Paladin Quest!

Paladin quest!

The gate of the abbey closes behind you, for the last ten years you have trained rigorously to become the peak of human physical condition. Your muscles bulge and your armor fits perfectly. Each plate slides in place with mechanical precision giving you the perfect amount of accuracy needed to cut a harpies feather or slice an Ushi-Oni’s neck without mess. Your sword is at your waist and it shines elegantly as you walk down the road.

You had prayed and meditated for countless hours and your mind was a weapon just as sharp as your sword. In one on one combat you could take on a creature twice as large with ease and you were well liked by most of the initiates you trained with as well. The reason for your departure from the abbey was simply a problem with overpopulation; you had volunteered yourself to leave in order to spare them the need of expelling another, and in part to experience the world beyond the life of abstinence and monastic behavior.

Thinking back on all your years in the abbey you begin to question the morality of some of the things they taught you, in truth you had never been quite religious and the only reason you were allowed in is because the abbess found you starving in a street corner. If not for her you would've died without ever picking up a sword. Now is as good a time as any to question your beliefs you suppose. You believe that…

1.	Monstergirls should never intermingle with humans and all monstergirls are abominations needing a speedy purge and bath in holy fire.
2.	Monstergirls are simply inferior beings that can be used as tools of war and work as long as they don’t cause too much trouble for their human masters.
3.	Monstergirls can in special cases be considered sentient beings that require emotional support and are worthy of camaraderie, however most are savage creatures.
4.	Monstergirls are just as good as humans in every way and deserve to be loved and understood, except for some that are too wild to speak to or understand.
5.	Monstergirls are the best, can’t wait to stick your dick in horsepussy and then become an incubus.

Of course monstergirls were sentient beings, how could they be anything else?! You had never spoken against the abbey’s strict teachings in part because you feared retribution and in part out of respect for the abbess who doted over you like a loving mother, She would often at times take you for walks to the town and speak to you about recent news from the outer kingdoms. She was always looking out for you. Even now she had a special place in your heart.

As the abbey walls shrunk in the distance you realized you were surrounded by wide meadows and sparse forests as far as you could spy, there was not a single trace of civilization around you except for the small grey blob that was the abbey. The sun hung like a shining father above you and it occurred to you that you had gone quite some time without thinking about your past before the abbey, in part because the abbey was the first place you could ever call home. Now the memories of your childhood came rushing back as if by force. You remember…

1.	Your parents were a loving human couple that lived in a city with just enough to raise you until they fell to a plague and you were thrown out of your home.
2.	Your father was a huntsman who would take you on his hunts to carry his bow and arrows as well as his set of knives. You grew up around the smell of meat and the screams of dying monstergirls until he was gored by a rushing oni.
3.	You were raised by your adopted mother who was a lich, she  was cold and distant but always willing to teach you various things about chemicals and potions ,she mysteriously disappearing and leaving you to fend for yourself.
4.	You were raised in a community of monstergirls who treated you like a loving son, you can still remember the face of a lamia holding you, a centaur breast-feeding you, a harpy playing with you. That is until they were slaughtered by knights.
5.	You were raised in a troupe of mercenaries under an abusive captain, your regular day consisted of feeding catapults and helping them storm the castle walls, you were forced to kill your father and were chased out by the rest of the mercenaries

Your father must’ve cared for you in some way, otherwise he wouldn’t have left you to die when you were a newborn, whatever caused him to turn violent later in his life wasn’t something you were keen to remember. For now you were just content to remember the feeling of your sore muscles after a day of training with the other mercenaries, the majority of them weren’t bad men, but they were unscrupulous. At least the camp women always treated you sweetly.

In any case you were more focused on enjoying the future in front of you, you had always been a fan of stories in the abbey and you hoped that you too might find a way or a quest to make you into a legend.
With high spirits you set off toward the sunset and walked for the rest of the night, the forests grew thicker and soon you were wrapped in the thick brown walls of trees that stretched into green canopies. Regardless you continued walking until you were alerted by the sound of screaming,  you paladin training kicked in and you rushed forward with your sword held out ready to take the life of anybody who threatened peace between sentient creatures, be they monsters or human.

You quickly come across the source of the screams, in the middle of the path a human woman desperately grabs onto a loaf of bread; on the other end of the loaf a Kitsune also tries with all her might to tear it free. Both of them looked disheveled and messy, the woman seems to be bleeding from her dress and she holds a small knife in her other hand. They haven’t noticed you yet. Your first reaction is to…

1.	Help the woman to secure the bread. You were human as well and you had to watch each other’s backs.
2.	Help the Kitsune secure the bread. She was being threatened with a knife after all.
3.	With your paladin precision tear the bread in half and tell them to enjoy a warm slice of justice.

You rush forward with the silent wind, your speed rivals that of a horse and they don’t notice you until your blade glints menacingly inches away from the bread. Their screams are unfounded as you tear through the hardened loaf after engaging bread-mode.

Both of the women fall to their feet with a portion of the bread in their hands. At first they seem completely dumbfounded at what has just occurred but the human seems to be the first to regain her sense, with a scowl she stands up and hobbles to you angrily. “How dare you interfere with my business brute! You’ll rue helping that beast!” You stare at her before lifting your visor and coldly saying “Now you can enjoy that bread with a heaping portion of justice.” She spits on your armor before stomping off back down the path.

You almost forget about the other girl until she tugs at your shoulder lightly, the moment you turn to her she seems to shrink at your glorious armor before lowering her head in a bow “T-Thank you for your help sir knight.” Her voice is almost inaudible and her single tail swishes slowly from side to side.

“Please… Bread... Some…” her whisper is mixed with garbled words but she extends the bread in her shaking hands to you and smiles as much as she can before making a motion to tear it in half. You extend your hand as well and…

1.	Take the bread and tear it into equal portions, you were hungry as well after a day of walking.
2.	Gently hand it back to her and tell her to stay safe before setting off into the night.
3.	Take the entire bread and chew it loudly while thanking her for it and making sure to tell her how tasty it is.
4.	Ask her to explain the situation before taking accepting her offer.
5.	Custom option.

“Thank you, but you need it more than I do.” You push the bread back into her hands and she grabs it as if it were a precious object before turning back to you with her lower lip quivering. “T-Thanks…” she bows once more lower than the first time before devouring the bread in the time it takes you to inhale.

You walk toward a nearby log and when she recovers her sense you wave for her to join you, she slowly moves to join you with a scared gait and sits at the far end with her hands in her lap and her head down. “So what exactly happened?” She shivers at hearing your question and mumbles something unintelligible, you ask her to repeat her answer even though you already have an idea of what happened. She rises to meet your gaze and her face is already stained with tears. “Hungry… No home… Want food… Please… Don’t hurt.” You can see she is straining herself physically to speak and with each word she cowers just a tiny bit more, by the time she’s down talking she’s a pile of fur and skin with her head sobbing quietly.

You stand up and walk toward her, with a warm smile you place your hand on her shoulder and explain that you weren’t a guard or a police-man, she seems to burst with gratitude and nods her head over and over while repeating one phrase. “Won’t do it again.” By the time she’s done her words are mixed with her sobs and her tail is swinging wildly over her crying body.

You extend your hand and tell her that…
1.	You can accompany her to the nearest town and keep her fed for the meantime.
2.	She can travel with you for as long as she wants as long as she doesn’t cause more trouble.
3.	She should stay safe and scold her for her actions before leaving
4.	You can accompany her to the abbey and get her a place to rest if she can disguise herself as human.
5.	Custom option.

You pass your hand through her hair and her ears perk up instantly at your touch. “You can come with me if you like, I don’t have much but I can keep you fed.” She seems to lower herself even more at your suggestion and when she gets up from the ground her face is stained with tears and mud. “Sure? Don’t want… a problem… be…” she looks up at you with a slight blush on her face and her hands held together tightly.

You give her the kindest smile you can muster and use your hand to clean her face a bit. She looks at you curiously while you wipe off the dirt and mud. “You won’t be a problem as long as you keep yourself out of trouble and pay attention to what I say. Okay?” Her eyes go wide and teary; she shakes violently and grips your hand with her own before nodding furiously. “Okay! Okay! Okay!” she screamed as loud as she can while still shaking your gauntlet. You stroke her hair once more before grabbing your equipment and setting off down the road hand in hand with your furry new companion.

The rest of the night was spent in pure silence. Every once in a while she would ask you something as if she felt obliged to keep you entertained even though most of what she asked was the same thing as the last time. “How I… useful?” she sounded uncertain but then again it was the third time she had asked you that. “Just don’t go off by yourself and if anything happens make sure to tell me, Okay?” She smiled slightly revealing two tiny fangs and replied as she had become accustomed to “Okay! Okay! Okay!” You were going to have to teach her not to scream so loud or she’d get herself killed.  Soon afterward she began to stumble and her eyes would flutter close while still walking.

At least she was light, you thought to yourself as you princess carried the sleeping ball of fur in your arms. Her tail wrapped around your arm and her arms grabbing your shoulder while her mouth chewed on your mantel like a baby.



The sun rises and yet the Kitsune has not stirred even once. Her tiny body shakes occasionally and her fluffy tail is now swishing underneath your chin. Her hands occupy themselves with grabbing your paladin mantel and she persists in sucking on it like a bib. It is only when noon arrives and you decide to sit down to take a quick lunch that she begins to wake up. Her eyes quickly snap toward you in fear and confusion before calming down slightly. She remains wary but less so than before.

“Please… down…” she whispers and you comply, she jumps up with a spring and her hand immediately attaches to yours. The two of you sit down on a log and you begin preparing a quick lunch consisting of some unleavened bread and a small dab of butter. You break it in half and offer a portion to the tiny Kitsune who practically rips it from your hands and devours it whole. Soon afterward she is left staring at her hands while you enjoy your portion.

When you finish eating you set off once more, only that before you can truly make any progress she tugs on your mantel “I help? Please…” she immediately turns a bright red and buries her head between her hands. You chuckle lightly and stroke her hair which at least seems to calm her down. “Carry this.” You hand her a canteen of water that was already half empty but it made her smile to feel useful. “Okay! Okay!” she cries while wrapping the canteen in a tight hug as if it were a precious object.

“What name… You?” She mumbles underneath her breath while the two of you walk at a leisurely pace. You pass your hand through her hair and tell her that…

1.	You can call me Anon; I’ll be your friend.
2.	You can refer to me as sir; as long as you’re obedient you’ll be kept safe.
3.	You can call me your Onii-chan; I’ll protect you for as long as you want.
4.	You can call me Papa; I’ll teach you how to survive.
5.	Custom option.
(This will affect the nature of your relationship)

“You can call me Onii-chan.” She seems puzzled by this as if it had never occurred to her that she could have an onii-chan. “Oniiiiiii-chan?” she pronounces it with too much emphasis before once again grabbing your hand and continuing on your way. The rest of the walk consists of her trying different ways to pronounce the word “Niii-chan? Oooooni-chan? A-Aniki? Oni-chaan!?” you smile.
The next disturbance comes to you as the sun begins to set and the forest gives way once more to a thicket of pine trees. The first thing that catches your attention is the sound of 1, no 3 horses running at a gallop. The tiny Kitsune doesn’t seem to notice and keeps muttering. You get a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach and soon it’s confirmed as three armed men slow down as they approach you and your surrogate imouto.

“what have we here?” the apparent leader trots forward before stepping off of his horse in a single movement, he removes his chrome helmet to reveal a cruel yet young face. “Ser, it would do you most well not to travel with half-breeds.” He grins and walks forward in his clattering armor. The other two men follow and stare as if sizing you up.

“Hmm.” The captain places his hand on his chin and looks down at your imouto. “Yup, she is the one!” he claps his gauntlets together as if he made a decision before extending his hand. “I’ll be taking that monster off your hands, we’ve been receiving reports of disturbances and it seems we have a culprit!” He laughs raucously and his men join in.

The tiny girl clings to your back and shivers violently while sobbing. Her face is buried in your mantel and she seems scared beyond her wit. You turn to the trio of soldiers and…

1.	Unsheathe sword. “Another step and you’ll be walking back with one less hand.”
2.	“I understand what you want.” Bribe the soldiers
3.	Hand the Kitsune over without a fuss. “Take the brat.”
4.	Question their motives “show me a warrant!”
5.	Custom option.

“Ser?! Hand over the girl.” You’re brought back to the world by the sound of his voice as he grips your gauntlet. His grin turns into a scowl of annoyance and you know what you’re going to do. “Close your eyes and get down, don’t open them until your Onii-chan tells you to, alright?” the Kitsune nods and slowly slides off of your mantel and into a crying heap on the floor. You turn back to the knight where he looks at you with a snarl. “resisting the imperium?” his hand jumps to his sheathe but you’re faster.

The blade slides in through his chainmail and out the back before he even manages to unsheathe his weapon. Time slows down to a single frame as your blade pierces him like a tin can. You hear his gasps of surprise mixed in the with the screams of his comrades. The last thing he does is turn to you with a grin while blood drips from the corner of his lips. “B-Bastard.” He coughs and you slide the blade out like butter, his intestines come dislodged and spill out as well before he falls to the side like a ragdoll.

You don’t have time to think as a spear comes thrusting forward from your left side, with a masterful movement you dodge it and parry it. Your blade holds it in place as you slide forward with the spear and toward the soldier who now looks at you with a face of terror. You come close enough to smell his breath before using your free hand to flick out your dagger and slice his throat, he doesn’t even flinch before beginning to spit up blood. He falls to the floor in a heap while his hands claw at his throat in a desperate attempt to close the wound. He fails of course

The final soldier looks at you frozen in place. He doesn’t do so much as unsheathe his sword as you walk toward him, the only sign that he hasn’t turned into a statue is the puddle of yellow liquid collecting as his feet and the sound of his armor shivering. “P-Please!” he breaks out of his trance and takes a step back, the shaking of his legs prevent him from getting a good grip and instead he falls on his ass with his knees still shivering. You come closer with your stained sword and the blood rushing in your ears.

“I-I have a wife, an-and kids ser!” he grovels and clasps his hand together begins praying while still facing you, you can hear the sound of his sobs growing louder and before long you’re standing in front of him, your sword rises almost of its own volition before you’re brought back from your bloodlust by the sound of a different crying. You turn around to see the tiny Kitsune gripping her hands over her eyes. She seems terrified as she begins to speak. “On-Onii-chan?” she sobs slowly and deliberately. You turn back to the remaining guard and

1.	“Get up, go. Don’t turn around until its dark.” Lift him up.
2.	“I will pray for you.” Execution.
3.	“If you want redemption then join me.” Offer your hand.
4.	“Tell me everything.” Grab him by the chainmail.
5.	Custom option.

“Tell me everything!” you grip him by his chainmail and lift him up until he’s hanging in the air. His hands shake violently and he sobs loudly before you smack him once or twice. Immediately he calms down and begins talking. “I-I don’t know sir, I was only asked to accompany Sir Chandestroy!”
You throw him back down and stomp his chest which elicits a gasp as his lungs collapse. “I said everything!” you place your sword against his neck and tears begin to stream out of his eyes. “A-Alright J-Just don’t kill me!” you take off your boot and he gets to his feet shaking while recovering his breath.

“We we-were told to look for an-any beasts, beastmen and de-demihuman creatures and to round them up, not j-just us, the entire army is off capturing them. It’s something big. Something I don’t want to get involved in!” He finishes speaking and falls to his feet praying. You walk over and place your hand on his head. “bury your soldiers, when you’re done walk in that direction until it’s too dark to see anything.” You kill two of the horses with a swift chop to the neck and drag the bodies to the trees and prepare the remaining horse.

“Are you alright?” the sound of your voice causes your imouto to flinch and the feeling of your hand across her hair only makes her shiver. She slowly looks up at you with mud and tears in her face and her hands shaking as they grip your mantel. “Onii-chan…. Onii-chan’s scary!” she buries her face in your mantel and wails loudly. You carry her like  a princess and mount the horse with the little girl still shivering in your arms. Now you knew that you had to set off toward…

1.	The closest city, time to lay low and avoid trouble.
2.	The capital, we can’t allow this to go on!
3.	The nearby villages, we have to warn them of what’s happening.
4.	Custom option (Where do you want to go?)

You set off toward the direction of the nearest large city, if you were lucky you could make it within enough time to prevent a search party from being sent out. If you were truly blessed then you could even discard the horse and other remains before they even managed to realize what had happened. For now you were more worried about the ball of fur that shook in your arms,

For the rest of the day and night you travelled between a fast trot and a slow gallop, you tried your best to keep the horse from over-exerting itself but at the same time you had to make distance between you and this place. For now you were a refugee without a place to stay. You only finally made a camp when the sun began to rise and even then it was mostly to feed the tiny Kitsune who now refused to look at you, your relationship with her regressed back to the point where she would only mumble occasionally.
The next two days passed in a blur of travelling and avoiding other travellers, more than once you were forced to hide in the forest when the sound of guards came ringing through the trees.

On the sunrise of the third day you finally saw what you were looking for, the white shine in the horizon that represented the walls of a large city. As you came closer the groups of travellers and merchants thickened to the point where you mingled easily with them unnoticed. You passed through without a problem and gazed on the city square where endless stands of merchants peddled their wares and carriages trot through the city. You walk for a while through the city with the Kitsune hidden in a blanket before deciding that your first priority should be…

1.	Looking for a job.
2.	Search for a place to stay for now.
3.	Going to the local church to repent
4.	Getting information about the hunting.
5.	Custom option.

You walk down a street paved with stone and covered on all sides by large inns that seem to tower over even the walls, some are extravagant and well decorated but most are simple structure of wood and thatch roofs with some well placed carpentry to hold them together.

You settle on something that seemed to be in between, not shabby at all but without any of the finer decorations and higher artistic values. The manager was a kindly woman with a sweet face that offered to help you carry your “daughter.” You told her it was fine and walked with the Kitsune still snuggled and sleeping soundly. She hadn’t stirred for almost 12 hours.

The room was sparsely furnished but what it did have was great, the beds were arranged with goose feather pillows and the beds were strung with some strange fiber that was extremely soft. With the little strength that you had you stumbled to the bed and dropped the Kitsune before falling into the one beside it. You must’ve fallen asleep while still falling because after that you have no recollection of what happens.

You wake up the feeling of something warm and soft underneath your chin, it swishes slowly side to side and you almost fall asleep again before it adjusts itself and you’re left looking at the sleeping face of the Kitsune sucking on your mantel and wrapping her arms around you.

Even now she seemed so innocent. You tried to get up without waking her but that only succeeded in waking her up faster. Her eyes fluttered open and she spit out the mantel with a scared look before muttering something unintelligible, you tell her not to worry but that only seems to make her more afraid. “P-Please… Don’t punish…” she lowers her head while still grabbing onto you and you make sure that she understand you won’t punish her. She seems to lighten up a bit “Onii-chan is nice.” She whispers.
You stand up and realize that only a few hours have passed, the sun outside is still high and the sound of crowds walking fill the air even in here. You decide that it would be best to…

1.	Search for information about the hunting
2.	Go off to the notice board to see if there are any jobs available.
3.	Go to the church to see if they have connections with your own
4.	Custom option.

“Stay here and don’t open the door for anyone, okay?” You stroke her hair as you fix on your gauntlets and your elbow guard, she nods while holding her tail in her hand like a blanket. After a few seconds of silence she speaks up “W-where is onii-chan going?” she tugs at your mantel and you smile at her. “Onii-chan is going to go look for a job so that we can eat.” She doesn’t seem to be happy with this answer and frowns.

“But Onii-chan will come back right?” she gets on the bed and presses and nuzzles her head against your hair like a cat. She grabbed on to tufts of your hair even as you tried to get her to let go. “Of course I’ll be back, just stay here and don’t open the door unless it’s me, understand?” She nods absently.

When you’re done and ready you go to the door and call her to come, she gets up looks at you wide-eyed while you clean your sword. You tell her to repeat what you told her to do if anybody knocked on the door and she does, amazingly she seems to remember perfectly. You tell her where the food is and give her a reminder not to open the door. “Goodbye Onii-chan, stay safe!” she cries as the door closes behind you. You pay up for the rest of the week and the manager seemed please to allow it, specifically about not entering the room to clean or provide food.

The walk toward the quest board was quick and it only took you a few minutes to reach the large wooden frame where scrolls and parchments hung everywhere with all sorts of tasks and jobs.

Most were simple and easy to carry out even for someone not qualified. Clean out the rats, kill a den of snakes, hunt some wolves. Simple things. You weren’t interested in that sort of work, seeing as how it would take a dozen of them to rack up any money. Instead your eyes wandered to a few that seemed interesting. Among them these…

1.	Lich Hunt! Undead rising, need companions.
2.	Chimera spotted in forest, experienced fighter.
3.	Goblin horde amassing on border, negotiator or swordsman wanted.
4.	Dragon kidnapping, high risk high reward!
5.	Custom option (what would you like to fight?)

You rip off the scroll notifying for the lich hunt, the paper itself was surprisingly durable and the handwriting is intricate and well made. The overall quality made you feel that it was of great importance.

You set off with the scroll in hand toward the place where you were supposed to meet if you were interested, the streets turned and twisted all through the city and you were lost more than once on account of poor instructions. Soon you found yourself in front of a bar that smelled of smoke and vomit. You inspected the room until you saw what you were hoping was your supposed companion.

“Hail traveler, did you put up the scroll for the lich hunt?” you walked up to the table where the heavily armored figure was resting with a bottle in hand. “Yeah, that was me. You interested in killing some zombies?” He placed his feet on the table while reclining and you sat directly opposite to him. “How’s the pay?” He laughed at your question before leaning forward. “I’ve got 300 gold coins secured from the church funds to whoever brings the liches staff, that isn’t counting loot!” His voice was raspy and cheerful at once.

“Mercenaries aren’t the honorable sort so don’t expect payment up front!” He kicked back once more relaxing in the chair. You felt yourself anger before responding. “I’m no mercenary, I’m a paladin! A damned good on at that.” You slammed your fist to the table. This elicited an excited gasp as well as the strange figure standing up. “You too?!” His voice rose by an octave before you felt his hand grab you brusquely and lead you outside.
When the two of you were clear of the smoke and vomit the armored figure removed his helmet. Revealing long locks of silvery hair that splayed out like waves on the ocean shore, what was more shocking was the angelic face that accompanied it and the warm smile that she gave you. “Forgive my previous treatment, I was not prepared to meet a fellow brother.” She shook your hand vigorously before smiling mischievously at you. “ready to hunt a lich?!”
1.	Yes
2.	No
3.	Custom option


She doesn’t wait for an answer and immediately begins to lead you out of town by the hand, the entire way she speaks about how lucky she is to meet a fellow paladin so far away from the convents and how very excited she was. By the time you had reached the city wall you had a mini summary of her life. You only managed to stop her when the gates were only beginning to disappear behind the two of you in order to ask her a few questions as well as slow down to an enjoyable walk.

“Do you know how far away this lich is?” she looked at you annoyed before responding. “We can reach it by nightfall if we take horses, just trust me okay.” You chuckle slightly “I trust you, but I still have a daughter to feed back home.” Her face turns somber when you say that and the general atmosphere turns sour. The air between the two of you is tense before she speaks up in a deadbeat tone. “Y-you’re married already?” you can see her fingers twitching slightly.

“Oh no she’s adopted.”  You do your best to clear up the misunderstanding and it seems to work as she breathes a sigh of relief before turning back to you. “O-Oh that’s good, I only asked because I believe that paladins should never marry, not for any other reason!” She smiles in a forced manner and the lightest shade of red covers her cheeks before she tells you to walk faster.

The conversation turns quiet for a while before you speak up again, by now the city is far behind the two of you and the path has turned into a strange forest of dying trees. “What do you feel about the church?” the question must’ve seemed odd because she turned to you with a puzzled face. “The church is the center of every righteous person’s heart of course!” she says this in a matter of fact tone of voice before turning back to the trail. “However, the organization itself is run by mortal men, and men commit errors like all the rest.” her voice quiets down as you reach a fork in the trail.

“anyway, what’s your name?” she redirects the conversation and you don’t press the matter, you tell her you’re anon. “Oh that’s a lovely name, wish my parents had been as creative. You can call me…”

1.	Elisha
2.	Adela
3.	Emily
4.	Agatha
5.	Custom option.
“Agatha, my name’s Agatha O. Jinni. Back at the convent they called me Miss O. Jinni.”  She flashes you a warm smile and you try not to laugh, maybe she didn’t realize it? You thought to yourself. “well, miss Jinni.” You don’t finish as she waves her hands frantically and looks embarrassed. “Please, call me Agatha, only my peers call me Miss O. Jinni.” You smile and tell her that you will.

The rest of the day is spent between a light jog and a fast walk, Agatha seems to possess endless stamina and not once does she complain or ask you to slow down. By the time night falls the two of you are surrounded by an endless meadow with tall grass that seems to swing wildly. She offers to take the first watch and you agree with her. As you drift off to sleep you can’t help but wonder how your imouto was doing. Soon sleep overwhelms you and you’re gone.

You awake to the rough shaking of Agatha gripping your shoulder. “Wake up!” she whispers as her hand digs into your skin. She looks at you with an alarmed look and you realize the fire has been extinguished. She puts up a single finger to her lips and points to the surrounding meadow. “There’s something out there.” She helps you put on your armor and soon the two of you are standing back to back in a dark field where something was stalking you.

“they’re bones.” She whispers to you and you strain your ear, she’s right, probably. You could make out distinct rattling sound like bones shaking, but it wasn’t just one. It sounded more like a soft humming from the amount of them walking. What’s worse was that the sound no longer seemed to wander back and forth, instead it sounded as if it were circling around the two of you. You felt Agatha’s shaking body pressed against you. “I don’t want to die.” She whispers to you. “You won’t.” you tell her as you…


“Stay calm, you’re a paladin right?!” you turn to her and give her a mischievous smile. In truth you were shitting yourself on the inside and you were seconds away from shitting yourself on the outside too. The most you had ever been exposed to necromancy were the few times your professors in the abbey had bothered showing you enchanted trinkets, and even those had been locked and kept away.

“Wait.” You raise your hand and chant the words for a magic light summoning, the spell itself was simple but the chant required took a second to muster. When you finished you raised your hand over your hand and flicked your finger. The effect floated for a second like a falling leave before suddenly sparking brightly into life. The ensuing light engulfed your vision for a second before you managed to regain your sight.

It was worse than you had expected. There weren’t just a few or even just a dozen skeletons. They were dozens, all of them stumbling toward you and now much closer thanks to the time you took to summon. You rushed forward and stabbed one with your blade but that just managed to get it trapped in the ribcage. You cursed your lack of common sense before placing your heel on it’s chest and pulling back, causing it to explode into dust and freeing your blade.

Behind you Agatha was swinging wildly. You weren’t sure if there was any technique she was using or simply winging it but it seemed to be effective enough to not get her killed. The two of you continued in this way, your swords singing against the sound of bones grinding into dust. After an hour the two of you had made some progress although it had only been a little. The skeletons did not die forever and any strike that didn’t completely destroy them was a minor glance at most.

You finally realize it’s not going to work out. No matter how many you pulverize there were always more ready to rise. You turn toward Agatha who is engaging two at once and tell her that…
1.	I’ll hold them back while you escape (you get captured)
2.	They’re not dying, let’s run (both of you escape, albeit injured)
3.	Hold them for me, I’ll charge my hyperweapon (you escape, she gets capture)
4.	Custom option
(even if something seems bad it may actually be really interesting)


“Agatha, get out of here!” you scream at her while bashing the head of another skeleton in front of you, behind you another three that you had already killed begin to rise again. “No, you’ll die!” she screams just in time to see her sword deflected and lose her grip, causing it to be sent flying. “I don’t have time for this!” you rush forward grabbing your sword by the blade and using the hilt to crush the skull like a hammer. You land in front of her in time to prevent her from being overwhelmed. “Fuck off!!” you push her back miraculously in the direction where there weren’t any skeletons.

She seems to hit her head and for a second you curse your foolishness but the skeletons completely ignore her and go straight for you. You do everything in your power to prevent your defeat but it’s inevitable, every slash and smash only tires you out more and gives them the opportunity to grapple you. Eventually you misstep, the hordes grab your hands and feet as well as piling themselves on top of you. You hold out for a bit before it all goes black.

The silence all around you is astounding. You weren’t sure if you were awake or not but the one thing you were sure of was that there was nothing around you. The only feeling was that of cold stone underneath your feet and your breath was chilling. You don’t know how long you waited but it seemed like somewhere between 5 minutes and 5 days. A set of imperceptible iron doors swung open and light flooded into the room followed by the sound of footsteps clangoring into the room.

It took you a while to fully adjust your vision, the room was long and vast with cages spread every few meters and what’s more you were in the biggest one. You turned forward and saw the vague figure of a woman standing in front of you. “You’re awake?” Her voice called out arrogantly.

“Speak paladin.” She paces in front of your cage and slowly comes into focus. You can make out her robe and soon her face, her complete look of apathy as she stared into your eyes. “will you cooperate?” she leaned forward into the bard only a few inches from you.

1.	Yeah, just tell me where I am.
2.	No, you foul beast.
3.	Custom option


“What do you mean *cooperate*?” She grins imperceptibly and unlocks the door. “I mean that you’ll cooperate is all.” She grabs your hand and with surprising strength pulls you up, dusting off your armor and even passing her hand over your muscles. “Nice.” She whispers while doing so. You’re stunned but at the same time there was nothing to fear from a girl who was half your size, especially when she was close enough to strangle.

She led you out of the dungeon room and up a set of stairs that gave way to a large corridor. The walls were plastered with paintings and other things, all of them extremely macabre and dark. She doesn’t flinch even a bit before leading you to a large dining hall. “I need answers, what are you planning!” she stops in place and turns to face you with those deep eyes that seem to pull you in.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She giggles and turns around, motioning for you to sit down before joining you on the opposite side of the table, she stares at you like a doctor examining their patient. Her eyes look at you hungrily and even her hands stretch out to grab you. “What were you doing on my land?” she says it calm. You’re filled with rage at the way she says it. “I was trying to prevent you from raising an undead army.” You slam your fists into the table and she looks at you curiously.

“I haven’t raised an army in over 6 centuries. Why would I start now?” her fingers scrape against the table and far off you hear the sound of something breaking. “I don’t care why you would, I only care about preventing you from succeeding.” She lowers her head in disappointment. “I’m not raising an army; I don’t know why you’re in my lands. Now either leave or” she is interrupted by the doors swinging open quickly and an object flying toward the two of you. She jumps back in time for your sword to pierce the table in front of you. “Now Anon, kill her!” You turn to see Agatha holding back a dozen or so skeletons, the lich is also busy raising her hands in the air and chanting.

1.	Grab the sword and kill the lich.
2.	Try to get them to calm down.
3.	Side with the lich, stop Agatha.
4.	Escape as fast as you can.
5.	Custom option.


“Everyone, there is something here that isn’t right! We need to-” Just like before you’re left with your words in your mouth as the lich finishes her chant and turns to Agatha. “INSOLENCE!” she screams while tiny arcs of electricity fly from her hands, she points it toward Agatha who manages to turn around in time to see her get hit. “DO NOT INTERFERE WITH MY GUESTS FOOL!”

Her voice booms through the hall in time with a large arc of thunder that races toward Agatha. She doesn’t even manage to raise her sword before it strikes her, as soon as it begins it’s over. The skeletons walk back and the corpse of the person who was once Agatha falls to the floor with smoke rising off of it. The smell of burnt flesh fills the room and you turn to the lich with a shocked expression.

“Sit down, let’s keep talking. You’re fun to talk to.” She motions to the table once more as if nothing happened and sits with a slight joy in her eyes. “I don’t forgive those who make me angry.” She looks at your frozen body for a few seconds before standing up and walking toward you with an annoyed expression. “Are you alright? That’s not how you sit down at all!” she pushes your body into the chair before returning to hers. “Do you want to talk about anything now that the annoyance is gone?” she pushes forward a cup of water and you regain your senses after all.
1.	Talk about your dead friend
2.	Talk about the army she was amassing
3.	Talk about her
4.	Custom option
[spoiler] I’ve really lost any sense of direction with this story; does anyone want to recommend what we should do? [/spoiler]

“She was a nice person.” You look down into the cup of water while rage flows through you. You try to hold back but you still feel it accumulating in the pit of your stomach, the rage and sadness. Sure she wasn’t the nicest but at least she was kind enough to offer you a job. Now that she was dead you had lost what could’ve been your first real friend since leaving the abbey as well as your chance at payment. “You killed her.” Your hand crashes into the table leaving a visible mark.

“You killed her.” You look up at her with your face clouded with emotions. She looks back curiously and excited as if your distress was a movie. “You’re angry, why are you angry?” she seems to be on the edge of her seat as she leans forward. “I’m going to fucking kill you.” You knock the chair back to stand up only to be distracted by the sound of fingernails clawing at the stone. Your eyes turn immediately toward the corpse of Agatha to see it slowly shaking.
Immediately without any reserve you jump on the table and past the lich directly toward Agatha. Her hands seem to be the only thing moving but either way it’s worth a shot. You rack your mind for anything that could heal a person. A dozen different things come to mind but you’re too shocked to really make sense of all of them, instead you manage to conjure 3 different miracles that could work as well as a medicine that you have in your pocket


You focus your energy at your palms and think back to what your professors would always tell you, miracles were a form of manipulating natural spirit energy with the blessing of the chief god in order to achieve different affects. You especially remembered that since he then used Wrath of the Gods to send you and the rest of the class flying. You return to the present as the feeling of your spirit energy quickly draining from your body and into hers, casting Great Heal Excerpt was something that had taken you the better part of a year to master without fainting and you weren’t going to fail when it mattered.

“What are you doing?!” your focus is broken once again by the lich standing behind you with a steely hand on your shoulder. “You shouldn’t heal someone who interrupted us.” Her grip turns to metal and you can feel your bones popping. “just a second, we’ll talk!” you cry out to her and her grip loosens, in the end you needed exactly a second since great heal excerpt worked by quickly casting a large amount of spirit energy. Just in time as well, as soon as the last of the energy exits your body the lich tears you away and begins to drag you back toward the table. “I’ll forgive you once but you promised we’d talk, now keep your promise!”

Just as you’re thrown back into your chair you see Agatha raise her head slowly and her eyes turn to you, even though they’re fluttering and her entire body is shivering you feel some relief from seeing she isn’t dead. “Talk to me!” the lich grabs your chin and points it in her direction.

You grab her hand which causes her to look at you surprised, even with their cold you could still feel the soft skin beneath you as you plead with the lich. “Let me save my friend!” she shook her head rapidly while scowling. “No, she interrupted me and that was rude. Give me one good reason to allow her to live.” She folded her arms and stared at you. You tell her that…

1.	Agatha is a good person who will apologize if she lives.
2.	You’ll do what she wants if she saves Agatha
3.	If you’re not allowed to save her then she’ll be just as rude
4.	Custom option

“Save her, please!” You try to convince her but she continues in her fit of childish anger. “No then you’ll leave with her and you won’t talk to me!” she waves her tiny fists in the air while pouting emotionlessly. It would have been much cuter if your friend wasn’t on the verge of death. “I will do anything you ask if you save her, I beg you.” Her ears perk up at that and she turns to you with a slight grin. “Anything?” she leans forward and you nod furiously.

She snaps her finger as if she just had a great idea. “I need to save her!” She makes it sound as if it were her plan all along and deep down you’re not sure if it wasn’t. She rises from the table and claps her hands, as soon as she finishes skeleton girls flood into the room and lift off your friend from the floor. She directs them to a far door and walks after them at a leisurely pace. “Wait here and don’t move, Agatha will be back in a few hours.” She flicks her finger and you feel your muscles tighten to the spot. You scream out at her to let you follow but she either didn’t hear or didn’t care. Soon you’re left all alone in the large hall to ponder your thoughts as well as your future.

You wake up once more to the sound of snapping, this time directly in front of you. The lich gazes at you with an annoyed face and a harem of skeleton girls standing dutifully behind her. All of their cold eyes stare at you except for the slightly angered face of the lich who taps her foot impatiently. “I’m done.” She says it flatly and then turns to the skeletons. Wordlessly they part the way like a wave and reveal something out of this world, Agatha.

The lich moves to the side to make way for the pale skinned girl with silver hair. She is no longer wearing her armor although she still has her sword hanging from her hip; instead she donned a black dress that hugs her body in the best way possible.  She walks toward you with her head lowered and her hands held together in a clasp. “D-Do I look alright?” the words are charged emotionally and directed toward you.

1.	You look even better now
2.	You look as beautiful as when we met.
3.	I preferred you in armor to be honest.
4.	Custom option


You stand up suddenly realizing that the lich’s spell has been cancelled. With caution you walk toward the girl with her head held down and her hands fidgeting together. With every step you take she seems to shrink back just a tiny bit more and by the time you’re in front of her she is shaking and crying. You place your hand on her cheek and it seems to snap her out whatever trance she was in,  she flinches at your touch before looking at you shocked. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more beautiful than right now.”

Her lips curl into a grateful smile and her arms fly into a hug that wraps you in her embrace, her body was cold but soft and the feeling of her nails grabbing your shoulders was pleasant. Her sobbing also diminished and soon she was simply reveling in the feeling of holding you close to her. “You…. Don’t think I-I am a monster?” The soft thread of her dress rubs against you and makes you aware of her incredible body that you could never look at when she wore her suit of armor. “I would never think that, you’re my friend.” You pat her back and slowly separate from her hug but that only seems to make her more anxious to hug you back. Eventually she lets you go and you turn to the lich.

“What did you do to her?” You made sure your voice was low enough that Agatha couldn’t hear but at the same time it was hard to contain the anger you felt toward the feminine figure in front of you, she smiled slightly before poking your nose. “I did exactly what you asked, I saved her. Now she is my thrall and you no longer need to worry about her.” Her eyes seem to shine greedily for a second before returning to their apathetic state as always. “And now you have a contract of your own to set with me, no?”

She giggles slightly before grabbing your hands in her own and holding them up between your faces. “Live with me anon, Agatha is already mine. Now you can be mine too. We’ll be happy together.” She can’t contain her excitement and her foot taps happily while her smile grows wider.  And her grasp on your hands turns tight. “We’ll play games and have barbecues. We’ll sing songs about friendship too!”

You look her straight in the eyes and…

1.	Accept her offer, tell her that you still have to bring your imouto
2.	Push her back and retrieve your sword, demand she frees Agatha.
3.	Punch her with all your strength and kill her as quick as you can.
4.	Custom option.
“I have a better idea.” Inspiration hit you like  a, you weren’t about to abandon your imouto. The lich turns to you with a puzzled face that looks slightly annoyed. “I don’t like your ideas.” You try to play it off and continue anyway. “You’ll like it, it involves camping and barbecues.” Her eyes light up at the mention of barbecues and she reluctantly agrees to hear your idea.

“Why don’t you join me and Agatha, we can go on adventures and have fun and be friends and.” She places a hand on your mouth and smiles at your suggestion. “Okay, let’s do that.” She immediately sets off in the direction of a tower leaving you and the harem of skeleton girls as well as the now undead Agatha who seems preoccupied with cleaning her sword.

The skeleton girls stand patiently looking at you with a strange hunger in their eyes, they huddle up all the while still observing you and in some way it almost feels like they’re planning. On the other hand Agatha turns to stare at you every few seconds before turning red and hiding her head in her hands like a school girl, the silence is tangible in the room before the Lich returns with a backpack that rivals her own height. “I’m ready let’s go!” She scurries off to meet the two of you and soon your newly formed party is ready to depart, now with one more participant than when you entered.

“Can we have a barbecue now?” The lich whines while effortlessly lugging around the pack on her back, you tell her to wait until camp and she pouts. Agatha on the other side is now dressed in light leather armor and with her old sword. When you asked her about her old paladin armor she seemed to turn somber and look away. “I’m not fit to be a paladin anymore.” She sighed and  fell back in line.

Soon the sun began to descend beyond the horizon and because of the constant begging of the lich you allowed them to set up camp to please the lich who began to beg you pathetically to start a barbecue. “what’s your name?” You ask the girl who looked no older than 15. She looked up at you with an eager face and extended her hand. I’m…

1.	Custom option.



“Call me Marcela, all my friends call me that.” She folds her arms and places smiles arrogantly, even though she clearly said she was all alone just a few paragraphs alone. “Well marcela, welcome to the team.” You take her hand and shake it firmly, for whatever reason she turns red and immediately snatches her hand away. “I-Insolence!” She quickly turns to tend to the fire.

The camping goes by peacefully for the most part, Marcela asked Agatha to help her cook a barbecue and Agatha begrudgingly agreed. You weren’t clear on the relationship between the two of them but it didn’t seem dangerous up until now and you weren’t going to set off a fight on something that could be postponed until later notice.

You offer to stand first watch and both of the girls agree happily before you realize that they don’t need sleep anymore. Agatha goes off into a nearby field to practice with her sword while Marcela pesters you to tell her about your miracles, even offering to buy them off of you like trinkets.

You doze off and only come to your senses when you hear something crawling in the grass nearby, whatever it was clattered as it walked and for a second you thought it was Agatha in her armor before you remembered that she wasn’t wearing it anymore. The bushes rustle ominously and you decide to unsheathe your sword. The sound of someone walking toward you in armor sets you off and you decide to strike preemptively.

Your sword flies quickly through the air as you slash left to right with a slight tilt downward. You can’t see but the sound you hear is that of metal being bent, it wasn’t at all what you would expect from armor that was meant to break before bending. You jump back and raise your sword to see if whatever you’d hit was still alive. Sure enough the figure slowly clattered toward you and into the light of the fire.

In front of you a skeleton girl stood with a metal pot on her head and her hands equipped with a soup spoon and a barbecue fork. She stares at you without a hint of emotion before You hear the sound of marcela jumping out of the tent and hurriedly running toward you. “What are you doing here Skelly-chan!” She rushes past you completely ignoring you and grabs the cold hand of the skeleton girl who still shows no emotion.


“Master left, master alone. Not want to leave master.” She mumbles in a monotone voice while staring at Marcela who wags her finger in a scolding manner. “I told you and the others to watch over the castle! Why aren’t you there!?” Marcela tugs at the neck of Skelly-chan in a playful manner.

“Master gone on adventure, want to go on adventure. Ready for fun.” She lifts up her arms to bring emphasis to her soup ladle and barbecue fork as well as her now bent pot helmet. Marcela sighed and shook her head. “I don’t have time to deal with this. With a tired sigh she turned to you and pointed menacingly. “you’re a paladin right?! Deal with her!” She stomped off back to her tent leaving you to confront the emotionless skeleton girl.

“Let join party.” She utters and moves closer. You decide to…

1.	Let her join, she probably had one useful skill anyway.
2.	Smite on the spot. No need for more girls.
3.	Ask her to give you information about Marcela.
4.	Custom option.\

“Why don’t we strike a deal?” you extend your hand and she stares at it before tilting her head. You continue on “Tell me everything you know about your master and I’ll let you join our merry band of undead misfits.” She doesn’t respond, instead leaning her head forward and sniffing your hand. “Smells like semen.” She gives your hand a quick lick with her cold ectoplasmic tongue and then turns to you apathetically.

“Master is 741 years old since I met her, master likes playing tic tac toe and Chess but she hates winning because it makes her feel too smart. She likes throwing parties but since she doesn’t have anyone to invite she asks us to dress up and play along. She likes the smell of incense candles but only lavender, jasmine makes her nauseous.” You’re left staring at the bundle of bones who just spewed enough useless information to fill an Okilias account.

“Do you anything about an army?” She looks at you puzzled before placing her finger on her chin. “Master mentioned something important…” The silence between you grows as the minute pass and soon you snap at her, she turns to you slowly. “Oh, master likes barbecues.” She says this and then walks past you as if she had nothing more to you.  Inside you were cursing your foolishness for allowing her to joing but she seemed harmless anyway.
The next day goes by quickly, at least now with skelly-chan Marcela seemed to lose all interest in Agatha and resorted to dumping her luggage for Skelly-chan to carry. The path soon turned back from dead forests and meadows into the dirt road leading to the walled city and before long you were close enough to spy the grey blob in the distance, with the company you were around it was going to be hard to enter. You decide to…

1.	Wait until nightfall and then try to scale the walls.
2.	Enter normally using disguises.
3.	Walk through the sewers and enter discretely
4.	Custom option.

You turn toward your band of adventurers. Skelly-chan was observing a trail of bugs on the ground, Marcela seemed occupied counting her fingers for some reason, and Agatha was looking at you expectantly. The city loomed ahead but you knew that the way things were right now there was no chance of getting inside without causing a stir large enough to alert the guard. “You guys hide in the near woods, if you see anyone ignore them and avoid getting caught, especially you skelly-chan.” You turn toward the skeleton girl who simply looks up and gives you an absent thumbs-up.

You set off toward the city, it seemed that months had passed since the last time you had come this way even if it had only been a short trip of about 4 days, now the city walls grew large and intimidating and soon you would find yourself face to face with the guards. They asked you a question or two about your companion but you weren’t stopped in any other way.

Eventually you come back to the same faded exterior and simple wooden façade that called out to you the first time you walked the streets. The inside is practically abandoned and the reception seems devoid of the manager girl who served you the last time you came here. Either way you choose to go straight to your room where your Kitsunimouto should be.

You open the door only to be greeted by the sight of the manager picking up your imouto like a daughter. Your first instinct is to strike her with your sword but you manage to avoid further traumatizing your imouto.  “What are you doing?!” They turn to face you with a shocked expression and your imouto cries out “Onii-chan!” Before rushing into your arms and hugging you tightly, sobbing about how she thought you had left her forever.

The ensuing conversation between you and the manager consists of bribing her for as much as you can afford, she’s sympathetic to your cause and eventually only asks that you pay for your room. Just as you exit the bar with your imouto wrapped up in a blanket she calls out to you one last time in her insecure voice. “S-Sir!?” You turn to face her only to be met with cat-like eyes and 3 long waving tails as well as a lustful grin. “Have a safe trip.” She blows you a kiss and waves to your imouto who likewise waves back. “Goodbye Onee-chan!” she screams before you cover her back up and descend into the streets with your bundle of fluffy tails.

The walk outside is a bit more complicated, the Kitsune seems more confident than when you left her and asks you consistently to let her see. You’re forced to remind her various times that she can’t be seen in this city but she doesn’t seem to get it. By the time you’ve reached the gate she has her eyes peeking out like a fox.

You finally let her drop out of the bag when you get off the road and enter the trail leading to where you left your undead party. She hops to her feet and grabs your hands quickly. With a tiny bit of hesitation she looks to you “Uh… what are we… doing now?” Her face is uncertain and you can tell she’s sad to leave behind the closest thing to a sister she’s had as far as you know.

You stroke her hair which brings forth a flurry of giggling before telling her that…

1.	You were going to investigate the hunting of monstergirls
2.	You were going to run away with her to a safe place
3.	You were going to introduce her to your new friends.
4.	Custom option

“We’re going to go meet some friends of mine, they’re all really nice and you’ll be friends, okay?” You smile warmly at her and she looks at you with her finger in her mouth before nodding slowly with wide eyes. The two of you continue on your walk toward your merry band of undead in this way. The trail turns to mud and soon you’re forced to carry the tired Kitsune in your arms. When you finally reach the spot you left your party only to find them leisurely playing cards in the middle of the trail.


Marcela is the first to see you and she responds by waving slowly at you before going back to her game of cards, Agatha on the other hand gets up to greet you. Her face seems to shine when she sees the sleeping Kitsune nestled in your arms like a baby. You set down the Kitsune on a nearby log trying not to stir her too bad. You lay her down and turn back to the party which now looks at you expectantly.

“we need to gather information on the recent hunting of mgs. How can we do that?” They face each other and you with blank faces showing that they hadn’t a clue where to begin searching for information. You point to Marcela “You should know more about this, aren’t you an ancient being of infinite wisdom?” She covers her mouth and snickers mockingly. “Haven’t you ever played an RPG before? Whenever you recruit a boss character into your party they lose like 90% of their health and become much weaker. It’s only natural that now I’m useless!” She shrugs and turns to skelly-chan who nods knowingly.

Agatha at that moment pipes up slightly as if she had something she really wanted to say. “Why don’t we go to my convent, perhaps they might have information.” As soon as she finishes she shrinks into the background. You scratch your chin and think of all the places that could have some clues as to what is going on, you had some slight ideas but you had to choose which was the best.

1.	Ambush a party of guards traveling.
2.	Travel to Agatha’s convent to look for information.
3.	Slip back into the city to search for clues
4.	Go back to Marcela’s castle to fuck around for a while
5.	Custom option

“So exactly how lax is your convent when it has to do with mgs?” Your party was now traveling in the dead of night, it was impossible otherwise to travel given that you had walking bones and a foxy Kitsune. The rest of the party was dragging slightly behind while you and Agatha talked up front. She turned to you “They are actually very accepting, even extremely rare and strange monstergirls receive aid at the convent and we offer packages for pregnant monstergirls who have no shelter.” She smiles full of pride. I guess that even now she still saw it as her home.

“Okay then, how far is it exactly?” She places her finger on her chin and looks up at the sky, for a second so do you to admire the soft silky expanse with stars dotting the plane like a blanket poked full of holes. You only stop looking when you hear her voice calling to you. “Anon? It should be about a week if we continue at this pace. If we had horses we could make it in less than 3.” She sighs before falling back to talk to the rest to the party.

You turn to speak to Marcella only to be confronted by a rather strange sight. Marcella was grabbing your imouto’s hand on one side while skelly-chan did the same on the other side. The two of them swung their arms like a jump rope to lift the giggling Kitsune into the air. She laughed while doing so and Marcella smiled mischievously. The only one who showed no emotion was skelly-chan who only looked forward. “Higher Onee-chan! Higher!” She cries out and laughs when they do so.

“I like her, I really do!” the night had passed quickly and now you had to rest, in reality it was more to avoid travelers seeing as how the majority of your party was undead and you had built up a resistance. Your imouto was nuzzling her chin into your chest and talking about her day. “I thought skelly-chan was scary but she’s really cool!” You nodded and she continued speaking. The two of you continued in this way until you heard the sound of your tent flap being opened. In the doorway Agatha stood with a look of terror on her face. “Please. Can we speak?” She took a shaking step inside and stared at you as if she were dying.

1.	Yes of course. Imouto please wait outside
2.	No, I’m speaking with my imouto.
3.	Custom option

“Go wait outside. I’ll come for you in a bit.” Your imouto stared at Agatha with a shocked expression before turning to and hugging tightly. “Is something wrong with Agatha?” She meant it to be a whisper but it came out much too loud and Agatha now looked terrified and also hurt. You patted her shoulder while slowly getting her off of you. “No we just need to speak as adults, wait outside for a bit alright?” She nodded albeit reluctantly and walked past Agatha, but not before offering her a hug which Agatha accepted graciously.

Agatha closed the flap behind her in time to see the Kitsune make airplane noises and stretch her pretending to fly, for a second a brief smile spread across before she turned to you and her pained countenance returned. “Something isn’t right.” Her voice cracked halfway through before she sat down in front of you with her legs crossed neatly and her eyes staring at you as if you had killed her favorite puppy. “I want to speak about something.” You nodded expectantly waiting for her to begin.

“There’s something I want to speak about.” The expression of terror only grew and you had no idea why. “Something important. I want to speak about it.” You adjusted yourself in front of her while she continued rephrasing her sentence without actually going anywhere. “What is it.? What do you want to speak about?” she shook her said in desperation. “S-Something…” She stopped talking and instead cried profusely. You offered her whatever comfort you could despite not really helping in anyway, she continued crying until she was a nervous wreck and you held her however you could.

“Can you tell me what you want to speak about?” Your training had also undergone ways to tell that a person was under a succubus’s spell and a telltale sign was when the victim couldn’t answer questions that had a restriction placed on then, just as you thought Agatha froze up and looked as if someone had thrown ice down her back. You nodded calmly and laid her down.

\

The thing she wanted to speak to you about suddenly became clear and you immediately stood up. “Stay her with my imouto and don’t move.” She looked at you with puffy eyes and trails of snot but nodded before slowly crawling into your bed, as you walked out you saw your imouto poking at a large beetle with a stick. You told her likewise to stay inside and keep Agatha company. She saluted you like a soldier before skipping inside the tent. That was good; you didn’t want her outside for a while.

You marched forward to the tent where Marcella would probably be sleeping, it was a ghastly looking thing with decorations macabre enough to make it seem like a gypsie stand. She even had set up purple torches despite you telling her that it was dangerous. She was a difficult person to deal with.

You opened the flap half expecting a swarm of bats to fly out and into your face. Luckily you were only met with smoke that seemed to rush outward almost consciously. It cleared slowly but you could still make out her figure sitting down with a pipe in her mouth. Next you heard her voice scolding you. “Close the door or the incense will get out!” You complied and entered the room slowly before setting yourself down in the soft floor.

“Anything wrong?” She smiled oddly while still inhaling from her pipe almost desperately. Could the undead even enjoy smoking? It didn’t matter right now anyway. You looked at her with somber eyes “Did you do anything to Agatha?” She didn’t react immediately. Instead she sluggishly sighed before standing up and flapping the tents door to let out all the smoke.

She sat down with her knees curled up and rested her head on her knees and stared at you with bored eyes before speaking. “She’s my thrall you know.” You nodded and she continued “Thralls are naturally bound to the will of their masters, regardless of what they actually feel or want.” You nodded understanding just a tiny bit more of what was going on. She rocked forward and backward while still maintaining her eye contact with you.

“Release her then.” You didn’t want to anger her seeing as how she was prone to fits of childish rage but for now you had no choice but to press the matter. She smiled at you sweetly and her eyes for the very first time turned to compassion instead of mischievous. “That’s what I like about you Anon, you care about others sincerely.” She sighed and her smile faded into a slight frown.

The silence between the two of you grew infinitely. You even had time to notice Skelly-Chan standing in the doorway frozen looking at the two of you while Marcella stared empty-eyed at you. “Okay, I’ll release her.” Inwardly you sighed in relief. That was a lot easier than you had expected it to be. “On one condition.” She raised her finger and pouted. “I want your eyes. Both of them, give them to me and I’ll release Agatha.” Just like that she returned to her old self and you remained stupefied by the incredulity of her request. She simply stared waiting for you answer.

You stroke your hair tiredly and say…

1.	Fine, let me just get a good look at the last thing I’ll ever see. (release Agatha)
2.	No, no true friend would ever ask that sort of thing from another friend. (Don’t release Agatha)
3.	Custom Option




“Fine, let me just get a close look of the last person I’ll ever see.” Her face turns red in a slight blush as you walk closer. “This is rather inappropriate for someone who’s about to lose his eyes.” She leans forward, putting an emphasis on her lips and on her cold eyes. You sigh and your hand moves to your sheathe. “I’m not going to.”

In one agile movement you loosen your sword from the scabbard and send it reeling in a piercing strike, she doesn’t even seem to notice it enter stomach until the sound of her spine shattering into pieces gives it away. Her eyes grow wide and a trail of blood drips down her lip and onto her robes. “I thought we were friends?” Her words drip with sorrow and the way she looks at you only furthers the sincerity of her motives.

“We are.” You retract your sword and hold her up before she collapses to the ground. Her frail arms wrap themselves around yours and her body shakes violently. “I-I don’t blame you… I-I was being mean” She looks at you with a tiny grin before being overcome with a fit of coughing that forces her to spit up blood. Your face is now covered in blood as well as your sword, slowly she weakens in your grip.

“I only did w-what I did… because… I-I really like you…” You guide her down and she doesn’t object as you put her in a resting position, the shine in her eyes begin to fade. She grabs your hand withy renewed effort as if she remembered something really important at the last second“Hey… take care of skelly-chan… She’s a ni-nice girl.” She chuckles and grips her stomach in pain.  She doesn’t speak again. Instead her gaze remains fixated on you while her body slowly dissolves into ash and cinder. The last thing to go is her face.

“Master?” The voice behind you was unmistakable. The skeleton girl didn’t bother talking to you, she rushed straight to the dusty robe and the pile of ash that covered it. Her skeletal hands tried their best to grab the ashes but they slipped like water. “Ma-Master?!” She cried in an exasperated tone while still trying to collect the dust. You watched her as she collapsed and cried into the robes. Her voice turned into a long wail of apologies and confessions by the end she simply turned to you with tear-stained eyes. “Why?” Her face is still emotionless but her cheeks are now dripping  a constant stream of tears and her hands shake while still holding the robes of her master.

You look at her with pitiful eyes and
1.	“There was no other choice, I’m your master now.” Extend your hand
2.	“It has to be this way.” Raise your sword
3.	“It is the fate of the undead.” Abandon her
4.	Custom choice.

“Your master’s in a time out, for the time being you’ll be traveling with me.” You extend your hand but the girl continues crying while staring at you with those large pale eyes. It was as if something inside of her had broken in that instant. She didn’t shake or stir, just stare with those eyes that showed nothing. After a while her skeletal hand latched onto yours in an almost mechanical manner. “When master comes back say you’re sorry.” And with that she stood up and walked out. Marcela’s robes still neatly wrapped in her hands

The rest of the evening was spent caring for your imouto and Agatha, who seemed to be doing much better. It seemed that severing the physical body of the lich managed to separate the spell holding down the restrictions. “So what are we gonna do now?” Agatha was holding the Kitsune in her lap who rested like a kitten while stroking her hair.

You turned to her. “We go to your convent, like I said they’re hunting mgs and we need to find out why.” You stretched yourself out on the sleeping bag. “I guess you’re right.” She shrugged before lifting the Kitsune off of her and placing her right next to you, as if by instinct the tiny girl wrapped her tail around your arm and her hands drilled themselves into your shoulder to hold you closer. The sound of her cheeks nuzzling themselves deeper into your embrace only served to tire you out more.

The only sign that Agatha was still in the tent was her breathing which turned heavy and restrained. She stood up and walked to the tent flap, even opening it and taking a step out before she turned back and called to you. “Hey anon… Would you mind if I sleep with you guys tonight?” You opened your eyes to see her looking down with her hands fidgeting in her lap.

You breathed deeply and told her that…

1.	Sure you can, just not close to me.
2.	Sure you can, here make yourself comfortable.
3.	I’d rather you didn’t, go keep skelly-chan company.
4.	Custom option
“Sure, make yourself comfortable.” You scooted slightly to the side giving the sleeping bag enough space to accommodate all three of you. The moment she saw she turned a deep red as well as stamping her foot into the ground. “L-Lewd.” She whispered it in such a hush tone that you barely heard it. Regardless she still walked back inside and she still slowly slide her way into the sleeping back.

Her body was freezing but in the smothering warmth of the sleeping bag it felt nice and cool. Her skin was an icy pale color and with her armor removed the only thing separating the two of you was the thin silk skirt and blouse that she wore. Without a doubt Marcella had taken some creative liberties on Agatha’s body that you were now painfully aware of. Even before she became an undead Agatha had a smooth and supple body that begged to be played with. Now it was a caricature of that body.

Her breath was still shallow, in fact it was probably even shallower than before and even the slightest movement that either of you made caused her to gasp or moan slightly before stifling herself. You were sandwiched between the innocent hug of your imouto’s fluffy tails and the uncomfortably sensual body of your close friend. If you could see her face then you would have noticed her eyes fluttering in ecstasy at the touch of your body as well as biting her lip in hopes of preventing more embarrassing noises from escaping.

You eventually did fall off to sleep, a dreamless sleep that completely drew you in and didn’t let you go. The moment Agatha noticed you were sleeping she took it as an opportunity to become acquainted with you even more. She pressed her hips against your crotch until she could remember everything from length and width to the distance from your heel to your knee. She told herself it was for battle analysis and on some level she even believed it.


The late afternoon brought with it the smell of eggs frying on a stone table as well as fire crackling on the forest floor. You opened your eyes to find yourself alone in bed and the smell of food wafting into the tent through the open flap as well as the laughter of who you supposed was your imouto.

You stumbled out into the brightness of the outside, on a log Agatha held a plate with bread and fried eggs as well as type of meat. You were about to ask her why an undead would need to eat when you saw the swishing tails of your imouto sitting beside her. She opened her mouth and Agatha carefully brought up a spoon to her mouth, your imouto accepted it and chewed heartily before swallowing and repeating the operation.

“Sharing?” You walked toward them as you regained your sense of sight. She turned to you with a slight smile even while still feeding the Kitsune. “She asked me to help her and I couldn’t find it within me to refuse.” Your imouto tugged at Agatha’s clothes while opening her mouth wider. “Onee-chan I’m hungry!” You chuckled and Agatha complied with the little girls request.

After having a small breakfast yourself the 3 of you set off, it only took you an hour to realize that Skelly-chan was nowhere to be seen before you heard the sound of her bones clattering silently behind you and the sound of the giant backpack that Marcella had brought with her on her back. You waved and greeted her but she remained emotionless as always, perhaps even a bit hostile too.
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The days continued this way for the rest of the week, when you slept Agatha and your imouto would sandwich you between their bodies for your warmth and during the night your trio walked silently through the forest toward the convent where you hoped to find clues.

Your walking finally paid off as in the distance the forest turned into shrubbery and the suffocating air grew cool and fresh, soon you were out of the forest and in the distance the solitary walls of what you supposed was the convent waited. You nearly ran toward it when you felt the tug of Agatha gripping your shoulder.

“Anything wrong?” You faced her hoping that she was simply excited to come back home after being away for such a long time. Instead she was teary-eyed and her lip quivered slightly with doubt. “I don’t… I can’t do this.” Her voice cracked halfway through and a tear slipped down her cheek and onto the dirt trail.  She sobbed quietly while burying her face in her hands and your imouto turned to her with a worried look but at the same time not daring to interfere.


“Anon… I think it is better if you went by yourself.” Her face was turned downward and you spotted a tear falling from her face. It must not be easy seeing as how she was a Wight now.

You placed your hand on her shoulder and…

1.	Insist on her coming along
2.	Allow her to stay behind
3.	Tell her you need her by your side.
4.	Custom option

“You can stay behind if you don’t feel comfortable; I understand it must be difficult.” You pat her shoulder and bring her in close for a hug, she doesn’t resist it. Instead she seems to be quite happy to embrace you and to be embraced by you. “I don’t think anyone will judge you for this.” You stand back just in time for skelly-chan to catch up to you. Before you hadn’t been afraid of letting the skeleton follow you into the convent since you had Agatha to vouch for you. Now you weren’t so sure if you wanted to risk it.

“Agatha take care of skelly-chan while I’m gone.” The skeletal maid still wore the bent pot on her head although now it was bent in several places as well as rusted. She stared at you with those eyes that while cold still seemed to exude hostility. “I’ll go where I wish fake master.” Her eyes quickly snapped toward Agatha and she amended herself “And I stay by Agatha’s side until real master returns.”

“Well, Okay then, take care you two.” You lowered yourself in a kneeling position for your imouto to grab onto your shoulders before lifting her up, she giggled as you began the long trek leading to the convent walls in the distance as well as the guards who stood watch out front. The dirt road turned into a stone pavement and before you knew it you were being stopped by the guards for questioning.

Both of them were older than you would have thought and their faces had long messy barbs growing as if they hadn’t shaved in several months, their smell only further proved your thoughts. “What business have you in the Convent, normal riffraff are prohibited access!” The first one placed an armored gauntlet on your chest to hold you back all the while your imouto stifled a cry from your shoulders.
You face the guard and say…

1.	My little sister is deathly sick, she needs ailments fast!
2.	I am a holy paladin of the imperial order and I urgently seek a meeting with the bishop.
3.	If you lay your hand on me again I think you will find yourself without it.
4.	Custom Option

“I am a fully trained paladin, I demand a consultation with the bishop or archdeacon if you lack a bishop.” You pushed back and the guard seem to shrink suddenly realizing that you were in fact clothed in the armor of a paladin, his demeanor rapidly changed from condescending into humility. “O-Of course sire, right away!” He stepped back granting you access to the gate. With a scoff you pulled through all the while your imouto stared curiously at the exchange that just took place.

“Why was he being mean to Onii-chan?” You kneeled once more so that she could jump off from your piggy back ride, with a hop she hit the floor and immediately grabbed your hand in the way she was used to. You shrugged while walking to the courtyard where groups of nuns as well as a centaur and a few elves walked between the buildings.

As you got a better look at the entire compound you realized just how beautiful it really was, the inner walls were carved with various battles and inscriptions ranging from giant dragons being slain to the story of creation as dictated by the chief god. The buildings were all built in an elegant 15th century French gothic style while the pillars were reminiscent of classical greek. Flying buttresses melded with hand carved arches to create something that reminded you of a dreamscape. That effect was only strengthened by the shining marble of the pavement that clicked elegantly with every step you took and shone like a mirror in the noon sun.

Soon the bells of the church tower stopped ringing and the congregations of nuns and mgs ceased. As quick as they had come they disappeared and only you and your imouto as well as a maid were left in the courtyard, The three largest buildings, the main church, the archives, and the dormitories stood on each side while a series of smaller ones decorated the remaining space between the walls. It looked like a tiny city almost.

You looked between the three building and went to the…


1.	Main church
2.	Dormitories
3.	Archives
4.	Custom option

You walk forward with your imouto in hand toward the grand church in front of you, to call it a church was rather an understatement, a giant spire at it’s center gace way to the naves which stretched in the form of a cross. From there even more spires rose up to each tip giving it a magnificent yet terrifying atmosphere, as if the chief god herself would descend to smite you from the highest tower.

 The portal was etched intuitively into a smaller gateway which in itself gave way to a smaller one. All of this opened up into the main Transept whose roof stretched upward too far to even contemplate. On it was painted a scene that every true believer should know. The tale of the chief god sealing away the demon lord and raising up humanity. It struck you as odd that for a convent that was advertised as accepting they would paint such a bloody scene. The silence inside was punctuated by the stares of nuns whos worship was interrupted by your entering.

Without a word and with your imouto still held tight you swerve into the right side of the church where a wooden door lead into a quiet resting room, it was decorated with all manner of baubles and artifacts ranging from imagined maps of the world to a six foot statue of a famous paladin known for refusing to marry a lilim.

 You had entered here due to instinct, in your Abbey the rightside door was where the bishop would normally be found. It was only now that you realized how foolish it was to apply that same logic to a completely different church and you were about to leave when you noticed him.
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On a soft red velvet chair with metallic pins sticking out a man was resting with his eyes closed. His hands were worn and weathered and his face had enough cracks to rival a geographic map of the mountain ranges. He stirred with your footsteps and now his eyes shook open. The deepest black eyes that you had ever seen that called out to you stared back from a withered face that could collapse into dust at any moment. He smiled faintly when he saw your armor as well as the small child gripping your arm so carefully and spoke.

“What can I help you with my child?” His voice was raspy and rough yet at the same time charismatic. He straightened out slightly in his chair revealing a glass cup that he held tightly in his left hand. Inside a deep red liquid swished from side to side and he took a deep drink before turning back to you with renewed vigor.

“I see you are an apostle of the west abbey that rests almost 2 weeks travel from here. What business brings you to these foreign lands? Does the abbess have a message for me?” His smile seemed wise yet mischievous. You were left pausing for air as you gazed at him. He was like a figure taken out of a painting.

 You opened your mouth to speak yet nothing came out. He waited patiently with a look of wisdom and at that moment a million questions came to mind. “What was the meaning of life?” “Why do people suffer?” “Are the books really correct?” “Why do kids love the taste of cinnamon toast crunch?” All of these and a myriad of others popped up.

You cleared your mind and asked…

1.	Have you heard of any hunting of monstergirls? (direct question)
2.	Have you seen any strange behavior from the army (indirect question)
3.	I’m sorry I took the wrong door (Avoid questions)
4.	Custom option

“I’m sorry to say, but right now I come for private matters.” You gave an apologetic grin but he simply waves his hand and smiled “Do not apologize. It is perfectly fine. Tell me then, what business have you in this convent?” His hand passed through his deliciously smooth beard. That was some A grade beard right there. Truly a beard to end all beards.

“I was actually looking for you.” His bushy brows lifted themselves in an expression of surprise. “really? What could a geezer like me offer you?” You chuckled beneath your breath. “Charismatic and humble.” You thought to yourself.

“I was actually a friend of Agatha’s. She told me that you might have information I seek.” His eyes grew warmer and his smile likewise went wider. Like an old grandfather he began speaking about her. “Really? Agatha? I remember when she was just a girl no taller than my knee. One of the most talented sisters we’ve raised. I had even hoped that she might take the place of High Priestess when I passed. She was such a strong girl.” He laughed a tired laugh which only made it harder for you to tell him what happened.

He must have read your face because his smile turned into an uncertain frown and his eyes clouded up. “She is traveling with you, right? Will she come to visit?” His hands shook slightly while taking a gulp from the red drink. You looked downward to avoid his gaze. “Agatha… Agatha perished on a mission sir. She died valiantly in battle against a lich.” It was a half lie but it was better than telling him she had become a thrall.

The silence between you stretched and the only sound was your imouto playing with your hand counting the digits. Finally you looked up unable to bear it and immediately you regretted it. The bishop’s lip trembled slightly and his eyes were teary. “I… I see.” He gave a bitter laugh before taking another sip from the glass. “It can’t be helped. It is the destiny of every paladin to lay down their life in the name of a cause they believe in.”

His eyes seemed to regain some of their previous warmth but you spotted a tear slip down his face and into his beard.“I’m terribly sorry.


She was a close friend of mine as well.” He simply dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “What did I say, there is no need to be sorry. In any case I am glad that she had such an upstanding fellow like yourself to accompany her!” His voice rung out through the room in a friendly yet assertive tone, enough to make your imouto straighten up and stop playing with her tail.

“Anyhow, What did you come to tell me child?” The day made itself known by slipping in a trail of red sunlight indicating that soon night would fall. The bishop meanwhile stared at you with reddened eyes. You decided that despite it you would ask him. “Would you happen to have heard about any huntings of monster girls?” His face turned trouble for a second before he spoke again. “No… No I haven’t really heard anything about that sort of thing. Poachers have been quieter this season than others even.” He shrugged in his chair before emptying out the rest of the red liquid in a single swig.

“Now, if you have anything else to ask me we will discuss it over dinner. Let’s not waste time, soon the sisters will have the table set, and I would like it if you joined us.” He gave a courteous smile and stood up slowly, the cracking of a hundred bones as he did so. With a tired gait he walked passed you and into the rapidly darkening exterior.

“What will we do now Onii-chan? I’m hungry!” You suddenly realized that not once in this entire time you had let go of your imouto’s hand, she looked up at you with big eyes and an open mouth that begged for food. You kneeled next to her and gave her a hug before telling her that…

1.	You would eat at the convent, maybe another functionary would have a clue.
2.	You would join Agatha, it was time you left this place.
3.	Custom option

“Let’s go meet Agatha, it’s not kind to keep her waiting for long.” You lifted up the ball of fur in your arms like a princess and she squealed in delight all the while burying her face in your mantel. She was really in love with it for some reason. The two of you exited the compound but not before finding a nun to send an apology to the bishop for skipping out on his dinner. She scurried off with your message and you also went off with your sack of fluffy tails.

The road back was longer than when you came and by the time you reached the campsite where skelly-chan and Agatha were supposed to be night time was already in full view. Skelly-chan unsurprisingly was completely uninterested in you, but Agatha was a bomb of excitement asking you everything from the cooks to the guards. You told her than unfortunately the only person who you talked to was the bishop. She seemed downtrodden by this, which wasn’t what you’d expect given that the bishop was practically breaking down when he had heard about Agatha’s *death*

Dinner consisted of a thin stew flavored with chicken bones and wild herbs as well as a few carrots which you hawked from a nun. It was tasty if a bit plain but by the way your imouto was slurping the bowl clean you guessed she didn’t object to the taste. The two of you set off to sleep leaving skelly-chan and Agatha to stand guard. The warmth of your imouto’s fluffy tails drew you to sleep like a moth to a flame.

You dream of the church and all it’s splendors, the carvings on the walls dance and move and the paintings play out the actions over and over again. The statues themselves move mechanically as if locked in a routine. For how long you dreamt was something you couldn’t be sure of, the only thing that you remember is that it felt like an eternity had passed before you woke up.

What woke you up was a mystery, the only thing you could hear was the soft humming of the cicadas in the distance as well as the embers of the fire slowly dying in the fireplace. You began to drift back into your dreams when you caught sound of something you didn’t expect, the sound of hooves coming closer.

It was far off and faint but soon it would be close. If it was a traveller then it was  lost one. These trails only lead into the forest and you had checked that they were sparsely used. It couldn’t be a wild horse since it made a distinct clacking sound as it hit the ground. The sound that was made of metal hooves. With some reluctance you rose from your bed and wandered out. Unexpectedly Agatha was nowhere to be seen and skelly-chan was sitting down on the log staring into the flames without stirring.

You didn’t have time to ask for Agatha as the sound grew in your direction. You retrieved your sword and placed your shoulder guard since it was the only thing you had time to equip before the rider would reach you.

You walked into the early morning hoping to make conversation; the shadow of the rider was only 50 meters away when you called to it. It did not respond, instead the speed picked up. You could make out nothing except the faint shape of a person as it closed in. It was at 10 meters that you caught the glint of steel being raised over head and ready for a strike.

In an act of instinct driven survival you drew your blade to meet it. Sparks flew off just in time as the swords met in mid draw and the figure became clear. It was a centaur and a heavily armored one at that. It galloped away as fast as it had come only to turn back and redouble its effort. You could read it’s telegraphed strike and adjusted to hit the legs.


As it came close once more you parried the sword and lowered your blade. Instead of the satisfying sound of a knife’s edge meeting meat the sound of metal bouncing off of metal as well as more sparks to accompany it. You were left dazed as it turned around once more for another strike. By now you were tired of deflecting blows at full speed from a centaur, a species renown for their cavalry charges.

You turn to face the rushing centaur in heavy armor and…

1.	Deflect once more
2.	Pierce its armor
3.	parry the sword
4.	custom attack.

You grip your talisman hanging around your neck and in a moment of inspiration you rip it off. The centaur has just finished making its roundabout and has begun yet another charge. Skelly-chan continues to stare into the fire like a dumbass and during this entire time your imouto hasn’t woken up.

You hold the talisman high and for a second the charging centaur slows down before accelerating twice as fast. The distance between the two of you closes in a matter of seconds, luckily it’s exactly the time you need to charge your lightning spear, the rod of light glows in your hand before extending itself into a proper crackling spear of sunlight.

The centaur either doesn’t know what it’s capable of or has decided to hedge all its life on being able to strike you down, and if you failed it probably would. The spear changes in intenstity turning infinitely bright before it slips from between your fingers and forward toward the centaur. Time slows down as the spear flies toward its target and likewise the centaur gallops toward you.

The collision is a strenuous roar of metal being bent and of the immense weight of the centaur collapsing mid-gallop, The beast collapses midway and recoils from the speed of the spear. The world around you floats in a haze of afterimages while you recover your sight. When you do you can see the centaur still twitching on the ground with her platemail now cracked. Smoke rises gently from the body and the only indication that she’s alive are the groans of pain that escape her throat.
With wobbly feet your stumble toward the fallen centaur and prod it with your sword to see if it lives. She turns to you with hateful eyes all the while still trying to regain her breath or her bearings. “I-I… I won’t f-fall” She stutters in a singsong voice while slowly placing her hoof on the ground. “I won’t… fa-fail him!” She snarls and tries to raise her sword but you easily throw it to the side and place your sword to her neck, surprisingly her previous persona of a fighter fades away into a bumbling girl as she cries into her hands. You face her and say…

1.	You failed. (execute)
2.	You fought well, why not join me? (recruit)
3.	Get out of my sight! (Leave)
4.	Custom Option

“Who won’t you fail?” You press the blade just a tiny bit more and receive a gasp of pain as she tries to move away. A drop of blood slides down the steel and onto the handle. Her tears dry up as quick as they came and her face turns to disgust even as the drops of blood pool at your grip. She smiles an arrogant grin and chuckles while lowering her face. “WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?!” You press the blade harder and she gasps while gritting her teeth. “Tsk. Fucking pally’s always believe they have a right to fuck up whoever they want.” Her language is surprisingly rustic. She turns to you with crazed eyes and does something you did not prepare for.

She grabs your blade. Not the handle or the grip, just the blade. Immediately you run it forward causing her hand to split wide open and spray blood like a fountain. She laughs while rubbing her face with her now draining wound. “It doesn’t matter anymore… I’m already worthless.” She dives to her sword and instinctually you drive yours between them. With unnatural precision your blade slides into the hole formed by your lightning spear and before you can retract the blade to she forces herself onto it.

With a sickening sound the blade passed through her and out the other side. Your first instinct was to pull it out but her slaps away your hand leaving your sword deep inside her abdomen. Her eyes don’t change as she slowly gets to her feet and grabs her own blade. She turns to you with uncaring countenance and pale skin. “He’ll be waiting at the convent. Don’t be late.” And just like that she trotted off. The blade still entwined in her armor.


She doesn’t make it far. Before she even doubles the distance between the  two of you she stumbles onto the ground and begins panting. The puddle of blood leading to her turns into a river and she collapses nearby. The sound of her punctured lungs trying to fill with air and the coughing of blood are the only sounds left as you approach the fallen figure. “It didn’t have to end like this.” You sit down beside her and stroke her hair. She looks at you pitifully. “It has to be this way.” The life in her eyes fade and soon the blood stops flowing. The carcass still twitches.

1.	Persist in being a hero.
2.	Give up and run away.
3.	Custom option.


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You stayed there for a while stroking her hair and keeping her company even though you knew she was gone. After that you stood up and carefully laid her in a comfortable position. It was more than anything for your comfort to know that she was sleeping comfortably. You trudge off back to the camp still covered in blood and carrying your sword.

Back at camp you were met with the worried face of Agatha demanding to know what happened to you as well as the smirk of a skelly-chan who seemed pleased at your suffering. You told the two of them before stripping and changing into something less bloodstained. The three of you set off back to the corpse while your imouto still slept. It gave you comfort that at least for a bit longer she wouldn’t know about this.

The corpse was still there where you left it. Her eyes still seemed to call out to you with that cold demeanor but you ignored it. At first you planned to lift her away but it failed instantly. She must have weighed over 700 kg with her armor on and even without it she would be heavy enough to take all of your strength. You settled for covering her in dried branches as well as a bottle of oil that you kept in case of baptisms.

It served well to carry the flames that would hopefully light her way to heaven. The fire soon was strong enough to light the entire night and the morning sun began to peak from beyond the horizon. All the while her words rang in your head. “He’ll be waiting at the convent. Don’t be late.” To think that a dying person would think of that as the most important thing to tell you.
Your walk back to the camp site was unmentionably quiet, nothing at all to talk about. Agatha wasn’t speaking because she feared angering you in such a sensitive moment. Skelly-chan didn’t speak because she had nothing she wanted to say. You reached the camp in time for your imouto to wake up and ask for breakfast. Silently you prepared it and she ate it up happy as can be.

You had to decide what to do now, was it really worth going through this trouble? You decided that…

1.	Yes. You were going to put an end to whatever the bishop was planning.
2.	No. This wasn’t your battle to fight, he can do whatever he pleases as long as he doesn’t kill the ones you love.

You set off toward the convent once more. Now accompanied by Agatha who stood beside you with sword in hand. You had left skelly-chan to care for your imouto who was enjoying cold bread and butter as well as the lovely company of a skeleton.

The road had turned to dirt and now the pavement was covered in it completely. The walls that had shone in white beauty were now stained with the dirt and seemed old and aged. It was as if the entire compound had lost it’s grace. You had expected anything ranging from a platoon of guards all the way to a regiment of mages. Now the entrance was completely abandoned and there was no sign of anyone even living in the convent.

The gates swung open with a slow creak and in the morning darkness the buildings took on a macabre light. The previously beautiful statues called down shadows that stretched like vines entangling those who wandered into them. The carvings and engravings seemed to take on a dark atmosphere now. Everywhere you looked where previously there was beauty now seemed terrifying. Agatha must’ve thought the same since she grabbed your arm and refused to let go as you walked to the cathedral that stretched in front of you.

The wooden doors budged after a few tentative pushes and they slid forward with no problem. Inside the pews aligned with one another casting diagonal shadows that stretched through the room. At the end of this entire set up was none other than the man you were looking for. “Come to play again?” He grinned a toothy smile and extended his hand.
You walked into the room further accompanied by Agatha, as if by some invisible force the wooden doors shut behind you leaving only the three of you inside a nearly completely black room. “If you must kill me, then will you at least listen to what I have to say?”

1.	Listen to what he has to say.
2.	Strike at once. No mercy.
3.	Custom option.

“Speak, and be quick about it.” You didn’t want to seem lenient but at the same time you found it hard to believe that the kind old man who invited you to dinner had suddenly become a villain within a few hours. He laughed heartily and pointed toward a statue depicting a monstergirl. “You know very well what a monster girl is, after all you’ve been accompanied by them since you left the safety of your abbey.” He smiled at Agatha who hid behind you and for a second he seemed to recognize her before continuing.

“Since you are a paladin I will suppose you have some basic understanding of how monster girls and human relationships work yes?” He didn’t wait for you to answer, instead giving his own explanation. “Monster girls as a general species require a variety of supplements to live. Some species such as a succubus can find all of these things from the semen in human men, because what they actually take is the spirit energy of a man. Other species such as the centaur can entirely depend off of atmospheric traces of energy and physical food that we humans consume”  He gave a deep breath before throwing himself once more into his theory

“I was not elected to be a bishop. I had to claw my way up here through betrayal and charisma, but when I was starting out I was an alchemist serving a local lord. He was not a religious person and allowed me all sorts of experiment that today would brand me a heretic and a defiler.” He looked upward as if lost in thought before continuing. “The most interesting of them and the one that set me on my path was the summoning and chaining of a succubus. I kept her in a personal dungeon and made notes everyday on her progress of starvation. At first she tried to seduce me, thought she could win me with words. Soon she threatened me, thinking that she could summon more to tie me down. Finally she begged me, by that time her eyes were sunken and her skin was a pale blue like ice. I watched her suck the spirit energy from rats as if it were a delicious treat.”
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When he turned to face you again his eyes were reddened as if he had spent hours crying. “Do not mistake me Paladin; I am human to the marrow of my bone. The last thing I wish for is the suffering of others.” He turned toward the grand mosaic etched into the ceiling where the scene of creation shone. “Why?” his fingers extended as if trying to cup the stars themselves. “Why is it that only human men create this energy?” he looked away into the chapel where painted glass gace way to the white marble walls of the compound.

“I studied the difference between human women and men as well as succubae for many years. They are identical in nearly every aspect. Besides the superficial phenotypical mutations such as wings or horns (which are in fact just keratin deposits) there was nothing that suggested that a succubus would require human men for semen any more than a human woman.” He turned to you with a mischievous grin as well as eyes that glinted “Do you get what I’m trying to say now?”

“The gods created us, some of us in their image. Others… less so.” He turned to a famous depiction of a dragon girl fighting a platoon of paladins etched into the marble walls. “The gods alone are responsible for our tendencies and our desires. For our abilities and our weaknesses.” Once again he turned to you only now there was no trace of mischief, only rage that seemed to consume his face. He looked more demon than man and more beast than demon. “Why?!  Why did they create creatures who require the suffering of others, who wish for the suffering of others, in order to live and reproduce?!” his voice turned into the very definition of thunder and the shadows seemed to collect at his base.
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“What you’ve heard is true. I have ordered the huntings myself. I have been at the forefront of the collection of monstergirls for various months, and my research has paid off in full.” He parted his robes to reveal a lining full of strange pumping organs, each of them beating like tiny hearts attached to himself by a vein that flowed under his skin and into his chest. “I have created this! The gods did not wish for humans and monstergirls to live in peace so they made sure that they would always war with each other for Demonic Energy. Now I have defied them!” He laughed madly yet at the same time you were entranced by his words.

“Each of these tiny organs can capture enough demonic energy through natural atmospheric exposure to rival the spirit energy that ten human men produce in one day.” He poked a single organ and it expelled a gas cloud of energy which faded quickly. “Now imagine what I can do right now, what I will be capable of doing when the full suit is completed?!” His smile turned wider yet retained its qualities of kindness beneath them.

“Was your plan for us to die of old age?” in truth you wanted to hear more of what he had been studying but it wasn’t couth to simply let your opponents do all the talking. Agatha’s arms dug deeper into your own as her grasp strengthened.
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He groaned at your comment. “Die? If I wanted you dead then I would have summoned an army of succubae to suck you clean of your energy hours ago. I’ve had plenty of chances to kill you and even now each second renews the opportunity. No, I don’t want you dead!” You scoffed at him with open hostility as the memory of the centaur knightess rose “Then do you consider your own men to be expendable? Why not send them to kill me like you already sent your assassin to die?!” Your speech turned into a scream halfway through but he seemed completely calm in receiving it.

“That was a test… of various things. I did not calculate that an error would end her life. Though in the end she knew very well what she was assigned to do. She was one of my favorites as well so don’t pretend the loss was yours!” his fingers curled in your direction as his voice rose. “Or is it that you didn’t notice how the road has been cleared and the plaza emptied for your arrival!” I have made sure that no one else would be harmed in the name of meaningless suffering. It is the place of the shepherd to protect the flock, not the other way around!”

“Imagine it Anon! Imagine a world where these can be produced by the millions!” He pointed toward the tiny organ again. “A world where no one shall be hungry ever again, no one shall be lonely ever again. All things shall be plentiful. We shall harness the very power of the gods now!” His raised themselves over his head dramatically and he stretched them toward the sky.
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“so what, you kill them freely in order to save them?!” You spit in his direction but he didn’t even flinch at your words. Instead his smile turned confident. “You are correct. I will kill them and reap them so that one day no one else will ever be able to again. I am using genocide as a business to end genocide as a business!”  He cackled in a tone that you thought was reserved for stages and theaters, yet now he replicated it completely honest.

“So, what do you think? I’ve given you the full tour of the future, will you join me or will you oppose me?” He smile once more and stretched his arm toward you, only now it was open for you to take instead of to accuse you.  “He refuses.” Agatha’s voice was like a glass shattering against the floor to wake you up from the monologue you had just heard. Her face was painted in anger as her hand gripped you tighter than ever as she turned to the bishop.

“To think that you of all people would commit such a foolish act, Anon would never fall to your fancy words so easily. He knows the difference between a selfless act and an ego trip like yours.” During this entire time the bishop’s only change was the way his eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at the screaming lich. “I… I…” He seemed to lack words as his attention was drawn to Agatha’s voice.

“Enough of this, Anon let’s end this!” She drew her sword and looked at you expectantly. The Bishop likewise stared at you with a curious smile, wondering what you would do now. You look within yourself and you know that you must…

1.	Side with the bishop the suffering of the few shall bring the happiness of the many.
2.	Side with Agatha This bishop was on a power trip too large to measure.
3.	Run away (Both will hate you and you’ll still have to fight)

“I’m sorry Agatha, I can’t.” You shake her grip on your shoulder and smile apologetically. She turns to you with a terrified look as she covers her mouth in shock. “A-Anon… You wouldn’t!” She reaches out for you almost desperately but you block her hand. “It has to be this way.” You repeat the last words the centaur told you, only now understanding what she meant.

“You should try fighting for what you believe in some time Anon, not for a king or a god or anyone else!” the bishops mouth curled into a wise smile that reminded you of his expression the first time you met. The silence entombed the entire cathedral safe the clicking of your metal boots against the marble as you approached him.

His arms were outstretched and welcoming as you walked closer to him. Behind you could hear the slight gasps of despair escaping Agatha’s throat as you approached the tall slime figure.

“I’ll rid this world of pointless wars Anon.” Your hand slipped into his and you shook heartily before he brought you in close for a pat of on the back. Even now you could feel the warmth of the organs beating delicately beneath his cloak like tiny hearts, a literal fog of demonic energy forming around him. “Maybe… I was wrong about you.” You said as he pat your back and welcomed you into his conspiracy. “You’re not egomaniacal…”
1.	You’re batshit INSANE! (MGR fighting style)
2.	Extend arm (Asura’s wrath fighting style
3.	Skip to epilogue (You actually accept)
4.	Custom option (I have no idea)

You separated from his embrace and he smiled warmly at you. “Come now, and join your sister.” He lowered his hand in an almost mechanical manner and an orb of light shimmered into existence in his hand. It glowed ephemerally and grew in size until it was as large as your legs. The orb popped and out fell your Kitsune imouto.

 Her confused face looked up at you with tears forming in her eyes. “Onii-chan!” She screamed before stumbling to her feet and running to your embrace. She buried her face into your mantel as always while sobbing lightly and you held her close to you.

“I am counting on you.” The bishop floated toward you with his feet lightly scraping the ground and his hands held out to you with a warm smile. You looked at his smiling face, only now you could see nothing except your own imouto crying and the only sound you heard were her sobs as she clung to you. The rage swelled in your chest and the sound of blood in your ears pumped rapidly. The bishop extended his hand once more and waited patiently for you to do the same.

You grit your teeth seeing the way he smiled so freely. Your skin felt burning hot with anger and your fingers twitched with the desire to tear him to shreds. It all concentrated into your fist. The emotional turmoil drained itself from your body and straight into your hand. You breathed out and looked up at him one last time with a slight grin before extending your hand.
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Your arm sped forward faster than sound itself. The fist formed itself naturally augmented with your rage and the power of your spirit energy condensed into one point in your body. You weren’t even sure of what happened until you heard the sound of his face crunching. Time slowed down and you could pinpoint exactly every second as he recoiled from the impact of your punch. His body seemed to vibrate as it flew away from you and into the air.

The only reaction he had time for was to widen his eyes as he was sent blasted through the room. His body like ragdoll shook until making impact with the stained glass chapel which now shattered into a million pieces.

The sound of the glass hitting the floor was a crescendo of notes crying out one after the other and his body stood poised like a cross against the bent metal frame where the glass previously decorated the walls. You stood up and told your imouto to go to Agatha, She nodded her head nervously before doing so and stumbling to the now shocked Wight. “I refuse!” You screamed at the crush body of the bishop. His hands quivered and his face looked at you with a certain anger.
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“I will destroy you and your so called world!” You drew your sword from its scabbard and swept it to the side in a long slash. The bishop rocked his head forward to the sound of the metal twisting and scowled “That is unlikely!” His voice bounced off the walls giving the illusion of resonating from every wall at once.

The metal frame collapsed all at once leaving the bishops floating body standing above you, now the sunlight streamed in from behind him giving him an almost sacred touch. Demonic energy swirled all around him and his robes turned a golden color. “Weak, very weak!” He screamed as 10 arms made of concentrated demonic energy came into existence as well as two long metal poles headed with blades which he held at arm’s length.

All at once he bolted forward with his poles held in your direction. Your knightly instinct kicked in and you set yourself to parry one and dodge the other, of course this only worked for a second as his 3rd set of arms then grabbed your sword by the hilt and ripped it away. “Give in boy!” He screamed as his arms pummeled you until you collapsed. The world seemed to spin around you with his face hovering over you “I expected more from you Anon” Both of his staffs raised over his head and charged with energy ready to fall down on you. You were tempted to let it as fatigue coursed through your veins, you closed your eyes and heard the voice her voice calling out to you, it said…

1.	“Aren’t you a Paladin!? Get up!” (Agatha powerup)
2.	“Onii-chan would never lose!!” (Imouto powerup)
3.	“You don’t get to die just yet!!” (Lich powerup)



“Onii-chan would never lose!” you grinned. She still believed in you. Even now with your lip torn and your eye too swollen to see through she still believed in you. You remember now, she was the reason for it. All of it. She was the first person to believe in you when you left the abbey all those weeks ago. She was the reason you had fought and killed those guards who threatened her life. She was the reason you vowed to make sure monster girls would be safe regardless of whom or what hunted them. And she was the reason you were kneeling now before this sad excuse for a god.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as the reality of the situation reached you. Deep inside your chest you felt strange warmth that you couldn’t pinpoint, something that you hadn’t felt before. The poles swung downward and the air crackled with the energy they carried. You weren’t sure how or when but they stopped. The next thing you heard was metal scattering on the floor as the poles shattered into bits. You weren’t tired anymore. You were invigorated by the thought of making sure she would be safe. Of making sure she had an Onii-chan she could be proud of.

You looked up to see his face showing something other than mischief or anger. It was fear, he was afraid of you. From your shoulders sprouted two golden arms that swirled with spirit energy as they held the broken remains of his spears. Underneath you two more of these arms grabbed the bishop’s Demonic hands. You stood up all the while still grappling with the frightened bishop.

“A world that needs to be manipulated by you deserves to come to an end!” Your right arm swung in an upward arch, with enough strength that the air waves it sent off cracked the marble beneath you as it met with the bishop’s chin. Your hand glowed a hot red from the waves of energy pulsating off of it. The bishop’s body soared in an arc away from you. His demonic arms faded  away and his aura of energy seemed to disappear
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With a speed and grace you didn’t remember having you jumped up to meet his still floating body. Your real arm turned a golden color with inscriptions that you couldn’t read as it cocked itself back and pulsed with pent up energy. In a single strike it pushed forward and crashed into the bishops chest. You saw his face turn to surprise as his mouth coughed blood and his eyes bloated from the pressure of your strike. Then it was over and his body streamed into the marble.

The marble cracked beneath himand he spasmed all the more violently. Now instead of some ethereal being he looked like a pathetic child crying for help as he struggled to regain his breath. You turned away. You were too tired to fight any more. You only wanted to see her smiling face of being proud of her Onii-chan.

You took one step, then another, then one more. Each reminded you that you were severely drained of energy, your arms felt like lead weights dragging you down and your eyes could shut themselves off if you willed it. The blurry vision in front of you looked like Agatha, you hoped it was Agatha.

“Arrogant destructor!” The shadow stretched to meet you as the familiar voice of the bishop rang through the cathedral. You turned to face him reluctantly wishing this was just a dream. You had no such luck as the floating figure stretched out his hands. “I shall erase your very existence!” He screamed in a tone that seemed to reverberate in your head all the while an orb of energy formed in his hands. It did not glow or emanate like demonic energy or spirit energy.
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 It sucked away the light as it expanded particles of dust and other debris floated upwards as if gravity had suddenly taken a vacation. The only thing that was clear was the expression of outrage on the bishop’s face as the orb grew larger. Stars seemed to shimmer inside the orb, an entire new universe locked within a sphere as it sucked in the form of the bishop. He smiled cruelly while the orb consumed him until there was only the orb itself floating. Then all was silent.

The silence only lasted for a mere second before the orb took a new turn. It shrunk, slowly but surely the orb condensed upon itself while exerting a tremendous gust of wind into the cathedral. You covered your eyes from the pressure and the light but it ended as soon as it began. Now it floated in the air no larger than a toy marble while shining brilliantly. You reached out to touch the object with the tip of your finger. It hummed while floating and you were just a few centimeters from making contact.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” The voice was unmistakable as the orb exploded once more. You were sent flying from the recoil straight into a wall of the church. The orb was no longer an orb, it was an object that seemed to fade and enter into reality in an unreal manner. “This is my power.” From the edge of the new object the bishop rose once more, although now he was neither human nor demon but something else. A creature that approximated the boundary of imagination.

With an inhuman elegance he floated down. His skin was a silver color and his joints slid like an oiled mechanism. His face was human from the eyes up and his pupils glowed red like an ember. From the eyes down his face was a skeleton. His mandible exposed clearly along with his teeth that hung open apathetically. His face showed an emotion that a human wouldn’t understand. His eyes hung barely spread with a red sparkle that spread into the room.
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His feet made contact with the now cracked marble and scintillated. Reality seemed to bend around him as the floors turned into a mirror. The strange translucent floor spread the moment he made contact and the previously broken cathedral was transformed into an abyss of light, at the center of which stood the creator.

You stood up from the ground without breath, you didn’t have time to breath before you launched yourself forward with a punch held back to strike the new god. Even as you soared through the air the bishop remained still with only his left arm raised. Even that only required his index finger to be held out toward you. The punch connected as if it had been a slight breeze. The creature did not budge even an inch yet he held you back with only his finger.

“Weak, very weak.” His voice came from everywhere at once though his lips did not move. A light shined from the tip of his hand and a terrible pain coursed through your body before a burst of pressure sent you flying back. Once again you collapsed against the wall with your arms spread out. The pain felt as if your muscles had been torn open and the golden inscriptions on your hand disappeared, you were powerless once more.

“You… shall not defy me.” His voice came from in front of you. Your eyes snapped open in time to see him with his fist ready to strike at you. You…

1.	Custom action

You had enough wits left to grab the fist racing toward your face. Your hand darted forward and gripped his wrist while your other hand placed itself in front of the previously mentioned fist. You felt even the ligaments in your hand tear to pieces as the fist slowed down. The sheer pressure exerted by his punch was enough to rival any other force you had ever felt. It was a constant explosion that threatened to destroy everything as it approached you and you realized that even with your full strength you could not hope to stop it.

With the last second you tried to redirect the hit toward the side. It partially succeeded as the silver rocket scraped your temple leaving a nasty gash that seemd more like the skidmarks of a wheel rather than the fist of any creature. “Clever. You delay your own death.” His other hand now raised itself and slide forward like  a striking viper. You slid downward avoiding the punch just as the wall behind you was shattered into pieces and simultaneously you raised your legs and placed them  on what you guessed was his groin.

“My destiny is my own to choose!” You focused once more the remaining spirit energy on your soles and pushed. It felt as though you were trying to move the continents with a rowboat. The resistance was a literal metal wall that refused to budge at your strength. You grit your teeth and forced once more the energy you could muster. What felt like minutes rolled by as you heard the sound of his feet sliding against the floor. With one last push you pressed down and the sliding of his feet against the translucent floor disappeared entirely, the friction evaporated. You opened your bloodshot eyes in time to see him pushed away and toward the opposite wall.
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“I will grant you five seconds to surrender.” His body floated down and he looked at you with the eyes of a father staring at a petulant child. “I am a merciful god. Come and kneel and you may yet live.” He widened his stance into a comfortable position and waited for you to come.

“I’ll show you kneeling!” You fell to the floor and placed yourself in a running position. Your hamstrings and calf’s bursting with power as they raced forward. With every step the floor beneath you seemed to crumble from the sheer friction, your sight raced before you and afterimages raced behind you. The only thing you knew was real was your fist as you held it in front of you. The sight of the bishop came into focus and time slowed to a halt. Even now he didn’t flinch at the sight of your clenched hand.

The impact might as well have been against an unmovable object. The bishop retained his slovenly closed eyes as the full force of you fist collided with his chest. Wisps of demonic energy and spirit energy lashed out like solar flares from the force that collided against each other. You grit your teeth and dug your feet into the ground. “It’s not over yet!” You couldn’t hear your words so much as sense them. Your fists continued connected to his chest as you pushed harder than last time.

His eyes widened slightly at your effort. For a second a moment of doubt raced in his thoughts before disappearing. You groaned in intense effort as the tendrils of energy raced back toward
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Your hand instead of dissipating. Your blood raced through your veins and the world turned dark as the entirety of your being focused itself on the edge of your fist once more. “I don’t care if you kill everyone… I don’t care if you’re a god!” Your voice sounded thick and cracked from effort as you pushed harder.

“I won’t forgive you… For making my imouto CRY!!” With that it was enough. His eyes widened in fear and his hand raced forward to stop you just a second too late. His feet heaved from the ground and his body hung still in time for just a second. His body seemed as if it were about to be sent flying away. Instead the release of the energy that collected itself between your fist and his chest exploded outwards in his direction.

An inferno of demonic energy and spirit energy raced all at once in his direction. The pure energy transformed into the most basic of all things from the hostile atmosphere that hung between the two of you. It turned into heat and pressure, all of which combined to form what amounted to a miniature nuclear bomb that completely annihilated what stood in its path, in this case the bishop.

The hellstorm sent you reeling as well, the recoil caused your feet to scrape backwards and the friction caused smoke to rise from the ground. His body cracked like glass while his fingers and feet evaporated into dust from the arrant thermal exposure. His face melted on itself leaving a visage of melted steel which dripped over his neck. The heat persisted for minutes even after the impact had ended and by the time you could think straight the only thing left of the bishop was his torso and head which struggled to breath from the detonation that had claimed their strength.
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Your steps sounded like temblors against the now fading mirror world. Each step bringing with it a new cracked surface as you wandered toward the burnt crisp of a god. “I-Impossible.” His voice had been reduced to a whisper of incredulity as you placed your hand on his neck and lifted him upward. “This ends now!” You cocked back your arm and simmered the remains of your energy. The msucles shook with exhaustion even as the bishop cried out.

“How… Can you be so powerful?!” It was his last word before your punch ripped in and out of his chest. The insides were not human as you suspected. Instead a burning hot liquid drained itself out of his body and onto the floor. The red glow of his eyes faded as his mouth hung open in complete despair. “This… Is not my… des-ti-ny…” His whisper turned into a sigh of weariness and jadedness before completely disappearing. All that was left was the metal corpse of the false god.

The mirrors fragmented once more, a thousand reflections looking up at you from all directions as the mortal remains disintegrated into ashes which carried themselves by the wind. “It’s over.” The mirrors shattered. The sunlight entered through the splintered windows of the cathedral, the breeze blew freely once more.

 In the portal to the outside Agatha waited with your imouto in hand. Her face turned to you with tears and a hopeful smile. To her side Skelly-chan clapped while still maintaining her apathetic look, and what’s more Marcella also stood with a simple smile that showed no other emotions.


Your sister ran forward out of Agatha’s embrace with a smile wide enough to replace the sun as tears gleamed like stars. “Onii-chan!!!” You fell to your knees as the last of your energy abandoned you entirely. There was nothing left in you, even your muscles had torn themselves from side to side. Your sight turned into complete darkness and you were asleep before you even hit the floor.