Near Five Month without Updating.

Damn in the anime Guts is damn badass manly as ever, he run downward from a tower thrusting his sword and pierce damn motherfucker of Mosgus.

Damn that Miura knows how to make a cliffhanger now we must wait possibly the same length of time for them to reach Elfheim.

And now a Berserk Game with dynasty warrior mechanics I would have preferred it were like Ninja Gaiden. And I have to say Guts in Berserker Armor is Monster his move set reminds me of Devil May Cry.

And Yes I renamed the story to, Irony: Second Chance or The Bastardized Joke?

Remade the summary

Chapter word count: 7,480

Disclaimer I don't own anything just my OC and Setting.


During the centuries after the last human drew breath, the world of monster started to suffer changes, which our progeny and mates were not influenced by it, which is between positive productive and concerning negative which were varying from degree to the generation and to the species.

But what were the changes? Well let's start with the positive side -as our dear demon lord (Her soul be blessed.) who had a policy "Don't Worry, Be happy."- Our daughters took a step forward from harassing and mindlessly seeking sex from whoever had sword between their legs, to start taking careers which as the changes varied from species and generation its application also varied from, defense of state; to administrative duties; to research. They applied to more works than previous in generations they refocused that inextinguishable libido into a competitive drive for success in what they wanted to do… they became ambitious.

Thus, here is where it underlies the concerning negative, their drive.

We suspect this change came because the mere concept of being monsters… is to hunt/kill humans even after our great lord change our ways long ago -from seeking for human's death to seek human's love-, but regardless of her efforts and schemes for utopia, the purpose of the monsters had already been sculpted so deep to the core of their basic existence to be replaced by the whims of lord-or at least Is the theory of many scholars now day.

The point is that humans were part of the purpose monsters exist for, monster were meant to seek/hunt them to the bitter confines of this world, but now with them gone forever their obligated to either die for their primitively or move on, they pick the later.

They shall focus the same way that humans once did… their ambition-ironically a part of their blood ancestry is human.

So they turned what their stubborn drive to stubbornness-of the worst degree- and will not stop until they get what they want. Thus, they become the spiritual successors to the human's want… but with even less issues to ensure their goals.

Piece of paper wrote by patriarch incubus salvaged from the ashes from the ruins of a palace after the War of the Daughters.


The Foreign Language of an Indecent Proposal Part 3

In a morning just like any other average morning, cold and quiet, a treehouse could be seen at the outskirts of town. This treehouse was the home of the only doctor-certified- near town. It was a beautiful morning… or at least it was.

As it always happens similarly during the nights when there is any sport the doctor fancy to put bets on. This cold morning was anything but quiet. As the sounds of rock being pulverized echoed through the still open-down- front door entrance along cursing swearing blasphemous things.

And what was the ruckus inside? That dares to turn down the calmness of the morning? Well… Inside this tree house, where drums made of stone resound as they were been hit not once hard but twice harder to be loud enough to wake those in the embrace of Morpheus or at gates the Hades- or possibly break the drums themselves.

There, in this very morning, at this very moment… a duel of nakedness and masters makeshift weapon was taking place inside the medical wing of a treehouse owned by an ill temper immature witch-doctor who in a tantrum likes to trash things around, when upset, that was practically clean yet trashed down –ironically- not by her hands in one of her tantrums.

The duelers-referred to the duo moisture in sweat and swearing fighters- as explained were naked and with makeshift weapons resembling a glorified old Greek painting which showed only naked men struggling against foul beast, one horse lady holding a piece of wood that once was part of the bed like if were a weapon for mounted fighters, the other was one eyed man, naked, yes, holding what it seemed to be a serum, like if were a knife meant to stab.

The reasons behind the conflict were, one of pride and making the other take responsibility for his actions, while the other is fighting in self-defense.

Their naked dance was like this: she charged whirling her weapon meanwhile he jumped while strained to out of the way possibly to another bed making the outmost possible to not stumble or being strike by the horse lady while to leaving obstacles behind him for her to stumble across.

In other words their naked dance was one meant to put upside down in disarray the entire wing and possibly the entire house. While the horse lady leaved craters and broken beds behind her just to replace her makeshift weapon, the man deliberately trashed the place. Something sure the doctor wouldn't like to see.

Though their actions should be enough make all the eyes pose on their endeavor, this wasn't the case.

Because we'll force the hands of the clock make time go backward so we may understand what happened a few hours before this mess of a duel happened.

Ten hours earlier, before any duel ever started, all from the point of view of a non-participant and non-spectator of the duel, who is right at this moment in the same room lying equally naked on the floor behind a barricade bed. With its conscience showing glimpses of recovering from her dark slumber and her very first sparks of thoughts was simply… one, "What Happened Last Night."


Flashback

It was a 'normal' night with cool air compressing creating haze and mist; provoking animals to go to cuddle each other on their home and some time making predators rise for a hunt-to enter into a cuddle orgy.

Deep inside the woods that were normally dark where no sunlight nor glimpses of moonlight reached through its thick branches and clouds of green leaves without a single ray of light caressing the dirty ground.

And sometime individual get out of their warm homes and take long walks through the woods, either in search for it the perfect spot to some lucrative activity, thievery, assassination or a special nightly sell, but right now, is just plainly walking through these dark sinister woods like common sensed people walking through a park.

On a dirt road coursing the woods a shining red orbs could be seen from a far glowing on the dark.

Wearing black leather knee length boots in reddish brown, and stepping its long heels on the road, above her boots, a bit above its knees bits over its pale thigs, a black short trouser with crimson petal embroider of both side of its waist and coursing above her tender pale belly above its svelte midriff a skin tight a black corset with silver ornamented to resembles hands coursing through her ribcage and in the middle of the corset a a bat with red jewels for eyes was covering her breast with its retracted leather wings and silver bones exposed.

On her bare shoulder a short tailed red duster with its end flowing giving her sinister aura. And on top of it and possibly more ominous due to it been out place and time a white sun hat with hanging trinkets which resound like bells as she walked through with half of her face covered in pink partially blond hair or blond partial pink hair.

People dressed with the likes, are literally screaming to be robbed, kidnaped and raped because they are so… alluring, so tempting for those type of characters who find thrilling commit to robbery, kidnap and rape… though this would been the case if we were in a more normal and very very much average kind of world, but we're not.

But been in 'not your everyday average world 'doesn't mean that everything is better and wonderful for all-except in Wonderland where one is so dosed up and so high beyond heaven and so under hell that for those people, everything is wonderful- there are still dangers lurking waiting for an opportunity.

But alas that is a topic for another time. Now let's keep track on the lady in red.

The lady in red who was walking through the woods was pretty much doing this out of her daily-nightly- routine.

You see the lady in red-that isn't her name- is courier right now on the middle of a job better say a delivery, which was traveling safeguarded under her armpit. The package, in appearance seemed shaped like a small barrel made out a silver colored metal with a pinkish luster.

What was inside she wouldn't tell neither hint, but what she could tell is that was something her current client wanted her to dearly secure and deliver the package.

Why struggle? Well it happens that the voyage for the item cost her dearly, though money and time wasn't a problem-she is loaded with both- the problem was storing it for safe.

Because the compound is easily outside of its source it decompose at a fast pace. So how does she deal with it? The thing was that of the shape of a barrel, is a storing device, its surface layer is made of Demonic Silver which connects through to refrigeration machinery with magical arrange for the cooling purpose and stop its decomposition. Here is the struggle; the main problem is keeping it running by constantly supplying energy to the storing device need, so the question is: what would be the power supplier?

Bingo, demonic energy absorbed through skin to steel-demonic silver- contact, the demonic silver is a conductor of energy and the source is the one touching it in other words the lady in red.

The real pain in the ass for the lady in red was that supplying the artifact with demonic energy leaved her with the feeling of anemia or in other words lack of red globules in her blood or lack of blood.

Because her species generates their demonic energy through either this ways:

1.) Feeding healthy portions of tasty food and good sleep. Though the food is acceptable she couldn't find any fine place she knew that was tasty to eat 'once I am done here I will hit Olwen's bar for a good meal and booze, that women surely knows his way through kitchen.' And to sleep- an evil grin spread though her lips remembering the day- she would go to piss off the doctor for sending her to bring a piece of possible and tiresome junk by asking about if his team won and then deliberately asking for a bed on the medical wing- 'oh those cots are heaven I would like the doctor to tell me where can I purchase one.'

2.) And an addicting overdoses of fresh blood. Of either incubus-delicious, if is your own men turned by she heard, to this she will wish to have been born earlier-, lesser succubus, succubus-these two are good but not refreshing-, mermaid-sea food is good for health and memory-, Elf or Dark Elf-though it taste good it make her system revolt, too healthy- or beast-men-gourmet indeed. She could push the doctor for a bonus-which was reasonable for all the trouble she passed on the way- after dropping the package, after all that was her only motivation to take the job 'blood' not just any but one cocktail of blood-salamander's with lava golem minerals- seasoned in good aphrodisiacs meant to make ice melt by mere contact with it-would imagine sitting on the tundra after drinking the cocktail no more cold nights.

3.) A heated intercourse with a male-which you will not find one available unless you make an appointment for the next orgiastic event hosted by Incubus patriarchs on the main continent within 1 year of anticipation- or the lesser equivalent-succubus with the male meat sword.

Though most species which are variation of the succubae sub-species can resupply their demonic energy either of these ways, but only just a few of them have the all three alternative option to resupply.

The succubae main species as imply is a female demon which main source of nourishment is through sex with men. Thus the resupply consist in consumption of cum-semen- and other fluids meant to be absorbed during a heated intercourse with a male-though the partner isn't needed to be strictly male, but the partner it just need to recreate the event that involves an erect member which is thrusted in an out rubbing her insides until it shoots load of cum. Though then what that makes a sub-species? Well is a bit complicated let's just say that they are just hybrid female demonkin.

Now for a sub-species is optional-it's also called the fun way- mean of nourishing one's body, though is effective but very impractical as one must waist a lot of time without moving from their initial position until one is exhausted or have exhausted its partner which again more time wasted as one must regain air and strength to walk-everyone knows that time is gold, in the lady in red perspective: time is extra blood cocktail-and this method is to stress relief and being short of time means there be frustration and building more stress.

And she being of the species she is- a dhampire-, well she has a certain amount of pride of not lowering herself to do the heated intercourse while working, which will cost dearly to her reputation- after all she is professional which jobs are well secured because of her reputation- though once she's finished the delivery and collected her price and bonus she could go pay a visit to one of those lesser succubus part timers -the ones with male member between their legs- on one of the Roxanne Street brothels, thenrent a room for a night or two and be in a win/win heated situation until the next job comes up-though if everything goes south and doesn't have the time to go, she can still stay free of charges in Docs medical wing.

Without knowing she was already out of the woods, now on the outskirts in front of a natural lighted tree with bioluminescent fungi growing around its trunks like the symbiont it is while fireflies and spores were swirling around calmly.

Now thinking about Doc, isn't it at this time around when there is a soccer game, said soccer game being a mayor event for gamblers to bet and have juice reward loads of silver in which the doc has probably betted a juicy load-not enough to go bankrupt but enough to make her go tight.

The thing about gambles and game is that most caster type of beings-in this case Witches; Dark Mages and others- don't bet because of the game itself, no, they bet because of most of them have the means to use foresight with the probability of seeing a future or fate itself-which is in her opinion, practically killing the thrilling amusement behind the gamble which is the pending and stressful though of the possibility of losing or win- they don't bet on the game they bet on who sees the real future.

After analyzing all which shouldn't be missing at this time around this night, she now put a bit more of focus on the background sounds which is by every mean… unappealing starting with the combination of words and the hateful and scornful tone behind them "THE BITCH THAT BORE YOU, THE BITCH THAT BORE ME!" thus ruining the peace and quiet of the beautiful nightly atmosphere by the voice of the very same person which she is intended to deliver the expensive -unpleasant-package to.

As it was being mentioned earlier it's good to know the future and all but it isn't exactly precisely as one would foresee, as every condition around it always keep changing, though one can influence it to go their way, but interfering in a sport event with magic or fixing it is illegal-which is paid not so kindly by the lovers of the mentioned sport, who will turn from a enthusiastic spectators of the arena, into the angry army of revolution destroying the regime who did them wrong, by sabotaging and violating literarily the passionate sport they so dearly love that could kill for it- and this is why magic caster are forbidden to enter any sport event as participants-unless they requires the use of magic for the stuff- or as spectators, though that doesn't deny them the right to bet-because is hell a lot convenient.

As the woman-doc- in question keeps throwing her tantrum from that fat mouth of hers making those nearby believe in her as the sore loser she is, the dhampire lady in red keeps walking cooly-though she feels the headache of exhaustion- until she come in front with the entrance and front door of the house. Which she icy cool and calmly elegantly knocks like the refined lady was intended to be-she has reputation and appearance to keep of being of high class, after all- and she stood there until she hears one of the locks on the door being removed and the door knob rotating.

She focused on door now in opening motion expecting a bit mentally anxious to see who will greet her-since the owner doc keeps swearing with F word upstairs. And looking at the door she see that the person greeting her is non-other than the white haired familiar wearing in her pajamas-which indeed looks cute her- while holding a glass of milk-or what it seems to be milk.

"Oh Miss Dracunmove is good to see you so soon, please step in the doctor explained to me if you were to come around this week and her mood was ill-disposed to receive the package at the moment, I should receive it in her stead."

The girl politely greeted the dhampire acknowledged as Dracunmove and gestured her to step in. Though when she said 'ill-disposed' she showed in her eyes certain amusement as she directed them upstairs, as they could hear the words 'cunts, harlots, shove their asses with a broom' and more denigration involving the mothers being spilt from the girl's mistress from the little small lips started to curved little by little into a sweet smile-it would have been sweet if those denigrating words were not part of the reason it the smile was formed.

"Yes I came earlier because I wanted to finish this fast as could, and take the break; also didn't I tell you Falna to just call me Helia last time we met?" Of course giving her name and making herself friendly enough to be called familiarly to comfort of her current client that she is familiar with meant more clients which means more jobs which means more bloo…err money-though she is loaded.

Her quota for the usual jobs is just the standard payment in gold or silver –cash-, when said job is the usual delivery from island to island town to town basic demanded goods and etc, etc… but in this job, which involved just to be a courier, here is the unusual part, needed to stock on the ship-her ship which also served as good to do more business such renting it for merchant to export their goods though she isn't the captain just the owner- with a hundred 120 days provision for a coursing to an islet very near the island of Dantesfones that from here the voyage takes nearly 40 to 80 days counting on the wind and good weather- it took 45 days for her and the crew using the service of some of their unique crew members- an islet which is very near to the island nightmares which is the most dangerous place on the archipelago and possibly the world for even monsters to enter.

"Heh… but mama says I must keep my manners especially in front guests... and besides I must keep respecting my elders no matter who they are." That last comment nearly makes Helia split the ice retaining her cool, serious and professional expression with ice pick, just to laugh at the mockery this runt makes at her mistress expenses-or is the runt is mocking at her (Helia) expenses as well- as the though coursed through she shut her eyes and smile preventing all intent to glare maliciously to this bitch of a runt-shifting fast into a momentarily frown.

She was near 500 years old-actually 498 years- and this bitch of a runt was probably twice her age or thrice her-she have been making delivery since she renounce privateer -cough, cough piracy- business which was probably around 240 years ago probably when the winds of conflicts were ceasing down.

The thing is that she had made various deliveries during that time to doc's mother-who in her book was a good client as anyone who paid in blood- and this bitch of runt was there during that to receive her, still the same-ticking the bottoms.

She proceeded to follow the bitch of a runt to the medical wing illuminated by bioluminescent white fungi with arranged white sheets covered beds the floor made out of white square tiles glistening immaculately clean like the rest of the room, though the walk through the isolated wing felt like a halfway long walk for Helia-possibly the draining exhaustion she still feels for still holding the package has her legs wants to give in and her hold of it seems to be losing a bit.

Approaching the door at the end other of the room which the familiar-bitch of a runt- started unlocking a series of magic locks and relocating a certain arrange of pentagrams and stuff like which are for a) measure of security for non-magical and magical thieves giving them uneasy access, and more so as the magic caster specie's mana supply keep declining, and b) to store stuff that would normally go to waste by a short time margin due to either unstable temperature or environmental contamination, the space on the other side of that door is meant to decontaminate and regulate the temperature of everything it have in stock.

Helia doesn't know anything complex about the topic of magic. She knows the fairly basic a bit of the basic of magic picked up over the years and some of the habits of some magic casters-witches- have regarding their homes location by dealing with their quirks.

Though with so many things running by magic or being enhanced by magic-the fungi light- one would doubt magic caster's mana supply is declining.

It would seem that way from outside view, as most of the witches of this time like to reserve their own mana for emergency and relying on a proxy source.

So what they do is look for a place to allocate their homes very near a unlimited power supply or supplier of mana which are either close to leylines-or dragon's veins as some Zinpagu's priestess and Mist Continent scholars likes to call them- or a place equivalent to a cursed place-haunted woods, haunted house, old graveyard of at least 200 or 350 years, swamps and demon realm or near a place where people often dies, with the safe measure of under clearing.

Doc's place is one of those powered by the tree which rooted directly to one of the leylines of this island, and at outskirt of town meaning with clearing.

Though Helia knows all that, still that doesn't mean she knows how to operate it efficiently without having handicap.

The bitch of runt turns to Helia and narrow her eyes for moment in focus then return to her normal expression.

"Are you okay Mrs. Helia, you seem kind of, pale? Would you like a transfusion now?" The bitch of a runt asked with concern.

A transfusion is something she needs right at this moment

"Yes that will be appreciated; the storing device is leaving me dry of my reserves."Helia spoke in semi-tired.

The runt of a bitch nodded in acknowledgment and opened the once sealed door then step inside. 'There was No: Hey let me take care of that while I look for your transfusion. 'Helia though because the bitch of a runt who did ask but didn't offer her help.

Helia followed behind the bitch of a runt, once she stepped inside there was a couple stairs from her view this height equaled at least second floor. She started walking though the medical wing is illuminated with many white fungi this storage room doesn't have them instead they were illuminated by the blipping lights of flasks, glass cylinder like chambers-The place seemed multicolored by the lights.

Those were bigger storing devices which served their named purpose plus observation, around their base platform are tubes with a roots which are protruding from below supplying energy to conserve something within the many devices on the rooms which all seems to be an eldritch like organ, some seems to be malformed, dissected specimen or some suspicious looking gurgling liquids.

If her species didn't possess night vision Helia wouldn't have notice how big this place was, possibly 10 kilometers long, 50 meters width, and 20 meters tall.

The runt of a bitch stopped in front of a stand and said while gesturing to the platform on it "Put it here while I search for Blood Cocktail."

Helia did as it was told and tiredly connected the device to the stand and the metallic surface slip away to reveal a glowing glass carcass. Within it something made out of reddish or black flesh is floating in the middle, resembling a deformed organ-or organs- as she wasn't sure because it has beat like a heart, inhaled and exhaled like lungs and its most disturbing thing it had many eyes surrounding and under the rhythm of every beat, inhale and exhale, blinked and refocused, like scanning its surroundings.

Helia looked away of the abomination she had to carry and sit down on couch that was nearby. She was really tired, that thing was very greedy to consume a lot of her demonic energy nearly letting her dry. And by thing it refers to that Flesh Vessel- an alchemical/magical made organ.

The process how they are made is unknown but she knows of what they are made.

The material most of this things are made is of samples-blood, fluids, a small slice of an organ or muscle etc etc- of another living being, but it doesn't matter if its monster or animal either one works for it creation-though many of people want it made of an specific things (that is doc case). What does matter is the shape and size. The shape categorizes the Flesh vessel's function and how to use it. And the size measures the capacity of said function.

The doctor happens to have many shapes and size for many uses, Helia knows one of those is meant for the distillation of her blood cocktails.

"Would you like, through transfusion through intravenous or drink it in a cup?" Falna returned with a tray carrying along, 2 bags of blood, a cup and needle intravenous.

"What kind?" Helia asked, as every blood taste different.

"Elf" the bitch of runt answered with a soft grin fully knowing.

Helia wished to say 'do you have something else' but she knew that beggars can't be choosers- especially around this bitch of a runt- so she say the only thing she could "Intravenous." she wasn't fond not of the taste of the elf's blood.

So she took the needle on the tray pierced through her veins while the runt put the bag hanging on (?).

"If you need something I'll be upstairs, also please do not touch anything." With an annoying smile the runt of a bitch leaves Helia to rest with her transfusion.

Helia made herself most comfortable possible closing her eyes while letting the blood infusion course through her veins warming up her anemiac body. She rested like that for a lost period amount of time, until …

1 She felt the vibration on of the basement.

2 Along the sound of wood crashing on the stone floor plus clattering metallic sound.

These 2 things would have been enough to announce the need of getting up from the couch. However it was the third which announced such need, this third was only confirmed by her nose sniffing the air as the bitch of a runt left the door semi-closed.

3 The foreign scent which made the primal of her most dormant predatorial instincts screech in excitement of what could produce such a starving scent-even if she was full she would feel starving at if her nose announced such scent been present.

What is it? She'll find out.

Helia not bothering to remove the intravenous from her arm thus dragging it along, she walked in haste to the door upstairs.

When she reaches the door to open it… she hears the moans coming behind it.

As she hears the moans turn and splattering sound of flesh tearing along flesh hitting flesh like in thrusting pounding. And when her curiosity of the unfamiliar-familiar scent along another new one she's fully familiar with, which finally hits her hard enough to be impulse to open the door.

Then everything is turned red as her eyes where spilled with a mysterious substance of color and the scent of it invaded her mouth with a primal starving expression.

What was in front of her was a man pulling back the black hair of a centaur while thrusting and pounding hard enough to hear flesh clapping with flesh from behind while at the same time the doctor had her legs locked around his neck her thick thighs hugging his face between her legs. But most impacting of all… blood spitting threads construction in darkened flesh sprouting from where once should be an arm.

And each drop of blood from it was like the ticking of a clock that she stared with focus only to the little hand marking the seconds, which for her… was way too slow and way to wasteful to sit and watch.

The last thing she remembers before losing her conscience to her primal instinct, running with her jaw wide open to his neck.

And everything is history.


Flashback End:

The currently conscious Helia could feel her lower half numb with pain. Unable to put herself on her feet all she could do is watch. Watch that same man, who ravished the centaur like stallion in heat, the same man that carried the weight of the doctor on his shoulders while doing her an oral non-stop and possibly that same man who she happened to mess around with his erect pent up phallus -which the mare didn't satisfy-pierced and thrusted no stopping hitting her harder and harder rubbing her inside roughly until it was enough to leave her like a crippled.

Now, that man was dodging and jumping from every furious blows of the centaur -which she recognize as Olwen- which leaves fissure in the cobble stone floor each time it misses with that piece of wood.

Though Olwen was out of shape she still carried the power to break stones, still being out of shape means less stamina-and after the last night- she must be still tired. The only thing moving her is will alone. She never landed a direct blow on him only rosin him.

The man the other wasn't faring better than Olwen as he has some superficial cut and bruises never most rosin blows, plus his movement seemed a bit numb each time he was about to dodge he showed an expression of discomfort on moving- possibly last night took its toll on him as well. The man holding a needle in his hand, never getting close enough to make it to Olwen's neck.

Both the mare and the stranger were no heavy breathing, perspiration coursing through their still bare-naked.

Seeing as both were now still, Helia could foresee it was now or ever.

And true to her expectations the man and Olwen rushed onward at each other. Olwen swung horizontally the piece of wood putting more all the force left in her. Helia assumed because the man sloppy footwork he wouldn't be able to bend the knees enough and in time to crouch from Olwen's strike. An air wave coursed through the room from the force of Olwen swing, throwing some of nearby object on the stands and table which still stood in this mess of arena.

In 1, 2 and 3 Helia expected to see the man skull bleeding being crushed, his neck twisting as it breaks and a dead body crashing a few feet away from a tired Olwen.

Instead of there was tired Olwen with her makeshift weapon hold in the air with her eyes widening in horror as a she looked up from its tip to above… and instead the man's body crashing away from Olwen, there was a man standing atop of Olwen's weapon.

But that wasn't what scared Olwen, and Helia was feeling it within her as her eyes locked the same spot which Olwen's were focused on... his face. That face, that expression that… toothy grin and the way his eye, eyes were looking at Olwen's was enough to cement the foundation of fear the one that lets you froze in it. His intentions were painted plainly on his face making anyone in the position of this glare feel helpless and weak like an insect. To Helia who was helpless unable to move she could not even shout in fear, she assumed immediately what would happen to Olwen… death.

As the man jumped aiming toward Olwen bare-neck with the needle in hand, Helia heard the dirt beneath her shifting and murmurs as if.

Then she looked the door to the storage room and seeing the doctor on her knees-naked- with one hand on the ground and the other hand curled in Falna-naked-'s tail who standing beside her, while murmuring in a strange language, indecipherable words for Helia's ears.

Then doctor shouted in the end of the spell conjuring. Then roots sprouted beneath the floor where the airborne man is. The roots in a rush grew upward reaching the man before his arm was near Olwen's neck, throwing him roughly to the ceiling and before he could fall unconscious to the hard floor binding him to it.

Olwen locked hooved legs give and sit. While the doctor let go of Falna's tail and sigh in relieved exhaustion. While Helia looked up to the man who right was struggling to set himself free, when suddenly he started when a dart flew to his neck.

To this she focused from the trajectory to the other person who she haven't kept watched…the bitch of runt had in her hand a blowgun and on her face that hateful smirk.

"I don't know you, but this has been an amazing morning." The bitch of a runt says still holding the blowgun stretching her arms wide, started walked outside of the medical wing to the stairs. "Once I'm clean we will deal with this situation appropriately. I shall send the message to the guards in town once we are presentable. And don't worry about him waking, that dart will keep him out for a 1 or 2 days."

Every wake female within the medical wing wanted one thing with every inch of their being: to choke the hateful life out 'that runt of a bitch', if it wasn't because everyone was too hurt to even stand in their own two feet to do so they would have do so.

The plans of murdering the familiar will have to wait for another time because they really, really needed her help to move.


In another place, in another time, a few days after, large crowd of people was gathered a across door in a large hall.

Pacing back and forth a crowd of monster in anxious anticipation; wanting to corroborate news. All murmurs that were bouncing on the halls collectively were divided in obviousness between "is it true?", "did that really happen?", "impossible, shouldn't they be extinct?" all of them were speaking astonished of what just happened a 2 days ago in the house of one of the residence of town.

Hoh, but this news didn't stop here at all. The mere mention to a peddler or traveler was enough spread news reaching the neighboring town-sister to this one- at the west most who came were the important folks barging to know more of this astonishing occurrence and some who wanted extra gossip to share in the Sabbaths and Sunday reunions. This occurrence happened once in a lifetime they needed to witness it.

"Who would have thought that a human still exist?"

Many were murmuring all chatting the same thing over, over speculating the many versions they herd and passing them on, this is the most resent hot topic in the island, and possibly later once it spread like fire in the forest… the world.


Sorry for the Long wait I had many things to do as well trying to figure out how to progress this story without rushing it meaning; that I am conveniently forcing Guts survival instinct to familiarize with the customs and traditions of the place, so that when the chance rose he will run for it, while expanding the setting of the story.

Also many more distractions I go for treasure hunting-game hunting- from which I have purchased Demon's Souls in good condition which cost me exactly $3.30 in a pawn shop tax included-in the near future I will find Dark Souls Prepare to Die Edition fight mi macho (my man) Artorias and take his waifu Ciaran while I cuddle Yorshka/Priscilla's fluffy tail and let Quelaag Eat me Whole-and I have to say is quite hard yet so easy if you are not familiar with the gameplay of Souls; as well purchased Blazblue Continuum Shift- again very cheap $5.00 without tax-which for my disgrace and amusement removed the shortcut mechanic on left axis to replace it with an impractical shit called beginner mode which isn't useful for me to make the Infernal Divider with flexible move set-which was in the Calamity Trigger-though eventually I happened to learn how to do it-find myself infatuated to use Haku-men.

My soul feels like being split apart each time my imagination runs in a wild frenzy brainstorm. I started to write another plot bunny which is again throwing Guts this time in Disney's Princesses Movies based on Twisted Disney's Princesses concept art-Mainly KasamiSensei Twisted Aurora concept.

I also got very pleasantly busy –entertained- Reading/Watching:

Release that Witch

Comment: This is truly to my absolute liking though the character is from a modern time stuck in the body of layback prince who is running a harsh territory under the premise of a competition to inherit the throne-with other siblings competing in- depending on the ability you manage your land. To top it all in this world there are witch hunts. The development seems slow though its runs in a good pace and it isn't stuck in an eternal 1st person POV. The story is like, imagine it as a Sims in town scale which your objective is expanding it add politic/power struggle, economic, unforeseen events, game of throne style of backstabbing betrayal and the walk to humanism -or something similar to human rights for witches.

Seiun wo Kakeru

Comment: This one is similar to a Sims but without the perks of being prince and more about community. The Mc is a craftsmen of modern era stuck in the bronze era who has amnesia. Long story short he still has the abilities of a craftsman stuck in his head. Written in a good pace, but the most hated feature is that the story is in 1st fucking POV-I don't like that.

Code Geass: Dauntless

Comment: A butterfly effect with a lot of chapters though I am too lazy to write a comment about it so go to Tv tropes it has a page dedicated to this fic or read one of its reviews.

Dungeon Defense

Comment: Just like Overlord LN and Log Horizon but put in what I would call playing any Souls/Borne Game in New Game +10 or more with all stat reset to starter only relying on the timing and pattern to survive. Its promising have a good start and development, still in the hateful 1st POV.

My Father in Law Is Lu Bu

Comment: Good start very promising title, premise and starting chapter-a man forced to cosplay in Aries Gold Cloth which is an armor made of aluminum with a name which means molester in Chinese and if it's shouted leads to complete misunderstanding that produce being chased by angry mobs and then send back in time which by good or bad luck saves the Guts of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms The God of War: Lu Bu. With all that the author shit the it completely by giving the character a device to return back to his time which by casualty it is fully charged when he is in dire need-which in my opinion is a waste of resource-and helps Lu Bu to survive as miracle worker, though still entertaining.

Oukoku e Tsudzuku Michi

Comment: Imagine the story if Guts had discovered sex a bit more later and then stayed near a decade with 1000 year old vampire who was female which educated him to be a gentlemen and a ladies men who wherever he came walking he will shove his dragon slayer into any women who strike his fancy, still in hateful 1st POV.

Goblinslayer

Comment: Too few chapters to say much, the art of the manga is alluring the concept of goblins though being weak monsters and are sub estimated by all the character-are truly are more dangerous if anyone left one alive just a single survivor of a nest alive- except one of the MC-series namesake- which is obsessed to hunt them down -like the 7 daily meals of a hobbit.

A Farmer or Something

Comment: A fic though short was very heart-warming with such divergence. Pyrrha Nikos finding haven in soul from her conflictive past-the life of a huntress beacon of humanity- in the small farm of a farmer -clueless of her past- named: Jaune Arc. The story possibly came from Jaune quote:I can always be a farmer or something.

Okay let's stop here writing the nonsense, which I consider my necessary rambling-*cough* mind fuck *cough* -and speak of the story-though that would be hard without more rambling.

Anyway the Poll results are up for you to see in my profile and posted the chapters that have been planned.

At the moment these are the Top 20 on the poll: "Out of these one hundred choices. Which of these Monster Girls would you like it to be positioned in Gut's pseudo-Harem?"

1 Dragon 14 5%

2 Amazoness 12 4%

3 Dark Valkyrie 12 4%

4 Cursed Sword 11 4%

5 Dhampire 10 4%

6 Kunoichi 9 3%

7 Pharaoh 8 3%

8 Hellhound 8 3%

9 Demon 8 3%

10 Centaur 7 2%

11 Valkyrie 7 2%

12 Jinko 7 2%

13 Salamander 7 2%

14 Lilim 6 2%

15 Echidna 6 2%

16 Lizardmen 6 2%

17 Ryu 5 2%

18 Kikimora 5 2%

19 Arachne 5 2%

20 Vampire 4 1%

Dhampire is the first from the poll to enter into the story though she isn't in the #1 in votes but she fit perfect for the job of courier. Please give me a review with ideas the many ways I could handle such plot resource.

Anyway as you can see Guts is in a very tough position now that the entire community knows and the rumors spread, he will have to force his creative mind to argue and negotiate to survive.

Next Chapter will be Guts interacting with the monster in the setting and meeting with some of the powers ruling the island. So if anyone has suggestion and ideas on how his character would interact in this kind of situation please leave review. And argue a way to save his neck.

Give me a review if the quality is likeable and what do you think. What do you think of the characters?

Till Next Time!?

PD: I want more reviews!?