“This the love bug nest?” Anon gets the attention of the queen as she sits upon her throne. She uncrosses her long cockroach legs. 

“How’d you get in here?”  

Anon gestures towards the tunnel he walked down. The changeling queen grabs the wings of the nearest drone and rips them  off. “What are you all doing? How did a human walk right in?” 

“Don’t be too hard on them. That’s just my skill.” 

“What a broken cheat skill, so you’re a hero? Let me guess, Krathur the unlighted, master of assassins and thieves? Gave you the skill of perfect concealment?” 

“Oh no, it’s an innate skill, I don’t want to disturb anybody so I walk quickly, walk quietly, and don’t look at anybody. Your world’s system calls that a skill.” 

The changeling queen stares at the awkward man who refuses to make eye contact. Anon keeps briefly meeting her gaze then looking around the room as a crowd of human-bugs surround him. Their little pronged feet clink on the stone floor. Their long antennae rustling at the ambient noise of paper thin wings adjusting. 

“So I heard that this was the place where you get mind blowing sex then they kill you.” Anon blurts out. 

The drones prod Anon forward. He ascends the stairs towards the queen. She flexes her wasp-like body. Grabbing his hand. 

“We’ve never had someone as eager as you, nor a hero. I can not tell you just how excited we are to have you here. Our brood, and how we make them, will be legendary.” She wraps Anon in her wings and pulls him to the ground. 

Three days later Anon awakes in a cocoon filled with green liquid. He breathes in sharply but the goo fills his lungs. He pulls a knife from his inventory and cuts himself out of it. Falling to the ground he coughs up the goo. He stands and tries to wipe it off him. Large bulbs are fused with his skin. He cuts into one and a pulsating grub falls away from him. 

“Just like wasps.”  He pauses for a second “Are these my kids?” 

“Would it be right to kill them?” 

Anon shrugs. “Infacide, check. Having children with a demon, check, raising a demon child…” He looks down at the remaining bulbs attached to his skin. “Why not?” 

He bumbles from the egg chamber back to the queen's room. 

“Did you put my kids on me or are these someone else's? I need to know.” 

She slowly turns to face Anon. Her jaw open sin a face not appropriate for a bug person imitating human royalty. A mix of emotions runs through her face, shocked, nervous, anger. 

“So are they?” 

She nods. 

“Cool. Guess I’ll go find someone else to stick them on. Don’t want them attached to me when they awake.” 

“What?” 

“Oh, I’ll take weekends. I don't think my travels are kid appropriate.” 

“How are you not paralyzed?” 

“My skill, Hedonic Treadmill, no matter how bad or good things get I always return to a state of normalcy. It’s a bit of a misnomer of a skill, on my world it was your mental state changing to make the world normal, but here I literally revert to a state of normalcy.”  

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“I should have expected as much from a hero. There's no way it would be that easy to get rid of one of you. Guard! Attack!” 

In an instant the drones surrounded Anon and pierced him with spears made of chitin. Anon pulls his own spear out of his inventory. “Didn’t know this was such a violent household.” He jokes as he aims for the joints of the people stabbing into him. They pierce their spears through him and hoist him into the air. As he one handed swipes at them with his spear they push him higher until he’s only able to slap their hands with the tip of his spear. 

“Ah, a stand still, perhaps we should compromise.” 

“Foolish here, you are at my mercy. I admire your tenacity. Perhaps I’ll keep you as a permanent donator. Perhaps our brood will inherit some of your skills.” 

Anon begins to slide down the spears of his opponents. “Ah ha!” Anon says as the range between him and his opponents lessons.

Anon laughs over the corpses of his assailants. Spears sticking out of him from every angle. 

*Pop*

The spears break and Anon reverts to normal. 

“Aw, my kids disappeared.” Anon temporarily mourns their loss. “We can make more can't we?” He winks at the lone queen. 

“Was that not enough?” A shrill call reverberates off the cavern’s walls. Many dull plops can be heard as a swarm of grubs and half formed adults rush into the chamber. They attack Anon with everything they can muster. Anon for the most part nonchalantly stabs them, in the cases he does get bit he curses, stabs the assailant, reverts and the process continues. 

“Now die!” 

Anon looks over at the queen as a giant beam flies towards him. In a second he is obliterated all that stands in his half melted legs sticking out of his shoes.

“Finaly.”  

*pop* and he’s back. 

“UGH!” 

Her wings give one giant flap and her hands are on Anon’s throat. 

“Are we making more kids now?” Anon waits for the sex to commence but is only met with sharp claws ripping out his rib cage. 

He reverts. “So umm, this is a bit too harcore for me.” 

A claw rips out his throat. 

After much time has passed and many revertions later the queen lays atop Anon exhausted. “That was very intense foreplay.” 

“Human. I’m not fucking you anymore. Never again. I’ll find some other human to–” 

A red fog erupts from the back of the queen. Forming a red mist in the air. 

“No wait, I didn’t mean it. I’ll fuck him right now!” She desperately struggles with Anon’s jeans. The red mist continues to erupt from her. It dashes towards Anon and forms a heart on the back of his hand. Anon inspects it. 

“Is this what the gods were talking about, a mark when you defeat one of the Seven Sins.” 

The limp queen nods. Her mandibles rested in the small of Anon’s neck. 

“Which one were you?” 

She gives a defeated chuckle. Completely relaxing ontop of Anon. The man who killed her drones, killed her brood, caused her to break her vow with the Demon Lord. Death is now the only thing that awaited her. 

Anon wraps his arms around her. Running a hand over her thin wings up to where they meet her back. 

“I lost everything. My hive, my rank, even my pride. Every other sin dies in battle, but no. I just had to be the one to be not true to the sin.” 

“It’s fine.” Anon coos. 

She pushes herself up. “Why are you comforting me!” she yells at anon. He shrugs “Cause it’s what you do?”  the queen collapses on top of him again, giving into his relaxing touch. 

“Well bye.” Once the bug lady is calmed down enough that Anon feels he has completed his Duty to Assist the women going through a hard time, he gets up and begins to leave. 

“Wait, aren't you gonna stay? You came for the sex, were worried about the kids, slaughtered my drones, stripped me of my sin, What was the point of all this? What was your goal?” 

“The sex was my goal, but after the first time it was mid. Like everything else I do.” He begins to walk away. 

“You don’t care about me?” 

Anon turns and looks her in the eyes. “I don’t care about anyone.” He looks away. “Not in the edgy way, just in the way my emotions are blunted. Listen if you want to come along it’s fine. I think that’s the subtext of this conversation. You caught feelings for me, huh?” 

The queen was not laying that as subtext, but she looks around her now empty hive if she stays here the Demon Lord will send someone to collect her, and that is a fate worse than death. What else is there for her to do?