/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance★

You've done it, you've beaten all comers and won the Kingkaizer contest off screen. That's of course, the contest where you perform feats of heroics and perversion, earning the favor of one of two opposing Goddesses. As you grab breakfast, a strange and foreign object appears in the middle of the restaurant with your name patterned all over it. Looks to be an elevator with a velvet inside encrusted with Battletoads characters.

You enter the strange out-of-place elevator just hanging around the middle of a McDonalds. This lift leads up into the heavens to collect your awards and confront the person behind this event. The Goddess Athena.

As the elevator doors open, a strange hypnagogic landscape emits from beneath a shrouded cloudscape. A neon walkway appears with the sound of Billy Ocean music controlling the animated floor patterns.

There's rows upon rows of statues clad in a faded yet palpable vibrancy and jeweled argyle light. Statues of Ancient Greek philosophers, Egyptian mythology, 20th Century virtuosic rock stars, and promiscuous 3D recreations of hentai doujinshi. Between a rippling prismatic hologram of Pythagoras and Frank Zappa's statue, between the legs of a MEGA MILK model, there lies an entrance that leads into some kind of heavenly mansion.

Standing in front of the entrance, is a celestial Angel in holy BDSM gear. And in front of her is a velociraptor. It appears as if the cold blooded lizard has a halo and angel wings, must be a deceased soul. They appear to be having a lover's quarrel.

"Please forgive me for what I am about to say. I am most sorry, Philius, but we simply cannot be together," the Angel explains to the velociraptor, "It pains me so, but I must sever our ties. Please forgive me, I know now that it could never work between us."

"RAAAW," the velociraptor growls and hisses.

"No, as much as we will it, it can never be. Not because you are a dinosaur, but because you are black."

The angel notices your approach, turns to you, and nods.

"Slade Stardust, the newest Kingkaizer. Athena awaits you through the Castle of Heroes," the Angel flashes faux wisdom and gallantly twiddles her fingers, "Now if you'll excuse me, I will celebrate my newly found pride in not being a coal burning reptile bird anal queen with a polite angelic hymn."

"Super." You idly walk past the two chewing on a Mcgriddle.

You swing open the doors and enter the mysterious building. Inside resides the heroes and heroines from previous Kingkaizer/Idolkaizer competitions. The winners of the previous games, players on the fields of the Gods.

Why, there's Golden Titty Retilda, a Minotaur who dipped her bosom in pure gold, protecting her sensitive nipples from being punched by muscle wizards. Marcus Hexagon, a wizard with a sexual fascination for hexagons, and feet. Faris Farlow, a leather-clad Echidna that blinded many-a-foe with her acid spitting pubic vipers. And T-Pain, a rapper from the 21st century that may or may not be a Time Lord.

"Yo." You politely wave to the former champions while walking past them, "Hi, how're you doing? Weird weather we've been having."

Finally, you approach the Chamber of Athena, and the Goddess inside. There, sitting upon a throne of diamond, sits a figure shrouded in shining diamond dust. You cannot make out her face or rather any features at all, but her regal figure sticks out like a sore thumb.

"Slade. How interesting for, you of all people, to make it," Athena speaks in a voice so clear you could swear her words were spit down your ear canals.

"How interesting indeed, Athena."

Layering the Goddess's thrown room appears to be bits of destroyed armor and shattered weapons, as well as rare looking artifacts--- no doubt spoils of war from combat. She might not look it, but that fair and just demeanor is probably just a front to hide her thirst for conflict.

"Well? Do you enjoy what you see? This is called Neo-Elysium, basically it's my summer home. It is welcome to all those who've earned it. Not quite a dusty old vampire castle, but how do you like it?"

"It's gaudy and self-serving, like your tournament."

"Odd, insulting a Goddess straight to her face? You know what I could do to you without a second thought, yes?"

"Your threats are like your virginity, short lived and ephemeral," you finish off your breakfast and elegantly wipe your mouth with a napkin, "How dare you interrupt my McDonald's for this."

"Your bitter words do warrant reservation, perhaps even punishment--- but I can understand your plight. After all, it was I who placed a bounty on the lives of your sisters."

"Yeah. I will have you remove that at once."

"…" Athena pauses for a moment then shrugs, "'Aight."

"…Alright?"

"Alright."

"Oh. I was expecting some kind of rebuttal."

"No, it's cool," Athena breaks out a plastic red cup filled with cheap alcohol, "You won the games, I shall grant you this favor. All you needed to do was just ask."

"---Uh…" You scratch your chin out of confusion, "Oh. Well then. Thank you."

"Need anything else?"

"I don't think so."

"Really? I've got wine. Beautiful women? Video games? Money? Unending euphoria?"

"No, I'm good."

"Banjo Kazooie? Huh? You wanna play some Kazooie of the Banjos? It's a remarkably average game, never understood why you mortals liked collect-a-thons."

"Appreciate it, but again, I'm fine."

"---I favor my champions well, you know. You need only ask."

"I wasn't really fighting FOR you, I was doing it for my family."

"Your family lives in my realm, and by proxy, you were fighting for me. As all things belong to me do. Life is a roundabout credence."

"Your realm is it? Isn't there another Goddess who'd disagree?"

"You speak of that affront Nephis, yes? That mere 'automaton' that thinks she's immortal? A piece of machinery could never be a true God, nuts and bolts have no conception of faith nor fealty. That's why she never wins Kingkaizer nor Idolkaizer."

"Yet we have those pointless games regardless. Must be a real nail biter each tournament, even for you. Does it make you nervous that another may dethrone you at any given point?"

You don't have to see Athena's face to notice she's looking down upon you, "Like you, perhaps?"

"Fair assumption."

"You wouldn't be the first."

"Yet I'll certainly be the last!"

You pose fabulously and strike at Athena with 「Kill the Star」, ending her reign of terror once and for all-!

"Take this, my love, my anger, and all of my sorrow-!"

+Boop+

But it doesn't do anything.

"Huh? Uh.." You do it once more, "My love, anger, and sorrow!"

「Kill the Star」!

+Boop x2+

Still nothing, much to the amusement of Athena.

"I swear that's never happened to me before."

!

The Goddess grabs a hold of your crotch, latches her fingers around your genitals. She merely tugs at you once and-

!..!..!!!

You make a mess inside your pants.

"B-BAKANA!" You double backwards and clutch yourself, surprised you were made to climax with a mere touch, "S-SHE'S FAST!"

"You know, your tenacity is your cutest aspect," Athena diligently rubs the residue from your accident with her index and thumb,examining it for any faults, "Did you know that was the first time someone tried to attack me in my own lair? You'd think someone like me would have to worry about that every time I meet a Kaizer, but no. You were the only one brave enough to attack me. But now you know why others hesitate, don't you?"

"Why can't I hurt you?"

"What difference does it make if I were to tell you? What do I have to gain?" Athena wipes your residue upon a nearby pillar, "Magic will not avail you, nor will your cute tenacious-"

?

Athena stops mid speech, though her face is obscured, you notice a glance upon your crotch region--- eyes dilating as if a predator locking onto it's meal. She quickly turns away and struts back to her throne.

"I'll--- let you live. I've decided you'd be better suited if kept as a pet. A pet to fate, a fate I will dictate for you— at my amusement."

"Why the hesitation? Can't finish the job? Some higher being you are, all that talk and no--- Wait, pet?!"

Athena speaks with cruelty afforded by an authoritarian deity, "Any further slight you take against me, I will punish you for. And perhaps I will punish your family as well, if you do so intend to push me. Thus I decree as your one true God, do you understand?"

"You bi-" You hold your tongue and take a deep breath, "-I understand."

"Good. If only your mother were so understanding, perhaps she would still be with us today? Despite your looks, you really don't act anything like her."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You may take your leave--- I suspect you wish to tell your family of the good news! They are quite welcome in my city, as long as they behave themselves and not go on a bloody rampage— again. Vampires are such fickle girls, despite age. So very sensitive."

________

As you exit Athena's chamber, you ponder why exactly she chose not to finish you off? She seemed oddly fascinated with your crotch--- if magic does not indeed work against a being of her stature, would that be the answer?

You walk by a statue of a man without a name. The stone only says 'The Man Who Sold the World'. This causes you to stop for a moment and observe. It's odd, you feel like you've seen that man's face before somewhere--- like every day. Huh.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>294005

This.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>293997

BROMONT THREAD

Asking the vampire imoutos would get them wrapped up in this, and the last thing Slade wants is to put them at risk, so that's right out. Lots of sex with shoggy or the succubi could work, but it might take too long. Can't see Rudy turning on Athena. The dhampir imoutos probably have no clue what to do. That leaves Adalyn and Aoko. Adalyn will probably turn on us when we go after Nepthis, so

>[x] Perhaps a fox deity might know a better way to kill another deity, Aoko may hold the answer

Not that any of this fancy logic matters. Shoggy or the vampire imoutos are totally gonna win. Both of which are completely acceptable.

>>294037

I don't know, anon. Adalyn might want our dick.

>>294105

Maybe so, but she's a bit too shy to admit her feelings out of the blue.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>293997

>[X] Perhaps a fox deity might know a better way to kill another deity, Aoko may hold the answer

And maybe ask her for help in our 'training' if it turns out that fucking Athena is the only way.

>>294000

>Throat Nakadashi > Anal Nakadashi

muh velociraptor nigga

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>293997

>[X] Adalyn is a lich who knows everything, if anyone would have the question and the answer, it would be her

You're not supposed to fuck the help

>>294259

I feel like a perfect 20 should win the vote automatically, how about you?

>>294283

If that's how it'll go then I'm glad my luck with dice rolls was good when it mattered.

>>294321

[X] Search your local library for any shadowy Liches

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>294321

Liches are attracted to magic rituals and stuff they have never seen. So if we just bullshit a random magic ritual I bet that she will come to us! Because they just know about these things.

It will work.

Probs

Maybe.

I hope so.

I have faith.

>>294749

>Rolled 2 (1d20)

Hah! Fat chance!

>>294768

You either roll a 20, get the most votes, or have the higher roll if there's a tie to win the vote.

Those are fair rules.

>>294835

I think he got a prosthetic beak after?

>>294972

uncle death

>>294994

But yaoi's not permitted on a straight board.

>>294972

Happy Birthday Bromont! MGE Ghost?

>>294972

the spanish Cursed Sword from your last-thread-but-one

>>294972

I know you mean the story

But for real dude

Give Ammit some love

>>295046

I mean, I'll do it, but why the MGE Ghost in particular?

>>294972

I gotta go with: >>295049

Draw us some Ammit, possibly POV buttjob action.

>>294972

Not Ammit. Instead do the oldest sister.

>>295060

>>295079

I think he's implied he's taking more than one request. I mean, he already agreed to do MGE ghost despite only one person "voting" for her so far.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>295245

not a 20 so its still the majority

goddamn fucking dice

I'm just doing >>295046 's request.

Would've had it done by now, but I got hit with a power outage. Soon though.

>>296385

Seems like the vote's still in limbo, unless you want to use die totals right away.

>>296433

Looks like -[x] Ask around the Undead District, for sorceresses and sailors- is winning.

I wonder what ever happened to the one anon who dreamed of Shoggy and then went to consult some medicine man over it.

>>300756

Thanks for remembering the thread again, kiddo. I'll be really pissed if they end up leaving Grant out of the story for some reason or another.

>>294972

Happy birthday!

It feels nostalgic seeing you here, I'm just now wanting to re-read Bizarre Slime, haven't been in on eof your threads since the /a/ days.

>>302215

Feels like they just shoved Grant and Trevor into one character. Grant Danasty better be in season 2.

>>302282

I don't have the old threads saved and the archive that hosted them seems to be down. So RIP.

On a related note, I'm still posting on the http://8ch.net/monster/res/239667.html#302202 thread. Designing the Lich and Dullahan. And a Nixie.

>>302287

>>302282

<I don't have the old threads saved and the archive that hosted them seems to be down. So RIP.

There WAS that one anon that backed up said threads. I think I downloaded that, but it was a pretty big file that easily causes crashes upon opening it.

>>302293

I think i still have a copy off that file, at least one version of it. Could Upload it if people wanted

>>302341

>>302459

hopefully this is what you're looking for

http://www.mediafire.com/file/qom9glfybs1ezf4/The+%28Almost%29+Compete+Tome+of+Richter+Bromont.docx

>>293990 (OP)

Took you long enough, nigger.

I believe posting the archives is worth a bump.

Feel free to call me a faggot if you disagree.

bizarru slimeu kurusitaru

https://archive.is/JsfHF

https://archive.is/EXto6

https://archive.is/1Yrsd

https://archive.is/oxrvE

http://archive.is/e36gd

>>294321

>[X] Ask around the Undead District, for sorceresses and sailors

You casually walk around the Undead District, which is laced with green neon smoke and skull emblems. There's a couple of Dullahan children switching heads near a water fountain filled with strange purple goo.

"Excuse me you two," you walk up to the two little headless girls, "Have you seen any sailors around these parts?"

"Eh? Sailors, sir?"One of the talking heads asks back in confusion.

"Alright, have you seen a green haired Lich around? Name's Adalyn."

"Auntie Adalyn's funny!" The other head remarks, "Everytime she plays catch with us, she always gets hit in the face!"

"That girl can't dodge worth a darn, I'll tell you what!"

"Right, you two wouldn't happen to know where she is right now, would you?"

"Sorry mister."

"That's okay, you two have fun."

You walk over next to an undead girl with a shredded crop top and jean shorts. Her entire ass seems to be hanging out, but you refuse the sensation to pinch it. These are serious times, Slade.

…

Slade no.

"Excuse me-"

"Whoa fuck, you're that guy who won Kingkaizer!" The zombie immediately remarks as you speak to her, "What are you doing in our neck of the woods, handsome?"

"I'm looking for some sailors."

"What?"

"I mean I'm looking for a Lich named Adalyn. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find her, would you?"

"Well, I don't know---" The zombie scratches her green skin, "She's either in the library or at the gym. That girl has no chill to speak of."

"Thank you."

You discreetly pinch her bottom as you walk away--- she doesn't seem to feel it. You immediately feel regret.

Better ask one more person, to narrow down choices. There's a white ghost is spiky blue hair and oreos floating inside her body, you trust she is the right person to ask questions.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Adalyn, do you know her?"

"Well, maybe I do, maybe I don't?" The ghost speaks in a rough old timey New York accent, "What's it to you?"

"Very well---" You take out your wallet and give the ghost a twenty dollar Athena plated bill.

"Alright, what do ya want to know?"

"I don't know, perhaps I need something to refresh my memory."

"I see---" The ghost hands you back your twenty bucks, "And now?"

"I'm looking for her, need to narrow down the search from the library to the gym. Which would she be at during this point in the day?"

"Well, I might've seen her heading one direction--- but I might need something to jog my memory."

You hand the ghost back your twenty bucks.

"I saw her heading south, see? Towards the gym. Looks like she already hit the library this morning. What's she to you, human."

"Good question, perhaps I need a little grease to get the wheels turning?"

The ghost hands you back your twenty dollar bill.

"I've only met her a handful of times, she seems to have a pretty good head on her shoulders despite her attitude. I need her help to do some impossible task. Was she alone or with someone?"

"Well---"

You folder the twenty dollar bill into a paper plane and launch it at the ghost.

"---She's alone. Girl doesn't have a friend in the world besides her family, and even then I don't think she's close."

"Gotcha, thanks for the info."

As you turn around to leave, the ghost beckons you once more, blowing the see-through iridescent hair from one side of her face--- in a matter that questions the physics of the situation.

"Chotto matta, are you interested in hearing about our lord and savior, Rabel?"

"…"

The ghost hands you back your twenty dollar bill.

"Nope."

You casually walk away.

You enter the Kaizer shrine, which is a gym that Olympian type warriors use to train for the Kaizer games.

You ask the front desk, which is manned by a thick lipped curvy specter, where Adalyn's training. Apparently it's the extra dimensional space astral chamber. You remark about the redundant name and head that way. The front desk tells you it's locked when it's occupied, but that's alright, you can use that vine power to unlock the door--- course you don't tell them that.

As you open the door to the Astral Chamber, you notice that inside the room--- there doesn't seem to be a floor. It's a glass like substance that looks limitless, as if you're stepping into a living representation of the cosmos. You're surrounded by stars and nebula, gleaming and flashing as shooting stars race on past you.

And amidst this spectacle, sits a nude pale skinned girl with nothing but a cape wrapped around her body. Smooth body, puffy dark nipples, shaved downstairs--- like a grey skinned goth girl look. She seems to be lost in thought, perhaps meditating in some manner of a trance. No doubt she's a dedicated introvert and needs to constantly hone her mental strength.

---Her butt is curved in a manner that catches your eye, there's no wasted space, just a greyish toned ass.

But she's the type that would zap you should you do anything of that sort--- A no fun allowed type.

[] Call out to Adalyn

[] Pinch her ass

[] Strip naked and silently meditate next to her

[] Wait outside, there's a good chance she doesn't want to be seen in the nude

[] Wait wordlessly until she snaps out of her meditation

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>304408

[X] Wait wordlessly until she snaps out of her meditation

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>304408

I'm sure Adalyn has learned to live with our constant butt-pinchings during Kingkaizer, even if we can't remember it. That ass is too good not to pinch, anyway.

>[X] Pinch her ass

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>304408

Breaking her concentration would ve a dick move.

>[x] Strip naked and silently meditate next to her

We saw hers, so we showed her ours, now she can't complain.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>304407

>I recognize that reference

I'm with >>304482 we're gonna need to her help and it's best to not miff her muffins

>[X] Strip naked and silently meditate next to her

>>304408

>[X] Strip naked and silently meditate next to her

When she notices our presence:

>[X] Pinch her ass

>>304920

Your lips are pretty erotic, man.

Got any guides?

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>304408

[X] Wait wordlessly until she snaps out of her meditation

>>304949

Cool, thanks Brob Ross.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>304934

shit, I'm a retard I meant

>[X] Strip naked and silently meditate next to her

>>304164

There's one thread missing from those archives, I think, the last one before this thread was made. Not sure if anyone remembered to save it.

>>305136

As I remember it, the only missing thread is the Prep one.

>>305731

But in the last thread before this one, we were about to try and go help Rudy.

>>305761

I haven't checked.

Just dumped all I had.

>[X] Strip naked and silently meditate next to her

With a galing vehement desire, you mask your face behind the palm of your hand. With a switch and a swoof, your clothes removes themselves as you strike a fabulous pose, folding their creases upon their own volition.

"Excellent!" you exclaim to nobody in particular doing an enthusiastic spin.

You quietly prop down next to Adalyn, whom appears to be seven plains of reality away, and mimic her cross legged stance. Within a deep state of mental calisthenics, the girl with pale, ash-colored skin, seems to find her inner peace.

Adalyn is many things, a scholar, a fiend, and an undead ambitious lich with a feisty nature. Her tenacity reminds you of your sisters, as you certainly remind her of her brother, Camu. Beneath that layer of concentrated cacoethes lies a woman seeking acceptance--- but not from others. Someone like that tends to shut themselves off from the real world, seeking perfection as a means of justifying their existence. But the problem arises that such a goal only produces temporary highs and a cavalcade of lows.

Odd how you know these things about her. You've surely interacted with her more after the tower--- but to what degree is uncertain.

"…" You close your eyes, attempting to experience what Adalyn's currently envisioning.

Meditation has never been your strong point, you're not exactly sure what the point is--- but perhaps it's a subjective experience. It just feels like you're sitting there with your eyes closed, no special epiphany or spiritual awakening. Well no, no need to be cynical, perhaps the realization that meditation isn't working for you is part of the meditation cycle in itself. After all, it's all about gathering your thoughts in a cohesive manner— that's happening right now-! By Joe, you think you've cracked the code-

"…!"

You reopen your eyes to the sight of a lich's naked ivory crotch staring you straight in the eye. Her slit is tinted in an abnormal color that matches the lich's lips, it's actually quite fascinating. You quickly glance upwards, to the visage of Adalyn Blight, arms cross with searing lividness, veering down upon you as if she were looking at human garbage.

"A little cockroach has found it's way into my home--- You enjoying the view, 'goldy locks'?" Adalyn spits out in a pissed off tone.

"You're angry."

"Gee, how could you tell?"

"Your crotch speaks to me. I'm a crotch whisperer, yet I am also deaf. Life spins it's ironic wheels as my soul gallops inside like an obtuse hamster."

!

Adalyn's foot smashes you in the face, then begins to grind your nose into paste. The pressure is almost unbearably painful, her toes are digging into your eyelids--- but you don't regret it for a second.

"What's it telling you now, you louse?"

"That you're undoubtedly cute, if I must be sincere."

"…Oh? You think I'm going to let you talk your way out of this?"

"Ah well--"

The lich notices something twitching out of the corner of her eye, quickly discovering your member is starting to grow in size.

"…"

Angry, but quickly becoming embarrassed, Adalyn removes her foot from your face and promptly covers her body with her cape in a flustered manner. She seems to be mildly uneased at the sight of your half-erection.

The lich inhales with measured frustration and tries to calm herself down as she reprimands you, "Is there a reason why you're annoying me now after you've WON the tournament?"

"Several. I felt pelting you with them all at once would be rude and unbecoming."

Adalyn points to your body in specific sectors, "And you decided to strip naked, why?"

"You were doing it, I only wish to be popular."

"I'm channeling my soul between the afterlife and this life, something only an undead with magical powers can do. Being nude helps free up the mind. You're a HUMAN, it's impossible for you to do unless you die."

"Oh. I thought you were doing naked yoga or something to that effect."

"---If I didn't know you were about as clueless as a paraplegic tap dancer, I would've lit you aflame after castrating you."

"Atleast you would be kind enough to cauterize the wound."

_____

After the two of you dress, you promptly apologize and try to pass it off as an awkward joke. Adalyn, having some manner of awareness about your character, accepts your apology with underlying annoyance.

>>317200

I got drunk and forgot I was updating it. I'll bump it when we get to a choice.

There's a cafeteria/diner amalgamation inside this quaint training space, aesthetically gothic with glossy cobwebs and seats shaped like gravestones. A green skinned witch whom appears to have lost any enthusiasm over her choice in vocation serves food from a smouldering cauldron. They also serve slurpees, which is what everyone actually eats.

After careful examination, you sit the lich girl down upon a table that's recently been scrubbed clean. An arachne waitress wearing brightly colored Japanese pop culture clothing descends from the ceiling and asks giddily for your orders. Within moments of placing them, the spider girl retracts into the darkness above, leaving not but a couple of napkins in her wake. Without wasting a moment of time, Adalyn methodically straightens her napkin to a shadowless smooth surface, takes a pinch of salt and spreads it about the center in a manner that resembles a pentagram.

"Might I ask what that's for?"

"You might, may, and can. As I will, choose, and decide to responds."

"That pentagram of salt--- Are you trying to conjure something using your napkin? Some manner of sorcery that alludes me still?"

"No." Adalyn bluntly explains as the frozen drinks are served, "Bar trick, the salt prevents your drink from sticking to the napkin."

"Oh."

Adalyn waves her fingers sensuously and mutters what you assume to be gibberish, before her drink triples in size as satanic hands and wings surrounds it's exterior. Within moments of smoldering hellfire and brimstone, sparkles a slurpee in pure flavorful spectacle and unbridled acuteness..

"That, however, could be considered a spell," she explains condescendingly, suggestively stirring the contents and sipping from a oddly shaped magical straw.

"It may also be considered excess, and obesity."

"…" Adalyn idly gazes upon you with her bright greenish yellow glint, "You've one chance to rephrase that before this becomes target practice."

"What I originally meant to say, was that I wished I had a hell spawned gothic slurpee. Jealousy is unbecoming, but such is the human condition."

"Very well--- You want a taste of mine?" Adalyn gently points her straw in your direction with a flick of her index finger.

"Absolutely."

It's best to ignore common sense and strengthen bonds; you take a sip of Adalyn's hellish slurpee--- and find it to be strangely acidicly citrus. The orange sting bleeds down your throat like an acid wash, while pure in flavor and overtly sweet, makes you cough profusely as you imbibe.

"Are you a-- *cough* – big fan of orange fruit?"

The lich girl seems less than enthused by your reaction, and begins to massage her temples in a tiresome manner, "…This is the third time we've had this conversation."

"Excuse me?"

"It happened again, didn't it? You experience another 「Chroma Shift」?"

"「Chroma Shift」? Is that what's it called when you forget large portions of your life almost simultaneously?"

"You didn't forget large portions of your life--- it's rather than you jumped to a different time entirely. I'll give you the abridged version this time in a manner even a simpleton can understand."

"I'm charmed you think so highly of my intellect."

"When you greatly overexert your mind using soundwave magic, typically you experience something akin to a aneurysm or a stroke. However, you specifically don't seem to die--- nor experience any sort of brain damage apart from being dense. What's happening is your brain needs mana that just isn't there, so it finds itself a backup source— brainwaves that 100% match would only occur within a perfect clone or more likely— in alternate dimensions, so it's logical to think-"

"Wait, you're saying I've been overloading my consciousness across dimensional space somehow-?"

"Must be connected to your 「Saga」."

"And that is---?"

"A fraction of magic wielders manifest one, but when you're powerful enough, you develop a concept called a 「Saga」. It depends on which kind of magic your body uses, Rune Users are the least nuanced--- so they merely get some manner of silly cartoon super move that compliments their crudeness and stupidity. A contemptuous lot, they. Syphon users, like myself, get a 'Territory', which is like our own little dimension that we form and mold based on whatever accurately describes our… 'inner being'. It's never quite as voluntary as it sounds."

"I don't think that's any less nuanced either."

"And Soundwave Users get a second power that compliments their first. Though I'm not sure how swapping to a parallel dimension compliments your weird Kirby-esc super power."

"…If I'm being honest, this power of mine isn't exactly mine to begin with."

"---Oh?" Adalyn playfully traces the edge of her cup, "Is that right? Well regardless, that was the conclusion we reached last time this happened."

"But wait--- doesn't that mean everyone I know here aren't the same people I kn-"

"No. It means they're the exact same. 100% brain waves means you'd assimilate yourself into the nearest dimension whenever it was you were your most vulnerable. It also means you've basically erased the Slade that existed in -this- dimension. Or atleast the two of you absorbed one another. It's very convoluted, but this is the simplest way I could think of to explain."

"Wh…What's stopping me then, from disappearing this very moment and being overlapped with another copy of myself?"

"Stop using your powers, I guess? I don't know if that'd help, this isn't something I'm familiar with and I sure as hell can't read the mass of convolution you call a mind. I wouldn't be too scared though, you're just gonna be you--- just with a few loose memories here and there."

"I see…"

Adalyn takes a bip gulp of her hellish slurpee and lets out a sigh of relief.

"Was this why you chose to annoy me today? I had thought you'd come to gloat, like everyone else does."

"No. Actually. I wanted to see you because I needed your help with something."

"HAH!" Adalyn mockingly waves you off, "You're like a lost puppy who keeps trying to make a complete strange feel sorry for it and take it in. Pathetic!"

"Would you like me to ask in some other, less patronizing way?"

"I'd like you to die already, fuckface!" Adalyn's tone quickly changes to hostiles, "You realize how many years I've been at this Kaizer contest absurdity? This was what, your first time? And you just breeze on by like a child playing a video game using God Mode. A lowly worm like you wouldn't understand my plight."

"You've been at this a great deal--- I'm sorry. I did it for the sake of my sisters. They were dealt a bad hand, and the suffering they-"

"-Oh right, you're the son of the 'Bloody Countess'. Cry me a river--- my entire family is cursed to walk this planet as an undead 'Blight', causing nothing but death and misery even if we had no want of it. You're not the only one with problems here."

"You speak with absolutely certainty that your life is harsher than mine."

"I know for a FACT that it is, you don't know what you're talking about with your fancy castle and weird prince-like aroma."

>>317480

[X] Tell Adalyn that you think you're under enemy attack

As much as we'd like to do something else here, remember the stuff with David Bowie in Slade's dreams and so forth? This could possibly be the moment when we finally confront whoever that was.

>>317488

This anon has the right idea.

>>317480

>[x] Butt pinch Adalyn to affirm how firm her butt is

>>317480

>[X] Butt pinch Adalyn to affirm how firm her butt is

We're going to pinch the butt. If there's anything that would break us out of the effect of an enemy stand it would be a firm pinch.

>>317538

>snuff

>>317538

Bromont pls, I know you're probably joking but the vote was tied: >>317505

>>317540

Agreeing with someone doesn't mean you're casting a vote. That's not how democracy works, son.

>>317543

I could be talked into giving you another life, but you have to say Soulja Boy's the best rapper ever.

>>317538

>dying again

speaking of dying, when are you going to add in a reference to Tom Petty (and how he died of cardiac arrest, which is hilarious in a dark humor sort of way) into the story rip in pip

>>317545

Sure.

>>317545

Soulja Boy's the best rapper ever.

>>318236

>>317547

Alright, I'll give you another shot. Give me some time though, I'm grieving Grape-kun.

A faint premonition of your folly omits your visage, with a twitch and a spasm, you shake back to reality. Adalyn stands before you, enraged, and yet the fury in your heart remains unquelled. This isn't like you, losing your temper at a simple berating--- less like the lich girl from what you remember as well.

"Adalyn wait--- I apologize, I didn't mean to offend you."

"It's a little too late for 'sorries', isn't it?!"

"Stop. I believe we're under attack right now."

"Excuse me?" Adalyn digs her index finger into her left temple, "Run that by me again?"

"I'm never this shaken--- and you're not this easily provoked. For reasons I cannot explain, I believe an outside force influences us."

"---" Adalyn scratches her chin with disbelief, "That's one lousy way to get out of an arguement-"

"Very well, then I will fight you if you want. But we must do it outside, it's against the rules to fight one another within this sanctum."

"Wait--- what did you say?"

"The rules, there's no fighting inside this training center, not without prior consent. Remember?"

"…!" The lich stares blankly upon your chaffed face and immediately slaps herself, "Of course- it's against the rules--- of course it is, what am I thinking!? Damn it, how did I fall for that so easily?! We're under a HEX!"

"Was the slap absolutely necessary?"

"Of course, it's punishment for not realizing it sooner. This fits the MO of only one Kaizer I know. There's a Soundwave Kaizer with one single super power--- a stupid infantile gift that almost got me killed— that is the ability to enrage anyone he focuses on into a bloody tantrum. The bastard's name is-"

!

A glimmer on the far corner of your eye moves, you turn to notice a man sitting at the same table you are. A man with a giant star spangled top hat, layered with sunglasses in a steady vertical line. His 'Mad Hatter' uniforms shines in an ephemeral, almost phantom like glow.

"Konichiwa," the man decanters a cup of hot tea directly up his nose, "I am Petty, of the Toms."

"Wha-"

"And I have news for you," the man uses the tips of his thumbs to flick his sunglasses, which spin 360 degrees and lands perfectly upon his face, "「I won't back down」."

[] Knock him out before he tries anything

[X] Fucking Run

---——————————--

You and Adalyn burst out of the front doorway of the gym building, a steady crowd of monsters and humans, with varying degrees of super powers, chasing after you. All under the spell of Petty of the Toms. They're enraged by Petty's Chroma, and to top it off, you are unable to attack Petty inside the gym building.

"You're always such a barrel of fun, Blondie," Adalyn sarcastically remarks as the two of you run down an viridian neon walkway, "Thanks for dragging me into your problems."

"Are you so sure it's my doing, or merely the curse you spoke of beforehand?"

"YOU -ARE- MY CURSE!" Adalyn remarks as she lightly shocks you with the tip of her finger.

A zombie girl with helicopter blades attached to the ends of her nipples flies before you.

"I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT I'M MAD AS FUCK!" The zombie girl remarks, spinning her titty blades like a fidget spinner.

"Begone-" You stride past the zombie girl, feet not touching the ground, with a gust of golden crystallized wind sends mystical shockwaves behind you, harmlessly shooting the zombie girl twenty yards away, "「THOT」!"

Adalyn spits out as she's running beside you, "What in the FUCK was that, Slade!?"

"Beats me."

"Don't you give me that nonsense!"

"You're talking to the wrong person if you expect otherwise---" You glance over your shoulder, still running. "Where are we running?"

"Well listen, Petty's power--" Adalyn gasps for air as she's clearly not the athletic type, "His power--- *huffs* it has a maximum distance of about a football field, when you exit his field of effect, you regain your senses!"

!

A rope snatches your foot from underneath you, with a panicked frailty, you turn to face your attacker. A female ninja with a devil tail plunges down upon you, blade drawn. The ninja is caramel tinted dark skinned, with white hair shaped like panda ears.

"HAHA, NIN-NIN!" The ninja calls out while trying to push the blade inwards, "GONNA GETCHA, FAM-CHAN!"

You catch it with both hands before melting the blade right from it's hilt, golden flames ablaze.

"…!" the female ninja drops the hilt in a panic, then promptly Naruto runs away while spilling spaghetti.

!

You struggle to get up, as the very ground beneath you begins to shake. Behind you stomps a heard of angry minotaurs, big titties jiggling and wobbly gelatinous asses banging up and down as they approach you, death repeating within their eyes.

"This is going to hurt.." You think out loud, ready to lose another life.

The overwhelming sound of crystals shattering erupts next to you, as a magic missile explodes into the wall of a nearby McDonalds building. A pile of rubble falls onto and in front of the herd of stampeding enraged fighters and athletes, impeding their ascent.

You glance over to Adalyn, who seems to be observing you--- in less than an inquiry and more of a worry. Realizing she's showing empathy, the Lich immediately puts on the usually frosty airs she always does. Reaching into her inventory, she puts on a porcelain mask associated with individuals society deems to be 'villains'. It's probably more of a comfort thing to her.

"Would you stop gawking and get up already?" She complains with an obvious front put up, waiting for you to recover.

"---Huh, odd."

"What's odd?"

"Thought you'd leave at the first sign of trouble, you're right after all, you're just caught up in all this. It's not your fight."

"Excuse me, some low level mongrel tried to HEX me into a fight. You've no idea how insulting that is to somebody like me."

"---Somebody like you?"

"…" Adalyn's icy gaze can be felt from behind her mask, "A wizard."

"I was under the impression that you were a necromancer."

"I'm both."

"That's cheating."

"YOU'RE CHEATING."

"Probably how I know."

Adalyn attempts to punch you, but you idly just block it without much effort.

_______

Adalyn and yourself manage to escape the horde of violent Kaizers, taking refuse in the open car lot of what appears to be a high-school.

The Lich examines her surroundings with an almost bittersweet glimmer, "Funksteady…"

"Funksteady?"

"That's the name of the school--- this place has… a reputation. A history with people I once called my friends," Adalyn turns to you with a shrug, "Hah, I'm just kidding, never had a need for friends in the first place."

"This school--- I think my half sisters go here. They're Dhampirs— weird lot they are. I wonder if they're the same, hope I didn't mess up my relationship with them during the timeskip."

The Lich girl grunts at your lackluster response, "Well, that's the last time I open up to anyone," Adalyn remarks to herself, defeated.

!!

You grab Adalyn and immediately throw her away from a nearby car.

"What the hell, Slade-?!"

!

An axe forms out of the shadows and slashes your arm.

"Damn you-!" You grunt as you swipe away at the shadow.

…Unfortunately, it turns out to be just that, a shadow. Your hand merely phases through it. It's intangible, yet it can still slice your skin open-?

A second living shadow emerges from car next to the first, a hand holding a knife. It quickly plunges it directly into you--- or rather it would've, had Adalyn not manages to pull you away just in the nick of time.

"Slade…" The uncaring girl quickly attends to your slashed arm, "Are you alright? Your arm is… You didn't have to do that, you moron."

"I think…" You let out a pained grunt, "I think so…! Argh… Let me check--"

You recover by pinching Adalyn's ass cheek.

"---Really?"

"All healed up, thank you."

The two of you manage to scoot towards the center of the parking lot, where no shadows remain. However, there are cars and street poles scattered around you--- essentially, you're boxed in by a circle of car shadows, unsure whether or not every one of them is harmful. But the original shadows can't seem to touch you, the shadow cannot exceed it's original reach.

Has to be the work of an enemy Kaizer--- why are you being attacked? Who is attacking you? Well, you doubt you know anyone who can manipulate shadows— Adalyn seems like she's at a loss as well. It's past noon, reaching sundown. You need to access the situation— The sun— which way is it setting? To your left, must be west. Means the shadows on that side will surely grow. Is there a limit to how much shadow can be controlled?

Your own shadows don't appear to be attacking you or possessed.

What to do?

[] See if Adalyn can cast 「Light」, if so, illuminate your way out

[] Run inside the school and barricade yourselves within, if everything is surrounded with shade perhaps you will be safe

[] Blow up the cars that attacked you with their shadows

[] Use 「Kill the Star」 on the shadows

[] Hug Adalyn and ask her with puppy eyes to help you using eromancy

[] Call Shoggoth and tell her to have dinner ready by the time you get home

>>320676

[X] Call Shoggoth and tell her to have dinner ready by the time you get home

>>320676

>[X] Use 「Kill the Star」 on the shadows

>[X] Hug Adalyn and ask her with puppy eyes to help you using eromancy

>[X] Call Shoggoth and tell her to have dinner ready by the time you get home

>>320680

He didn't say we could have more than one choice this time around, anon.

I only see one vote, boy sure is dead. Guess we need another year long hiatus.

Casting Light will just make more shadows, so I smell a trap.

>[X] Use 「Kill the Star」 on the shadows

>>321007

Now, Slade's hand just phases through the shadow when he tries to touch it, right? It's intangible, which means you'd be using 「Kill the Star」 on the ground.

Are you sure you want to do that?

Would you guys rather just skip everything and go straight to the shoggoth maid dicking?

>>322058

>sex before marriage

come on now Bromont, you of all people should know that Slade wouldn't bed a monstergirl without developing a relationship with her first, growing it to the point where he and the monstergirl in question want to spend the rest of their lives together

>>322186

I'm just tired of writing about how Slade is suffering because of our choices, I'd rather he be happy for once. Poor guy suffered far more than any other main characters before him.

>>320676

>[x] Call Shoggoth and tell her to have dinner ready by the time you get home

>>322341

If choices keep leading to suffering, maybe there's an underlying issue that's preventing you from imagining Slade being happy. I think you need to make yourself happy Bromont.

>>328173

just let him be AMOG't by some other evil guy and have him die

>>328183

n o

>>328173

So why not do that? IIRC, you forced an early end when you weren't having fun with Ash, so why not do it again? Pure motives aside, Slade seems more suited for a villain role anyway. Pucci wasn't the protagonist of part 6 after all.

Come to think of it, rebooting the story with Slade as the villain would be quite something. Maybe the new protagonist is someone who was hurt by Slade's actions or he was a loyal servant of Athena, or maybe Slade's goals just conflict with the protagonist's goals. Whatever the case, Slade would be an amazing obstacle to overcome.

>Unkillable god

>Suite of powerful abilities

>Can suck the powers right out of people.

>Harem of loyal and powerful monmusu waifus

>Pure heart and innocent motives make the protagonist question whether they're doing the right thing.

>>328173

Just time skip to where he fucks Athena, becomes the new god, and new villain. That works, we can end it there.

>>328198

>>328196

>>328231

Slade's purity has been too strong for him to ever turn into a villain after all this. The real solution is for it to turn out that this entire CYOA had simply been an extended honeymoon ERP between Slade and Shoggy in which everything and everyone around him had just been an illusion of Shoggy's body the whole time.

>>328244

But Slade's purity makes him the best kind of villain. The kind that has pure motives and is arguably in the right. Maybe "antagonist" is a better term. All we'd need is a protagonist who has a reason to go against Slade.

>>328258

Are you doubting the intentions of the greatest president in American history?

>>328255

>I feel like bringing back one of the old MC's as the protagonist

>That, and it's time we had an /ss/ story.

I seem to recall a story about a young boy who inherited his family's monster girl ranch. Was that the one you had in mind, or you thinking someone else?

>>328270

I know I ticked sage

-After a long and perilous journey (of earning Adalyn's trust and friendship. Returning to the castle to find out you've been exiled, unless you marry your sisters and continue the bloodline. Taking the nekomancer off the streets and turning her into a proper lady, and impregnating Shoggoth) filled with misfortune and danger, we cut to a scene of Slade standing over a purple haired woman with shimmering light emitting from her breasts, convulsing and twitching in a compromised, sullied state-

You take a good long look at the work of art before you. A goddess, renowned for her authority and absolution, with a steady stream of glowing seed flowing from her petals. Her eyes empty, broken from the sheer amount of force and ecstasy.

"…Did I do this?" You mutter to yourself, looking around the deteriorating holyness about the room that looks to be 'heaven'.

"You did, hero."

A familiar three eyed cat speaks out, walking into your field of vision with a smug stride.

"Congratulations, your family is saved! You've ascended to the very thing you've fought so hard to become. A god," the cat laughs out loud as it begins to groom itself, "Must've felt great, huh? Pounding a goddess into submission--- few can say they've ever had the pleasure."

"Ah. I see. So I did." You notice a glowing radiance around your member, a coursing light flowing throughout your veins, "I did it again, I skipped it all. How embarrassing, I missed most of my journey. Oh well, the end result is the same, that's all that matters."

"That did require a 'fierce' resolve, I wouldn't be surprised if you used up 100% of your magic," the cat explains with a coy grin, "How good for you. It's a shame you don't understand what that means."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you're a god now. That means you must be worshiped, or you will fade away. But why exactly do you think people will worship you?"

"Because I'm strong. I'm the strongest."

"My dear boy, every god or goddess is strong. Is that truly enough? Perhaps for a few years, but the people are fickle--- any display of talent or power can easily overshadow your own in time. Perhaps a need to be worshiped is needed— or a need to fabricate it. Do you not see the point of it all, now? The Kaizer tournament, the degeneracy, the constant struggle? You."

"Huh?"

"What better way to grow powerful and stay powerful, than to -make- people think you're necessary? To perpetuate the cycle, the struggle. One needs a fine story of mettle and merry to strengthen your resolve, and a path of conflict. Welcome to the inner circle, you now know the meaning of life."

"Everything is a fabrication?"

"Yes. Everything. You are but a character in a play, yet the actor will only grow in popularity, while you, the character, no longer exist after conclusion. That's the brief up-and-up to godhood. You better hope people listen too, lest you want your family and loved ones to disappear along with you---"

"I see. You're a goddess too, aren't you?"

"Perhaps I am, perhaps I'm a figment of your imagination?"

"You've been with me this entire time, haven't you---" You glare at the three eyed cat, noticing a certain falsehood about her, "Nephis."

"Indeed, Slade. I was your--- guardian angel. Maybe even your master?"

The three eye'd cat's head explodes, a mess of circuits and bolts spring forth like a volcanic eruption of robotics. Within moments, a robot girl with metallic hair and a set of prismatic eyes forms in a sea of sparks. A third eye opens upon her forehead, shiny and ephemeral. This is the second goddess, the one Athena opposes, the robot god called Nephis.

"Dare I say your story was magnificent, but I grew impatient with it's pacing. You really need to learn to keep an audience's attention, especially if you want to be a god."

"I see. Well, things are beginning to make an iota of cohesion, but it is but a spec of dust in a land of convolution. Perhaps the reason for such a perversion of life is the cause, the whims of a couple of bored deities having a good old fashioned laugh."

"Perhaps. But look at you now! Shiny, golden, glorious. You should finish it, use「Kill the Star」on Athena, now that she's weak and helpless. She is the singular reason you've had to endure such a painful existence, she serves no purpose to you now, yes?"

"With pleasure."

You use「Kill the Star」upon Athena's convulsing body, sealing her divinity into yet another in a long list of super powered recording tapes. As you do, the goddess's body looses it's cause for existing, and thus Athena is no more. And because Athena is no more, her memory is wiped from the recollection of mortals.

A fitting fate for a lousy goddess. Perhaps, if you feel like it, you'll allow her reincarnation. Would she allow you the same kindness though? If she did not, should you set the example and prove to be the more magnanimous entity? But then again, what is magnanimity? It is a human concept, and human concepts are full of whim and folly. You can do whatever you please without consequence, after all.

…After all…

You glance downwards from your position in the sky, upon the old decrepit vampire castle you still call your home, "And thus the cycle continues…"

"Time is a wheel, we're all just hamsters endlessly perpetuating it," Nephis explains as she places her hand upon your chest, "Well, time itself is also a human construct. It doesn't exist. We exist. Thus, time belongs to us."

"…Are we to be enemies now?"

"Like Athena and myself? I would hope not--- she was simply unbearable to be around. You can understand my position on that. But you— you're special in my eyes. I've watched you ever since you were a baby, your birth with like a giant pillar of garish light splitting the sky with it's brilliance. You were destined for great things, always."

"That doesn't answer me. Are we enemies now?"

"Would you rather not be lovers? We can birth an entire new world of man and machine--- a perfect symbioses and evolution."

"My heart belongs to-"

"Your human heart, which will remain uncontested. But, your loved ones will never become divine or a deity like us. Each and every one of them, even Shoggoth, will grow old and die. Immortality is not infinite, it's a fickle thing that wears the guise of infinite. We are eternal, as time is ours, as we exist. They do not."

"They don't exist, you say-? I see, so I will never be able to enjoy their company like I used to?"

"Extras in a play serve their role, then disappear. Some go on to do great things, most never do. But that is all they will ever be, extras. Think of it as a video game--- you could never love an NPC, could you? You might become infatuated with it's character, but at the end of the day, it's but 1's and 0's. Data. Living things are the same. They're programmed with a single purpose, that purpose becomes many purposes, then they die. Most of the time without ever fulfilling it."

"…"

"So, how about it? Opposing gods aren't needed for worship, the things we call living and dead will flock to anything as long as we give them reason to. Perhaps we could fabricate an enemy for them to face, only allowing them to harm the enemy if they worship our visage. Or perhaps a plague that can only be lifted through steady worship--- it doesn't have to be misery we use either— a 3D program that fulfills every want and desire that's only powered by giving us tribute—"

"So that's what we are?"

"Yes, we are the highest tiered being-"

"-Parasites?"

"-Excuse me?"

"We can cause suffering and indignation just so we're allowed our godly influence?"

"We are not tyrants--- let me explain it like this. The world is a wheel, but in order for a wheel to spin, it needs balance. If there's no balance, it spins to an angle and stops. Without our balance, the world would simply sto-"

"-And do you know that as a fact?"

"-p… What?"

"Has that ever happened before? Life stopping because we don't exist?"

"That's the way it's always been."

"Why? Says who?"

"Says the Gods. If it is so, then it is so."

"---Hypothetically speaking," you lightly grab a hold of Nephis's shoulders, catching her by a sudden surprise, "==If I killed every last being that calls itself a god on this planet, there would be no more parasites on mankind. And if I were the sole remaining god, I could make it so my death would not mean the end of life itself— because I will it so?=="

"…So dramatic, you can cut that out now, if you please. You've no one to impress anymore, as you are the highest tier of being. Why kill fellow gods when you can live together in peace and harmony? That would merely put the world in a state of constant chaos, after all."

"The world is already in a state of constant chaos. Because of you. And everyone like you."

"There is also much happiness, because of me. Balance is balance, you will see that in time-"

"Struggle is important, but genocide based upon foppery and worship is beyond disgusting."

"It was a mere suggestion."

"Yet you suggested it without a hint of conscience. Because you are a goddess. And everybody that is not a god or goddess doesn't matter in your eyes."

"That is correct. The will of god is absolute. Absolutely."

"So if I were to wrap my fingers around that shiny metal neck of yours and snap your being in two; that would be my will, and such, it must be so."

"Do you really think your will as a god is even an inkling as powerful as mine? Besides, if you anger all the gods, they would surely bind together and-"

"There is no god as powerful as I am."

"-Sacrilege."

"You would not come to me and plead for my kinship if it were not so---"

!

You grab a hold of Nephis before she steps back, and with a brief flash of your wrist, your fingers find themselves around her metallic neck.

"If you weren't a goddess, this surely wouldn't hurt, since you're a mechanical being. But because you're a 'holy being', I can touch every square inch of your soul, can I not?"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! L-LET GO OF ME!"

"You little wretched things dare harm my family, my sisters--- because living things do not chant your name like the charming little zealots you desire them to be? The pets groom them to be? You dare put them in harms way, subject them to the knife's edge of a vampire hunter day in and day out just to strengthen my resolve? You in particular— it was not Athena who wronged me so, you were there from the start. And you did nothing. Because living things don't exist."

The being known as Nephis attempts to sift back into a bucket of bolts in a desperate attempt at escape, but you merely constrict her entire person with a web of vines and thorns. Bondage appropriate for her actions. You strike her face once, and with that strike, a part of her face rusts right off her cheek.

"S-STOP! STOP THIS AT ONCE!"

"There will be no peace. Not until I rid this world of parasites like you, and I will build a world where my sisters are neither shunned nor hunted. You vermin. You ungrateful pieces of holy trash. I will kill every last one of you for what you did to me and everyone I loved as a human."

"…" Nephis's robotic face turns into a sadistic smile at the sight of your smightful wrath, "Such malice, you truly are your mother's son. 'Bloody Countess'? I guess you're going to surpass her and become the 'Blood God'? My oh my, whatever will happen to your family and friends then? If things were already hard because of your mother--- what will your foolhardy actions bring upon them? Perhaps a tragedy— similar to your uncle?"

"…"

Nephis's three eyes pierce through your entire being, "Athena was right."

Nephis' words hurt far more than any torture you've experienced.

"…You're wrong."

"Oh, am I? What do you think is going to happen once the humans put two and two tog-"

"No, you're wrong about the 'Blood God' part. If I am to live up to my mother's debauchery, I will need to adjust it to something a little worse. Vampires eat humans. I'm going to eat you."

"Wha-"

You will it so. And thus, your canines become vampiric in nature, perhaps something far worse than a vampire. But instead of drinking the blood of the living, you instead drink divinity of the gods.

You sink your teeth past the mechanical being's, there is no resistance, only hunger.

Cold, unfeeling fingers begin to claw at your face in a desperate frenzied attempt you break free. Pressure is applied against your body, but the strength fades rather fast. Vibrancy and celestial power fills your mouth, it tastes like chicken.

You calmly chant with your mouth full.

"Muda. Mudamudamudamuda…"

"S…St… Sto…."

"MUDA MUDA MUDAAAAAAAA!"

"STOOOOOOOOOOP-"

It doesn't take long. After a few agonizing moments it's over. The one called Nephis, as brief as her introduction was, is removed from this story.

Chromatic vividness leaks from your mouth, your body cracks and shifts, you no longer feel the warmth of your skin. With a blood curdling scream, deities from all over the world begin to quake in fear, as a terrible, horrible, overwhelming presence shakes the earth. A crystal, shaped like your heart, falls from your chest and breaks the sky asunder.

「WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY」

Says the god eater.

End credits theme.

>>321151

Well, that was fun I guess. Do we get an afterscene of Shoggy doing her best to vividly describe Slade's impregnation of her to him to help make up for his loss of memory?

>>328305

I don't think you want me to describe an eldritch horror's insemination.

>>328283

That was awesome, I'm a sucker for ascension.

Is this the last time we hear from Slade?

>>328329

>implying

>>328329

I don't care if she's a terrible Frenchman, Shoggy is great.

All your questions will be answered in the next thread for the new series.

Probably.

>>328284

Does everything always end this incoherently, or are you just drunk tonight?

Not that I mind

>>328396

You're supposed to write drunk and edit sober, but I never edit sober.

>>328396

>Does everything always end this incoherently, or are you just drunk tonight?

I see this is your first Bromont series.

>>328283

thanks for completing this, bromont. I had fun.