《DarkBoi69's mediocre, rushed and badly-written aventure》 The introduction and start of the plot (1300 words) Let¡¯s start with a guy, a young man in some sort of shitty village. That¡¯s a good start for self insert purposes I think. His village is like really shit, and he has to have some sort of underdog feature so let¡¯s go with something like a disability and his hair is weird. Yeah his hair is black and no one has any black hair, this way he¡¯s super edgy. He also has black eyes and a pale skin this way he can just get some random power up of awakening some sort of edgy demon bloodline of some kind whenever he¡¯s in any actual danger. Now I¡¯ll try to switch to actual narration since that may be harder and more useful than whatever this currently is, so goodbye, your friendly narrator goes into hiding.
DarkBoi69 woke up in a normal day and he hated this day. There wasn¡¯t anything special happening on this day but he hated it because it was a day, and darkboi69 hated every day as much as [redacted] already hated having to write the numbers at the end of his name. His friends, if he had any, and thus the narrator for convenience¡¯s sake, would simply call him Darkboi, dropping the numbers at the end of the name out of familiarity. He didn¡¯t have a house, he lived in the middle of a fucking forest because that was the best idea he had ever had of housing, and had never tried to construct anything sturdy or lasting to hide in. For food he tried his best to find animal corpses because he couldn¡¯t hunt, and tried to beg for food in the shitty village he was next to. Sometimes he tried to steal but that was very dangerous, because the populace hated him for absolutely no obvious reason and would be on the lookout whenever he walked by muttering about his profound hatred for the world and all life on it and specifically this village, shifty eyes shifting in shifted directions as he did his best to appear suspicious in literally every social interactions. Really a wonder why he would be hated so much. Anyway, back to the food. Such a tiny amount of food was obviously not even close to be enough for him to survive long enough to the present day, but that was a plot hole that would be left hidden away, along with who could be his parents and what could have happened to them. This would allow to have some dramatic information reveal in a moment of crisis and pretend that what would be suddenly pulled out of the author¡¯s ass was planned all along. ¡°Fuck you!¡± Darkboi, shouted at the bright sky. There was even a sun, no two suns because that¡¯s more exotic even though not really interesting. Can you believe that, though? A sun? Light? ¡°Ugh. I hate light.¡± he grumbled darkly to appeal to the overwatch¡¯s reaper fanbase. ¡°Oh hey this is a reference to some pop culture! You can¡¯t do that without taking out the reader from his self-insertion.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± A figure appeared behind a tree. It was the narrator, because no meta reference can be made right without suddenly inserting the narrator in the story and breaking the fourth-wall. ¡°Now would be a good time for excessive punctuation and overall really annoying-to-read writing decisions.¡± ¡°WHAT?!!!!!¡± Darkboi shouted as he jumped up, a bit dizzy from the sudden movement.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. Now this could also be a good time to enter into some sort of chinese light-novel narration where everything is explained three times in a row even though they are blatantly obvious before having been explained even once, but that doesn¡¯t sound interesting to anyone including the author, so let¡¯s not. An explosion sounded out somewhere in the forest, because we have to start getting somewhere and can¡¯t really afford to show we don¡¯t care at all about the backstory of the village or any world building. Darkboi ran towards it, hiding expertly behind bushes and trees even though that doesn¡¯t really sound plausible considering how sparse a forest near a village would probably be. Hiding behind a big tree, he could just lean his head to take a peak. Out in the middle of a clearing there was a big metal rod. sticking out of the ground, where it seemed to have cracked its surroundings upon landing. Looking up, darkboi didn''t find anything that would explain its fall from anywhere and so kept looking. The metal rod fell sideways and revealed that it was attached to a very badly explained and describe design. IT was actually a scythe but that would be impossible to guess for most of the story considering the author would have described in an impossibly-convoluted way to overkill the concept of trying to portray the lack of knowledge of the protagonist. ¡°What is this?¡± muttered Darkboi in a not really useful interjection, considering we¡¯re not in first person view. Thankfully, else I would have to write his thoughts. He hesitated to approach but was too scared. This wasn¡¯t cowardice at all, though, but an ingrained fear of having been trapped and bullied by the village people. So he decided to wait this one out and wait to see what would happen, in one of the smartest decisions fate had in store for him. The scythe glowed in a dark, red, and edgy glow. Darkboi could pretty much feel the edginess oozing out of the glow as he shielded his light-sensitive eyes behind his arm, nearly falling down from the unexplained magical waves of pressure. Finally the glow settled down and Darkboi could see a small girl laying down unconscious. But it wasn¡¯t really a girl, it was some sort of demon ! gasp! She had some kind of horns, wings and a tail which shape won¡¯t be described because that could bring an interesting take on demon-like fantasy species. But that wasn¡¯t what was important. She was impossibly beautiful. More beautiful than any other women darkboi had ever seen, even though that doesn¡¯t say much. Really, the reader can trust the author on this one, she was really beautiful. No need for an actual description or explanation on that, except for one vital proof : ¡°HoLy shIT Her TiTS aRe FucKinG BiG.¡± Darkboi shouted, finally telling us what everyone wanted to know while reading the prologue. Also she had transformed from a scythe to a woman but that was a detail. Now it¡¯s important to detail a bit more on how big her breasts were. They were the biggest he had ever seen. The biggest on the country, which was probably an empire because every fantasy story starts in an empire. They were nearly spilling out in every single possible directions from her lewd clothing, because we¡¯re really going to need to keep milking out the interest of our readers with lewd imagery to distract them from how bad the rest is going to be. And that¡¯s about the half hour I had allocated myself so let¡¯s conclude with a shitty cliffhanger that¡¯s going to be resolved disappointingly quickly in the next episode : ¡°HEHEHEHE.¡± a man came out of the bush, rubbing his hands. He was bald, ugly, a bit fat, ugly, not very well-dressed and ugly. He looked like a damn bandit and was ugly. ¡°Surely if I bring this woman to the chief he¡¯ll reward me. But first I CaN HaVe SoMe fUN hehe.¡± This didn¡¯t make much sense but he wasn¡¯t supposed to be an actual thought-out character. Darkboi was horrified but I¡¯ll tell you much more on that tomorrow. Cheers. Lilith wakes up, and the start of the worst romance possible (900) ¡°Hehehe.¡± the creepy man rubbed his hands together as he creeped forward towards the unconscious busty girl. Darkboi gasped silently as he watched it all unfold from his hiding place -the tree-. He had to do something! She was obviously not waking up, even though he could see she was alive by the movements of her torso, her breasts shuffling up and down with each inspiration. He grit his teeth as he gripped a branch. His admirable moral code told him to do something but that would mean going up to confront someone, which he imagined would be much harder than the confrontations he thought of. Taking another look, he noticed the man was not even halfway to crossing the few meters separating the bush he had appeared from and the unconscious girl. Even after having thought all that, what a slow pace. The man paused as he grit his teeth and clutched his heart with his hand. ¡°Fuck.¡± he evilly seethed in rage. ¡°If only I didn¡¯t have fifty-six broken ribs. I really hope no one is going to come out and kill me with way too much ease.¡± Darkboi stopped, not that he was doing too much, but he stopped still. Maybe he could take him on? He didn¡¯t have much but his weak body but for the sake of a inhuman complete stranger he would be ready to risk his life. Wait. He reconsidered the situation. Would the man be really able to do much of anything in his state? He had began walking again, but maybe there wasn¡¯t a need to intervene at all. ¡°Pfew.¡± the man darkly exhaled as he trudged forward. ¡°Boi I sure do love raping women, too bad she¡¯s not a child.¡± A deep, dark wrath awoke inside Darkboi. This man was a monster. He had to be eliminated before he could find anything else to add to his reputation. Darkboi would cleanse the world of such filth. Darkboi¡¯s eyes turned red without him knowing as he ran forwards, unleashing a deep dark scream that rooted the man in fear. ¡°Ah! Who are you?!¡± he tried to cover himself behind his arms but he knew he had no chance. ¡°I am your death asshole!¡± Darkboi screamed as he punched the man in the chest.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡°Aaaaaaah! Impossible!¡± his foe fell over, dead. Breathing heavily, Darkboi looked at the corpse of the man he had just killed, before looking at his hand dramatically. He had killed someone, for the first time in his life. He didn¡¯t know he had such power. But he felt no guilt. No, the other weak-minded fools of the village would have felt guilty, but not him. He was above such things. Men like him deserved only death, and he would take it upon himself to protect weak, busty girls from them. ¡°Umumumumu?¡± Darkboi jumped as a voice came from behind him. I twas a weak, female voice. was it the demon girl thingy?! Turning around, he found her beginning to wake up, maybe the sound of his manly fight had awoke her from her sleep. She rose up from the ground, her breasts jiggling in her extremely-revealing and tight clothing, rubbing her eyes to clear them from sleep. And then she stopped, blinking a few times before emitting weird onomatopoeia as she looked at her surroundings. ¡°Umuwu? Owo?¡± Darkboi couldn¡¯t help but be instantly smitten by her cute mannerisms. ¡°What¡¯s this? This doesn¡¯t look like hell.¡± Darkboi opened his mouth a few times before closing it, unsure of what to say. ¡°E-E-E-Erm, my lady.¡± he bowed when she looked at him. ¡°This is¡­ uh not hell no, it¡¯s uh the mortal plane?¡± She cutely tilted her head in confusion before she properly took in the sight of him and the corpse of the other man. She held back her cheeks from blushing as she noticed how cool darkboi looked. ¡°Oh~ I see~.¡± she sang as she got up with a jiggle, before walking forward and capturing one of Darkboi¡¯s arms. ¡°Omowo. You say mortal plane and yet I can feel the influence of a demon on your soul.¡± ¡°E-Eh?¡± Darkboi was taken aback, stuttering as he tried to not think about her breasts pressing against his arm. ¡°Well uh, that must be your charm my lady.¡± She gasped and put a hand over her beautiful mouth. ¡°You¡¯re just saying that because i¡¯m a succubus.¡± her eyes narrowed and she pouted. ¡°Romowomu. I¡¯ll have you know I don¡¯t just do these¡­ things with anyone just because of my race!!¡± ¡°Yes, yes!¡± Darkboi exclaimed. ¡°I can assure you I didn''t even notice your¡­ more demonic assets as I rushed in to save you from this poor-intentioned man.¡± ¡°Really.¡± she seemed hesitant to believe him and yet didn¡¯t let go of his arm. ¡°Yes.¡± Darkboi brought one of her hand to his lips. ¡°It would have been rude to look at someone in your¡­ clothing state.¡± ¡°Oh~.¡± Tears appeared at the corners of the demon¡¯s eyes as she hid her face behind her eyes. ¡°No one has ever been so kind to me, they all want me for my body. I¡¯m so happy!¡± She jumped up and down in happiness and Darkboi struggled to not let his eyes stray. He was hugged once again, this time completely, and her chest pressed against his torso, her head laying a bit under his. ¡°I¡¯m Lilith.¡± ¡°D-Darkboi. DarkBoi69.¡± 3. Hell, and almost a good plot setup, except cut short. (1200) Deadboi threw some more fire into the fire pit because he was fucking stupid and forgot how english vocabulary worked. ¡°Woah.¡± Lilith¡¯s eyes and mouth went wide open as she noticed. ¡°You can throw fire directly instead of just needing whatever you called firewood.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± DarkBoi, who had just remembered his name, nodded. ¡°It¡¯s quite useful for the winter, I wouldn¡¯t have survived up until now without it.¡± He could throw any and all sort of things people didn¡¯t normally throw, but sadly that didn¡¯t do him a whole lot of good, or a whole lot of anything at all. He could use it to hunt, a bit. Did you want any more details on that? Well too bad I don¡¯t have any so here are Lilith¡¯s tits. ¡°OOoooh¡± Lilith gaped as she jumped up and down slightly on the piece of wood trunk she was sitting on. ¡°That¡¯s amazing!¡± Darkboi¡¯s heart skipped a dark beat as he was unable to look away from the two jiggling globes of flesh. How they worked physically or did not spill out of her clothes was as much a mystery to him as women would be throughout this whole life, cursed as he was to be a shitty harem protagonist. ¡°Right. Are you not cold, even with the fire?¡± They had thrown together a fire, quite literally, and had decided to sit down around it to talk about stuff. This chapter had to start somewhere after all, and I had made two failed attempts so yeah. Lilith shook her head with a cute happy smile, her breasts somehow following along. ¡°No, it¡¯s part of being a succubus. We get really hot if we wear anything more ¡®normal¡¯. It helps save quite a bit, although most of us do get them enchanted so that they can stay where they¡¯re supposed to,¡± Lilith said as she looked down at her own chest, tugging on her top -really nothing more than some loose, magically-fitting strapless bra- in a few directions to illustrate her point. True to her words, the clothing followed her flesh everywhere it went, never dropping, else it would have long been on the floor. Darkboi gulped as he gladly observed the phenomenon, before noticing she had never really stopped speaking during her demonstration and he had missed a few sentences. ¡°Right.¡± Always a safe bet when in doubts. ¡°So you¡¯re a succubus?¡± Lilith simply nodded before simply smiling at him, swaying her legs back and forth. There had to be holes in the tree trunk or something that made that work. Darkboi barely caught himself before he could sigh. While her mannerisms were cute and everything, it didn¡¯t really help the conversation along. ¡°How did you end up here? And how are you¡­ a scythe?¡± He found no better way to ask. Hopefully it would sound much less weird to her since she really seemed to be a scythe in some way.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. ¡°Hmmm.¡± Lilith put a finger on her mouth. ¡°I¡¯m not too sure. The last thing I remember is being thrown during one of our training sessions, and something weird happened.¡± The demon seemed to notice his slight disappointment in her quite lackluster way of answering and decided to roll things back a bit, starting from what could be possibly the most important bits of informations. Succubi were one of the demon races that lived in Hell, one of the main ones in fact. They were split into sub-categories, almost sub-races on their own, only they could all reproduce with each other, they were succubi after all and it would have been quite ironic for them not to be able to. The list of species succubi could viably mate with was surprisingly long, in fact. The categories were called ¡®specializations¡¯ and they were a genetically-determined thing. A succubus¡¯s personality could make a few different changes in regards to which direction they would develop into, but the specializations definitely fleshed out a global tendency. Lilith¡¯s spec was a weird, never-before-seen mixture of two other specializations : combat succubi and scientists or some shit. This caught the attention of Hell¡¯s experts and government, who decided to follow her progress very closely, all the while other succubi with a mixed specialization came popping up left and right. Succubi and Incubi were quite the active bunch, and soon enough the government had changed the administration and the schools had gladly adapted to open things up into the concept of a whole, continuous spectrum of choices to make in education rather than branches, answering the demands of the demon races who did not fit well into the pre-made educational programs originally fleshed out on Hell¡¯s most powerful and prominent races. One of Lilith¡¯s classmate was the one who managed to turn into a weapon, getting absolutely no reaction whatsoever from anyone until her mana had run out a few days later, turning the spear no one had thought to investigate back into the succubus that had gone missing. After that, figuring out the opposite spell of turning back was made a priority. Lilith¡¯s affinity with death magic and all things edgy, which she owed to her father for being one of the most powerful fighters of Hell, having managed to spec into a blademaster class despite being a voidlord, earning himself the title of first edgelord, caused her to turn into a scythe. This was a year and a bit ago, and since then more research and training had gone into the whole ¡®arm morphing¡¯ phenomenon, one of a myriad of weird new possibly promising paths that were opening up with the mixed specializations. Any weird idea was encouraged, just incase it would produce something good, and Lilith¡¯s best friend Karma had talked her into trying out some mana-collapse-powered scythe-Lilith throwing. It seemed really fun, and for the small second she was conscious after they had started it was, seeming an incredible amount of mana gathering in the small homemade contraptions they had built before a crystal triggered it to collapse, generating enough force to throw her -and probably Karma too- unconscious, and seriously disrupt the established model for dimensional laws. ¡°And that¡¯s about it!¡± Lilith finished with a giggle and a jiggle, because time was running by even if things were getting interesting. Darkboi sat there, unsure how to digest the mass of information he had just received. Having knowledge that extended beyond hating everyone was an unfamiliar feeling. He had never imagined there might be places with actual people having actual social changes happening somewhere, that was crazy. He was about to ask a question, when his supreme intelligence brought another to his mind. ¡°You said¡­ you were thrown by the¡­ magic things?¡± Lilith hummed, umumu¡¯d and owo¡¯d for a bit, and nodded, confusion apparent on her cute -and beautiful, don¡¯t you forget that- face. An evil grin grew on DarkBoi¡¯s face. This was it. Years of hardship, resentment had built up to this point. Too long had his skills not grown, left unused. And he knew what his first step towards glory and domination was. He was yeeting some thicc-ass girl back to Hell. 4. The hopping ritual, mysterious antagonists, and a not-subtle future character tease. (1400) Darkboi straightened up on his wood trunk as he stared through the fire and flames, lost in thoughts. He had never really triedto do much with his weird power of his, now that he thought of his. Sure, a part of him argued that he couldn¡¯t have done much in the first place, he wasn¡¯t going to throw his way into society¡¯s good graces. Another part of him answered that it didn¡¯t matter much since it wa sin the past, partly since that meant ti was his backstory, but mostly because he could not change the future, only change what would be the future past : the future. Fuck yes that¡¯s deep. He looked at his hand and didn¡¯t find much inspiring there, feeling slightly underwhelmed. He gripped his resolve and tightened his fist. It was time to test some stuff. Leaning down, he took a closer look at the trunk below him and noticed the root of where used to be a branch slightly sticking out, and he grabbed it, taking a hold of the piece of wood he was sitting on. According to the laws of physics, he shouldn¡¯t be able to do much. He would show them. Darkboi had no need for them, what had they done to deserve his respect? They were better left to the ignorant sheeple masses. Taking a deep breath, he threw. A sense of wonder took him as an expression of awe filled his face. A dull thump sounded out the return of the trunk to the forest floor, having jumped by a few centimeters for the fraction of a second. It worked. Sure it didn¡¯t do much, but that made some sense, he and the trunk were relatively heavy when put together, and this position was possibly the worst to do any throwing, having been unable to do much more than a flick of the wrist and elbow. He tried again, and again, and a few other times, for the fun of hopping himself on the ground. And then continued. ¡°Ooooh~¡± Lilith gaped as she watched him go, before clapping excitedly, bringing an intriguing rhythm to Darkboi hopping around the fire they had made, a dark evil grin growing on his face as he felt himself being reforged in the traditional ritualistic ambiance. It wasn¡¯t a tradition as they were most likely no precedent for this practice, but he would make it one. Finally stopping once both his arms had tired out, he rested back on his wood trunk, panting with a smile. This had been tiring, but exhilarating. Lilith had her eyes wet as she braced her hands together in front of her words. ¡°Umonumo I am happy to have been thrown out of Hell, just having been able to participate in this had made it worth the troubles.¡± ¡°Hahaha.¡± Darkboi spread his arms wide. ¡°This is the start of our great journey!¡± ¡°Yes, Master!¡± Lilith squealed in joy before jumping onto his lap, ignoring the fact there still was a fire in between them. She looked up at him as she nuzzled against his edgy chest, and giggled. ¡°I completely burned myself~!¡± Darkboi shook his head at her antics with a smile, not noticing the unseen eye of magic watching him.
In a dark room stood a dark table, with chairs all around them. They were all occupied with dark robed figures, cowls drawn forward to make sure none of the people¡¯s features could be seen. The only sources of light in the mysterious room was a magical, slightly-glowing magical sphere sat on a tiny pedestal in the middle of the table, and a flickery Neon that shined an antimatter-tinted death shade of black, when it worked, formed to read ¡®the mysterious council of edge reapers¡¯.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. A man took his breath, preparing himself to address his- Snvung-Svu-. ¡­ Svug-Svu-Svu-SNGASH. The people assembled were broken out of their thoughts as they watched the few sparks that accompanied the debatably-transcribed sounds of the neon deciding it had better places to be, and accomplishing his edgy destiny by finally parting with his life. ¡°Amen.¡± A woman close to the glowing sphere bowed slightly in her chair, and the rest followed, echoing her word. Truly an inspiring spectacle. Now the sphere was the only source of light. If one were to look at it, they would be able to observe the scene of two people laughing in a forest. The man from earlier took his breath again, and approached a hand towards the sphere, so the others would know for sure who was speaking. ¡°Brothers, sisters. I¡­ highly suggest we agree on these two not being a threat, if only for the sake of switching perspective.¡± Hurried nods and agreements sounded out through the room and he tapped the sphere, the view shifting to another invisible eye, sat in front of a magical lamp post. Turning off the sphere would take away any source of light, and so they had found this ingenious solution, for when they weren¡¯t watching anything. ¡°This was¡­ slightly painful to watch.¡± the woman from earlier rubbed the bridge of her nose. ¡°But I do agree it seems unlikely for them to be anything interesting or threatening to our evil master plans.¡± Agreements and nods echoed her assessment. These two people were so obviously below their extremely high IQ it would be insulting to even consider them. ¡°Next issue?¡± the man who appeared to be leading this reunion asked, before tapping the sphere once again. The view switched to the more dangerous part of a large town, alternating between what appeared to be a luxurious bedroom and what appeared to be a warehouse. In the latter sat a bunch of men, ugly and evil, except for one man, he was handsome and even more eviller. They were all sitting on jewelry, gold and precious accessories. In the other view sat a large king-sized bed, its owner not to be seen in the room. There was a figure though, leaning against a wall near a high closet which hid her from the view of the door. A long coat covered the woman, some of her red hair visible. The cloak was not fastened and revealed her whole front. From boots to choker, the woman wore only dark red, black and brown, and seemed to have a thing for leather. While some parts were similar to pieces of leather armor, others were much more reminiscent of the type of leather garment you would not expect to find in such a rogue-like context, but rather in the more niche parts of the capital¡¯s red light district. Her boots, short skirt and parts of her corset-armor were such, leaving a gap for her ample thighs to shine and a diamond-shaped window to bare her alluring, large breasts. We had not talked about Lilith¡¯s today so here is the next best thing. A small, confident smile rested on her dark-red lips as she patiently waited, arms crossed. ¡°...What are we eyeing her for?¡± the robed woman cautiously asked the leader. She had not liked the debatably-clothed rogue. As a woman she was contractually obligated to hate attractive women she didn¡¯t know. Worse than that, this one had gotten a much more precise description than anyone else had had thus far. ¡°She¡¯s a warlock-slash-cultist who goes around looking for vulnerable, timid women, and causes general trouble in the capital¡¯s underworld. Her headquarters are near our office in the capital and there has been a few altercations already.¡± A short series of intrigued, imaginative hums sounded out and the leader decided to keep on conveniently delivering information, if only for the sake of diverting people¡¯s attention back to him rather than their observee. He swore he could have heard the collective eyebrow raise of the men present. ¡°I suggest we simply watch her a bit more. The man has had much more issues with her, even though they¡¯re not directly fighting, but I still thought to put them together.¡± The man¡¯s voice lowered as he leaned forward mysteriously, covering himself with the thick cloak he wore a bit better. ¡°He¡­ is responsible for assaulting our delivery of lamps and heathers.¡± Everyone froze as not even a breath could be heard, the people assembled narrowing their eyes, gritting their teeth, gripping their firsts, petted their black cats or anything else similar. A quick look at his edge-o-meter told the leader the room¡¯s ambiance had reached ¡®death¡¯ levels of evilness, and he could only agree. The man would die. The First Yeet (1350) ¡°Ngh! Ah!¡± Lilith slammed a hand over her mouth as she couldn¡¯t help but let out a moan under Darkboi¡¯s ministrations. ¡°Don¡¯t do it like that~ Succubi have sensitive bodies you know~¡± she grumbled with a blush as thick as her body. ¡°What.¡± Darkboi blinked in confusion as he stopped his hand that now rested upon the demon¡¯s sternum. ¡°There is not even any way this could feel like anything in particular, let alone pleasurable.¡± ¡°Hmmunu.¡± Lilith narrowed her eyes at him as she flailed her arms around. ¡°I¡¯m telling you, we¡¯re different! You have to handle this with more care, especially with a young innocent girl like me!¡± Darkboi sighed and shook his head with a smile. What a cute girl. Raising a hand to his chin, he stared at Lilith¡¯s ample cleavage as he pondered how to achieve his goal. For quite a while, he had been given an excuse after all, and the sight was marvelous. A spark of inspiration struck him and he slammed his hand down right above where her breasts met, eliciting a yelp from the succubus under him, who began squirming in ways that probably were much more enticing than she intended. ¡°Is this it?¡± ¡°Wha-Oh.¡± Lilith calmed down as she instantly focused and closed her eyes, feeling for her mana and doing other magic stuff. ¡°It¡­ might be actually.¡± A short look seemed to tell her Darkboi had his hand over the spot she had told him about. That spot would be where mana would have to be channeled to change her into her scythe form, while directing temporary ¡®ownership¡¯ to him for the duration didn¡¯t do too much, but seemed to allow for a certain ease in activating some spells that would involve the scythe-Lilith, such as a spell that would return a weapon to its owner. While it was a simple enchantment on a normal weapon, which would function with the mana signature poured into it, it didn¡¯t work this well with a living weapon like Lilith¡¯s scythe form, and the spell used that ownership anchor in place of any usual links that couldn¡¯t be formed, when applicable. ¡°So what should I do then?¡± Darkboi asked. Having his hand in such a spot wasn¡¯t a bad thing in itself, but they were supposed to be transforming her. ¡°I¡¯m not sure I have mana.¡± ¡°You do!¡± Lilith¡¯s eyes opened wide as if he had just said something incredibly wrong. ¡°I told you when I first saw you, but you have this¡­ feel to you that tells me you have some sort of demonic power, and that means mana.¡± Darkboi stopped looking at her chest for a moment, unsure how to take the news. It seemed cool and he was definitely a bit happy to learn that, but he also felt that could be potentially concerning. He had never felt any trace of anything weird about himself though, just unexplained chronic disproportionate surge of anger, hatred, bloodlust, and dreams of awakening an old horror older than the empire he was born in. The usual teenage stuff. Breathing in deep, Darkboi looked inside himself, looked at the forces he could feel floating around his insides, because mages could do that. He found some mana and underwhelmingly understood how to activate it. His eyes narrowed as he focused on his hand, pushing as much of his newfound mana as he could into it.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. That was actually much harder than he had just thought! Gritting his teeth, he redoubled his efforts, to no avail. He began wondering where he could be messing up when the obvious truth appeared to him. He shouldn¡¯t be looking at his hand, but at where he wanted the mana to go : in Lilith¡¯s chest. Also, he had not tried that yet but it sure sounded like a good time. Taking a long inspiration, Darkboi thus focused on the magnificent pair below him, reminding himself of what he fought for and who he was. He would be the necessary evil that rid this tainted world of all those who would harm any owner of such a chest. And hopefully amass a bit of them as his¡­ close followers in the process. With a blind flash of light and an erotic yet embarrassed moan, he felt his hand wrapped around a warm handle. A surge of warmth reached him through his hand as he took in the sight of the evil weapon in his hand, in awe. It was all black and red and edgy, though it had maybe already been described before. His edge was impossibly sharp and seemed unable to ever blunt or rust, which was probably a good thing for Lilith. ¡°Right, then!¡± He broke himself out of his trance and jumped a few times, warming up. A feel of joy, pride, and anticipation reached him. It surprised him for a moment before he remembered a few things he had been told about. ¡°Was that you?¡± Another similar feeling echoed the first, with the added notion of agreement, and he could just imagine Lilith jumping up and down in excitement in her humanoid form. Or at least a part of her, considering he had a lot more details on that one to picture such a motion with than on anything else. Walking a few steps away from the fire, Darkboi cracked his neck and stood a dozen of meters in front of a tree. Worse case scenario, he would just throw a scythe at a tree. Taking a few breaths to steady himself, Darkboi leaned back, put a foot forward, and twisted his whole upper body and the arm that held the scythe behind him. Being able to throw anything didn¡¯t mean they would just fly away despite their weight. Besides, he wasn¡¯t here to throw, he was here to y e e t. ¡°Wraaah!¡± Screaming his lungs out, Darkboi took a step forward and twisted his arm back, the other way. ¡°Y-.¡± The scythe left his hand, the world around him seeming to drastically slow down. ¡°-E-.¡± The weapon began a slow rotation as a sort of shockwave-like tremble in the air appeared where the blade cut. ¡°-E-.¡± A red and black aura wrapped itself around the handle and blade, a linear distortion appearing in the air in front of it. ¡°-T.¡± With the final click of his tongue, the world rushed back to normal speed, the scythe soundlessly cutting its way in the dimensional crack faster than he could see, and the air turned back to normal barely a second after. Hands falling to his knees, Darkboi panted as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, behind the hair that darkly covered one of his eye. Well, that was that done, and expertly so if he may say so himself. ¡°Pfew, that was¡­ expertly done.¡± And he did say so himself. That was an achievement to celebrate, and so he turned to look at the firepit and the trunks that surrounded it, and stopped as an issue hit him. They were empty. He had literally thrown away his first friend. He was alone. ¡°Hey uh¡­¡± he began before stopping himself, opening and closing his mouth a few times in hesitation, before stopping, closing his lips in an angry, regretful frown. Why was he so stupid? He had met the first girl of his life, and she had even spoken with him, in a friendly way to boot. And she was hot. Darkboi let out a scream before a realization hit him. Being angry would just be what a Chad would do! He was better than that, he was a nice guy that care about Lilith before anything else, and he had shown that by sending her back. She had to have worried hot friends that- Darkboi let out another scream as a scythe hit him. A scythe who radiated happiness and the concept of a hug. And then worry. Confession. Somewhat. (700) ¡°Gununu I¡¯m so sorry Master¡± Lilith apologized as she rubbed his forehead, that she had just sliced open when having been thrown back. Darkboi had his head rested upon her chest and was more than happy to let her heal him up with some sort of magic shit shehad had ready for that purpose. ¡°So what happened?¡± He asked, not noticing the title he¡¯d been addressed with. ¡°Well¡­¡± she started, tilting her head slightly to the side in thoughts, which caused her tits -massive btw- to jiggle. ¡°It seemed to work exactly the same way that the first time I was thrown here, except you seemed to charge me with your mana and so I didn¡¯t pass out. It did consume it somewhat though, but there was enough for another throw.¡± ¡°I thought I had made a terrible mistake and would have lost you forever.¡± ¡°Oh no don¡¯t worry.¡± Lilith laughed in a really high, cutely-annoying voice. ¡°I came out in the exact same space completely fine.¡± Ouch. ¡°Lilith I meant like¡­ you wouldn¡¯t come back here.¡± Lilith gasped as she threw herself to embrace him. ¡°I would never have!¡± The sensation around him made him decide he didn¡¯t really need air. ¡°I was just meeting up with my friend and had to tell her a few things, like, that I was alright and stuff. She had just been waiting in the exact same spot like an idiot to wait for me to appear, so that she would be conveniently placed for plot reasons. Also our friendship is so deep that she accepted to throw me away back in mortal danger just thirty seconds after learning I was alive and not desintegrated! Isn¡¯t she adorable?¡± Darkboi¡¯s darkeyebrows narrowed as his skin prickled with the sixth sense of his intuition¡¯s raised hairs on its neck. Something felt wrong with that answer. Lilith Omowo¡¯d as she let his head free. Ah no, it was perfect now, things were normal again.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. Darkboi thought for a moment, and then realized that he could not really tell whether her friend was adorable or not. Huh. He asked Lilith if things were alright with her being here, and if her friend really was adorable. She told him she didn¡¯t really know about the former, and so we would not care for the rest of the story, but she definitely seemed to know a fair bit about the latter, seeming as she went on for a few minutes of talking about every single aspect of the spear-morphing succubus that she found great. There were a lot. Like, really a lot. ¡°Are you two, like¡­¡± Darkboi began, unsure how to ask a proper question without sounding offensive in any way, which was in itself a bit of a disaster considering the awkwardness he risked causing by showing his discomfort with such a topic. Thankfully, such a thing as ¡®awkwardness¡¯ did not exist in Lilith¡¯s vocabulary, similarly to ¡®common sense¡¯, ¡®depth¡¯ or ¡®flatness¡¯. ¡°Noooo!¡± She flailed her arms at the terrible accusation. ¡°We¡¯re like, just friends! It¡¯s just¡­ you know how girls are when they live together or have sleepovers, there¡¯s always some ritualistic¡­ exploration that must be done, or doing some... succubus homework together.¡± ¡°Ah, I see.¡± Darkboi nodded in understanding. Now everything made perfect sense. Naturally, female friends would be like that, that was just a natural law of women in the world of a male protagonist. God were lesbians great for the purpose of not actually being lesbians and somehow being seen as just heterosexual foreplay for him. The power of a protagonist was truly wonderful. In fact, he felt a bid sad Lilith and her friend weren¡¯t together, else he could have corrupted them back in the righteous path of being his faithful harem members with a mighty swing of his glorious Darkboymini. Or ''maxi'' really. Wink wink. ¡°You hurt me Master¡­¡± Lilith gnomonom¡¯d as she pouted, and puffed her cheeks for some reason. ¡°I¡¯m naturally yours and yours alone forever now.¡± ¡°Wait what?¡± Darkboi blinked in confusion at the sudden self-insertion of the pufferfish in his unstarted harem. Where did this development come from? Lilith blushed with a blush as she seemed to be embarrassed and looked away, before explaining that her state of mind could be altered when she was in her scythe form, and having him mark her as his weapon had affected her. Normally, it should be temporary, but because of his mighty dark demonic side -that lived inside his head and really didn¡¯t do much beside popping up at convenient times- it was permanent. So she would instinctively call him Master. "Also we did somewhat promise each other... to love each other forever... after I woke up." Oh yeah there was that. He definitely remembered. Is that an actual update? (Yes) (about 1k) Boobs. A deep, magnificent cleavage showing off parts of a gorgeous pair of ample breasts. A great way to catch anyone¡¯s attention, but also what our boi Darkboi was looking at currently, contemplating where his arm had been force into and appreciating life and every cosmic event that had led to him existing at this moment, and at every other time that Lilith decided to hug his arm strongly, for whatever reasons. She was weird like that, because that was definitely not very convenient to walk around, but well, she was cute so it excused it. ¡°And there are the student rooms~¡± Lilith cheerfully said with a bounce of her chest, getting Darkboi¡¯s attention to one of the building that had appeared now that they had left the training/exercise room they had appeared in. The two had found a way to counter-yeet Darkboi alongside Lilith after the initial yeet, proving false the old adage ¡°sometimes you are the yeeter, sometimes you are the yeeted¡±. Lilith now was intent on showing Darkboi around the academy and then to her room to stay the night in a comfortable way, more comfortable than crying and brooding in a bush in the forest. Also to introduce him to her friend and then see what they would want to do. ¡°So how long have you been studying there?¡± ¡°One year! hihi¡± Lilith smiled and did cute things. ¡°This whole new system is quite new, only a few of us here are in it, that¡¯s why we¡¯ve sort of been put in a bit of every other more established school specialisations since we¡¯re a bit more generalised.¡± There had been a whole explanation on that earlier, but Darkboi only remembered the gist of it, as he had been so unfortunately and oh so unfrequently distracted : Some Succubi like Lilith had some sort of dual spec stuff. And some other exposition. ¡°Are you in trouble for this whole chain of events? Or for being in the school buildings that late?¡± ¡°Hmm?¡± Lilith tilted her head cutely. ¡°No why would I be? They don¡¯t really care that much about us, in terms of security I mean. Sure we¡¯re somewhat important but it¡¯s not like we¡¯re in any danger whatsoever. Besides we¡¯re succubi, well most of us in this part of the academy are at least, so that wouldn¡¯t make much sense to have a curfew or so.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Darkboi tried to make it sound like something unexpected yet that he had understood. Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. It failed for some absolutely unknown reasons, that couldn¡¯t be linked to his voice cracking at the end. What did you want from him, he hadn¡¯t really spoken to anyone for quite a few years, besides insulting the village people while in the forest. ¡°Yeah, what with all the nightlife. You know what they say, succubi only truly wake up when the moon rises.¡± ¡°Ah I see.¡± Darkboi nodded while forcing his voice to sound a bit deeper, just to make sure. ¡°You guys are like¡­ really social.¡± ¡°Yeah¡­ social¡­¡± Lilith forced a smile, and then a giggle. That boy -she would call him a man due to his outwards look, but after speaking with him she couldn¡¯t really bring herself to- would need some time. And some learning. But then he would be perfect for her suspicious, mysterious, plottwisty goals. ------------ In a dark room, our friendly hooded villains sat around a table, still in the dark. But not for a long. ¡°Ah fuck.¡± A hooded figure couldn¡¯t believe they had done this, this being running into the wall they were trying to get to. They then tentatively touched the wall a bit of everywhere, before finally finding the hidden spot they were looking for : a socket. And then they plugged the christmas decorations in. Alternating red, yellow, green and blue lights illuminated the room from the multitude of long LED strips that had been placed a bit of everywhere in the room. The figure bowed as a series of applause echoed in the room, their fellow hooded figures appreciating the final re-apparition of light after having spent so long in the dark. ¡°Bravo. What creativity. What resourcefulness.¡± The woman that had last spoken the previous time spoke first, and gestured to the topic at end. ¡°I for myself have brought something to show you.¡± She dramatically pulled out a magic-globe-to-tv adapter and placed it on the table. ¡°I believe this will greatly aid us in our researches.¡± Since the last we had seen of them, they had been greatly focused on the mysterious woman. The one that looked like some really sexy mix of a rogue and a fetish hostess. Funnily enough, both could be found in the similar places of the town. But no specialist of either professions were as good as she was at both of them. And as such, the whole group were firmly invested in documenting every action of hers, for the sake of learning about her methods. Obviously. Another great round of applause echoed in the now lit room, and the speaker was quite certain the table would be able to still hold up even if it were to lose all its legs, due to the number of men present around the room. She would have helped if she could have. Originally, she had been quite intimidated by the long exposition of the woman, but after learning a bit about the woman, and a lot about herself in the process, she had her own new interest in the topic. The Globe and thus the TV screen were turned on. Them too, just to be sure the message has been sent across. A mistake, but not too much (800) In a richly-decorated room moved two women, the identity of one of them immediately clear by her suspicious leather attire. The supposed rogue stood at the end of a bed with a grin as she fixed up her third layer of cloak, with a satisfied, content smirk on her face. ¡°Will you¡­ be coming back?¡± a meek voice asked, catching her attention, and she looked up to face two shy fleeting eyes, that seemed to harden in resolve and eventually stare back at her confidently. ¡°Would you want me to?¡± the unnamed rogue replied as she took the chance to gaze at the only recently-clad woman ¡ªor rather young girl¡ª she was facing, for exposition¡¯s sake. Gold, shoulder-length hairs fell on the hem of a long, white robe that dove beneath the covers. The daughter of the biggest merchant of that part of town had been a real pleasure to get to know. The sex had also been fun, but she really stood out with the overwhelming sense of calm and friendliness she had immediately given off when they had spoken, despite the debatably-friendly entry through her window at that time of the night. ¡°What do you think? Do any of your conquests ever not ask you to come back?¡± A narrowing set of eyebrows poutily answered her teasing. ¡°And how many of these get an answer they like, what do you think?¡± The rogue placed one of her boot against the end of the bed as she leaned in. She had practiced these poses. For quite a while, but making a good, memorable impression was important. To be honest, though, she didn¡¯t really know that many people. Obviously more than the average, but still not as many as her persona and the air she liked to carry herself with tried to imply. And most of them had not really asked her to come back, or been interesting enough for her to stay long enough to give them the chance in the first place.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. A soft pomf brought her attention back to the thick covers, were a hand had just pomfed itself against said cover, in exasperation. ¡°I might,¡± she said, and found that her whole persona was sort of falling under the honesty of the situation. ¡°I¡¯ll come back¡­¡± ¡°Oh. I¡ª¡± ¡°¡ªIf!...¡± She fixed that by raising a finger and grinned at the annoyed reaction she was hoping for. Another one of these and she was going to get a pillow to the face, she could feel it. ¡°If I¡¯m not satisfied with that dude that¡¯s supposed to be your fianc¨¦.¡± A cute snort reached her as the blonde maiden tried to hide her amusement. ¡°...See you tomorrow then.¡± ¡°Tsk tsk, what a horrible young woman you are.¡± She chided with a laugh, to which she got a slight eye roll in answer. ¡°...Realist more like¡­¡± And with that, our still unnamed rogue jumped out of the window, abusing her vastly overpowered physical and magical strengths to land on the roof of the building across the street, and left to go attend to her business. The young ¡®maiden¡¯ smiled as she witnessed it, and closed her window from across the bedroom with a gesture. The curtains soon followed and she let go of her illusion, her eyes taking back the usual red color she let them have in private ever since she has assimilated herself into the merchant¡¯s daughter¡¯s body. Or well, her own body. It was still a bit confusing. Pfew, nearly forgot to add some plot in there. Not only was the rogue woman¡¯s visits quite appreciated in a quite self-interested way, she seemed to be the kind of person she would need to know to get any information on how to get back home. She was going to miss her buddy Lilith¡¯s birthday at this rate, although the whole ¡®accidentally merging with a random human¡¯ thing was quite a good excuse, at least for her standards. Also she really wanted to ask her what the fuck she and her friend who might or might not have been named before had done before she had suddenly woken up in the human realm.