Previously
Willow 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 under the Humlic Domain, or the Human God’s domain, his people were granted the power of Emblems even though it was later revealed that his power just helped guide it to materialize.
Each Major God’s power system had their own advantages and disadvantages, but the Human God was stacked with disadvantages. . .at least in the short term. One of them being how you had a classification your power would fall under, and you could only practice skills under that classification. For example, you could get the Emblem of Fire and therefore, you would only be able to practice Fire-related skills. No ifs, no buts. Not to mention how hard it was to even make/practice said skill. Luckily for him, his emblem was of the Abnormal category, along with the Celestial Hero, and it was mostly of the support - holy category.
The first skill was presented to you, practically handed to you by the Human God as a freebie but the later ones, you had to do it yourself. His first skill was exactly like in the game.
“Purify,” Willow commanded. A dim light appeared over his hand, the soft white glow transferring over to the length of Rufus’s steel. He opened his eyes to see that Rufus’s sword was glowing a soft white glow and smiled. “It’s done. Remember. Make sure to hit it’s left chest. Stealth is key.”
Rufus nodded, crouching and taking a breath of confidence before slowly moving out. Willow watched in anxious breaths, thanking the gods that the demon was still too focused on it’s feast to notice Rufus who was circling around it, to position himself at his back. Soon enough, he was there, light on his toes as he aimed his holy sword, lunging back to prepare for a sharp thrust before he let out his breath, “Die!”. The demon heard Rufus’s silent roar but only managed to look up from it’s food before it felt a sharp sting on its chest, roaring in pain as it looked down to see that a sword was poking out from it’s left chest, where it’s heart had been pierced.
Rufus quickly drew his sword back, his gleaming sword now drenched in demonic black blood as he hopped backwards, taking a stance to fight or die there and then. Luckily for him, Willow’s plan was a success as Rufus watched the demon writhed in pain, scratching at it’s own skin before it’s bone-white flesh exploded into motes of white light.
For a moment, both Rufus and Willow were quiet as they were still trying to process the fact that they had just killed a demon. Willow even more so, as this was his first time actually killing anything, both in his past life or in this. Then, Willow jumped up to Rufus, giving him a hug as the old town's guard gave a wide smile as well, carrying the boy and twirling the both of them around in silent celebration. Rufus felt a weight off his shoulder, feeling as if he had somewhat avenged his daughter and felt extremely thankful for the beautiful boy that helped him accomplish his goal so quickly. He looked up to the sky, tears falling down his face as he hugged Willow, asking if his daughter was watching his father from the heavens.
“We did it, old man!” Willow yelped as he was put down. He raised his hand high for a high five. Rufus looked confused. Willow showed him the ropes. “It’s called a high five. We slap our hands like this, yeah, just a little up and yeah - like that! Again!”
“We killed a demon,” Willow raised his palm up high. “High five!”
“High five!” Rufus smiled, giving the shorter boy’s hand a satisfying slap. He wasn’t sure why but he felt encouraged at the act, noting to himself to share it with his other brothers when they met up again. “Boy, you won’t believe how than-Gfuk?!”
Warm blood splattered across Willow’s face. “Eh?” He felt Rufus’s heavy body fall into him. His body was still. His mind was in shock. Willow slowly turned his head around and saw why Rufus wasn’t replying. Something had shot through Rufus’s forehead; a large, steaming hole had appeared in the middle of his head as bits of brain matter and chunks sloshed, falling onto the ground. The smell of burning meat and taste of iron blood spread across his senses.
His stomach curled, making him gag. He lost feeling in his legs and dropped down, eyes shaky as he tried to take in what just happened. A sense of utmost dread filled him then, telling him to run so he did. Or at least, he tried. Everytime he got up, he would only fall back down like a little fawn learning to walk straight out of it’s mother’s womb. His heart thumped hard against his chest.
With as much courage as he could muster, he traced the trajectory of the throw and looked up. He let out a defeated chuckle. “Why is she here?”
The clouds had darkened. The sky and the moon turned blood red, heralding the forthcoming of the source of all evils - granting it’s evil light on the demonic red skin of the Demon God. She stood on the clouds, two reddish-black wings with mouths moaning from it’s feathers lazily flapping about behind her. She was dressed in seductive darkness like a mistress of the highest wealth, it’s little tendrils gracefully covering her tall, large body, leaving only her reddish shoulders and succulent upper thighs to show. You weren’t allowed to see her eyes, the upper half of her face covered in a veil that sprouted satanic concentric eyes that rolled about manically. She looked as eldritch abomination as she did satanic. She was the Lady Of Evil, the One Whose Name Is Shrouded In Darkness; the fucking Demon God herself.
And it was fucking terrifying for Willow to even stand in the presence of such a end-game being. All he could do was simply stare at her before he blinked. She was gone.
“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.
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
PreviouslyElm’s features tightened into a horrific frown. What had her town come to be? There was nothing more than fire - flames and demonic beings summoned from hell that was razing her hometown to cinders as the stench of dead, burnt bodies filled her nose. Her brother! Her blood ran cold at the thought of Willow contributing to the stench of dead bodies. It was almost enough for her to rage but her emblem prevented her - shoving calm, soothing images to the front of her mind. Right. Willow was her proud, beloved brother. He wasn’t some damsel in distress that would require her to obsess over his well-being. He was at the very least, smarter and had the better wits against her - enough so that his body wasn’t cold yet. No, she needed to focus on the more pressing matters at hand for now. She then turned her attention to the accursed, ugly things flying above her. 6 flying demons with a strong one in the middle. They were too ugly to be described in human tongue, too disgusting to
PreviouslyElm pondered over the matter before she decided on her answer. Both of the problems could be solved with a quick flash of her power. Literally. And, the bigger the better.With that, she willed speed into her body before she near-teleported to the place where her parents were, killing a couple flying demons out of the way before landing on an adjacent rooftop. Seeing the looks of surprise on both the people’s faces and the demons, she closed her eyes before imagining a bright flash of light. “[Construct],” Elm muttered and heard multiple yelps as the world turned into light. Leonard had always been an astute and free man, unshackled and unchained. He remembered his adventurer days, Free-Spirited Leo they called him, ”working for the Association as a Wanderer, exploring the great kingdoms, the high mountains and even going so far as to explore the great dungeons as well! But as he aged along the years and the woman of his dreams caught him, she had finally convinced him to
Previously“Defensive Positions!”Leonard turned to the Humlic priest and his good friend, barking out orders in the front line, fear non-existent in his eyes even in the face of demons. He remembered how he used to make fun of the priest, calling him unmanly with how he kept his chastity and yet compared to him, John was far more of a man than him. Would he be a greater father than him too?The guards all formed a defensive wall around the townspeople, shielding them with their iron shields blessed with holy water as they moved at a snail’s pace under the protective barrier casted by the priest. The barrier looked flimsy, weak, waning in and out of existence but it was strong enough to make the few low-ranked demons burst into flames as they were exorcised from the mortal realm. But it wouldn’t last forever. In fact, Leonard could clearly see the sweat dripping down John’s face as he gritted his teeth to hold on, at least until they could get into the church.Leonard’s face turned da
Previously“I’m sorry for being so shameless but,” Leonard cried, closing his eyes. “I hope you can let me meet you again, my children.” He surrenders his body to fate, and his soul to the Humlic God so that he will be judged fairly and casted upon the fiery pits of Hell to repent for his sins. BOOM!A large explosion ran out. The demons no longer giggled. The people no longer fled in terror. From that explosion of warmth and light, the world stood in silence. Father John had a smile on his face, seeing the familiar unconscious face of the village chief beside him and the last images of the young girl in gold transitioned to darkness. Hope had arrived.“E. . lm?” Leonard heard from his wife. His heart squeezed in fear but his stomach rolled with happiness and hope. Did he dare? With how he had abandoned her, did he dare to call himself a father, open his eyes and utter her name. Oh, he couldn't believe his eyes.Doubt, regret and guilt flooded through his system. Voices shamed him,