The hands held L’s throat in its grasps, poking at the slight shade of darkness that covered it. Long and scaly fingers caressed his throat, its touches seething with heat.
He attempted to nudge his arms, seeing if they were functioning aptly, but a few non-responses reflected the fact that they were still drowned in Dark Mana, and until some time passes they would remain that way. He could flay his arms in the general direction of his perpetrator and hope he could poke an eye out, but L doubted that would help much in the aftermath.
Just as L resigned himself to a slow and painful death, the figure, bizarrely enough, straddled him. He felt a wonderful butt rub against his crotch. Heat radiated from down there, pumping L’s blood and spreading sweat throughout his body. Though it was definitely a female and the sensation made his Glory raise up, the main reason behind his body’s reaction was due to the fact that she literally radiated heat. L felt an overwhelming amount of Fire Mana fill the room, causing the hard concentration of Dark Mana to melt in the face of such inordinate power.
As L felt her gaze linger on him, studying his features, L did the only thing a man could do when straddled by a woman.
“BOOHAH!” L said, releasing a decently sized bellow, waving his arms like spaghetti.
On top of him laid a naked woman whose hair was on fire and whose horns arched from the top of her head and appeared back above her long elvish ears. Her hair was spread long over her shoulders, covering her small breasts, its vibrant light illuminating the entire room. Scales spread abundantly throughout her arms and legs.
Her eyes, which consisted solely of one whole orange, red and white glowing iris, were wide in alarm. Her eyebrows were, at least. She studied L slightly, and a short moment later broke into a quite, breathtakingly cute giggle. It quite nearly melted L’s heart. She then grinned a look of challenge--a content and excited one. She took a deep breath, her long hair nearly slipping off her breasts, and did the same exact thing that L did.
“BOOHAH!” She bellowed back, but instead of the cute squeak that L expected, came out a diabolical howl that shook the earth under L’s vibrating skull. It washed over L with unbearable heat, mellowing his skin and rattling his bones. L’s eyelids vibrated under the pressure, and by the time he was able to reopen them, a giant armored figure now replaced the previously handsome fire demon.
In an instant the weight sunk down into L’s lower body, squishing it against the ground. Heat exploded onto L’s skin, instantly steaming his muscles, as the fully plated iron figure was fully aflame. Fire raged inside as well as outside the demon in heat so intense that the iron itself melted off. It slid off and sizzled against L’s naked skin. L wanted to scream his lungs out, but as the demon’s gauntlets fully closed around L’s throat, all he was able to release was a choked scream.
“A-After We-” The armored man screamed, spitting boiling blood and crumbling teeth onto L’s face. L struggled under the immense weight as his face turned a dark blue.
At that moment, as L tried to needlessly pray the iron grasps from his broken throat, L realized that being burned, crushed, choked to death was not a pleasant experience, and that he would be immensely grateful if it would kindly cease doing so.
“What you doing, odd child?”
“What do you mean what I am doing? I am getting choked as you can...not see...” L said, a thoughtful look replacing his previously melted. He sat up and realized that as a matter of fact, he throat was not being squished into a meat smoothie by a gigantic melting armored demonic entity.
Kullburd gave L a peculiar look. He then took a few steps back.
“I no realize you so happy to see me,” Kullburd said, a look of discomfort appearing his face as he glanced down.
L followed his gaze, realizing that the other demonic lady--that also did not exist-- had raised his Glory, and was not courteous enough to lower it to its previous form with her abrupt departure. Fucking fire demons, am I right? L thought, then immediately after giggled. Hehe, I would wanna fuck fire demo-
Kullburd took another step back.
“What you witness before you, dear Kullburd, is the only muscle you have spared. Are you here to finish the job?”
Kullburd sighed heavily, and held his heavy head with the palm of his hand. “The only thing that I want break is you oversized ego.”
“Hehe, thank you. It is not even in its final form! It shall increase in size when an opportune circumstan-”
“Ah! Enough with the penis jokes!”
“What’s life Kullburd, without genitals?”
Kullburd stared at him dead in the eye, unfazed and unmoved.
“Cus you know, you can’t make babi-”
“ARGH! What torture is this!” Kullburd bellowed, bending down and grabbing one of L’s ankles. Kullburd’s oversized hands took easy grip of it, and Kullburd’s oversized muscles easily allowed Kullburd to toss a hysterical L halfway across the stable. A few horses neighed as L flashed by and rolled across the dirty ground of the stable. Fortunately, Kullburd threw him at a horizontal velocity, giving L the wonderful option of rolling along with the force in order to avoid re-breaking his recently healed bones and mended flesh. But as L was inches from the ground, a bright idea popped into his head. As he rolled, L willed the Darkness under him to become Watery. Surely enough, even though it instantly drained a large portion of his mana, L hit the ground and the Darkness splashed under him, letting him slide down the bigger portion of the stable.
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L stood up feeling energized and quite pleased with his new found knowledge. Not only did he find one of Kullburd’s weaknesses, but he also found an alternative to water sliders. He started making his way out of the stable.
That was an odd, and particularly ominous dream, L thought as he exited the stable to face the sun. As his flesh was no longer made of Dark Mana, L could fully enjoy the brightness of the sun. L placed his hands on his hips as a pleasant breeze whiffed by.
“Whatever! Probably doesn’t mean anything!” L said, with a bit of humor and a big smile.
A stick fell to the left of L. As he turned, he noticed that it was a broom. He then looked up, while his big smile retained on his face, at the young lady which dropped the broom.
One thing that L had momentarily forgotten about, was that with the departure of Stygian Cocoon effect duration, the protective layer which layered his naked skin had also vanished, effectively returning him to a nude state, for the exception of the Dark Mana which covered to his wrists and ankles.
She stared at L, looking him up and down. She then held eye contact for approximately two and a quarter seconds too long for L’s comfort before, and without as much as a flinch, picking up her broom and walking the other way.
“W-wait!” L called after her, face slightly ajar. “Could you at least say something?!”
The girl stopped and turned, her cheeks perched up in annoyance. “I see enough drunk men…” she paused, looked L up and down, and then continued “and boys...wandering off in the nude with only odd gloves and boots”
“Boy?!” L yelped back, looking aghast. “I mean, Kullburd does have a head so bald and round that you would make the misguided impression of his age, and I can see how his personality is enough to make you believe he is no older than five months, but still! I would not call him a boy.”
“I would not either,” She started, then once again looked L up and down “...but I would call someone who was 130 pounds heavy and barely breaking five feet four inches a boy.”
L took a step forward, waving his Darkin fist in the air in anger “Wa! How outrageous of you! I will have you know I am the acolyte of the most iniquitous, most fiendish, most despicable of Gods in the known and unknown realms of the known and unknown universe! I shall have you spank-ahem-whipped for your benighted comments regar-”
A tall shadow crept up on L’s tinny figure.
Behind him stood Kullburd, his giant figure blocking out the sun. The Dark Mana attached to L swirled in the joy of the shade.
L stopped mid-sentence. “Kullburd, friend, could you, like, not stand behind me while my butt cheeks are bare?”
The girl groaned in disgust and strolled away.
“Ha! That’s what he said!”
Kullburd was not amused. He grasped L’s right wrist and brought it up to his face, studying them closely.
“It grow,” Kullburd whispered. “How? When did you increase Dark Mana Capacity? When did you use spells?”
L was slightly stunned at the quick change of conversation. “As I swung the hammer. I tried to-”
“Use magics while use iron?!” Kullburd blurted, nearly incoherently. “No! That should no be possible. Vein would explode from iron and Black Mana overload!”
“I used Dark Weaving, it uses Dark Mana, yes, but it's not considered a magic incantation,” L said carefully. “It is a racial skill that I was spawnedBorn with.
“Ah! So it did not burst you?” Kullburd asked, very shrewdly.
“No, I think not. Why do you ask?”
Kullburd inquisitiveness died abruptly. He dropped L’s wrist and shrugged. “No reason,” he said unconvincingly. He then turned and walked away.
L stared after him, feeling quite out of place.
What the fuck was that? He already asked me to teach him Dark Magic, so why would he suddenly act as if he was not interested?
A few passing townsmen ’s ill-tempered looks, and one particularly old woman’s perverse smile, made L scurry after Kullburd.
“Wait! What happened to my clothes?”
“That young girl has them,” Kullburd said plainly, not slowing his stride.
“So why didn’t she give them to me?”
“I dunno,” Kullburd replied. “Did you ask her?”
“And why would I ask a random woman the location of my clothes?”
“Because she has them,” Kullburd said, a slightly mocking smile creeping on his face.
L stopped in his tracks. He stopped keeping up with his newly acquired sadistic master, and instead took his smooth buttocks into a dark corner.
Anger sprouted in L. Vengeful, destructive, violent tendencies grew with each step further into the shade.
I am a Darkling, apostle of one of the most powerful, ancient and feared beings in this universe. How dare they humiliate me like this! They shall be burned alive at the stake for their sins! L thought, as he took approximately an hour to use the mighty powers of the most ancient and feared God to make particularly sturdy trousers.
While it was inconvenient that L’s clothing line can only come in dark, dark dark, and very dark dark, it did go well with his pale skin.
Quest Started!
Retrieving One’s Dignity
For the good of the Rojenteem Empire, please put on some clothes.
Difficulty: F
Reward: A Tiny Portion of your nonexistent dignity.
A bit of experience, too.
“Fuck you, Null. You’re still here?”
Only when no one else is, which is a going to be quite often, I’m afraid, if you keep that behavior up.
“Did you enjoy the view?”
Nearly wiped my code, thank you very much.
“I’ll try harder next time,” L said as he made his way in the general direction of the lady who snatched his clothing.
I took a couple screenshots too, just in case I need blackmailing material when you make it big in the world.
“Ha! I only need a minute if I wanted to make it truly big!”
The system paused and thought about this for a moment.
Seriously? Penis jokes? That’s what you’re spending time on in one of the most revolutionary virtual worlds?
L giggled quietly to himself as he walked, attracting more awkward stares. People avoided him now, not out of fear, but out of embarrassment. It was understandable, as it was somewhat difficult to fear a 5.5 foot man who was in his trousers. Dark Mana reeked out of him and it was noticeable by the dullest of senses, as the lady informed him, as it was quite literally attached to his visible feet and hands.
“I dunno. My first quest is to retrieve my clothing from a woman who was vexed by my lack of clothing, when she had my clothing. This is tedious. When can I kill stuff?”
Anytime, if you so wish. Oh Look, a guard! Much experience! Much loot! Much Titles! Much Glory! Go ahead, I’ll cheer you on!
L walked faster under the increasingly irked gaze of a giant guard in full plate armor and a six-foot halberds.
“Well...Let’s not rush into things ok? We have tons of important stuff to do, like getting my clothes back and building NPC relations!” L said, now slightly more enthusiastic in performing his first quest.