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  1. Berhanu never wanted to see Preja Bog again. It had felt like a lifetime since he had crawled out of that mire and escaped from her grasp. That horrible woman who’s very touch morphed and changed his flesh, causing him the most pain he could ever imagine. He did not even have a similar pain to compare it to. When Babica changed someone, she didn’t allow their brains to turn off during the procedure. She let them experience every agonizing second of it with absolutely perfect clarity to ensure they would become her frothing mad minions that she could control. The vast majority of the time, it broke her subjects' wills and minds and rendered them little more than frothing mad beasts ready to attack anyone she points to. For those she thinks will be able to handle it, she offers them the status of Warlock, granting them magic items within their bodies for them to use. Occasionally, someone like Berhanu slipped through the cracks. He stared into his paladin hammer, shimmering with holy light as he looked upon his reflection. He couldn’t remember what his old face looked like anymore. It had felt so long ago. All that looked back at him now was the face of a well groomed wolf with a custom fit helm with the insignia of his Goddess the Golden Maiden upon it. He stood tall at eight feet five inches with powerfully built muscles adorned with MageCrafted Gold Armor. Normally, gold was not a substance that lent itself to being armor, however in the hands of a MageCrafter it could be whatever they wished it to be. The MageCrafter that worked the forges of the Golden Maiden’s Paladin legions was such a being. Berhanu knew the lad quite well, and was part of the reason why he ended up pledging his oaths to his Goddess. He did not remember who he was in his past life much before Babica had changed him. He knew enough to know that he was a waste of a human before, a wretch of an adventurer that was no better than a Bandit. A scum of a human who only thought of himself. He followed one bad crowd to another until one fateful day he had taken a dark ad off of the Adventurers guild wall. He had thought nothing of killing goblins by that point in his life. He had thought nothing of it until that boy had confronted him on what he had been really doing. That boy that turned the air he was breathing into such a frigid cold that it threatened to seize his very lungs with the chill of it. He could still remember his dominating presence. A presence that should not be able to emit out of a lad like that, yet it did all the same. He had told the boy back then that he had taken an ad to deal with a Goblin Infestation. Never before had he been really made to think about what he was actually saying until that boy had nearly killed him for his words. “Care to repeat that last line one more time, Anti Demi Human Filth.” That boy had growled at him in such a frigid tone, almost colder than the air he made Berhanu breathe at the time. “and this time phrase it in a way that won't cause me to make what Babica will do to you look like a tender mercy.” Most of his old life was gone from his mind. His name was one that was given to him after he had taken his oaths, and one that he now wore with pride. Even if he could remember his old name, he wouldn’t want it anymore. That old person died the day Babica got a hold of him and turned him into one of her monstrosities. Somehow he had been able to recover some of his sanity back and crawl out of the borders of Preja Bog. Normally he would have been killed on the spot, but due to a series of strange circumstances and friends he ended up making along the way, He found himself reforged as Berhanu, The ‘Wolfkin’ Paladin. The cover story was that he was one of the Demi human races. One of the more animal-esque ones that didn’t even have a human face. A true wolfkin would be able to tell he was not one of them, but for the humans of Silbel such a distinction did not matter. The Golden Maiden Faith was an independent force within Silbel from the Gughian Empire. One of the stipulations of their churches being there was their practitioners were exempt from the collaring laws of magic users and MageCrafters. The tradeoff was those paladins and clerics and priests who joined the Golden Maidens forces gave up their citizenship to Silbel and became citizens of Gughia as soon as their oaths were successfully accepted and they gained their attunement slots. It was not a deal Silbel was particularly fond of, and they were in constant talks to try and overturn it, yet for now such was the state of things. At the moment they were scouting the outskirts of Preja Bog. The very act of being near the place made his fur stand on end. He whispered prayers to his goddess for strength, trying to put the traumatic memories of what the hag giant did to him out of his thoughts. If his Goddess needed his company here, he would serve her and do so. Something was in the air however. He could taste the sharp shift in ozone in the atmosphere even though the sky was still so clear. Focusing some natural magic into his helm, he enhanced his golden wolf eyes and zoomed his vision in to see what could be causing such a disturbance. His heart nearly jumped into his throat when he had spotted the Boy. The very boy who had confronted him those years ago. He was older now and far more nicely dressed but he was unmistakably the same person. “C-Captain! You should take a look at this.” Berhanu called out over his shoulder. It had taken him ages to learn how to speak with his new mouth, but he managed it now, though it still had the strange eccentricities of wolf whines and growls to it. A Blond woman with a stern face and impressively polished MageCrafted Gold armor strode up to Berhanu’s side and used her helm much like he did to observe the Mining village. “By the Maiden, what the hell is happening over there.” She breathed in alarm as she watched the figure transfigure into what looked like a hero of old as swirling blue magical circles appeared above and below him. Berhanu’s eyes widened in even more alarm as he spotted why the boy was casting his spell. “Holy Light! She left her bog! She’s bearing down a legion right on that village. By the Maiden I’ve never seen so many wyverns! We have to do something.” It was at that moment that the boy shot the orb into the sky, and suddenly the entire sky became black and started to pour down so much rain that it was deafening. The Paladins and clerics backed up in alarm and looked up at the sky that had once been so clear that was now draped in the worst storm they had ever seen. “What in the Pantheon’s name is that Wizard?! How many attunments does he have?!” Berhanu’s captain yelled out in disbelief. They had to shield their eyes as lightning bolts began to light up the sky in such awe inspiring numbers they could not keep a proper gaze on what was happening. What they could glean was horrifying to behold. “By the Pantheon. The boy is taking on Babica Preja and her legion all on his own. Look at the size of that Hail! Any one of those would down a ship at sea without effort! What is that boy?! Surely no mortal has such powers!” “Men!” Berhanu’s captain called out to the rest of their company. “I want all eyes observing this situation. I want anything of interest to be noted down. We are going to be sending this information directly back to the Central Church to see if we can divine what is happening in this place today.” “A-Are those Tornadoes!?” *** Babica had never felt such rage and hatred towards an adversary in her life. At least the Necromancers had the dignity to meet her forces with their own. This wretched brat hit behind his onslaught of magical attacks from a safe distance while he kept laying down this confounded Mase of Thick sheets of ice. Were she in her prime she’d just smash her way through those massive walls of ice instead of sending her wolves through that labyrinth, but she had to get them out of this Hail and lightning that kept shredding through her forces. The ground between preja bog and this infuriating mining village was painted red with the blood, gore, and charred remains of so many of her creations. So many hours of work strewn on this battlefield before she could even look at this coward in the eye! As her dwindling army funneled into this Labyrinth that still had walls falling out of the sky to add to it’s complexity, she crouched onto the ground and channeled her attunement slots into her suit. She was done waiting to meet this coward in person again. She was going to launch herself right over to the village to meet him in combat one on one like a proper combatant she knew from the Heroes of Old. She had respect for those vaunted adventurers from yesteryear, this upstart had earned none of hers this day! Her body sailed into the air through the never ending sheets of rain, leaping off several of the falling glacier sized hail as she moved her way through the air towards the village. She treated his massive hail like platforms to bound off of, hugging onto their surface and leaping off them with such force they shattered in midair. Her army could make it the rest of the way to the village, but for now she needed to deal with this Upstart at the source and give some relief to her forces. One falling glacier after another shattered in the air as she picked up speed, leaping with ever greater force and savageness as the village came into view. She saw the lad floating in the air draped in robes and wearing a wizard hat. She snapped her limbs against her body as she sailed downwards, cutting through the wind as she fell towards her adversary with the full intent on biting him out of the sky with her powerful werewolf jaws. “THREE FOLD ATTUNMENT, SPEED OF THE TIGER GOD!” A red flash of light sprang up from the ground towards her at speeds she had not seen since she had fought the Barbarians from so long ago. Before she knew what was happening the fist of a ruby haired boy crashed into her jaw at blinding speeds and rocked her brain in it’s casing as he utterly changed her momentum. What just happened?! The second the red haired and tanned boy touched the muddy ground below he shot forward in such speed that he caused waves of mud to erupt out on either side of him before he took back into the air and met Babica that was careening out of control, gripping the Hag Giant by her tail and forcefuly slamming the figure down on top of a residence, shattering the building utterly as her over sixty foot body shook the ground. Before she could even get her bearings the lad sped away from her, the red light quickly picking up momentum on the ground and disrupting the mud and rain as he passed before slamming his elbow right into her dazed face, punching her through several buildings and crashing her back into the mines, causing the entrance to cave in as she slumped to the ground. Babica roared in outrage and began to grow eyes all over her body, eyes of so many of her victims that comprised the suit she was wearing and began to scan the area in earnest for this new assailant. From the force of his blows he must be giant blooded, she thought with some frustration as she wiped blood off of her mouth. The second one of those eyes spot this ruby haired welp she was going to send disintegration rays his way. She was done playing around! She certainly tried, strangely brownish orange colored beams fired out of the eyes that grew from her body as they tried to get a lock on the speeding red haired lad, disintegrating one building after another into dust as she tried to corner him. She hated using this move because of how much of her attunement slots it required, and should any of those eyes get damaged while she was using this that would spell bad news for her. Almost as if in response to that very thought, Maids began to dart from around buildings she hadn’t hit yet and started firing a hail of silver bolts towards her. Between her trying to keep a bead on the obnoxiously fast Giantblooded boy and now fending off these silver bolts that sped towards her like the rain from above, she soon found her eyes getting skewered by their onslaught. The Curse of Exhaustion hit her, though not as bad as someone who only had three attunement slots. It was more than enough for her to pull her eyes back into her body and try a different tactic. This upstart! This coward refused to even meet her in battle head on! *** Babica was coming. She finally gave up on the idea of showing up with her legion in the village and decided it was time to face Baldric on her own. Good. He was wondering when she was finally going to get impatient with how many losses she was getting. No matter how many his lovely assistants ended up mowing down, facing Babica with any kind of backup is not a desirable situation. He needed her separated from her army, and he needed to keep that army busy while they handled her. He monitored her approach as he called down to the maids and Count Raudh. “Raudh, How long can you use Speed of the Tiger God?” He called down, augmenting his voice with his illusory powers. Count Raudh, who was only just now recovering from the display he had been seeing shouted back up at Baldric. “I’ve managed to get it up to about ten seconds but that’s about it. Why?” “Ten seconds is plenty. Babica is coming.” The Maids and Raudh looked apprehensive, but Lord Baldric steeled his voice and took on a commanding tone. “Count Raudh, Do your Country proud and get that Hag Bitch dazed and confused. If you can, knock her into the mines so we can maximize the cover we get from the village. After you do that I will use my illusions to make it seem like you’re still running around to draw her fire. I don’t think you can take her head on without the Tiger Godspeed, so don’t even bother. Maids!” He turned his attention to the maids present, “If she starts growing anything, and I do mean anything out of that wolf body of hers, I want you to crossbow the fuck out of them. Get your Rapid Fire Crossbows with silver ammunition from the carriage, she’ll be here any second.” “Yes master!” The altercation between Raudh and Babica went better than expected. She must have been getting really desperate because she was not monitoring her surroundings at all when the Count had punched into her jaw. He felt something of an inward groan at all the homes being destroyed as those brief ten seconds dragged on, but the Bertolde estate would easily be able to help with any rebuilding efforts after the fact. Empty buildings were the last priority right now. Even with those well coordinated strikes, Raudh had only roughed Babica up a little bit. Since she is so much older and more haggard now, she can’t take quite as much punishment as she could back in the day. Now that he was seeing her in action she didn’t seem to have as sharp a mind in combat either anymore. She must have gotten rusty and complacent in her old age. He maneuvered an illusory Count Raudh around at high speeds as he drew her disintegration rays. Her eyes were the most troublesome part of her. She had taken notes off of Beholders and learned how to weaponize eyes into ways of channeling and aiming magic. She technically is even worse since she has so many more eyes than one of those floating eyeball monstrosities. He had his maids move in to fire upon her as soon as she grew out those eyes of hers. While the maids were in actuality on their stomachs firing from that prostrate position on the rain drenched ground, he used his illusions to make it look like they were standing straight up and off center from where they actually were. Between the rain, lightning, darkness, and being rocked by Count Raudh’s attacks she would not be able to tell where those bolts were really coming from. By the time she’d see the maids moving away, she’d be following the fake ones with her eyes instead of the real ones. There was another reason why he had wanted her by the mines as well. High in the sky trained right at the entrance, one of his largest collections of Parallel Baldric and steam MageCrafting assistants were managing and crafting the single most difficult state of Water at their disposal. Super-heated steam. Unlike their visible counterpart, super-heated steam is completely and entirely transparent and is so hot and dry that it borders on the dominion of fire. It is just on the cusp of crossing over to an entirely different dominion while still being under his MageCrafting control. However it being so close to crossing over makes it excessively dangerous to manage in person. Which is why they were handling it so high in the sky. They were condensing and forcing this impossibly hot and clear pocket of dry super-heated steam so compactly that they were trembling with the exertion they had to put into maintaining its shape. Even MageCrafted Ice would melt under the heat of this small compact sphere. With the efforts of the crew working on this orb of dry super-heated steam and scrying assistants helping to line up the shot on the Giant, Lord Baldric down below moved into position. *** “There you are Dearie! I was wondering when you’d show your face!” Babica roared out as the cloaked and wizard hat wearing Lord Baldric floated imposingly into view. She could tell that he was killing even more of her army within his Labyrinth of thick ice walls right now, which infuriated her even more. What added to that was the fact that this Upstart didn’t even see fit to talk with her. “What’s wrong! No Snark, no bravado boy!?” She screeched in indignation as she grew out her chainsaw tongues from out of all parts of her body. She would rip this brat to shreds if it was the last thing she did! Lord baldric raised his hand and summoned forth several glowing blue glyphs in front of his hand, which spun and adjusted in strange ways before he used his other hand to make a sweeping gesture and roared out a single word in a voice that sounded like a chorus of voices. Her eyes widened in alarm as a sudden and violent rise in temperature slammed into her from above that was so intense that even her MageCrafted flame retardant fur burst into flame from the sheer temperatures of it. She had never been hit with an attack so hot before! A fireball was positively frigid in comparison to the pure heat that just slammed into her from above and utterly shriveled her chainsaw tongues before they even got to rev their teeth up. Babica shrieked in pain as she had to focus all of her efforts to maintain her Werewolf suit. She could feel some of them die within the creation, and she had to immediately jettison their corpses off of the superstructure while she MageCrafted her suit on the fly to handle these increased temperatures. She could feel Magic items inside of her dying, hitting her with new layers of Exhaustion cursing, making her more sluggish and slower to respond. The heat left after a moment, but the attack had been devastating. Even now she had to regrow charred flesh and fur on her Werewolf suit, and her real body only just managed to escape from such an attack unharmed. However her attunement slots had taken a huge pounding, and it translated to her speed, coordination, and thinking ability getting hampered by almost half on top of what the maids and Count Raudh had done to her earlier. She roared in indignation and mild panic as she leaped forward to try and eat this upstart, however he vanished into a puff of steam right as her teeth clamped down on his form, and her reaction time was so sluggish she couldn’t even stop herself from slamming into a building, caving it in as she slumped into it. All the while Rain continued to pour on this battlefield, and she could hear more and more of her minions in the distance getting slaughtered inside of that labyrinth she had sent them in. She slammed her fist in frustration into the ground over and over again. No! She will not lose to this upstart! She was Babica Preja! Suddenly her attention was drawn to a blackened building in the distance as an awakening like she had never felt before slammed into her field of perception. All the wood she was near turned black and she howled in pain as they suddenly grew spikes that pierced right through her werewolf suit into her body that she could no longer craft after the Dark age wars. She pulled off the spikes and staggered back, looking around to see that all the wooden structures and debris had taken on this dark spikey appearance. She noted with growing alarm that even trees far into the distance that she could see through flashes of lightning had those same spikes. What just happened?! What is inside that building? She got her answer as a door was kicked out of the way and a small lynxian boy with both his eyes and mouth glowing bright white sped out in a crouched position on all fours. The lads head almost immediately snapped in her direction, and he let out such an enraged howl at her that it made her blood run cold. Even as the roar continued the light in his eyes and mouth only grew brighter, making Babica have to shield her eyes and back up as she clung to her side where the blackened spike of wood had stabbed into her earlier. She didn’t even see him rush into her. She didn’t have a second to register it when he leaped off the ground with such force that it created an explosion that ripped the building he came out of to pieces as well as the ground beneath him. Air escaped her lungs as she was sent flying back into the labyrinth with the tiny enraged creature on her. She flew into the thick sheets of ice with such force that they shattered on impact, one after another, battering her body and rattling her bones inside of her werewolf suit. Before she knew it, her head was being dragged along the ground as a hail of tiny fists began to piston into her face, alternating from left to right at such blinding speeds she couldn’t even keep track of it all. Her werewolf teeth flew off in all directions and her werewolf face caved in completely as the glowing eyed and mouthed lynxian kept slamming his fists into her, his body a blur to any onlookers who could see him. His punching turned to ripping, grabbing hunks of her werewolf suit and tossing them away like he was opening up a macabre birthday present instead of ripping into one of the most feared creatures in Silbel. She tried to punch him, tried to fight back, but every time she raised her hands to grab him he shattered her fingers and even ripped some of them off with a vicious yank of his hands. She had never seen something so powerful and so enraged in her entire life. It terrified her. Soon her head and neck was fully exposed as she ground to a stop in the middle of the slaughtering grounds where so many of her creations had perished to ice shrapnel, tornadoes, and lightning bolts. Babica tried desperately to do anything at all to get this Lynxian off of her, but to her horror she was utterly helpless to something so much smaller than her. Babica felt her head be roughly and violently slammed back into the ground over and over by the lynxian, jack hammering the back of her head into the muddy ground and creating a bigger and bigger crater that pooled with muddy water and blood from her minions. Still he kept slamming her, now holding onto her neck and squeezing down with such force as he kept pounding her head into the ground below that it wasn’t long before her head was submerged in mud. Again she tried to punch him, to grow something out of her suit to fight him, all were ripped to pieces by his hands and teeth before he went back to focusing on throttling her neck into the flooding mud puddle she found herself suffocating in. She didn’t want to die like this. She was a warrior! She was supposed to die in the heat of battle. Right now she never felt more helpless in her life. She began to try and scream out for help under the flood of muddy water, which just resulted in her gurgling and gasping. It was that day that Babica Preja died, her face blue from suffocation from a lynxian she had tried to claim for her own. *** “Come on whipper snapper, we need to calm him down now.” “H-how?” Baldric had never seen anything like what Kotik had just done. He had never seen his little lynxian like that at all before. Between his second awakening and what he had just done to Babica, he had to admit he felt a pang of fear approaching his love. The Old Man would have none of it as he slammed his finger into Baldric’s chest while they walked to the crater where Babica and Kotik was. “Don’t you dare break my boy’s heart, you fucking hear me brat? He adores you and he’s going to need you more than ever now that he’s got all this new power. The surface world is going to start acting real stupid now they know someone like him is up for grabs, and if Kotik gets hurt by any of them I will consider it your fault. You get me?” “I-I understand. What do we do?” “Follow my lead brat.” The old man fearlessly slid down into the crater and walked across the corpse of Babica Preja towards the still terrifyingly angry lynxian who now didn’t know what to do with himself. Kotik tensed up and seemed like he was going to lash out, however he noticed with confusion that The old man was hugging him. It wasn’t much longer before Baldric was hugging him from the other side. They just held him there as he knelt on top of Babica, and slowly but surely his glowing eyes and mouth faded away and was replaced with a horrified and tearful expression as he stared at his hands. “N-nooo..I did it again. I did it again!” He was trembling after he realized he had choked someone to death again after not doing it after so long. After he met the old man he thought he wouldn’t need to do that anymore, but he went and did it again even with Baldric and The old man right here with him. He didn’t want to be the Silbel Strangler. He just wanted for people to not hurt him, that was all. Yet he kept doing it, he kept choking people to death, now he could do it to even giants. He sobbed himself to sleep while being hugged by the two people he cared about most in his life. He didn’t even notice as he drifted off that the Old Man faded away back to the realm he had came from, giving Baldric parting instructions as he did so. Lord Baldric truly felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders as he lifted Kotiik up from that crater like a princess and walked him out of the gore strewn battlefield. They had won, but he knew things were not going to be the same after this point.
  2. Fucking cops gave me a ticket! I bring in a guy who tried to rob a store and carjack someone but all of a sudden my tail light and turn signal is the real problem here! Fucking ungrateful assholes! Of course I was getting all this while the Old Gal wouldn’t fucking turn on in their parking lot. The way they kept hovering around the vehicle looking for more reasons to slap tickets on the damn thing eventually caused me to reach under my car, lift up the front end of the rust bucket by the undercarriage by one hand, and proceed to drag the piece of crap while yelling at them over my shoulder. “I’m going! I’m going! Fucking Christ!” So there I am, walking down the slushy snow covered road, dragging The Old Gal behind me like she’s a goddamn teddy bear and I’m fucking five or something. I make it down a few miles away from the police station when I spot her. I didn’t recognize her at first, I was too busy fuming and trudging along as I kept tugging the old gal along behind me grumpily. However I can recognize Aunt Agatha’s voice anywhere. “That was my spot! I saw it first, you untoward, petulant, sniveling little Cretin!” “Chill the fuck out lady! There’s a whole gas station out here!” I stop mid stride and look into a Gas Station lot and what do I see but Aunt Agatha in the flesh, ranting at some teenage couple who had supposedly taken her preferred spot to fill her tank up. Agatha T. Borisov, one of the more independent and semi retired members of my family. She dresses a bit like Marry Poppins, However her body type is something more akin to a male pro wrestler with boobs. She’s seven feet tall and sporting a chest size somewhere further down the alphabet than normal. She’s also just fat enough to not have defined cuts in her muscles, but not so fat as to hide the fact that she has them. Even through her frilly blouse and petticoat, Black overcoat, Scarf, flowery hat, stockings and high heels, it is plainly obvious that she’d be jacked to hell and back if she dropped a few pounds. I pinch the bridge of my nose and try to drag the old gal further down the road. I do not want to deal with the family right now. “Is that my Little Hunty Wunty over there!?” Came the suddenly gleeful sounding voice of my Aunt who completely forgets her argument and bounds over to me. Note I didn’t say ran over to me. She did not do that. She bounded over to me. As in jumped like one would do in the olympics to clear over one of those polls. The asphalt and ice actually cracks a bit as she lands on her heels and proceeds to scoop me up and spin me around, dragging the old gal along with her as the metal screeches about in my grasp. We make patterns in the sloshed up snow with the poor things tires as we go in circles like that a few times. “Hi Auntie Agatha.” I sigh and let the old gal go. Due to the momentum of being swung about in circles by Agatha, the Old Gal flops over onto her side and almost flips onto her back before deciding against it. Her windows audibly crack and I’m pretty sure I heard her side view mirror snap off somewhere in there. Being spun around by the undercarriage while I was holding onto it probably didn’t help matters any. “What is that hunk of scrap metal you are lugging about Hunty Wunty?” She looks at my pitiful FORD like she was smelling something terrible, “Surely that must have been a vehicle at some point, though I do not dare call it such now.” “It’s my Car Auntie, though I’m pretty sure it’s seen its last days.” “Oh this won’t do at all,” With her face scrunched up like she was looking at something nasty on the side of the road, she proceeds to daintily punt my vehicle away with her high heeled foot. I watch with a long drawn out sigh in her arms as it topples and tumbles away into a ditch somewhere in the distance. Well perhaps there’s something I could salvage in there... Oh. Nope. It blew up. Oh yeah, Old Gal’s super dead now. I just stare at the smoldering vehicle in the ditch and my only real thought is ‘Sure hope I didn’t have anything important in there. I have my wallet right? Aunty Agatha is one of the older and more eccentric members of the family. I’ve never actually worked up the nerve to ask how old she is, but I’m pretty sure she’s at least from the Victorian age. You wouldn’t know that by looking at her though. We Borisov have this strange type of longevity where it takes progressively longer to age one year. I think I only just managed to age a full year in the entirety of my twenties so far, and it only gets longer from there. The second a Borisov hits puberty, the slowdown begins. It’s very slight at first, but even now I'm feeling it. You know how much of a bitch it is to have a teenager body for longer than you are supposed to? It fuckin sucks man. “How is my adorable little Nephew this fine winter day!” She asks while pinching my cheek as bystanders and rubberneckers try to figure out what happened with the smoldering pile of upturned scrap metal and tires. The Old Gal has a secondary explosion that’s even worse than the last for good measure. Jesus, wonder what caused that? “Having a real bad day Auntie not going to lie.” I said, rubbing my hand over my face. You might be wondering why I’m not fighting Agatha holding me like I’m a toddler. Well I would like to direct your attention to the smoldering remains of my vehicle some distance away and ask yourself if you’d be up for protesting on what such a lady wants to do with you? Besides, out of the Borisovs she’s one I have less issues with than most. “Oooh poor thing!” She pinched my cheek again with her gloved hand, making me give her a deadpanned look. “You do know I’m twenty eight now right Auntie?” She lets out a scoffing laugh and waves me off with a gloved hand. “Oh Hunty Wunty, get to your centennial birthday and we’ll talk about calling you an adult!” she laughs wealthily at her own joke. Yes I said laughing wealthily. You know damn well what I mean by that too. That haughty laughing behind your hand kinda chortles. The laugh you do when you actually have money in several bank accounts. That mindset she has is actually why my family doesn’t consider me a ‘traitor.’ and instead sees me as a black sheep or some wayward little boy that needs to be brought back into the fold. Quite literally their perception on how aging even works is so skewed they don’t even see you as an adult borisov till you’re like a hundred years old. Twenty eight ain’t shit to my family. If they saw me as an actual traitor I’d probably be dead by now. “We should get something! Lunch maybe! Oh come on, let your Aunty treat you! If you want I can get you an actual car and not, well, whatever that was.” “Only if you promise not to tell the rest of the family I’m here. I’m getting real tired of moving every time they find me.” I grumbled at her. She lets out a sigh and puts a hand on her hip while holding me against her. I really do feel like some fucking kid right now Jesus Christ. “You know you don’t HAVE to move right? You could just stop with this whole rebellious phase you got going on and come back home any time you want. Nobody back there is mad at you or anything! Well maybe some of your brothers and sisters are, but they’re just little tykes like you are! Siblings are supposed to rough house a little bit.” My older brother shot my last car with a bazooka last time I saw him. I was inside of it, eating some fast food taco at the time I think. Didn’t even get to finish the damn taco cause like half the ingredients spilled out of the goddamn shell after like one fucking bite. I’m trying to salvage the guts of my goddamn taco when I looked up and saw him pointing the damn Bazooka at my windshield. I did manage to flip him off while sucking some sour cream off my other hand before he pulled the trigger though, so that was fun. We have something of an irreverence for non magical weapons in case you haven’t picked up on that yet. If they get serious about fighting a fellow Borisov, the ancient magical weapons get yanked out from the armory. Once that shit happens you know it’s gotten real. “Humor me Auntie, I’m really not in the mood to deal with the rest of the family right now.” “Didn’t you call in one of your uncles and his kids to help you fight some demon recently? I heard she shot lasers out of her eyes! I think I would have showed up to fight a scrap like that!” She says this even as she’s walking with me towards her very nice and quite heavily armored Suv. It had flowers on the windshield and the armored Suv itself was painted some Hallmark ass pink pastel color. Pretty sure you could take a machine gun to those tires and hurt yourself more than the car. “Yeah the poorly spray tanned blondie chick. That was a wild scrap let me tell you. Never seen so many borisov choppers in the air before.” I will not even describe to you what the gas ended up costing for this fucking tank, lets just say making something that could probably protect the President of the United States your normal travel vehicle is not recommended if you have a tight budget. “So what have you been up to lately Hunty? I do hope you’re not trying to date one of those denizens again right?” “Can we not Auntie?” I grumbled as we pulled out of the gas station and drove to wherever she wanted to eat. I sure as fuck ain’t paying so I’m not going to even attempt to steer her in a direction. I’m really not in the mood to talk about birds and the bees with my probably hundreds of years old aunt. “I’m just concerned about you Hunty! You have to be careful with those ruffians! You might catch one of their magical diseases and the next thing you know you’re sprouting fangs or goodness knows what else.” “I can’t exactly date normal guys Auntie, you know what trying to do that is like.” My aunt grimaced. “It’s really sad honestly. I don’t mean to break their poor little hips like that but they just aren’t thrusting nearly hard enough for me to feel anything.” “AUNTIE!” I said with a mixture of shock and a laugh at how morbid that confession was. “You haven’t done that recently right?” “Oh nonono, that was back in the day when I had been married off to this scamp of a duke. Poor thing couldn’t walk the rest of his life after our honeymoon.” She put a gloved hand to her cheek to reminisce about the time she shattered some poor guy’s hips in bed before casually adding, “ Oh and perhaps a time or two after that, but honestly I try not to make a habit out of it if I can avoid it. Are you up for some Italian?” “Sure why not! Way my day is going I’m almost curious to find out what could possibly happen over there.” “Surely it hasn’t been all that bad.” She says in a light admonishing tone with some mirth mixed in for good measure. I could tell her the tale, but doing so would reveal I have a werewolf roommate, may or may not have a crush on some devil that wants to end the universe, oh and a Witch who will sick every coven in the area after me should I test those waters. “Someone tried to carjack me earlier.” “Hunty, are you expecting me to believe someone actually wanted that pitiable thing?” She shot me a sidelong glance as she looked around for an italian restaurant. “That’s what I said actually. Turned out the dude got scammed hard by some loan shark grifters. He should be fine now though. Still not sure how to deal with my own shit however. I keep thinking about this one guy who I just know is bad for me and everyone else, but fuck me was he hot. It actually pisses me off how attractive he was, cause he’s smug about it too.” “Oh I know the type. Is he a denizen?” “No actually. Something else. I’d rather not get into it though.” She shrugged, “I’m just happy to spend some time with my favorite little nephew! It hasn’t been the same since you ran off all across the country. What prompted this little excursion anyway.” “I don’t want to talk about it Auntie.” I said, feeling my jaw tighten up having that brought up. They know what they fucking did. Playing dumb with me isn’t going to win me back that’s for fucking sure. “Ooh don’t get sulky on me, Lets have some fun! I hear they have unlimited bread-sticks in that place over there. Do you really think they’ll hold to that? I’m quite hungry myself.” “Pretty sure that’s just a marketing ploy Auntie, but I’m sure they’ll let you stress test them to see just how many they’ll be willing to pony up before they try and kick you out.” A mischievous smirk grows on her face as she pulls in, “oooh I like the sound of that. Lets see how many we can scarf down before they start sending the managers over. Oh all this is going to go straight to my hips but that does sound funny.” Yeah like I said have less problems with her than most. She’s not quite as obsessed with the whole hunting down the denizens of the night thing as the core family is. She’s graduated to more of, I guess, passive racism against denizens? If you want to call that a good thing? She’s prejudiced towards denizens but she’s not quite going out and hunting like she did back in the day anymore. She’s semi retired like I said, which means she’ll show up to big family missions but otherwise she’s just enjoying herself. I pity the waiter who ends up with our booth.
  3. Lord Baldric has in effect weaponized big time stage magic. The Magician's job is to draw attention away from the lovely assistants while they work behind the scene and convince the audience that the Magician is the one pulling all this stuff off. When you convince your opponent that the might of an army is coming from one person, they will focus all their efforts on getting that one person. The more convincing the performance, the more the overwhelmed and awestruck audience isn't going to question what is happening and just assume what they are seeing is the truth. As long as they believe it's coming from Baldric, the Stage Magician drawing their eyes to where he is at and not where the magic is actually happening, then they won't be able to figure out a way to dismantle his attack strategy. It is quite the devilish ploy, but it is still just that at the end of the day.
  4. The following are some of the characters I had a major crush on as a kid. There were characters I shipped together, and then there were these characters where I shipped em with myself. Scar: The character that I was obsessed with in Lion King as a wee little lad was not Simba or any of the good guys. No! This ambitious underdog of a villain who got in over his head was the character that I was truly enamored with. That voice alone is criminally sexy and I still Stan the fuck out of it. Dungeon Keeper's Narrator: We do not speak of the Mobile Game in this house! However if you want to talk about the first two I'm all ears, cause I adored that game growing up. I wasn't very good at it, but man did I have fun with it none the less. One thing I particularly enjoyed out of this game though was the voice of the Narrator who speaks to you, the Keeper. My current story Spare Me Your Alpha Nonsense has a character with a voice inspired by this fella Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Angel never did anything for me. However when Spike rolled onto the scene I suddenly became a whole lot more interested in that show. He was funny, he was sexy, and he stole every scene he was in. Balthier from Final Fantasy XII: There is a whole lot of sexy in this underrated Final Fantasy game, but few steal the show quite like our self proclaimed Leading Man Balthier. The sheer suave confidence that poured out of every scene he was in awakened the gay in me quite a bit let me tell you. This isn't a complete list, but these were the ones that immediately spring to my head when it comes to the topic of childhood Crushes. Lil Boy Demented certainly had a type now that I'm looking at this list lol.
  5. Modern day Kotik: Hey Baldric, I've been shaking this two liter bottle of soda over and over again for the past thirteen years. What do you thinks gonna happen when I twist this cap? Modern day Baldric: Oh shit! Hit the deck! The bottle after it is opened : I HAVE TRANSCENDED TIME AND SPACE, KNEEL BEFORE ME AND MY CONCENTRATED CARBONATION
  6. The Borders of Preja Bog have been the one consistent thing on the various maps on the country now known as Silbel. Regardless of what kingdoms have risen and fallen around it, Preja Bog has remained largely untouched and has even grown some over the centuries and millennia since the Dark Age Wars. Military incursions to capture the territory have been attempted in the past. All failed. While within the marshlands of Preja Bog, Babica the Hag Giant is practically a goddess. The entire territory which stretches such an expanse of land that it could be considered its own country is the largest known and one of the oldest Lairs existing on the surface world. It is also the only known Lair to have achieved its status while being open to the outside air, defying all understanding on how Lairs are supposed to be made. In every other successful creation of a Lair, it had required an enclosed space as a consistent variable to make it work. Hers is the only one that defies such a notion. That is not to say Babica being outside of her Bog Lair is any less formidable. The very few times she has done so in the past two millennia are still told by bards on the darkest nights. The hag giant is the one Silbel parents use as their local boogeyman to spook their children to behave. Hers is a nation of Warlocks and monstrosities and things that crawl within her wetlands. Few things enter her lair do so without her changing them in some way. From the looks of it, she has mobilized an alarming number of monstrosities that are now spilling like a wave toward a vary specific mining village. Wyverns spill into the sky so thick they look like locusts. Werewolves, trolls, chimera, and other beasts of her creation roll across the ground like water being spilt across the land. All the while her towering werewolf body, somehow even scarier looking now in its old and decrepit state, is bounding alongside her wave of minions to deal with a certain upstart who sought to betray a deal with her. They had had an agreement. She had even let him in her home and treated him nicely. Then he goes and spits in her face and kills one of her favorite warlocks to top it off! She needed to let this upstart and the rest of these pitiful humans know that Babica Preja will not be looked down upon! She was the last one standing in the Dark Age Wars. She is the name people whisper in fear. Hers is a name that demands respect! It earned it! Even as she thought this however, she could tell with her enhanced senses that some intense magic was brewing in the air. The upstart was making a storm again. Just like he did when he hid the fact he was stealing her rightful claim on that MageCrafter. This one seemed bigger than his last attempt however, by several factors. She grinned wildly as she picked up speed towards his location. She had to hand it to him, it took balls to not flee from her when she was bringing so many minions to bear against him. He would have made a fantastic Warlock if he had taken her offer back then. *** Lord Baldric had done a lot of planning for this day. The day when he truly had to fight Babica Preja. He had been gathering intel on her and running simulations on how she fielded military troops for ages. That wasn’t a metaphor either. There were Parallel minds of his that exclusively existed in an accelerated thought state. Those minds resided within his Lair, and were now so divergent and so much older than the central mind that they could not safely merge back with Lord Baldric without irreparable damage to his mind. They were so conditioned to their accelerated state of thinking that they could not slow down either without going stark raving mad. Years ago, they had been the Original Seven that the young Lord Baldric created when he played at being the vigilante known as The Faceless Wight. At the time, Shahnaz and himself had joked flippantly about how using his magical items were changing his mind and making him mentally older than he actually was. Lord Baldric had foolishly believed that he could handle such changes, because he was a child prodigy just like everyone kept telling him. He has corrected the mistakes he made with his Original Seven since then. The rest of the council of Baldrics are just like him mentally speaking, and he keeps them in contact with the central mind at least a few times a day to exchange experiences and make sure they do not deviate too far from their creator. He has a small army of parallel Baldrics both in and out of his lair, managing his information network and working behind the scenes to make sure the main body can pull off looking like an all powerful MageCrafter. Lord Baldric would never connect with the Original Seven however. He will speak with them, learn from them, seek their counsel, but he will never touch his mind directly with them. They are simply so far removed from human experience now that Lord Baldric would risk losing his grasp on reality and sanity entirely should he allow even one of those Seven to merge back into his mind. It is The Seven that found the connection to the gods through the realm of dreams and illusions. It is The Seven who bask within the incomprehensible din of symbolism and prophetic imagery. It is The Seven that taught Lord Baldric the dangers of his Thought Acceleration items, as The Seven no longer can exist in anything resembling the normal world. To The Seven, the world outside is still, barely moving, barely changing from moment to moment. They think and exist on such a different timescale that a real life moment drags on for a truly unfathomable length of time. The human mind was never quite equipped to handle the extended years of life that some of the demi human races have. It is safe to say that The Seven have become quite mad within the Lair. King Morcant of Trident actually shuddered when he had learned about The Seven. His exact words to Lord Baldric when he had introduced them to the King was the following: “By the Greater Pantheon! Foolish boy, What have you done?!” The closest thing that King Morcant could describe what his Original Seven now was artificial heralds of the realm of Illusion, though he hadn’t said this in anything resembling an approving tone. In fact he had scolded and ranted quite severely at Lord Baldric for foolishly creating such entities without knowing what he was doing. Lord Baldric had in effect, crafted his own heralds of the illusory gods, but he had done it so crudely and so poorly that The Seven were nothing short of horrifying and blasphemous to behold to anyone with knowledge of what the Heralds were truly like. Yet The Seven had a connection with the pantheon of Illusion and thus the greater Pantheon, and thus their insane vision walks and incomprehensible way of thinking were important for Lord Baldric’s plans. The visions they showed Lord Baldric were nothing short of baffling. If he had ever attempted to use illicit substances, he was certain they would pale in comparison to the strangeness and unrealness that The Seven called their realm of experience. Lord Baldric had attempted to touch directly with one of those vision walks The Seven called their daily life once. Only Once. The experience had been so nerve rattling he hadn’t been able to get off the floor of his lair afterwards for hours after the fact. Still, they were invaluable regardless of the downsides they revealed in items he had invented so long ago. Items he had probably already used too much on his own. He knew how to communicate with these accelerated Baldrics even when they operated in two different relative timescales, and his Noble ring and items like it helped him memorize whatever information they had for him at the time. They were barely even him anymore, but at the same time they still responded to him because he was the Central mind and he controlled their very existence. Still, there was another factor at play as well. Namely he was surrounded by people who did not know the secrets and foibles of his powers. To them he was some all powerful MageCrafter, and he intended on playing into that charade. *** Count Raudh and the maids backed up from Lord Baldric as an intense shift in temperature happened where he was standing. Wind began to pickup and the light grew so dim in the village as Lord Baldric’s clothing began to change. His trim and simple suit began to take on layers, growing out a billowing cape that flowed out before them on his shoulders, glowing with mysterious glyphs etched onto its surface. His top hat began to morph and change into the classical wide brimmed pointy hat of a wizard, one that shrouded his entire face in pure darkness as his clothes took on more and more layers. Between the immense collar that now covered his neck, that impossibly wide brimmed hat, and his completely blacked out face, he didn’t even look like Lord Baldric anymore. He was now just a floating mass of robes and a cape with that pointed hat, all of which were White and glowing with blue glyphs of ancient origin. The Maids and Raudh looked at the Young Lord in awe as he ascended slowly into the sky and dramatically throughout one of his hands to his side, summoning forth a truly ornate and complex staff that would be far too unyielding for everyday use. On the top of the staff was the various faces known to represent every single Deity in the Water Pantheon, and all had their eyes glowing with the purest white energy as the world grew ever darker around the floating white MageCrafter. Lord Baldric Began to Sing out an incantation . Except it didn’t quite sound like him. It sounded like an entire chorus of people singing the incantation all at once, flooding the surrounding air with such a powerful bombastic rumble of voices that all sang out the same words. The onlookers had to cover their ears and their eyes from the brightness and sound emanating from the young lord who had seemed to have transfigured into a deific wizard from the heroes of old right before their very eyes. Many of them felt such awe at what they were witnessing, never expecting such a display out of their young lord. As the words of the chorus spilled out, bluish white magical circles began to form in the sky above and below him in various lengths and sizes as water, ice, and fog seemed to be drawn into a glowing white sphere above his staff that he was holding aloft. So many different circles, some as large as the very town they were residing in, others barely bigger than himself, all majestically spaced above and below him and rotating in their own directions and speeds in incomprehensible ways. Count Raudh’s mouth was agape looking up at his friend, barely believing his own eyes at what the hell was even happening. Those Rings began to line themselves up beneath Lord Baldric, coming from above and below him to link together into one super structure of a magical circle. As soon as they had all linked together the magical sphere he had been feeding with the elements of water was fired out with a final note and word from Baldric’s spell into the clear blue sky. The effect was instantaneous. Such a violent eruption of storm clouds came forth from where that sphere exploded that it spread out and encompassed all of the perceivable sky within seconds in a thick blanket of darkness. Lord Balric did not stop there, making the glyphs around him spin and swirl wildly with dramatic hand gestures of his free hand as he began to control the storm itself. Everyone present watched in horror, awe, and fascination, as all hell broke loose on the horizon. *** Babica had to leap out of the way in some shock as the first Iceberg sized hunks of hail slammed into her charging forces, exploding into shards on impact and shredding through entire crowds of her werewolves in waves of gore. The sky was difficult to look at considering the sheer volume of lightning bolts that were ripping out of those densely black clouds above her. Babica roared in outrage as her legions of Wyverns in the sky were charred and blown to pieces by the barrage of lightning that seemed almost as dense as the rain itself. The air was filled with their thunderclaps so much that it made it difficult for her to even get information through her Werewolf suit. That wasn’t all either. She watched in horror and fascination as strange types of clouds that spun rapidly like cones touched down onto the ground and made their way through her forces, sucking up her werewolves into their vortexes before sending them flying off into the distance so many leagues away. Even as she advanced her forces forward she felt rage broil up inside of her. This upstart had been planning to betray her from the start! All those overtures of him being like her and admiring how she dealt with humans who preyed on demi humans had just been a ploy to get on her good side. She had never felt so used in her life! So deceived! Curse him! Through the barrage of lighting blasts, massive hunks of hail, and Tornadoes which had never touched down in Silbel before this very day, Babica's forces that charged towards the village were getting decimated. She didn’t let this stop her. She had always swarmed enemy strongholds and claimed them with her superior numbers in the past. The strongholds had all responded in kind by fielding their own legion of soldiers to fight her. This cowardly upstart did not play by these rules! He bombarded her legions from a distance with this infuriating storm, carving through her ground forces and turning them into hunks of useless flesh she couldn’t even MageCraft! He didn’t have attacks that wounded her creatures that allowed her to heal them or make them stronger with her magecrafting. No! He either burned them to a crisp, sent them so far away from her, or chopped them into such fine bits of meat with the glacial shrapnel that not a single one of her fallen forces could be recovered! The coward! The wretched coward! *** In truth, much of what the crowd and Babica was looking at what a complete farce. The Cloud cover was from a three hundred fold attunement item that resided within the lair which augmented the effectiveness and believability of Illusory projections to an absurd degree. It also dedicated some of that attunement pool to cover up the fact that Lord Baldric had indeed fielded something of an Army to meet Babica’s forces. More specifically, Lord Baldric has been sending a portion of his Lovely assistants to the Boarders of preja bog and kept them high in the sky among the clouds since he had been planning on fighting her. What he had amassed was two years worth of himself, his parallel minds, and MageCrafter assistants within his lair who mass produced more assistants and sent them to patrol the borders of Preja bog. These vapor assistants were managed by parallel minds who had seen fit that they were each outfitted with the vapor equivalent of Lightning Rods. However, most of the lightning bolts Babica saw tearing through the sky were completely illusory and harmless. Quite literally they were just illusory copies of real Lighting bolts the Lovely assistants fired at her wyverns. For every one real shot of lightning, there were a dozen fake ones. However the sheer chaos and din that the light and sound created more than made up for the fact they did no real damage. Plus there was more than enough lightning rod wielding assistants up in that cloud cover to actually deal devastating damage to the areal forces. The Shrapnel Grenade Glaciers were a team effort by squads of assistants who surrounded a central magic item much like a teleportation cart. They pooled their attunement slots together above the cloud cover and fired them below on the order of Skying assistants who could peer through the cloud cover with their own magic items and target the best places to hit her forces. Much like with the lightning, for every one real Shrapnel Grenade Glacier, dozens were simulated falling in the distance like the entire sky was raining down these expensive magical attacks instead of just a few dozen well coordinated teams. The tornadoes were completely and utterly fake. He had witnessed them on other continents in his travels with the Bavaram Circus and was able to simulate their appearance. Though he could probably make real Tornadoes if he truly wanted to sink the unfathomable cost into them. However, since they were not in his dominion to make as such weather phenomena was purview of the gods of Wind and air, he instead opted on making illusory projections of them. Within those illusory projections however was something akin to a swirling mass of clear, near reflection-less ice whips that trebuchet her werewolves into the distance in a convincing simulacrum of a tornado. At least to someone like Babica who has never bore witness to a tornado. Babica could quite easily shatter those ice whips with a simple tackle of hers, but The tornado illusion looked so huge and roared so loudly while flinging her forces about that she didn’t even think to try. No her mind and energy was focused on sending her steadily dwindling legion towards where she believed all these attacks were coming from. She thought that these attacks were all coming from one solitary person, one single caster who was like the Arch wizards and such she knew back thousands of years ago. She didn’t even question that there could be deception around this display of magic, cause she had seen the real deal back in the day and this felt just like that. The light show he had given his companions was just that. Not a single spec of what he had done in the village had anything to do with what was happening with the enemy forces. It was just a dramatic and over the top performance to sell the idea that Lord Baldric was in complete control of this godly looking storm and that he was controlling it all on his own. It was all a farce to hide the fact he was using his lovely assistants to perform all these feats. Much like with Darzi, he hadn’t even used one of his own attunement slots, as all that he did was just a simple illusory projection that he did all the time. Solid glacier walls fell from the sky and slammed into the woods in front of the mining village, shaking the ground as they did so. They fell in such a way that they worked with the trees to create something of a maze that Babica would have to work her way through with her forces once they reached that part of the charge. While Babica herself will probably be able to vault over such creations with her superior strength and speed, her forces will have to funnel themselves into his confusing glacial and wooded labyrinth that had within it illusory dead ends and ways to beguile the senses. Even if they chose to go around, that was still time for his lovely assistants to carve into them with lightning bolts and shrapnel grenade glaciers. Though they could not keep firing indefinitely, his scrying assistants were coordinating their shots to make sure every single attack dealt damage to her forces, even as the illusory copies of the attacks masked just how many real attacks were coming at her forces. From the reports he had been getting from his parallel minds through their own versions of noble rings, they had already decimated about forty percent of her fielded legion with their opening volleys so far. It was actually better than the projections had indicated. *** As all out war waged outside, one birthday boy sat in a blacked out tavern with thirteen half burned out candles. He was meditating so deeply he didn’t even notice that not everyone had exited the Tavern. One person had stayed behind. One person who did not have much longer to be in this realm of existence. The old Man. The old Man had to hand it to the Whipper Snapper, his wispy friends were doing a number on that old bitches forces. She had long been overdue for an eternity in hell so he was more than happy to see that hag get what was coming to her after so long. She had turned so many of his Vicars into her minions, just like she had done with so many others. However because the god she worked under liked her and the reputation she had, she had protection enough that the other deities couldn’t extract revenge on her after the Dark Age Wars. They did at least get a concession out of the God that she couldn’t use her powers on herself anymore, which allowed her to age into the decrepit hag she was today. Right now though his mind was focused on his boy who was currently allowing himself to feel all the emotions he had bottled up for so long. Thanks to the gifting on his lynxian ears, he actually already had a degree of control over his emotions that even he hadn’t realized. In effect, he had been concentrating and condensing his emotions within himself through that gifting his entire life. So much so that if he were to get an actual Esoteric Vicar Title the boy might end up with more power than he knew what to do with. It was why he was able to remain so happy and polite despite how much burgeoning rage and sorrow was inside of him. Quite literally his ears were the only thing keeping the tidal wave of emotions back, and by doing so he was condensing those emotions into a highly concentrated state. Kotik had been instantly overwhelmed when he had finally let himself fully bask in what he had been holding back all this time. Almost immediately he had begun to sob in that meditative state. Sob and rage and scream even as the Tavern itself began to freak out. If The old man hadn’t been there to help control the wood around him, he would have accidentally killed himself thousands of times over with those rapidly growing and shrinking spikes of wood. He didn’t want to stop his son though. He wanted the gods of emotion to see what his boy had really been dealing with all this time. What he had been holding back with the Gifting they had all granted on those lynxian bloodlines. The Pantheon of Emotion did feel that outburst of condensed emotion. Their attention was drawn almost instantaneously to the outpouring of focused rage, fear, despair, loss, loneliness, and so many other emotions that the lynxian had been bottling up for almost thirteen years. The inside of the Tavern grew even more chaotic, so much so that Kotik’s power leaked to the outside of the tavern and turned that black as well, though The old man prevented spikes from springing out of there lest he hit a bystander. Never before had Kotik allowed himself to wail and rage so hard. He was screaming himself hoarse through his sobs and writhes, so overwhelmed with everything he was finally letting loose after all this time. Then it happened. Kotik’s eyes snapped open as such a blinding light shot not only out of his eyes, but his mouth as well as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Suddenly, every single tree within the borders of Silbel was dyed black as spikes erupted from them. There was not a single MageCrafter or magic user in the world that did not turn in the direction of Silbel that day as something incomprehensible happened in their perception. The entirety of the pantheon of emotion immediately and forcefully granted Kotik with their Vicar title, giving him dominion over his internal emotional spectrum. Thus he had gained Two Total Dominion MageCrafting titles, something never before heard of either in Silbel and the greater world at large. Kotik had become a prize that no nation on the surface worth its salt would be able to ignore anymore.
  7. Demented

    Shire's Grove

    Inspired to be a blend of Monster Collecting Anime and the Omegaverse's strange and eclectic rules and social structures, This is the world of Shire's Grove. To be gay in this world places you into one of two magical subspecies of human: Conductors and Orchestrals. Conductors are the head of their Pride of Orchestrals and have command over their magical singing voices, and the two types of gay people live in a symbiotic relationship with one another. Normally, these men are born among their own kind. However, for those like Kyle and Anselm, there are instances where they are born among the hetero world. They are in for some culture shock.
  8. Demented

    Chapter 1

    Anselm didn’t want to leave his bed this morning. Summer vacation had just begun, yet his body was feeling absolutely miserable. It was getting harder to breathe and he had to resort to using his mouth to get additional air into his lungs. His small body was quaking with aches and pain. His mother couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her fourteen year old son. He knew what was wrong however, and part of him was terrified of even asking for the cure. “Come on Ans, you gotta be a Choir boy.” A friend of his had joked with him a week back. “I mean look at you, you haven’t hit puberty at all man. You’re the shortest kid in class.” They had been on the bus back home from school at the time. Anselm’s curly strawberry blond head slumped downward at that. His mass of unruly curly locks concealed a lot of his facial features as he stared at the Bus’s floor beneath him. He had been getting teased more and more lately at the prospect of him not being a normal human. Of him potentially being a ‘Choir Boy’, the derogatory term for the subspecies of human called Orchestrals. “I’d rather be dead.” Anselm had responded sullenly. “It wouldn’t be so bad if I would be a Conductor or something, but that ships sailed. There’s no dignity in being an Orchestral Kyle, you just don’t get it.” “What’s so bad about being an Orchestral? Have you seen what they can do in the Games? Their magic powers are amazing! Plus their voices when they use those powers are amazing as well! Hell I have an Orchestral playlist I listen to all the time.” Kyle shoved his smaller friend at the time a bit more forcefully to get him out of his funk. The taller tanned boy was one of the few who even talked to Anselm kindly anymore in school, and it had damaged his reputation as a popular kid. He was quite tall and good looking, and he was almost always being hounded to join various sports clubs for his physique. Yet he kept hanging around Anselm, which started raising questions about their relationship. Kyle didn’t care though. He was trying to get his friend to see things in a different light. “You need to go out more man. You can’t just sit around to find out if you are an Orchestral or not. You know what happens if you aren’t awakened right? It was even covered in health class dude.” “I don’t care anymore. I just… Why can’t I just be normal and like women? Why do I have to be like this? Not even a Conductor, but some bottom of the totem pole Choir Boy.” Right now he was experiencing all the symptoms he had learned in health class. The symptoms of what happened to an Orchestral that wasn’t awakened in time. He knew from reading those sections in his class textbook over and over next to his laptop that he didn’t have a lot of time left. Within a day or so he’d probably just fade off and never wake up again. He drearily thought with a pang of fear that he didn’t want that to happen, but the stigma associated with being an Orchestral by the Hetero world was just too strong for him to reach out for help. Downstairs, the doorbell began to ring wildly. Anselm’s mother who had been oblivious to this, merely thinking her son was sick with some flu, wondered what could possibly be ringing her doorbell so earnestly this morning while she had been making breakfast. “Oh hi Kyle!” His mother had said opening the door, “I’m sorry but Anselm isn’t feeling to we-HEY where do you think you are going.” “No time to really talk ma’am, but your son is an Orchestral and I can’t put off awakening him any longer. Whether he wants to awaken or not I can’t let him die like this!” “Wh-what hold on, repeat that!? My son is a what?!” “Talk later ma’am! Right now I got to get to his room. Please don’t interrupt if at all possible!” “Ho-hold on just a minute!” Kyle moved with long strides and a determined look on his face as he headed up the stairs directly towards his friend’s room. He had waited too long. He knew his friend was hurting at the prospect of being an Orchestral. He didn’t want to give up his independence like that. However Kyle simply couldn’t sit back and let his friend die if he knew he could do something to save him. His mother had put some of those poisonous thoughts into his head about how bad Choir boys were, but that wasn’t going to matter. Once he was awakened he’d be under the care of his conductor, not his parents. It was tradition and law and had been that way since history had been recorded. They always had different names over the centuries, but regardless of the traditions and lore around it the concept was always the same. There were hetero humans, the ones who comprised the vast majority of society and intermingled with the opposite sex. They did not have magic and usually ran the day to day goings on in the world. Then there were the Conductors and Orchestrals, sometimes referred to as Wizards and Familiars, Alpha’s and Omegas, and other similar delineations. These were a subspecies of human which normally were birthed among their own kind and lived in their own pocket societies among the greater hetero world. However it was not unheard of for a conductor or Orchestral to still be born in the hetero world. Though the men and women of that world generally loved the spectacle of an Orchestral performance and appreciated the firepower Conductors and Orchestrals could provide to national defense, they had very skewed perceptions on the relationships between this subspecies of human. Perceptions that unfortunately wormed their way into the mind of Anselm and was convincing him to make a very terrible mistake. Kyle could feel Anselm’s presence more and more forcefully as he got closer to the door. He must be stewing in so much untapped magical power right then. He tried to open the door but it was locked. He didn’t have time to get Anselm’s mother to open it up. As far as he knew he didn’t need to actually see his strawberry blond haired friend yet, just get his attention. “Anselm! This is your conductor! Start humming to get this door open!” “K-kyle?” Anselm rose his head up groggily, he had heard the order coming from kyle. It had taken a moment for it to set in, but when it did he felt an involuntary noise vibrating his throat that made his head flop back into his pillow and his back arch slightly. A strange mixture of relief and ever growing anxiety gripped him as some of his fever seemed to lessen with the strangely echoing note emanating from his throat. Kyle heard the door unlock with a click and open itself of its own accord as he stepped inside and shut it tight. Now that he could see Anselm he knew he had come just in the nick of time. He looked so haggard, so feverish, his eyes filled with fear for so many different reasons right then. Kyle raised his hand and instinctively began to gesture with it. He had been training in secret on the various conductor gestures since he had figured out he was one. He would have moved into the gated community down the road right away if he hadn’t also figured out that his friend was an Orchestral. He had hung back, biding his time and waiting for his friend to actually say he wanted to be awakened before he made his move. Yet he never did. Now that he was here in the room though, he could tell Anselm truly did not want to die, he was just very scared. The door closed and magically locked itself quite tightly, sealing off both sound and kinetic force from bothering them from that place. Anselm's mother might try to bang on the door and stop him from awakening her son, but with those wards she wasn’t going to be able to do anything but bang on a force field. He knew that was Anselm's specialty. He had been monitoring his much shorter friends magical aura and talking about it in forums online trying to glean what it could be. They all seemed to think Anselm was an Abjurationist Orchestral, the type of Orchestral that laid down defenses and were the tanks in combat situations. While not the best at combat, they could provide much needed support and draw firepower away from their more nimble but less sturdy Orchestral mates. “Sing for me Ans, you can do it.” Kyle said in earnest as he continued to make his sweeping gestures. The feverish boy in bed turned his hum into long and mournful notes as he began to sing out words he did not understand. His fingers gripped into his bedsheets and his legs bent beneath his comforter as more of the haunting melody was drawn out of him. Anselm squeezed his eyes shut and tears spilled from his eyes as smaller objects around his room began to rise in the air slowly. Pencils, paper, comic books, socks and shoes, anything under a certain weight limit began to drift listlessly from the ground and slowly swirl around the bed of the mournfully singing boy. Kyle couldn’t help but admire the beautiful, soulful notes he could draw out of his friend as he coaxed him to warble and sing out his awakening song. It was such a painful yet beautiful song, one filled with fear and longing all at the same time. He had been dreaming of being awakened for some time, but he had been too scared to let it happen in his waking life. His song spoke this and more to Kyle even as heavier objects in the room began to join in the ever rising dance around his bed. His closet began to rumble with all the clutter inside of it that was banging at it for release. Anselm’s prized laptop had lifted off the table and unplugged itself to join in on the dance rotating in intricate patterns around the lad’s bed. Even his blankets and comforters began to rip themselves from being tucked inside of his bed and drifted up into the slow vortex above the strawberry blond boy as his song grew in greater and greater intensity. Pain shot through Anselm’s face through a particularly long and powerful word, one that he hung in the air in an almost belting scream as something in his body began to change. He squeezed his eyes so tightly as his body lifted off the bed and began to float in the center of it all. He curled himself into a ball in the air as Kyle continued to conduct his voice out of him. He wanted to scream in pain as something shot out from his tailbone and pressed his pajama pants downwards, before growing out a truly impressive amount of fur on the new prehensile appendage. A headache that had been growing in intensity gave way to the sensation of two ears growing on top of his head, long and pointed with tufts of strawberry blond fur. It had hurt so much to grow that tail and ears, only making his tears spill out with greater intensity. Yet at the same time those tears were that of relief, because they were finally coaxed out of him. He didn’t have to worry about dying anymore. He didn’t have to worry about whether or not he was a choir boy, an Orchestral, the evidence was right before his very eyes now. Irrefutable. His eyes opened up to see that Kyle’s own eyes were crying as well. He could tell his friend had been so concerned about him. He hadn’t even known that Kyle was a Conductor. Did he try to tell him? Had Anselm just not been paying attention? Still his heart fluttered, cause he knew what the second part of an awakening entailed. He could already feel a heat growing inside of him that needed release. Even as things floated in the room, still charged with his magical voice, kyle kicked off the ground and swam through the air like gravity itself had been turned off inside of it and grabbed onto his friend. With only the briefest hesitation he gripped the lad’s head and pulled him into a strong kiss. Anselm hummed into his conductor's mouth even as his back bumped into the wall and his head touched the ceiling of his room. His heart fluttered in panic as his pajama pants were unceremoniously yanked off of him and tossed to the ground, only for the fabric to be caught up into the orbit of small floating objects. His boxers were not far behind them. Never breaking the kiss, Kyle laced his hands underneath his friend’s now bared legs beneath his knees and pushed them up and outwards to give him better access. He conducted Anselm's hum to undue his jean’s belt buckle and fly and coax out his quite hard shaft. He knew his friend was already lubricated and ready for him, he could smell the sweet scent wafting off of him and relished it so much it made him dig his teeth into Anselm's neck and nibble it in earnest. The lad gasped and his breath hitched at the new sensations even as he felt Kyle’s warm head lining itself up to enter him while they floated pressed against the wall and ceiling. He bit his lip and let out a whimpering noise of slight protest as the nibbling on his neck grew harder and that far too hot shaft pressed itself so roughly inside of him. The smaller lad’s socked toes curled and he let out an echoing note into the room as he was filled so completely by someone he had known since they were little. Trembling hands gripped and laced into his deeply tanned friends black hair and pressed his face into his neck even further and groaned as he felt Kyle began to move inside of him. Even his bed was dislodged from the ground now as magic from his awakening permeated the room so thoroughly. His new tail, so long and impossibly bushy was twitching wildly behind him as his virgin rosebud was claimed with such eagerness. It hurt, yet at the same time it felt amazing even as he stared dreamily down at the floor of his room from high in the air, pressed ever further up against the ceiling. Kyle ended up needing to kneel on the wall itself to get himself easy enough access to piston his hips like he needed too right then. Anselm’s legs and arms were now firmly wrapped around his friend, embracing the sensation in while his new tail flicked about beneath the both of them. Anselm flushed such a deep shade of red as his head was tugged forward roughly by his larger friend's tanned hand and let out a whimpering noise as his new and still quite tender animal-like ears were taken into Kyles mouth and nibbled on. His body shuddered at being claimed so passionately, letting out strange words out of his mouth, residual wild magical words from his awakening as his body was pounded into ever harder. He didn’t know what he was saying, but he felt like one of the words he kept singing out was Kyle’s name in whatever language this was. Kyle gripped his friend's hair and tugged him to the side and dug his teeth into the tender flesh of his neck once again, this time drawing a slight trickle of blood to suck on as he finally climaxed inside of his friend. His Orchestral wasn’t far behind him, his small shaft now spurting his own seed for the first time onto his taller friend's shirt that he hadn’t even seen fit to take off in all of this. The only stripping that Kyle had done was to use his friend's voice to undo his belt buckle and jean’s fly to get his cock out. He hadn’t even taken his shoes off when he had entered the home. The taller lad couldn’t pull himself out just yet as things began to settle themselves slowly down in the room. He kicked off the ceiling and drifted the two of them downwards onto the bed that had rested back onto the carpeted floor at a slightly off center angle. The two of them alighted onto the bed so lightly as he held onto Anselm who kept his arms and legs clamped around the taller boy so forcefully. His own shaft was going to need a few minutes to get to a point here it could be drawn out of his Orchestral. While they rode off the aftershocks of what they had done, Kyle tongued his friends slightly bleeding neck and kissed it while he admired the new tail that had grown out of the lad. One could only describe the appendage as something belonging to a very large squirrel. Such was the bushy quality of the strawberry blond fur that twitched and spasmed in the aftershocks of their climax. It was so large that it would likely stick out over Anselm's head when it was at rest, and he’d probably need custom made clothes to accommodate the new appendage. Thankfully such tails were not so uncommon among Orchestrals that they wouldn’t be able to find such clothing in stores geared for him. Kyle had taken on some changes himself. His human ears had become more pointed and his formerly black eyes had taken on a reddish hue to them. That was on top of his new canines that were larger and sharper than before, and could both draw blood and deliver an aphrodisiac like venom into whomever he bit. His nails had taken on a sharper look to them as well, and were now darker hued than they were before. The wound he made on Anselm’s neck was now sealed up, though the mark still remained some. However he still wanted to taste the tender flesh of his friend some more. The strawberry blond boy flushed pink as he was pushed back slightly and had one of his arms lifted up into view for Kyle. That tanned hand gripped around Anselm’s smaller wrist lightly and, after the Conductor tenderly pulling back the pajama shirt’s sleeve to his elbow, the smaller boy winced and hissed as he watched Kyle sink his teeth right into his forearm and begin to suckle blood right from his veins. A warm, pleasant feeling replaced the pain of the sharp piercing sensation a minute later as Kyle’s now red eyes looked into his own green pair. Anselm couldn’t pull away since his Conductor’s cock was still firmly erect inside of him, engorged with something called a bulbus glandis, or colloquially known as a knot, which kept them firmly in place till that erection went down. The strawberry blond lad bit his lip and flushed deeper shades of red as he closed one of his eyes at the sensation in his forearm, not able to take his eyes off of Kyle’s swallowing throat and passionately suckling mouth on his flesh. He didn’t take a lot of blood out of his Orchestral, just enough to feed an almost feral hunger for the magic that resided within his smaller companion. It wasn’t until everything had settled back down in the room and Kyle was licking the wound on Anselm's arm clean and healed that his cock calmed down enough to pull out of the smaller lad. “Told ya you were a Choir Boy Ans.” Kyle said with a huskier quality to his voice as he tried to calm down his more dominating tendencies that came with being a Conductor. He wanted to control those urges until Anselm got more used to being what he was. Anselm tried to get his new tail under control behind him, but for the life of him he had no idea how to get the thing to listen to his commands. Both his ears and tail seemed to have a mind of their own as they twitched and moved about, brushing up against his flannel pajama shirt’s back. He couldn’t help but gawk at how huge his own tail was. “How am I going to sit in chairs with this thing?” He asked in the calming atmosphere. The awkward question coupled with their still excited nerves ended up throwing both lads into a fit of laughter as they hugged onto each other. Anselms laughter took on a sadder quality to it as he hugged Kyle and buried his head into his friend's neck. “I was so scared. I couldn’t even move or breathe properly before you came in. I thought I was going to die here.” “You’re safe now.” Kyle said as he patted his friends head. “I’ve been in contact with Shire’s Grove down the road from here. I’ve been holding off moving in until you awakened, but I have a place waiting for us inside there.” “How long have you known?” Anselm asked quizzically, knowing that arranging such a thing with that gated community must not have been an easy feat. “Roughly around when I hit puberty two years ago. You actually ended up awakening me by accident when you started humming something on the bus without thinking about it. I’ve had to keep myself hidden for quite awhile. It’s hard to keep these damn fangs up all the time and not drink any magic. I was getting really parched actually.” “How the heck have you been holding off on feeding for two years?! Isn’t that super unhealthy for Conductors?” “Ooh yeah,” Kyle said with a tone that belied how hard it had been. Suppressing himself all that time had been brutal. “but it was worth it. I wanted my first to be you.” Anselm’s face flushed pink and he found himself having to hide himself in the larger teens chest just to wrap his head around that one. “Y-you didn’t have to wait like that. Conductors get a whole group of Orchestrals after a while right? I didn’t need to be the first.” “Yes you did. I knew it the second I awakened. I’m glad I held out too, cause I don’t think I would have been able to save you had I had been in Shire’s Grove already.” “Wh-what is my mom going to think?” Anselm thought in some alarm now that his brain wasn’t so lost in the moment like he had been. Kyle laughed dryly at that. “We don’t have to worry about our parents anymore Ans, I’m an Awakened Conductor and I have you under my care now.” He spoke with some determination in his voice, “The only thing left is the paperwork, and even that they don’t have much say over. They can hem and haw all they like, but it’s not like a hetero relationship. We’re quite literally symbiotically linked together right now. We need each other to be healthy.” “Strange, I would have thought she’d have been banging on the door wondering what was happening in here.” “She probably has been.” Kyle said with a smirk, looking at the door, “I used your voice to seal off the door and silence it.” “Wait, I'm one of those Shield Orchestrals? Oh boy I’m even lamer than I thought I was.” Anselm grumbled. If he had cool attack powers that’d be one thing, but being a support Orchestral was just even worse than being one in the first place. Suddenly the smaller boy let out a hitched noise as he felt his sensitive animal ears get bit by his conductor, making one of his eyes close in protest at the rough treatment. “Hey!” Anselm said in something of a whine as he pulled back with a shove and looked up at Kyle grumpily, “What was that for?” “No more badmouthing yourself,” Kyle said smugly, “Every time you do I’m gonna nip you from now on. I’m allowed to do that too, cause I’m your Conductor.” A toothy grin grew on his face as he teased his friend. He had known the lad since they were all the way back in Kindergarten, and he had picked up a very bad habit of admonishing himself and putting himself down that only encouraged people around him to do the same. Now that he was his Conductor, he could finally do something about it. Anselm’s cheeks grew pink and he found he couldn’t hold the stare with his companion, and that break in eye contact earned him a peck on the cheek from the larger boy, which only made Anselm grumble half heartedly. He wanted to be angry about the nip but he couldn’t help but enjoy the affection he was getting afterwards. They both enjoyed the calm for the moment, all the while wondering what their life was going to be like from now on.
  9. Oooh I'll check that out! I got a story with my own version of a cat person as well. The Filter system is rather unyielding imo. If there were anything I'd have a complaint about with regards to this site, it would be the story search functions. I am sure there are plenty of stories on here I'd find to my liking, but actually getting the search bar to give me the goods is another matter entirely. I don't think I've ever dealt with a search engine playing 'hard to get' like this one does lol. I'll give those suggestions a peek! Thanks again for the responses!
  10. *POINTS AT PEN NAME WITH A GRIN!*
  11. The old gal’s engine wont start. Don’t ask me what model the vehicle is I have no fucking Idea. I just know it’s a FORD and it’s from an age where they still used manual rolled up windows and a CD player was considered a hot selling item. She’s an ugly little rust bucket to be honest, but she gets me where I need to go when I actually need to drive somewhere. Granted about twenty five percent of the time my face is getting smoke from where my air conditioner should be. I keep trying to get it fixed, but every time I do the mechanics just stare at me in confusion on why I’m even driving this lumbering corpse of a vehicle. Cause It was dirt cheap and it actually does technically perform the barest essential task a vehicle should be able to do. Take me from one location to the next. Granted, the poor old gal stalls whenever I run into a traffic light that’s not green and I have to coax her out of another cardiac arrest, but she gets her old ticker of an engine moving again. So I’m sitting there, twisting my key, listening to my Elder FORD plead for me to let it die already, when the most baffling thing ever happens. “GET OUT OF THE CAR.” Some normal as fuck dude in a ski mask and what looked like a nine millimeter pistol is attempting to Car Jack me. I couldn’t help it. I kept turning the key, letting the old girl whine and shudder a few more times as I stared at this baffling carjacker incredulously. With a smirk I can barely keep off of my face I ask him a very simple question. “Out of all the fucking cars you saw on this street, you pick this piece of shit to try and steal? You serious right now?” “FUCKER IF YOU DON’T GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING CAR I’LL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT, MOVE!” I threw my head back and laughed as I put my hand to my forehead. Fucking Christ why did I get out of bed this morning. “Get in the car.” I ordered. “You and I are going on a drive.” “FUCKER DO YOU NOT SEE THE GUN I’M POINTING AT YOU?” “Are you? Cause you’re holding that peashooter sideways man, you’re just as liable to hit my car as you are to hit me with that fuckin janked up grip you got on your weapon. Get in the fucking car.” He tries, but of course my old gal’s passenger seat door is a bit finicky, which is why I leave the window half rolled up. “Reach inside and open it from the inside, it’s the only way that fucking door opens. Seriously out of all the vehicles on the street you pick this one?” “Shut the fuck up!” The ski mask wearing man yelled as he got inside of the passenger seat while keeping his gun trained on me. I couldn’t help but notice he actually shifted trying to hold it sideways to upright. Hey, look at that, it can be taught! “What are you waiting for! Drive!” I shoot him a dead panned look as I twist the key again, and this time the old Gal coughs and sputters to life, filling the inside of my vehicle with smoke as the whole thing starts to shake and tremble at the thought of being forced to drive once again. Sorry Old Gal, Until you quite literally won’t start any more I’m going to squeeze every fucking mile out of you as I can. Not like I drive you much anyway. Normally I just take a train or the bus, but getting to places like Clareabelle’s store is easier with driving. “Your engine light is on.” The Ski Mask man said looking at the dash board. “NOOOOO!” I said in my most scathing sarcastic tone I can muster, “I just got the Old Gal back from the repair guy too! Do you think he might have missed something?” “Maybe I should get out.” He didn’t seem to like how unfazed I was about the gun at my head. “Oh nonono! I insist! Think of it as a free Uber! Why I’ll even figure out a complimentary destination for you!” “You drive where I want or I’ll blow your brains out!” The man yelled at me, sticking the nine millimeter right to the side of my head. I proceed to reach up and snatch the gun out of his hand before he can even react. He starts freaking out and holding his hands up of course as I keep my eyes on the road. “You’ve never done this before huh? Never leave your gun in a place where your opponent can grab it dumbass. Your bullets shoot at range for a reason! Now this time I want you to point it at me and keep as much distance between us as possible, got it?” I handed back the gun, holding onto the business end. He looks so confused even under the ski mask as he shakily grabs it and trains it on me with his back against my passenger seat door. “Wh-What are you playing at! Why did you give my gun back? Are you fucking stupid!?” “I’m having a real bad day Jack. See you’re a carjacker, so I think Calling you Jack will work for the both of us.” Jack’s not sure what to do with himself as he keeps an eye out around him as I drive, all while keeping a shaky aim at me. “You don’t look like you’re carrying anything. Botched robbery?” “SHUT UP AND DRIVE! FUCK WHY DO YOU TALK SO MUCH! Another word and I’ll shoot you!” “Oh please do. However if you shoot, do me a favor and empty the whole clip and try to aim center mass. I don’t need you putting any more holes in the old gal than she already has.” The Carjacker looked at me in some bafflement as we turned another street corner. “What are you suicidal or something? Where the fuck are we going!” “You know I’ve been asking myself that all day. Where am I going anymore. Most attractive fucker I’ve ever seen comes into my life and I can’t touch him or he might end the universe, and whats worse is he’s got me so goddamn randy now that I’m half tempted to go back home and just let that Alpha pound the shit out of me just to get me to calm the fuck down. I know I shouldn’t reward him for fucking my bathroom up like that, but if he has that apartment clean I might just say fuck it and ride that weird ass knotted cock of his.” “You’re a faggot?!” The Ski mask man yelled in a higher register voice. He sounded almost scared. My carjacker can’t be this cute! I felt an impish grin play on my face. “Why? Does that excite you Jack? Trapped in some rust bucket, going god knows where with some professed faggot who isn’t scared of your little peashooter?” I let my words play in such a way that he wasn’t sure I was talking about his pistol or the firearm between his legs. He tries to work himself up into a rage as he trains his gun even harder on me. “I-I’m not fucking gay! Don’t you fucking play with me!” I laugh as I keep my hands ten and two on the steering wheel. “Holy shit you really are closeted?! Fuck man I was taking a shot in the dark on that one! How long have you known?” “Sh-Shut up!” “What’s stopped you from coming out man? Religious parents? Afraid of bullies in school? Uncle touch you in a bad place?” He panicked and pulled the trigger on that last one. A normal human’s ears would be ringing and damaged from the sound of the gunshot, but my non magical defense prevents such damage from happening to my hearing. The bullet hits the side of my head, but as it does so its momentum is absorbed into the non magical defense so much that it didn’t even so much as touch my skin before it dropped from being a millimeter from being in my hair and bounced off my shoulder into the passenger seat. I didn’t even skip a beat as I kept talking as he stared at his gun in confusion and fright. He looked like he wasn’t expecting to actually shoot it, which spooked him. Then he found the gun hadn’t done anything, which spooked him even more. “Had an uncle perv huh? I get it dude, having a bad experience like that can make you scared that he made you like that or something. Ever thought about talking about that with someone!” “What the fuck!? Why didn’t the gun work? Did that guy sell me blanks?” The Collective Unconscious at it again making him rationalize why his gun didn’t work instead of acknowledging that his bullet didn’t do shit to me. “Well? Have you?” “What the fuck do you want man?! Where are you taking me?” Why did Jack sound like I was the one kidnapping him now? “I have no clue honestly. I’m just trying to stick to the side roads so I don’t have to see a traffic light.” Well that wasn’t exactly true, I generally had an idea where I wanted to go, but I wasn’t sure how to get there from Claire’s shop. “So have you talked with someone about your uncle?” “Why do you even care!?” “I’ve had a bad day, and I’m curious: Why has some guy who’s never done a crime a day in his life decided to attempt to rob some store, failed miserably at it from the looks of you, and then attempting to carjack the worst Fix Or Repair Daily in the Tri-state area? You’re probably some paper pusher right? Office Jockey?” Another couple shots out of the man’s gun at me, this one at my arm and my side. Both bullets halt a fraction of an inch away from my skin like the first one and flop uselessly down towards the Old Gal’s floor. The One on my side actually punched through my shirt and fell down inside of it instead, the bullet actually getting caught by the waist of my jeans. “Shit! Shit! Why are they all blanks!” “So Jack, who are you in trouble with? Cause that’s the only reason I can think of someone like you who hasn’t done a crime in his life would be doing something like this right now. I’m not getting the feeling you’re a druggie either from the way you carry yourself. Gambling debt? Loan sharks?” He threw the gun on the ground and buried his face in his hands in frustration. Oh yeah, he sucks at this. He has no fucking clue what he’s doing at all. “J-just let me out of the car man, I’ll leave you alone.” He sounded so dejected. It was actually kinda cute if you got over the fact he tried to shoot me three times over. My own ability to feel fear with small arms was practically non-existent since my family played with small arms like this with each other like a normal person would play with PaintBalls. We’d go out in the woods when I was a kid with semiautomatic weapons and tactical armor and just shoot the shit out of each other from behind cover until we didn’t have any coverings left on our bodies. It was one of the few memories I have of my family I actually liked. Being held at gunpoint like this was just fuckin nostalgic to me more than anything. “Sure, after you answer my questions Jack The Closeted Paper Pusher with the Pervy Uncle. Who are you in trouble with?” “I took this loan okay! I thought I could make the deal work fast enough that the interest wouldn’t matter, but the deal turned out to be a scam and now the men I got the money from want their money back and the interest keeps piling up! They keep taking shit from my apartment man! I don’t even have a bed anymore!” “Holy shit,” I chuckled as I turned another street corner in my trembling Ford. “You got fleeced like a motherfucker didn’t you?” “W-what do you mean?” “Bitch who do you think scammed your dumbass?!” I said, laughing louder, “Fucker those guys got you fuckin good! Made you some kind of get rich quick scheme deal right? Then they probably said they ‘knew a guy’ who could loan you some money but you’d have to pony up some cash yourself right?” The man was staring at me dumbfounded through his ski mask as I laughed even harder. Holy shit! “Jacky boy, come on now you didn’t smell the scam a mile away off this fucking deal?” “What am I going to do?!” Ski Mask Jack lamented into his hands again, “Some teenager who just got his first car is smarter than me. I’m fucking useless.” “Oh! That’s why you picked this car!” I said in dawning realization. “You think I’m some teenage punk you could scare easily right? How old do you think I am?” “I-I don’t know, f-fifteen? Sixteen?” The guy said as he looked apprehensively at me, “I’m not so sure anymore. You just look like some snot nosed skinny teen at a distance but you don’t talk like one at all.” “That’s cause I’m twenty-eight dumb dumb.” I retorted with a smirk. He looked at me baffled but I just rolled my eyes as I turned another street, now recognizing some landmarks and street signs. “My family got some bangin genes, we all look younger than we actually are.” “Holy Shit.” The guy said in some bafflement. He was calming down at least. Which was nice cause we were pulling up to the police station. He froze in his seat and looked at me in a panic. “Now don’t you give me those puppy dog eyes Jacky boy, you tried to shoot me three times with that blank filled gun remember?” I wagged my finger at him, playing into his rationalization that his gun was useless. “Now you are going to go inside of the station and you’re going to tell them exactly what you did today. I’ll be a buddy Jack, and I’ll leave out that you shot your gun at me. We’ll just say you tried to carjack me and I talked you into turning yourself in, which is the fuckin truth by the way.” I put my finger to his chest. “Tell them about the loan sharks, tell them why you did what you did, and get an attorney to soften up any charges they might give you. You’re a first timer so they’ll be lenient anyway. After that, work with them to get those loan sharks and talk with them about getting some therapy about that Uncle business. No reason you need to be holding that shit in.” Jacky boy was actually sniffling behind his ski mask and thanking me as I got out with him and walked him into the station. Yeah he tried to shoot me, but with him holding his gun like that he was going to fire that gun with every nervous twitch he had. At least the dumbass ran into me instead of someone else who could have actually got hurt or worse. Then his ass would have been in a whole lot more trouble than just a gloriously failed convenience store robbery, which I later found out was manned by some teenager witch who made stuff fly at him from all directions like a damn poltergeist. The security footage was fucking hilarious not gonna lie.
  12. Tucked under the arm of a drunk and angry looking knight of the Silbel Army was a frightened and pleading little Hareling boy. He looked mostly human save for two large pink bunny ears that matched the color of his hair, and a tuft of a tail that poked out from behind him. He was bound, blindfolded and gagged in the same restraints that he had been in when he had stood on the auction block. The knight had recently gotten a bonus, and after drinking copious amounts of alcohol he decided to poke his head into a slave auction to see if there was any scared boys to play with. He always liked to break in the terrified ones. This Pink eared Hareling was by far the most shivering and terrified of the bunch, and he had paid quite a bit more coin than he had wanted to make sure he won that auction. So much coin in fact that he was feeling pangs of buyers remorse. Sure this frightened lad was going to be fun to torment, but he had spent so much of his bonus on this scrawny little demi human. He’d just need to make sure this brat paid him back and then some with his screams of mercy. The knight considered himself an upstanding citizen of Silbel, and was quite nice to free human children and citizens of the country. However once they made it on the slave block, they were just objects to toy with to him. It was his legal right to consider them that way as well. What did he care if they lost their parents or they were stealing. The circumstances that put them on that slave block didn’t matter. Once they were up for sale, he didn’t need to think of them as people, and that made tormenting them so much fun to him. The knight roughly tossed the boy onto his bed in his private quarters so hard he bounced off the wall. He had already greeted his friends earlier and joked about how there was going to be quite a lot of noise out of his bedroom tonight, and to not worry about it. They didn’t care, and even laughed, cause it was just some demi human slave after all. Who cares what happens to them right? The Silbel government all but made such a mindset law, though they did pay lip service to the idea of treating slaves nicely when pressed by other nations. If he was going to enjoy this boy, he wanted to see his frightened face. That was always the best part. Enjoying their despairing face when they realized nobody was going to help them. Roughly he ripped off the blindfold and gag from the whimpering boy, expecting to enjoy pleading cries for mercy. The kid instead stopped struggling and stared up at him with such a bone chilling smile and dead eyes that he had a tremor of fear in his heart for the briefest of seconds. He tried to turn it into rage and quash the feeling, but the Bunny boy’s ears seemed to have twitched the second that heart palpitation happened. “Hi Mister Knight man. How much money did you end up losing on me?” The dead eyed grinning lad effortlessly got out of his restraints, never breaking eye contact, never blinking. “I tried to make sure who ever ended up with me paid through the nose. I do like to make sure I hit you peoples wallets as much as possible.” What was he saying? He raised his hand to slug the boy in the face for his insolence, but all of a sudden a horrifying feeling of exhaustion flooded his body. The kind of feeling when he had broken a magic item by mistake a few months back. “Mister Knight Man,” The bunny boy cooed as he stood up and stretched on the bed, “You probably shouldn’t try to do that. It’s not good for your attunement slots.” “What…Did...you....Do?” He asked, barely able to think. He felt so utterly sluggish due to the curse of Exhaustion in his body. “Well you see Mister Knight Man,” He whispered, grinning that dead eyed grin at him, only making him feel more fear inside of his heart. He couldn’t think straight anymore. “I used that tiny little bit of fear you felt earlier and I crafted it into a magic item called a Geas. Do you know what a Geas is Mister Knight Man?” He didn’t wait for the trembling knight to respond as he leaned in and smiled so much wider. The bunny boys eyes dilating to pin pricks as he enjoyed the frozen man’s fear. “A Geas is a magic item that is given instructions by me that you are to perform. If you do not follow those orders, the Item will attack and destroy one of your attunement slots. You’ve already lost one of them Mister Knight Man. Do you know what happens if you lose all three?” The Hareling leaned in and took his tongue, dragging it up the quaking man’s face as his ears feasted on the fear he was feeling. “It will give the item access directly to your soul mister knight man. Which means if you don’t follow it’s instructions, it won’t just kill you Mister Knight Man, it won’t even let you have an afterlife. No god will be able to bring you back if my Geas devours your soul.” The boy let out a staccato of giggles after he told the confused man that, enjoying all the fear the man was giving him to play with as he crafted more and more items inside of the night with his concentrated emotion. “Do you want to know what the orders are, Mister Knight Man? “ He whispered into the knights ear through his giggles, standing on tiptoes on the bed and leaning on the knight to do so. “Would you like to guess?” “How....how are you...doing this?” “I’m fifty nine years old Mister Knight Man, did you know that?” He nibbled on the man’s earlobe as he stood stock still in fright, not sure what to do at all anymore. “I spent so much of that time feeling so afraid, so scared of my master. He was such a cruel man, such an evil man. But then one night… he came.” A lustful noise came into the Bunny boy’s voice “He was bought by the man, a lovely blue eyed angel of a Lynxian. I had foolishly pitied him so much, thinking he was going to live out his days in fear like I had been. He was such a small little thing too, couldn’t have been more than a toddler at the time.” The bunny boy giggled again. “But I watched him! I did! I did watch him Mister Knight Man!” He sounded so excited, so yearning as he told his confusing tale into the frightened knights ear. “I watched that delightful cherub crawl on top of that awful, disgusting fat slob and strangle the life out of him with his tiny little fingers! He didn’t let fear stop him! He took control of it and he used his anger to end that pig of a human right then and there.” The bunny lad pulled back and stared so deeply into the terrified knights eyes. “It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my whole life, Mister Knight Man. So beautiful, as that cherubic angel of a lynxian stared into the frightened eyes of the man who sought to make him a victim, and turned that fear right back on him instead! Mister Knight Man, I confess I was given such clarity that night that it made me realize I had been letting fear control me this whole time.” The bunny boy licked the man’s face again, this time directly over one of his eyeballs as he shuddered in fright. He didn’t want to do anything that would trigger another attack on his attunement slots. There was so much fear inside of him now that he couldn’t think of doing anything but just pray the Bunny boy would let him go. “He didn’t stop there either. No. My little cherubic lynxian kept on going! I know he did! I know it!I know it for sure Mister Knight Man!” He was yelling with such glee into the man’s face. He thought perhaps his friends might hear what was going on and come save him, but he realized with some horror that he had told them that it was going to be loud in his room and not to worry about it. As far as his friends in the barracks knew he was just having fun with his slave. “I love him so much Mister Knight Man. He inspired me to be the Hareling I am today! He inspired me to bask in my fear until I reached out and felt the presence of such a wonderful caring being. A being that gave me the power to not only use my ears to feel the fear within others, but the ability to craft and manipulate their fear into magic items! It was such a splendid gift, and I got it all thanks to the inspiration that cherubic beauty gave me. My Love. My Silbel Strangler!” He gripped the man by the collar as he giggled wildly, his grin stretching so far that it hurt him and made tears fall out of his eyes that he hadn’t let blink yet. “I’ve been trying to find him! Trying to find my love! He’s just so sneaky though! Such a sneaky little lynxian! When I find him though mister knight man, we can finally be together! I’m not going to let anyone else have him!” His face took on such a frightfully angry expression so quickly that it made the man piss himself, “Especially not a human. I would never give up my love to a human. Never ever ever Mister Knight Man. He’s mine. All Mine!” He petted the terrified knight’s face as he giggled, letting his face take on his grin again. “I’m going to tell you what the orders are on your Geas now Mister Knight Man. Are you ready? Are you ready to hear your orders! Remember, if you try to deviate from the orders my Geas will devour your very soul. You won’t even get a chance to plead your case to the angels and gods! You’ll be completely gone forever and ever and ever Mister Knight Man. So it’s very important that you follow your orders quite carefully if you value having an afterlife. Do you understand?” The knight gave a barely perceptible nod even as his mind was overwhelmed with fright. “GOOD! I’m so happy you’ve been listening, Mister Knight Man! Here are your orders! Don’t worry, I’ve given you all the tools you need to carry out your orders.” The childlike voice dropped entirely as a jaded and cold order took it’s place, devoid of all the parody of childhood he had before. “I want you to pick up your weapon and kill as many people in these Barracks as possible. Starting with your friends Mister Knight Man. I don’t want you to be loud about it either. I want you to be a sneaky Mister Knight Man. I want you to slit as many throats as you possibly can. Once you are caught, my items inside of you will give you the strength and endurance to fight and keep fighting until you can’t fight anymore. Do not let them capture you mister knight man. That’s very important. If you can’t kill anyone else and they’ve captured you, you need to immediately kill yourself. If you don’t, my Geas will eat your soul right up Mister Knight Man. Do you understand your orders?” The man nodded, moving as quickly as he could to grab his sword and exit the room with such a panicked look in his eyes. The Hareling let out a staccato of giggles and slipped his small body right through the window and made his escape out of the building. He would find a place to hide some distance away and listen to the fear within the barracks as they try to fend off their now super strong and homicidal companion. The little Hareling hoped his love, the Silbel Strangler, would be proud of him if he could see him now.
  13. So yeah, I've had a bit of whatever the opposite of a writers block is lately, and I ended up typing so much it busted my Laptops keyboard. Had to go out and buy me an external keyboard after, which didn't set me back much, but I'd thought I'd share that fun little anecdote. Apparently typing well over 100k words in less than two weeks can exacerbate wear and tear on a keyboard.
  14. The small mining village where The Old Man’s Tavern resided in was noticeably vacant of residents this morning. The reason for this was the same reason it had been vacant the last time the maids had shown up in force. They were evacuated from the area by the Bertolde estate for their own safety. Some had not seen the reason for that evacuation until that horrifying minute where the sky itself was lit up with blasts of magic and the crazed howls and roars of so many werewolves flooded the night air, even over the thundering rainstorm. The village still hadn’t quite recovered by the time the Old Man informed them they’d be coming back. Even the ones who had been reluctant to leave the last time were all too happy to make their exodus out of town and wait for the powerful magic users and the potential trouble they might bring to go away. Whatever the Bertolde Estate was up too, they were of such a higher caste than anyone living in the village that none really dared offer more than whispered curses towards their local rulers for causing the village so many issues. Though the Duke was a fair man, even the fairest of Nobles were not to be taken lightly, especially when they had so much magical firepower at their disposal. There was also the fact that they did not have to evacuate the village in the first place. Many of the more level headed residents were able to inform their angrier counterparts that many of their kin could have been killed in that brief skirmish if they had not been made to leave beforehand. The Dukedom knew Preja Bog was attacking, they said, so it only made sense to ensure the safety of its citizens. Some even felt glad for being under Duke Bertolde once they came to such conclusions, though the accuracy of such assertions is tenuitive at best. On that clear morning with dew hugging the grass outside, the air in front of the Old Man's Tavern warped and popped, causing A carriage surrounded by several Maids to appear. Inside of this carriage was a very excited little Lynxian who was wearing a quite fancy frilled suit that had rather short trousers that only just qualified as such, and quite high stockings that ended just above the knee, giving a flash of his thighs in the middle. This with a tailored overcoat that was split deeply in the back to leave plenty of room for his tail to maneuver. The entire getup was white and blue, the colors of the Bertolde Estate and Lord Baldric, and was made to accentuate his absurdly fancy collar around his neck. One might question who the Noble was in that carriage with an outfit like he was wearing, however it was generated out of compact frozen snow and ice by Lord Baldric, who had designed the look entirely for his little lynxian. He even put a bell both onto his collar as well as the tip of his tail, which Kotik actually found he liked after a moment of feeling embarrassed about it. He had had to do some training on how to walk in the heeled shoes he was wearing, but thanks to his collar’s accelerated learning he had been able to pick up the art even faster than Bavaram belly dancing. This was partially due to his tail and extra set of ears offering a level of balance that a normal human simply did not have. “And who be this fancy youngster showin up at mah tavern this mornin?” “OLD MAN!!” Kotik leaped, not ran, directly from the carriage and into the arms of the elderly man who still looked quite built even in his old age. One of his eyes was clouded and there was a scar dragged down the entire side of his face down into his tunic. He let out a grunt at being tackle hugged around the neck, which was subsequently followed up by Kotik’s legs and tail wrapping around him as well as he hugged the man as hard as he dared without hurting him. “Whoa there, y’all gonna bust this old man’s bones if’n y’all hug me any tighter.” He said with a laughing admonishment of the lad, patting him on the back as Kotik pulled a way with a huge teary smile. “Y’all know how much business Ah’ve been losin since I haven’t had mah star server and food catcher helpin round here?” The old man said, poking Kotik’s nose, “The customer's swear’n up and down that it just aint the same without ya youngin, it’s given me quite the handful! Ah done think ya spoiled the lot of em!” Kotik was so moved at that moment he simply opted to bury his face in the neck of the old man and just hug him like that for a moment while the other members of the carriage stepped out. One in particular that had to employ every spec of his noble and performer training to keep himself from freaking out was one Lord Baldric, who knew exactly who that old man truly was. The Old Man seemed quite pleased with the fear of Baldric, if only slightly showing, and decided to have fun with it. “Say, Kotik…” The old man started with a grin and looked over at the Lynxian who still had his face buried in his neck. “Mhmmm…” Kotik replied, not looking up. “Ah didn’t recognize this Noble boy when ah first saw the lad, but ain’t he that Bertolde boy who galavants about the world chasin youngster bum like he be a breedin dog in heat?” Never in all the years of the Bertolde Estate’s existence has their MaidStaff been so utterly incapacitated. The epic struggle to hold in their laughter at the comment was only worsened by Shahnaz and Count Raudh, who both spat and burst into such an uproarious fit of giggles that they collapsed on the ground in front of the Tavern. Even the strong willed Maids had to hold onto the cart for support and turn away from the utterly devastating description of their lord. Shahnaz looked up to see that Lord Baldric actually had a small flush of embarrassment, the shock of which made her laugh even harder on the ground. She was probably the only maid in the whole estate comfortable enough to do such a thing since she had such a close relationship with Lord Baldric. It would be quite some time after the fact that the phrase “youngster bum” didn’t incapacitate Shahnaz where she stood. Kotik meanwhile looked positively mortified. He took the old man’s face in his hands and looked at him with pleading eyes. “Old Man. You can’t say that kinda stuff to a noble! You could get hurt!” “Oh ppssssh, Ah’m old! Ah’ve done mah time in this world. If’n ah go out bringin a noble brat down a peg or three ah say that’s a good way ta go.” “But I like him.” Kotik said, his pleading look only going stronger. The old man let out a strong sigh and ruffled the boy’s well groomed hair and ears. “Alright I’ll be nice to the whipper snapper, but only cause y’all like him okay! If’n y’all start to not like him just let yer old man know and ah’ll thump him good for ya!” “Old man! Nobles!” He let out a raspy laugh as he carried Kotik inside, letting him take in the homey and quaint looking birthday party they had set up. It was nothing fancy. Streamers, scented candles, banners that read “Happy Birthday Kotik.”, it was just the normal looking birthday of a peasant boy. Kotik was actually shedding tears of joy at the sight. He was having a hard time keeping his lip under control looking at all of it and had to bury his face in the old man’s neck again for a minute to steady himself. It was everything he had wanted before all this happened. Nothing big, nothing fancy, just a little Birthday Party for one time in his life. The old man seemed both pleased and in some pain holding Kotik and seeing him go through all those emotions. It only made his wrath at the people who had hurt his boy over the years grow even more as he comforted him in the Tavern. It wasn’t long before the fun actually began however. One particular moment of delight among the pleasantly chatting guests and games was the epic struggle that was the arm wrestling match between the birthday boy Kotik and Count Raudh. “I would like to challenge this supposed undefeated champion of arm wrestling to a duel!” The Count had said with a competitive smirk on his face, which Kotik was only too eager to match in intensity. Unlike with sex, where Kotik took great delight and pleasure in being submissive and surrendering control to others, in competitions like this the Lynxian’s competitive spirit shone through. On paper, it looked like Count Raudh had the arm wrestling match in the bag. His arms were so much more defined and muscular than Kotik’s own supple limbs, and he took quite a lot of pride in his physical prowess. However the Ruby haired lad knew from his race and his sparring match with Kotik that the lynxian was not to be underestimated at all. “Whoa there, look at this youngster go! Ah’ve never seen anyone last more than a few seconds against Kotik!” The old man said with a genuine laugh as he watched the two lads grinning like predatory beasts at each other as their arms shook so desperately to claim dominance over the other. Count Raudh had gotten a surprise lead early on by employing every strength esoteric item he had to give him an edge against his much stronger opponent. It had taken the lynxian by surprise and almost made him lose, but the birthday boy had halted the Counts advance just before his arm hit the table. Kotik’s eyes went into slits and his mouth took on a huge grin as he began to shakily push his arm back against Count Raudh’s own, making the Noble lad’s face grow red in concentration as he tried to maintain that early lead. Even with employing his Barbarian esoteric items to augment his strength however, the struggling count was finding his trembling arm slowly but surely being brought to the other side of the table. If he had more strength augmenting items it might have helped, but he preferred ones that augmented his speed over strength cause he normally was more than strong enough for what he had to deal with. The old man held Kotik’s arm up in victory when he had finally slammed Count Raudhs arm into the table, shattering the poor thing’s legs in the process from the force of it. Raudh, who had his breathing so controlled the day before, found himself sweating and huffing slightly after that epic struggle. He was grinning though, his affection for the Lynxian had only grown seeing Kotik get so spirited in their competition of strength. Lord Baldric surprised Kotik by materializing a strange instrument with a crank on the end of it. The instrument looked a bit like a fiddle he had seen Bards use, but far more complicated. It looked so strange resting on Baldric’s lap in front of the onlookers, with both buttons, strings and even a hidden compartment on top that he could open and close. It was seemingly designed like someone couldn’t quite figure out what kind of instrument to make and just decided to make an amalgamate of several, and put a crank on it for good measure. Kotik had laughed when Lord Baldric had amusingly held out the instrument and said. “Behold Kotik, The Hurdy Gurdy.” “It cannot be named that!” Kotik said through giggles, even the maids joined in at that, though they looked more excited than amused since they knew what the young lord could do with that instrument. He started off simple, playing a few plucking notes on the instrument, as well as tapping on the instrument for something of a percussion beat. The notes sounded strange in the room, echoing differently than other sounds that were playing on the air, lingering longer like they were in a cathedral instead of a Tavern. Kotik liked the subtle notes and thumps he was making with it, enjoying how calming it was, however it wasn’t long before he detected something off with what he was hearing. After he would play a pattern of notes, the sounds of those strings or the raps against his instrument began to repeat and continue to play like he hadn’t stopped. The effect was he built up a foundation melody, and he began to add onto that with ever more exciting and strange sounds that he elicited out of the Hurdy Gurdy. Some of them sounded almost like horned instruments. Some sounded like the soulful warbling cry of a singer with how he made the strings let out those pleading cries with his fingers and the crank. Then with rapid flicks of his wrist back and forth he began to coax out of the instrument on top of all the other sounds the energetic playing of a fiddle. If that hadn’t shocked the lynxian enough, Lord Baldric then began to fully twist the crank in earnest on top of all the former notes, which elicited a truly haunting, almost metallic sounding cry on top of that. The effect was staggering after only a couple minutes of playing, as the layers of mesmerizing notes, crying strings, and heart thumping, almost metallic warbles he could coax out of the instrument flooded the air like there was an entire band of bards playing in the Tavern right then, not just one lone player. Kotik’s eyes and both sets of ears were transfixed on the masterful handling of this strange instrument he had not even known Lord Baldric could play. Even the way the various notes echoed and played within the room was under Baldric’s control. The things he seemed to be able to accomplish with sound alone made the lynxian’s cheeks flush and his eyes practically grow hearts in them as he stared transfixed at the Bluish white haired lad. The old man had to take an especially large swig of alcohol after seeing that look on his boy. ‘Must not smite the noble brat, must not smite the noble brat, must not smite the noble brat.’ That was the mantra playing in the Old man’s head as he tried ever so desperately to put his own feelings aside for his boys sake. The way he saw it, he had no right to dictate what made his boy happy after he hadn’t been there to protect him when he needed it. The guilt that plagued the ancient gods heart after finding out how his boy had been living had driven him to bend a lot of arms in the greater pantheon to get himself down here for his extended stay to turn Kotik’s life around. He was just happy his efforts had ended up bearing some fruit, even if not in the way he particularly liked. Surprisingly he had less issues with the Ruby Haired lad, though the way he had used his boy in sex made the god truly wish to rip him a new asshole. However the relationship Kotik had with him outside of the carnal was more masculine and competitive at the very least. With Lord Baldric, Kotik was the spitting image of a fair maiden swooning over her true love. It was a side of Kotik that the cat boy did not give to anyone else. Still, he had no right to try and do anything about it. Not after what Kotik went through. Now, if Kotik is upset with Lord Baldric or he breaks his heart, well that’s a whole different matter entirely! That was what The Old Man clung onto even as Kotik had approached Baldric after such a performance and openly gave him a chaste kiss in full few of everyone present, which got some playful jeering noises out of Count Raudh and Shahnaz towards the two lovebirds, telling them to get a room! NOT IN MY TAVERN, the old man thought with a huff even as he poured another swig. No smiting the brat! Eventually, the moment of truth, the Birthday cake was brought out. It was a simple thing of chocolate and icing with some candles. They could have had the Bertolde estate make it, but the Old Man knew in his gut his boy did not want his Party to be any frilled out noble affair like that. Kotik had to struggle against tears and quivering lips again as they sang The Tavern’s Birthday song that he had heard for other patrons in the past, and even other kids that had come in with their families on occasion. The painful nostalgia coupled with the longing he had had for a moment like this made it very difficult for him to see by the time the cake was placed in front of him. Still he was so happy when he stared down at that simple birthday Cake, beaming with such simple joy that it melted the hearts of all the onlookers who were present. Which made it all the more terrible when the maids they had placed on scrying duty outside had burst into the Tavern to report dire news. “Preja Bog just loosed out a crap load of enemy forces out of it heading right this way!” The Maid said with some alarm in her voice. “It’s not like last time! She’s coming! She’s left the bog! She turned into some strange werewolf thing and is coming right for this village!” The Maids normally would have immediately began mobilizing right away to counter this threat, but a powerfully bone chilling shift in atmosphere hit the room so hard it gave every single person their goosebumps. All slowly turned to stare at the Birthday boy who had his eyes transfixed on his cake as his body trembled. He had been so close. So close to having just a simple, happy birthday party. A wave of blackness radiated from Kotik’s seat and began to slowly encompass all the wood within the tavern, thorny growths poking out the whole way as it slowly but steadily enveloped the entirety of the place of business from floor to ceiling. At that moment the only things that were visible were the glowing flames of the birthday candles, and the enraged, dilated, slitted glowing blue eyes of a crying cat boy. A Lynxian who radiated such a murderous intent that The maids actually moved to protect the Nobles. The deep growl rumbling from Kotik was of a far deeper tone than had ever come from him before, sounding like it should come from a Lion instead of a cat boy. Those enraged eyes snapped ever so suddenly over to where Count Raudh was in the darkness. “Count Raudh.” Kotik said in a deathly calm voice which sounded even over his lion growl, “You said that i’d need to meditate on an emotion in order to become a Barbarian. Yes?” “Uh huh?” Squeaked out the Count, shaking in his knee high sandals at the terrifying presence Kotik was exuding. “Everyone leave the Tavern. Now.” Kotik ordered, turning to face forward into the Birthday cake. “Buy me some time. I have some very powerful emotions I need at least one God to pay attention to right now.” The way he growled that last part out through gritted teeth said he was so unbearably close to just losing control of his rage entirely. He was done trying to hold all these feelings back. Now that he knew he could present them to the gods of emotion, he knew what he needed to do.
  15. Okay so remember when I said I had a hard time finding Werewolves, Vampires and Magic Users that weren’t big assholes? Well there’s something of an additional reason why that is the case. More specifically a reason related to the fact that my status as a member of the Borisov family wasn't exactly secret as much as I'd like it to be. A reason that has this Witch named Claribelle jabbing her finger at my face and trying to shove me out of her bookstore. “Are you nuts!? What are you doing here!? Get out of my store!” She hissed at me, glowering down at my foot and a half shorter body as she tried in vain to push me out the door, practically running in place as she tried shoving me forward like some football tackle dummy. Unfortunately for her she can’t budge me an inch no matter how much she digs her sneakers into the wooden floor to get me to slide out where I came from. For a human of regular strength I might as well weigh as much as a tank with how little their shoves work on my tiny ass body. I just roll my eyes and keep my arms crossed in annoyance as I let her work out her frustration in trying to shove me even a millimeter closer to the door. Finally I got fed up as I hissed at her. “I need your help Claire okay! Could you fucking cool your jets a tad?” “Cool my jets?!” Uh oh, probably could have worded that nicer. “You, a goddamned Borisov, come into my goddamn store when I’ve expressly told you to not do so, repeatedly! You realize you’re putting a target on my head just by being in here!? If any of your psycho relatives finds out I sell magic Items out of here I’m fucking dead, you jackass! Get out of my store!” “Claire!” I put my hands on either side of her green hair dyed head and pulled her down to my level, “If this shit wasn’t serious I wouldn’t have. However I got a visit from a goddamn Devil in the goddamned flesh this morning and I’m a tad rattled right now.” Her eyes dilated at that as she gestured for me to follow her in the back. She was dressed like your typical goth chick, lots of piercings on her face and ears, black clothes with pentagrams and the like on it, the works. The difference of course was she was an actual witch who had a secret method of creating magic items she never showed to anyone. She was something of a supplier and dealer of all things magical potions and gear in the local area. Once we were back in her workroom away from all the fiction books and crap she sold to normal people to supplement her income, she turned on her heel and glowered down at me. “You mean a demon possessed person right?” she sounded almost hopeful for that, which kinda said how fucked this situation was, “Tell me you mean a demon possessed person. Please?” “Trust me I wish it was some demon possessed Person, I could handle that.” I said with a dismissive wave of my hand. “No this was an actual honest to god Devil, complete with red skin, whip like pointy tail and horns, and a fuckin wardrobe budget that put every dollar I ever made in my life to complete shame. Oh, glowing yellow eyes as well.” “Shit! They’re not supposed to be able to come in the flesh like that!” She was pacing back and forth, wringing her hands nervously as she looked at me. “What did he say? Did he say why he was there?” “Fucker said he was on a one hundred year vacation and wanted to watch ‘This realms apocalypse.’ from a closer perspective. Said these ‘end times realms have lax restrictions.’ “ Clarabelle lost control of her knees and had to sit down as she tried to process this, staring off into the distance as she shook lightly. “Shit, I knew all those natural disasters and shit we were having lately wasn’t normal. Fuck.” “Oh yeah, turned out that Spray tanned blondie chick my family iced actually could have ended the world if I hadn’t phoned up some backup. Fuckin Devil actually thanked me cause it saved him from going to another ‘vacation spot with stricter rules.’ “ She narrowed her eyes and glared at me as she sat up and crossed her arms. “What are you leaving out?” Uh oh. “What do you mean?” “You said you needed my help, and you are getting shifty eyed as fuck right now. And I know for a goddamn fact when your scrawny ass gets shifty eyed you’re leaving shit out of your story. Fuckin spill before I crack a wand out on your ass!” “Fine, chill the fuck out already!” I huffed. I needed to fucking say this part anyway so I might as well get it over with. “He also said he was going to make me ‘hopelessly fall in love with him,’ and he put it as a bet that if I could fall in love with some denizen of the night instead of him, then he’d personally postpone the apocalypse for the next hundred years while he’s here.” “So we’re fucked then!” She said in despair, throwing her hands up in the air before burying her face in her hands. “The hell is that supposed to mean?!” I asked, putting a hand on my hip and feeling a bit insulted at her doubting my ability to fall head over heels for someone! The nerve! “Oh don’t you fuckin play dumb Taylor Goddamn Swift.” She yelled at me, jabbing her finger into my chest. “I have fucking yet to see you be in a relationship where it didn’t end up with you making another song and dance about how BAD AND TERRIBLE MY ‘ROOMMATE’ was! You really should get in a recording booth and make some songs about your exes, I bet you could give the actual Taylor a run for her goddamn money!” “Now wait just a goddamn minute!” I fired back, getting angrier by the second as I raised my voice to match Claires. “Every one of those guys WERE assholes!” “Oh really? Really? REALLY? Every single one huh? What about Jeff?” “Listen Jeff snored like a goddamn foghorn at night and nothing worked to fix it, and he said he couldn't sleep unless he was in WereBear form” “Dennis!?” She continued, her glare getting even more intense. “He wanted to Turn me into a psychic vampire like him and wouldn’t stop asking okay? I don’t want to become a Denizen, what’s so fuckin hard to understand about that?” “Vincent!?!” “Come On, you know how often he went into the sewers?!” “He’s a WereRat!” She yelled even louder, looking really pissed now, “They go in the sewers! It's’ what they goddamn do! You knew that when you started dating him! But because he played guitar and his normal form was attractive to you all of a sudden that doesn’t matter, ‘set me up on a date with him Claire, I’m sure we’ll be great together.’” she put on a falsetto voice as she mocked me about that before resuming her glower, “Not three fuckin weeks later you’re bitching to me about how fucking awful he is. Like you always goddamn do!” “Cl-Claire come on…” Shit she was getting really into this now. “Don’t you Claire me!” she seethed, crossing one leg over the other as she glowered even harder at me. “You always do this shit. What’s wrong with the current guy. What’s his name, Dale?” “He keeps putting his scent all over the goddamn place! It’s gross!” “IS HE, OR IS HE NOT, AN ALPHA MALE WEREWOLF?!” “Come on Claire!” I yelled in exasperation, “You know real wolves don’t operate on that Alpha Beta bullshit anyway. It was debunked ages ago!” I turned around and huffed, not wanting to look at her as she tore into me. “WE’RE NOT TALKING ABOUT NORMAL WOLVES, WE ARE TALKING ABOUT WEREWOLVES, WHICH ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT! See now I know you can tell you’re in the wrong when you’re feeding me bullshit half assed excuses like this. What kills me is there’s such an easy goddamn solution to all this drama you seem to have with guys, but you never do it!” “What’s that?” “Why the fuck don’t you just have one night stands, you dumbass! Why is it that you need to be in a relationship with every fuckin Denizen you find halfway attractive at a glance. If you just had casual sex like a reasonable person you’d probably be in a much better mood! But nooo, you need to move in with the guy, then get pissed off at him for ONE thing that you hyper focus on until it encompasses their entire personality for you, and suddenly you don’t get it at all for ages and are royally pissed all the fuckin time.” She then pinched the bridge of her nose and slumped into her chair as she seemed to fight off a growing headache. “Except you can’t do that now, cause you quite literally need to get your obtrusively, obstinate, obnoxiously picky ever shifting standards for what your perfect denizen is to fall in love with in check, or This Devil is going to sweep you off your feet and then end the world.” “It’s not guaranteed he’d end the world, he just said he’d inform me what he’d do should I fall ‘hopelessly in love with him.’ “ Mouth added for me without asking the rest of my goddamn body first. Mouth you are on thin ice today with your outbursts! Are you trying to get her to sling spells at me over here! Nervously I met her gaze as I turned to look at her, and her green eyes were boring into me as she looked so pissed she actually started laughing. “Oh my god. Oh my god you actually have a crush on the apocalypse heralding Devil don’t you?” Shit. “DON’T YOU?! You think he’s fucking hot don’t you!? The guy that’s going to wipe out this whole fucking universe, and you have the hots for him?! “I said he was an asshole!" I retorted, hating how defensive I was sounding right then, " I even punched him in the face! Lot of good that did, just said my hand was soft and he’d enjoy using it to pleasure himself with when the time came.” “We’re all going to die.” She moaned, putting her face in her hands again. “What?” I demanded, feeling frustrated more and more with how I could not get a leg up in this argument to save my ass. “Don’t you get it you goddamn idiot?!” She said, her eyes actually looking misty. “He’s going to present himself as your most ideal partner ever! He’s going to be the most charming dashing fucker you ever laid eyes on, and you’re probably going to fall for it too! If you do, you’ll be killing way, WAY more people than your family ever did you mark my fucking words on that!” She pulled her chair up and gripped me by the collar, glaring into me. “You are going to get over your picky ass and you are going to settle for some denizen so you can buy us time to avert the apocalypse entirely. You are going to try your absolute fucking hardest to fall in love with SOME unlucky asshole you pick. I suggest you pick Dale, cause he’s already there and he hasn’t left fucking yet! You are going to try your goddamn hardest to fall in love with whoever it is, and buy us that one hundred goddamn years to figure out how to save our universe from being destroyed. If you don’t, and I hear you end up getting chummy with this Devil…” She glared daggers at me, “I will personally gather every coven in the goddamn area and take care of your ass my fucking self before the apocalypse hits! Now! If you need magical aphrodisiacs or bullshit like that to get over your goddamn self, I can help you with that, but don’t you fucking dare fall in love with that fucking Devil!”
  16. There’s a whole lot of powdered snow and sloshed up ice on the roads and on the sidewalks as I finally step out of my apartment building. You’d think I’d curse myself for not grabbing a coat and running back up the stairs to the apartment, but this cold barely does anything to me thanks to that non magical defense I have. You might be asking yourself, why would the cold trigger my passive defense? Any non magical damage, regardless of how slight, is absorbed into my non magical defense up to a certain threshold. That includes environmental effects. I can and have lived in pretty repugnant places and managed to be just fine while others would not have had the fortitude to handle it. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t unpleasant and god awful of course, but I can handle extreme conditions better than most. All of my family can. Hell if the end of the world ever happened, caused by something like a zombie apocalypse or what have you, I can almost guarantee we’d be one of the survivors in that scenario. No non magical defense is going to save me from falling on my ass from black ice however. No, that passive ability doesn’t do squat for me as my legs fly out from under me and crash my back into the concrete steps leading up to my apartment. I stepped down one fucking step without looking where I’m going and the next thing I know I’m prat falling like I’m in one of those old timey comedy routines with all the slapstick. Fuck you too universe! Nobody likes you anyway! Surprisingly, a quite large and warm gloved hand reaches out to help me up. His nice black glove that caught my eye must have been made out of what had to be absurdly expensive materials, which was framed by a furred sleeve coat of equal refinement which made the glove look like it was poking through soft clouds of white. I grab out more to just feel that divinely made glove custom fitted around that quite huge hand than to stand up. Like, I’m telling you this wasn’t just some out of an expensive store kinda material. This thing my hand was gripping, this glove, looked like it cost a fortune all on its own from how it was painstakingly made. What the hell were these clothes I’m looking at right now doing in my cheap ass apartment complex? I’m pretty sure whatever material I was feeling as I pulled up to my feet could buy out the whole damn place and have plenty of cash left over. The Black Overcoat with that downy, pure white cloudlike fur that puffed out so luxuriously on his cuffs and draped around his collar seemed equally expensive, if not even more so. It hung on that huge body in such a precisely custom fit way that it couldn’t possibly come from anywhere other than a personal tailor. Did this guy want to get mugged or something? This was not the neighborhood to be wearing expensive crap like this! Hell I’m half tempted to do it myself with how envious I am of the clothes. I can’t even draw my eyes away from looking down at the huge frame of a man with exquisitely shiny dress shoes and custom fitted black pants that pleasingly accentuated his musculature. Hot damn! I never considered getting a sugar daddy, but fuck, I’d make an exception for whoever had a bod and expensive clothes like this. He’d have to be a gigantic asshole to counteract how hot his body looked right then. Almost as if my enemy, the universe, was waiting for me to think that very thing, the Catch behind that beautifully dapper giant of a man came into view. Namely a long and thin pointed tail so red that it seemed to stand out in the sharpest of contrast to the cold and gray world around it. A long, thin, whip like tail of such pure red it was difficult to even glean shadows on it as that pointed tip swept upwards and lightly nudged my chin to look up. Grinning down at me was the thick jawline and equally ruby red face of a horned beast of a man who had rows of devilishly sharp teeth and glowing yellow eyes that seemed to radiate heat itself. He had such feathery black locks of hair draped around pointed red ears and around his glowing eyes, and a neatly trim and cared for black mustache and beard that framed that toothy grin of his. “You took quite a spill there, Mr. Borisov.” No! You are not allowed to have a voice that hot sounding god dammit! Universe, buddy, I’m sorry I said everyone hates you okay? Could you call off the literal honest to God demon standing in front of my apartment dressed to the nines?! I’m sure we could work something out right?! Also I’m catching that this guy from what I can only assume must be the cover of Sexy Demon Magazine Monthly might just be a huge problem for me considering he knew not only my name, but my Family name. A name I make a point of not saying out loud most of the time. “Is this about the poorly spray tanned Blondie chick?” I found myself saying as I gaped up at the man. Fuck! Mouth, what the fuck are you doing man?! You’re going to get the rest of the body killed over here! Brain, quit gawking at those pectoral muscles and get control of mouth before it says something stupid again! Also, we need exit strategies on the double! I’m pretty sure my scrawny ass body isn’t going to do shit against this dude, passive non magical defense be damned! Lets hustle people! The demon smiled broadly at my question and the inner turmoil that he must be able to read on my face. “I am a Devil, just to be clear. Not a Demon.” The very tall red man with that far too sexy voice said with that ever present amused grin of his. His voice held this tantalizingly deep rumble to it, and he spoke and pronounced each word in such a sultry way that it was entirely not fair to my poor ears! I would yell ‘get behind me Satan!’ right now, but I’d probably mean that in an entirely different context than what it was originally intended. “The difference between a Devil and a demon, “His voice rumbled along in that sultry amused tone, never breaking eye contact with me, “would be like comparing a hunting dog to the king of the nation that said hunting dog’s owner resides in. The degrees of separation in caste and social status is so vast that it truly does no one any good to use either word interchangeably.” I didn’t call him a demon out loud right? Brain, help me out here, did mouth call him a demon? It didn’t. So are we to assume he’s reading our thoughts right now? “That is correct Mr. Borisov.” Fuck! “Listen you’re really just going to have to put up with the internal monologue okay, I have no idea how to shut it off.” I said, trying desperately to ignore the fact that he could hear this part of me speaking. How am I supposed to internally monologue when the other person can hear the stuff in my head?! That’s not fair man! “More than fine with me Mr. Borisov,” The Devil man leaned closer with that grin of his, “ I find your panicked thoughts quite entertaining. I also can appreciate that you find my body and voice quite attractive.” Red alert! Red alert! We need to abort! Flee! Maybe some tinfoil would help? I heard that helps block scanning brain waves right? Fuck, come on Universe, what did you have to put this Devil guy out here for man? Do you hate me that much? “For the record, this actually is slightly to do with, as you so amusingly put it, ‘the poorly spray tanned blondie chick.’ Though not because of what you are thinking.” He stood up straighter and adjusted his fur overcoat. “I actually wanted to thank you for stopping that demon's efforts like you did.” Devil says what now? Why would he be thanking me for that? My family put more holes in that superpowered chick than the ending of the movie Scarface! They blew that whole compound to cinders by the time they were done with their private helicopter sweeps and on the ground firepower. “You see Mr. Borisov,” The devil said with a flourish of his wrist, “I had a vacation coming up that I planned on spending on this world to watch this realms apocalypse from a closer perspective, but that demon had almost pulled off the scheduled demolition before my scheduled time off. Thanks to your efforts I was able to start my Hundred Year Vacation precisely where I wanted to be instead of having to find another realm at the last moment.” His grin grew wider, “These end time realms have such lax restrictions on them, I simply did not want to have to spend my sabbatical in a more governed and regulated realm.” Okay that does not sound good at all. Scheduled demolition? Is that what an apocalypse was to these people? Like getting rid of a condemned building in the slums even though people are still living there. “A rather apt analogy actually.” The Devil in front of me responded to my inner monologue again. Stop that! At least pretend you can’t hear it god dammit! The red giant of a man moved around me soundlessly, practically sliding on the ground as he put an expensively gloved hand on my shoulder and pointed to a far off apartment building that had recently been condemned. “I would like to pose you a question Mr. Borisov.” That velvety chocolate rumble of a voice played in my ears. Goddammit stop making your voice sound hot! “Say in a hypothetical scenario the place over there that was condemned had nobody else living in that building. It had no landlords performing maintenance, nobody checking for problems, no governing of the building at all. Nothing at all was being cared for inside this hypothetical building. Mold, wear and tear from outside invading forces kept whittling the integrity of the building. Natural climate further battered the unkempt building, softening its foundations and wearing down its structural integrity. It was falling apart at the seams! Yet, somewhere within that dilapidated and run down proverbial building, there was this one solitary apartment. One Apartment left among all its empty husks of surrounding spaces just like it. Out of every room in that big crumbling building, only one had a semblance of life that, against all odds, still remained with the lights on.” He whispered the next words into my ear, making my body shiver, “would that building still have been condemned?” “Y-yes, but the people in the room wouldn’t like that to happen. They are living there.” The Devil chuckled next to my ear. “They always do. Yet that is precisely where your realm finds itself in. Have you looked into what you refer to as ‘outer space’ lately?” He whispered so softly into my ear, making goosebumps rise on my skin all over. “It’s not supposed to be like that. The Greater Pantheon has long since abandoned this sad and crumbling realm with quite few exceptions. Even with them there are not enough deities paying this particular realm nearly enough attention to this place to warrant saving it. In fact, this realm is such a low priority we’re not even sending our finest demons to carry out the demolition. Noooo… we’re sending what you’d equate to temp workers hired on a job by job basis due to their lack of talent.” “Why are you telling me this?” Oh boy did I not need this existential dread this morning! Hearing my universe essentially is a condemned building, which is being contracted to be demolished by low skilled labor, is just distressingly and depressingly terrifying not gonna lie here! What am I supposed to even do with such information? I then jolted upright and pointed an accusatory finger at him. “Wait! Are you the people that made the Denizens of the night invisible to normal people?!” “No actually.” He said simply, seeming to look up curiously like he could see the Collective Unconscious up there. “Whatever pulled off Crafting that...” He said pointing his tail up to the clouded sky like he assumed I could see it as well as he continued with approval in his voice. “...hailed from this realm. It was quite impressively made as well. Much more impressive than the crude abjurations gifted upon your bloodline. It also makes maneuvering about this realm a lot easier as I do not need illusory disguises.” “Gonna need you to speak some type of english over here Hellboy, cause I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He laughed at that. “I think I saw that movie, I suppose I could see a resemblance, though I can tell you think I’m far more handsome by a wide margin.” Get out of my head you jackass! “You still haven’t explained why you told me all this!” “I told you for two reasons actually.” The Devil turned my face towards him with his Gloved hand. “One was I found your family’s efforts to stop them quite entertaining to watch. They are quite the theatrical bunch I must say. The second is, I plan on dedicating part of my vacation to make you hopelessly fall in love with me.” “Excuse me WHAT?” Oh fuuuuuck this guy, “ You go and fucking threaten my whole goddamned universe,” “Quite literally goddamned yes,” He interrupted with a smirk “You know what I mean! Then you follow that up with saying you’re going to seduce me!?” “I did not say I would seduce you.” The Devil said with an infuriating admonishing tone to his voice. “I said I planned on making you hopelessly fall in love with me. If I wanted to seduce you I’d be able to bed you within the hour.” “Fuck you!” “Eventually Mr. Borisov.” This jackass quipped back with that stupid fucking grin on his face. “However, while I am courting you, you are more than free to pursue other individuals within this realm. I give you my word I will not interfere with such efforts. Should you truly fall in love with someone else during that time...” He leaned in and grinned at me so fucking infuriatingly as he continued, “...and I will know. Then I will personally see to it that the apocalypse is postponed for the entirety of my stay in this realm. Which, to remind you, is the next one hundred years. If you should fall desperately in love with me however, then I shall inform you of what I shall do at that time.” “You realize you fucking suck at flirting right?” I growled at this jackass of a Devil. Where did he get off making a fucking bet about me falling in love with him after what he just said! Jackass! Yeah I know you can hear me! Fuck you! “Actually I’m quite adept at the art. So much so that I decided to make things interesting and give myself something of a handicap with you. You see, Mr. Borisov, If I had wanted to make you fall in love with me easily, I would have simply assumed the form of a Denizen of the Night and swept you off your feet in that form. Then I’d simply tell you who I truly was later when you were too in love with me to even care.” His grin took on a smug look as he said his next words, raising and lowering his eyebrows a couple times as he did so. “ It would have been boringly easy. This way I get to enjoy you knowing exactly who and what I am...” He growled his next words, sounding like he was excited by this game, “...and see you fall for me anyway.” I fucking slugged the bastard in the face. He didn’t even flinch, just looking at my fist before smirking at me. My fist didn’t even push his cheek in much, it was like I had just tapped him with my fist instead of slugging him with a blow I know can break through a brick wall. “Your hand is delightfully soft Mr. Borisov. When you fall for me, I will delight in using it for my pleasure.” FUCK YOU CHEEKS, I FEEL YOU HEATING UP! DON’T YOU GODDAMN BLUSH! Brain! Get this blood flow under control now! Do not give this jackass the satisfaction! “It was a pleasure making your acquaintance Mr. Borisov. I shall be seeing you soon.” The Devil said with a flourish and a bow, grinning at me before turning on his heel and walking away into a smokey portal he conjured out of goddamn nowhere. Fuck! Like I needed something else to torture my life right now! How am I going to deal with this Jackass! Shit. I could tell just from how he tanked my punch that my family’s abilities were not going to work on him. He was on a whole other level than what we were used to. Plus he didn’t seem like a demon wanting to end the world right away like the blondie. No, he wanted to play a game with me. He wanted to make a game out of seducing me and winning me like some prize that jackass could win at the apocalypse carnival. Well get in line and take a number asshole, cause you’re far from the only asshole who has tried! All I need is to find a Denizen I can fall in love with before he manages to seduce me when hell freezes over?! Piece of cake! Bring it on Asshat!
  17. Demented

    Chapter 3

    Writing one of those descriptions that'll hook a reader is so friggin hard lemme tell ya.
  18. Demented

    Chapter 16

    Kotik was quite excited at the moment. His lover and master Lord Baldric said he had a surprise he was going to like quite a lot, as well as a gift that he thinks the Lynxian is going to really like. Despite this news being so heart pounding and thrilling to the lynxian, who was quite a fan of surprises himself, the Young Lord beside him seemed somewhat lost in thought. He wasn’t distant with Kotik of course. How could he with Kotik hugging him around the middle and nuzzling his face into the Young Lords side, but he could feel the sensation that Lord Baldric wanted to talk to him about something. “What’s wrong Lord Baldric?” Kotik asked curiously, keeping his face pressed into Baldric’s side as he looked up at the older teen. Lord Baldric looked down and smiled at the adorable lynxian who was so affectionately clinging to his side. The cat boy’s tail swished about in the air in a content and pleased manner as he did so. “Well, My sweet Kotik, sometimes my mind wanders to places that make me feel a bit out of sorts. Part of it is envy for you I suppose.” “Envy for me? How so?” Kotik asked as he scooted upwards and draped one of his legs over Lord Baldric’s lap with an elegant bend of his knee. “You’re so wealthy and your powers are amazing! You’re super smart too! Oh and you have the most creative ideas for making me feel good! I never even thought about most of the stuff we’ve done before, but they’ve been so heart pounding and fun.” “My sweet, that is what I am somewhat envious of.” He looked so befuddled on how to broach this particular topic with Kotik, which surprised the Lynxian. He normally seemed so sure of himself that seeing apprehension in him brought Kotik more to attention. He could feel almost a pang of fear out of the young lord, though not a flavor of fear he could readily describe. “What do you want to talk about before you mention this surprise and gift?” Kotik shimmied over and straddled the young lords lap. He looked intently at the young lord from that seated position, wanting to get to the bottom of this particular mystery. “You know how you had people who hurt you in the past My sweet?” Kotik nodded with a grimace, those memories were never far behind no matter how nice he was feeling. “You could recognize them as bad at the time because their behavior felt painful to you. Painful and enough for you to want to make them stop.” Lord Baldric sat up against the bed-frame and hugged Kotik’s head into his chest as he sighed. “I had something of a bad experience myself when I was much younger, my sweet. Though I think it is on the other side of the coin of how you can get hurt. In some ways I worry If I ended up more like him than I’d care to admit.” “Ended up like who? You’re being very mysterious right now Lord Baldric.” Lord Baldric smiled a sad smile at Kotik. “I could show him to you. However, part of me does not want to see him, even as an illusion. He hurt me in a way I can’t readily describe like a whip mark or a mean word. He and I are...scarily alike in a lot of ways that I do not like to contemplate. The difference I know for sure is our intent and aims are realms apart from one another.” Kotik was sitting upright now on his lover’s lap as he gripped Lord Baldric’s face in his hands. “I don’t know who this person was, but if he hurt you like how I’m feeling from you right now, then you are nothing alike at all. You’re such a giving person, and you make me feel so nice.” “He made me feel quite nice as well my sweet.” Lord Baldric said, surprisingly having a hard time keeping eye contact with Kotik. The young lynxian steeled his resolve right then and gripped the young lord by the chin and turned him to face the lynxian’s blue eyes. “Show me. Whoever this is, he isn’t like you. I’ll prove it.” Lord Baldric took in a sharp intake of breath, clearly apprehensive about calling forth this particular illusion. He decided to set the stage while he worked his nerves up to summon up the scene. “My sweet. The person I am going to show you is the first person I ever had sex with. However I do not remember this person fondly. In fact part of me is still quite scared of him because of how confused he still makes me feel. I mean that in the literal sense, and not the metaphorical sense when you say someone makes you feel something. I’m envious of you Kotik because you can remember your first time with great fondness, because I made sure I wasn’t doing anything you wouldn’t want to do. I’ve always made very sure I never do anything my partner doesn’t want to do…,” Lord Baldric actually gulped and looked nervous, “Cause I know what it's like when someone doesn’t take that seriously into account.” With apprehension on Lord Baldric’s face, the world went black around the two of them as they laid together. “I met him in the Bavaram circus during my first few months there. He no longer works with them now. When he did however, he was something of a Fortune Teller and a Bard that would work in one of the smaller tents in the sideshow entertainments that were stationed outside of the main event tent.” The scene began to appear, though it seemed hazier and not as sharp as Lord Baldric’s other illusions. A very young and excited Baldric was talking with Shahnaz outside of a rather big tent with a sign that had a fortune telling orb on it surrounded by some kind of artistic representation of a strange snake humanoid with wings. The exchange between Lord Baldric and Shahnaz was quite muffled sounding and not as clear as his illusions normally were either. “What’s wrong with the Illusion lord Baldric? I’ve never seen your Illusions this strangely fuzzy like this.” Kotik was shocked to see a tear coming out of Lord Baldric’s eye as he looked down at his lynxian. “I’m showing it as I remember it my sweet. You’ll understand why it is this way when you see him.” Whatever was said between the young versions of Shahnaz and Baldric, it had been something of an argument, and he was pointing at her to go away somewhere. They seemed to be moving at a slightly wrong speed, almost dreamlike in comparison than one of the scarily accurate illusions Lord Baldric usually summoned forth. Sound seem muted and muffled. Like anything around this tent he was about to enter was just not able to be recorded properly by however Lord Baldric does that. The young Baldric walked in with an excited look on his face as he looked around inside of this strange fortune tellers tent. It was quite big, and on the ground within the confines of the tent was this strangely luminescent golden smoke like substance. It wasn’t fog or steam, it was smoke. Kotik could tell because the sense of smell from the illusion was one of the few things that was coming in loud and clear. Everything else was almost glowing and hazy. Though the illusion didn’t carry any of the effect of the golden smoke that hid the ground so completely, Kotik had a sinking feeling that it was part of the reason why this illusion was so cloudy and hazy. The inside of the tent was black, which was a sharp contrast to the outside of it that was a muted bluish color. When the flap closed inside the tent, charcoal grey smoke billowed up from beneath the golden smoke and covered the walls of the tent, swirling and revealing the black behind it and making it seem more and more like the tent was getting bigger on the inside, while at the same time seeming to box the boy in. Within the blackness of the smoke that clung to the walls of the tent, two bright gold eyes snapped open. Snake eyes that seemed to be luminescent and polished gold just like the smoke on the ground. “Why hello young one, what brings you into Jaakobah’s tent this fine eve.” Kotik’s tail bristled and his skin erupted in goosebumps at the deeply hissing sound of that voice. Something came forward through the Black smoke, while something else disturbed the gold smoke clinging to the ground. The Torso of the man was deeply tanned and quite muscular, with strange, shimmering gold lines tattooed into that dark skin of his. One of the things that took Kotik aback was the presence of two enormous black wings sprouting from the small of his back just a bit higher than where Kotik’s tail resided, and his lower body didn’t seem to be legs, but a single mass of black that slipped into the golden smoke below. That black mass seemed to writhe and poke out in various places outside of the golden smoke, and there was a rattling sound from the tip of what Kotik recognized as a rather large snake tail. The young Baldric tried to back up, but he bumped into this man’s snake tail, who stopped him from moving as it slowly surrounded him. The man took a drag off of something he was smoking in his hand and breathed it out, sending golden smoke out and making strange patterns in the air around the lad, showing that he was controlling and manipulating this smoke as he got closer. “What is your name young one?” Again Kotik did not like this man’s voice. The way he spoke felt so wrong, he couldn’t read this illusion's emotions but the illusion was so hazy that the echo of the emotion practically lingered in it. Young Baldric was in so much danger it scared Kotik. “B-Baldric sir! I'm a new employee to the Bavaram circus! I’m saying hi to everyone!” The man had such long black hair that draped over his shoulders and back in feathery locks. The hair seemed almost made out of the same black down that comprised his enormous wings that were closing slowly around Baldric. The snake man with black wings moved himself so that his torso was hanging upside down as he maneuvered around the boy, his glowing gold snake eyes looking his body over as a skin crawling grin grew on his face. “Ooooh? You’re fresh meat huh? I do so enjoy meeting new recruits.” Young Baldric was now completely surrounded by a perimeter of that snake tail that made a wall around him. The tip of it rattled somewhere, rattling with excitement as the tent grew even hasier. He took another drag off of the thing in his hands, which allowed him to breath more golden smoke, this time directly over the boy. As he did so, the Illusion grew even hazier, things glew even brighter in it. The swirling gray smoke against the black tent walls seemed even further away. “We-Well I said hi, so I should go and say hi to more people.” “Ooooh you don’t need to do that.” The scaly wall of wrapped tail pulled slightly tighter as the man loomed over him, his immense black wings splayed outwards in an intimidating manner. “Just relax. Take a deep breath and enjoy yourself.” Kotiks jaw was clenched so tightly as he shook. He hated this snake man. He made his own eyes slit even as the illusion grew even hazier, and the snake man’s voice took on an echoing quality. “Enjoy yourself young Baldric. Do you want your fortune told?” The young Baldric reluctantly nodded, his eyes looking bloodshot and his breathing haggard inside of this smoke. The snake man’s grin grew even wider as he moved closer, his tail rattling even harder. “Listen to the sound of my voice and take deep breaths, and I will be able to show you visions through the smoke. You need to really breathe it in for me to show it to you properly though. Otherwise the magic doesn’t work.” The young Baldric and everything else grew so much hazier, but those golden eyes that locked onto the Young Baldric’s gaze as he breathed more smoke onto the lad grew sharper and sharper in clarity. “Just focus on my eyes and take in deep breaths little Baldric, your future will become quite clear very soon.” The illusion began to warp and shift entirely as it swirled around those eyes, almost like the snake man was sucking the clarity of Baldric’s thoughts right into him. All of a sudden the illusion was forcibly stopped by a shaking lord Baldric. “After that first time, he wasn’t quite so forceful. He would wait for me to come to him because that smoke he uses made you feel trembling and awful if you weren’t around it long enough. He had power over hallucinations and was a MageCrafter of smoke. He could make me see and feel all sorts of things after I breathed in his smoke. I was scared the shaking wouldn’t go away if I told Lord Tugast and he left without leaving the smoke behind.” “He-he’s so awful.” Kotik said forcefully as he stared at Lord Baldric, “You are nothing alike at all! What would make you even say that?” “He liked a lot of the same things I like, and he used deceit to get what he wanted. Hallucinations and Illusions are even from the same pantheon.” “But Lord Baldric, you truly are nothing like him. Even without reading his emotions every ounce of him was like some predator in the woods stalking its prey. You would never do anything like what he was doing. You are so considerate of what other people like me want it makes me feel like I should do more for you even! That thing was only thinking about himself and he didn’t care who he hurt. If I were there i’d have strangled him right then and there!” “You are much stronger than me then Kotik, cause I didn’t say anything about it for months and I kept going back, and the stuff he did do actually felt good. If I tried to stop however; that shaking from not being around his smoke would act up again. He could even make it worse at will if I tried to resist. Like he stored the feeling inside of me to call upon whenever he wanted. Even now I worry he could call that feeling back up in me once more should we ever cross paths in life again. ” A deep growl rumbled in Kotik’s throat as he stared intently at Lord baldric with his irises growing into razor thin lines. “If you ever see him again, You leave him to me.” Lord Baldric wiped his eyes and let out a chuckle at those threatening sounding words out of his little Lynxian. “Now I’m wondering if I should be more nervous about the boy in my lap than him, sweet Kotik. You look positively ready to pounce right now.” Kotik flushed and settled himself back down, smiling sheepishly. “I just did not like the feeling he gave off at all. He reminded me so much of some of the meaner people who whipped me, the ones who would grin and laugh at me when I cried. Like that fat man.” Kotik’s face grew harder again as he looked up at Lord Baldric who seemed to be settling down after seeing this Jaakobah. “You don’t worry about that thing anymore.” Kotik spat out the words ‘that thing’ like he was uttering a curse. “If it should ever be unlucky enough to meet you again, It will have me to deal with, and I will not give it time to breathe any of his stupid smoke at me. He’ll be too busy learning how much of that stupid tail of his can fit down his throat.” Lord Baldric shook his head with an amused expression even through the jitters his body almost instinctively had from seeing Jaakobah again. Kotik may get his looks and interests in bed from his mother, but this godlike vengeful rage that could swell up within the lad was entirely from Kotik’s dad, the God Cernunnus. After witnessing the deities rage in person, he could see his fingerprints all over Kotik’s angry expression. They looked so much alike with how they got angry it was scary. “Thank you my sweet, though I would ask you not to make a habit of threatening people like that on my behalf. We would not like a repeat of the Garden incident do we? My father is still rather peeved about that.” Kotik blushed and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. “Can I go apologize to him? I don’t know how that’s supposed to work exactly. I talk so freely with Count Raudh and Yourself, but I don’t know how your father expects to be spoken to. I also want to keep up appearances like you said before.” Lord Baldric nodded. “I think I can arrange something if you want to do that. My father’s a bit high strung lately but he’s a reasonable man overall. Now about that surprise;” “Yes!?” Kotik bounced to attention, his ears and tail perking up immediately. He could tell from Baldric’s emotions that he knew this would make Kotik quite excited and he was relishing in the suspense of it. Just knowing that made Kotik squirm about in excitement even more as he stared up in expectation at Lord Baldric. “I have been in contact with the Old Man of Old Man’s Tavern.” Baldric felt his heart warm immensely at the erupting smile of joy and delight on Kotik’s face at hearing those words. “Wait really?! What did he say? What did you talk about!? Tell me! Please!” “The Old Man was, shall we say, quite cross with me about making you miss your birthday party. I must confess He moved himself up the ladder on worst scoldings I ever got in my life.” Kotik looked both amused and shocked before he grinned sheepishly and looked away from Lord Baldric. “Oh yeah, that sounds like him.” He didn’t even question hearing about the Old Man scolding nobility. However his face grew concerned after a brief moment. “ You're not going to get him in trouble for that, are you? He’s like that with everybody! Honest!” Baldric had to laugh at the sheer irony of Kotik being worried about someone who was in truth a literal god walking among mortals, in trouble with something as poultry as a dukedom. He ruffled Kotik’s Lynxian ears. “My sweet Kotik, why would I get mad at a man who spoke only the truth to me about how unfair we had been to you that night? He claimed he only wanted a few hours to throw a birthday or you at the very least, and my MaidStaff and Butler would have none of it. All because they wanted you for my Birthday Party as soon as possible. When he had explained to me his take on events, on top of your own true pain you had expressed on my birthday over it, I felt like this was a wrong that needed to be rectified.” Kotik was practically bouncing with excitement as he put his hands to his mouth. “N-Noooo, you don’t mean…” Lord Baldric beamed, “You and I, probably Count Raudh cause I cannot imagine him not wanting to attend, and probably a small contingent of MaidStaff for protection shall be going to The Old Man’s Tavern to have a Belated Birthday Party for Yourself.” Kotik could not spring to kiss Lord Baldric fast enough, hugging his head and performing the kiss so forcefully and passionately that Lord Baldric surprisingly couldn’t get control of it. His Kotik was quite the fast learner. He suspected Kotik might have been secretly employing the accelerated training his collar can perform to improve at things like Kissing and the like, much like he learned Bavaram dancing within an hour thanks to the Collar. He was quickly adapting to any new position or type of sex act that Baldric had for him. The funny thing is, Lord Baldric never once asked him to do such a thing. He can enjoy adorable inexperience just as much as a practiced lover. However it was sweet that Kotik was taking this aspect of their relationship so seriously. When they finally broke the kiss none of the excitement had left Kotik’s face at all. “When are we going?! What’s the gift then? What should I wear!?” Lord Baldric grinned and rolled his eyes as he scratched Kotik behind the ears and worked at calming the Lynxian down a tad. He might end up gripping Lord Baldric too hard if he kept bouncing about like that, and healing items were no picnic to use. “We’ll be leaving in the morning via teleporting carriage. Hopefully we do not have any issues with Babica while we are there. I’ve been kinda keeping you in the dark on This front but she’s still a smidgen mad at me over this border dispute we had.” Kotik shuddered before looking determined. His blue eyes took on their characteristic slits as he growled his next words in a snarl. “She better not mess with my birthday party again.” the deep growl coming from his chest only got louder, “She already sent her minions to my party once, and although I was shocked by magic that time and couldn’t do anything, I’m well over that now. If someone messes up my party again when I just got a second chance at it...well… Let's just say I’m not going to be pleasant company.” Lord Baldric laughed nervously at that, knowing full well they are going to be going to a party with both a God and a Gigantes present. He silently prayed to any god who might lend an ear for Babica to get the memo not to send any forces over should she find out about this party. For she has no idea what she might be waking up if she were to make an attempt.
  19. Demented

    Chapter 1

    Oh yeah! Hunter could teach a college seminar on the sacred art of bitching lol.
  20. Your humble servant comes before you with a confession, oh Spellcheck. When your holy presence asks me if I would like to add a new word to thine hallowed dictionary, it is not because I have divined a new word for thine enjoyment. Nay, instead the very act of spelling has strayed so far from your holy presence that it boarders on blasphemy! Your wayward servant strayed so far from your path that not even your holy gaze can glean the intended word, much to my shame. I further confess that I do not mystically divine the true spelling on my own. Nay, I flee to the realms of google to seek council rather than shame myself further in your eyes. Your humble servant asks for your forgiveness. Amen.
  21. Listen, cheap rent comes with its own costs. I know you see that sub one thousand price tag for a place to rent on Craigslist and think; ‘hey, maybe I can actually exist with something resembling a budget if I don’t have to pay through my nose to keep a roof over my goddamn head.’ Don’t do it, it’s a trap. Don’t be like me, who has already been through so many of these nightmare scenarios with insane roommates that I’m just simultaneously numb and perpetually aggravated at this point. You might be asking yourself, surely Hunter must be embellishing on how bad his various roommate situations have been. Why, you would go on to say, maybe you’ve had so many bad roommates because you yourself have been the bad roommate all along? Listen you armchair therapist piece of shit, you got no idea what I’ve had to deal with! In fact, why don’t we just take a look at my bathroom this morning! See that? Now a normal person would look at that and think some disgusting asshat missed the toilet or something. NOnono, you see my roommate is “Scenting his territory.” His territory of course being my personal bathroom he’s not supposed to go inside. You might ask yourself, okay that’s gross but why would he do that? Great question! Let's go ask him! “DALE! GET IN HERE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!” “You do not address your Alpha in that way!” came the groggy growl from the hungover man currently half passed out on my goddamn couch that I paid good money for. I don’t think the jerks even touched his bed since he started living here, he’s always got to pass out on some other piece of furniture. Usually the furniture that I would like to use without getting a whiff of that musk of his. He’s starting the alpha bullshit again, so of course I have a rolled up newspaper on hand as well as a spray bottle and I go to try to claim sanity back into this damn apartment again. I gotta admit it’s pretty satisfying seeing him sputter and blink awake when the water splashes into his face and wakes him up from his groggy hangover stupor. Of course, because he’s hungover and on his Alpha bullshit, his eyes go gold and he starts sprouting fur and claws and shit. His body just starts throbbing with muscles as his bones start thickening and stretching as he tries to intimidate me. Yep, Dale’s on his shifter bullshit again. Oh yeah, full blown horror film transformation right in the living room; rippling flesh, morphing bones, sprouting fur and everything you expect to see out of these shifter ass hats. You’d think I’d be scared but to tell the truth it just adds to his annoying qualities. He gets theatrical, growling and rumbling as his body grows and looms over me. I’m just glaring into his wolf eyes and craning my neck up as he keeps getting bigger. All the while my arms are crossed and my foot is tapping with annoyance at having to put up with this shit again this week. I wait until just when his face shifts enough to get a canine nose before I pull out the rolled up newspaper and begin to just swat the shit out of it. It’s best to strike their canine nose when they’re in mid transformation cause they got all those sensitive nerve endings bunched in there that aren’t nearly as protected as they are when they’ve fully shifted. ‘My Alpha,’ as he so eloquently puts it lets out some high pitched yelps and his lovecraftian transformation reverts back to normal after a few well aimed swats from today’s news. As quickly as it erupted out of him all that extra mass went back to wherever the hell it came from as he flopped down on the couch in exhaustion. Shifter Transformations are exhausting once you turn back, and even more so if you fail to transform halfway through like Dale just did. I spray him in the face a few more times for good measure as I glower down at his infuriating shifter ass. “What the fuck did I say about going in my bathroom?!” “You are MY mate! It is my bathroom! I am your Alpha!” Even as he’s yelling that last part I’m spraying him in the face yet again with the water bottle and and my eyes rolling so hard and fast they could probably propel an airplane. “Get this through your shifter skull you WerePieceOfShit, I am not, nor will I ever be, a slob like yours Mate. I’m already half tempted to ditch the roommate portion and just be homeless at this point cause you’re driving me up the goddamn wall. Now” I point towards my bathroom, “Get your sometimes hairy ass in my fucking bathroom and clean up that scenting bullshit you keep doing. And use the good shit, I don’t want that stink in there!” A brief smell test of the couch after he lumbers into the bathroom to deal with his scenting crap tells me that the Pet Odor remover I keep using is trying its hardest to save the upholstery. Unfortunately it’s fighting a losing battle against one of the denizens of the night that has deludedly convinced himself is my ‘mate.’ “You will see one day My Mate!” My roommate calls from the bathroom, “I knew from smelling your scent for the first time that I met you we were destined to be together!” “Destiny can kiss my ass then!” I call back and try my best to save my goddamn couch from this shifters musk nonsense. I swear he is squirting pheromones all over the goddamn place, it’s disgusting! For a brief moment I think I had an understanding as to why my ancestors hunted down werewolves and vampires and shit back in the day. They weren’t saving humanity from the forces of evil, they were just fuckin tired of their neighbor being fuckin weird! Oh yeah, I think that’s part of why I keep running into these people wherever I try to rent an apartment or room anywhere. Especially a cheap one. Cheaper it is, the more likely it is that the universe itself is going to pair me up with some bloodsucker or werewolf or honest to goodness warlocks and shit like that. I’ve lived with entire cults before! Yes! Actual Cults! Didn’t even know they were a cult cause my dumbass didn’t do a property walkthrough before I paid the first and last and hopped in there. In my defence, I was trying to get away from this vampire dick who kept wanting to turn me into one of him when my ass works a dayshift and actually enjoys getting a suntan now and again. Honestly I should have seen the warning signs when it was only a flat five hundred dollars a month with utilities included. That warning alarm should have been even louder when it was described in the ad as “Idyllic living.” At the time though I just wanted to get out from under the clutches of Vlad McBadtouch the groping vampire asshole who wouldn’t take no for an answer no matter how many times I punched his lights out. I didn’t stake him he said, so therefore I must actually just be playing hard to get! Cops couldn’t do shit about it either cause they just saw it as some petty domestic dispute instead of, you know, someone trying to turn someone else into a vampire non consensually. So I walked in the big ass compound with a beautiful wooded garden that had surprisingly cheap rent and on the walls were pictures of this spray tanned chick with blonde hair. I thought fuck yeah five hundred a month for this place? No more handsy vampire roommate trying to sink his fangs into me when I’m asleep? Score! Turned out she was possessed by some five thousand year old demon and was amassing a throng of followers to make a mass sacrifice to open the pits of hell. Of course I had to make some fuckin calls at that point cause you know the cops aren’t going to buy any of this shit. I try to avoid the family business as much as goddamn possible, but yeah the super powered apocalyptic death cult lady had to be handled pretty quick. Now Hunter, you might be asking me, if you have so much disdain for the creatures of the night, then why are you avoiding being like your family and hunting those people down and killing them?! Listen here you psycho, I’ll paint a real simple picture for you to understand. Vampires, shifters, all of them freaky ass people, they’re still people at the end of the day. Last I checked I’m not a murderer. Dale who is currently scrubbing my goddamn bathroom floor and mumbling to himself about how Alpha’s should be treated may be tempting to kill, but he’s still just a dude at the end of the day. My Family is, shall we say, more traditional in their views on the creatures of the night. If they spot a werewolf, they kill a werewolf. There is no talking, there is no hey maybe we can all get along, they just get some silver bullets and they kill the poor bastard right on the spot. Didn’t matter if the people had a family, or if they weren’t actually hurting people, any shit like that. If you’re not a human, or if you are practicing magic, you’re dead. Pure and simple as that. Which is the height of hypocrisy by the way, cause my family isn’t normal either! Oh yeah, don’t think a normal dude can yell down a werewolf and swat him with a newspaper to get him to stop transforming. I’m tougher than your average bloke, it takes a lot more to bruise me than the average asshole out there. Small round bullets hurt like bug bites from an insect who just isn’t in the mood that day. It usually takes up to a fifty cal at close range before I start to see some bruising. I’m not invulnerable, just any type of non magical damage to my body doesn’ do as much havoc to me as it should. No, physical attacks from the denizens of the night don’t count as magical damage either. I mean actual magical attacks from enchanted weapons or magic spells. If it’s not one of those two things the brunt of the damage, if not all of it, is going to be absorbed into my passive non magical defenses. Now what kind of mental image do you have of me right now? Big ol burly guy right? Big Mr. McMacho with domineering muscles and a masculine face? Maybe one of those eighties action heroes who dual wielded machine guns while simultaneously chugging testosterone down their over muscled throats? Wrong! I’m a wafey Four foot eleven inch tall twenty eight year old with the babiest of baby faces with black hair and eyes. Also, I have all the muscular definition of a half starved runway model. You want to know WHY I have the muscular definition of a half starved runway model? Well think back a spell as to what I just told you earlier. I told you non magical damage doesn’t do nearly as much to me as it should. You know what you need to do to have muscles? You need to damage them! As in the thing you do when you do your Non Magical workout routine! Emphasis on the Non Magical part! Working out is literally just breaking down your muscles and letting them build back up again. Except there is no gym membership on the market that can break through my non magical defenses enough to do any lasting effects on these willowy limbs and, as some would describe it, ‘dainty’ body of mine. I can stack any one of those machines with all the weight I want and pump iron all day and the only thing that I will accomplish is agonizing boredom. Boredom and gawking stares from people who want to know how I could possibly be benching that much without even breathing hard. Add on top of that that I age progressively slower than a normal ass human and you best believe I get carded every fucking place I go. Heavens forbid I wear a baseball cap or a backpack, then I get cops thinking I’m some kinda runaway or some shit till they get a look at my world weary eyes that say how long I’ve actually been on this hellscape of a planet. Cannot tell you how many times I’ve had store clerks or some other asshole call over their manager just to be sure my Identification is accurate and not some convincing fake. Fucking annoying let me tell you. The family has ways around this bullshit of course, but like I said, I avoid the family business as much as possible. You want to use the Family’s resources, then you have to participate in the family business. Which is just not happening. Maybe if we were back in the middle ages or some shit and werewolves and vampires would actually kill people that’d be one thing. Though honestly I severely doubt my family’s retelling of history considering how altruistic they make themselves out to be. Bullshit. They’re a bunch of cutthroats with a lot of money with a business that nobody will believe unless you're neck deep in this shit already. They don’t care that vampires can basically live perfectly normal lives nowadays for example. You want to suck someone's blood directly? Maybe just get some sent to your house? Maybe you want a dedicated human around to draw off of? With the advent of the internet all that is not only possible it can be entirely consensual now! Hell you can match your preferences and find your ideal vampire or human in your area to have a good time with. See, now why do I need to put a stake through that guy's heart? All he’s doing is going online and looking for someone who actually wants to be fed on! Why do they want to be fed on? Who knows! Maybe they like the non lethal venom aphrodisiac Vampire bites have. Maybe it’s their kink. Maybe they got childhood trauma issues. The point is nobody is actually getting hurt in that arrangement. That right there is a lot of vampires nowadays, just normal ass people working their night shift job and just trying to get through this slog of an existence like everyone else. I just happen to get the creepy vamps who still want to act like its the Dracula days of old and wants to make people into unwilling slaves and shit. That’s not because he’s a vampire, it’s because he’s an asshole who happens to be a vampire. Just like Dale over there who’s scrubbing my bathroom tiles is a disgusting slob of a roommate who happens to be able to turn into an eight foot tall werewolf. You show one of those websites to my family and you know what they’ll see? A Hit List they need to methodologically hunt down, stake, and behead. All the while not getting caught in the process because they are scary good at what they do and nobody believes you if you tell them anyway. I mean that quite literally by the way. It’s not that normal humans are dumb, its just that there is this quite literal mental filter people have in the collective unconscious to ignore this shit going on. If you are a normal person living a normal life, chances are if you see a vampire your brain is just going to edit them into something that makes sense to you instead. That guy didn’t turn into a werewolf, he was just really hairy and angrily drunk and got into one hell of a bar fight. That’s not a zombie risen by some necromancer, it’s just some homeless guy who smells really bad, maybe ate something dead recently. Coven of Witches? You mean those old ladies who bake cookies across the street? They’re sweet hearts! Not exactly sure what happened or when, but sometime during all the witch burning and persecution of monsters and crap someone or some group with some impressive magical power behind them managed to get a hold of the collective unconscious. With the collective unconscious, they managed to hide the denizens of the night in plain sight, and nowadays most people think they never existed in the first place, much less still exist. Now if you want to get someone to actually see this stuff happening you either have to turn them into one of those denizens or you have to present them with a scenario that no amount of rationalizing is going to make them not see the supernatural shit going on in front of their eyes. You’d think this would be the end of the world right? Oh my god now people don’t know werewolves and vampires and shit like that are real! We’re all gonna die! No. You know what happened? Once People stopped hunting them the fuck down all the time the denizens of the night chilled out and started living like mostly normal ass people. Normal people with some strange allergies and dietary restrictions but over all normal people. Along with some asshats like the ones I keep finding as roommates. You might ask yourself why, if I can tank most live ammunition and survive action movie levels of mayhem and destruction provided it’s non magical in nature, do I not use those abilities to make some actual money? Why am I working for meager wages at jobs I can’t seem to keep? Why is someone like me always having to turn to cheap rent with nightmarishly bad roommates? For those of you paying attention, yes, yes it is my Family’s fault I’m living like this. See they do not want one of their own living like a normal person. They want me ‘fighting the good fight’ with my brothers, sisters, uncles and cousins as they kill people whose only crime is not being human or knowing how to do magic. I’ve tried to work my way up corporate ladders or get college educations, and my family always finds out and sabotages the shit out of my efforts to bring their wayward little Hunter back into the fold. Fucking assholes don’t seem to get I do not want to breathe the same oxygen as their murdering selves most of the time, with the only exception being actual apocalyptic scenarios like the floating, eye laser blasting, demon possessed, poorly spray tanned, blondie cult leader I mentioned earlier. ‘Why don’t you fight them?’ You might ask me. To that I’d like to remind you we are talking about well funded, secretive, jingoistic zealots who, by the way, have those over muscular eighties action hero bodies I decried earlier. Like I said, they have workarounds for the drawbacks that have my body resembling a disgruntled, over this shit re-imagining of Tiny Tim from A Christmas Carol. Besides, I really do not want to try and out macho my family when it’s their own alpha masculine bullshit that’s not allowing them to see that shit’s changed in the world since the middle ages. They are like those WW2 or Vietnam soldiers who got lost behind enemy lines and never got the memo that the war ended. People found the poor bastards five to ten years later still fighting that good fight long after they stopped being needed. My family’s business is like that. Except instead of a few years out of date, my oldest relatives still consider every single denizen of the night as an existential threat to all of humanity like they still work under a medieval feudal lord. Yeah like I said we aren’t exactly normal either. “Dale, I’m going out!” I call out as I pocket my wallet and cellphone into my jeans. “I want this place Musk free by the time I get back or you and I are going to have problems!” I don’t even wait for him to answer as I step out the door into the hallway. I’m not sure where I’m going, either literally or figuratively. I’m in this strange living purgatory right now. I can’t advance in the normal world without My Family sabotaging it cause they want me back in the fold. I don’t want to join the family business cause I find it repulsively wrong. Yet at the same time my interactions with the denizens of the night up till this point has been less than desirable to put it lightly. What I need is to find something in life that my family cannot get their influence into and I can find some joy in. What I want is a goddamn boyfriend who isn’t a fuckin slob or tries to force me to quite literally change who I am for them. That’s one thing that’s always bothered me about denizens. They always want to change you. You can’t just be you with them, they got to turn you into something in order for them to want you. That hot vampire is still gonna want to turn you into a vampire like him eventually even if he doesn’t say that. Same thing with Shifters, especially ones like Dale that are hopped up on that social hierarchy nonsense. Now I hear you over there, I know exactly what you’re thinking. Oh, Vlad McBadtouch and Dale the Unhousebroken Werewolf aren’t ‘roommates’ of mine, they’re ex boyfriends! To that I say no! Followed by shut up! See, maybe, just maybe these two examples might in some small respect be somewhat described as physically attractive. Maybe, just maybe, that physical attractiveness might have influenced my decision to take them in as roommates. However! Even under such a hypothetical scenario which I will neither confirm nor deny might be the case; it doesn’t change the fact they went from smokey mysterious creatures of the night to fucking god awful roommates in cheap ass apartments. I guess ‘you get what you pay for’ is the theme of my life huh? Listen, I’ve tried to date normal gay dudes alright? You know what that gets me? Well let me draw your attention back to that passive non magical defense bullshit I have thanks to being what I am. I would like you to ask yourself something real hard right now. You ready? If I can take a fifty cal to the face and walk away with just some bruising to show for it, what makes you think a normal human’s cock is gonna do me any favors in the bedroom? Oh you didn’t think of that conundrum, huh?! Yeah I can go date some normal guy and he might be absolutely perfect in every other respect, but they cannot do absolutely anything back there for me no matter how many times I yell ‘harder daddy!’ So to recap: This secret world most of the human population has no idea exists consists of my crazy ass family who run around killing non humans and magic users cause they think they’re in a war that ended a long ass time ago. That same Family prevents me from making any headway in the normal world since they want their little black sheep back into their fold and they have the resources to pull off making my life miserable while I’m defying them. There are denizens of the night like Werewolves and Vampires that talk good shit and look hot, but when I actually start living with them in the only apartments I can afford, they turn out to be the asshole types of Denizens who still are into forcible transformations into their kinds and the same stupid alpha male bullshit my family is hopped up on. Plus I have to be real concerned if I meet a denizen who I actually like as well. Cause if that gets serious and my Family gets a whiff of it, then you know they’re hopping into their privately owned military grade hummers and going on a cross country trip to wherever I’m living at. Which, let me tell you, is kind of a turn off for the usual Denizen of the night when they find out. 'Yeah Hunter you’re cute and all, but your uncles on the roof with a sniper rifle and silver ammunition so I think we should see other people. ' Why don’t you move to another country, you might ask me? First off, with what fucking money? I’m broke as hell and work nondescript usually under the table warehouse jobs cause they don’t leave a paper trail for my more meddlesome family members to sniff out. Secondly if you think my extended family isn’t operating on an international scale then boy do I have news for you. They’re, in their twisted logic, a secret society of monster slayers from centuries past who forsook their humanity. A sacrifice they performed so they could save the world from the clutches of evil. Evil which nowadays consists of stinking up peoples apartments with their musk or not taking the rather forceful hint that you don’t want to turn into a denizen yourself. Irritating? Absolutely! A major turn off? You bet! Worthy of cracking out the monster hunting gear and hunting them down like a rabid animal? Fuck no. I can already tell today’s just going to be one of those days. Who knows, maybe I’ll find a way out of this mess out there this time. I can dream right?
  22. Meet Hunter Borisov, disgruntled twenty-eight year old under the table warehouse employee trying to eek out an existence with the cheapest rent he can find. All the while he tries to cope with his nightmarish parade of bad 'roommates'. Roommates that just so happen to be Warewolves/shifters, vampires, warlocks, and other Denizens of the night that most of the human population are blissfully ignorant of. Hunter isn't exactly normal himself, but he'll explain that in his sordid tale about his Family's Business and why he wants no part of it.
  23. Stumbling across Kandric Saga by Kyle Aarons is what sparked me into joining this site in the first place., as well as what finally prompted me to try my hand at original fiction instead of fan fiction. I loved the care that went into the world building and the magic system. I love the cast of characters. I especially appreciate how none of them are easily definable as good or bad, but just flawed people trying to live by their own worldviews. It also helps that its written quite well and gives you quite a lot to dig through with each chapter. Alas, updates for the Kandric Saga do not seem to be on the horizon any time soon. In the mean time I'm craving stories of a similar vain that I can dig through. What stories on this site might serve to scratch this particular itch? I'm looking for something along the lines of an Adventure High Fantasy story, preferably not in a modern setting. Much like with Kandric Saga, I'd prefer something with a hard/clearly defined magic system and characters that are not easily defined as good or evil at a glance. Any and all suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
  24. WHY HAST THO FORSAKEN ME SPELLCHECK!?
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