Maxwell now in the forest of the unknown, scratched his arm. To him, it always felt like there was some kind of bug whenever he went to a place in the wild. Whether it be the mountains, a valley or his own backyard, the bugs never ceased their non-existent attacks on their greatest enemy.
But that's enough about the bugs, let's get back to the main topic of the story: Man in forest.
At the moment, Maxwell was somewhat fine with this turn of events. After all, it had gotten him the bacon he had so much desired. Another up-note would've been the fact that he now had a weapon to ward off the evil spirits. Now that I think about, chairs weren't known for their spiritual warfare...
And seeing no forms of modern technology, he shooting the spirits away wasn't an option either. Not to mention it wasn't an ideal way to deal with them anyway.
However, Maxwell was more worried about finding some kind of town or settlement, preferably before the sun went down. Otherwise, he would most likely be forced to stay up. "And let me tell you, a sleep deprived me, is an unhappy me," he commented idly, his focusing his vision on the area around him. And I will make sure the world will never have to face it. Or me.
As of now, Maxwell had been walking in this forest for about half an hour, give or take a few minutes. Partially due to pure boredom or the forest getting on his nerves, the man went for the shuffle, pulling out the dance moves, moon-walking his way down the path.
"Hello, human boy." The abruptness of the feminine voice quickly put a halt to Maxwell's current activities, shifting his attention to his distracter.
She had a Victorian style outfit, with a brownish-purple hat and dress. Her expression seemed very dull, much like one would have with chronic depression and anxiety.
Now what should I do now? Maxwell ran over several ideas in his head, looking for a correct course of action. However, Maxwell was not known for his logical decisions. The man took a metaphorically leap of faith, slipping himself right into conversation.
"What up, woman? I just be in the hood and the like, y'know?" Maxwell did a 'cool' pose folding his arms over one another, while looking down at the monster girl. The man only gained a confused gesture in the form of a risen eyebrow. Obviously, no one in this world would understand the references to my home boys.
Of course, at first glance the girl appeared to be a regular human with a funny hat. But then Maxwell took notice of the slime trail that seemed to lead from around the far off tree to her current position. And if that wasn't a red flag, he wouldn't know what one was!
The slimy interrupter moved unto the path, blocking the man from moving forward. "An unbaptized male. Your… looks and smell are unique, too." She paused to gaze over Maxwell's figure, quickly finking her tongue across her lips. "Haven't seen a human like you around. I wonder how you'll taste."
"Well I happen to not appreciate associating myself with racists," the man replied, raising a finger in affirmation.
"Are you sure?" The monster girl pouted, lifting her dress up slightly, revealing a massive mass of pink, slimy flesh..? "Wouldn't you like to be covered in my mucus~?" She cooed in a fake hurt tone.
What do you even call that?! Maxwell's right eye reflexively twitched. "Let us not get ourselves too far of ourselves. Steamy sex with pink nasal-like mucus isn't my sort of thing, if you get what I'm saying," he responded, clapping my hands together for a much-needed emphasis.
After all, it was his duty as the main character to keep this story on its current rating as long as possible.
"It seems that I'll have to use force to get you to join me," she reflected in a sorrowful tone. "And when I win, we'll be doing it all night lo- Ouch!" She was however interrupted, and was sent sliding back a few feet.
"Ma'am, I have the upmost respect for your decisions..." Maxwell began, brandishing his chair by one leg over his head. "..but in the presence of holiness, this is the upmost illegal!"
"Oww… do you really think a chair can stop me?" The monster girl seethed, holding her head with one hand. "Are you insane?"
"But do you think, you can stop a human such as I?!" Maxwell responded, lowering his chair into a rhino ramming pose with the legs sticking forward. Its time to play Zookeeper with this hoe, there be no 'gender-equality' to stop me here!
"I will pave the road for the my future, onward!" And the man ran forward, screaming out the curses of a madman. However, he was forced to stop as his wooden chair began to erode and sizzle, much like a horribly gone wrong science project. "This is unacceptable!" Seething, he fell to the ground, smashing a fist into the ground in retaliation. How come it always be me?! How come they just be so- Wrong, wrong wrong! It is obvious that this world discriminates against me, I must fight back!
Rising up from the ground, his fists caked in mud, man let out a low growl while doing so.
Sneaking a quick peek at her features, Maxwell was met with an expression recognizable as haughtiness. "Ha ha ha! Foolish boy, you really were a fool to try and take out a slug with my corrosive skin!" With the Victorian outfit, the slug girl was practically the embodiment of olden, rich European females; uptight and equipped with an eye that could look down on all others.
It seems that she was quite done with the playing phase.
"Now boy, why don't you surrender your body and semen to me!" The slug girl then rushed forward, well for a slug anyway. To Maxwell, was more like a slow walk than anything else.
Maxwell not seeing any other option, decided to regress back to classic warfare; getting gritty and letting the fists fly. "The past is now young girl!" He then outstretched his hand, feeling it connect with the soft, cool flesh that was the slug's face.
The slug girl, who was not expecting a counter attack was caught with the full impact of the attack. And from a human fist no less. She was sent sliding back, only her slug-like physiology protecting her from a face-plant.
Maxwell grinned devilishly as he clenched the sediment between his fingers even closer together. It had been a half-assed decision, but it was one that paid off well in the long run. Of course, slugs being weak to salt was no new idea as it had been a known fact for 100s of years. But what most people don't know is that, dirt has tiny rocks in it and what do those tiny rocks produce? Salt.
Following this train of thought, the man was able to exploit the slug's weakness for this basic table element.
"You will pay for that, human," the slug girl said, holding a hand up to her face. More specifically, the area of impact. When her hand was removed, a physical feature that one only recognize as a burn mark, showed a fist mark a few shades darker then the rest of her pale face.
Maxwell could hear a slight sizzling sound coming from her facial area. Must be the sodium, He reasoned. Taking notice the girl's expression, Maxwell gave a knowing smile. "Now, now. It's not my fault you got burned. I was the victim. I was just responding to stimuli."
Now this seemingly simple statement infuriated the slug girl, causing her to let go of her head in a fit of rage. "You -!" The slug girl then slightly outstretched her lower body, attempting to swat aside the black-skinned man.
The man effortlessly side-stepped the attack, allowing for the tail(?) to harmlessly fly over his head. As it flew past, Maxwell took this opportunity to introduce the tail to Exhibit A: Muddy, sediment riddled hand. He grinned, "End game."
The reaction was near instantaneous.
A shrill scream was heard as the man's hand seemingly sunk into her flesh. "Ahhhhh!" Tears were brought to the slug's eyes, as a sensation not unlike slowly searing skin was produced at the epicenter of contact. Maxwell saw tears drop endlessly, the pain creating new batches as soon as they were spent.
Shifting into a more serious posture, and momentarily releasing her hand, the man decided to just let her go. "Meh, I thought something more exciting would've happened here, like an explosion or a slow, yet immediate disolvment of flesh," Maxwell said, frowning with disapointment.
A look of pure disgust momentarily flashed across her face as looked up at her assault- err... defender. However, that look was wiped off as quickly as it came as angering the same man who had nearly seared her tail(?) off wasn't a very smart self preservation tactic.
The man flexed his fingers, spreading the sediment between his fingers equally.
"Why are you looking at me as if I owe you something?" Maxwell waved a hand, sent sediment flying dangerously close to the slug girl. "I got nothing to do with you know, and you have nothing to do with now either. This is where our paths break apart, until we meet again... by chance that is."
The Outsider stood, ignored the hatred-filled glare sent on his back, and walked away, into the world known as dense vegetation.
===THE END IS NEAR===
In a distance that was measured by about 10 minutes of non-directional walking, the man had found himself a tree to call home for the day...or night. Things kinda got confusing sometimes. "Sweet, I always wanted to go camping!" He shouted, uncaring about the things that go romp in the night.
Then a realization suddenly dawned upon him. I forgot my sleeping bag, my marshmallows and the group of generic self-inserts that will slowly be killed off as the night progresses. "Meh, there's always yesteryear," he rationalized, internally grumbling at this sudden turn of events.
Against his own will and wishes, the man huddled a bunch of leaves together into a pile and laid upon them, ignoring the prickling of the tiny mismatched sticks and stones. He then took off his jacket and laid upon it, settling for staring at the starry night sky till sleep took its hold on him.
===HIDDEN INFO===
The human was falling out of the sky. No matter which way she tried to think about it, the thought of this was a bit off.
When she felt the sudden surge of energy she reacted quickly by swiftly sending a cupid to scout out the area. If it died scouting... It could be replaced and an army would be sent to deal with the threat. Cupids were quite the expandable creatures after all.
To her surprise (and relief that she wouldn't have to set up her armies) instead of Alice I and her crew of savages, against all odds and logic, a human came out of the portal instead, falling towards the ground at a speed that was only identifiable as 'lethal'.
This human looked different to most (if not all the humans) in this world. With that dark brown skin color, Ilias couldn't help but harbor a few dark thoughts at his appearance, as the human-like body could have just been hiding a monster or an alien-like creature from view.
But what happened next, only caused her suspicions to grow. When the male had hit the ground, she subtly flinched a bit.
Well, that is quite the unfortunate death, Ilias thought as she commanded the Cupid to move closer, just in case there was a monster hiding in a body. Expecting to see a gruesome display of blood, guts and bones, saying she was surprised would be an understatement.
How? How!
A human shouldn't have survived that fall, but this one did. And he was smiling about it all the while. She was livid. There was something of about him, which meant he was out of control, an unknown.
An anomaly.
And she liked having all the pawns in her pieces, as even the slightest interference could throw everything about the window.
Ilias commanded the cupid to move closer to the human. After all, it couldn't hurt to check what was going on his mind. It would surely give her some much needed information and details that would finalize her decision on whether to annihilate him or not.
All it took to read someone's mind was just a simple touch to the head. However, when the cupid was just about the touch the male, his head swirled around swiftly, as the sound of joints cracking could be heard.
The cupid nearly 'jumped' back in surprise when she first noticed this. Did he see me?!
This thought raced around in the cupid's mind as she debated just going and flying off in the opposite direction before rebuking that idea.
For one, her goddess would not stand for it and would deliver divine judgement upon her. And plus, he was just a lowly human, nothing to get too worked up about. They couldn't harm holy beings like her. So she made what would seem like a rational decision.
She touched the boy's head.
At first, nothing strange happened. It was just like touching the head of a normal human. But when she tried to incur the low-level mind reading spell all angels could do to a limit, the cupid realized that she had made a grave mistake.
There was a such thing as unwanted information after all.
Ilias still in heaven, was annoyed with how long she was being made to wait to gain information on the unknown human. So she teleported herself to the general area of the portal's appearance and immediately she sensed something wrong. Flying quickly to the site, her eyes were set upon an interesting discovery.
The cupid she had sent out earlier was struggling to take her hand of the human but it was to no avail. She couldn't move away, it was as if her hand was glued to his head.
With a nonchalant expression on his face, he responded with, "All you had to do was ask." And the human allowed her full access to the deepest reaches of his mind.
The cupid was forced to endure all of this, her mind on the brink of going mad when the mental attacks ceased. She was confused. Why did he stop? Did the holy magic actually have an effect on him?
The answer to these questions confused the cupid and changed her life from that point on. "Rouy ecnegilletni llahs esir! Own og redrosid gnoma ruoy sknar!" The man spoke in a language only known to few. He appeared to be doing something with his hands, the spinning air around him definately indicated something was amiss.
"Man, I always wanted to speak cryptic-like. Not for me though, I'll leave that to the professionals," she heard the man say before he walked off.
So language nor speech has nothing to do with his ability. Noted.
No notable change took place at first, but then the cupid's entire demeanor changed. Her posture straightened, being more akin to a military officer's. The eternal-seeming goofy look on her face vanished, as it was replaced with a seemingly bored expression.
Promestein.
The name of the scientific-orientated angel nearly left Ilias' mouth as she looked as the familiar demeanor. What did that human do? She didn't feel any magic being used but...
Looking back on the area, the goddess had realized that with her attention diverted, the boy wasted no time in clearing the area.
"What do you require of me, dear goddess?" But the cupid, now more work-orientated and no-longer an angel of lust, stood in front of Ilias, waiting for orders to be received. Her magic power seems to have increase quite a bit and now I have one less ignorant follower.
Maybe letting that boy live wouldn't be such a mishap. After all, if she played her cards right, "All will fall right into my hands." And on the off-chance that he was a problem?
A life of eternal servitude to Ilias awaited him.
The light goddess finished the end of her thought verbally, a dark grin making way unto her face as she looked down at the expressionless cupid.
