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COMMENTS:
Bandit King[questionablequesting]:
Dude seeing Adam with such a innocent joyful look on his face is off-key terrifying, I'm getting Aizen vibes from.
Avip:
I changed two things in Adam's story to make him a good guy.
1 - There's no SDS branded on his face.
2 - It will appear in future chapters if I continue this story.
zharshoul[questionablequesting]:
Was Audra's "bovine" related animal feature her overall thickness?
Avip:
Man, your comment made me laugh.
But to explain why you didn't notice her Faunus trait, and no, it's not her "overall thickness" or "Fresh Milk from the Tap," like Gur40 suggested (though I admit, I was tempted to go there).
Audra had a cow tail… which was "removed."
I had planned to explain why she no longer has a tail, but I noticed from the comments that many people weren't enjoying the Menagerie Arc, so it wasn't addressed in the story to shorten the Arc.
I do plan to elaborate on this in the future, but I won't go into details here to avoid spoilers.
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[Salem]
I find myself kneeling, surrounded by the wreckage of what was once my throne. The cold stone presses against my skin, a cruel reminder of my defeat. The silence is deafening, broken only by my heavy breathing, an act I haven't done in centuries, but I find myself doing to quell my fury that threatens to consume everything.
How could this have happened? I, the Immortal Queen of Grimm, defeated by a mere mortal. The humiliation is unbearable, but what truly gnaws at me is the realization that I was pathetic. Pathetic for throwing everything I had at that brat and still he surpassed me.
"He dared to cut and stab me, as though I were nothing but some mindless beast, fit only to be toyed with in the depths of his wretched experiments!"
My eyes turn to Tyrian's unconscious body. I taste a bitter relief in my mouth that he didn't see any of it.
"Had he glimpsed even a fragment of it, I would have been forced to annihilate him, to ensure this humiliation never dared stain the world.." I mutter, composing myself.
As soon as I stand up, anger begins to replace humiliation.
"That despicable brat… he will burn for every moment of pain, for every second of shame he dared force upon me!"
With a gesture, I invoke black smoke from my hand. From the smoke, tentacles emerge, leaping towards the unconscious body of my most loyal servant.
"Ozma wields a truly formidable piece, one that unnervingly tips the scales in his favor," I murmur, carrying Tyrian through the castle corridors. "Then it seems the time has come for me to forge one of my own."
My steps echo against the cold stone as I carry Tyrian through the dark corridors of my castle.
As I begin to descend the stone staircase that stretches before me, winding downwards like the tail of an ancient creature. Each step is a reminder of my long existence, of all the battles I have fought and won... until today.
As soon as I reach the entrance to the cave system beneath my castle, I hear a whisper so low it almost escapes me.
"Mistress..." Tyrian, still with his eyes closed, begins to regain consciousness. "F-Forgive me." He pleads desperately.
The insane devotion of this faunus had been amusing at first, but over time it became tedious as I tried to ignore it as if it were white noise.
Today I intend to use it.
"Tyrian Callows," I murmur, drawing the scorpion Faunus's gaze. "Tell me… have you caught wind of Cinder's little project? That pitiful bull Faunus whelp she fawns over, so desperate to shape into a weapon?"
Tyrian's face contorts into a grimace of contempt. He quickly tries to hide it, but the bitterness is evident in his eyes, which begin to open.
Even so, his devotion to me remains unwavering. He replies with a forced indifference, as if trying to disguise the true venom in his words.
"The young one is blinded by his emotions, my Goddess. He gets lost in futile feelings, instead of dedicating himself to what is truly important." His voice trembles slightly, but he quickly composes himself. "The devotion to the great Goddess Salem, queen of all Grimm."
His eyes gleam with a manic intensity, reflecting the dim light of the torches that illuminate the cave. Tyrian's devotion is an inextinguishable flame, an obsession that consumes him completely. He would do anything for me, and that is something I have always appreciated about him.
"And you, Tyrian?" I ask, my voice silk over steel. "Do you serve me out of true devotion… or are you simply drunk on the chaos I permit you to indulge?"
He raises his head, his eyes meeting mine with painful intensity.
"My life is yours, my lady. Every breath, every beat of my heart, everything belongs to you."
Satisfaction spreads through my being. Tyrian may be chaotic and unpredictable, but his loyalty is unquestionable. He is a valuable tool, and I intend to use him to the fullest.
"Good," I purr, a wicked smile curling on my lips. "Because we have far to go… and I need you at your very best, not wallowing in this pitiful, utterly deplorable state you've so recklessly let yourself fall into."
He nods sadly, apologizing once more:
"Forgive me for my weakness, Goddess. But I think Watts might be able to patch me up with his machines."
"No," I say coldly, my voice echoing like ice through the vast cavern as I come to a halt.
Around us, the cavern seems to close in, as if the very walls were listening to our conversation.
"My 'Hound' process relies exclusively on silver-eyed warriors," I explain, my gaze locked on the vast lake of black, tar-like sludge before us. "He is formidable, yes, but it is his cunning that renders him truly dangerous… and his loyalty that makes him the perfect pawn."
Tyrian blinks his eyes, focused on me, clinging to every word that comes out of my mouth.
"Since the very dawn of my existence upon this wretched planet," I begin, my voice silk laced with venom, "Never have I encountered a servant as unfalteringly loyal as you, Tyrian Callows."
"M-My Goddess, I-I am not worthy-." he tries to stammer in humility, but I silence him with a tentacle wrapping around his mouth.
"But today… you have failed me," I hiss, my tone hardening to ice as I lower him beside the churning black lake, its surface writhing with crimson eyes and jagged, gnashing teeth. "For the first time, Tyrian Callows… you were weak."
In defeat, he simply looks down, humiliated.
"But rather than punish you… I offer you salvation," I declare, my voice laced with both cruelty and a twisted sense of mercy, as I gesture toward the black, seething lake.
His eyes widen, a mixture of hope and fear shining in them. He knows that my words are not empty, that every promise of mine carries enormous weight. Tyrian trembles, tears streaming down his face. He tries to speak, but his voice comes out choked, almost inaudible.
"M-My Goddess, I-I am not worthy of such a gift. I... I failed you."
I silence him sharply.
"Silence!" I roar, my voice a storm of authority as ethereal golden light envelops him, suffusing his form with an aura of divine cruelty. "I will remold you… into something greater, something that shatters the feeble confines of your current, miserable form."
My gaze sharpens, a sinister smile creeping across my lips.
"You will be the first of a new brood, Tyrian… the deadliest, most formidable force ever to serve me, forever more.!"
The magical glow around Tyrian lifts him off the ground, while tears still stream down the faunus's face.
"Yes, my Goddess. I will do anything for you."
Satisfied, I complete the enchantment of protection and vigor, necessary steps to keep Tyrian alive while he receives the cursed blessing of the God of Darkness without being destroyed first.
Slowly, I lower Tyrian's body into the black lake. As his feet sink into the liquid, his body convulses in pain. But instead of screaming in pain and agony, the scorpion faunus begins to laugh maniacally while crying with happiness.
"YES! YES!" Shouts the man illuminated by insanity. "I feel the weakness burn, it abandons my body to better serve my Goddess."
With each passing second, his body slowly sinks, more pain runs through his body, and Tyrian laughs louder, until he is completely submerged and his voice is silenced.
I maintain the enchantment of protection and vigor, feeling through the spell Tyrian's body thrashing and contorting within the lake of darkness. The black liquid bubbles, swallowing him even deeper, while his form transforms into something grotesque and powerful.
His limbs lengthen, becoming more robust and deadly. Sharp claws emerge from his fingertips, gleaming with a deep darkness. His skin peels away, revealing a new layer, hard and scaly black flesh, resistant to any attack. His eyes, once full of devotion, now glow with an intense red, reflecting the thirst for blood and destruction.
The sound of bones cracking echoes through the cavern as Tyrian's body reconfigures, adapting to its new form. The severed scorpion tail regenerates and lengthens, gaining sharp spines and a lethal stinger, dripping pure venom. His jaw widens, revealing rows of sharp teeth, ready to tear any enemy.
The lake of darkness bubbles more intensely as the transformation nears its end. Tyrian's body, now an abomination of power and destruction, begins to stabilize. The insane laughter subsides, replaced by a guttural roar, a sound that echoes through the cavern, announcing the arrival of a new being, ready to serve its goddess.
In an explosive leap amidst the viscous liquid, Tyrian jumps out of the water.
BOOM!
"Goddess," purrs the Grimm-faunus hybrid on his knees before me.
[Image]
His appearance is that of an ebony demon wrapped in sharp bones, with claws capable of tearing steel and red eyes that burn with pure hatred. His presence is pure carnage, a living weapon made to destroy everything that breathes, without mercy, without pause. In other words:
"Perfection."
[Jaune Arc]
After the weird news about me having harem I didn't even know about, the headmaster asked his students to go back to their rooms.
I wanted to talk to the others before sleeping, tell them a little about the things I did in Menagerie. But a cold glance from Glynda, followed by a scold reminding me that I had already missed two days of classes in addition to what I had already lost from my suspension, was enough to make me fold and go to bed like a 'good boy'.
Now in the room, I've already showered and am just finishing brushing my teeth.
"Gurururur-Ptooey!" Just finished.
I leave the bathroom, in just my boxers, finishing drying my hair with a towel. Pyrrha is sitting on one of the beds in the room, her eyes fixed on me without blinking, she has look of curiosity and concern on her face.
"Discovering that magic is real was already a big revelation, but Gods..." The Champion begins to speak. "And what did you mean by 'curses from gods' in the recording? Why is that so difficult to deal with?"
I stop drying my hair, the towel hanging around my neck. I look at her, trying to find the right words.
"It's not something I can explain easily, Pyrrha," I began, looking in her direction. "But I'll give you a quick and dirty version."
I take a small notebook and make a simple drawing of two witches with lines next to them.
"The first draw is a witch casting a hiccup spell, the second she is casting a hiccup curse."
Pyrrha blinks, confused at first, looking at the identical drawings, but she snuggles up next to me to pay more attention to what I'm saying.
'Jesus, this girl smells good.' I think,trying to focus with my head above my shoulder, so the one from below doesn't rise.
"They both seem to have the same result," says the champion, smelling lavender and pressing her body against mine. "But I imagine there are differences for them to have such distinct denominations."
"Correct," I affirm, focusing on the drawing, trying to ignore the cleavage of the pajamas next to me. "The result might be the same, making you hiccup, but a curse is more likely to be permanent and will be harder to remove than the spell."
[Image]
Pyrrha nods her head, apparently following my line of reasoning.
I turn the page of the notebook and this time draw two identical figures with halos, representing Gods.
"Magic made by a god has the same chance of permanence and difficulty of being removed as a curse made by a mortal witch-." I begin to speak, but am cut off by Pyrrha.
"So a God's curse will definitely be permanent and even harder to remove?" Pyrrha questions, trying to anticipate the information.
"Exactly," I say, pulling her into a hug, celebrating her getting it right. "Some gods can curse an entire bloodline, everyone would be born with the hiccup curse."
[Image]
"That's so cruel," says Pyrrha, frowning in irritation. "Children shouldn't inherit the sins of their parents."
"I agree," I affirm, closing the notebook. "But just because they're gods doesn't mean they're not assholes."
My comment makes Pyrrha fall back on the bed, laughing melodiously.
I stand up from the bed to put the notebook in the closet, Pyrrha's laughter still echoing in my ears. When I turn around, I finally notice a big change in the room. The four single beds have been replaced by two king-size beds, taking up more space and changing the entire layout of the room.
"When did this happen?" I ask, pointing to the beds, genuinely surprised.
Pyrrha, still laughing, gets up and comes to my side, hugging my arm, looking at the new beds.
"The beds?" She shrugs. "I used them as a bargaining chip for Nora to behave while you were gone."
"And why did you also change our beds?" I question, raising an eyebrow. "And where are Ren and Nora?"
Another laugh escapes Pyrrha's lips once more, but this time it sounded mischievous and full of… thirst?
A chill runs down my spine at the situation; I instinctively try to take a step back, but an invisible force compels my body to stay still.
"What?" Looking at my body, I notice a faint black glow covering me. "Pyrrha?" I question worriedly.
In response, the redhead gets up, letting her hair down. Blood-red strands cover part of her face as the champion takes slow steps while beginning to unbutton her pajamas.
"Your friend… Church." Pyrrha whispers in a predatory tone drenched in lust. "He told me you went through a very dangerous process to become stronger and… big."
She punctuates the sentence by placing her left hand on my abdomen, only to then caress it towards my waist.
"Part of the process are the implants that allow your AI to help you in battle, aren't they?" Pyrrha questions, despite already knowing the answer. "And it seems to me that some of these implants scattered throughout your body are metallic, aren't they?"
I swallow hard, staring at the redhead who begins to remove the bottom part of her pajamas.
"Your little blue man isn't available, is he?"
"He said he needed to oversee some server maintenance in Menagerie," I replied, confused.
"And you believed him, Jaune?" Pyrrha asks in a tone of fake disappointment. "I adore that beautiful blond airhead of yours, but you need to pay more ATTENTION!" She yells, pressing me against the wall using her hand and her Semblance. "And we finally have the room all to ourselves-."
"I LIED!" I shouted, drawing Pyrrha's attention.
Wide green eyes stare at me, confused.
"I lied to you, Pyrrha…"
Shaking her head, the champion releases me from the grip of her semblance; with the mood broken, she questions me curiously:
"Explain yourself."
Taking a deep breath, I begin to explain what I lied about.
"The first day I met you, Pyrrha, I lied," I admit, looking directly into her eyes. "I knew who you were even before I arrived at Beacon. I knew about your achievements, your fame, everything."
Pyrrha frowns, crossing her arms and staring at me with all the menace a hot redhead female athlete in red lingerie could muster.
[Image]
"And did you why lie about that?"
"Because I wanted to get closer to you," I confess, my voice firm. "I knew that if I acted like a fan or someone who already knew you, you would distance yourself. So, I pretended not to know anything."
Pyrrha lets out a sigh, looking away for a moment before looking back at me.
"So everything we went through that day was just a plan to get close to me?"
I shake my head, denying it.
"Not everything, just at our meeting in the locker room, the rest of the day, I swear I was genuine with you."
She observes me staring deep into my eyes, trying to read my expression.
"Why did you lie to get close to me? Why are you telling me this now?"
I shrug, a sad smile on my lips.
"I wanted to come clean to you for a long time, and things are moving so fast," I say, pointing to the redhead in her underwear. "Now, as for why I lied…"
I understand the moment in an incidental silence; Pyrrha approaches, looking at me nervously at what I am about to reveal to her.
"...because I've always liked you," I replied loudly and clearly.
…
"What?" Pyrrha questions, confused. "That's it?"
I nod vigorously in confirmation, making the champion of Mistral continue in a frustrated tone.
"Wasn't it to have a strong partner?" she asks, still studying me. "To gain access to my fame and my influence?"
Beneath her serious, threatening facade, I catch a glimpse of a confused and hurt Pyrrha. Guilt pricking at me for wounding her, I swallow hard and reply.
"Being 100% honest, I thought: 'Look, a beautiful redhead who, despite being famous, is kind and humble'."
An uncomfortable silence settles between us; Pyrrha was lost in deep thought, processing what I had just told her.
She closes her eyes for a few seconds, taking a deep breath only to then open them and slap me.
SLAP!
"Ouch!" I complained, even though it didn't hurt that much.
"Jaune Romée Arc!" Pyrrha exclaims furiously.
'Oh yeah, I keep forgetting my middle name is Romée.'
"I don't like at all the fact that you lied to me on our first meeting, especially with the aim of manipulating what I think of you." She complained to me.
"Sorry."
"Silence," ordered the redhead, wearing only underwear. "I don't want to hear your excuses."
I obey, closing my mouth, and can't help but find this commanding side of Pyrrha, so unlike anything I've seen of her, so unusual.
"You basically lied just to get close to the girl you liked," Pyrrha summarizes. "That doesn't make you a bad person… just a lovesick, dumb teenager."
"Oooooooh!" I reply, realizing she was right.
"I swear, Jaune, this exaggerated sense of responsibility of yours is both your greatest virtue and your deepest flaw."
"He-he! Sorry-." I try to say.
"What did I say about excuses?" said the redhead with a furious look.
I fell silent instantly, swallowing hard, while she continued to speak:
"This is nothing, Jaune. What matters is that you didn't use me, that you were genuinely interested in me as a person, not a means to a end" Pyrrha affirms.
I am taken by relief, washing away all the weight I still felt in my consciousness.
"You had me worried for a second, but it's no big deal."" Pyrrha says, breathing a sigh of relief. "It's not like you hooked up with another woman behind my back."
…
Even with super-soldier serum and the hybrid Spartan-II and Freelancer operative procedure, I was unable to maintain a poker face when Pyrrha mentioned hooking up with another woman… something she noticed instantly.
"Explain yourself," commands the redhead in an icy yandere tone.
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E ai gurizada…
[#]Big news, short version:
Starting in November, I'll be posting a total of 5 chapters per month, each from a different story, instead of 8 chapters total, with 2 chapters for each of 4 stories.
[#]Big news, long version:
First, I want to thank my subscribers. You're helping my family, but also you're giving me hope that I can one day make a life from my writing.
The support I've received on Ko-fi has been a huge help for me and my family, but it hasn't been enough for me to dedicate myself fully to writing. I'll definitely keep writing and working on growing my audience, but I also took on a job to help cover some bills.
Right now, I already have enough material prepared to keep my usual release until October. After that, I'll likely need to slow down a little, though I won't be stopping. Writing is the only 'productive' thing I do that truly brings me joy and pride.
One idea I'm considering is shifting to 5 chapters per month instead of 8. I'll be posting a total of 5 chapters per month, each from a different story, instead of 8 chapters total, with 2 chapters for each of 4 stories.
And which story is taking that fifth slot? It's 'RWBY NOT!', since it has been drawing a lot of comments on several platforms.