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  1. * * \[T]'/ Welcome! \'[T]/ Thanks for stopping by! Hope all of you have a wonderful day or night as you're browsing Ecchidreams, just like most likely I am. Make yourself comfortable, get yourself some tea or coffee, and I suppose, read what I have prepared! Ah but also make sure to take a look at my Roleplaying Preferences Sheet to see if I'm someone you'd like to Roleplay with! List of all the ideas (scroll down to read the writing sample and to read additional details about each idea!) 1. A forgotten Android. (Looking for someone to play an Android M looking for F) 2. The stolen toys, whores and wine belonging to the Baron of Arendol. Or different stories from the land of wine and gold. (Action-fantasy adventure RP) 3. "A short guy's dream to find a tall, strong demi-human that's looking for a boyfriend. Or in other words. Can a 6 or 7 feet tall Oni, Orc or something else hit it off with a 5'4 guy like me?" [Slice of Life Wholesome Modern Fantasy-themed RP.] 4. Lactose Intolerant: A Futa Were-cow Story (Extreme and weird kinks be warned. M looking for F/Futa) 5. The Red Wolves' second in command. You. (Looking for strong amazonian gals for this one.) 6. She-wolf, supersoldier mommy-Dom (40k Inspired idea.) 7. You're my girlfriend, the Intergalactic Assassin. Yup. 8. Girl's Frontline RP idea (Or just any other Gacha Game, Azur Lane, FATE, Arknights etc.) 9. Monstrous, motherly, bodyguard? (Another concept idea. A powerful and terrifying yet still sexy monster girl given to protet an heir of some kingdom.) 10. Futanari Auction (Fantasy setting RP) 1. I found her in the attic. I'd just moved in and was clearing out a lot of the old junk; the place had been abandoned years earlier. She was in a large crate; still, tamper proof sealed. A label listed her model and date of manufacture; she was older than me, but had never been turned on. With some caution, I brought her down to the living room. She was there for a day before I braved opening her up. A note on the case warned; "Not returnable once the seal is broken." Not that that was an option; I knew the company had gone out of business long ago. It wasn't just a psychological barrier; with the seal intact I could've made a fortune on the black market. Especially if the 'adult options installed' sticker meant what I thought it did. I remembered wanting one of these when I was a teen. A lot of us did, but nobody dared say anything. How do you tell your parents you want an AI Girl or Boy for Christmas? It just doesn't happen. We all just sat in silent envy of the other teens with their expressive freedom. They were all getting them; "good for development" the ads would say, "helps girls/boys learn about growing up", "great for babysitting", "her/his special friend". I was still too ashamed to get a robot, not even a Robo Rover. Sure I had servant bots like everyone else. Keep 'm Clean, Mr. Handy, Green Thumb... The usual models. But no living dolls, certainly no A.I. Girl like this. I never really thought of having a partner because of my current situation but getting a doll like that for all my needs seemed suitable. Gah it seemed perfect! Eventually, I cracked the seal. There was a thick manual lying on top of a box labeled "Reserve Power Supply" which listed itself at only 30% left, it was all that kept her brain intact. The manual began with the dreaded words: "Hello Jessica, welcome to your new friend. Her name is:" Below which was a place to write the name of the robot once she had been given one. Now I understood her presence in my attic. Jessica must have been the girl who passed away. My realtor had explained the house to me. A sudden illness in the family followed by the property's abandonment. A little girl who only wanted to live; taken so suddenly. They must've been too hurt to take what was likely intended as a surprise present. Bloody hell. This presented a new issue. She was tailored. If I woke her now she would be confused, lost. Looking for a little girl named Jessica to bond with. The manual mentioned the possibility of resetting the bond anytime before initialization as well as prior to resale or recycling. They could send out a company rep to perform the job. . . Only there was no company anymore. So I went online. I had to be discreet, I didn't want the collectors knowing what I had. I certainly didn't want the AI Authority to know. The law wouldn't let them shut her down once she was self-aware, but they were ruthless in destroying potential AI's before that point. Eventually, I had my answer. I tapped a few keys on the power unit and clicked away at the holo-screen until I had her ready for a new life. She'd been lying on my living room floor for another week before I had the nerve to turn her on. I'd done my research on the model and knew that once I flipped that switch, there was no turning back. These girls were natural born AIs; it was why the company had been forced to go under. Pure black market technology, all quite by accident. I sat there watching her for an hour already. I wanted to memorize every detail, every contour. . . After all I still had a choice to go a step further. Import of Japan-made modifications for cosplayers, had their own adult modifications. It didn't take a genius to know one had to insert few adjustments to have her look like anyone. From a favorite actor to a character from beloved video game, all if you had the money. As wrong as it felt, I had a chance to get myself a girlfriend, or a source of income, her new personality was already in place. . .All that's left is to get through the psychological barrier. Thanks for reading the prompt! So I'll state again. I'm looking for someone to play as a female (or futa with right modifications.) Android, in this story. As to what we want to focus on in it depends purely on what we can come up with. I have few ideas but don't let that stop you from sharing yours. A simple slice of life romantic RP? Something darker or entirely lewd? Sky is the limit! 2. Arendol was always a busy place. And if it wasn't the plotting nobility or embittered knights, the untamed wildlife and troubles of the peasantry were quick to pile on, begging for an armed confrontation with the physical issue. They say that if one dared to storm Arendol it's defenders and citizens would bleed wine and spill gold and silver rather than their guts. Giving anyone, even the most innocent or foolish an idea on how...expensive everything is there. If one's pouch is too light for Arendol. Their body can still help them with such a delicate issue. After all, the land of wine and gold relishes in the depravity. It is also a place famous to the mercenaries and adventurers of all kinds. Champions and warriors seeking recognition, as well as talented sorcerers and clerics aspiring to be noticed. After all these lands have been walked by many. . . Aterus the Silenced, Claudia Riedl "Sun-seeker", Daneros the storm weaver- But alas, now when one mentions the whore house of Madame Mari De Castyltian "Turquoise Wing", these ancient legends pale in comparison. Still, only those that can afford to stay there for at least a day can consider themselves lucky just like everything it costs a fortune to stay there for longer than a few hours. Just like every year the attention of the whole world turns to Arendol, while eyes of the courageous turn to the bounty board and a single peculiar Quest signed by the Lord of Arendol himself. Heroes! I Ferrnando De Tabares, lord of the Welenza and Arendol, am in need of your aid in these trying times. For it is the champions and the finest of Thedal that can only tackle the situation of such importance. The great estate of the Tabares's line built by my great grandfather has become a victim of robbery! Such injustice is a stain on my family's honor but as the Baron my duties force me to ensure that stability of my people is put even above the honor of my family name. This is why you'll be my sword, the blinding light of justice to reclaim the treasure taken by foul wretches responsible for this crime. If you consider yourself worthy of such task come meet with my subject another of your profession waiting at you in the lovely establishment of the Brass Piglet on the eastern side of the main square. The following stolen items are reported to be. - Ten barrels of Badelian Flametongue, an expensive brand of elven wine from Charia. Each barrel returned will grant you 10 Olerian Crowns or Pelshian Suns depending on your choice. - Specialized stimulating equipment of house Tabares, including Golden and silver tools of the cult of Al'hara's Goddess of Pleasure and fertility. As well as a set of leather whips, flails made from the finest leathers. There are also additional caskets supposedly locked, any open or damaged lock are to be reported immediately before return. - Daneresian courtesans. This is a lifetime opportunity champions! Every one who shall return part of the stolen treasury alongside finding or dealing with the thieves will be invited to the ongoing tournament as the honored guest and will be given a month of free stay at Madame Mari De Castyltian pleasure house! Ferrnando De Tabares. Hadrian's eyes stared defeated at the drawings of what was pretty much a perfectly drawn penis covered in gems and holy marks of Al'hara a certain goddess of fertility well known in Elven culture. The ink was still fresh as the dark-blue seal continued to drool wax down the side of the document splashing against the polished wooden floor. "Did he really have to give specific drawings for of each of the stolen objects? I may have been hired by him but- Dionis's light why did I take this offer." The scribe's brows furrowed as he took a step back defensively as if accused of a crime he has committed. His balding head and pale complexion mixed with smooth skin were a jarring contrast making it even harder to look at him. "Lord Ferrnando, asked us to provide copy of each of the missing objects and given us the detailed description providing each. It was obvious We had to ensure the objects could be distinguishe-" "Oh no, I understand that. But was it really necessary to draw decorated dildo and provide it's exact measurements? Bloody hell. I'll be in my quarters if someone will bother to approach this Contract seriously just guide them to my room." Moving up the stairs Hadrian spoke again, as if to state something quite obvious. "And don't bother trying to get me to do this alone! Mission of utmost importance my ass. . ." Thanks for reading the prompt! Ahh Arendol, a place of violence, sex, schemes and opportunity. The very endgame for any experienced adventurer and a deathwish for a novice. I'm looking for you to play as...Someone in Arendol. A courtesan, noblewoman, another adventurer. Some ancient monster girl living beneath the city about to cause some trouble? Perhaps a divine that conceals her identity to see what mortals have to offer? We're free to create a new plot rather than chase after Tabares's gilded and decorated sex toys so no worries there. 3. Saturday, 02:27 PM Breckens's street in front of the local sports center. ARES. The sports center itself was grand in scale. Fitting, given its namesake: The god of war. Greek, of course, as most people know of him and his divine family. Being one of the first companies to cater to the new folk that have joined modern society, their business boomed. While it was a local chain, at best, announcements of "An Ares opening near you!" are now exceptionally common when you browse the web. Especially when you're someone like me, a guy with a rather weird fetish and eagerness to meet up with tall, big and muscly representatives of demi-humans. Yup, it's rather amusing no? A short guy trying to hit it off with an Oni or looking for a chance with one of the more predatory and truly dangerous by human classification demi-humans...But here I am waiting for you. . . I look down at the digital screen of my phone for what must've been the 17th time, scrolling up and down, eyes scanning over the last conversation with my new "Girlfriend", watching the collection of Oni-made and proportioned sports equipment I helped her order and pick online. We haven't even seen one another face to face yet, and I was already helping you with things like that which left me...Hopeful? No. No no-no-no. Not hopeful. Don't call me desperate. I do fidget a little, watching people far taller than me just move over towards Ares's sports center, which just like most new establishments became a non-human friendly activities provider. In fact, the very sports bag, dumbbells, additional weights, and even a rather skintight pair of sports bras, yoga pants and everything else she now had were ordered from here. It was rare but we managed to hit it off fairly quickly, we even spent the first two days chatting about various stuff, in the end we both had topics to exhaust given the difference in our upbringing. That said I never heard her ask about my height which only made that little ball of anxiety inside of my throat grow as I worried about our first face-to-face meeting. I lean against the glass wall of the bus stop I was waiting at, trying my best to fit into the area already swarming with groups of friends and couples. The moment famous apps were adjusted to allow easier use for those of all monstrous qualities. Including dragon and hellhound paw or claw-touch support for screens couples of mixed-species began appearing one after another. Of course, there were no extreme pairings yet, Onis or Orcs were out of luck especially for females given their height and a rather traditional mindset of the elderly of the said species. Not that I'm some professional about it, I just got a chance with an Oni girlfriend so I wanted to know what to talk with her about rather than risk doing or saying something inappropriate. That said Oni's weren't really in that much of a bad spot. Like any the variety of jobs opened up to even them. The species like Bunyip's, for example, are still a tricky question, most have their housings provided by the government but there are little to no handlers from both humanitarian multispecies organizations and private recruiters leaving another rather sizable group on a lockdown. The tip of my thumb dances across the black screen of my smartphone, as I stare at the reflection of my own face in it. Even a passing by harpy working at some postal service is taller than me, as she prepares for another flight. The padding around her claws is already company made, showing just how much the commercialization managed to adapt itself. My soft index finger slides over to the right upper side of the cellphone, pressing against the power button, once again granting me the digital light of the screen revealing the last message I've sent her after arriving on the spot 20 minutes earlier just in case if she got lost or caught in some traffic. Daniel: I'm going to wait by a bus stop then, it's right next to the cafe. I'll post an image just in case once I'm there! Can't wait to meet you in person! The more I re-read the message in my head the more awful it sounds. My thumb runs over the screen again, the clicking is replaced with a sudden flash of the camera as I swap it with the second camera installed on the front, displaying my reflection. Carefully fixing few strands of dirty blonde hair, I hope the nearly baby-faced milky white skin over my face isn't too...soft, given how Oni's tend to have their values quite similar to those of the Orcs, sure there's more drinking but they're pretty much the only species that can barely get drunk in the first place. Hence they're banned from all drinking contests as for them it's more about how much they can drink not how much their head can take. My small attempts at improving my self-esteem about this whole date is momentarily crushed as I'm a witness to a dwarf in a business suit going on about with his day. He was shorter and yet, the select few human women looked his way as if in awe, the lack of a shaggy beard reaching all the way to his knees and replacing it with some stern yet striking mustache really changed how one can look. Add in a suit and a confident "strut" and viola even a dwarf can easily find himself some partners. I really doubt it...I mean. You're an Oni! I saw her pictures and the ones she sent privately as we got to know one another a bit more. She doesn't look like someone who's interested in someone weak right? I mean sure-sure there was the image of her trying to bake cookies and that was pretty cute and made her even more feminine, but I also got gifs and short videos of things she lifts up. Be they meant for that or not- In turn, I offered some fancy stuff of myself, either playing some tunes on the guitar. (While having my phone always tilted slightly up to not betray my height while it was being recorded.) To creating those somewhat live-in guides on how to request additional government-provided house equipment etc. It's still a bit new and as with anything, the government's tricky about being clear how to request that stuff. She also mentioned something of an e-mail about new housing which sounded like a great offer, although I don't know why she sent me some tests to fill up alongside it. Either way I think I passed? Given I could see the images and plans, I'm just happy she gets herself a bigger house to suit her needs but it still feels a bit...too large. I run my hand over the smooth pale cheek, as cries and laughter can be heard from somewhere in front of the sports center drawing my attention for just a moment. That's when 02:30 hits. My smartphone immediately starts beeping as I'm looking around trying to find her. Left. Nothing. Right. Nothing. I told her what I was wearing so there should be no problem in finding a guy in a bright white polo shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. I also wore glasses, the big nerdy ones but they did suit me. Actually, it's another thing she didn't comment on even if you've seen me with them... Standing like a sore thumb, I was already assuming the worst, well I couldn't exactly blame her. . . Hell, what was I thinking? Thanks for reading the prompt! This one is a bit more restrictive unlike the other two. So I'll immediately say that the whole Size fetish as well as race isn't important. In other words. I want you to play as a monster girl that's getting used to the modern world with her new human boyfriend. If you want to go as some tall strong Oni great! If you don't and rather prefer some elf, halfling, hellhound etc. Feel free to! She doesn't have to be tall either. 4 ((This is a concept I was thinking of and thought someone might enjoy it. We can discuss the details for it!)) You rush to your friend's bathroom, shutting and locking the door, and leaning against it as you heave every breath, looking down at your body that felt like it was on fire. You think back to a few moments ago, you had let your guard down. You were having so much fun with your friend that you didn't even question the bowl of ice cream he laid out in front of you and you took a bite without thinking. Problem is that you're lactose intolerant...well, it's much worse than that. . . Much much worse. It was only a bite, surely it wasn't enough to. . . Nevermind your normally B-cup sized breasts began to strain your bra and caused the straps to dig into your shoulders while the first two buttons to pop off your shirt, revealing cleavage that certainly wasn't there before. Meanwhile, your hips start to pop a little wider and your thighs and ass started to thicken, causing your pant buckle to pop open and your zipper to force itself open just to make what little room it had. Shit! Not here! Not now! You moaned softly as the start of tears start to appear on your shirt and jeans. "Hey! Is everything alright in there?" Your friend asks you through the door. You're forced to cover your mouth, the pressure of your growth causing you to involuntarily moan as your curves continued to grow, causing your shirt to uncover your midriff and pop more buttons while your jeans to start ripping along the crack of your fattening ass. You gasped as you felt your clit, growing longer and thicker, starting to tent your panties along with a pair of golf-ball sized balls at their base, giving you a quite noticeable manly bulge beneath the soft silk fabric. You felt the start of a tail start to slip out from the base of your spine through the rip in your pants, your ears start to flatten, small nubby horns starting to poke up out of your hair, and a second pair of mounds starting to grow beneath your first set, which were already bigger than the largest porn-stars. You even noticed you stood at least foot taller than before. "Do I need to call an ambulance for you?" He asks again and you nearly answer before you're forced to hold your mouth once more, moaning harder as your whole body has another powerful growth spurt, your feeble tattered clothes unable to hold on much longer before four huge bouncing udders burst free from the remnants of your shirt and bra, each one with a nipple as long and thick as your thumbs as the first drops of milk start to drip onto the hard tile floor, and the back of your pants fails first as an ass so thick that it would make the Kardashians gasp rips out of its denim prison along with your flicking tail and overly voluptuous thighs. Your former clit, now a mottled bull shaft with a flared head, tore your panties in two, bulging larger and larger as your balls reach the size of apples. Your fingers harden in your hoove-like hands while your shoes and socks shred to pieces as two large hooves take the place of your feet. "What's going on in there?" He asks one last time as you practically moo out loud as the final growth spurt takes place, you reach eight feet tall as a thick fur covered hide starts to spread over your body, your face stretching forward into a cow-like muzzle with a large flat nose and large flat teeth, your horns growing five inches long, and your ears long and fuzzy. Your enormous jugs growing until they were each the size of a yoga ball with three inch, bottle-cap thick nipples that splashed warm milk onto the floor, your cock was nearly three feet long and thick as a soda can at its thickest point, thick heavy balls the size of swinging bowling balls, ass-cheeks the size of bean-bag chairs, hips nearly twice as wide as the doorway, thighs as thick as tree trunks, and great heavy hooves clacking against the hard tile beneath you. "Hello? I'm coming in..." Your friend warns as the door starts to creak open and his sweet feminine scent starts to fill your enlarged nostrils... Thanks for reading the prompt! This is an extreme and weird one I know but if there's at least 1% I find someone that likes the idea. . .Yup I do want you to play as that monstrous gal. Whether it ends with some lewd romance or a rather dark end, it's up for us to decide. I will share my preferences for all the ideas if you ask as well. Anywho, I don't have much more to say for just a concept. 5. We approached the gates in companionable silence, cloaks drawn tight around us against the warm summer rain. There was no need to speak; we were instead alert for any sign of ambush or betrayal. The Don of Careon was an honorable man and we knew we would be safe once we were within the walls of his villa, but the rest of his city did not share his morals. Mercenary captains made poor enemies, but good assassination targets. The guards at the gate turned to you first. Most potential assassins would as well. You hardly blamed them; one would usually assume that the seven feet tall figure was the one in charge. I realized the benefit of having an Orc for my lieutenant as soon as I'd taken command and elevated you immediately. You still halfway resented me for it. The promotion was an honor, sure, and certainly a pay raise, but you had no patience for politics and like all of your people, you lead by example rather than words. Luckily for you, I handled that part. I spoke briefly to the guards while you watched our backs. They stared at you uncomfortably for a moment, but did finally admit us inside. Our wet cloaks were hung on pegs and then they asked for our weapons. I handed over mine, and you threatened to personally pluck out the eyeballs of any man who let my prized sword befall any harm. You carried no weapons of your own because you needed none. Your thighs were as thick as the waists of most of the women in this pretty, vapid city; your arms equally intimidating. Like any Orc, you could rip a man's head from his shoulders without breaking a sweat. And you were a shaman besides, tattoos and body paint swirling across your green skin in dizzying patterns. Some of them had meaning and power. Others were just put on to intimidate the city-folk. There were quite a lot of them; your only concession to human notions of decency was a pair of linen breeches cut just above your knees. In colder weather, you might relent, but Careon was all but tropical and reminded you of home. That said, you rarely wore boots either, travelling barefoot as you said, allowed you to reunite with the earth-mother. Your nipples were soft, on full display at the tip of your full bust. Naked women were hardly an uncommon sight on the streets of Careon, but still the guardsmen stared. You suppose Orc-maids were probably a rarer visage. Not many of you cared to make the long journey from the Eastern continent. Your kind was not fond of the ocean... a shame, for the realm of men was ripe with treasure for the taking. The Don's villa was a prime example, ostentatious with wealth. A servant approached with a basin of water and asked you very politely if he could wash your feet before you reached the fine rugs further within. You caught my eye and when I nodded, gave your consent and sat on a nearby bench as the servant carefully scrubbed your feet of filth before drying them with a soft towel, not daring to ever glance up at your face. Or get cut on your claws. It was all most amusing... almost as amusing as the sight of me exchanging my boots for a pair of soft house-slippers. They didn't offer you a pair. You quietly doubted they had any large enough. You minded not in the slightest; those rugs were indeed soft. It was eerily quiet inside the villa, only the swish of the servants' clothing and soft clicking of the beads in your braids announcing our progress through the halls. Eventually we reached the Don's study, where we were invited to take a seat and informed that our host would be joining us shortly. "Nice place," You say once we're alone in the room, eyeing up the shelves. "It's comfortable. I could learn to like this city for a time. And I'm sure this Don can afford a bit more than the standard rate." You grin greedily, imagining all the fun a girl like you could get up to in a place like this. Most of it with me. Softskin girls were fun, but of all the softskin men you'd tried, I was the only one who'd kept your interest longer than a night. You'd follow me to the end of the world if I asked, as would most of our company. Honorable mercenaries were rare, but we were among them. Well, as honorable as your kind could be. "Let's finish this quickly though. I want to celebrate with you," You add, your eyes darkening with desire. The thought of a payday was an aphrodisiac like no other. It was no small part of what attracted you to me. And me to you. Thanks for reading the prompt! This one is a tad limiting I know, so I'll just say to clear things up. I do want you to play a strong character as a second in command. It doesn't have to be an Orc, it could be a human or even some elf that has a body and bulk to her. So, if you fancy yourself playing some goliath of a babe do let me know! 6. Gold-pinned eyes narrow. Slow. Glacial. Ten men, throwing back chairs, drawing sidearms or hefting oblong monomolecular picks. They use them to cut ore samples, I'm told. This is a mine, so that makes sense. It was a mine. The Terran Confederation owns this asteroid. We may be close enough to the rimworlds for that to seem like a joke, but look at me. Do I look like I'm laughing? She's eight feet tall. On Old Earth, they'd have called her an Olympian. A demigod. The female form, moulded to the heights of athleticism. Perfect proportions, angular jaw, long legs. The right side of her scalp is shaved to stubble. The rest is a tangled mane of loose blonde locks and long braids. Feathers, rings of bone, carnivorous teeth. Her eyes are gold, pinned black. They aren't sane eyes. They aren't kind eyes. There's a word etched in her breastplate above her heart with the point of a knife. A name. Her name. From the neck down, you're all business. The nuclear generator throbbing like a second, deeper heartbeat near the small of your back runs the show. Janissary gear, though all the old badges and icons have been sand-blasted off. Artificial muscle-fibers hum with power. Servos purr with oiled, lovingly-maintained perfection. Injection ports near your ribs dump enough artificial adrenaline into your blood to make your jaw tighten. Adrenaline. Coagulants. Muscle Relaxers. Painkillers. In the time it takes for the first sidearm to swing in your direction, you're lightning caged in human flesh. A frozen bar of distilled anger, clad in power armour and vibrating faintly. You are shining teeth and the beast that hunted man to the brink of species death when Old Earth turned in the grip of blizzards that could level mountains. Your cunt soaks through your bodysuit. Eradix is a godsend of a stimulant. It makes the alterations to one's libido worth it, if barely. Your clitoris is so hard that every beat of your heart scrapes it against fabric. Your insides clench upon nothing, tight enough to bruise themselves. They don't stop, either. And people thought that muscle relaxers sounded like a stupid addition to a combat mix. Shows what they know. The Vessor 12 at your hip comes free. Your arm levels. Your elbow doesn't lock, but your armour does. A solid-slug reduces that first poor imbecile to pink mist and an iron stink from his navel up. The world ratchets back into focus. They move like drunks. One comes at you from the left. You bat his arm aside and it snaps his wrist like dry kindling. You step into him, powering your elbow into his skull. The impact kills him instantly. He doesn't have time to scream. You can smell them. Urine and panic. A solid round or two glance from your breastplate. Another smacks you in the hip. Someone with enough cash to spring for laser weaponry tries their luck. Stupid. That shit hardly works when the only impediment is somebody's dress shirt. Six beats of your heart, and it's over. All dead. All except for me. You bare your teeth. Elongated canines match your eyes. Lupine. There's wolf inside of you. Some people call it superstitious nonsense. Some people say you're meddling. You can hear a human heartbeat through a closed door, and smell cordite from upwind and two miles off. You know your place in the pack without a word. You know where your brothers and sisters hunt from instinct. The pack. The war-clan. Tribalism refined to a killing-art. Flesh bred and shaped for war, then sold to the highest bidder. Janissary life, a lifetime ago. Most don't get the choice to leave. Most don't live that long. Another few decades, and your hair might start to gray. That's a joke you'd probably actually laugh at. "This asteroid-" I add, quick to meet your sharp gaze. Eyes, keen. Cautious. I'm young. Way younger than the rest of those you've just taken care of. My skin pale. "This asteroid and her bounty are the lawful property of the Terran Confederacy. Your friends did not believe themselves beholden to those laws. Your friends are dead. You are not dead, because your hands are empty." I can see that you're close to hyperventilating. You've soaked through your bodysuit twice now. You need more. Friction. Another joke. What You need is to slap your pussy until it is red-raw, swollen, and aching. Then, if you're lucky, you'll have burned enough of the battle-poison out of your veins to consider something other than fighting or fucking. Your head tilts. It is the barely-angled gesture of a carnivore regarding something curious. Your lips peel back from your teeth. Your smile is a shark's smile. The broad baring of interlocking daggers in the moment before they gape wide and drag me screaming and pleading into the abyss. "My crew will make an example. A decimation. One in ten. You will live. You will crawl to me on your hands and knees." You're sweating, even though the recycled air here is cold enough to warrant thermal gear in portions of the rock. Your codpiece, through your own tampering, is the easiest part of your gear to remove. Six adamantite buckles, a pair of needle-thin data jacks, and the vulcanized covering that fits it securely to the rest of your wargear. Soaked fabric and the cloying aroma of soaked pussy. Female. Woman. Combat-hot and frenzied. The temperature of the room actually makes it steam. "You will use your mouth," You finish, your voice rumbling out of your chest in a hungry, wet snarl. . . Thanks for reading the prompt! So I want you to play a sexy, competent supersoldier badass in some grimdark sci-fi future where mankind rules the stars but also exploits one another as resources. Think Warhammer 40k mixed in with some general free form of exploration. As for what happens to our characters? Is he taken under her wing and turned into one of them? Does he turn tables on her and somehow gets control? Or they fall in love as the world around them goes to shit? Up for us to decide. The next idea will be similar if not somewhat tamer in comparsion. 7. I'm just an engine-nerd. One that never could get enough of it, the moving parts and the smell of grease. Spending all day long troubleshooting problems and up to my elbows in sparking components and vulcanized rubber. When the opportunity arose to work on a serious piece of technological know-how, of course, I jumped at the chance. An opportunity to see the galaxy, indulge my fascination with things that chunk and whirr and explode - - - Almost get myself killed. But, I did manage to do something that my siblings and peers always teased me about! I managed to find myself a girlfriend. . .sort of. It’s complicated. She’s tall and brave and strong, though! That’s her, on the hazy view screen of my terminal. The operation has been underway for nearly thirty hours at this point, and I still find myself drawn to watching her when the opportunity arises. There’s little else to do, in geostationary orbit. She’s in a matte-black bodyglove that accentuates every curve of her frame, especially the swell of her bust. Despite myself, I feel my heart beat a little faster and the first stirrings of arousal. She’s tall, with long black hair and eyes like chips of glacial ice. She hasn’t so much as twitched in over a day, prone behind the immensity of the Terminus rifle she’s set up in her hide. She fires as I watch. I've never actually seen her do that, before! I'm always away at the critical moment, dealing with some minor technical issue or just taking a moment to wash up. The recoil from the rifle is immense, and before it’s even finished the motion generated by firing she’s moving. There isn't any tripod, just the rubble she carefully arranged to negate a visual profile. She sweeps the rifle into the air, taller than she is. I know just how deceptively strong that wolfishly lean, female form is. The strap hangs from her shoulder, braced by her right hand. The left is gripping a pistol that’s just as overlarge. Compensating for something? Probably just the immense, body-shattering ammunition a beast like that is loaded with. Everything about my ‘girlfriend’ screams lethality and hard, messy death. I titter for an hour or two, after she picks up the little terminal I insisted she take with her. This is the third such indulgence she’s granted me, and she quirks the barest hint of what might be a grin before she shuts it. The deck rumbles beneath my feet, and I'm underway again. No inter-ship communications, not until I'm well out of range of whatever world this is. They don’t ever tell me, though sometimes she does. Speaking of her, she’s out of that bodyglove and dressed in a pair of fatigues and a loosely fitting under-shirt. Her tits wobble as she walks, bare feet making no sound. She pulls me in for a kiss that makes my head spin, tilting my head up to make it easier. I can’t deny there’s something amusing in attraction to me, given that she stands a head taller. Her right hand is already inside of my coveralls, but I'm not surprised. She always comes back insatiably horny. “Missed you,” She breathes. Her lips trail from my own to my collarbone. She bites me, and she breaks the skin. She’s rough like that, but it comes with a surprising amount of affection. I’ve seen how she can be with others. I’ve seen what it is that she does for a living. She’s a human spear, built and trained for a single purpose until there’s nothing sharper. Each time she’s metaphorically hurled at some poor individual, that individual *literally dies.* My quarters adjoin to the Engine Room, and the door to them shuts on its own after its proximity sensors don’t detect any additional personnel. “Going to make you forget your own name,” She growls lustily, hands engaged in groping liberally at me. I swallow hard. Thanks for reading the prompt! Just like the idea above this one, this is it's more...Tame variant so to speak. Lot's of stuff to do with your supersoldier GF after all no? That's who I'd like you to play as. As always would prefer to discuss the rest in private. 8. "They'll be placing you in a FOB located in the ruins of southern Poland, various reports both provided from recon teams and data provided by the PMC's includes data of active Sangvis Ferri facilities." The buzz of static, following her report, had the commander turn in their swivel chair, extending their right arm, just to look at the sleek red color of their uniform only to glance at the Griffin & Kryuger armband on their left arm, as always hugging the limb tightly as their voice rang out in the empty room. "Hidden Research & Development facilities? Factories? Bezerovich would be furious if he heard Sangvis Ferri had them built so close." Taking off the beret, the commander inspects one of the gas analyzers on the desk, just like everything for human standard safety procedures had to be carried out to ensure they weren't exposed to any kind of danger, a standard gas mask of GP-8.5 model was waiting on the very same desk in case of such emergency. Even now with the mass use of androids, some things never change, and while the use of a normal gas would hardly be a problem to them, its corrosive variant can at times have devastating results. And yet it was the commander that they bothered to equip with a specialized gasmask with a set of filters. "That's why they're sending you, the construction of the forward base of operations will be left to your troops. The facilities themselves are still unknown to us, you're meant to secure them with your troops and report what you find immediately. You could consider this as a partial vacation during your service before jumping back to the frontlines in guts of Russia." "Or consider it as a suicide mission you're throwing us into without even knowing. We'll be changing frequencies from tomorrow, I'll have one of the navigators answer and fill you in on secure channels." With an almost lazy gesture the commander reached out to close the laptop-shaped communication's device, after a soft thud, they watched as the stretched out antenna slid neatly back into the body of the device, and once more took on the appearance of a neat, plastic suitcase rather than a specific communications and navigation's gear that allowed G&K's commander to not only orchestrate and plan out movements of their T-Dolls but also have a complete view of how each and every encounter was being executed. From earlier and past operations carried out against outposts and bases of Sangvis Ferri to memorable battles and chase after various information when crossing paths with figures such as Alchemist or Scarecrow. Not that it's a problem. . . Adjusting the buttons of their coat, the commander leans back into their leather chair, listening to the squeak of their back just sliding down the material. . .They were tired if not the bags under their eyes then the fairly obvious body language they were showing. . .Even the evening had to be something bothersome, which was now only encouraging them to slump down in their seat and open the nearby shelf, just to fish out a cold and still closed bottle of someone's favorite whiskey. Not even a minute later two glasses were filled up to half, as the commander's voice could be heard outside of their office. "How long are you planning to eavesdrop M16?" Thanks for reading the prompt! Gotta say my knowledge of all gacha's is at times limited, it has potential to make a good story but also the amount of lewd stuff to include is well. You know quite well if you've played a gacha game. So if you have a favorite shipfu, gunfu, operator-fu you wanted to play as and don't mind me palying some d00d to pair it up with...Hit me up. 9. ((This is a concept I was thinking of and thought someone might enjoy it. A very monstrous gal that eventually falls in love for the person she's tasked to protect. )) The rain continued on, a thousand tiny dull knives stabbing into the earth, trees, and naked body. It was calming, relaxing in it's own sad way. To be one one's back with the whole sky opened up and connected to his soul via a watery chain. People so rarely looked up into the sky, when he was dead, would his spirit fly up to the clouds? Or sink down into the mud with his body and blood. The cool water, masking and dulling the summer heat, also served to every so slightly ease the many bruises and blows he had taken. Yet, the small cuts and lacerations his assassins had inflicted stung and broke his pace like shattered glass. In fact, it was starting to hurt more and more, as his senses recovered from their stupor and survival instinct once again began to grab hold of his eyes and force them open. Still on his back, the only thing he saw was the sky and edges of the tree line in this muddy clearing. Grey swirls of storm cloud moved by the will of air current far above him. The vast open expanse of the sky felt like an invitation, a calling, but one he had to refuse. After all, there was a mystery afoot. There only the sound of rain and his breathing. No snuffle of metal, no barking and fighting over gear. No leader with a foul laugh ready to gut him from groin to neck. That should be comforting, yet he a deep sense of danger and dread remained. What if they had left him to starve? Or be eaten by the wolves? Sitting up weakly, streams of water running down his face in mock tears, clever eyes tightened at the horror before him. Red. There was red everywhere: the ground, the wagons, the pines. Body parts and gore from his attackers were strewn about as if a whirlwind of blades had blown through and left only him intact. Some of them had been pierced by branches and hung in the trees, others disemboweled and drowned in their own filth. The lead was just a few feet away from him and the only one still intact, but not whole. His head was facing the wrong way. It had been spun around in place, like a marionette doll, and the shattered bones of his spine jutted out of his neck in a way somehow more disturbing than any of the other acts of violence his companions had suffered. Perhaps it was the way he still twitched ever now and then, as if some tiny spark of life remained and was very slowly being snuffed out. No, that was definitely the reason. Turning away from the horrific scene, hoping to find some solace from the sigh, he instead came inches away from a specter of death. At least, that's the best way he could describe the figure that had been looming just a few feet behind him the entire time. It was hart to tell if the specter was humanoid, for it wore a massive leather coat that totally covered it's limbs and legs. He couldn't even be sure if was standing or kneeling. Though if the latter was the case, considering how it already towered a head over him, it's full height must be tremendous. The coat was pattered in strange symbols and pagan trinkets, but he could make out a distinct star and eye motif. The neck of the creature and most of the face was tightly wound in black bandages, showing only a thin white nose and bright red eyes. Lips as white as death peeled back in a smile, showing rows of thin fangs and a totally black interior mouth. The rest of the head was covered by a hood, but from the creatures temples two antlers sprout out and curved back along the skull. The points all angled inward, looking as if the creature wore black iron crown. "Hello, Master Aldrik, won't you come inside?" It cooed, with a voice as flowing and gentle as rain itself. From the cloak a massive white claw reached out for him, attached to an arm coved in more bandages. Yet, he could make out tufts of white fur and patches of shining silver scales where the cloth did not fully cover. The claw itself was very human-like, save for the fact it was big enough to cover his entire head. Looked strong enough to spin it around too, just as it had done to the assassin leader. Unlike a human, there were no finger nails or claws like a wolf. Instead, each finger turned pitch black at the tip, and tapered off into a spike-like point. "Come inside..." It repeated, the beastly limb caressing his face and slowly wrapping around the back of his head. Another limb just like it was also reaching out for his legs. Did she, as lest it sounded like a she, plan to pluck him up like a babe, and swaddle him naked in a horrific embrace? "You might catch your death, otherwise..." The creature hissed. Thanks for reading the prompt! This one is stil an idea that's well. . .In need of getting fleshed out. How would they meet, what would she be? Some ancient beast that was awoken on the force of some forgotten pact? A local terror that has been "Tamed" or rather had her motherly instincts take over? A lot of to discuss here. Yup I'm looking for you to play as the mosnter presented here (Though her appearance can be changed.) 10. The city was a lively place. Specks of dirt and foul-smelling mist hung in the air. Money jangled in pockets and glinted in the sunlight as a million silver coins passed between a thousand hands. The dirt streets had been either packed down into clay or else churned into a slurry by day-old rainwater and wagon wheels. Buildings rose up to ten times the height of a man, with well-polished wooden catwalks running between them, several levels off the ground. On these paths, men and women of wealth and power strutted over the roads, followed closely by their richly decorated futas. Above them, great colorful birds perched on rooftops, picking at each other, tending to nests or simply staring as if in awe at the woman-made jungle that surrounded them. To Arjan, this was home. He dodged carts and ducked around porters carrying heaping baskets on their heads. When the beggar children swarmed around his legs, claiming to be motherless and destitute, he sent each one way with a one-piece coin each. But the object of Arjan's errand was not in the central city. On the outskirts, where the wooden houses ended and the thick rainforest began, a beaten path that wound through the jungle to the river port a few miles off. Where this path met the city, a crowd gathered before a hastily set-up wooden stage. Workmen of all races bustled about the stage, setting up curtains, laying down rugs and muscling wheeled cages into place. Through the cage bars, Arjan caught tantalizing glimpses of their cargo: futas, taken from all over the world. Arjan felt inside his pocket, his fingers meeting the cold, smooth faces of his coins. After completing his apprenticeship to the ivory-worker and becoming a full master craftsman, Arjan had been saving up to buy a futa for his home. Now, three years later, he had enough. Inching his way through the hot, eager crowd, he reached the middle, where he could stand on the tips of his toes and see the stage. From behind the thick blue curtains, a woman leaped out onto the boards. Her skin was white- clearly, she was from far away- and her shoulders were decked in furs that looked much too hot for this climate. Wooden beads hung in braided bands round her neck, framing a wickedly smiling face draped in messy blond hair. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome!" thundered the white woman. The crowd roared with applause. The white woman had flattered them; very few were true nobility. Some were commoners with money to spare, like Arjan. Others were rich travelers, here to satisfy their curiosity more than their desires. Most were priestesses or pilgrims who had come to skirt around the clergy's old taboo against taking wif- slaves, after all, could not marry. The white woman swept her hand out in front of her, bellowing, "We humble traders have searched far and wide to bring you the finest futas in the world! First, from across the. . ." And that's where Arjan forgot about the woman, already staring at one of the cages not far away. His eyes locked on you. . . Thanks for reading the prompt! So as always it can go in a few ways but what I'd be interested in is to have a more romantic RP? Sure kind masters/owners are a bit overused idea, but hey futanari monster girl or just normal endowed gal saved from a cruel fate seems like a good base for ideas. I have one more plot heavy idea with exploration and story in focus and another more slice of life one where Arjan bought a specific futanar who's seed is somehow valuable. And with her help can afford to finish his house. Or even have her be the muscle if you fancy playing some strong futa gal. * * \[T]'/ Thanks for reading! \'[T]/ Hope you had fun! \ | / - - * - - / | \ {Praise the Sun!} \\ r // \\ [T] // |[ ]| [| |] //\\ | | | | | | | |
  2. Hello everybody. Not much to say about me. I'm just a person who likes femdom, corruption, and monster girls. What I'm Looking For In A Partner: Someone who enjoys long-term games. Someone who contributes to the story and world building. Don't be afraid to add things and please don't leave all the work to me. This is a collaborative effort. Someone who doesn't mind a slow partner. Someone who doesn't mind a slow build to erotic situations. The Kind of Kinks I Enjoy: Nurturing Femdom & Female on Male Non-Con [Please read the 'Femdom: A Deeper Explanation' down below for more information.] Male on Female & Female on Female Non-Con Monster Girls Corruption Mind Break Lactation Breast Expansion Hand Holding Bondage Hypnotism Energy Drain Transformation Tentacles I have separated my roleplays into three different categories; Femdom, Corruption, & Mixed. Click on the category you’re interested in to go to their page. Femdom, obviously, contains roleplay plots where you would play as a dominant female. Corruption has roleplays for those who want to play as a submissive female. Something to note is that I have no interest in romance for these plots and my main will be a villain. I don't enjoy roleplaying romance when I'm writing dominate male characters. Mixed contains both Femdom and Corruption. Femdom and Corruption make up the core of all my roleplays. Below is a deeper explanation of my two favorite kinks and what to expect in general from my roleplays. Femdom: A Deeper Explanation The kind of Femdom I enjoy is not the Femdom most people are familiar with. Tell me my dear folks; when I say the word 'Femdom' what images come to mind? Whips? A man being sissyfied by being forced to wear girly clothing? Being humiliated? A Dominatrix clad in tight leather with a permanent scrawl on her face? Everything I described was what I encountered when I tried to look up Femdom for the first time a decade ago. I hated it. Although my heart wanted nothing more than to be dominated by a wonderful lady, everything I found during the time turned me off and scared me away. It took years for me to discover the type of Femdom I've come to enjoy. Mainstream Femdom is a major turn off for me and I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels this way. What I love is two particular subsets of Femdom that I don't see outside of very niche areas of the internet; Non-Consensual Femdom & Gentle Femdom. Non-Consensual Femdom Sometimes referred to as 'Reverse Rape' (A title I greatly disagree with, but that's a discussion for another time), this is a sexual fantasy that involves a female raping a male. It's also incredibly niche to the point that some people can't comprehend it exists. I'm dead serious. I've encountered a surprising amount of people who were convinced that any piece of work containing female on male rape was suppose to appeal to gay men. I've even been called gay for liking it. The idea that a straight guy would be into being the one who 'gets raped' instead of the one playing out the raping is lost on some people. This is why whenever I list it as one of my kinks, I make sure to write 'Female On Male Rape' instead of just 'Rape' or even 'Femdom Rape'. Otherwise, people automatically assume I want to take the dominant role even when I put 'Femdom' right next to it. As you can imagine, finding Non-Consensual Femdom is difficult. Certainly not impossible, but anyone interested is going to need to do a bit of digging. Monster Girls are the biggest source of this kind of kink and a major reason Monster Girls are prevalent in my Femdom focused plots. Nurturing Femdom Also known as 'Ara Ara ', this type of Femdom involves dominating with a soft, but firm touch. This type of Femdom emphasizes femininity a lot more than the previous one. Instead of forcefully subduing men, they dominate using more gentle means. This can range from petting, cuddling, hold-holding, light biting, being told you're a 'good boy' and kissing to hypnotizing, light bondage, and orgasm control. Its most common form is an older experienced woman leading a younger inexperienced man. Corruption: A Deeper Explanation Like Femdom, the subset of Corruption that I enjoy is quite niche. The most common form of Corruption that people are familiar with is Bimbofication. I'm not fond of it. Although the moral decay and nymphomania is right up my alley, the transformation into a 'Bimbo' and complete loss of intelligence turns me off. When it comes to Corruption, there are two types I absolutely love; Monsterization & Moral Decay. Monsterization This involves a woman transforming into a Monster Girl. This type of Corruption often involves the woman completely loses her inhibitors and exchanging her human morals for monster ones. These 'monster morals' often involve forcibly pinning down a man (usually someone she was pining over while she was human) and raping him senseless. Unlike Bimbofication, where the woman becomes obedient and submissive, the transformed monster girl becomes powerful and dominate. Moral Decay Similar to Monsterization, the woman completely loses her inhibitors and her original morals are twisted. There are a three key differences. The first is that it doesn't necessarily involve any physical transformations of any kind. The second is that the woman becomes obedient and submissive to the one who corrupted them. And finally, the third difference is that they become evil once the corruption is complete. Typically, this involves someone holy or pure such as an Angel or Priestess. This makes their fall from grace all the more impactful and enjoyable.
  3. From the makers of "A wild RP search appeared" comes, now with RP ideas, another RP search thread. As per usual, these are mainly story-driven ideas because that's just how I do things. I can explain any details or discuss other ideas if you wish, and when I come up with more ideas (and not choose to make this thread at 4 AM), I will update this thread here. So, feel free to give the ideas a gander and if you wish to do any of them, feel free to comment here or EcchiText me. Whichever one you prefer. Now, these are split between general ideas and character specific ideas. Please keep this in mind as you look through these.
  4. Hello Dreamers! Welcome to my ‘ad’ thread. Why is it an ad thread? Because Its very broad, just kind of putting my profile/character out there rather than requesting ideas. Ideas in this thead are very barebones, I discuss them and make them more personal between us in the DMs. I have both animated and real life references for my character, so dont let the icon throw you off! Let’s jump right into the juicy stuff, no? Where do you roleplay? I roleplay over Private Message, or on the Forums. Whats your style of roleplay? I play in third person, and around three paragraphs on average. You can play in whatever perspective you want, and whatever post length you are comfortable with! Will you play multiple characters? No, I only play Daryll. Sure there are NPCs in the roleplay, but other than that Daryll is my primary and only character. Whats your preferred smut:story ratio? Really fluctuates day-day and story-story. Modern settings tend to be more smut heavy, 60:40, whereas medieval, post-apocalyptic, and fantasy settings are usually 50:50 to 40:60 What’re your top kinks? None of these are required! Interracial Big Breasts Big Asses Humor Build-up/Teasing Age Difference Cheating/Adultery More kinks can be found on my f-list (NSFW) Now for the Ideas, these are very basic general ideas, nothing in-depth. Special Holiday Scenes -Daryll owns a halloween store, and a customer comes in and needs help trying on costumes -Daryll is black Santa! Coming down the chimney, who knows whats waiting on the other side of that fireplace? -Thanksgiving is a very special time in America when everyone gets very generous. Daryll is a homeless man in the downtown part of the city. Who decides to be his angel? General Modern -Darylls son/step-sons girlfriend is coming over for dinner, and shows up early. Her boyfriends upstairs playing fortnite, maybe she should help Daryll cook dinner? -His daughter is having friends over for movie night, and he decides to join them. It seems their short a seat! Who gets to sit on his lap? -Darylls brothers’ wife is a masseuse, and Daryll decides to use that free massage coupon she gave him for christmas! -Daryll takes the bus/train to and from work everyday. Who could he meet on his commute? Neighbor -Darylls taking on a photography hobby and his neighbor offers, or he offers to pay her, to be his first model -Daryll goes on his daily morning run and his neighbor/their daughter joins him. -Daryll decides to help out his neighbor with her workout session Daddy/Step-Daddy -Recently married, Daryll notices his step-daughter isnt very fond of him. Deciding he wants to bond with her, he takes her camping or out on his boat for a weekend. -Daryll gets into a car accident, not his fault, with his daughter/step-daughter and she gets injured, or permanently injured, and he needs to help her out with day to day things. -His daughter/step-daughter is trying out for for a sport and wants to get into shape, asking Daryll to help her workout. -Daryll has recently taken up photography as a hobby, using his daughter/step-daughter as a model! Prison -Darylls a long-time inmate at a prison, and grows a liking for the new guard. -Co-ed prisons, another way the state found a way to cut their budget. Maybe even a nudist prison? Modern-fantasy -Daryll just became a vigilante/villain! Whose going to be a speed bump in his path? -What would happen when you realize your neighbor likes to go out at odd hours of the night, would you follow him? -Daryll moves into a nudist colony, who does he meet? Medieval -Daryll just finally took over a neighboring kingdom, absorbing it to become apart of his own. He killed the previous king/queen and adopted their daughter. Why did he have to kill her parents? -Daryll applies to be the newest royal guard for the Queen or Princess. -Daryll is appointed as the new master of coin, granting him a seat in the council -Daryll is a mute warrior in the forest and saves a damsel in distress! If you’d like to see more, my <Mod Note: Removed Link as per Section 14, Section 1> has a few more and a few more categories aswell! Congrats on making it to the end! Heres 200+ NSFW interracial GIF(t)S! Feel free to send me a message, and include some of your favorites!
  5. What's this? I'm actually writing more of this? Well, it is National Novel Writing Month, and that means forcing myself to not edit my own writing. It's also a first draft, so there are sure to be mistakes here and there, but either way, I hope you enjoy. 'This world is divided by light and darkness. Those who side with the light, and those who choose to walk the path of darkness. It is a world where humans can obtain special powers through hard work and training. Some are born with their power. People can use their powers for whatever they want. For justice or for chaos. Most people don't even know their powers exist, so they live normal lives, unaware of their potential.' "Zero! Stop daydreaming and focus!" Zero heard the loud voice of his father and opened his eyes, remembering he was still in the middle of the day's training session. He had to beat his father in a sparring match using the short sword he normally used during training against his old man's personal greataxe. The brown haired boy got into a fighting stance and prepared himself for whatever his old man had in store for him. The man took a few slow steps forward in an attempt to fake Zero out before charging right at him. He raised the axe in his hands and swung at Zero. Since the swing was slow, Zero easily evaded the initial swing by jumping back. When the axe slammed into the ground, Zero's dad tightened his grip on his weapon, focusing his power on the earth. A pillar of earth erupted from the ground in front of where the axe was stuck, flying straight at Zero. 'Looks like he's changing up his strategy,' Zero thought. He ducked to avoid the pillar coming at him, but the action left him vulnerable for a potential follow up attack. The ground below Zero began to glow a bit shortly before a second pillar of earth came out of the ground and hit Zero in the chest, sending him flying into the air. 'Are you serious? A second attack? He's not playing around today,' Zero thought, moving his free hand towards his chest while he fell. In the time Zero was falling back down to the ground, his dad had pulled his axe out of the ground and waited for Zero to get close to the ground in order to hit him when he couldn't defend himself well. He swung the axe once Zero got close enough to the ground, but Zero used his own short sword to attempt blocking the attack. While he had managed to avoid any fatal injuries, he was pushed away by the sheer force of the swing and crashed to the ground. His body slid against the ground, dirt and dead grass getting on his arm and the side of his t-shirt. "What's going on, Jared? Why are you so eager to cleave me in half today?" Zero questioned while he slowly got back on his feet. He raised his sword again in preparation for whatever his dad had in store for him next. "Training should be as close to real combat as possible. You know this, Zero. If you want to awaken your power, I have to push you to your limits. Now, stop talking and fight, otherwise you'll be skipping out on dinner tonight," Jared replied while he readied himself. "Tyrant," Zero mumbled. He let out a low sigh and took a look around Jared, biting his lip after his short analysis of the area. Jared had been standing in an area of the backyard where there was no grass at all, which would allow him to use his power with no grass numbing the force of his earth based abilities. Zero nodded to himself and made a run for Jared, dragging his sword across the dead grass. Jared took a defensive stance in response to this. When Zero saw this, a small smile crept up on his face. Instead of going for a head on attack, Zero leaped into the air in an attempt to get behind his dad. 'Didn't see this coming, did you?' Zero thought when he landed behind Jared, throwing the sword aside and tackling the man from behind. Jared had not expected Zero's move, but tried to move against the boy. Zero had the edge in the situation and managed to push Jared onto the dead grass. When Zero pushed Jared, he stumbled a few steps forward. Jared looked behind him to find Zero making run for his sword. "Don't abandon your weapon, you fool!" Jared shouted, turning around and weaving his fingers around a bit. Several rock spires came rising from the ground around Zero's sword in order to keep him away from the weapon. When Zero tried to get close to the rock spires, rocky spikes came jutting out of the spires. Zero wasn't able to avoid being cut by a few of the spikes. Zero quickly jumped back a few paces while he wiped a bit of blood off a cut on his cheek. With his target defenseless, Jared took a chance to strike. He ran at Zero and swung at him. Zero prepared to avoid this attack, but instead of continuing his swing, Jared faked the boy out and followed up by kicking him in the chest when he got within range. Zero hit the ground hard, but he had no time to catch his breath as Jared jumped into the air and tried to impale him with his axe. Zero rolled out of the way of the attack, narrowly avoiding the axe as it slammed into the ground. While Jared worked on pulling his axe out of the ground, Zero got back on his feet again and made a beeline for the rock spires keeping his weapon trapped. As he ran, Jared pulled his axe out of the ground and turned towards Zero again. Jared ran after Zero while he lifted his axe in preparation for another attack. Even though he had managed to grab his weapon, Jared was a step ahead of him. When Zero had attempted to get out of the circle of broken rock spires, Jared was standing over him, ready to swing his axe at him. When Jared swung the axe down on Zero, he tried to block with his sword. "You're not strong enough to hold back my attack forever, Zero. After all, you've already lost," Jared pointed out. Zero didn't respond, mostly because he was putting everything he had into holding back Jared's attack. Jared was already prepared to put an end to the fight with his rock spire circle, but he was forced to move away and avoid a kitchen knife that was flying right at his head. "That's quite enough, dear. You're trying to invoke his awakening, not kill him," a woman's voice calmly pointed out. Walking towards the scene from the house was a short, brown haired woman wearing an apron over her light blue sundress. Zero let out a long sigh of relief when he finally got the chance to relax. "You're a lifesaver, mom," Zero said. The woman gave Zero a small smile before she returned her attention to Jared. "You're being far too rough with him, Jared. He isn't another one of your trainees from back in the old days. Plus, instead of nearly trying to kill our son, you could be inside, helping with dinner. You know we have a guest coming over tonight, but here you are." Zero's mom continued while Jared made his way over to her. "Christa, you need to understand that I'm-" "I'm sorry, you're what?" Christa questioned. Several knives created from water materialized in her hands as she glared at her husband. Jared quickly glanced over to Zero for a moment, then back to his wife. "I'll go get cleaned up and help get dinner started. That's what I wanted you to understand," Jared quickly replied once he thought up something. The axe in his hands disappeared and the man started running towards the house in a panic. Once Jared was gone, the knives in Christa's hands vanished and she returned her attention to Zero, who was also a bit frightened from his mother's sudden change of tone. She simply smiled and helped him stand back up. "Why don't you put that sword away and go inside? It'll be time for dinner soon," Christa asked with a smile. "Y-yes, ma'am!" Zero replied right away as he turned towards the back of the yard towards an old wooden shed. Before he could take more than a few steps, Christa put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around. With the same calm smile on her face he was used to seeing, Christa put a hand on Zero's head. "Don't take what your father says so hard. Even if he's rough with you during training, he does love you. We both love you," Christa said, but Zero shrugged and turned away from her. "Yeah, I know. Why do you say that every day? It's kind of annoying," Zero replied before he started walking towards the shed. Christa reached out for him as he walked away while she looked down at the ground. "Because we don't want you to go back to how you used to be," Christa whispered to herself. Once Zero had put away the sword, he went inside and returned to his room to get a bit of rest. He spent a few minutes pretending to swing around a sword as a bit of self practice before he let out a low sigh and lowered his hand. "It's been five years since I started my training. I wonder when I'll finally get powers like mom and Jared," Zero questioned himself while he lied down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. 'Maybe if I had a weapon of my own and powers like them, I could do something. Go to school like normal kids or maybe do some good for the world like some kind of superhero...' Zero thought to himself. He shook his head while he sat up. "Instead, I'm stuck here in a nowhere town where everyone knows everyone. Nothing ever happens around this place. I could be using my skills for something productive," Zero said to himself while he stood up. He threw on a t-shirt he had laying on the floor and decided to confront his parents about it. On his way down the stairs, he could hear his parents talking with someone. Zero stopped when he heard the voices and slowly snuck down the steps, peeking into the living room to find Christa and Jared sitting on one of the couches in the living room with an unfamiliar man in a gray t-shirt sitting in a chair across from them, taking a sip from a teacup. "And that's generally where things stand right now. It's been a mess over there since the first incident two years ago. The police say it's due to unknown causes, but that's a load of crap. Check these out," the man said, opening up a folder and tossing a number of pictures onto the coffee table between the three adults. Jared picked up one of the images, but all he could see was a blurry black figure with golden eyes surrounded by red. "Bruce, what the hell are these? Is this some kind of joke?" Jared questioned while he threw the picture back onto the table. "These are pictures taken by someone who claims to have seen monsters in Star City, the same place where the first incident took place. In his story, he's also claiming that these same monsters are responsible for a number of disappearances over the past year," Bruce replied. Jared sighed and shook his head. "And why are you coming to us with your little monster story? We're out of the business now, Bruce. We already have enough to worry about between Zero's training and the assassins he's sending after us," Jared said. "Come on, Titan. You and Scarlet Blade here are professionals. A little monster problem is nothing for a duo like you. I'm giving you two a prime opportunity here to get back in the business. You can even get your son in on-" "Out of the question," Christa said. "Are you serious? A little field experience could do the boy some good. He won't improve just from physical training and sparring matches he can't win," Bruce asked. "As I said, out of the question. Zero will not leave our protection until we feel he is ready. Now, I suggest you drop this little suggestion or else," Christa replied while the air around her began to get colder. Bruce leaned back in his chair as he watched a smile slowly make it's way onto Christa's face. "How about I just give you two some time to think things over?" Bruce asked while he slowly started gathering up the pictures and his folder. "There's nothing to think about, Bruce. We're not going to-" "That's just what you're thinking right now, Earth Titan. Sit down over some tea and talk it over. I'll be back just in time for dinner," Bruce said before Jared could finish talking. The man stood up and started making his way towards the front door. Hearing the approaching footsteps, Zero hurried back up the stairs to hide from Bruce. The man stopped in front of the door, turning back towards Jared and Christa. "You two should seriously consider this offer. I came here to you as a friend. This is a well paying mission just to deal with some monsters, and I'd hate to see you pass it up. After all, this whole thing may be more than it looks like on paper. Keep that in mind when you're making your decision," Bruce said, his tone suddenly becoming serious. Once he said his piece, he opened up the door and walked outside. Jared and Christa were left alone to consider Bruce's offer and the information he had given them. "What do you think, Christa? If what Bruce said is right, this job should be simple enough for the two of us to take on," Jared said, but Christa shook her head. "I think we should focus more on Zero's training. After all, it was because we were busy with that mercenary work that he ended up..." Christa answered, stopping herself before she finished her sentence. "You may be right. Even though that power has shown no signs of surfacing, we can't leave Zero here by himself," Jared said. "Then it's agreed. When Bruce comes back later for dinner, we'll decline his offer. After all, it's important that we monitor Zero's condition, especially considering that mad scientist is out there somewhere," Christa said while she stood up and grabbed Bruce's leftover cup from off the table. She glanced over to the door for a moment, considering what Bruce had said before he left. After a moment, she shook her head and started walking into the kitchen. While Jared and Christa were in the middle of their conversation, Zero returned to his room and sat down on his bed while he thought about what he heard. 'Monsters in Star City, huh? I know there used to be talk on the news about strange things going on around there, but those reports suddenly stopped a few months ago? That Bruce guy said it was an easy job. Maybe it's something even I could do, but...' Zero thought to himself, clenching his fists when he remembered what Christa had said. 'Zero will not leave our protection until we feel he is ready,' Zero remembered hearing his mother say to Bruce. He slowly stood up and walked towards the door while he clenched his fists. "How long will that be, though? Until they're old and grey? I might not have any powers yet, but I know I have what it takes to fight off a few monsters by myself," Zero said while he put on his shoes and walked out of his room. As he made his way down the stairs, he could hear Christa barking orders to Jared, who was in the middle of cleaning up the backyard. Without bothering to check up on when dinner would be done, Zero walked out the front door and began walking away from the house. Zero and his family lived in a small, two story house surrounded by trees. They lived away from any neighbors to avoid noise complaints during Zero's training sessions. Black curtains covered the windows to make it seem like nobody was home. At the same time, however, Zero felt like it was another way his parents tried to seclude him from anyone his age living in the small town. As he walked away, a figure in a gray cloak watched him, then turned towards the house. The thick black chains wrapped around his arms rattled a bit when he moved. "The target has been found," the man said quietly to himself. 'It must be nice...to live however you want,' Zero thought to himself, sitting on a swing while he watched a couple of kids running around, playing tag. After he left the house, he made his way to the local elementary school's playground in order to get away from home for a bit. The kids were too busy with their game to really notice Zero. He let out a sigh, looking towards the slowly setting sun. "Why am I stuck in this town? Why do they watch me and keep me contained like I'm some prisoner or something? " Zero wondered, looking back down at the kids. As he watched them running and laughing without a care in the world, an image of a young, black haired girl flashed through his mind. Zero slowly closed his eyes, turning away from the kids. "One day, I won't just be an outsider. I'll explore the world and help people. I'll be more like normal people. Maybe I'll even awaken my power," Zero said to himself, smiling a bit. He slowly opened his eyes when he heard a faint growling coming from close by. A part of him was glad that nobody else was around to hear his stomach growl. "Looks like it's about that time. Dinner should be done by now. Mom will kill me if I'm not there soon," Zero added, standing up and walking away from the swingset. As he started walking away, a single thought came to his mind. 'Who was that girl? Why did she seem so familiar?' Zero thought to himself. He shook his head when no details about the girl and who she might've been came to mind. "I must just be tired. Jared hasn't been holding back in training the past few days. I think the old man is getting paranoid or something with all that talk about assassins. Even if I asked about it, they probably wouldn't tell me anything," Zero said, stopping when he realized he was already on the path back to his house. While he knew the school wasn't too far away, he had not expected to get back so quickly. Zero looked towards the house and let out a sigh. As Zero made his way back to his house, he would take occasional glances towards the trees in case his dad was planning on surprising him and scolding him for going out before dinnertime. Luckily for him, he managed to reach the front door of the house without incident. He took one final glance around before he opened up the door. "I'm back," Zero tried to say, but when he opened up the door, his nose was hit by a strong, metallic scent. Zero took a few careful steps back as the door slowly opened up. None of the lights in the house were on, but thanks to the light of the sunset, Zero was able to spot something near the bottom of the stairs. From where Zero was standing, he could see a familiar piece of light blue cloth with several dark red splotches on it. Zero slowly stepped into the house when he saw the cloth, trying to endure the strong smell that would assault his nose when he stepped inside. 'This looks a lot like the dress mom was wearing. Did she get into a fight with Jared or something?' Zero wondered, quickly shaking his head and dismissing the thought from his mind. 'No, that's impossible. Jared may be a bit of a meathead and a dirty fighter, but he wouldn't lay a hand on mom. If anything, she'd be the one hurting him,' he added, walking towards the living room. Using the sunlight to guide him, Zero walked along the wall towards the nearest light switch in order to brighten up the room. When he saw the state of the living room, a part of him wanted to just turn off the lights and pretend the whole thing was a dream. The room was in shambles. The two large couches had been thrown around, both of them full of holes. The coffee table that was once in the middle of the room was broken into pieces while pieces of the broken table were lodged into the wall along with several knives that were likely from the kitchen. The TV had been thrown in a random direction, and like the couches, was filled with holes. Other than the knives, there were large cuts and streaks of blood on the walls. "What the hell...?" Zero finally said after getting a good look at the scene. His eyes followed the trail of chaos towards the hall leading to the dining room and kitchen. Zero took a deep breath, ignoring the strong smell all around him and started walking towards the kitchen. On his way, he tried to listen for any noises or sounds of fighting, but he heard nothing except his own footsteps as he walked across the wooden floor. 'What is going on here? Where's mom and Jared?' Zero wondered, stopping in front of a closet door in the hall on the way to the kitchen. When he opened up the door, he found a series of swords, hand axes and knives shoved inside. Zero quickly grabbed a sword and closed the closet door, turning back towards the kitchen. He continued moving down the hall, keeping the sword close to him just in case. Like the living room, the lights in the kitchen weren't on, but the smell of blood was much stronger compared to the living room. The overwhelming smell made Zero stop walking. He slowly inched forward towards the dark kitchen, unaware that his arms were shaking as he moved. Stepping into the dark kitchen, Zero slowly reached for the closest switch on the wall to turn the kitchen lights on. Like the living rooms, there were clear signs of a struggle. In the dining room, the table had been broken in half while broken pieces of glass bowls littered the floor. Food had been left laying on the floor. More holes and bloodstains littered the walls and the three chairs that were once at the table were nothing but broken piles of wood. When Zero looked towards the kitchen, he noticed a single, large pool of blood in front of the oven along with a drag mark leading to the backyard. Seeing no other options, Zero followed the trail of blood to the backyard, but the moment he stepped outside and looked towards where the trail of blood ended, his eyes widened. Two pale figures were hung up from the tree by their necks with black chains. Their bodies were covered in deep cuts and their clothes stained with blood. At the base of the tree was a greataxe and a rapier. Standing at the base of the tree was a single man with short grey hair and a grey cloak covered in blood. Thick black chains were wrapped around his arms and made a faint rattling noise whenever he moved. The man slowly turned towards Zero, meeting his gaze with deep purple eyes. "You're too late."
  6. So before we get into it, let me just say that this is still just a first draft. Any feedback or opinions on how it is or what I can improve on would be greatly appreciated. I know there are some people who think that prologues shouldn't be a thing in writing, but since this does sort of bring up the central problem, I made a prologue and have no reason to just make this Chapter 1 since my plans for that chapter take place at least a year after this prologue's events. I will also note that, yes, this is an original work by me. It's actually a complete overhaul of the very first writing project I ever started...so yeah. Please enjoy. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. 'This world is a rotten place. Mankind does nothing but kill and destroy each other and everything around them. Such a world needs to be changed. With the power gifted to me, I will create a new world to replace this terrible one.' "The time has come for everything to begin," a man said to himself as he walked through the quiet nighttime streets towards the park in the center of the city. He was wearing a long black coat and a hood to keep his identity hidden from the occasional person who walked by him on his way to his destination. "There aren't too many people out tonight. That's good. It'll make this easier," the man mumbled while he walked into the park. When he didn't spot anyone as he made his way towards the center of the park, the man smiled a bit. At the same time, he was beginning to hesitate. He stopped walking and looked towards the old wooden clock tower that sat in the center of the park, tightening the grip on the thick black book in his hands as he considered whether or not he was doing the right thing. As his doubts began to rise, a voice began to ring through his mind. 'Why do you hesitate, Issac? You have trained your body and mind for months to prepare yourself for this ritual. Do you not wish to bring judgement to the humans? Is it no longer your desire to take vengeance for the woman you cared so deeply about? By giving up on this mission now, you are accepting her murder caused no harm to your own soul,' the voice explained. Issac bit his lip while he looked down at the ground. After a moment of silence, he raised his head again. "N-no, you're right. It's too late to go back now. Using the magic of this book is the only way," Issac finally replied before he continued to walk. 'We must hurry. The moon is nearly in position,' the voice pointed out. Issac gave a simple nod and picked up the pace a bit in order to make his way over to the center of the park. Sitting in the center of Star City's park was a large, wooden clock tower. Hanging above the clock tower was the full moon. All the conditions had been met for Issac's plans. "There's no turning back. Awaken, Circle of the Red Moon!" Issac said to himself before he called out the spell he had memorized. Responding to the spell, a large red circle appeared on the ground in front of Issac. A second, smaller circle appeared inside the first one, followed by a series of strange symbols in between the two circles. In the middle of the circle, a crescent moon shape appeared and began to let off a faint red glow. Issac stepped into the circle and looked up towards the top of the clock tower. With a deep breath, he opened up the book in his hands and flipped to a page he had bookmarked. "Shadow of darkness, hear my call! I offer my light to bring the crimson blight to this world. Within this crimson circle, I ask of thee to spawn forth the cursed souls of the moon of red. Spread their malice throughout this land, using this clock tower as your host," Issac began to read. As he recited the spell, the words on the book's pages began to glow. The circle also began to react as the symbols between the two circles began to release a black mist around Issac's feet. Issac began to feel strange once the black mist began to swirl around him. Slowly, the mist began to rise up his leg, covering his feet in darkness. "W-what is this? What's going on?!" Issac questioned as the mist slowly engulfed his legs. At the same time, he began to feel a sharp pain in his stomach, causing him to drop the book to the ground and clutch his stomach. Issac soon fell to his hands and knees, coughing up blood. The mist took the chance to further engulf the man's body, covering his hands and knees. 'You must give yourself completely to the darkness for the ritual to complete. Fail to do this and it shall consume you. The power has already begun to slowly eat away at your body,' the voice in Issac's head said. Issac bit his lip while he tried to endure the slowly growing pain he felt as the mist ran up his arms and thighs. He couldn't feel his arms and legs by this point. "This pain...is it like what she felt when she was murdered?" Issac asked. He glanced up at the moon, the only remaining light among the slowly consuming darkness around him. He wanted to reach up towards the moon and feel it's light on his hand, but such a thing was impossible in his current state. Shortly before the dark mist took his entire body, Issac closed his eyes. "I want to deliver judgement to the selfish masses. I want to change this world. Light, darkness, it doesn't matter anymore. If I can bring back the woman I love, I don't care what happens to me. Twist my body with darkness if that's what it takes. Take my light away and lead me to a path I'll likely regret. Just...allow me to see her again. Mary...seeing her again is all I ask," Issac said. For a brief moment, the black mist stopped it's assault of it's target's body. Instead of trying to consume him, the black mist slowly seeped into Issac's skin until none of it remained, leaving the man alone in the activated magic circle. Once the black mist was gone, Issac opened his eyes again. He picked up the book from off the ground and slowly stood back up. His hood had slipped off his head, revealing his smooth black hair. Once he had gotten back on his feet, he stumbled a bit, but stood inside the magic circle. He was unaware of what the mist had done to him, but he felt a surge of power he didn't have before. He was unaware of it at the time, but his blue eyes had become red. He had no time to guess what the mist did to him due to the voice in his head speaking to him once again. 'The time has come, Issac. With the power of darkness, finish the ritual,' the voice ordered. With a simple nod, Issac flipped back to his bookmarked page, cleared his throat, and continued the ritual. "My soul is one with darkness. I no longer fear the darkness. Grant me the immortal army! Come forth, Red Moon Demons! Return to this world under the light of the crimson moon, and follow the order of your new master! Let this clock tower be the host of your power and be free once more!" Issac read off the page. The outer circle responded to the spell by shooting a bright red light high up into the sky. While the light was keeping Issac hidden, a ball of darkness formed in Issac's free hand. A smile crept up on his face as he aimed his hand towards the clock tower and launched the ball. It pierced through the wall of light and made contact with the clock tower, coating the entire wooden structure in an aura of darkness for a moment. Once the curse was set, the light from the magic circle died down and the entire circle dissapeared. Issac let out a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he could hear several voices behind him. When he turned around, several men and women were gathered in front of him. Some of them were clearly trying to go to sleep judging by their clothes while others had likely either been passing by or went to investigate the light shooting up at the sky. "Who is that guy? He's creepy looking," a woman asked "Does he realize what time it is?" another man questioned. "Isn't that guy suppose to be the new teacher at the high school?" a younger girl pointed out. Each of the people had their own thoughts and questions as to why Issac was at the clock tower and what he was doing at such a late hour. Issac bit his lip as he considered his options. 'Do not worry yourself about this filth. The spell should be activating any moment now,' the voice said to Issac. A few moments after Issac had been reassured, the bell of the clock tower began to ring, signaling it was now midnight. The bell was extremely loud and echoed through the entire city. With each toll of the bell, the air all around the city began to grow heavier. By the sixth toll, the streetlights all around the city began to flicker on and off before abruptly turning off completely. On the eighth toll, a light fog began to slowly roll in from nowhere. As the bell tolled, the moon had slowly began to change. When the twelfth and final toll of the clock tower's bell rang through the city, the moon and sky had changed completely into a dark red. The eerie red light shone down on the entirety of Star City, lighting up the city a bit. "What the hell?! What happened to the moon?!" a man shouted. "Forget the moon! My phone isn't working!" a woman added. "What's with this fog? What's going on here?!" another man questioned while Issac simply stood and watched the group, looking down at the ground. In the corner of his eye, he could see a hole of darkness slowly opening up in the ground near the clock tower. Several more of the same holes began to open up all around the park which made the small group of people even more scared. One by one, inky black hands rose out of the holes. They grabbed onto the edge of their individual holes, as if they were attempting to pull themselves out. From each of the holes came a humanoid figure, around the height of human adults. Their bodies were an inky black with horns coming out of their heads. With their five clawed fingers, the creatures pulled themselves out of the holes and looked around with glowing golden eyes. "Monsters!" one of the men in the group shouted. The rest of the group had their own moment to scream and shout before they split up in multiple directions. Unfortunately for them, once the monsters had gotten their bearings, they gave chase right away. The group stood no chance at all as the monsters began their ruthless assault. While some were lucky to only have their necks sliced open, others were nowhere near as fortunate as the creatures pounced on them and tore them to shreds with their claws. 'Watch and behold, Issac. These demons are your minions. Take in the fear of these humans. Let their torment make you strong as your soldiers deliver the judgement that will change the world,' the voice said to Issac. Instead of watching the bloodshed, Issac turned away. "All of your sacrifices are for the greater good. Accept your death and let the woman I love return to this world," Issac said while he closed his eyes in an attempt to ignore the screams and cries for help. "Do you honestly think it is that simple? These powerless humans will not be enough for what you seek," the voice pointed out. "What do you mean? I did what you said and summoned the demons. I accepted darkness into my body. What more do I need to do?!" Issac questioned. "Patience, human. There is much we must do. For now, let us depart from this place. The demons shall take care of the witnesses. You will need to replenish your energy," the voice replied. Issac slowly began to move his free hand towards his head as the voice spoke. He moved his hand away when he let out a yawn. Issac shook his head a bit while he started walking away from the clock tower. He didn't bother to look back at the chaos being caused by the newly released demons as he walked away. 'All of this will be worth it in the end,' Issac convinced himself.
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