"Ma'am..."
"Don't you kids know how to knoc-Kyle!?" The Necrus City High School. Although it was one of the smallest high schools in Necrus, it still boasted several alumni that made their names known throughout the entire country. "No, I don't think so!" Kyle is spending his last year as a senior in the school; his stay, completely sponsored by the government as a sort of personal relief fund for the tragedy he had experienced when he was younger. Suffice it to say, as a freeloader and a Lowborn, Kyle was not fully welcomed by most of the students and even some of the faculty. But if there was one person that made Kyle even just feel slightly welcome, it was Katherine Halsey. But then again, she didn't have a choice since she was the school's doctor; her clinic, almost Kyle's second home from the constant beating's through the six years he had been here. "What happened this time!?" Katherine, who seemed to be filling in some paperwork, quickly stood up from her desk, her glasses, dropping from her tanned face as she did so. The pair of glasses did not fall to the floor, however, as it bounced from her large bosoms that her shirt could barely contain before it landed on the desk. Katherine's brown eyes reflected a young man leaning on the side of the door of her clinic; his blood, trickling to the floor. "I.. just need antibiotics and I'm leaving Dr. Halsey." Kyle gasped as he closed and locked the door behind him; his steps, as stuttered as his breaths as he made his way to the medicine closet. "I don't want to bother you, doctor. I can inject the antibiotics myself," he then said; his blood, painting the glass cabinet as he tried to open it. But before Kyle could open the cabinet, Katherine pulled him away, not even caring that her white uniform was getting messy with Kyle's blood as she dragged him to the bed. "You sit, and you stay put. You hear me?" Katherine then gently pushed Kyle to the bed, making him lie down before violently pointing at him to stay as she started preparing something to clean his wounds. What Katherine did not prepare, however, were the antibiotics or any other needles and sutures. Instead, as she returned to the bed, she just gently placed her hand on Kyle's face-and with a light breath escaping her lips, her bands started to light up. The procedure to heal someone usually involves pain, a lot of pain for the patient. It was a green light that very slowly wrapped Kyle's face, a hazy green light that showed that one holds the blood of Asclepius, the God of Healing and most doctors had this blood of Asclepius in them. And Katherine knew how much pain Kyle was in, but even still, he never once screamed and aside from his clenched jaw, his eyes, that one could barely see felt empty.. blank. He wasn't always like this, but his tolerance for pain has always existed. She could still remember the first time Kyle visited her clinic, all bloodied up, with most of his teeth missing He still winced in pain then, but after several times, his eyes just lost their color. She reported this to the school, but no one really cared for a Commoner. "I think it's about time you tell me who is doing this to you." "You're graduating this year, Kyle," and as the light in her hand disappeared, Katherine forcefully grabbed Kyle's healed face and turned it toward her. "I tripped on the stairs." "No, you didn't" Katherine rolled her eyes as she sat on the bed; her bosoms, slightly jiggling as she did so. "Kyle, someone is beating you up. Don't you want to make them face justice? And it's your birthday today too, you're officially an adult now, Kyle. Please... tell me who is doing this to you." "Dr. Halsey, I really appreciate you taking care of me every time," Kyle slightly leaned his head away as Katherine started cleaning his face with a damp cloth, "But I am not going to get justice, not here… …and definitely not out there." "Kyle, you—" "Thank you, but I'm already bothering you enough with your job as it is." And before Katherine could finish her words, Kyle lightly pushed her hand away as he sat up from the bed; not even looking at her as he started walking away. "I would help you even if this wasn't my job, Kyle. Kyle!" But alas, try as she might reach out, she could only watch as Kyle made his way out of her clinic. "Kyle!" Katherine let out one final scream of frustration, before just letting out a defeated sigh as she covered her face; not realizing she was still holding the cloth filled with Kyle's blood. "..." "..." Katherine then subtly turned to look at the door… before placing the cloth right in front of her nose. "Hn…" She then closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath, sniffing a mix of rust and sweat from the cloth. Katherine's breaths started to stutter as her entire body became weak…and hot. "Kyle…" Katherine then lay herself down on the bed, feeling the warmth that Kyle left as she curled herself; creasing her clothes and almost unbuttoning her shirt from the sheer size of her bosoms. "...Who… who is doing this to you?" She whispered as she placed the blood-filled cloth beside her cheek, "Why… why won't you tell me?" Katherine opened her eyes; her tongue, sticking out as her fingers very slowly crawled between her legs. "!!!" But as soon as the bell of the school rang, her eyes quickly widened as she sat up. She looked at the blood-filled cloth, before throwing it away in disgust. "What…" She whispered in disbelief. "...What the fuck was I doing?" *** "Shit…" In a dark and bleak room, Kyle's deep breaths whispered into the empty walls. He had lived in the school dormitory for six years, and yet the only sign one could see that someone was actually living there was the mattress placed right at the very center of the square room, as well as the suitcase at the corner. Once again, the room was fully sponsored by the government. Kyle touched his jaw, massaging it to see if anything was left broken. But after groaning several times as he stretched his neck, he started undressing—folding his clothes neatly before moving to his room's personal bathroom. He placed the bloodied clothes into the laundry basket, before cleaning himself in the shower; the blood that still stuck to his body, mixing with the water. His shower was cold, cold enough that each of his heavy breaths released vapor. And he just stood there for an hour, rubbing and cleaning himself to the point that his skin started to scald before he was done. "Ha!! Fuck my life," he then whispered as he got out of the shower—making sure to wipe any dripping water on the floor as he made his way in front of the mirror. The mirror, however, was shattered; its cracks, like a web that reflected Kyle's fractured life. Even with his broken reflection, however, as Kyle pulled his jet-black hair. Jet-black hair, a sign that a person was most probably a Lowborn. And as he pushed his hair that covered his face back, one could easily notice the stunning features of his face. Jet-black eyes, thick but sharp eyebrows, his perfectly lined jaw—one would think that his face was a sculpture of Narcissus and Adonis merged in one. One would also think his perfect face was a blessing, but no—he was too weak to have it, and it only caused him trouble. It was the very reason people started bullying him in the first place… and so, he just learned to hide it by covering his face. His body was trained obsessively; his shoulders were wide and it felt like his flesh would explode from how sharp the edges of his muscles were—he trained his body to perfection to survive this unfair world, and yet it did not matter. In a world where a man, much skinnier than he is, could lift a car in one hand with ease… his million push-ups meant nothing. And as Kyle was once again reminded of that fact as he got dressed, the only thing he could really do was sit on his bed and sigh. There was truly only one thing that Kyle looked forward to—seeing his sister smile. "..." Kyle grabbed something from his suitcase—a phone. The phone seemed fairly new, but both its cameras on the front and back were completely scratched. A small smile then formed on his face as he quickly pressed the only app on his phone—Shudder, a social media streaming platform where people can record their lives. In this case, it was mostly used by Hunters, people who fought monsters that appeared from these Portals. His sister, unlike him, was Gifted—she was her mother's child from her 2nd husband. And fortunately, unlike him, his sister had talents, abilities. The two of them were only two years apart, and yet at 16, his sister had already achieved more than he ever will in his life. But Kyle was not envious, he was happy… happy that at least one of them gets to continue living in this cruel world. And so, with a small chuckle, he clicked on his sister's channel… only for the smile on his face to disappear as soon as he saw the title of her stream. "Cerberus Guild…" Kyle's eyes widened as he read the title over and over again before actually proceeding to watch it, "Isn't that… …where that guy is joining?"[There are rumours that the Cerberus Guild are inviting you to join their company. Is there any truth in that, Sophie?] [Well, I guess. It's not really a secret anymore.] "No…" The sun was still out, and yet the only source of light that could be seen in Kyle's room was his phone; the face of his sister, being reflected into his eyes. The two didn't really look alike at all—his sister had orange hair and a small, cute face—easily making her popular with boys, as is most of her subscribers. [But aren't there also rumours that… Derek West is also joining the guild? He's being released today. How do you feel about that?] [There's… nothing to feel,] Sophia just shrugged her shoulders as she looked right at the camera, [I'd like to leave the past behind me.] [But he killed your mother… and posted it on LitTube.] [I can't really blame him for what happened, we were all young. I was just 10 then and I can't really remember much… …but I think my brother instigated the situation.]
"It is your fault! And you know what... I think you're the one that should have died!" And all of a sudden, everyone and everything turned quiet. Even the guards that were pinning Kyle down could not help but instinctively let go of Kyle, just looking at each other in shock. The people that were watching the scenario, whispering and letting out gasps of bewilderment. Even Sophie gasped, not believing the words that came out of her mouth. "You, think I should die?" Kyle stood up very weakly, almost falling on his knees again as his eyes which were hidden by his hair started to falter while looking at Sophie. "Why? Was it really my fault?" "Brother.." Sophie's head started to tremble as she backed away; she saw a glimpse of her brother's eyes, completely still.. and almost lifeless, "Brother, I'm s- But before she finished words, Sophie suddenly turned around and ran away. "Sophie!?" One of Sophie's friends, a girl with long blonde hair, could not help but stare at Kyle fo
"...Huh?" The Underworld--not much is known about this realm beneath the world of men. The humans know only what the gods have told them. But if there is one undeniable truth, it is that the Underworld is where the souls of men ferry to once they meet their end. And if their souls are judgged evil, they are deemed unworthy of rest and will be spawned back as monsters. That is why Kyle believes that the monsters will never truly disappear, because the number of evil men outnumbers those that are not. The humans make their hell a reality. One would think the Underworld would be a gloomy place because of this, but no, Kyle has seen his sister's explorations in the novice and training areas, and it looked just like the surface... except one could see half the world on the horizon. As the Underworid is beneath the Earth's surface, the Earth's surface is beneath the Underworld, relatively speaking, Once you pass through the Portal, the gravity starts to invert making what is sup
3-Headed hounds, giant eagles with the body of a lion, a literal half-human half-reptile with small snakes as hair. There were also sorts of monsters that existed in the Underworld, completely different from each other and varying in strengths. And yet, there was one thing that was consistent amongst all of them-none of them could talk. Even those that have human heads and faces are not capable of speaking to men. Many Explorers have already tried, some have even captured monsters to experiment on them when the technology needed for such procedures became available, and yet to no avail. And yet right now, in front of Kyle, with its mouth dripping with blood-a monster spoke. "Did.. you just speak?" Kyle slightly flinched, standing up from the frosty ground as he looked the spider lady in the eyes. "Gruhh..khee?" "..Oh." But as the monster opened its mouth again, the only thing that escaped its lips was a mumbling screech. It opened its mouth again, but no words that Kyle cou
Awakening. The process when the blood of the gods that lay dormant in a human's veins starts to wake up, hence the name. People could usually trace what part of society one belongs to by checking their history and bloodline, but it is truly only when one awakens that people could truly judge one's potential. Awakening commonly happens right in the middle of puberty, with the average age being 12, It could be early or late for a year or two, but it happens for everyone; even for Lowborns. But for Kyle, nothing ever really woke up-a testament to how diluted his blood was, is what the doctors said to him. But now, as he turned 18, Kyle could feel every strand of muscles in his body throb as the blood of the gods in his veins started to burst forth. The blood of the gods is powerful. Once it wakes up, it restarts your entire existence; it alters your instincts. Their blood literally injects power into your brain, giving it knowledge it never had before. Special talents, abilit
"Back is itchy. My back is itchy." The ability to know someone's desires. Kyle wasn't a fool, he knows that in the hands of a more intelligent person, this kind of ability would be one of the most overpowered skills to have. But why, why would the heavens give someone who lived a life of solitude like Kyle this kind of ability? "Ha.." But then again, no matter how intelligent one is; a plan usually shatters in the face of overwhelming strength-and that is exactly what the arachne means for Kyle right now. He wanted to try and see what would happen if he filled up the five hearts and turned them all red. He got Iucky earlier when the arachne's neck was itching because he was lifted in the air. But now, her back is itching. Her legs were still tapping from Kyle's.. magic touch, and as she was even backing away, it gave Kyle, ample time and space to think everything through. Should he just run away? No, that was absolutely not an option. So, what was Kyle even supposed to
The same words repeated in Kyle's mind as he watched the arachne very gently fondle her own bosom. The edges of her fingers, being filled up due to how soft and arge they seemingly were. Does.. he really have no other options here Kyle thought. "Hm.." The arachne seemed to have noticed him hesitating; her head, slightly tilting to the side as the smile on her face turnd into light bewilderment. But then, very slowly, the smile once again appeared on her face. She lifted one of her soft bosoms closer to her face, before leaning her head down and sticking out her tongue. She then turned to look Kyle hys straight in the eyes... before touching the tip of her tongue on her own teat. "!!!" And like a throb that echoed throughout his entire body. Kyle felt a sort of warmth rushing through his veins-like a surge of power that made him feel like he could survive anything the world throws at him. Unfortunately for him, that surge of power all settled at the already raging rod between
"Are these your clothes?" "Yes... Thank you." "Why were you naked?" What was Kyle even supposed to reply to that? That he took off his clothes because it was liberating that his life was about to end? Or that he was deliberately trying to kill himself? Which one would be the more sane response? "It's.." And when Kyle finally opened his mouth, the rescuer who handed him his clothes back was already gone. Kyle was already back on the Surface; right outside the dorm and being assessed for any injuries. While everyone around him was running around. he was just asked to sit on the side and wait for instructions. They gave him a pair of pants and a jacket, but they were too small so he wasn't even able to zip the jacket up. Fortunately for Kyle, they were at least able to give him a warm, damp towel to cover his head, which was throbbing like crazy earlier from the gravity shift upon returning to the Surface. Now that he was looking at the Portal he fell into, he realized how