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Greetings strangers of blue realm. This little post is in search of a specific storylines you'll come to see below that I'd love to work out with some willing partners that be interested perhaps in any one of them.
This is a constant work in progress. I will be fiddling around with the thread. I'll be editing, removing and adding things as I see fit to any of the below sections.
- I've been writing and role playing for about seven years. I write in the third person, and would prefer my partner do the same. I've tried first person, and I just find I cannot write as creatively that way. The fun things you can expect from me as a partner would be best way to describe my writing is quirky but it gets to the point, it's detailed where and when it needs to be. Posts vary in size in tandem with my partners. I do best to describe my writing style as accurately as possible and it may be possible I have missed something. Let's face it, expectations can change slightly, depending on your wants.
- My timezone is GMT+2
- Multiple characters. Extra characters make the story be it behind the curtain as support or having spice up the setting in more ways then one, and I'm comfortable having play multiple side characters when needed.
- I enjoy all sort of genres and stories but my taste does lean to ones with dark themes, struggle, thrill, drama and so on
- I do like a bit of OOC; I like making friends with my partners.
- Insomnia and work is a "b", but I try and reply at least once a day and always in no less then 3 to 10 paragraphs. Occasionally if I'm really tired or busy and say haven't dropped by within some days don't be afraid to poke me, I might have ended up forgetting to or have my potatoe brain thinking I already responded.
- Another important detail is that I WILL NOT accept real life face claims by any degree, not open to negotiate this as well. Personally it's I find it uncomfortable with using face of real person and hardly find them to fit for stories also.
- My fantasy stories are based in 'real life' settings, meaning "angels and demons do not exist, they're just stories" type of thing. I absolutely hate "Oh, you're a vampire? Cool beans, kiss me." type of reaction, let's make it realistic as possible with emotion and drama! Only exception if we do high fantasy settings.
What a barbaric and pitiful bunch, so self absorbed, arrogant, gluttonous, lustful all eager to have their thrill from the main stage. Wickedness and immorality ran feverishly , untamed. While vampires in secret and not so openly indulged in similarities, such things would not be seen in the court in her realm. If they valued anything was class, sophistication, something that would seperate them from beast like them.
Bit ironic seeing how behind the backs they were no better either and treated those of lower ranking with same attitude.
Luna had an amused glint in her eye, but she were understanding all the same what the ravenous crowd was excepting, Luna's attention was directed downward, not giving the satisfaction of sparing a glance to the king. The approaching steps already giving her enough information about on his approach, deeming that the so called 'fun' for the demons was to start.
There was no even slightest flince from her side, no revolt in to dislodge herself away from his prying hands, no attempts to strike in retaliation. The clear impassive gaze showing no debut, indifferent -even if deep inside dread had already began to uproot itself the moment she arrived-. She knew that it would only serve to fill on their conceitedness and ego, wishing to see struggle of an vampire that was pushed against the wall. Silently, she expected countless possibilities what would happen. But nothing did, her head internally was tilting at the rage of the king that was being disclaimed.
Bit ironic seeing how behind the backs they were no better either and treated those of lower ranking with same attitude.
Luna had an amused glint in her eye, but she were understanding all the same what the ravenous crowd was excepting, Luna's attention was directed downward, not giving the satisfaction of sparing a glance to the king. The approaching steps already giving her enough information about on his approach, deeming that the so called 'fun' for the demons was to start.
There was no even slightest flince from her side, no revolt in to dislodge herself away from his prying hands, no attempts to strike in retaliation. The clear impassive gaze showing no debut, indifferent -even if deep inside dread had already began to uproot itself the moment she arrived-. She knew that it would only serve to fill on their conceitedness and ego, wishing to see struggle of an vampire that was pushed against the wall. Silently, she expected countless possibilities what would happen. But nothing did, her head internally was tilting at the rage of the king that was being disclaimed.
"Sure thing, sister... You keep on believing that" she replied when she spoke of the Gods and how they 'likely' have answered her prayers. "I do hope you were paid everything in advance..." she offered afterwards, at the mention of silver and gold. Her eyes lowered back down to the manacles that kept her wrists restrained. Yes, it was true she couldn't wave her hands, which made spells that required somatic components next to impossible to cast... On the other she could move her fingers and she still had her voice... Of course for a wizard to have his or her hands restrained this way was a very bad thing... Good thing Elizabeth wasn't a wizard... She wondered in that moment if this wretched woman knew the different between a wizard and sorcerer...?
She looked up as the woman seemed to be trying to pick up the pace, which Beth did not do, in fact, if possible she tried to make her horse slow down a bit... After perhaps thirty seconds of silence after the 'Don't Care' comment before Elizabeth spoke again... "Well, you should care..." she replied with a smile as she looked about then behind her, noticing the keep had already fallen form view... It wasn't that they had made it very far, it was a large fortress afterall, but the path they had to navigate was winding, moving through gullies and ridges and valleys...
After some time had passed... "So where are you from?" she asked curiously, having to raise her voice a bit... "I'm guessing the fiery pits of hell... Or rather that was my first guess, but now I'm not so sure... You're way too cold for that place... There are layers of the Abyss that are rather frigid... You'd probably fit right in there... You and all your friends..." she said with a sweet smile... "You do have friends, don't you?" She asked curiously...
"Ooh, I'm going to need to stretch my legs soon, I hate when they cramp up from riding... You'd hate me if I got cranky, that really wouldn't be good" she suggested... She girl seemed to have put up a wall around her that was impressive..
She looked up as the woman seemed to be trying to pick up the pace, which Beth did not do, in fact, if possible she tried to make her horse slow down a bit... After perhaps thirty seconds of silence after the 'Don't Care' comment before Elizabeth spoke again... "Well, you should care..." she replied with a smile as she looked about then behind her, noticing the keep had already fallen form view... It wasn't that they had made it very far, it was a large fortress afterall, but the path they had to navigate was winding, moving through gullies and ridges and valleys...
After some time had passed... "So where are you from?" she asked curiously, having to raise her voice a bit... "I'm guessing the fiery pits of hell... Or rather that was my first guess, but now I'm not so sure... You're way too cold for that place... There are layers of the Abyss that are rather frigid... You'd probably fit right in there... You and all your friends..." she said with a sweet smile... "You do have friends, don't you?" She asked curiously...
"Ooh, I'm going to need to stretch my legs soon, I hate when they cramp up from riding... You'd hate me if I got cranky, that really wouldn't be good" she suggested... She girl seemed to have put up a wall around her that was impressive..
In one of the peaceful towns named Alarchia, on one of the early afternoons two young girls sat at the back garden of an annex , belonging to be brothel house that they gotten by day by day ever since their arrival at it. They had both came by such life due to hardship of life and for better chance of life. Although one for her family and one taken in from slave traders by the other. Coming to grow fond of one another and even some other courtesans they shared the place with.
Tying the ends of Marianne's brunnete hair with a blue ribbon , Aelita's hand came down upon her shoulder and said. "Your hair is all done." Marianne turned excited, raising her hand as she touched her braided hair. "It's all pretty! Now we have a matching style! Well save for the color of your ribbon." She said excitedly, looking over to Aelita's own braided hair cascading like water fall just slightly down her own shoulder like shimmering cascade of silk.
Aelita smiled shaking her head as the young girl who has became like an third younger sister of hers during the time here hasn't even taken a look at the mirror or even the glass in the window to make sure it was well done, instead taking her for the word and looking all like a happy puppy.
"Turn around so I can place the flowers." Picking the tiny purple flower from the banquet she had picked up to set in her room, she plucked from the garden, Aelita pushed one of them on the side of Marianne's hair. The younger girl picked the rest of the flowers and placed them into her elder sister's hair.
"I already have the flowers, Mary." ; "Not enough!" The young girl used her small hands to place the flowers with utmost concentration so they wouldn't come off during the slightest move or caress of the wind.
"Aelita! Marianne! Go see the Madam, she is expecting you both in her office." Came the voice of one of their own , from outside on their right, an older mistress that has worked at changing the rooms of their main building. The brunnete jumped on her feet quickly while Aelita took no rush in her action from taking off along with her to see the manager of the house. She wondered what the old hag wanted this time, who's pockets will she be emptying now.
Oho. Must been some quite opulent customer based off from how the room was already full. The three Dames of heavenly constellation. Marriage and Arya were both in the room. With Madame "Ah you're here Aelita, come on quickly let's not leave the man waiting." the old hag motioned towards her to come set up next between her two sisters, Arya looked as intrigued as ever whenever an new wealthy customer stopped by or one more handsome and well defined. After all, she has been someone of the three who actually enjoyed the work she had. Unlike many courtesans, Arya is a woman who sells her body not just for money, but also for pleasure. As Aelita put it, Arya is a sex demon who will go after not just customers and manservants, but also other courtesans and apprentices when she feels too pent up. And of course she and poor Marianne were some of her favorite victims to sate her hunger with. With her beauty, pristine and the dark side of it that was hidden with the hunger that arouse at night it was no wonder she got title as the moon of the three.
Marriane unlike her however was someone more innocent, pure as the driven snow. Quiet and blooming just like the very earth they walk upon. She wanted nothing more then to keep her safe from any who would do her harm.
And alas there was she. She didn't know how or why she came to be where she was in the position, but from what the other two and even others told her, she overheard, she apparently was the sun, the star of the three. Lighting up the world with the radiance, warmth that was like that of motherly embrace, sweeping of the feet and with a pull that attracted any to her side. Preposterous.
With an corrective soft touch of her hand upon Marianne's back, the girl twitched realizing she was to straighten up her posture, thankful for Aelita to always correct or remind her of whenever anxiety began washing over her. "Here they are. One of my most best and desired. Shall we now let you have your pick?" The old Madame stated, her smile crooked as she feigned best offer and enhance truly their experience.
Tying the ends of Marianne's brunnete hair with a blue ribbon , Aelita's hand came down upon her shoulder and said. "Your hair is all done." Marianne turned excited, raising her hand as she touched her braided hair. "It's all pretty! Now we have a matching style! Well save for the color of your ribbon." She said excitedly, looking over to Aelita's own braided hair cascading like water fall just slightly down her own shoulder like shimmering cascade of silk.
Aelita smiled shaking her head as the young girl who has became like an third younger sister of hers during the time here hasn't even taken a look at the mirror or even the glass in the window to make sure it was well done, instead taking her for the word and looking all like a happy puppy.
"Turn around so I can place the flowers." Picking the tiny purple flower from the banquet she had picked up to set in her room, she plucked from the garden, Aelita pushed one of them on the side of Marianne's hair. The younger girl picked the rest of the flowers and placed them into her elder sister's hair.
"I already have the flowers, Mary." ; "Not enough!" The young girl used her small hands to place the flowers with utmost concentration so they wouldn't come off during the slightest move or caress of the wind.
"Aelita! Marianne! Go see the Madam, she is expecting you both in her office." Came the voice of one of their own , from outside on their right, an older mistress that has worked at changing the rooms of their main building. The brunnete jumped on her feet quickly while Aelita took no rush in her action from taking off along with her to see the manager of the house. She wondered what the old hag wanted this time, who's pockets will she be emptying now.
Oho. Must been some quite opulent customer based off from how the room was already full. The three Dames of heavenly constellation. Marriage and Arya were both in the room. With Madame "Ah you're here Aelita, come on quickly let's not leave the man waiting." the old hag motioned towards her to come set up next between her two sisters, Arya looked as intrigued as ever whenever an new wealthy customer stopped by or one more handsome and well defined. After all, she has been someone of the three who actually enjoyed the work she had. Unlike many courtesans, Arya is a woman who sells her body not just for money, but also for pleasure. As Aelita put it, Arya is a sex demon who will go after not just customers and manservants, but also other courtesans and apprentices when she feels too pent up. And of course she and poor Marianne were some of her favorite victims to sate her hunger with. With her beauty, pristine and the dark side of it that was hidden with the hunger that arouse at night it was no wonder she got title as the moon of the three.
Marriane unlike her however was someone more innocent, pure as the driven snow. Quiet and blooming just like the very earth they walk upon. She wanted nothing more then to keep her safe from any who would do her harm.
And alas there was she. She didn't know how or why she came to be where she was in the position, but from what the other two and even others told her, she overheard, she apparently was the sun, the star of the three. Lighting up the world with the radiance, warmth that was like that of motherly embrace, sweeping of the feet and with a pull that attracted any to her side. Preposterous.
With an corrective soft touch of her hand upon Marianne's back, the girl twitched realizing she was to straighten up her posture, thankful for Aelita to always correct or remind her of whenever anxiety began washing over her. "Here they are. One of my most best and desired. Shall we now let you have your pick?" The old Madame stated, her smile crooked as she feigned best offer and enhance truly their experience.
Eliciting a stammered whine from the hidden depths of her voice, Luna found his lips gentle, demanding but desperate, his touch burning through her drenched skin. Luna felt her body betraying her once more, reacting to the sudden intimacy in a way she had never felt before.
The room was filled with the sound of her muffled breaths and the rustling of the bed sheets as Luna's hands twisted and turned , tearing through it undesirably but unable to help it. The air grew thick with tension, the heat between them palpable. The cooling tingle his saliva left upon her bosom inflamed whence she found the heat of his mouth being pulled away.
She’s pouring heat off of her skin. She’s flushed and supple and oh, how easily he could ravish her endlessly. Her eyes are half-closed in the soreness of her intolerable pleasure, her lips parted to breath but all that comes are raring elongated moans. "Wa-wait." Filled with urgency, there is arousal and fear, and another strange something she doesn’t know in her tone. Her body listens, surrenders to his hold, and the breath is stolen from her lungs when she opens her teary eyes and stares into his unwavering form.
She whines, her legs tightening, tensing in attempt to wiggle away from this uprooted hold, knowing well what it meant. But the puncturing hold he had of her only mingling pleasure with pain, causing up trinkle of blue blood staining her skin and his claws that dwelled deeper into her luscious bottom. Her walls clenched tighter around him as her hips lifted into a grind, her eyelids slamming shut once more as she tilted her head, giving out better access to her skin.
The realization that she won’t be able to stop any of this lands deep inside her. Her back arched and she groused through her moans, legs twitching and her crevices spasming. "Fuck- Cayn- no, no- fuck!" She moaned pathetically. The bed rattled from her movement.
The room was filled with the sound of her muffled breaths and the rustling of the bed sheets as Luna's hands twisted and turned , tearing through it undesirably but unable to help it. The air grew thick with tension, the heat between them palpable. The cooling tingle his saliva left upon her bosom inflamed whence she found the heat of his mouth being pulled away.
She’s pouring heat off of her skin. She’s flushed and supple and oh, how easily he could ravish her endlessly. Her eyes are half-closed in the soreness of her intolerable pleasure, her lips parted to breath but all that comes are raring elongated moans. "Wa-wait." Filled with urgency, there is arousal and fear, and another strange something she doesn’t know in her tone. Her body listens, surrenders to his hold, and the breath is stolen from her lungs when she opens her teary eyes and stares into his unwavering form.
She whines, her legs tightening, tensing in attempt to wiggle away from this uprooted hold, knowing well what it meant. But the puncturing hold he had of her only mingling pleasure with pain, causing up trinkle of blue blood staining her skin and his claws that dwelled deeper into her luscious bottom. Her walls clenched tighter around him as her hips lifted into a grind, her eyelids slamming shut once more as she tilted her head, giving out better access to her skin.
The realization that she won’t be able to stop any of this lands deep inside her. Her back arched and she groused through her moans, legs twitching and her crevices spasming. "Fuck- Cayn- no, no- fuck!" She moaned pathetically. The bed rattled from her movement.
Luna's body stiffened up, the explosion of warmth inside her triggering her own shameful orgasm. She finds her legs spread without a single thought or command from her, every nerve inside her hotly alive and telling her what to do whether she wants it or not. She looks down in a haze, not quite computing her own actions, until she does with a start and a jump in place. It’s too late for her though, an entirely new sensation was wafting over her; the feel of his cum beginning to stuff every crevice that his cock wasn't currently taking up. Her nails dig into the sheet below her as she squirmed.
"...Did you have to do it inside?" Luna hissed whence her flailing chest dwindled to regular paced breath, leaving only stiffing soreness and trembles of her body that wouldn't most likely stop for some time, as she attempted to lift herself away from him, exhaling an groan when she saw his cum slowly breach and drip out of her. Propelling her hands underneath. Finding however no strength in them either to pull away.
"...Did you have to do it inside?" Luna hissed whence her flailing chest dwindled to regular paced breath, leaving only stiffing soreness and trembles of her body that wouldn't most likely stop for some time, as she attempted to lift herself away from him, exhaling an groan when she saw his cum slowly breach and drip out of her. Propelling her hands underneath. Finding however no strength in them either to pull away.
PLOTS:
The silver city, city of angels, city of Eden. Or in other words known as Ashenfell , an magnificent and large Metropolis that by many is considered to be capital of the world. And rightfully so for a good reason. While it counts not more then half a century in age since it's making the city has flourished to life and popularity far quicker then any other metropolitan Megacities in the previous years. It has drawned to itself many people from all sort of communities, numerous families as well companies and important famous corporations.
However while the city may strike indeed as of perfect commune and fast developing epicenter of the world the truth that lies underneath is far less pristine , for the reason it has even reached such peaks and grew so famously was thanks to the various criminal organizations , syndicates and mafias that run the city. Each one vying for power , looking to claim dominion over the capital and sweep away their foes like dust with a mop. For the one that rules the city rules the world. Doing that alone however is quite impossible and trusting blindly an ally when said one could easily back stab you without holding some card over them is also foolish as is suicidal.
YC is an head of one of the mobster families , whether recently appointed head of the family or growing within in it and taking a position after death of their father. YC was taught by his Grandfather that to beat an enemy is important to know them better then even your family and keep them even closer. To seize whatever chance offers to present itself. And it did with MC, the FMC of our tale here is Bred to be a Boss, a world-class marksman, master of disguise, feme-fatale with no mercy and no fear. She has achieved more than any man could even dream of, killing anyone who steps in her way. Yet like every human as YC has learned she too has a weakness and secret that they would rather keep behind the walls. What that secret may be you ask? Why , outside her most trusted circle, no body else could guess that the cruel and cold beguiler was in fact also a mother that deeply cared for sake of her mute daughter who's birth and whole existence she had kept hidden and safe. At least she so thought until when called for a meeting and proposition by YC she finds her secret exposed. What sort of obedience shall he demand and what deals shall be struck between two that she won't be having chance to refuse?
However while the city may strike indeed as of perfect commune and fast developing epicenter of the world the truth that lies underneath is far less pristine , for the reason it has even reached such peaks and grew so famously was thanks to the various criminal organizations , syndicates and mafias that run the city. Each one vying for power , looking to claim dominion over the capital and sweep away their foes like dust with a mop. For the one that rules the city rules the world. Doing that alone however is quite impossible and trusting blindly an ally when said one could easily back stab you without holding some card over them is also foolish as is suicidal.
YC is an head of one of the mobster families , whether recently appointed head of the family or growing within in it and taking a position after death of their father. YC was taught by his Grandfather that to beat an enemy is important to know them better then even your family and keep them even closer. To seize whatever chance offers to present itself. And it did with MC, the FMC of our tale here is Bred to be a Boss, a world-class marksman, master of disguise, feme-fatale with no mercy and no fear. She has achieved more than any man could even dream of, killing anyone who steps in her way. Yet like every human as YC has learned she too has a weakness and secret that they would rather keep behind the walls. What that secret may be you ask? Why , outside her most trusted circle, no body else could guess that the cruel and cold beguiler was in fact also a mother that deeply cared for sake of her mute daughter who's birth and whole existence she had kept hidden and safe. At least she so thought until when called for a meeting and proposition by YC she finds her secret exposed. What sort of obedience shall he demand and what deals shall be struck between two that she won't be having chance to refuse?
The warrior angels of Heaven are stuck in the captivity of Lucifer (an example, of character); the deadliest Fallen angel in existence. In order to free the warriors, FMC , an angel from the high council of the principles, is sent from the heavens to negotiate a deal with the Dark One.
The encounter with the great king of hell however triggers a flood of memories of her past human life, a young village girl whom the fallen angel had saved from a demonic attack prior to his fall from Heaven.
As she struggles to understand her connection to him, she is tricked into negotiating the release of her companions successfully although tricked in exchange for her time in hell with it's dark Lord. In which she is captured and taken to his realm. Forced to rely on her intelligence and strength of will, to prevent attention from other unwanted Hellish residents. She discovers slowly ever more her lost memory of previous life and just what sort of connection she and king of hell have.
After all, they do say that nothing good comes out of a deal with the Devil.
And an certain angel is just coming to know how right they really were.
The encounter with the great king of hell however triggers a flood of memories of her past human life, a young village girl whom the fallen angel had saved from a demonic attack prior to his fall from Heaven.
As she struggles to understand her connection to him, she is tricked into negotiating the release of her companions successfully although tricked in exchange for her time in hell with it's dark Lord. In which she is captured and taken to his realm. Forced to rely on her intelligence and strength of will, to prevent attention from other unwanted Hellish residents. She discovers slowly ever more her lost memory of previous life and just what sort of connection she and king of hell have.
After all, they do say that nothing good comes out of a deal with the Devil.
And an certain angel is just coming to know how right they really were.
An young man is troubled by nightmares and misfortune, ever since he was a child. Or rather ever since his birth it has been nothing but struggle and fighting through to survive. With his mother abandoning him as soon as she gave birth to him and forced to live with abusive/neglectful adoptive parents until he matured enough , it seemed that as if he was cursed, that life simply had it against him for no reason.
During one of the nights back from the bar after he finds himself being followed by two presences, when coming to confront his stalker, he finds that it is not quite human but something more akin to a monster from old folk tales and myths that wishes to cleary have him dead. Outmatched with such thing, and too intoxicated to even try running death seems to hang only by a thread whence an unknown savior drops to his rescue, the shining bright light burning and chasing the thing away. He finds however that his saviour as she reveals herself to be not quite human but in fact an angel that has been tasked with watching him, while most of her fellow comrades wish to exterminate the man, she offers up to take him as her responsibility, to teach him not just how to use his powers for right cause, and to control them but to see what is to life more then what he was forced to grow in.
During one of the nights back from the bar after he finds himself being followed by two presences, when coming to confront his stalker, he finds that it is not quite human but something more akin to a monster from old folk tales and myths that wishes to cleary have him dead. Outmatched with such thing, and too intoxicated to even try running death seems to hang only by a thread whence an unknown savior drops to his rescue, the shining bright light burning and chasing the thing away. He finds however that his saviour as she reveals herself to be not quite human but in fact an angel that has been tasked with watching him, while most of her fellow comrades wish to exterminate the man, she offers up to take him as her responsibility, to teach him not just how to use his powers for right cause, and to control them but to see what is to life more then what he was forced to grow in.
A warlock/dark Lord (or some different role) finds himself in a power struggle over the lands, the empire he wishes so to build for himself being halted by an force he didn't predict to face so soon. An force of the greatdemon king is turning their eyes on the lands and neighbors around them. Crumbling down any walls with unstoppable force.
In an attempt to regain some leverage and hold over this demon foes, the warlock receives intel of an precious cargo being transported to the capital of the demon king from an land nearby his borders. Thinking it of as an artifact of power , an relic or some important secrets he could use, he prepares an ambush, slaying down the numerous guards that traveled as escort. However when the doors of carriage comes open he finds not gold or relics of great power stumbling in proportions but instead an demoness like no other.
Finding her to be the chosen bride of the demon king who has just set from her own homeland to confirm a union between two of the most powerful unholy kingdoms and unite them.
While not what he expected, this proved to be even better as it allows the warlock an upper hand upon the demons who wouldn't openly risk her death. For demons who wouldn't dare endanger the life of the queen, he keeps her captive as way to prevent annihilation and get anything he could want until his power strengthens enough to face and defeat the so called king and his champions. But who is really who's prisoner?
In an attempt to regain some leverage and hold over this demon foes, the warlock receives intel of an precious cargo being transported to the capital of the demon king from an land nearby his borders. Thinking it of as an artifact of power , an relic or some important secrets he could use, he prepares an ambush, slaying down the numerous guards that traveled as escort. However when the doors of carriage comes open he finds not gold or relics of great power stumbling in proportions but instead an demoness like no other.
Finding her to be the chosen bride of the demon king who has just set from her own homeland to confirm a union between two of the most powerful unholy kingdoms and unite them.
While not what he expected, this proved to be even better as it allows the warlock an upper hand upon the demons who wouldn't openly risk her death. For demons who wouldn't dare endanger the life of the queen, he keeps her captive as way to prevent annihilation and get anything he could want until his power strengthens enough to face and defeat the so called king and his champions. But who is really who's prisoner?
The demon lord has risen and has begun to take over the world. Slowly taking over the various kingdoms of various races in time they grow desperate. In their desperation, they call together mages of various races to perform a ritual to summon for them a champion to save the world and defeat the demon lord. The mages gathered to perform the ritual and at first in the light, a figure can be seen and it seems to be a success but when the light dims...it is made clear what has been summoned is no hero but a Dark Lord.
An young maiden (human, elf, vampire or else) has volunteered as sacrificial bride of their dark ruler, to save her sister from such fate. Whether their tyrant is a lord that conquered their land long ago, a demon , warlock or dark god who enjoys in delight of chaos and fear. Each decade their clan must offer up a maiden sacrifice to sate the hunger of YC and keep their land under protection.
Of course, she has no desire to die nor offer herself up like a lamb ready to go down as easily. Against her will but done in order to protect her sister, she is escorted from her home before the tyrant that eagerly awaits for new toy and plaything until he would eventually tire of it like those many before, or before he end up breaking her just like others. But what happens when he finds that his newest sacrifice bears the same uncanny resemblance as of his long lost love?
Note: Just because the FMC would resemble his lost love doesn't mean I want him to be like all lovely and that with her. Rather I would prefer he is more both shocked and angered to find someone wearing his love's face down to the bones. So I'm looking him to struggle between lashing out at FMC yet finding himself also more and more obsessed with her. In sort yes you could say a toxic and unhealthy love ❤.
Of course, she has no desire to die nor offer herself up like a lamb ready to go down as easily. Against her will but done in order to protect her sister, she is escorted from her home before the tyrant that eagerly awaits for new toy and plaything until he would eventually tire of it like those many before, or before he end up breaking her just like others. But what happens when he finds that his newest sacrifice bears the same uncanny resemblance as of his long lost love?
Note: Just because the FMC would resemble his lost love doesn't mean I want him to be like all lovely and that with her. Rather I would prefer he is more both shocked and angered to find someone wearing his love's face down to the bones. So I'm looking him to struggle between lashing out at FMC yet finding himself also more and more obsessed with her. In sort yes you could say a toxic and unhealthy love ❤.
FMC has been sold to a brothel many years ago. Her poor parents could barely afford t feed her or her siblings, and it was either she go or one of her siblings. Being the oldest, reluctantly volunteered, hoping the establishment would simply use her as a servant girl, not as one of their courtesans. Unfortunately for her, the head mistress saw promise, and virgins tended to make good money. She had one of the other courtesans take her under her wing for a short while before she would end building up an reputation as one of the most high held and valuable courtesans in the coming years. Taking class in more then just offering the service of flesh. By entertaining the guest through dancing, music, conversation and other arts.
YC can be a variety of different roles. But main focus or ideas are either an old childhood friend that grows up to become himself someone of high status when the two cross each other again or an enemy perhaps of the land and kingdom the Courtesan works in, being saved by her and hidden before his escape, coming to met each other again later be it when they conquer the land or reach a peaceful compromise.
YC can be a variety of different roles. But main focus or ideas are either an old childhood friend that grows up to become himself someone of high status when the two cross each other again or an enemy perhaps of the land and kingdom the Courtesan works in, being saved by her and hidden before his escape, coming to met each other again later be it when they conquer the land or reach a peaceful compromise.
In universe where many horrors lurk, blissful are those who chose not to comprehend. Welcome to modern world setting or perhaps somewhere around there. Where an young man , YC is haunted by visage of horrors beyond comprehension and nightmares that feel just too real to be said a dream. No amount of meditation , medicine or even blessings of priests helps whatever has befallen YC.
When he comes however across a stranger that promises him salvation and knowledge of what is pestering him as well solution to rid of it, he accepts unwisely, only to find that he is taken far by what appears as an cult, who offers him up as a sacrifice to some being, demon or dark deity that would end up bringing world back to void and her realm. When the knife above his chest is lowered however he doesn't find pain, no cold embrace or darkness around him but instead in its stead the said dark place where the cult was taking place is looking more like his home. As if all was a bad dream…With only one little difference. An all too real goddess from beyond that stepped into the threshold of his world.
What's more rather , the two are tattered to one another. For he carries part of her soul and she carries his. Meaning in her words he can't be rid of her nor stay away from her for long period of time without experiencing excruciating agony and being vulnerable to other horrors that entered the world too during the sacrifice to devour his soul. But she also cannot lay claim to world and plunge it isoul her dominion without him accepting her and confirming the Union between two. One problem being if that does happen, not only is world doomed but his soul will be ripped out his body and devoured nonetheless as she seems him nothing but a pawn necessary to win the cheeseboard with an not so noble sacrifice.
So on a glance whichever path YC might take ends up in death either way and his soul being tormented for eternity. Unless if he can find a way to win his way into the goddesses' heart rather then her dragged into oblivion?
When he comes however across a stranger that promises him salvation and knowledge of what is pestering him as well solution to rid of it, he accepts unwisely, only to find that he is taken far by what appears as an cult, who offers him up as a sacrifice to some being, demon or dark deity that would end up bringing world back to void and her realm. When the knife above his chest is lowered however he doesn't find pain, no cold embrace or darkness around him but instead in its stead the said dark place where the cult was taking place is looking more like his home. As if all was a bad dream…With only one little difference. An all too real goddess from beyond that stepped into the threshold of his world.
What's more rather , the two are tattered to one another. For he carries part of her soul and she carries his. Meaning in her words he can't be rid of her nor stay away from her for long period of time without experiencing excruciating agony and being vulnerable to other horrors that entered the world too during the sacrifice to devour his soul. But she also cannot lay claim to world and plunge it isoul her dominion without him accepting her and confirming the Union between two. One problem being if that does happen, not only is world doomed but his soul will be ripped out his body and devoured nonetheless as she seems him nothing but a pawn necessary to win the cheeseboard with an not so noble sacrifice.
So on a glance whichever path YC might take ends up in death either way and his soul being tormented for eternity. Unless if he can find a way to win his way into the goddesses' heart rather then her dragged into oblivion?
An upcoming werewolf alpha of the pack is pressured into finding an mate to secure his position and balance of the pack by his father, who always seeks to secure and strengthen their clan by any means. His son howeverdoesn't seek settling down or find interest in any, instead the young wolf enjoys his freedom and to spread his reputation. During one of the hunts the freshly upcoming alpha leads his hunting group over the border that crosses into the realm of the vampires. Coming across a hunting group of the blood suckers the two lock into a fight that ends with YC injured and his group disbanded or dead. Unable to return back due to his wounds and the vampires tailing close behind , the wolf succumbs to his fatigue.
When awakened instead of the cold forest or jail cell he finds himself in a bed with his wounds taken care of and patched, and his saviour being none other then an vampiress that found him, taking him into a lodge that belongs to her family. She doesn't reveal much about herself but shows no signs of hostility or seeking to rat him out. Despite the initial reluctance from his side to trust an vampire and her not so warm demeanour two find themselves growing close to each other in more way then one.
Just as perhaps something more was to bloom from their connection the said pursuers from that night come stopping by the lodge, where YC hidden as FMC comes to meet the unexpected guest overhears she is to become betrothed to the Duke of the party with who she has had connection since their childhood.
When the vampiress is away without much as a goodbye or anything else YC leaves. Seeking to return to his pack. Months or yeard pass and his father announces that his son shall be to marry a vampiress of the Royal status. Causing their two clans to stop their thousand years long rivalry and unite putting end to pointless squabbles.
When the wolfs party arrives to meet the bride of his that shall rule as queen and he as alpha of both clans,he finds the younger sister of his bride to be the very same vampiress that saved him years ago and who he left.
When awakened instead of the cold forest or jail cell he finds himself in a bed with his wounds taken care of and patched, and his saviour being none other then an vampiress that found him, taking him into a lodge that belongs to her family. She doesn't reveal much about herself but shows no signs of hostility or seeking to rat him out. Despite the initial reluctance from his side to trust an vampire and her not so warm demeanour two find themselves growing close to each other in more way then one.
Just as perhaps something more was to bloom from their connection the said pursuers from that night come stopping by the lodge, where YC hidden as FMC comes to meet the unexpected guest overhears she is to become betrothed to the Duke of the party with who she has had connection since their childhood.
When the vampiress is away without much as a goodbye or anything else YC leaves. Seeking to return to his pack. Months or yeard pass and his father announces that his son shall be to marry a vampiress of the Royal status. Causing their two clans to stop their thousand years long rivalry and unite putting end to pointless squabbles.
When the wolfs party arrives to meet the bride of his that shall rule as queen and he as alpha of both clans,he finds the younger sister of his bride to be the very same vampiress that saved him years ago and who he left.
It took years of preparations, careful planning, training and battles too many to count, to remember but at last YC an prince/hero or another antagonist who was destined to at last bring end to the infamous evil Queen barged into her castle, coming to put end to the tyrant and her power. What YC is to find there however is the palace deserted with no said queen in sight and her throne being contested by power hungry crooks. What happened? Did someone come before YC to take the role of his? Was the evil Queen already dead?
No of course not. At least not just yet of the time. She just is retired and living best live she could peacefully away from any and anyone. And that especially includes YC, the reason to that was that the so known Queen has already died already many, many times to him. Yet on each death she finds the time reversed back and herself once more in certain time and in all to familiar place. That being when she was still the tyrannical monster ruling her army of the dark and most powerful sorceress of the known world.
At first she tried using the advantage of this to change her fate, to come out top and victorious against the one who brought upon her end. After so many attempts of all leading to same end in which she died, only to be back MC decided to abandon her role and title, being it no worth being ruler of dead and ashes, indeed leading to take an ordinary life away from those seeking her death and new start to life. Yet can she end up truly avoiding her fate?
No of course not. At least not just yet of the time. She just is retired and living best live she could peacefully away from any and anyone. And that especially includes YC, the reason to that was that the so known Queen has already died already many, many times to him. Yet on each death she finds the time reversed back and herself once more in certain time and in all to familiar place. That being when she was still the tyrannical monster ruling her army of the dark and most powerful sorceress of the known world.
At first she tried using the advantage of this to change her fate, to come out top and victorious against the one who brought upon her end. After so many attempts of all leading to same end in which she died, only to be back MC decided to abandon her role and title, being it no worth being ruler of dead and ashes, indeed leading to take an ordinary life away from those seeking her death and new start to life. Yet can she end up truly avoiding her fate?
Demons have subtly been influencing the world, seeking ways to bring forth their realm and hell to the world or simply to gain more power and dominance in the world that they have gotten all too comfortable at.
To counter this threat, organization and churches have been working to face the threat. FMC an nun and huntress is one that worked under a church and assaint that damned many of the demons. For many of them she was someone that either coward before her or wished to skin her alive. Yet one of the Demon Lords that had came to face her many times rather found himself more interested and much to her misfortune obsession over her.
Their sessions whenever met have always ended from games of cat and mouse and YC never being able to be one she would be capable of descending back to hell. But neither did he get a chance to take what he wanted so dearly. That being until at least the demon found the so called saint was not as pure for from many years past she had in fact brought to this world a daughter that she hid in an distant monastery she would often end visiting.
With this news YC plans for FMC a little reunion that is disguised under a gala that serves as gathering of a large group of demons and monsters which meant to attract her and her group.
Note: Now As some may noticed or guess, yes this idea has some little inspiration taken from the wolf and swan expect it setting , genre and pairing being different. However corruption of our FMC here I'm not looking for just something merely sexual (although of course will no doubt include such scenes) but rather also as YC using the huntress and so called saint as his own pawn and assassin, go find out important secrets of the church, who her fellow hunters area and so on all while maintaining her child as the bargaining chip. Perhaps he even can lead up to expose some dark secrets or dealings of her group or church she didn't know of and just how far they would go to get rid off likes of him.
To counter this threat, organization and churches have been working to face the threat. FMC an nun and huntress is one that worked under a church and assaint that damned many of the demons. For many of them she was someone that either coward before her or wished to skin her alive. Yet one of the Demon Lords that had came to face her many times rather found himself more interested and much to her misfortune obsession over her.
Their sessions whenever met have always ended from games of cat and mouse and YC never being able to be one she would be capable of descending back to hell. But neither did he get a chance to take what he wanted so dearly. That being until at least the demon found the so called saint was not as pure for from many years past she had in fact brought to this world a daughter that she hid in an distant monastery she would often end visiting.
With this news YC plans for FMC a little reunion that is disguised under a gala that serves as gathering of a large group of demons and monsters which meant to attract her and her group.
Note: Now As some may noticed or guess, yes this idea has some little inspiration taken from the wolf and swan expect it setting , genre and pairing being different. However corruption of our FMC here I'm not looking for just something merely sexual (although of course will no doubt include such scenes) but rather also as YC using the huntress and so called saint as his own pawn and assassin, go find out important secrets of the church, who her fellow hunters area and so on all while maintaining her child as the bargaining chip. Perhaps he even can lead up to expose some dark secrets or dealings of her group or church she didn't know of and just how far they would go to get rid off likes of him.
When dealing with creatures from another world, it's not the best idea to have such an obvious weakness. Strength, though, is only found when one has something to lose.
One sibling is bestowed the power, and responsibility, to keep the city safe from otherworldly creatures. Tapping into the elements of magic, such as fire and ice, they spend their time monitoring the city for unusual supernatural activity. Doing this all in secret, they are often perceived as a slacker to those who are unaware of their purpose in keeping the city, and possibly the world, safe from nearby supernatural happenings.
The other sibling, seen as the more responsible, keeps a roof over their heads and goes to work just like every other person in the world. They don't carry any ill will toward the other, "lazier" sibling, though. They're just always tired all the time, right? That's why they sleep odd hours and are barely awake enough to feed themselves some days.
All seemed right with the world, until the "normal" sibling is taken hostage and exposed to dark influences, that of an incubus/powerful demon. No longer able to return to their normal life, bearing the weight of a curse upon their soul that will eventually turn them into the monsters their gifted sibling hunts, what will they do with the time that they have until mundane becomes monster? And how far will the beloved siblings go for each other or how closer they may grow when other is put in danger.
One sibling is bestowed the power, and responsibility, to keep the city safe from otherworldly creatures. Tapping into the elements of magic, such as fire and ice, they spend their time monitoring the city for unusual supernatural activity. Doing this all in secret, they are often perceived as a slacker to those who are unaware of their purpose in keeping the city, and possibly the world, safe from nearby supernatural happenings.
The other sibling, seen as the more responsible, keeps a roof over their heads and goes to work just like every other person in the world. They don't carry any ill will toward the other, "lazier" sibling, though. They're just always tired all the time, right? That's why they sleep odd hours and are barely awake enough to feed themselves some days.
All seemed right with the world, until the "normal" sibling is taken hostage and exposed to dark influences, that of an incubus/powerful demon. No longer able to return to their normal life, bearing the weight of a curse upon their soul that will eventually turn them into the monsters their gifted sibling hunts, what will they do with the time that they have until mundane becomes monster? And how far will the beloved siblings go for each other or how closer they may grow when other is put in danger.
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