"...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 supposed to be the ceiling of the Underworld its surface. And right at the very center of the Underworld is the Helios, the Underworld's sun, as well as its sky. The Underworld was an Earth that never sleeps, never turns into night-a hellish paradise. At least, that is what it is supposed to be. But now, Kyle finds himself completely in the dark. His body felt like it was wrapped in a dozen heavy, damp cloths. "..Hm," a small breath escaped his lips. Is it possible he was actually dead? Was this how the Underworld turns the souls of evil men into monsters? No. Death wouldn't be this suffocating, at least not for him. So, what is this situation he finds himself in? Where was he? The last thing he remembers was being strangled by Rex, and then pushing him together to die a poctic death-and then as if the Fates were playing with him, a Portal opened up and swallowed the both of them. Kyle most likely lost consciousness as soon as the Gravitational force of the sudden shift of gravity hit him as he entered the Underworld's domain. "That's.. unfortunate." Kyle breathed out before moving his hands in front of him; it took a bit of effort since the cloth wrapping him was incredibly tight, but he was able to do so. He then gritted his teeth, before starting to pull the cloth open. The cloth was weird, like several silky threads dangled together. Several of Kyle's veins started to emerge from his skin. And finally, with a feverish effort, he was able to tear the cloth. Unfortunately for him, the entire thing ripped open as he did so, causing him to fall on the cold, but slightly soft and somewhat frosty ground. Not frosty in the way that it was cold, no. The ground was white. Kyle lifted up his hand, which seemed to carry some weight as the white residue on the ground stuck to it like a string.. with what seemed like a skull hanging on it. "Fuck!" Kyle blinked a couple of times before hastily waving his hand off of the white silky residue and throwing the skull away, into a pile of even more bones. There were bones, bones, and entire skeletons scattered everywhere; surrounding him from all sides. Maybe he really was dead? Kyle thought. But as he looked up. he saw the cloth he was trapped in-and it was not alone as it hung with several others like a cocoon from the frosty ceiling. "Oh." Kyle muttered as he finally realized where he was and what he was actually stepping on. He was inside a cave in the Underworld, currently surrounded by cobwebs and several dozens of skeletons. "Well... shit." If there was anything consistent in the Underworld, it was the fact that it had a tendency of making already scary creatures even scarier by making them bigger. This time, it was spiders. Giant spiders. And judging by the alarming amount of cobwebs around him, whatever brought him here was as big or bigger than him. Realizing this, Kyle could really only stand up and sigh. A gruesome death for an even more gruesome life, he thought. There truly is no justice in this unfair world-or perhaps there is, and this is its way of saying that Kyle deserves all the fucked up things that happened to him. Well, he wasn't going to resist. If the world wanted him dead, they could have him.. ..there was nothing for him in the workd of the living anymore. He had no dreams. He has no family, not anymore. And perhaps, he never really had a life-he died thc very moment he let his mother get murdered in front of him. "This is enough." "Where are you!?" And in that moment, Kyle roared; screaming out as he never did before, "I'm right here! You've wanted this for a very long time, right!?" Kyle then started walking, pulling back his hair and revealing his face that was sculpted by the gods themselves. He then took off his shirt, showing his chiseled body. He took everything off, no longer shying from the world as he stretched his arms to the side and waited for death to show itself. A sccond. A minute, but it never came. And so instead, Kyle searches for it himself once more. He continued to walk in the unusually bright cave, stepping over several skeletons without a care in the world.. and very soon, he heard a whisper-a cry. He calmly approached the sound, moving perhaps deeper into the cave until finally, he saw the image of death-not his, however, not yet. "K... Kyle..?" It was Rex; his face, completely emaciatcd and dry as he dangled in the air. His hand that he tried to stretch toward Kyle as soon as he saw him, was almost skin and bone. "Oh hello, Rex," a hint of a smile crawled on Kyle's face as he saw the look of fear in Rex's eyes. He then very slowly approached him: his voice, unnaturally calm and soothing. "I was wrong we're both going to die here today. " "H..help me Kyle." "No, I'm.. too weak to help anyone," a small chuckle escaped Kyle's lips as he casually sat near Rex... watching as the life in his eyes very slowly started to fade away. Rex's body soon began to flinch, but Kyle just shrugged his shoulders as he stared him right in the eyes. Kyle then turned to look at the reason why his body was covulsing, only to see something latching onto his stomach, eviscerating and mutilating it. Eight long black legs; chittering in the air as it slightly moved and pierced the ground with its sharp ends. It's body was the size of a small car, with patterns that made it even more daunting than it already was. That wasn't what made the thing in front of Kyle a monster, no-the rest of it was. The head that was mowing down Rex's stomach was not the head of a spider, but rather that of an utterly pale woman that carried with her an otherworldly beauty; her long black hair that seemed as silky as the webs around her, moving ever so gracefully as she devoured Rex. Soon, however, she pulled her head away, revealing the rest of her human parts. A set of well-toned arms. Her large, round bosoms which jiggled as she stood up to look at Kyle. Her small waist enhanced her voluptuous shape even more. But then, anything human stops there as everything below it was that of a deadly spider. So, this is what death looks like. "It's... fine, ma'am. You can continue." Kyle calmly said as he looked the spider lady straight in her large dark eyes, "I am not going to run away." "..Oh??" And to his surprise... ...the spider lady answered, "Food.. can talk?" "..." "..." "Huh... ..well, that's weird."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
"Show me your face. Show me your beautiful face." "..." The woman's desires were loud, louder than Arachnea's. Is it because she's human? Did she sce Kyle's face when they rescued him? But he even covered his face before the thing between his legs when they arrived. Truly, a Hunter's eyes were fast... ...and perhaps he can use the woman beside him to confirm that? Kyle then turned to look at the five gray hearts above the woman's head again. A sort of idea has already formed in Kyle's head of what happens when he turns all the target's hearts red. Kyle then took in a small breath, turning to see if there were people looking at them. But as soon as he realized that everyone was busy with the Portal, he looked the woman in the eyes, before subtly pushing the towel on his head backwards. "Oh.." And without even a second later, a loud gulp whispered into Kyle's ears. One of the hearts flickered, but it did not turn red. "Have.. l already thanked you for getting me out,
"Open your mouth wider, Kyle." "..." "That... that's good. Hmn... hmn.. Okay, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with your mouth." Katarina's curious hums whispered through her clinic; the sound of her gloves, slapping in the air as she took them off after checking the color of Kyle's tongue. Kyle was currently scated topless on a stool; his body, being professionally checked by Katarina. Some changes, however, are less noticeable than others; some are even unnoticeable. Once the biood of a god that had remained dormant inside one's body awakens, there would usually be a slight change in one's body-increased muscle mass, a change of color, bone density, etc. "Do you see anything differently now? What did you say you were feeling again?" "Besides your eyes, I don't see anything different." Katarina then carefully placed the gloves that were wet with Kyle's saliva on the clean steel plate on the table beside her, "Nausea." Kyle sighed, "It feels like my body is bei
"Kyle , what... is this sticky stuff?" Both Kyle and Katherine could really only stare at each other as some sort of white, sticky fluid now bridged his finger and Katherine's face. Kyle's silver eyes, completely blank as several thoughts entered his mind. Katherine also couldn't move, the only thing she could do was just hold Kyle's thick arm. "Wh-Heh?" And right when she finally decided to move, her face was once again showered by the white sticky fluid coming out of Kyle's fingers. If she wasn't wearing a pair of glasses, then her eyes would have surely been also covered by the sticky fluid. "Perhaps... you should let go of my arm, Dr. Halsey?" Kyle's thoughts finally stopped as he looked at his hand. "That's.. probably a good idea," a small awkward chuckle escaped Katherine's lips; her words muffled as she didn't really want the sticky white fluid to enter her mouth. But as she let go of Kyle's arm and started pulling away, a small wince whispered in the air. "A..ow...