Author's Notes: So, I just read the reviews on the first chapter. I must say, I wasn't expecting such a warm reception for a Hate-fic of all things, thanks guys. My review-responses will be at the bottom of the chapter in the Author's Notes.
BY THE WAY, I also drew illustrations for some of the characters that appeared the previous chapter, please check them out and tell me what you think. Unfortunately, the link had to be altered 'slightly' so that fanficiton doesn't delete it.
www DOT deviantart DOT com SLASH mahlawn SLASH gallery SLASH 74902036 SLASH rectification
Just remove the spaces, replace the SLASH's with / replace the DOT's with . and finally type them into an empty tab (yes, I know it's grueling but blame Fanfiction for that).
Chapter 2: A different perspective (In which the author tries to add depth to MGs)
Undertale OST - Fallen Down (Reprise) Extended
by Elu Tran on Youtube
Druella bat Lilith stood from afar, observing the tyranny that was Lescatie.
Her skin was pale, but had an extremely purple tinge throughout all the curves, giving a dark-pinkish hue. The only parts of her body that were purely white was her long ivory hair, grotesque bat-like wings emerging from her shoulder blades, and a tail protruding from the bottom of her spine. Her ears were pointy and elongated like an elf's. Her armor, if it could even be called that, revealed much of her skin, barely covering areas if her breasts and spreading onto the sides of her abdomen. The black realmsilver that the armor was made of appeared in several other areas, such as her ankles, shoulders, wrists, and whatever the two things on her head were. Each one held an eye-like shape, as red as blood and radiating with Demonic Energy. But none were redder that her own biological eyes, the small ones that existed on her face that could penetrate through one's soul.
Said eyes observed every motion throughout the religious kingdom of Lescatie. Every rich noble that sat on their seats and gorged on their meats, every malnourished farmer that raised all the livestock in order to feed said noble, Every ivory tower that shimmered with gold, every crumbling peasant house that threatened to crush its own occupants, She could see them all. Knowing that so many humans were suffering under the rule of the Chief God, it made her heart ache in sadness.
It wasn't the first time Druella witnessed the failure of this city, but each time she did so, it filled her with utter shock at the cruelty that the theocracy was capable of. Yesterday, she saw a group of protesters getting physically and verbally attacked by a woman in black uniform. That woman spoke in ways that made the serfs feel guilty for their actions, claiming that the nobles were somehow 'protecting' them with all the money they stole. The Lilim felt something akin to distaste in that moment.
But she couldn't blame the humans. For all of their flaws, she loved them all the same, and she knew that even the worst of those corrupt nobles simply had the misfortune of being raised poorly. That Inquisitor, and many others, were likely brain-washed to the point where they would be willing to kill themselves if the church willed it. Druella wondered how the humans were capable of such control despite having nothing like her own Demonic-
"Uh...miss Druella?" A feminine voice interrupted her thoughts.
The Lilim was brought back to reality, and remembered that she was currently standing outside an orphanage within a forest.
The woman who had just spoken to her was a nun. But not just any nun, the person was a nun with green hair that stretched down to her thighs, white clothing mixed with gold lines and the occasional blue, and a holy cross on both her hat and in between her bosoms, an attire that greatly contrasted the dark colors and simple designs of the average nun. The woman was General Sasha Fullmoon, a combat nun, Hero who once heard the voice of the chief god, and a traitor to the Order.
"Oh, sorry Sasha, I must have spaced out." Druella said, looking away from the distant walls of the city and back at the runner of the orphanage. "You said there was something you wanted to give me?"
Sasha uncomfortably looked away from Druella's face when she refocused her attention, a light blush appearing on her cheeks. Druella couldn't blame the nun for staring, she was a sight to behold after all (No wait, it was probably just the Demonic Energy).
"Y-yes." The retired general pulled out folder full of documents, and fidgeted with it as she had her eyes pointed elsewhere. "The Order is planning another expedition. These are the invasion plans. Please evacuate those people." The nun hesitantly handed the folder towards the fourth daughter of the Demon Lord, her hands shaking more violently the closer they got.
Druella understood Sasha's cautiousness, it was taking the Lilim all of her willpower not to Monsterize the Hero on the spot, as well as trying to hold back her own passive emission of Demonic Energy. As much as she wanted to free Sasha from the Order's lingering brain-washing, Druella knew that she needed to be patient with her plans. Turning Sasha into a Monster right now would only worsen the nun's situation. As the Lilim opened up the folder with her sharp fingers, she decided to make some idle talk with the nun to ease her nerves.
"So, Sasha. Did anything particularly interesting happen today?" Druella's wings twitched in anticipation while she shuffled through the folder's contents.
"Uh...well, a cathedral close to the other orphanage started performing some reforms. I believe they are attempting to give an honest explanation of what the Monster Girls do." Sasha said, scratching her head anxiously.
Druella paused mid-shuffling, but before she could make any comment, Sasha spoke again.
"Unfortunately, judging by the people's reactions. They may have phrased the explanations in a...'biased' manner..." The nun briefly recalled how the hatred for Monster Girls within the region started to intensify once they heard the church's claims of them being necrophiliacs, child rapists, and child-rapists (yeesh, Sabbath). It was truly a shame that the Order only told the populace about the bad parts of the Monsters, and completely neglected how some of them were willing to listen to reason.
A few more minutes passed with the two idly talking with each other. Occasionally, Sasha would pull out a new Spirit Medallion to purify any Demonic Energy she accidentally accumulated, while Druella resisted the urge to stop her. Sometimes a few children who couldn't sleep would come out of the forest's orphanage and ask who the stranger was. Overall, it was a peaceful night. Eventually, the Lilim finally finished examining all of the invasion plans written in the documents, and she was already calculating evacuation methods for the targeted village.
"Is there anything else?" Druella asked, looking ready to leave but perfectly content to wait a few more hours.
Sasha wondered for a moment before remembering something. "Oh! an anonymous person gave the city orphanage a donation, I was able to afford a few more pillows for the children thanks to them." The combat nun replied. Druella recalled that the cotton prices were skyrocketing to such ludicrous amounts that even a few nobles were getting conservative with their money, she was glad to know that there was someone within Lescatie that was kind enough to donate to the orphanage.
It seemed that there was nothing else to say, so the Lilim was about to take her leave. But before doing so, Druella faced Sasha again, and for the first time in this night, her look was not a smile, but a worried frown.
"Miss Fullmoon. I...understand how dangerous it is for you to leak these plans." The expression of guilt on Druella's face was such a contrast to her usual that Sasha almost felt she was talking to someone else. "I must thank you for taking care of all these children despite the risks. I promise you that when the time comes, I will repay you for everything you've done for us."
Before Sasha could inquire what the Lilim meant by 'repaying', Druella had already disappeared, only leaving behind a dense mist of Demonic Energy.
Unbeknownst to Sasha, Druella was now soaring through the air, the folder clutched tightly in her hand.
"Yes, when the time comes, everyone will finally be happy."
She looked back at the city one last time. The city full of tyranny, the city full of suffering, the city full of oppression. Full of people that have been brainwashed, people that have been tormented throughout their entire lives without knowing the happiness that awaits them. The city was broken, and Druella vowed to fix it. Once the people of Lescatie saw things her way, everything would be better. She was sure of it.
A smile spread across the Lilim's face, it was debatable whether the grin was enthusiastic or sadistic.
Iconoclasts OST - Preacher (EXTENDED)
by Kang Jae-Mo on Youtube
Hōrō Sekkyō-sha walked through a dense thick forest, carrying a dictionary in hand while her purple Kimono dress swayed in the wind.
The vixen ears atop her head twitched as the sounds of grassy rustling was heard. Taking eyes off of her book, Hōrō found the source of the noise to be a young man who had tripped on a branch and fallen into a bush. Hōrō approached the human youth slowly, a light smile splitting her face as she got closer. When the man re-oriented himself and noticed the eight golden fox-tails emerging from the rear part of the woman's dress, he screamed and hauled ass faster than Hōrō could tap it.
Rather than chasing after him however, Hōrō frowned and instead continued down the path she originally set out on, fox ears and tails slumping in disappointment. This type of behavior would have likely confused most other Monster Girls, but there was an explanation for it.
Hōrō was an Inari, a type of Monster Girl originating from the small continent of Zipangu, known for their abilities of self-restraint and non-aggressiveness, a great contrast to their Youko cousins which were merciless even by Monster Girl standards. The reason someone like her was in the Western Order-controlled continent was because of a long series of events and circumstances that will be further explained in the next ten paragraphs, all of which have been highlighted in Italics so that you may skip them.
There were many differences Zipangu had with the western continent, one of them was the fact that the tension between Humans and Monster Girls were considerably lower. Even before the current Demon Lord had taken the throne, the humans of Zipangu usually had some form of peace between themselves and the Monsters, albeit a very shaky one. Unlike most religions seen in other counties, Zipangu's culture often believed that the divine was present in all things, and that literally anyone and anything could be a god. Thus, it wasn't uncommon for certain powerful Monster Girls to be worshiped as such.
Inari were one of these divine beings. Typically, an Inari only had around three tails, but if they were to accumulate more Demonic Energy and grow in power, they would sprout more tails, eventually growing up to nine where they were considered to be as powerful as a god. Hōrō's family lived in a village that was centered around a vixen faith, her mother was the god of their religion, and she would often bless the people of the village by dumping excess Demonic Mana into them. Hōrō herself was sometimes assaulted by the men who were affected, but she didn't really mind.
She physically couldn't.
...
Anyway, Hōrō could never seem to decide on who to marry, always wanting to play with several people at a time and never actually having a favorite among the village, much to the skepticism of her parents and the joy of the villagers. Another thing she was adored for was her curiosity. Though her love for fooling around surpassed all other interests, her love for knowledge came at a very close second, and she would always find her eyes trailing back to the library whenever she had been 'satisfied' by the townsfolk.
That was until the Demon Realm that was her town spread a bit too far and ended up catching the attention of the Amanomiya Clan. The clan was a notorious group of Monster Slayers that had existed for generations, with only a single individual passing down a successor while the rest became branch families. They were known across the continent for being brutal and efficient, rumors claiming that they would occasionally manage to kill a Ryu or even an Otohime, often causing clan-members to gain the title of 'Heretics' and 'Iconoclasts'. The clan was originally founded by a man named Amanomiya Gurou, who was said to be cruel and violent in his kills, his hatred of Monster Girls expressed by the fact that he would leave nothing behind other than a pile of dismembered guts and viscera. It is said that the Zipanguese word 'グロい' (Gorey) and the Western word 'Gross' were named after him.
Hōrō's village was attacked at night, and by the time she knew what was happening, half of the village was dead. Even the most powerful blessed ones of the village couldn't hope to stand up the hatred of the Amanomiya soldiers, everyone found themselves being reduced to purple smears on the streets. Hōrō found her parents dead with hundreds of shivs sticking out them, giving them the appearance of metallic porcupines. The young Inari absorbed the remaining Demonic Mana that was in her mother's corpse, causing her to sprout eight tails. Fear and sorrow was such an unfamiliar feeling for her, and yet her body reacted to it as if it was on autopilot, swiftly guiding her out of the village and away from the aggressors.
She felt waves of devastating emotions hitting her. Fear from the attackers that gazed at her with disgust. Sorrow for her parents and all her friends. Anger at the attackers for taking it all away. And yet, there was one emotion that burned brighter than any of them.
Curiosity.
Unlike the rhetorical 'WHY!?'s that typically came out of a person's mouth whenever their loved ones get murdered, the 'Why?' that came out her's was a genuine question that seeked an answer. 'Why was the Amanomiya Clan attacking? Why did they kill her friends and family in such grotesque manners? Why did they say the word 'Rapist' as if it was a bad thing? What could her people have done that drove them to such hatred and rage?' So many questions rose up, but Hōrō wouldn't be able to find the answers in Zipangu, not without constantly running from the Amanomiya Clan.
Which brings us back to why she was here.
Although the animosity that humans had towards Monster Girls was a lot more prevalent in the Western continent, there weren't many groups that were nearly as bloodthirsty as the Amanomiya Clan back in Zipangu. Thus, Hōrō believed that she would have an easier time asking questions without immediately being attacked.
Speaking of which, the young man from earlier was now getting attacked by a Blue Slime. Hōrō walked closer and saw that the Slime Girl was enthusiastically attempting to tear off the man's clothes while said man angrily thrashed around in order to slap away the Slime's tentacles, all the while struggling to preserve whatever dignity he had left. From these observations, Hōrō was able to accurately deduce that this man did not want to be raped.
While she could easily throw the Slime off, she didn't want to use violence if she didn't need to, so she attempted the diplomatic approach.
"Oi、you there。" Hōrō said to the Slime in a stern but gentle tone of voice.
The Slime's head rotated a full 180 degrees in order to face the Inari. "What." The blue girl said, her face expressing mild annoyance.
"Can't you see that he doesn't want to mate？" Hōrō remarked, gesturing at the man who wasn't feeling very hygienic about his slime-covered clothes. The only thing he seemed mildly glad about was the fact that the Slime had temporarily paused her assault.
"So what?" The Slime girl replied, already getting impatient. "I'm hungry, and eating fruits is boring."
"Oh、 of course、 I understand the feeling。" The fox replied in tandem. "But don't you care about what he wants too？ Wouldn't it be so much better if he was willing？"
Irritation was boiling up in the Slime's body, both figuratively and literally as Hōrō could see bubbles forming and bursting on the blue girl's surface. "What's your point? He'll be willing when I'm done. Besides, I'm not hurting him." The Slime looked ready to go back at the man, but Hōrō decided to continue pestering.
The Inari leaned down to the Slime's height. "Humans struggle when they suffer、 because suffering is bad。 And yet、 they also struggle when you love them against their will。" She leaned in closer. "Wouldn't that mean、 that there must be something about rape that is bad？"
The Slime paused again and sighed, an action that should have been impossible since slimes don't have lungs, but Demonic Energy solves everything. The blue girl made of jelly turned her face back to the vixen preacher, staring with twitching eyes.
"Have you tried maybe talking to him first？ Maybe he would be willing if he got to know you better。" Hōrō said, oblivious to the slime's rage. She then pulled out a book relating to communication. "If you don't know how to talk to a human、 I can teach you about some-"
The Slime appeared to have reached her limit on tolerance, as she grabbed the man violently and threw him toward Hōrō, causing the man to make a pained sound while the Inari only flinched. "Look, you can have him, I don't care anymore. Just leave me alone and don't talk to me ever again!" The Slime yelled, before proceeding to slither away like water down the drain.
There was an awkward moment of silence, but eventually Hōrō remembered the man that been thrown at her. She looked down to see him dizzy from the impact and struggling to get up. The Inari knelt down and offered him a hand, in a relatively innocent manner as opposed to the suggestiveness that was usually present with other 'helpful' Monster Girls.
Truth be told, the reason she had worded it as 'Something about rape that is bad', was because Hōrō herself didn't actually know what it was. As far as she knew, rape didn't hurt, and it would always end up in the victim wanting more in the end. Perhaps she would never understand what the problem was.
But she could still try, right?
[Undertale: Last Breath] Menu Theme
by SANSational on Soundcloud
Joseph Kudgel sat on an old rotten tree trunk that he had just ripped out of the ground. He wondered what kind of sapling he should plant in its place.
It had been a long time since he had been levied into Hero service, and as much as he hated it, it was probably the best thing that ever happened to his town. He remembered back when he was just a young little village lad, a letter arrived in his mailbox telling him that he needed to go and visit Lescatie for induction into it's military. It was in that large city where the Chief God pumped him full of those divine steroids called 'Blessings'.
After a few years, Joseph was allowed to return back to his village, where it became obvious how much his training had changed him. He now had the power to farm for three consecutive weeks at a time both day and night without getting tired, all the while carrying boulders and melting them into slag just to repair the cracks on the roads. There were of course times where he would be called back to serve again, but he was much freer than any of the Heroes born in Lescatie due to his peasant-ancestry giving him low political value.
Attacks on his village also became rarer, especially after that one time a Werewolf attempted to kidnap his younger brother. Joseph came running, furiously ripping large trees out of the ground before proceeding to hurl them like throwing knives. The expression on that Werewolf's face was priceless, and it only took her a second before deciding that being alive was better than getting laid, running away at full speed and likely warning her sisters to never go near that village unless they wanted a face full of tree branches being thrown at bullet-speed.
That didn't mean the other villages were safe though.
Which was precisely why Joseph had hopped off of the massive tree trunk, reminding himself to re-plant the tree later. A week ago, he received a message telling him to get ready for an expedition, supposedly a nearby town had been converted into a Demon Realm overnight, and it needed to be exterminated before it could spread. Since it was a very recent occurrence, it was likely that the Demon Realm was still weak and destroying it now would cause its influence to dissipate.
Joseph approached the town's entrance, and found a large group of soldiers waiting for him. There were Squires, Knights, Archers, Bards (wait what?), Mages, and even a Hero or two. Joseph recognized quite a few of them, having fought by them in previous expeditions against several other Demon Realms. Introductions were exchanged with the new members, followed by a briefing on their mission, and finally the start of their expedition as well as the 'good luck's sent by the people of the village.
Joseph and his men approached the Demon Realm, many of the newbies anxious as this was their first expedition. For the veterans however, this was just another business day. Demon Realms came in many different varieties, such as the Bright Green Demon Realms, which blended in with the environment in terms of appearance and lulled any trespassers into a false sense of security, corrupting them without them even knowing what was happening. The one that the group was approaching however was a Dark Demon Realm, a more common type that were typically known for being...dark...(creative, I know).
It was similar to all the other realms he had destroyed. The sky and sunlight was blocked out inside the dark space, and nearly everything was gaining a sickening purple texture. The group stepped through the border that separated the clean soil from the unhealthy corruption, watching as the environment changed around them. The veterans weren't bothered by it, but the newcomers to the team observed the realm with a cautious curiosity, having never seen such a bizarre world before.
After traveling for a few minutes however, Joseph realized something was wrong.
When an individual steps into a Dark Demon Realm, they would immediately be affected by the Demonic Energy in the form of mild but insidious feelings of warmth, comfort, and safety. But instead of these sensations that threatened to slow down his thoughts, Joseph felt himself getting anxious and dreadful. This wasn't the only thing that felt different about this Demon Realm. The glow that normally permeated throughout the realm seemed to be a closer tinge to red rather than purple. And now that he noticed it, there wasn't a single animal or Monster in sight.
Something was very wrong.
The Hero ordered his men to slow down and stay cautious, all the while getting one of the White Mages to cast a realm-wide scanning spell to search for any Monsters. As the spell was getting revved up, Joseph saw that the soldiers were all sweating, and it wasn't from heat, it was from fear and anxiety. It didn't help that the realm was getting considerably darker than normal, and the Orderite felt that he may need to create a light-source in order to see. But it was at that moment that a Monster was spotted, as a large tentacle emerged from the darkness and impaled the White Mage.
Literally impaled her.
Through the chest.
Blood.
Underterror OST - Absolute Megalo
by Legenday on Youtube
Shock, as well as a thousand thoughts ran through Joseph's head as the White Mage screamed. Throughout his experiences, Joseph got a very good grasp on the behaviors of Monsters. They were non violent, and only attacked if they felt their own life was being threatened, and even then they would rarely end up killing anyone. But the Orderite saw several other tentacles sprouting from the darkness, and he could see that they were actively trying to kill his comrades. Those tentacles were not like the ones he saw in previous expeditions; too large, covered in sharp spikes, too bloody, they were designed not to pleasure, but to torture.
He was only stunned for a second, but that one second was enough for half his team to be wiped out. The spiny tendrils moved at ludicrous speeds, outpacing Joseph's ability to even blink as the organic torture devices snatched up one squire after another, either choosing to snap their spines or impaling them with spikes. Blood, guts and limbs flew everywhere, a scene of violence and gore that Joseph had never once witnessed in any fight with the Monsters. Even as he fought and desperately tried to save his comrades, Joseph could hear all the screams and crunching of bones. The Hero's most powerful attack did little but put a mild scorch mark on the tentacles.
Speaking of which. The tendrils all seemed to be coming from a single point within the darkness, and judging by the rate at which they were coming, that single point was getting closer. When it looked like the rest of his team was adapting and fighting back, a glowing red beam shot out from within the darkness. At first it seemed that the laser missed, but when he saw where the beam hit, he saw that the ground began to crackle and overheat with energy-induced pressure. The ground shook and bent like twisting tectonic plates, and before anyone could react, that portion of the ground erupted, reducing all standing above it to ashes.
Joseph was the only one left, surrounded by corpses and organs, while he found himself constricted by a large spiny tentacle. There was nothing he could do to escape the crushing grip of the giant psuedo-arm, his strength that could carry boulders and hurl trees was somehow meaningless against this foe.
Eventually, the great mass that was the source of the tentacles drew near and finally revealed itself. In front of Joseph was a gigantic, glowing, eyeball. The eye had a molten red glow throughout it all, but the single slitted pupil in the middle had a black emptiness that drained all color like a black hole. From the eye, a deep, masculine voice came.
"Tell me, young Orderite. Are you scared? Terrified? Mortified?"
The voice sounded fiery, like it was being spoken by a volcano that was breathing out ashes. It carried not a single bit of the seductive tone that a Monster had, it instead carried authority and sadistic glee, like that from a tyrannical king. The eye didn't let Joseph answer verbally, it seemed that it could somehow 'see' into his thoughts.
"Of course you are. Good. That is the correct reaction to a Monster." It spat out that last sentence with poison, as if it was recalling a distasteful memory.
"W-what-" Joseph tried to speak, but one of the spikes on the tentacle that held him extended and wrapped around his throat, blocking the flow of both air and words.
"What am I you ask? That's very sad, to think even a Hero doesn't recognize a real Monster anymore." It said in disappointment, but quickly perking up. Joseph could somehow feel the creature smile despite its lack of face. "But, I suppose I am a very special case. I am Annihilanth, the destroyer, the malevolent observer, the dominator, the true demon lord." It said with pride.
The giant eye's pupil expanded, opening up and revealing thousands of sharp teeth. From the eye-mouth came hundreds of prehensile, nerve-like tongues. As Joseph was dragged in, he heard one last sentence that was spoken in a somberly tone.
"The last of my kind..."
Author's Note: Tell me what you think about that last part.
Not gonna lie, I wanted to write a lot more for Druella's segment and ATTEMPT to make her more sympathetic, but there's only so much that I can do for a character that I hate.
Hōrō is my attempt at making a "Good" MG without making them act totally out of character as an MG. Keep in mind that her emission of Demonic Energy is still going to be problematic, even if she's better at controlling it. (Note: I am well aware that "放浪説教者" is not actually a name, japanese or otherwise. I just wanted some symbolism). I also want to use her in order to show how fucked up an MG's thought process is.
Anyway, reviews.
undefinedforever: This kind of fic is rare. I'm not quite sure what soft retcons happened, but I will watch this either way.
But I have to ask, will there be antagonists other than MG's? Because I don't think I can believe in a completely 'good' humanity.
From what I understand, the soft retcons was KC making an alternate universe where the MG's aren't as awful (example: Monsterization actually requires the human's consent)
This story will also have MG protagonists, It's for you to decide who the antagonists are. Even though this is a Hate-fic against the Monster Girls, I want to design it in a way so that you can be biased and sympathetic for literally any character (*sigh* yes, even Druella (If you're looking for a human that is blatantly evil, then Noitcelfer from chapter 1 is a good candidate)).
Though in my opinion, Demonic Energy itself is the only true villain.
J.B Goomba Soldier44: Pretty interesting take on the setting, but don't let any of the haters get you down. Even KC himself said that MGE is more of a sandbox setting. Though, since you are using the prerecon setting, I guess that means it won't include all of interesting stuff KC included since, like the Sabbaths
Glad you like my take on the setting. And yeah, KC pretty much confirmed that MGE is a 'make your own headcanon' story similar to SCP Foundation. As for the new stuff KC included, I could try and add it in provided it fits with this depiction of the setting.
JaphetSkie: The soft reboot sucks. The grimdarkness of the old version is much, much better since it shows gray and gray morality, not black and white.
I agree. One of the things that made me like MGE so much was the fact that KC had written a setting more grimdark than the Cthulhu Mythos, BY ACCIDENT. The fact that humanity was a punching bag of both the MGs and the Gods made it so regardless of which side you took, you were fucked. Ironically, the sex was actually the most boring part of the setting (Disturbing if you bothered to read any of the 'Fallen Maidens' stories).
Anyway, thanks for reading, I hope to see you in the next chapter.
Sincerely, The Author.