This is a bit late overdue, but there several reasons. One internet connection and two I procrastinated, but nevertheless, the chapter has been finished.
So here you go Chapter 4 a little bit of angst, comedy, and a new friend for Luther.
You get what you deserve!
Damn mistake!
I wish I never had you!
Luther woke up in a cold sweat along with the rapid breathing, his body shook in disappearing fear, shifting his weight around the sleeping bag. He was alright…
Slowly caressing the scar on his right cheek he sighed, returning to stoic coldness. It wasn't the first time he experienced these night terrors, the haunting images of his far from pleasant childhood never seem to leave him, and the best response seemed to be an exercise in apathy. A response he used far too often, he regrettably had to admit. All he had to do was go back to sleep again.
It didn't help that the rash on his left arm came back with vengeance, he wasn't even sure if it could be called a rash anymore. He thought he got rid of it with the Spin, but it may only have made things worse.
"What the hell…" There was something new to it…pain. He twisted his arm, stretching it in whatever way possible in a futile attempt to mitigate the pain.
Only feeling the discomfort increasing, the man hastily shuffled out of his resting spot, making sure he hadn't alerted the sleeping Luka and Alice of his nightly disturbance. Despite the number of times the rash relentlessly annoyed him, it never caused physical pain before. Luther crazily dashed further into the woods, rushing past tree among tree, the cold nightly air failing to distract him. He eventually found himself unable to go any further, his legs refusing to move.
Kneeling, Chambers grasped his arm, there was more than just the desire to scratch his arm off. There was something definitely inside of his arm it wasn't content with just staying. It violently shifted, prodding and pushing beneath his skin as if demanding to get out. His arms stretched in front of him, muscles tensed he felt like his arm was going to be torn apart.
The pushing managed to make a sizable tear in his muscles, creating a noticeable bump in his forearm that slowly grew in size. Luther felt all of it, the horrifying pain of having your muscles, bones, and blood vessels pushed open. It was comparable to the pressure felt when he touched the anomaly only on a smaller scale.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" The thing ripped apart the skin containing it, revealing the insides of his left arm and the purple mist that slowly seeped out of the opening.
The being hovered over Luther's opened appendage, showing no further hostile intent towards him, only a curious stare. The man's arm quickly closed, muscles and bones painlessly shifted back into place leaving only a fading sensation of his lingering agony, allowing him to snap back into focus and wordlessly look at this "assailant".
"Chu~"
"Chu~"
"Chumimi~in"
His "assailant" looked to be a harmless creature whose appearance vaguely resembled an axolotl, its head being slightly larger than its body. The being floated with two inarticulate arms and what appeared to be a leg along with the four tendrils of similar length at the bottom of its body. Its head bearded two long mammalian ears along with a distinguishing star on its forehead, eight vestiges emanated from its head: Two above; four from its sides, the lower of which, at its cheeks; and one either side of its chin. Its body matched the night sky with stars and moons adorning it in an irregular pattern. The being's tiny blue eyes stared into the man's grey.
The creature recognized its user… it touched Chamber's left arm, glimmering starlight matching the appearance of the being spread across his skin and his fingernails began to spin creating a faint buzzing sound similar to that of a wasp.
"Chumimi~in"
Luther stared back, the realization of its identity finally hitting him; it was a stand, a manifestation of one's will, despite its different form he knew what stand it was… Tusk
Images of the mutilated roper came back to his mind and the hand he had cut her with was his left. The stand… was also the thing responsible for the atrocity he had committed, the reason he kil- no butchered someone. His brow furrowed.
"You…"Luther snarled, ripping his hand away from the thing.
"You're the reason why I have blood on my hands." He snapped, however, its reaction discouraged any further aggressive action as it cowered and apologetically whimpered in response. It made him stop for a moment and reconsider.
"Oh…what the hell am I doing? Blaming someone else for something I did…I'm the one who dealt the blow in the end and you just tried to protect me…I cannot blame you for that." He diminished, letting his head hang low. One by one his emotions resurfaced like a slowly emerging storm, the ones he had tried so desperately to get away from: Anger, sadness, fear. It all came back to him.
"Why me?"
Luther's leg bounced up and down, his body shook and tensed as he palmed his face with both hands. His distraught was easily noticeable by the stand after all he could also feel it. That was the wonderful link they shared, shared happiness… shared suffering. From this moment onward Luther will never be alone, he will always have someone beside him.
"Why do I have to deal with this? Why do I have to be in this world filled with death and degeneracy just because I touched some shitty glowing sphere in my apartment? I could still be living there…alone and unbothered! I don't want to be here at all! I have to lie and hope no one catches on…what's worse is that the very few people I have met are already suspicious of me! How the hell am I going to survive all of this? …Monster…angels…what ridiculous shit." Not caring about anyone hearing him, his voice grew louder and louder, he needed to went
"And what of my family? My friends…my brothers and sisters have to deal with the pain of losing me and here I am! Stuck and talking with a piece of my very own soul!
"I don't think I can take this anymore…" And with that, the last of his frustrations faded away, leaving him with a somber and quiet atmosphere. You can only bottle up and distract yourself so much until your emotions finally blow up. He sat down next to a tree leaning in for support and took in the cold night's air for several long minutes.
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"You know, it's funny…I used to think my life was pretty miserable, but you never really know how much you have until you lost it all." He sighed. Tusk floated closer to his chest and softly cooed in an attempt to comfort its user. Luther gently wrapped his arms around the small spectral being.
"Maybe, I'm not so alone now." His voice was barely a whisper. The bond between a stand and its user is rather special. A stand was like an extra limb of the soul, an intimacy that could not be compared.
"So…you're my stand?" It nodded.
The answer was barely believable, in his entire life he had never even begun to imagine he would be able to use a stand, any supernatural ability really, and here he was practicing the Spin inside a world where magic and mythical creatures loom. There was still a sense of surrealism within him relating to his circumstances.
Luther finally stood up, he had two choices: either he wallows in despair or tests his new power. Sleep was out of the question, the excitement of the night, if it could be called that, had purged any tiredness out of him. He chose the latter as unenthused as he was about his powers, for obvious reasons, he couldn't just sit there and do nothing, he had a world to survive in…and curiosity overtook him
"Want to do some experiments?" He asked the stand. It responded by sitting on his shoulder, it was ready and eager to serve its user and he felt its excitement.
"Chumimi~in!"
The man raised his arms, starlight once again seeping into the skin, it was not like the previous times he had used the spin. This time he felt the power course through his body, starting from his chest area where it felt like there was rotation there. The starlight reached his fingers and his nails started to spin generating a faint buzzing that sounded out through the woods. He took a deep breath and pointed his finger in the shape of a gun and fired a fingernail out his index finger. It flew and effortlessly slashed through a tree. The sound was that of a silenced handgun shot combined with laser sound from a stereotypical sci-fi movie.
Looking at his hand he saw that the index finger's nail was already growing back painlessly at an extreme pace. Rapid regeneration of fingernails, one of Tusk's strangely specific abilities. He couldn't complain, Tusk's primary way of fighting was using the user's own fingernails like bullets after all.
The amount of control he had was incredible, his previous uses of the spin could not compare, he was able to stop his nails from spinning just by retracting the energy away from the fingertips, although the lingering starlight on his arms seemed to indicate he could a lot more than just spin his nails.
His eyes lit up, his Tusk was different from the original one, and of course, it was! It was easy to see from appearance-wise that they were definitely different. In the manga there was a reoccurrence of a stand by the name of Killer Queen and its alternate universe counterpart. Their abilities were different in a way…
Being careful not to spin his nails he touched the bark of a tree with his starlight covered palm. The same spherical deformities he once saw during his scuffle with the Roper formed on the bark, stretching outwards from the center of the origin point. This gave him an inkling of a clue as to what the main difference between them was.
"You're able to let me affect objects the same way a spin infused steel ball can?" He asked expecting to get a vocal answer from a being whose vocabulary consisted of 'Chu' and 'Chumimi~in'.
"Chumimi~in!" Tusk confirmed his answer by dancing spinning in the air excitedly; it proceeded to guide Luther's hand to his leg.
"Wait no!" But it was too late the spin energy had already touched his leg, it reacted by launching him far in the air like once before towards the night sky, dread-filled himself as he prepared for the rough landing.
"God fucking dammit…" Once again the man landed on his back, causing a considerable amount of aching on his backside, his jaw jittered accidentally biting his tongue. He then laid there flat on the grassy ground observing the midnight sky and lamenting the amount he had to endure.
It seemed as though for every good thing happening something completely awful followed afterward: He survived getting sucked into some anomaly, but ended up in a different world, he survived nearly getting eaten by a monster, but ended up with a death on his hands, he managed to use the mystical force that is the spin and a stand, but he busted his ass doing so. Not that it wasn't worth it for him, but still…the constant theme of suffering following fortune was there.
The cynical part of him told him that this was going to become a reoccurring thing, but Luther banished those thoughts as he looked at his stand looming over him with teary eyes.
"It's okay…" Consoling Tusk he patted its head.
This thing was too adorable to exist in such a cruel place. He thought to himself. I can't stay mad at this little guy.
"Chu~"
"Come now, there is more to be done, no need to sulk here." Getting up Chambers readied himself for a less painful training regiment. From all the emotions that swayed around him that night, the adrenaline couldn't let him go back to his sleeping bag.
"He's still asleep…" Luka looked over to the sleeping form of Luther lying completely unaware of the surrounding area. It took quite a bit of time before Luther tired out from training and eventually headed to sleep, the progress he made was more substantial than the last time he used the spin. He found out his control became far greater after awakening Tusk even without its influence. It almost felt like he was purposely limited.
The man's training didn't consist of creating new techniques, just practicing what he knew: the many ways of firing his nail bullets, from rapid barrages of keratin to well-placed accurate sniper shots, it was a lot easier than firing a gun as there was no recoil and neither did the "bullets" seem to be affected by physics, never losing velocity until the Spin energy gives out.
"His problem… and more food for me." All Luka could do was stare and judge as the Monster Lord devoured the last piece of Luther's breakfast.
"Alice...people normally don't sleep this long." He explained his concerns, the best thing he could hope for was at least a suggestion. Having already gathered most of the camp's equipment, the only thing left for them to do was wait for Chambers to wake up, who seemed so intent on staying unconscious. Regardless he didn't want to wake the poor man up.
"They don't by your standards." She yawned and looked at Luka who was intently staring at Luther.
"Fine…it would be very troublesome if we let him slow us down anyway." The lamia edged closer to Luther and loomed over muttering something about "Dangos". She raised her arm and as Luka's eyes winded karate chopped the sleeping man's forehead with considerable force.
This was not a result the fake hero wanted. The worst he expected from her was a rough wake up shake. He feared what the rest of his adventure would be like if she was so comfortable with the use of violence, he wanted to chastise her but…
"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" Chambers grasped his aching head as his ears rang, he was suffering from likely what was the worst headache he ever had in his life.
"That was for wasting my time." Ignoring his frustration she went back to picking out the remaining pieces of food from her teeth.
Tusk appeared above Luther going unnoticed by the rest of the party present and rammed into Alice like a rocket, managing to hit her arm with its horn. For all of that the stand meant to the Spin, in its current state it had poor physical strength.
"Damn mosquitoes…" However, the Monster didn't react much only narrowing her eyes and slapping the poked part of her body.
"Luther, are you okay?" The purple-haired went to the ailing man's side.
"What does it look like? I just got hit in the head by th-"
"By a monster." His attempt at a snarky remark almost made him out himself. He stopped himself from getting any angrier to prevent any further slips of the tongue, and he could only hope this slip up wasn't noticed by a certain lamia.
Luther watched in horror as his stand flew around Alice angrily as if swearing for eternal revenge for this small transgression, but breathed a sigh of relief as he called it back to him. Only stand users can see stands. Guess that rule applies here too, or at least I hope so.
"Alright my head still aches, but I'm mostly fine." He looked around for a moment seeing the camp equipment had already been gathered. "I presume I overslept, right?"
"Yeah, you kind of did that, missed out on breakfast too…" Luka glanced towards Alice who flashed a cocky smirk.
"Oh, that's alright I'm not particularly hungry right now." The man got out of a sleeping bag and softly stroked his head, even after the many continuous rapid movements that his training included the only thing he felt was a strange sense of satisfaction, no hunger.
"Based… on Alice's annoyance" He heard a certain feminine 'hmph' while handing the rolled-up bag. "It's time to go?"
"Let's go and uh, sorry for what Alice did." Luka's apology seemed to be all for nothing as they headed down the road leading to Iliasburg, the central city of the continent. Luther grew quiet once again.
"I'm not apologizing for what I did, it was completely justified. Nobody gets in the way of me and my Dangos" She proudly exclaimed, a connoisseur of food like her could not be stopped by some would-be wanderer.
"Dangos? You hit somebody in the head just for some food?" The purple-haired boy asked in disbelief. It boggled his mind, how could someone be so obsessed with food?
"It's not just food you idiot. It's an Ama-ama Dango, a delicacy made in Sutherland Inn…"
Whatever the lecture evolved into Chambers tuned it out, it wasn't anything personal, in fact, a part of him was glad they were talking and not stuck in an awkward silence that often permeated in the air, the last time they were traveling. He shuffled the smooth rock across his fingers. Another weapon, just like his nails, he had not forgotten about it, of course, that would be careless.
Spotting a rather hefty size acorn he decided to test how far his accuracy had improved, he had lost track of the number of times the rock in his hand was thrown that night, how many times he shifted his hand, changing the motions for the perfect throw. Flicking his wrist towards the acorn he launched the stone ball. The sphere flew towards the nut and knocked it down from the branch. As it turns out that constantly lobbing high-speed spinning projectiles can help a person adapt quickly when it comes to throwing. Accurate, though I doubt I would be able to do much with a moving target.
"Luther!" A youthful voice called to him.
"Ah!"
"You weren't listening? Were you?" Luka asked, he knew at this point Luther was a not man of many words and generally a quiet person, but he wasn't aware that his aloofness extended to the point where he would ignore them. It was strange really, he had managed to get into more casual conversation with Alice, a Monster than him. Part of the boy felt a bit disheartened.
"Probably daydreaming, is sleeping not enough for you?" The lamia inquired in a mocking tone. Luther let out a groan, he hoped whatever higher power out there was kind enough to listen to him that this would not become a common occurrence.
"Anyway, the topic of traveling came up and I remembered you said you are a wanderer, why?" Luka continued with his intent to find out more about him. Truth to say speaking with Alice was a bit tiring with her constant remarks and insults, as distant the man seemed to be he did not insult him.
"It's a call from the blood I guess." He nearly choked on the irony of the statement. "My ancestors, parents did it so, why shouldn't I? traveling from place to place seemed to bring enough enjoyment."
"So you don't have a goal with your "adventuring", it's just aimless wandering just for the sake of tradition." Alice was the one who responded first, the skepticism was clear on her face. It all seemed so pointless, he didn't even have a goal in mind! Not that any goal could compare to her conquest for food, but still it seemed a little too pathetic.
"I would call it soul-searching" He wished he did soul-searching back when his life went down the gutter, in place of whatever way he had called drinking and sulking healing.
"Uh-huh…soul-searching?" In the earlier days, her deadpan tone would have wounded him, however, the years he spent forming himself a thick bizarrely comforting shell around his heart proved true to his defense, all her attempts and future attempts would prove useless to even scratch it.
"For an adventure, you're quite the heavy sleeper." The fake hero inquired again attempting to deter the conversation from a potential argument.
"I'm surprised you haven't been snatched up by a Monster at this point, it's very unbecoming of an adventurer especially with your scent." Alice soon chipped with her own snide remark which raised some questions.
"My scent?"
"His scent? What do you mean by that?" He heard how she managed to track him by his scent and the many times she said that he smelled delicious, but she never spoke about Luther's smell, only that weird moment between them was almost brought up.
"While it's not as delicious as this idiot's scent is," Luka swore he could have felt a part of his soul die when he heard the highly audible lip smack. "It is very unique, to keep it short: You don't smell like food, and as far as I can tell you're not even aware of that yourself."
Luther Chambers narrowed his eyes in thought on what that meant for him. His scent was not that of food. Compared to what? Humans. Hybrids even. He didn't understand the case for it. He was as human as the people here, was he? How different was he? Just because he came from another universe he was now different from what was considered his race in this world. Thinking about, it did seem highly likely…More importantly, the question that revolved around most and involved a certain collection of species that he'll be facing mostly. What did it mean for his interactions with Monsters? He was slightly afraid of the answer, perhaps it made even more of a target than the 'Monster magnet' Luka himself in certain circumstances. Would their intent for him be less lethal?
If that was the case then it would be extremely awful. He may not have virginity to lose, but becoming someone's sex slave was even worse for him than the death they offered. All things considered, he would be sure to inquire further into this.
"What do you mean by food?" Luka gulped.
"Oh, you don't know do you? A human scent for Monsters is very much like food. The better their semen the tastier they smell." She flashed a wry smile as she watched the fake hero squirm under her gaze because of that little tad-bit of information.
"You know, at first I thought you were friends when I first saw you, but you really act like strangers towards each other." Her countenance took on a more serious look.
"Well…we met quite recently really." The boy let out a nervous chuckle still unnerved by the lamia.
"I saved him from a basic slime, just before we first met you." Luther deadpanned.
"He almost lost to a slime?" She let out a short laugh much to Luka's dismay. "It was a good decision to train you, definitely wouldn't last long enough to make it entertaining if I didn't."
"So you don't know each other at all and neither of you seems to hate Monsters…how interesting that we have all met each other in these circumstances?" She mused.
"You know, I never really asked you what your thoughts on coexistence are…" Luka trailed off muttering to himself over who his companions were. Alice was loud, rude, but honest, if one could call it that. And Luther was silent mostly, never insulted him, but his air of distance seemed to indicate that he was hiding something. However, if the man had no desire to reveal anything, he had no right to pry if it didn't hurt anyone.
"This something I would also like to know, do you believe in such foolish dreams?" The lamia saw the opportunity for what was another chance to make Luka suffer based on the brown-haired man's reply. What was the chance both of having the same childish dream?
"Coexistence…" He quietly whispered to himself as if mustering all meaning that it had with for this very moment. His honest answer: he didn't care and why should he? This wasn't his world; anything that happens here will not affect his world. Luther's only desire was simple to return home. What happens here doesn't matter…mostly. Of course, he wasn't as heartless as to condemn the world to a dark fate just to reach his own world, he still had principles he stood by, principles he used to judge the actions of individuals and to judge himself.
"I suppose it would be nice, however, it is a worldwide change, not exactly a one-man mission." Chambers chose to be neutral, avoid providing a direct answer. The man was too torn to be dishonest about this
"You didn't say whether you believe in or not?" This caught the man slightly. The monster knew exactly what he was doing and he wasn't getting away with it.
"Not enough to do anything about." However, his response garnered mixed reactions, strange disappointment from Alice, and a determined look from Luka.
"How apathetic…" It was almost disgusting for her, such a stance, to conform to your surroundings in such a way, not being willing to impose change. In the end, it wasn't as naïve as Luka's belief however pathetic it was.
"So that's what you think…that's fine by me, I promised that I'll prove my conviction to Alice, I can promise you that'll I make you believe!" The fake hero exclaimed with impressive vigor, there was hope. Luther may have not actively believed in coexistence, but neither did he deny it like Alice or hated Monsters like his fellow villagers.
Luther cursed himself for saying such a thing, now he may have to deal with constant preaching of coexistence from Luka and he already had both a literal and a metaphorical headache from this world. As selfish as it was he was too concerned about whether he could leave this world, ways he would face the threats that lurk in the future to be worried about this world's particular problem.
By all means, he had considered this question in his own playthrough of the game and came down to this answer: it isn't that simple, a predatory species coexisting with its prey, there might be some problems. There will be problems.
For the man, the problems didn't stem from the human part of the equation, with exception of rejection of the idea, they were perfectly fine. The problematic part was the Monsters, most of which because of cultural and ultimately biological reasons could not exist in such an idealistic world without it eventually collapsing.
Their path towards the center capital of Ilias continent continued until they spotted a peculiar plant growing by the side of the dirt road. Its leaves were a bit discolored compared to the lush green of the forest, and the ground where its presumed roots lay bore a sense that it was recently dug with ground not fully meshing in. At that moment Alice vanished leaving no trace behind. She was aware of the "plants" true identity, unknowingly just like Luther.
"What is this?" Luka voiced his thoughts out loud bemused looking at the offending plant as if it had wronged him in some way. He didn't know what was wrong. It just that the plant felt off… the way the leaves swayed and the newly disturbed ground seemed to rouse a sense of suspicion from him. Maybe he could talk to Luther or Alice about it, they would at least ease his strange anxiety.
"Luther, Alic-"He stopped noticing the lacking presence of one of his "companions". Looking around he came to one conclusion, she had disappeared again.
"Eh…Luther did you see where Alice went?" The boy asked his aloof companion.
"No." In his answer, he said a single word without any further context. It was likely he didn't even notice her disappearing.
"Oh? Um… Then what do you think about this plant? Something is weird about it." The question repeated in Luther's mind on and on. He questioned himself on what he should say as it was the first optional fight of this story. However this wasn't a game, there was no EXP to earn all they would be doing was directly disturbing somebody's sleeping space.
Besides the whole concept of doing something for the sake of EXP seems a bit too sociopathic for my taste and even then what kind of combat experience would Luka gain from this encounter, the skill to stumble around and be paralyzed? The man grimaced.
"It's probably just some weed growing, just leave it." It was more of a command than a suggestion that seemed to make the purple-haired boy even more uncomfortable.
Luther was already ahead of Luka going forward on the dirt road; he would have gone further if not for the ear-piercing high-pitched scream he heard behind him.
Losing control of his body he froze and fell face-first to the ground. He loudly groaned realizing what just happened – Luka ignored his warning. So this is what paralysis feels like or rather doesn't feel like at all. I don't like this, feeling so fragile... at least I can feel my face. Now then how do I get out of this?
Frowning, he heard the commotion going on between the sleepy monster and the panicked Luka. Chambers knew he had to break out of this sudden paralysis and the method he decided to use was the obvious one: try to move. From an arm and leg, he tried to move, getting nothing but a simple twitch of a finger. He had two more remaining one of them was the pure unbridled willpower that is a stand. The willpower gathered and manifested into a familiar spectral figure.
"TUSK!" He called out to his power, a twitch became a spasm, and a spasm became complete control, his stand was floating near him ready to answer his commands. The man glanced towards the Mandragora who was preparing to take revenge on her prey already servicing him.
The brown-haired man pointed his fingers, nails spinning, at the plant monster. Spin energy in his arms raced back and forth ready to be released in a barrage of nail bullets, however, with a sharp intake of breath, he closed his hand and shook his head. The very first time he had ever used the spin involved slashing a roper in half, that image pierced itself into his mind, likely him haunting to the end of his life. He wasn't going to repeat the same mistake, not now.
A less lethal option would be preferable. Reaching into his back he shuffled his hand for the rock he had become so acquainted with only for it to be missing.
That's right…I just threw it at an acorn. He sighed taking into account that he shouldn't have been so carefree with his 'weapon'. Why did he have to resort to violence anyway? He hadn't even tried to reason with the Monster, which bothered him as he walked towards the sleepy Monster.
At the moment when Luka heard the scream he knew he should have listened to his fellow friend, his warning would have prevented this unfortunate series of events.
The fake hero looked to "plant" whose true identity was that of a Monster. She popped out of the ground with a groan of pain, her voice no longer as high pitched. The Monster body which glistened from the sun's rays was stained with dirt still appeared beautiful, her brown hair seemed to take on the appearance of hard roots. Embarrassingly Luka found his eyes wandering around her shape, especially being drawn towards leaves on top of her head…and her bare chest which he had to stop himself from staring at before being noticed. Overall if not for the plant life growing out of her hair the Monster girl would be able to pass off as a Human.
"What the hell are you doing? I was finally asleep too!" She wailed, her voice nearing the high-patchiness of her paralyzing scream.
"I'm really sorry." He apologized and sighed a part of him felt like he deserves this, but a part of him also knew this won't be the end of his punishment.
"…Eh? I can't move my body…what… is this…?" The paralysis finally set in making him fall flat on his buttocks. The Monster halfway submerged in the ground looked down at him. This was a very unfavorable position to be in.
"That's because you heard my scream. It can even kill people with weak hearts" Yawning she boasted her capabilities.
"And it seems I also got your friend." The Monster slightly smirked as she heard a loud groan behind her while the boy underneath her felt further guilt.
"Well, I'll go back to sleep now..." The purple-haired boy would have breathed a sigh of relief if not for what he heard next. "But I'll be able to sleep longer if I have some nourishment."
"By nourishment you mean…" Of course, he already knew the answer, especially so after Alice gleefully reminded him of such news.
"Of course, your semen. I'll suck plenty out of you, so get ready" She clarified already reaching for the fake hero's pants.
"N…no way!" And there it was, this was the third Monster that tries to rape him. Was his action against her truly worth such a response? Luka tried to move, flail his body around, but the only response he got was Mandragora snickering at him as she got his pants off. She stretched out her long tongue over Luka's cock and ran along the shaft ever so slowly letting the boy feel every inch of her slippery organ.
"Ahh..." He breathed out, and much to Luka's chagrin his dick rose like a defiant flag against his mind and the paralysis inflicted upon him from this one action.
"Oh, what cute voice!" She fawned. "Let me do something even better then."
Her tongue wrapped around his member slobbering it in saliva and held it like one would with a hand and began to stroke it, earning many pants and moans from the fake hero who felt her wet flesh. He knew he couldn't last long against her, more so while watching her service him. His combat stamina was high, his 'other' stamina paled in comparison. Luka needed something to get him to stop looking.
"TUSK!" The fake hero heard a familiar voice shout out. The Mandragora paid no mind to it and continued her intensive tongue motions nearing his tip.
Luka's eyes winded as he saw his comrade stand up pointing his fingers at them. Just what was this Tusk? And how did it let him break out of her paralysis? His thoughts were interrupted when he felt his tip enter her upper canal, her tongue bringing him closer and closer to the hot and wet insides of her mouth, the pressure on him increased as she sucked him in.
"Got your attention, did I?" She teased stroking his cock lightly between her fingers. Her assumption was incorrect as her attempts had only managed to distract him for a moment before his eyes reached his friend again.
Luka never noticed how menacing his friend could be despite spending two days with him. Luther was strolling toward them. It felt like there was power behind every step, every minuscule movement, it was as if a peculiar aura covered his body. His facial features were in the form of a disappointed frown, which was strangely common for the man, his eyes looked soulless as ever however there was a ting of determination hidden within those eyes. Something he had seen before in his previous scuttles with Monsters. Just where was this power hidden?
"You..." The Mandragora finally turned around to meet the origin of the accusatory cold voice, her eyes widening into saucers, her distracted state provided a little relief from her onslaught.
This was not possible. She thought. The brown-haired man had managed to break off her powers this quickly. Perhaps he didn't actually hear her scream, yes! That was it! She just needed to scream again and he would fall before her. Clearing her throat she let out a loud screech and whatever control Luka had managed to gain dissipated.
The monster's fear finally came through when she spotted that her scream had only made the man stumble before he continued in his direction. Chambers loomed over the Monster his cold gaze only intensifying, his sweet scent being quite adverse to his appearance.
"I apologize for my friend's transgression, but I cannot condone such behaviour. Please leave before I'm forced to use force." His polite tone did not match the oppressive air around him.
The man gazed into the Mandragora's eyes and stiffened when he saw the quivering pupils, he saw an emotion that was all too human… fear. His 'enemy' was reduced to a cowering mess. He could feel what she was feeling all from a single glance of her eyes, it was very similar to what he felt during his less-than-pleasant encounter with a roper.
She gulped and wordlessly complied. If he was powerful enough to resist her scream, then she was no match for him.
The plant monster rooted out of the ground revealing the rest of her bare body to the surrounding party and ran far away. With only one question hanging in her mind: What did she ever do to deserve this?
His left hand shivered, he could have chosen to shoot at her and that would be it... possibly another death he caused, but this was different. Luther Chambers had to admit, the Roper monster was the least sympathetic character, unlike the Monster that had the decency to give up.
Seeing her fleeting form, Luther sighed and relaxed, the aura around him gradually disappearing. His stand, Tusk appeared to be unwell slouching down on Luther's head with a light murmur.
Intimidation, was the tactic he chose, in many instances simple reasoning did not work with Monsters, they respected strength. An obvious part of their collective culture, their very method of picking a Monster Lord revolved around a test of strength between contenders. I had to do it… as uncomfortable as it was.
"Are you alright?" The man inquired at his paralyzed companion whose little soldier remained standing stiff in the air. The question was more out of courtesy than of actual worry, it was obvious that Luka was relatively unharmed.
"Yes…ah, sorry, I should have listened to you." The fake hero apologized feeling the oppressive air around Luther vanish. Consecutive Mandragora's screams seemed to decrease in effectiveness as Luka already felt his body's twitches and slight spasms dissipate faster than before.
"No, neither of us knew any better." He was careful to add 'us' to the sentence, any more suspicion than he had already earned was not acceptable.
"Haa.." With a groan, Luka finally wrests control of his body shuffling up to meet eye to…chest. Quickly pulling up his pants in doing so, this situation seemed eerily familiar to the first encounter with one another. Alice had finally appeared as well, although in a less pleasant mode.
"You scared her off." She stated. "I would say it would be absurd, but it was a pretty convincing act."
Luther stared down the Monster Lord; he was not going to dignify her with a response either, instead choosing to remain silent. Luka however was perplexed by Lamia's sudden reappearance.
"Alice…where did you go off to?"
"If there's even the chance of combat, I'm going to hide. I told you before that I'm not going to help you, didn't I? Besides, you got enough aid as it is…" She continued with a gleeful smirk on her face. "You're horrible, you know? You attacked that Mandragora who was just minding her own business sleeping and then when you couldn't handle her you forced somebody to help you, truly you're one pathetic barbarian."
Each word pierced through Luka, but he soon found it in himself to defend his actions.
"No, no. She was the one who attacked me." All he did was pull on her, that's all there was to it.
"Didn't you force her out of the ground?" This silenced Luka." And you, what were you doing scaring her like that?!"
"Would you prefer if I attacked her then? I wanted this to happen no more than you did." It was already unpleasant enough for him to act like he would be called a barbarian and threatening someone, he didn't need to be called out for it. If anything he minimized the damage that could have been done.
"I suppose not. Fine, better than her being hurt anyway." She sighed and released a dark chuckle.
"Well, what a fine way of accomplishing your dream…harassing the first Monster you see. You will surely complete your dream of coexistence." She exclaimed, sarcasm clearly bleeding through her upbeat tone unsettling Luka.
"Okay, I admit…this was a mistake, but I will not happen again. For the sake of my dream!" The fake hero declared, attacking monsters indescribably would make no better than those he opposes and is unbecoming of a hero, Alice, however, remained unconvinced.
"We shall see, we shall see…"
In the middle of this dialogue, a question resurfaced in Luka's mind of the difference between both males present. The very topic of resistance towards the Monster's paralysis bemused the purple-haired hero and what of that freighting aura he observed around Luther's body, did it have something to do with it. Now with them traveling towards Iliasburg again, he had a chance to actually ask.
"When I was fighting that monster." He started earning the attention of his 'allies'. "She paralyzed both of us and I saw how quickly you stood up and I was still on the ground, why is that?"
"Something I would like to know myself. A Mandragora's paralysis is magical by nature and can only be broken either through sheer will or magical power. You don't seem to be much of a mage and humans rarely if ever have that much willpower to do so." Her piercing gaze shifted towards them, looking for any reaction. Luka appeared to be even further perplexed and unsure all while Luther remained unchanging, thinking of a proper excuse.
"More secrets? Hmm?" She mused, there were no worries for her, she would find out about them one way or another.
The air around them stilled, no longer drowning out the awkward silence. Chambers managed to observe the surroundings enough to catch the strange glances that Luka gave him.
Luka, Luther and Alice reached a high point where they observed the horizon that was the central city of the Ilias continent. Their remaining journey was uncomfortable with recent events, putting distance between them, Luther growing even more silent than usual and Alice with her inquisitive remarks. However, at least one good thing happened, they made it on time with the sun setting down. Luka reminisced about the very few times he visited the city, it was such a large place with many people, and the home village couldn't compare.
All Luther Chambers felt was approaching dread, doubts began to creep up his mind like spiders and sew their webs: 'His allies' growing suspicion, the fact he might not return to his own world. But most importantly the encounter with a Heavenly Knight worried him, they were one most powerful monsters. And while he was travelling with Monster Lord, she wasn't a direct enemy, and hopefully, it will remain that way.
The thought of facing them made Tusk shiver slightly.
He was also half-pressed to admit that his memories of the events here were foggy and that's what feared him the worst, the unpredictability…
Luther's Notes:
Tusk
Namesake: Tusk by Fleetwood Mac
My companion, in one of my most pathetic points in life it came to me like a beacon of night-light, it gave me the power to defend myself. Tusk is a stand, a manifestation of fighting spirit and a part of my soul. Despite its size and physical capabilities, it is not to be underestimated, capable of bypassing the limitations of the SPIN, and evolving into superior ACTs it is a force to be reckoned with.
Tusk allows my body to directly affect objects or living beings using the SPIN, but its primary ability makes my fingernails spin. Each one individually acting like a fast saw blade, additionally, I can choose to shoot them. There aren't drawbacks in doing so, one of its many weird quirks include accelerated nail regeneration.
To this day I do not know how I acquired this stand. I have not interacted with any of the methods required to get one. All I have are baseless theories on this, despite that, I know that If I ever find myself alone again Tusk will be by my side until the very end.
Luther's Notes is the new addition to this fanfiction. It is the main character's perspective on people, places, stands, and abilities. I tasked myself to add this after a certain review.
Onto the reviews:
- Alex Jones: I was talking about the nameless guest in this case and I get you, man, Damn demons messing with my internet.
- Ayman El Kadouri: Well Chapter 4 answers your question. In the eyes of Ilias, Tusk is nothing more than a "pathetic parasite". It's a shame for her really... If she knew its full potential well...this story wouldn't have been long over.
-Astrogamer: Hmm...Perhaps...
-Imperial Guard 1337: Nice idea, although the reason why needs a horse is not for speed, but rather to have something to synchronize his rotation to. The perfect rotation, under normal circumstances the Magnum Opus of the Spin. It is essentially a rotation that has 100% energy efficiency, something our world can only dream of. It is made via synchronizing two golden rotations (This will come up much later) one created by the rider the other by the horse.
-kirito emiya: No.
Thank you for the support and have a nice day.
