded and admitted that, despite how much he hated the boy, he did get a good emblem. With the emblem of Pure Lightning, he would be a menace to demons or anything unholy in nature and honestly, just a great addition to the ranks of holy knights in the kingdom. If, you ignored his massive attitude problem.
Galland seemed to look over Willow, meeting eyes with the beautiful boy before he winked at Willow - reminding him why on the gods’ name he hated the douchey kid so much. As Willow the beautiful femboy, he had always been the head turner since he was young, always attracting unwanted attention from people wherever he went.
Sometimes he attracted the wrong people’s attention which was one of the reasons that caused his family, especially his mother, to grow extra-protective of him. One of said people was this rich snob who thought money bought everything and thought he was the perfect maiden to buy dinner with.
Willow didn’t say anything however since he let her take care of the job.
Galland’s eyes laid on the warrior girl that kicked his ass multiple times since young, sitting just right beside of his long-time crush - glaring at him while still on her impassive expression. His back immediately broke into cold sweat as he turned the other cheek and cursed at the fear he still felt for the girl. If only she wasn’t there, her sister would have been his already.
Willow watched as Galland jumped off the stairs and walked away, grumbling to himself. He grasped his little sister’s hands. “Thanks, Elm.”
“Mm.” She nodded.
The rest of the kids went by and awakened their emblems as the sun started to peek from the eastern mountains - more and more guards looked hectic, their armor clanking around as it was starting to grow hard for Willow and the rest to ignore them. Most of the nobles - both the parents and their children who had already received their Emblems had been escorted somewhere to their bewilderment. The other common people on the other hand, had been directed to the Safe-House or at least that was what Willow thought since they were headed North.
Only the Safe-House and thick forestry lay North of the town. Willow bit his lips as he knew that today would be the day that the Safe-House. . .wasn’t so safe anymore.
There had only been a small group of townsmen left by the time it was his sister’s turn but enough people started murmuring in excitement at the symbol of talent and pride of their town. Willow’s mother had already started crying even though Elm hadn’t received her Emblem yet.
Elm conversed with the old priest before she knelt and prayed. The old man placed his left hand above her golden hair and chanted. Willow watched with excitement at the birth of a Hero - no, he looked onwards to witness the birth of a star.
Previously There had only been a small group of townsmen left by the time it was his sister’s turn but enough people started murmuring in excitement at the symbol of talent and pride of their town. Willow’s mother had already started crying even though Elm hadn’t received her Emblem yet. Elm conversed with the old priest before she knelt and prayed. The old man placed his left hand above her golden hair and chanted. Willow watched with excitement at the birth of a Hero - no, he looked onwards to witness the birth of a star.And was her rebirth grandiose.If a simple light shone on the other children when they received their emblems, Elm received a whole spotlight on her. The priest had almost been blown apart by the shock. Heavenly bells chimed as if someone had just won the lucky draw as motes of golden light thrifted alongside Elm. Two, ethereal cherubs appeared before her, both of them holding a wreath of silver as they gently lowered it onto Elm’s head. “What’s going on?!” “Are
PreviouslyWillow tilted his head. The guard shook his head. “Rowan. The second-in-command.”“Willow. I would say it’s nice to meet you but,” Willow smiled wryly. Rowan chuckled. “You’ve got balls to be making jokes in this situation, girl.”A twitch formed on Willow’s head. “I’m a boy. But that’s not really important right now. Can you tell me exactly what happened when I was out cold?” He needed to cross-check between the game’s event description with what was currently happening.Rowan appeared shocked by Willow’s gender reveal but learned to move past it. “Fucking demon invasion is what happened. I -no, We were somewhat expecting an attack of some sort after the council meeting on irregular monster activity in the area but nothing that would involve fucking demons.”“How did they bypass the town’s security so suddenly? I believe an army of this scale should be in vision even if they were a mile away,” Willow asked. “I don’t know how the bloody demons did it. I’m a townsguard, not
Previously Wait. Willow was beginning to feel dizzy, the smell of blood and ash was starting to grow heavier by the second. It only told him of the amount of carnage the town was under, force-feeding him a spoonful of the fact that this wasn’t a game anymore. His stomach coiled again as he did his best to ignore the screams of terror that filled his ears. As they waited, Willow could see signs of Rufus descending into hysteria, mumbling sacrificial thoughts about wanting to join his daughter in heaven. His back was drenched with cold sweat as his legs collected dirt. His body itched. Ached with pain. But he simply waited. He honestly didn’t think he could hold out anymore. Thoughts of thirst and hunger filled his head. There was a saying; Good things came to those who wait. It seemed to be true as Willow’s patience paid off. Heavy wind rushed past the entire town. A pillar of light penetrated the ash-sullen sky in the near distance. The sound of promised victory resounded. Willow
PreviouslyWillow knew manipulating the man like this was low but he had no choice. He considered himself far too valuable to get killed from something like that. Rufus gritting his teeth with hardened resolve. “You’re sure I can kill it in one strike?” “One strike,” Willow nodded. With a holy-enchanted, steel sword and a clean strike to the chest from the back? The demon stood no chance. If they actually managed to kill it, the both of their emblems should somewhat evolve as well considering that they were both only still novinces to their emblems. No matter how small, being a little stronger would go a long way in this apocalyptic nightmare.“Fine. For my daughter,” Rufus said, before holding out his sword over his heart like a knight. Willow held his right hand out over the sword and closed his eyes, focused. It wasn’t as hard as he thought to draw out his ability for the first time. It felt natural, as natural as having to breathe or moving an arm. In the game, it was stated that
Previously“How curious,” A sultry, ringing voice appeared from behind him. He looked back to see her standing right in front of him, pulling out the blood-red spear that had killed Rufus and. . .ate it? Her jaws parted inhumanely as she devoured the spear and smiled at him like nothing was wrong. Willow could say nothing. His mind was a mess. He was about to shit himself right now. The Demon God circled around him, sniffing the air, tasting it a little with her long, long tongue and after a sultry smile from her dark lips, all the eyes on her veil snapped at him in one movement that was seriously creeping Willow out. “You taste. . familiar.” She got close to him, leaning down from her giantess height which made Willow wince. Warning bells were ringing out in Willow’s head. He was scared, extremely scared but the one thing that made it through his mind was that he could NOT let her find out that he was the maiden. It was too, too early. Did he do something wrong while he was in this
PreviouslyWillow saw her form disappear into smoke before his eyes. He looked around alarmed but before he could even turn his head, she was already behind him, pulling him into a hug in her large bosom. He tried to struggle which only made the Demon God chuckle, playing with his hair and kissing it. “Submit! ”Suddenly, Willow felt his fear return to him and finally felt the killing intent from her. It felt like a mountain had been dropped onto his head with how strong the pressure was. It was telling - no - daring him to so much as move a muscle before his head would fly off his shoulders. She was strong. Beyond strong. It was then that Willow’s curse as a virgin Maiden activated. His body didn’t care of her origins and just that the strongest contender for his virginity had arrived. Just like before with Elm, his body started to feel hot and heavy with arousal, sending out pheromones to the Alpha being behind him almost teasingly, asking her to take him right then and there, telli
Previously“My most beloved one,” The Demon God whispered lovingly. She sniffed. His pheromones had mostly quelled. Satisfied. At least for now. She parted her lips, letting her long, long reddish tongue out. First, she licked his cheeks, tasting some of her own cum before seductively slurping up his closed, puckered lips. Tasty. Separating them, she then moved on to let her thick, long tongue inside his damp mouth that she had so brutally fucked just before. “Mmffn!” Willow felt the thick tongue intruding into his mouth but didn’t resist and simply let her do whatever she wanted. He relaxed, feeling her unsatisfied long tongue move even further in to conquer his mouth, slipping down into his throat which would have made him choke. . .if he even had a gag-reflex in the first place. God, how long was her tongue?Luckily, her tongue stopped at the near-ends of his oesophagus. With a hand cupping one of his fat arse-cheeks, and another holding his waist, she didn’t move for a while, simp
Previously“Here,” Aran said, taking out a thick book hidden behind an array of other miscellaneous books on a shelf covered in cobwebs. He blew on the cover, cleaning up the dust before letting it thump onto the table with it’s heavy weight. “This is?” Elm asked. She studied the book. There were no drawings on the cover, neither were there any inscriptions or titles that told of what it was. It was simply a thick book, with a blank, wooden cover that looked worn and torn from usage. “You wanted proof,” Aran said, motioning his head towards the book. “Open it.” He saw the distrust on her face. “It won’t kill you. Go ahead. Open it.”Elm nodded. As someone who had been taught under her brother, she knew far better than to open strange, old books or enter weird, dangerous lairs but something about this book felt familiar to her. She had just started to reach for it but it felt like she had already held the book - her hands feeling the phantom weight, the smooth cover and the roughness