This is my first written story that I plan to release to the public. If this doesn't make it out, then maybe one day someone will find this and laugh at my
cowardly decision. Welp, here's to the beginning of "The Hero is... My Sex Slave!?"
Note: This story is not a dirty story made only for people to get off to, it is a comedy relief story with original characters, albeit with some elements borrowed from famous novels, manga, and/or animes.
Four continents, ruled by the four kingdoms inhabited by the human race, which surrounds the island of the demonic beings. The Northern Continent, hailed for their powerful might with tools and survivability in the harsh cold climates. The Eastern Continent, praise for their charismatic leaders and tacticians, capable of maximum efficiency within limited actions. The Western Continent, known as the overpopulated kingdom of the west, countless million live among the kingdom and villages, amassing a frightening number of troops building up a humongous army, albeit with slightly outdated weapons and equipment. The Southern Continent, acclaimed for their spread apart villages and cities, farmers and adventurers inhabit the wild south perfect for growing an assortment of crops and inhabits countless beasts and monsters, along with the common bandits.
With the four continents surrounding the island of nightmare, the carpet of clandestine forces hidden deep in the island lurks. Environment so infertile, farming is near impossible, leaving the only source of farmable plants disgusting fruits that are dry and unfulfilling. Powerful creatures have been reported to be sighted near caves and mountains, including powerful wyverns or cursed headless riders. In the heart of the capital lies the Jet Black Castle, where the most powerful and influential demonic forces are said to lay dormant, awaiting a day in the near future to act, the day when the demon lord is chosen by the world, and a power that does not belong to this world arrives for the dark lord to summon and exploit.
Somewhere near a small village on the southern continent, an unprecedented event occurred, a crown of light descended from the heavens, gradually travelling downwards toward two children. A bloodied boy who had only just fought off a pack of wolves and was carrying a heavily injured girl, each had lived less than a decade's worth of years. Words flowed into the boy's mind, the crown of light belonged to him, it would grant him power greater than any other in this world, and it would be his job to seal away the crown of shadows, it would give him a destiny more than just a small village boy. The boy leaned forward, grasped the over sized crown, and slowly began to change destiny and forge the future.
As the child held the immaterial crown, his injured companion awoken from her haze, greeted by the sight of her childhood friend grasping onto a holy light, brighter than anything she could ever imagine. The pain that coursed through her bones and flesh was fierce and freezing, she wanted to cry out for help, but even with her efforts, she couldn't lift a hand to the boy she grew with, the boy who saved her life, the boy she wanted to be with. As her eyelids grew heavy and the world began to fade, her body felt light, as if it became a feather. Boundless power replaced the pain that cursed her only mere moments before. Time became stagnant as she stood up, and at her feet was the boy she loved, tattered and bloody, with tears flowing out his closed eyes as he fainted excessive blood loss.
The girl screamed and fell down to hold the boy in her arms, and as that event went onwards, light poured through her body, and travelled into the boy who gave up the crown of the heavens, closing his gouged wounds and torn skin. The girl could feel a soft weight atop her skull, and as she felt the small circlet that covered her forehead, she felt the soft embrace of her beloved, and felt the flowers upon the crown given by her prince, a crown of flowers from the blessed child from heaven. As her tears flowed down her face, she fell into a slumber snuggled next to the boy she loved. The boy named Jay, who will one day fly free just like a blue jay.
Darkness, a helm ascended from the depths below. Horns built atop of a demonic mask, covering our lord, the demon who fought from the bottom, and proved the weak can always break through a mold placed by the strong. A crown of light descended from the heavens, and a helmet of shadows ascended from hell, the time to strike is soon, war will soon come to the foolish humans who stole the land of us demons. Soon will be the time to return, soon we shall attack, soon it is time, soon our lord, my lord, will bring us all to the promised land.
