《DarkBoi69's mediocre, rushed and badly-written aventure》3. Hell, and almost a good plot setup, except cut short. (1200)
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Deadboi threw some more fire into the fire pit because he was fucking stupid and forgot how english vocabulary worked.
“Woah.” Lilith’s eyes and mouth went wide open as she noticed. “You can throw fire directly instead of just needing whatever you called firewood.”
“Yeah.” DarkBoi, who had just remembered his name, nodded. “It’s quite useful for the winter, I wouldn’t have survived up until now without it.”
He could throw any and all sort of things people didn’t normally throw, but sadly that didn’t do him a whole lot of good, or a whole lot of anything at all. He could use it to hunt, a bit.
Did you want any more details on that? Well too bad I don’t have any so here are Lilith’s tits.
“OOoooh” Lilith gaped as she jumped up and down slightly on the piece of wood trunk she was sitting on. “That’s amazing!”
Darkboi’s heart skipped a dark beat as he was unable to look away from the two jiggling globes of flesh. How they worked physically or did not spill out of her clothes was as much a mystery to him as women would be throughout this whole life, cursed as he was to be a shitty harem protagonist.
“Right. Are you not cold, even with the fire?” They had thrown together a fire, quite literally, and had decided to sit down around it to talk about stuff. This chapter had to start somewhere after all, and I had made two failed attempts so yeah.
Lilith shook her head with a cute happy smile, her breasts somehow following along.
“No, it’s part of being a succubus. We get really hot if we wear anything more ‘normal’. It helps save quite a bit, although most of us do get them enchanted so that they can stay where they’re supposed to,” Lilith said as she looked down at her own chest, tugging on her top -really nothing more than some loose, magically-fitting strapless bra- in a few directions to illustrate her point. True to her words, the clothing followed her flesh everywhere it went, never dropping, else it would have long been on the floor.
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Darkboi gulped as he gladly observed the phenomenon, before noticing she had never really stopped speaking during her demonstration and he had missed a few sentences.
“Right.” Always a safe bet when in doubts. “So you’re a succubus?”
Lilith simply nodded before simply smiling at him, swaying her legs back and forth. There had to be holes in the tree trunk or something that made that work.
Darkboi barely caught himself before he could sigh. While her mannerisms were cute and everything, it didn’t really help the conversation along.
“How did you end up here? And how are you… a scythe?” He found no better way to ask. Hopefully it would sound much less weird to her since she really seemed to be a scythe in some way.
“Hmmm.” Lilith put a finger on her mouth. “I’m not too sure. The last thing I remember is being thrown during one of our training sessions, and something weird happened.” The demon seemed to notice his slight disappointment in her quite lackluster way of answering and decided to roll things back a bit, starting from what could be possibly the most important bits of informations.
Succubi were one of the demon races that lived in Hell, one of the main ones in fact. They were split into sub-categories, almost sub-races on their own, only they could all reproduce with each other, they were succubi after all and it would have been quite ironic for them not to be able to. The list of species succubi could viably mate with was surprisingly long, in fact. The categories were called ‘specializations’ and they were a genetically-determined thing. A succubus’s personality could make a few different changes in regards to which direction they would develop into, but the specializations definitely fleshed out a global tendency. Lilith’s spec was a weird, never-before-seen mixture of two other specializations : combat succubi and scientists or some shit. This caught the attention of Hell’s experts and government, who decided to follow her progress very closely, all the while other succubi with a mixed specialization came popping up left and right. Succubi and Incubi were quite the active bunch, and soon enough the government had changed the administration and the schools had gladly adapted to open things up into the concept of a whole, continuous spectrum of choices to make in education rather than branches, answering the demands of the demon races who did not fit well into the pre-made educational programs originally fleshed out on Hell’s most powerful and prominent races.
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One of Lilith’s classmate was the one who managed to turn into a weapon, getting absolutely no reaction whatsoever from anyone until her mana had run out a few days later, turning the spear no one had thought to investigate back into the succubus that had gone missing. After that, figuring out the opposite spell of turning back was made a priority. Lilith’s affinity with death magic and all things edgy, which she owed to her father for being one of the most powerful fighters of Hell, having managed to spec into a blademaster class despite being a voidlord, earning himself the title of first edgelord, caused her to turn into a scythe.
This was a year and a bit ago, and since then more research and training had gone into the whole ‘arm morphing’ phenomenon, one of a myriad of weird new possibly promising paths that were opening up with the mixed specializations. Any weird idea was encouraged, just incase it would produce something good, and Lilith’s best friend Karma had talked her into trying out some mana-collapse-powered scythe-Lilith throwing. It seemed really fun, and for the small second she was conscious after they had started it was, seeming an incredible amount of mana gathering in the small homemade contraptions they had built before a crystal triggered it to collapse, generating enough force to throw her -and probably Karma too- unconscious, and seriously disrupt the established model for dimensional laws.
“And that’s about it!” Lilith finished with a giggle and a jiggle, because time was running by even if things were getting interesting.
Darkboi sat there, unsure how to digest the mass of information he had just received. Having knowledge that extended beyond hating everyone was an unfamiliar feeling. He had never imagined there might be places with actual people having actual social changes happening somewhere, that was crazy. He was about to ask a question, when his supreme intelligence brought another to his mind.
“You said… you were thrown by the… magic things?”
Lilith hummed, umumu’d and owo’d for a bit, and nodded, confusion apparent on her cute -and beautiful, don’t you forget that- face.
An evil grin grew on DarkBoi’s face. This was it. Years of hardship, resentment had built up to this point. Too long had his skills not grown, left unused. And he knew what his first step towards glory and domination was.
He was yeeting some thicc-ass girl back to Hell.
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