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.
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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’.
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A man took his breath, preparing himself to address his-
Snvung-Svu-.
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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.