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After 17 days (even though I'm going to do my Day 16 and 17 entries in the same post), it is time to break my taboo...and use the kink list. Gasp if you wish, and get your eye bleach in advance. Day 16 - Uniforms "Senpai..." It was supposed to be just an ordinary study session after school, but when he thought back, Louis should've known right away it would be a bad idea to study at Alyssa's house. Louis was only about 6 months older than Alyssa, and the two of them grew up together. Ever since they had gotten old enough to start attending school, Alyssa had taken to calling Louis "Senpai" instead of his actual name, since he was one year ahead of her. As the two got older, Alyssa had gotten much clingier towards Louis, and by the time she entered her second year of high school, she had been constantly teasing him and trying to get him to sleep with her. He had thought just giving her what she wanted once would satisfy her, but it instead had the opposite effect. Now she constantly tried to find ways to tempt him into having sex with her, or even throwing herself at him. That was how Louis ended up in the situation he found himself in. They were in Alyssa's room, where they were supposed to be studying, but it wasn't long before Alyssa was on Louis; lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. Hidden underneath her skirt, his cock was already inside her. Alyssa let out a light moan as she started slowly moving. "Senpai... Your dick feels so good," Alyssa quietly said, pressing herself up against Louis. "We're supposed to be studying, you know," Louis said, but Alyssa only buried her head in her friend's shoulder. "But that's boring. We can study anytime," she replied. Louis let out a sigh, knowing how much Alyssa hated studying. While she was about average as a student, her parents sometimes worried about her grades because of how she was in middle school. He didn't know how or why she decided to be more serious about school, but he figured her sudden pursuit of him had something to do with it. "If I give you what you want, will you actually study?" Louis asked. Alyssa quickly moved her face away from her friend's shoulder and looked him straight in the eyes. "Do you mean it?" Alyssa asked. "Yeah, I guess, if it'll get you to study," Louis answered. Alyssa smiled and slowly leaned close to Louis' ear. "Then I want Senpai to fuck me." From there, the two had moved to Alyssa's bed, where Louis took her as she wanted him to. When they had finally gotten back to studying, Alyssa had not bothered to put her shirt back on and wore only her skirt. Even though she was still bored during their study session, she tried to tease Louis with her breasts. "Focus on your studies!" Louis shouted, but Alyssa simply tilted her head. "Maybe I could study more if Senpai held me close to him," Alyssa said with a smile. "Fine, but no funny business. I came over to study, not to satisfy your lust," Louis answered. Alyssa's smile widened and she gathered her things and dashed over to the other side of the table they were studying at, taking a seat in her friend's lap. She leaned back against him, giving Louis a good view of her body. For a while, the two continued their studying until Alyssa eventually wanted to have sex again. Day 17 - Forest The Crimson Night, a phenomenon that only took place every few years, had finally come. The villagers were fighting the best they could against the beings of chaos who threatened their lives, and with the help of the soldiers living in the village, the mostly noncombatant villagers managed to hold their own. It was only when several of the village's kids were grabbed and dragged off towards the forest by gargoyles acting suspiciously that Cyrus had to take action and chase them into the forest. The man moved with incredible speed as he raced through the forest, but as he went, some of the trees tried swiping at him. Cyrus managed to avoid the swipe easily, but the attack had stopped him from chasing his targets. "Such a foul power. Nature itself has been twisted with the power of chaos?" the man said to himself. He channeled his mana through the gauntlet on his left hand, causing claws to come out. He shot forward, slicing the trees blocking his path to bits. With the chaos fueled trees eliminated, Cyrus got back to moving forward. 'Of all places around here, there's only one place someone would go,' Cyrus thought, but as he dashed through the forest, he felt a powerful presence approaching at incredible speed. He had to stop and dodge, just as something swiped at him with great speed. Only after he landed was the tree that had been behind him mere moments ago torn to shreds. 'That was a close call. Any later and I'd be dead,' Cyrus thought to himself. He looked around, waiting for the creature that attacked him to make another move. He sidestepped another sudden slash and soon found himself blocking an incoming claw swipe from a tall werewolf creature who had come at him with blistering speed. He managed to push the werewolf back and reached for his holstered gun, but the werewolf rushed him again, giving him no time to make a move for his gun. The battle Cyrus would wage in the forest against the werewolf creature began, and at the time, Cyrus was not aware that the battle would likely be his last.

As promised, it is time for Day 14. I got no ideas for Day 15, so I'm going to be skipping it while I mourn my streak. It was a good run. To think me, a total slacker, would make 14 writing entries semi consistently when I can't even get RP replies out consistently ever. And yet again, I did intend to use the kink list...but I changed my mind. Day 14 - Coffin It had been several months since the team had begun their dig in the old ruins. From what stories said, an ancient civilization once lived in the area until they were destroyed in a massive calamity. Nobody knew what sort of calamity destroyed the civilization, and that was what the team was hoping to figure out. One week ago, the team had managed to get deeper into the old ruins and found a massive stone chamber, where a single stone coffin sat in the room's center, covered in pieces of paper as if meant to keep something contained. With some help from the hired muscle the team had in case of monster attacks, they managed to get the coffin out of the room to study it. In the time since they had brought the coffin in, the team spent time looking it over, trying to figure out what was in it or why it was sealed away so far in the ruins. The most they knew was that the slips of paper placed all over the coffin was meant to keep something contained. When they tried to open the coffin without pulling the slips off, they found themselves unable to open it. Only after pulling off all of the slips did the coffin's lid finally open. As the lid slowly slid off, a black mist began to pour out of the opening coffin into the room. Before long, every person in the room was killed, attacked by the vampire who had been sealed away in the coffin. To many in the modern day, this vampire would be known as the first ancient vampire, one who has lived for an incredibly long time.

Since I got lazy yesterday. I'll likely do Day 14 after I get home tonight, but...I honestly got nothing for Day 15 (press F for "give it up for Day 15 memes). Day 13 - Exorcism When Geraldo finally came to, he found himself laying on a long wooden table, his wrists and ankles chained to said table. No matter how much power he tried to draw out of himself, he couldn't muster even a bit of magical energy. "That's right. Back at the labyrinth, I..." he said to himself. He recalled the climax of his battle with Anna at the underground labyrinth. He had managed to get his hands on the Shadow Staff and turned the battle to his advantage. With even more dark power spreading through his body, he managed to get Anna on the ropes, but before he could land the finishing blow, she had used a special technique, likely one taught to her by Master Lee himself, and everything had been consumed by a bright light. As he struggled to think of a way of escaping, a door in the simple stone room opened up and Anna stepped in, making her way over to the single chair next to the table Geraldo had been tied down to. "So you've woken up," Anna simply said. When Geraldo refused to answer her, she took a seat. "We've properly sealed away both the Book of Shadows and the Shadow Staff. Those items won't be able to infect people with their horrendous power anymore. You, however, have been with that book for some time, so we will need to purge that darkness from your body," she continued, looking back at the door, then to Geraldo. She didn't speak for several moments, as if something was on her mind. Finally, she decided to ask a question that had been on her mind. "Beth and Mark...what did you do to their bodies? We couldn't find anything when we investigated where they last were seen," Anna asked. While Geraldo refused to answer, Anna had an idea about where they could've ended up. "You gave them to that shadow monster you tried to sneak attack me with, didn't you? Shadow creatures can mimic voices of people they've consumed or their current master. You tried to throw me off guard with Mark's voice." Anna said. "If you had fallen for the bait, killing you would've been easy. Knowing what I know now, that you joined those disgusting knights, I would've come after you first instead of Mark," Geraldo finally said. Anna's hands tightened into fists as she listened to Geraldo. "Master Lee would've wanted us to continue his legacy and do good for this world. That's why I brought you here instead of just killing you. I want to believe the old Geraldo is still in there somewhere, and if we exorcise the darkness in you, maybe he'll come back. It won't undo the things you did to Beth and Mark, but you can begin atoning for your crimes," Anna replied, but Geraldo could only laugh at the thought. "Do you honestly believe such a plan is possible? You're a fool, Anna. Being with those knights really has had an effect on your mind," Geraldo said. Anna didn't respond, instead standing from her seat when she heard approaching footsteps. A man dressed in the vestments of a priest along with three other people entered the room. "Father Marco, thank you for taking the time to do this," Anna said, turning and bowing to the man leading the group. Father Marco turned his gaze towards Geraldo and frowned. "Such vile darkness. We must work quickly to expel it. Gather around, everyone. We must begin the ritual at once," Father Marco said. From there, the group quickly prepared for the ritual to exorcise the dark power that had built up in Geraldo. When the ritual was ready, Father Marco stood over Geraldo and began chanting the spell needed for the ritual. Slowly, the dark power that had latched onto Geraldo's heart and soul due to contact with the Book of Shadows had begun to be expelled from the man's body, something else happened. Partway through the ritual, as Geraldo struggled, an incredibly powerful dark energy had begun to build up, even though his magic should've been sealed. Even as Father Marco and the others worked to exorcise the dark power out of Geraldo, the power inside him only grew more and more until it unleashed, blasting away Father Marco and the other people who had gone with him. When Anna finally came to, she found Geraldo standing in the center of the room. The table he had been strapped to had broken and the five people who had entered the room were all dead. When she got a look at Geraldo, her eyes widened when she saw that Geraldo's eyes had changed. Much like the dark beings of old, Geraldo's eyes had turned red and an even greater dark power radiated off of him than back in the labyrinth. Geraldo slowly turned towards Anna and started moving towards her. The woman tried to draw her sword, but before she could, Geraldo was already in front of her. A hand reached out and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her up with impressive strength that Geraldo himself shouldn't have had in him anymore. "T-that's impossible..." Anna said, but Geraldo didn't react the same way he would've normally. "The stupid human thought he could expel all the power, but he was too slow. I have already gained a hold on this human's heart and soul," Geraldo said. "The Shadow Staff." "Yes, that staff contained me for quite some time, but ever since this human came into contact with it, I am now free again. And now, as for you, human, you will tell me exactly where you sealed away my staff," Geraldo replied. From there, the dark spirit taking control of Geraldo's body took it's time to extract the information out of Anna before eliminating her and proceeding to hunt down the sealed away dark artifacts.

Day 11 - Labyrinth The continuation of the Geraldo plotline at last. I intended to finish this sooner...then I started playing Trails through Daybreak and time just flew by. Now it's 12:30 PM at the time I'm finishing this. I started at around 5 AM after doing my gacha dailies. Geraldo's lust for more power had begun to grow in the past several weeks since his battle with Mark. In hopes of totally crushing the feelings that had welled up in him, he had hoped getting more strength to destroy his enemies would help him forget. As if it read his mind, the Book of Shadows opened up on it's own to a new page, revealing the location of another dark artifact, the Shadow Staff. Like the Book of Shadows had been originally, the Shadow Staff had also been sealed away in an abandoned and incredibly dangerous place, an underground labyrinth. The man gathered his equipment for the first time in a long time and set off for the labyrinth. The underground labyrinth that hid the Shadow Staff had been a problem for Geraldo to navigate. Thanks to the low ceiling, he couldn't just fly his way past the massive stone walls, and he found himself unable to either use magic to phase through the walls or use his shadow creature to slip through them. He was left with no option but to navigate the labyrinth manually. 'Even with the power I have now, I can't get past this. What's the use in power if I can't use it to overcome all my obstacles?' Geraldo thought to himself as he walked down the long corridor and into the labyrinth. During his trip, he was met with monsters far stronger than anything he's seen before. With a combination of his dark magic and the sword he had taken during his confrontation with Mark, he fought his way through the mazelike corridors. Finally, he reached the center of the labyrinth where he found what he was looking for. Sitting in the exact center of the labyrinth was a wooden pedestal, where a sinister looking jet black staff sat. A faint black fog slowly poured out of the staff's tip onto the ground, covering the area around it. Just as Geraldo was about to move forward to retrieve the weapon, a woman's voice called out to him. "So it really was you after all, Geraldo," the woman said. When Geraldo turned around, he was met by a blonde haired woman clad in bright silver armor. Neither side said anything for several moments until Geraldo finally broke the silence. "Anna. How long has it been?" "About a year since Master Lee's passing. None of us ever saw you again after the funeral. Some of us thought you even died, but here you are with that awful tome," Anna replied. "Why am I not surprised you thought I had died?" "I didn't think that. It was some of the-" "Don't lie to me!" Geraldo shouted back, cutting Anna off before she could explain. The building darkness in him led to him remembering some of his less than fond memories of his time with the other apprentices. Geraldo himself had been nothing special compared to the more exceptional apprentices like Mark's swordplay or Anna's magical potential. From what he heard, even the weakest of the apprentices had great potential, something Geraldo lacked and had no chance of catching up if the young apprentice had gotten more proper training. It had been around that time that Master Lee's condition had begun to take a turn for the worse. "I know you had only spent that time with me out of pity. Your real feelings were for someone on your level, like Mark. Everything else was nothing but pity for a weakling," Geraldo said, clenching his fists. Anna slowly looked away from him, unable to deny his accusation. While she did end up developing feelings for Mark and used Geraldo as a backup plan, she had learned that the feelings were not mutual. While she felt guilty about using Geraldo, there was another matter entirely that she had to address. "You're right. I may have used you because Mark wouldn't look my way, but that's no excuse to allow yourself to sink into darkness like this. Remember what master taught us?" Anna said, but Geraldo could only laugh. "That weak old man? He was beaten by a simple disease. Why should I care about that man's teachings anymore?" Geraldo questioned. "Geraldo!" "And as for you. Did you come here to seal away the Shadow Staff or did you come to stop me?" he continued. After a short pause, Anna unsheathed her blade. "I came to avenge Beth and Mark, and save you before you sink too far into the darkness. It's not too late to turn back and drop the Book of Shadows, Geraldo," Anna replied. "I refuse. I won't go back to being weak. Ever since I got this tome, I have grown much stronger. The old me would've died before ever reaching this place, and if you want to avenge those two fools..." Geraldo began as a dark aura began to flow out of the Book of Shadows. "You'll have to try hard to beat me." And so, in the depths of the underground labyrinth, a showdown between two former apprentices began. The clash of dark and light could be seen from just about anywhere in the labyrinth, attracting the attention of monsters lurking within it's depths.

Another double feature because I spent nearly 3 hours playing Chapter 1 of Genealogy of the Holy War at nearly 9 AM yesterday. Somehow, I've managed to get 11 days in so far. I'm surprised I haven't slacked off yet, to be honest, but I feel that time will soon come when I have literally no ideas and will have to skip a day. Also yes, I am still avoiding the kink list. Maybe one day, but likely not any time soon to prevent supermassive levels of cringe writing that'll make people's eyes bleed. Day 10 - Vampire "He's late. If he was going to stay late for overtime, he could've at least called," a woman said to herself while she sat on the couch, watching her favorite nighttime soap opera. She had been hoping for her husband to return from work so they could eat dinner together, but he had not returned yet. As she sat and watched her show, there was a sudden knock at the door. The woman turned her gaze towards the door and stood from her seat, making her way towards the door. She looked out the small window on the door, but nobody was in front of the door. Instead, she spotted a person standing on the opposite side of the road. They were looking down at the ground, but the woman could make out the brown trench coat they were wearing. "That's a bit weird. Don't they know it's dangerous around here at night?" the woman asked herself. For the past several weeks, she had been hearing from people at work and on the local news that people have been dying. The only real connection she knew of was that every victim was drained of their blood. While the woman was thinking of the stories, she looked back out the window to see the stranger had moved a bit and was now standing in the middle of the road. Deciding not to worry about some stranger, she returned to the couch to watch her show. Before she could sit down, there was a knock at the door again. The woman let out a sigh and walked towards the door again, but when she looked out the window again, the stranger was off the road and standing on the sidewalk in front of her house. "Is this man playing a prank or something?" she questioned. She unlocked the door and slowly opened it up, but saw no signs of the stranger moving. With a shrug, she closed the door and headed back to the couch. It only took about a minute for her to hear another knock at the door, but this time, it had come from the back door. The woman groaned and stood up again, making her way out of the living room and to the kitchen, where the door leading to the backyard was. She looked out the window, but saw no signs of anyone outside. Before she could turn around and head back to the living room, she felt a cold hand suddenly grab her shoulder. The smell of blood and smoke hit her nose, but she was too stunned to turn around and look behind her. A tall man with black hair stood behind her, wearing a long brown trench coat. His eyes glowed a sinister red and when he smiled, he had sharp fangs. "Thanks for the meal," the man simply said. He opened his mouth wide and moved quickly for the woman's neck. She hardly had time to scream before the man, a vampire, drank his fill of the innocent woman's blood. In reality, he had been the one going around and drinking the blood of people in town the past several weeks, and the woman he drank from just happened to be his latest victim. Day 11 - Zombie Horde Standing alone in a cemetery, a woman in a long, crimson red dress stood in front of a number of corpses taken from their graves. She had gathered enough bodies to make a small horde, just enough to sack the small village she had been ordered to attack. One of her allies had not returned from his mission to find an ancient artifact in the area, leaving her to pick up the slack. She took a deep breath as she drew her signature weapon, a long knife with runic markings etched into the blade. She moved the blade like a conductor's baton, channeling the dark magic taught to her to raise the corpses into mindless zombie soldiers. One by one, each of the bodies were affected by the dark magic Sara unleashed. Even as she worked, however, her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't stop thinking about the chaos she had created and the people who had killed their own loved ones thanks to her contaminating a town's water supply with a blood magic curse. 'Killing them was deserved. It's because of them I embarked on this path,' Sara thought to herself. She lowered her arm once her horde of zombies was complete. A few of them groaned, but were otherwise quiet. Sara took another breath and the red ring on her finger began to glow. In her hand, a butterfly mask appeared in her hand, which she quickly put on, covering the top part of her face. "All of you, it is time to fulfill Lord Phantasma's orders. We will go and obliterate the nearby village in his name. You will all have plenty of humans to eat," she said to the horde. She turned and began walking forward, slowly being followed by the zombies as they marched towards the village. What Sara didn't know at the time was that a certain someone from her not so recent past as a merchant was already there, and fate would cause their paths to clash one final time.

Day 9 - Werewolf Today was almost the day I used the kink list at last...then I changed my mind. It was a tale like any other. A local village faces a sudden case of their livestock going missing, they call in the local guild to find the source and the people sent in never return from their investigation. Faced with such an issue, the local mayor had to get in contact with a less than reputable type to get someone else to handle the job. That was how Damien found himself walking through the woods, looking for whatever had been stealing the livestock and likely killed the adventurers. The black haired man walked along in silence, keeping a close watch on the area around him. With his sharper sense of smell, he could trace the distant scent of blood in the air. He had been following the smell for a good several minutes but had not found anything yet. He soon stopped at a clearing, finding a number of animal bones tossed together in a pile. Splatters of dried blood also littered the ground and trees nearby. Before Damien could assess the situation further, his hand reached for the hilt of his broadsword when he heard movement coming from nearby along with the strong smell of blood. He unsheathed his sword and put up his guard just as a creature leaped down from a tree and tried to swipe at him, the creature's claws meeting his blade. In front of him was a werewolf, but in the short time Damien got a look at it before it jumped back, he noticed the tattered clothes the creature was wearing matched the description of one of the missing adventurers. 'So that's it, then. A lycantrophy infestation. Those are pretty rare these days,' Damien thought to himself as the werewolf jumped back. When the werewolf lunged at Damien again, it found itself only slashing at air. Moments later, a blade had found itself thrust into the monster's back. Damien stood behind the creature, pale gray sparks of electricity running up and down his body as he withdrew the weapon. He drew the gun he had in it's holster and fired a shot at the fallen werewolf's head. Upon contact, the creature's body burst into flames. "Only way to kill the infestation at it's final stage is to destroy the body. At least that way, if any of those humans come wandering around, there won't be more of these things running around," Damien said to himself. He turned towards a sudden rustling behind him only to find several more werewolves, all dressed in tattered clothes coming out of the woods. The man flashed a smile, watching the werewolves as they circled around him. "And now they've all decided to come to me. I thought this would be a boring job, but this should be a lot more interesting," he said. From there, the battle against the pack of werewolves began.

Day 8 - Ghost Ship 'This little port village used to be nothing. Hardly a blip on a map, and only really standing because of the number of fisherman. Everything changed one day, when it appeared.' It had been an ordinary day in the village of Bredon. Many of the men in the village were hard at work fishing on boats or on the dock while children played around with their friends. Everything was normal until a strange fog began to roll in from the sea. In the heart of the fog, a couple of the fisherman could make out the faint appearance of a massive ship slowly moving towards the village. As the ship got closer, a couple of the fisherman were able to get a closer look at it. Even without the fog, the ship itself would've been difficult to see, as it was mostly intangible. The flag and sails were in tatters and the wood was old and cracked in several places. When the strange ship passed through one of the fisherman's boats, the boat vanished into the fog entirely, along with the fisherman himself. Seeing this, many of the others still in the area tried to escape, but like the first one, they had ended up swallowed up by the fog. On that day, the rumors of the mysterious ghost ship had begun, and many more people began to flood into the village, all in hopes of either catching a glimpse of the mysterious ship or trying to get down to the bottom of the mystery.

Double feature day, because I didn't do my Day 6 entry. Will I eventually use the kink list? Uhhh...eventually, maybe, but for the greater good of people's eyes, I'm probably going to avoid it as long as I can. Also I'm taking a short break from the Geraldo plotline until I can think of more ideas. I already know Day 31 will likely be the final battle. Day 6 - Pumpkin Patch 'It's been a lot of hard work since I moved here. People back home always said mages were arrogant and just wanted to enslave us again, but the people around here were really nice,' a man thought to himself. Up on a hill overlooking the village of Amberhost lived a man named Jack. Several months prior, Jack had moved into the small cabin on the hill a short walk outside of Amberhost and befriended the mages living in the village. Wanting to help the small village, Jack had decided to spread the word of a holiday they had celebrated in the country to the east, one known as Halloween. However, a good Halloween needed pumpkins, and with a combination of a few pumpkin seeds and the knowledge of the local mages, Jack and the villagers had managed to create a growth formula that allowed rapid growth in plants to full maturity in an incredibly short amount of time. On that particular afternoon, Jack stood alone in the pumpkin patch that had once been a barren hill. Jack had been in the middle of reading through a list he had wrote of all the things he needed to do for a successful Halloween festival, just like back home. "It may start off a bit small, but I really hope one day, more people come to this place," Jack said to himself. While he may not have realized it at the time, his innocent pumpkin patch would soon be used for malicious purposes, all in an attempt to make the man seem worse than he was. Two days later, one of the Amberhost villagers had been found dead in Jack's pumpkin patch. Not only had their body been covered in deep cuts, their head had also been sliced off and replaced with a Jack-o'-lantern. Suspicion fell to Jack, considering he was the only one who knew how to make a Jack-o'-lantern, but without evidence, the case had ended up dropped. The same day the body was discovered, Jack had noticed several of his pumpkins had vanished. In the following days, more bodies began to appear, all in similar states to the first one. While Jack was a bit sure that someone was hoping to frame him for the sudden string of murders, he had been far more focused on making the Halloween festival a success to worry too much about it. In the end, that lack of worry would eventually lead to his own death at the real killer's hand, and his name would be dragged across the mud for the next 250 years. Day 7 - Graveyard It had been a particularly foggy night as the three hooded figures made their way to the graveyard hidden near the Cult of Phantasma's home base. The one leading the pack moved as if they were shambling, but trying to pass as a human. Many unmarked graves littered the area, and several skeleton soldiers wandered about the area. The three figures stopped in front of one of the unmarked graves and pulled off their hoods. The first man was pale, unusually so. He had appeared more like an undead himself rather than an ordinary human. The second was a green eyed young man with purple hair while the third was a woman wearing a butterfly mask that hid the top part of her face. The undead looking man, known simply as The Oracle, turned towards the purple haired man. "Vangor, Lord Phantasma has chosen you. However, you must prove you are capable of carrying out the tasks our lord will require of you," The Oracle said. He slowly turned towards the grave the trio were standing over and reached out until his hand hovered over the ground. A dark brown aura began to flow out of The Oracle's hand, causing the earth beneath to react by moving, slowly lifting the casket under the ground out to the surface. The stench of death and decay began to fill the air, even though the casket had not been fully risen out of the ground. The grip the purple haired man, Vangor, had on his wooden staff, tightened as he watched The Oracle use his earth magic. 'I had always thought undead could not use magic. When a human dies, their mana circuits become unusable as well. The Oracle truly has been blessed by Lord Phantasma. It is no wonder he can hear our lord's voice, despite being undead,' Vangor thought to himself. "There are special spells capable of making undead capable of restoring their dead mana circuits. The Perfect Reanimation I can use is one of them." the woman pointed out. "Are there other methods, Lady Sara?" Vangor asked, turning his attention to the mask wearing woman. "There is a power known as the Eternal Flame that can link a necromancer's mana supply to their undead servants. It is a costly spell, however, and a necromancer blessed by Lord Phantasma wouldn't be able to use his blessing," Sara answered. As they spoke, The Oracle managed to raise the casket from the ground and slowly opened it up, revealing a decaying corpse. "This human dared to step onto our territory and paid the price. Vangor, your trial, as decreed by Lord Phantasma, will be to bring this foolish human back as an undead servant of our lord," The Oracle said as he stepped back, leaving Vangor in front of the corpse. The young man moved his staff so the tip hung over the body and began channeling his mana into his staff. It wasn't long before the foul presence that came with performing necromancy began to spread through his body. During his time learning the basics from Sara, who had been his teacher since joining the Cult of Phantasma, he had not gotten used to the feeling yet. The energy flowed from Vangor's body to his staff, and from his staff to the corpse below. Sara and The Oracle kept a close watch on Vangor's work, but The Oracle had already set up a trap in Vangor's test. Slowly but surely, the corpse began to move, but when Vangor thought he was in the clear, he felt a sudden magical pull. He bit his lip as the pull tried to drag far more mana out of him than was needed to reanimate a simple undead. Beads of sweat began to form on his head as he tried to fight back against the sudden magical pull and complete the reanimation process. Even with the magical pull trying to break his spirit and drain his mana, Vangor managed to complete the test and reanimate the corpse. As the new zombie slowly rose up, Vangor fell to one knee and took several deep breaths. "Good, but it is not enough. In real combat, reanimation must be done quickly. We shall continue until the art is second nature to you," The Oracle said, already shambling away to another grave. Vangor soon lost track of time as he was forced to reanimate corpse after corpse, with only a couple of breaks to restore his mana.

Day 5 - Darkness. Also, because I have to do it... (I also had to rush this one too. I need to finish these before I go to sleep, I swear.) Two hours had passed since Geraldo finished torturing and feeding Mark's mangled body to his shadow creature. By the time he had returned to his lair, it had begun to rain heavily. Unlike the time he had eliminated Beth, Geraldo was not spending the time looking over the Book of Shadows in search of more spells. Instead, he solemnly sat in his chair, looking out the window at the pouring rain. 'That stupid fool. Why would he say something like that?' Geraldo thought to himself, remembering a moment during his torture session that gave him pause. He had spent the better part of an hour cutting Mark with his own sword while his shadow creature kept him restrained. While his screams satisfied him and only drove him to increase the pain, one thing Mark had said at the time caused Geraldo to stay his hand, at least temporarily. "What would Master think if he saw you like this, Geraldo? You're better than this," Mark said. Thinking back to that moment, Geraldo clenched his fist and hit the wooden table in front of him. "Those feelings should've died already. Why did his words make me stop?" Geraldo asked himself. He paused for a moment, "It was raining on that day too, wasn't it? The day he died..." "And the day I allowed the darkness in..." It had been about half a year ago, on a particularly rainy day. All of the apprentices of Master Lee, a man known as a paragon of martial and magical arts, were in attendance on the day of his funeral. The older man lied in his casket, his once muscular frame reduced to mere skin and bones due to the disease he had contracted. His body had slowly grown weaker by the day, and eventually, the last light of his life had faded away like a dying flame. None of the apprentices knew how or why he had gotten such a disease that took him away from them. While some were openly distraught from losing someone who became like a father to them, like Beth and the weakest apprentice, Sam, Geraldo stood away from the others, unable to keep his eyes off the body of his master. Lee had taught him everything he knew about magic, and from Geraldo's point of view, he was the strongest man he knew. Incredibly powerful, yet still had a heart of gold. And yet... 'Why?' Geraldo questioned in his head. Memories of his time with Master Lee ran through his head, only for the image of his weak and frail body laying in bed flashed through in between each memory. He clenched his fists as he finally managed to tear his eyes away from the man's corpse. He decided to head outside the room in hopes of getting his mind off of things. As he walked down the hall, seeing pictures of Master Lee with his apprentices lining the walls, he couldn't help but think about the whole thing even more. 'Master Lee was supposed to be strong. The strongest man around these parts, and yet...he died because of a pathetic disease of all things. How pathetic,' Geraldo thought. He knew it was wrong to think such things about the man who took him in and raised him, but the thoughts had come to Geraldo like they were second nature. He moved a hand towards his chest, feeling like a bit of the weight of the situation had lifted. What he was unaware of at the time was that the first seed of darkness had already taken root in him, and that small seed would quickly grow into a much greater problem. Not just for himself, but for the other apprentices. Three days later, Geraldo returned alone to the house while the other apprentices took care of matters regarding their master's will. In those days since the funeral, the negative thoughts that flowed through Geraldo's mind had only gotten worse and more frequent. It had led to a new thought process in the mage's head. 'If I can gain more power, I will never end up like he did.' During his days of training with Master Lee, Geraldo had heard rumors of a dangerous and evil tome that had been used in the past to cause great destruction. As it turned out, Master Lee had gotten a hold of the tome and put it away somewhere. Through a lot of searching around, Geraldo managed to find a door leading down to the basement hidden by magic. When he opened the door, all he found was darkness. Nowhere in sight was a single glimmer of light. Even when he used his magic to create a fireball to help him see, the light of the flame was unable to get through the darkness. He slowly and carefully stepped down the stairs until he reached the bottom of the stairs. Surrounded by darkness was a single altar, where a dark gray tome sat. A single beam of light shone through the darkness onto the altar. "That must be it," Geraldo said to himself as he slowly stepped forward. The closer he got to the Book of Shadows, the more he felt like the darkness around him would swallow him up entirely. His fireball soon went out, leaving him stuck in the darkness. He stopped walking and looked around, noticing the darkness around him getting closer and closer. "I won't let this stop me. I will get the power of that tome, and I will use it to get stronger," Geraldo said to himself. He pushed through the wall of darkness and finally reached the Book of Shadows. Once he took the book in his hand, however, the darkness around him quickly surrounded and dragged him into it's depths. Minutes later, however, Geraldo found himself back on the first floor, completely unharmed. The only difference was the dark gray tome that he now held in his hand.

Day 4 - Ghost Town I started this at 3 AM, got tired, then had to rush to finish it since I wouldn't have time to after 6:30 PM. Day 5 will be backstory day on how Geraldo decided getting an evil tome was a good idea. 'It's been over a week since Beth went missing. Now she's called me out to this place, Why, though?' was the thought that ran through Mark's head as he arrived at the place described in the letter sent to him. The last time he had seen Beth was on the day of his master's funeral along with the rest of the apprentices. On that day, he found himself in what he could only describe as a ghost town. It had likely been a lively village at a time, but like many things, the village's people either left or died, and things fell into disrepair. While Mark questioned why Beth had suddenly got into contact with him and why she wanted to meet with him there of all places, he didn't know he was being watched by Geraldo's shadow creature. Once Mark reached the center of town, surrounded by run down buildings, his hand subconsciously moved towards his sword as he saw a brown haired woman approaching his location. 'Why do I feel such a horrible darkness coming from her?' Mark thought to himself. Once Beth arrived, Mark found out quickly what the source of the terrible darkness he felt was. In Beth's hands was the infamous Book of Shadows, an item that their master had ordered it's destruction after his death. And yet, there it was. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" Beth asked, but Mark didn't answer her. He only glared at her, keeping a close watch on her movements. "Is something wrong?" she asked. "Why do you have the Book of Shadows? You know what master said about that thing. It's evil, and it should've been destroyed," Mark answered, but Beth only answered with a shrug. "What does he know? That fool of a man was a paragon in his prime, and yet a stupid disease was enough to kill him. He has no right to talk about good and evil powers. Maybe if he had used the book himself, he would still be alive," Beth coldly said, watching with a smile as Mark's body began to shake. "Master took care of us like we were his own children! How dare you say such things about him!" Mark shouted. He unsheathed his sword and shot forward towards Beth, but the woman made no attempt to move. Instead, the shadow creature came leaping out of her shadow, blocking Mark's fast swing with a shadowy claw. "Mark the Swiftblade. You were always a dangerous one in a fight. However..." Beth said, holding out one hand in Mark's direction. A dark purple light began to shine from between the pages of the Book of Shadows as a sphere of darkness began to form in the center of Beth's hand. Mark tried to get away, but the shadow creature reached out and grabbed Mark's arm, keeping him trapped and forced to be hit by the incoming sphere of darkness. The blast sent Mark flying into an old building, kicking up dust. As the dust slowly began to settle, a pale purple light shone and instead of Beth, a man approached Mark. "Geraldo..." Mark said, watching as the familiar man approached with the shadow creature towering over him. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Since the funeral, I believe," Geraldo said. "Why do you have the Book of Shadows? What happened to Beth?" Mark questioned. Geraldo didn't answer the questions given to him, instead picking up Mark's fallen sword and walking back over. "Don't worry about her. You'll be joining her soon. For now, though, I want to have a bit of fun with you," Geraldo said with a cruel smile. Because of his injury, Mark found it hard to move away as Geraldo approached him. The shadow creature slowly loomed forward and grabbed onto his wrists, keeping him restrained. "Once I'm done with you, I'll have you join Beth where she's been sent to." For hours after that, a man's screams of agony echoed through the ghost town until things finally went silent.

Day 3 - Shapeshifting A continuation of the plot from Day 1. I may continue the tale of Geraldo's descent into darkness as we proceed. It had been about one week since the man, Geraldo, had used the shadow creature born from the Book of Shadows to eliminate one of the students of his old master. He didn't know what happened to her after she had been swallowed up by the shadow, nor did he care. The path he had begun to walk would naturally lead to opposition from his former allies. If they couldn't see things his way, he'd have them eliminated, or even tortured into submission. It was on that particular day, where Geraldo returned to his lair, that he decided to look for more spells within the evil tome to use against his next enemy. Even with the time he had to study it, there had still been many parts of the Book of Shadows he was unable to decipher. He sat at a desk with the book open, looking over it's worn pages. He knew he needed to master the book's power before a new enemy came to him. His gaze soon turned on a segment he found himself able to read. "Transformation magic?" he said aloud. A cruel smile flashed across his face as he considered the possibilities of such a power. He picked up the book from the table and stood from his seat. As he uttered the spell from the book's pages, the letters inside the tome began to glow a pale purple. That light soon spread and covered Geraldo's body, covering him in a pale purple light as the spell changed his very form. Once the light cleared up, instead of Geraldo stood an older man dressed in Geraldo's clothes. The man looked down at his arms, far weaker and skinnier than what Geraldo had. The man couldn't help himself from laughing. "This is perfect! I was able to shift my body's form into the old man's. I could use this to..." the man said, but he trailed off, remembering one important detail. The master was already dead, and all of his students knew it. Every one of them had attended the funeral, Geraldo included. The man smiled, coming up with a new idea as he read off the spell again. Once the purple light faded away again, Geraldo had transformed himself into the woman he had fed to the shadow creature before. As far as he knew, knowledge of her disappearance wasn't common yet. "This is perfect. Eliminating the others will be an easy task with this power," Geraldo said using the woman's voice. If he had still been his original self, he likely would've been inclined to see what it was like having a female body. With his heart slowly being consumed by the power of the Book of Shadows, however, such a thought never crossed his mind. All he could think of at the time was destroying any threats that stood in the way of his goal. From that point, Geraldo spent the next hour changing his form with the new spell, trying out all sorts of forms that would give him a strategic edge in an upcoming battle. All the while, the parts of him that used to be good continued to be slowly eaten away by the sinister power of the Book of Shadows.

Day 2 - Haunted House "It really is just like the old ghost house back home," a girl's voice rang out. After a long trip, Carla and her skeleton knight companion, Jack, had finally reached their destination. A large, run down home that was rumored to be haunted by ghosts. Considering the things Carla had seen ever since being dragged off into another world and obtaining a fragment of the Goddess of Death, a haunted house didn't really surprise her. Those same rumors had said that the haunted house had a gateway to another world inside it. "There's a place just like this one back in my world. A few kids in the neighborhood went with me and my brother inside the old ghost house on a dare once. Grandma got really mad at us. I've honestly never seen her that angry before," Carla explained as the pair walked towards the old building. Jack kept a bony hand on the hilt of his sword as he listened to Carla's words. Being a mere soul tethered to a skeleton body, he didn't understand much of what she had meant. It had only been recently that a bit of the memories of the human whose body he had been constructed out of rose to the surface, but for the most part, he was still just a skeleton knight. Once the pair had reached the front entrance, Carla slowly pushed the door opened, listening as it slowly creaked open. Inside, the building was in a clear state of disrepair. Cobwebs were everywhere and there had been a number of holes in the wooden floors. "I can feel them. My lady, proceed with caution," Jack finally said, taking the first steps inside. Carla responded with a simple nod, following closely behind the skeleton knight. With the building being pitch dark aside from the moonlight coming from the broken windows, Carla kept close to Jack as the pair investigated the old house. 'It's strange. It all looks just like how the old ghost house did, just mirrored. But if everything is the same, then...' Carla thought until she felt a cold chill run down her spine. Without thinking about it, the mark on her hand began to glow and a scythe appeared in her hands. She looked around, but couldn't find any signs of anything. She looked around the old room for any signs of anything suspicious, only to find a chair flying at her. With a single swing, she destroyed the old chair while more furniture came flying at Jack. He unsheathed his weapon and cut through the objects easily. "We're surrounded," Jack said, moving so he was directly behind Carla. Four pale blue wisps formed in the air in a circle around the pair, circling around them. One by one, each of the wisps took on a more human shape. Their bodies were the same pale blue color as their wisp form along with being semi transparent. "Well, what do we have here? A human in our lair?" one of the ghosts questioned. "A skeleton too. I haven't seen one of those around since the days of the Lich King," another ghost commented. "The human carries quite the unfamiliar aura about her as well," a third ghost said. The fourth ghost said nothing, keeping it's gaze on Carla. When it tried to move in closer, the ghost was cut in half by Carla's scythe. The other three quickly moved away when their companion was destroyed. "W-what the hell was that?!" the first ghost questioned. "A human shouldn't have the ability to actually destroy us! That should be impossible," the second ghost said. "You fools, that doesn't matter. If we can get the human's body, imagine what we can do with it? That kind of power will make us almighty," the third ghost said. The three remaining ghosts returned to their wisp forms and scattered through the house. "We won't let you escape, human! Not unless you find all of us!" the three ghosts said together at the same time. And so, the battle in the haunted house with the ghosts inside began.

I was busy with another thing, and wanted to get something out before midnight in my timezone. VERY rushed, and I originally intended to do a totally different idea involving a shadow monster keeping a power plant shut down to prevent being destroyed, considering it was a creature of darkness and a huge power outage was going on because of a storm. Maybe one day, I'll make a refined version. "Running away won't save you. Just give up, human," a voice echoed all around as a woman ran down the cavern path. She occasionally looked back to see if her pursuer was coming after her, but generally kept her focus on the path in front of her. After a sharp left turn, a shadow stretched along the ground and rose out of the ground, grabbing her leg and dragging her to the ground. The lantern she held flew out of her hand and smacked against the cold ground. Slow footsteps echoed through the cavern while the woman tried to break free from the shadow's grip. She managed to break free only for the path ahead to be blocked by a wall of earth. "I told you that escaping would be impossible," a man's voice rang out. The woman turned around to find a man in black holding a sinister tome in his hand. In the faint light of the broken lantern, she could see that the man's shadow had been replaced with a shadow creature of some kind. She assumed it was a result of the dark magic tome in the man's possession. "Do you like it? This creature, born from the darkness itself, has given me great power," the man said. "You've given yourself over to a dangerous power, you know? Master would be rolling in his grave if he could see you now." the woman shot back, but the man could only laugh at the thought. "That old man would never be able to understand!" the man shouted, the shadow creature behind him reacting to his sudden change in emotion by lashing out at the woman, lightly cutting the side of her face with a shadowy claw. "That stupid fool wouldn't understand the power giving yourself to the darkness can provide. I was able to overcome you, after all, his favorite student," the man continued. "But now, I'll give you a true example. You will become one with the shadows," the man said. He laughed as the shadow creature slowly loomed over it's new prey. She had little time to react before she was dragged into the shadowy creature, leaving nothing behind.

Because it must be said, all characters in this story are 18+. I did sort of rush at the end, and I did go over a bit, but I wanted an ending to the story. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go spend at least an hour screaming into the void in embarrassment. It was late after school, and most of the students had already gone home for the day. A young man named Cody sat in a chair in the hallway, aimlessly looking at things on his phone. He had been asked to help a teacher with an experiment of hers, the science instructor named Amy Osborne, who was known around the school for being a bit strange. She had promised him extra credit for helping her, so he had taken the offer. Even so, nearly two hours had passed since he had been told to wait in the hall. The sun was already starting to set and Cody had hoped to stop by the convenience store on his way home. Just when he was about to cut his losses and go home, the door to the science lab finally opened, and a black haired woman wearing a lab coat stepped out. "You were sure taking your time in there," Cody said to the woman, who looked at the young man with a smile. "Sorry about that, I was preparing everything I needed. Come in," Amy said, making her way back inside the room. Cody stuffed his phone into the pocket of his school uniform and followed the teacher into the science lab. While most of the room was clean since classes were out for the day, the teacher's large desk was covered in papers, bottles, and vials of various sizes. Formulas that Cody didn't understand at all had been written on the blackboard. "So what am I supposed to even be doing?" Cody questioned as the teacher walked over to her desk and picked up a vial filled with a strange, light pink liquid. "You're going to help me collect a bit of data. First, drink this," Amy answered, handing the vial to Cody. The boy raised an eyebrow, watching as the woman grabbed a clipboard from off the table. "What is this supposed to be?" Cody asked. "Part of the experiment. Trust me, it should be safe to drink. My other helper didn't seem to have any trouble. Speaking of which, we're going off to see her, so hurry and drink up," Amy answered casually as she walked by and moved towards the door. 'Another helper? Ms. Osborne never said anything about that until now,' Cody thought. In his head, he wondered what this experiment was that required two people. At the same time, he remembered promising he would help in exchange for the extra credit, so he drank the strange pink concoction given to him. He winced as the bitter experimental liquid went down his throat. but otherwise didn't feel different at all. Once the task was done, he put the vial on the table closest to him and followed Amy out of the classroom. The two made their way down the hall and up a flight of stairs with Amy not saying a thing. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Cody stopped when he heard the sound of panting coming from one of the classrooms up ahead. "Sounds like it's already taken effect," Amy said as she walked. "Taken effect?" Cody questioned as he followed her, the pair stopping at the third door to the right. The door itself was slightly opened, allowing the pair to see inside. Alone inside the classroom was a girl laying on two desks she had likely pushed together. Her clothes sat discarded on the floor while she was facing the door, her legs spread open. two fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy. Cody's whole face was red as he watched the girl pleasure herself, but at the same time he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He was so distracted watching her, he failed to pay attention to Ms. Osborne writing something down on her clipboard. Once she was done, Amy put a hand on Cody's shoulder. The young man had been so distracted that the feeling of someone's hand on him nearly made him shout, but he managed to cover his mouth in time. It took a great deal of effort for him to turn his attention towards the teacher. She smiled and loudly opened up the door, stepping into the room. When the girl heard the sound of the door open, she looked up and saw Amy and Cody before letting out a scream and covering herself with her arms as best she could. "It looks like you were enjoying yourself, Lena," Amy said while she closed the door behind her. "Cody, this is Lena, from the class next to yours. Lena, this is Cody," she added, giving brief introductions despite the situation. "Ms. Osborne, what was that thing you made me drink? Why did you bring him here?" Lena quickly questioned, pointing at Cody. "And why is she here playing with herself?" Cody asked. "I-I never meant to do that! It's just...my body feels so weird right now," Lena said, blushing and turning away from Cody and Amy. The teacher couldn't help but shrug as the two asked their questions. She leaned back against the door and flipped to another page on her clipboard. With her free hand, she put up two fingers. "I gave the two of you an experimental drug a client at my other job wanted. It would be bad if I tested it on myself, so I took advantage of some people who would be willing to," Amy began. "An experimental drug? Isn't it illegal to give high school students untested drugs like that?" Cody questioned. Amy slowly looked away and began to whistle. After a few moments, she clapped her hands together. "Don't worry, it's fine. I've done proper testing on it to make sure it won't kill the subject...probably. It does have some side effects, as you've seen. In fact, you should be feeling them any moment now," Amy continued. Shortly after Amy had spoke, Cody could feel a strange heat spread throughout his body. He began to cough a bit, but the main thing was he felt his cock harden. Amy tilted her head and started writing, muttering to herself as she wrote. "Strong aphrodisiac effects on both men and women. Interesting," Amy muttered. Once she was done, she turned her attention to Cody. She stepped forward and reached out her hand, grabbing Cody's cock. The boy couldn't help but let out a light groan at the mere touch of his teacher's hand. She smiled a bit and turned her gaze towards Lena, who was watching. "Do you like what you see, Lena?" Amy asked. Lena's eyes darted around as she tried to think of an excuse, but her eyes always fell back on Cody's cock and Amy's hand holding it. "Why don't you come over here and get a closer look?" Amy continued. Lena hesitated for a moment, but soon stepped off the desk and walked over. Her hand reached out, running along the length still in Cody's pants. Amy couldn't help but laugh a bit when she saw the look on the boy's face. She leaned in closer to Cody and whispered in his ear. "You don't need to be shy, you know. It's all part of the experiment. Why don't you show her what you've got?" Amy whispered, stepping back and returning to her original spot against the door. Cody bit his lip, conflicted between whether or not he should go along with the whole thing. He couldn't deny the feeling of Lena's hand on his cock felt good, but at the same time, he had not intended to be a test dummy for an experimental drug. Several minutes had passed, and Cody found himself sitting in a chair in the middle of the classroom. He had taken his pants off, leaving his cock fully exposed. In that time, Any had been talking to Lena about something, but since they were whispering, he didn't know what it was. Soon, Lena had made her way over to him and gotten onto her knees in front of him. She slowly turned her head towards Amy, who was watching with an amused smile, before turning back towards Cody. Lena slowly leaned forward and opened her mouth, slowly taking Cody's cock into her mouth. Lena had never done such a thing before, and yet the side effects of the experimental drug guided her along as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. As she slowly sucked Cody's cock, Lena's hand slowly reached down towards her wet pussy. One of her fingers quickly found it's way inside her. All the while, Amy kept a watch over the pair, her pen racing across the papers as she observed their actions and expressions. Cody bit his lip, trying to hold back the feeling within him as Lena moved faster. He wanted to avoid cumming in the girl's mouth, but the feeling of her wet mouth on his cock soon became too much for him. He shot a load into Lena's mouth, white streaks dripping out of her mouth and onto her bare skin. Cody slowly moved away, a thread of white connecting his cock with Lena's lips. Cody watched as the girl slowly opened her mouth, filled with his sticky white fluid. She closed her mouth and struggled to swallow it, but she had managed to do it. "Ms. Osborne...my body feels even hotter now," Lena managed to say after a short silence, looking down at the floor. Amy looked down at her notes, then back to Lena and Cody. "Is that right? In that case, we may need to take other measures," Amy said, turning her attention to Cody. "You'll have to give her something more direct to help her. Looks like today's your lucky day, Cody," she added. "What do you mean?" Cody questioned. "I mean have sex with her. What did you think I meant?" Amy replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She tapped her pen against her clipboard as she explained. "According to the notes I've collected, it seems by expelling your semen, you were able to reduce the effects of the drug. But what about Lena? She's saying the effects have only gotten worse, and I certainly can't send her home the way she is now," she explained. "Yeah, but..." "If you're going to say some nonsense like how it's wrong to rob a girl's first time like this, don't. Sometimes, sacrifices need to be made for the sake of science. Besides, if not you, any other boy would probably do. I'm sure one of the baseball team boys are still here after practice. I could always ask one of them to help Lena's prob-" Amy shot back, but Cody stopped her from finishing her sentence. "I don't like how you said that all of this is just for science. Do our feelings not matter?" Cody questioned, clenching his fists. Amy didn't answer, instead turning and starting to walk towards the door. "I'll give you five minutes. If you don't want to do it, I'll find someone else. I'll be sure the two of you still get the extra credit for helping me, naturally," Amy said without bothering to look at Cody, opening the door and walking out. She closed the door behind her, leaving Cody alone with Lena. He didn't say anything to her, unsure of what he should say to her. He felt like he was being used to treat Lena like an object, and he didn't like that. Before he could voice his objections, Lena broke the silence. "Maybe she's right," Lena finally said. Cody turned his head to look at her, his brown eyes meeting her blue ones. "If we have to do it, I...I'd rather do it right now, here. It would feel weird with another guy like this," she added. "But are you sure, though? Don't you think this whole thing is wrong?" Cody asked. Lena slowly nodded. "Yeah, it is a bit wrong, but...I hear my friends talk all the time about how good sex feels. I've never really had the chance to experience it myself," Lena replied, blushing and looking down at the floor. She slowly looked back up at Cody. "That's why...I don't mind if it's you." she added with a small smile. While Cody still felt like the entire thing was wrong, he had decided to honor Lena's request. "It's not too late, you know?" Cody asked. The pair had moved to the back of the classroom, where Cody had taken a seat on the floor with his back against the wall. Lena was standing over him, looking down at his hard cock. She slowly moved down, putting her hands on Cody's shoulders and moving closer to him. Cody could feel Lena's wet pussy rubbing up against the head of his cock, and soon it began to spread open the girl's folds. Lena bit her lip, trying to fight back the pain as Cody's cock slowly entered her as she moved down. She tightly wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself close to him, her bare body pressing up against him. She lightly whimpered as she tried to endure the pain, and Cody slowly rubbed Lena's back, hoping it would help her. Once the pain had subsided a bit, Lena slowly began to move. As his cock slowly moved in and out of Lena's tight pussy, he couldn't help but groan. Lena's soft panting was in his ear, temping him to thrust up into her to hear the girl make more noises. He didn't know where such thoughts were coming from and assumed it was another effect of the experimental drug on his mind. The pain Lena had felt initially had soon gone away, replaced with a much different feeling. She began moving her hips faster, pressing her breasts up against Cody's chest. She slowly moved in and pressed her lips against Cody's pushing him into the wall as she bounced up and down on his cock. Her body craved more and more of him, wanting him to fill her with his cum like he had done with her mouth earlier. Lena couldn't fight back against the feelings welling up inside her. All she could think about in that moment in time was what was in front of her. Cody himself, who had initially been against the whole thing, soon found himself holding Lena close to him, kissing her neck or fondling her breasts. Before long, both of them were at their limit and Cody shot a load of his cum deep inside the girl's pussy. That had not been enough for either of them, however. Before long, Cody had Lena bent over a desk, tightly grabbing her hips as he thrust deep inside her. Both of them had lost track of time, lost in their own world. Early the next morning, Cody had made his way to school as he usually did. For some reason, a large chunk of what had happened the previous day had been a blank in his mind. The most he remembered about what happened after school was that Ms. Osborne, the science instructor, had asked for his help with something. After that, however, everything was a blank. As he tried to recall what happened, he walked past a blue eyed girl who looked familiar to him. All he knew about her was that her name was Lena and she was from the class next to his. When he thought about her name, he felt like something significant had happened between them, but he couldn't remember what it was. Back in the science lab, Amy Osborne was sitting at her desk, going over the results of her experiment. "It's hard to believe those two were virgins until yesterday. They were going at it like rabbits in there. I may need to tone down the dosage of some of the ingredients a bit. I wouldn't want my client fucking some poor girl all night long," she said to herself, writing down some notes in a notebook. "Strange how memory loss is one of the side effects, though. I saw Lena and she didn't seem to remember anything at all. In a way, that may be a good thing," she added, remembering the things Cody had said to her the previous night. "Maybe it was wrong, but sometimes science isn't exactly right. I got my results, and that's all that matters," Amy said, smiling a bit as she set down her notebook and turned towards the window, looking out at the school's campus and the students coming in for the day.

I can't make any promises about writing something every day (or something the general base would consider "kinky fun",) but I'd be willing to give it a try.

(I swear procrastinating and writing these on the last possible day is just becoming tradition at this point.) Nearly a week had passed since Issac had finished moving. In all of that time, only one thing had been on his mind, and it was the mysterious book he had obtained from the garage sale. Even at that time, as he sat down in a chair, he had the strange book sitting in his lap. The book's covers were dark gray with an agonized face on the front cover. The book itself was a bit smaller than a textbook, just small enough to allow someone to carry the book with one hand. Even with the book's size, Issac didn't know exactly how many pages it contained. "It's a strange thing, though," Issac muttered to himself. Despite it's size and number of pages, the book itself was strangely light. As he slowly opened up the book to a random page, he raised an eyebrow. When he had initially opened up the book to read it's contents, he found each page had been written in a strange script he had never seen. Now such script was nowhere to be found, having been replaced with clear English. The man ran his hand across the thin paper of the book's page, reading the words written on the page in his head. "Reviving the dead...?" he said out loud. The page read out clear as day an outline of restoring the bodies of the dead. The man shook his head in disbelief, closing the tome and standing up. "Impossible. Those kind of things don't exist," Issac said. What he didn't realize at the time was that piece of knowledge would drag Star City into the jaws of disaster, all in the pursuit of reviving the dead.

Even worse, in those shows where whoever the first female character that appears will win at the end, the childhood friend is usually auto eliminated as the endgame option simply for being the childhood friend, even if they're the first female character to appear. They also love stringing along the possibility only to shatter your hopes, and it's very frustrating. I understand your pain about the childhood friend always losing aside from the rarest of rare cases. Even rarer than a unicorn sometimes.

Don't mind me, just bumping this here post.

And what might you classify as "intriguing scenarios"?

Bumping because I can. One day I need to come up with more ideas.

(Local idiot procrastinates once again and makes an entry on the last possible day instead of forgetting for once. If I'm not lazy, I may do a continuation regarding the aftermath of the game.) Barry didn't know how many times he had lost his bets that night. He had already lost his previous earnings from the day's job to the woman sitting in front of him, shuffling the deck of cards. She looked at him with a satisfied smile as she prepared for the next hand. "It's not too late to give up now. If you leave this place now, you can escape with your soul intact. You would have to tell your companions how you lost it all, though," the woman finally said, setting down the shuffled deck on the table. She put a hand on her cheek and flashed a wide smile, her cold blue eyes staring directly into Barry's. "You made a big mistake coming to this place. Down here, we play for keeps. You don't have any money left, so all that remains is your soul," the woman continued, using her free hand to tap on the wooden table with her long nails. "I'm aware, but I don't plan on leaving without my winnings," Barry replied, only to get a laugh from the woman. "Do you really value your life that little, adventurer?" the woman questioned. While Barry had hopes of winning back the money he lost against the half demon woman, he was beginning to have his doubts about his chances. No matter how many times he had played the game, she always had the exact right cards to beat him. He wanted to think the game was rigged, but the rumors that had led him to the underground bar had come from reliable sources. Those same rumors also said that the woman sitting across from him was legendary for her skills at card games. While she lacked the raw abilities of a demon, she apparently had charm similar to a succubus, which Barry began to think may have been influencing him. It was only then that the woman spoke again, as if she was reading his mind. "If you think I'm using my power to cheat, you have another thing coming. The boss would have my head if he found me cheating. Things may not be completely above board down here, but at least the games are fair," she said. She moved her hand off of her face and tapped on the deck of cards. "So, how about it? One more game. Take a chance on losing your soul to win back your earnings. If you somehow do manage to win, I'll even throw in a special bonus," she continued. "A special bonus?" Barry questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Yes. But that's only if you win. If you lose, though..." the woman trailed off, turning to show off the bartender, a man staring away with a vacant stare as he cleaned glasses. His eyes were devoid of light and he robotically performed the task given to him, much like a puppet on strings. Barry clenched his fists under the cheap wooden table, trying hard to not imagine himself as another husk working for the underground bar. He considered what his companions would do if he didn't return. While he could've easily stood up and left, the promise of a "special bonus" had begun to sway his thought. Letting out a sigh, Barry put his hands on the table. "Fine. I'll take a chance on this last game. But you need to promise I get what I lost back if I win," Barry said. The woman responded with a shrug. "I give you my word that you'll get every bit of gold you lost to me, but don't think you'll win." she said, picking up the deck from off the table. In that cheap underground bar, a game of Blackjack that would determine the fate of the adventurer Barry began. While he was still curious about what this "special bonus" was being teased to him, at that moment, all he had to focus on was surviving the final game.

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Easier said than done. Those wizards are as slippery as snakes, sometimes in planes.

The wizards did it.

Has it really been almost a year since I bumped this thread? Apparently so. Why am I doing it now? I don't know, but here we are anyway.