This is not the story of a fake hero wishing for peace, for coexistence. This is the story of Hakan, otherwise known as Monster Slayer and Paladin of Ilias. Before we delve into the most important portion of his life, his adventure, let's quickly take a look at his past before we observe his journey that changed the world forever.
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Hakan was born into such a world that being a human makes you a bottom feeder in the energy pyramid. A world where the common man is being hunted down as prey, where safety for humans only exists within the walls, and at the whims of the strongest predators.
Make no mistake, no matter how high or thick the walls humanity could build in their cities, it would never be enough to keep their predators away if they were bored enough to slaughter them all.
What were those predators? What kind of existence was able to bring down the indomitable human spirit so low? To bend, to break it? Were they made of nightmares, too scary to even look at? Were they large enough to shake the ground with their footsteps? Were they strong enough to destroy entire castles within the blink of an eye?..
Indeed, some were like that, and maybe more, but most of those predators were not, appearance wise they were more similar to humans and other creatures of nature. They were mostly pleasant to look at! Bewitchingly attractive, beautiful enough to hide their ugly nature and their cruel smiles, their allure alone adequate for disarming their prey. To feed upon weakness born from kindness and lust.
These predators, bearing the ominous moniker of "monsters" or, more specifically, "monster girls," represented an exclusively female species birthed from the very crucible of malevolence and darkness. Their existence was steeped in a sinister purpose, as they embarked upon a relentless pursuit of men, driven by an insatiable craving for their essence—be it their life-giving seed or their tender flesh. Their motives were twofold: to perpetuate their kind through reproduction and to satiate an unquenchable hunger that defined the very core of their being. In this bleak narrative, the male populace became unwitting prey, ensnared in the web of these predatory creatures, who, fueled by an unholy compulsion, sought to extract the life force and sustenance required for their unhallowed survival.
Monster girls were stronger than humans, than men; sometimes physically, sometimes magically. As beings born from the darkness, they had the potential to wield dark magic, destructive spells of arcane arts. But what they all shared with their dark essence was one thing: Critical Ecstasy.
Critical Ecstasy was a status effect, inflicted upon any men who were unfortunate enough to be forced to become a monster girl's mate, their prey. If a man was made to ejaculate by a monster girl, regardless of how, they would be weakened, left helpless, unable to move, unable to do anything to defend themselves. What was the fate of a man, raped by a monster girl? That would depend on the monster girl, but one thing was for certain, the victim would be completely at the mercy of that monster girl once he ejaculated. The spectrum of destinies that befell these hapless victims ranged from enslavement, swift demise, and even consumption, to the more perverse imposition of coerced matrimony. In the macabre economy of their existence, these monster girls found sustenance in the life essence encapsulated within the very semen of men—a stark reminder of the fragile tether connecting mortality to the survival of the shadowy entities that prowled within the realm of darkness.
These beguiling monster girls, with their exotic and enchanting visages, possessed a captivating allure that could stir a tempest of jealousy within the hearts of human women. Their appearances, alluring and pleasant, transcended the mundane, inspiring desires that even the most steadfast men with feeble wills would willingly cast themselves into the enticing abyss of the monsters' clutches. The act of surrendering to these creatures, driven by the primal allure of carnal pleasure, stood as a perverse betrayal of one's kin—a transgression condemned by the singular force that safeguarded humanity amidst the shadows: the revered Goddess Ilias, the embodiment of divine light.
In this unforgiving realm, where survival teetered on the edge of darkness, the forbidden liaison between man and monster was not merely a moral aberration; it represented a sacrilege against the very tenets set forth by the Goddess of Light. In her luminous gaze, humanity found the tether that bound them against the encroaching abyss, and the violation of such sanctity brought forth the wrath of a divine entity determined to preserve the flickering flame of human existence. In a world where the seductive call of monstrous enchantresses echoed, the edicts of Goddess Ilias served as an unwavering beacon, guiding humanity away from the treacherous path that led to the embrace of those whose allure concealed the predatory darkness within.
Blessed be the name of Goddess Ilias, whose boundless wisdom and benevolence guided humanity through the tumultuous currents of their existence. In her divine foresight, she orchestrated a unifying purpose for mankind's survival, a purpose manifested through the construction of churches and temples devoted to her worship in every city. Her sacred influence curtailed the unrestrained proliferation of monsters, redirecting their proclivities toward the unwilling male populace rather than the surrender of men to these insidious creatures.
Within this orchestrated tapestry of faith and survival, cities became bastions of devotion, with the collective gaze of the populace fixed upon the divine tenets laid forth by Goddess Ilias. The faithful embraced a shared goal—to shield themselves from the ravenous monstrosities that prowled the untamed wilderness. A harmonious accord emerged as men ceased their internal strife, directing their collective energies towards the singular objective of safeguarding their population from the lurking dangers beyond the city walls.
From the crucible of this unified front arose champions, anointed by the divine grace of Goddess Ilias herself. These chosen few, heralded as "Heroes," bore the solemn duty of confronting and vanquishing the dreaded Monster Lord, the enigmatic leader commanding the hordes of monster girls. Though success eluded many, the valiant efforts of these Heroes kindled a flame of hope within the hearts of humanity. The pursuit of a champion, strong and courageous enough to overcome the seemingly insurmountable odds, became a beacon of aspiration—a collective yearning for a savior destined to emancipate them from the shadows that threatened their very existence.
Such was Hakan's fate, his destiny! To give his service to humanity, to carry the light of his Goddess to save the humanity from clutches of darkness. To fight back! For humanity! For freedom! For honor! For the Goddess!
Dea Vult!
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Hakan was a boy who lived in Iliasville. He did not have a mother, she was eaten alive by a monster on their way to the village to settle while he was a baby; his father had told him. His father was a mercenary, which meant he was just a bodyguard for traveling merchants. Hakan couldn't spend much time with him, as he had to leave him in the village. He grew up raised by a woman who had a child of her own about Hakan's age. It was this benevolent woman who cradled him in her arms, who nourished him with milk, and who bestowed upon him the solace and care that became the embrace of motherhood in the absence of his own.
Her name was Lucifina, her name was the only thing Hakan remembered of her, he was too young back when he lived with her. She was the owner of an inn, the only inn in the village. It was a profitable business, with many adventurers, believers, and heroes paying homage to the Temple of Ilias in their holy pilgrimage, they needed a place to stay.
Back then she was looking after both Hakan and her son Luka. Hakan was a quiet kid, so it wasn't that difficult. He didn't ask for much, but he liked to run with Luka, who was a year younger, to play games until he collapsed, continuing even after Luka himself was exhausted. If he failed that, he would lie down and think, trying to find meaning in anything he sees. He didn't ask questions, he just thought and answered for himself. For some reason, he was never satisfied by the answers of others.
"Auntie Lucifina," Hakan called out to the mature but youthful woman.
"What is it?" she responded, her eyes filled with both maternal care and a touch of amusement.
"Where is Luka's father?" Hakan inquired, his curiosity evident in his innocent gaze.
"He is helping some… less fortunate people," Auntie Lucifina replied, her tone carrying a mixture of pride and concern.
"He is a hero?" Hakan asked, his eyes widening with admiration.
"I guess you can say that," she said, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
"Does he fight the monsters?" Hakan continued, his imagination painting vivid scenes of epic battles.
"Not necessarily. Listen, Hakan, fighting monsters does not make you a hero. Helping and saving people, doing the right thing makes you a hero," Auntie Lucifina explained, her voice conveying both wisdom and warmth.
"Isn't killing monsters what makes you a hero? The guests always said-"
"No, those guests were… as inexperienced as you. They were still young and hadn't learned the most important thing in life yet," Auntie Lucifina interrupted, her expression turning thoughtful.
"The most important thing? What is it?" Hakan questioned, leaning in with genuine curiosity.
"It is love, compassion, and the fact that everyone has the ability to love within themselves, even monsters," Auntie Lucifina replied, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding of life's complexities.
Hakan couldn't accept it, but he also couldn't argue against it. Lucifina had a pretty face, he did have a bit of a crush on her, despite her being like a mother to him, and he didn't want to make her sad. Hakan, many others in the village, and guests that stayed in the inn; almost everyone thinks that monsters are evil and they should be killed. Or at least that's what Hakan assumed, that everyone but Lucifina agreed with him. He was too shy to voice his opinions though. He sometimes wondered what would it be like to have his real mother with him, he felt some sort of responsibility for the woman he never met. She was her real mother after all, how could he just not take her revenge? What would she say? In the end, Hakan did not accept Lucifina's words. Which created some animosity harbored against her parallel to his affection for the woman. He loved her but she also infuriated him slightly with her ideals. It didn't show though, they never fought.
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His life changed when his father's decapitated corpse was returned to the village. He was lucky, for that much of his body to be recovered at all. The merchant and another one of his guards were not so lucky.
As he stared at the empty spot where his father's head was supposed to be, something in his mind snapped. He felt, so liberated, so free, like he was no longer chained, nothing was there to hold him back. His father wasn't going to be there to tell him to be a good kid before leaving for work, he wasn't going to bring him toys, he wasn't going to buy him his favorite food, he was no longer going to be with him. Both of his parents were claimed by monsters, and Hakan only felt free. He no longer had any doubt in his heart and mind, his questions were answered already. A hero is someone who actually kills all of the monsters, and he could not accept anything less. He was going to be a bigger hero than Heinrich, the legendary hero whose story Luka loved so much. Hakan decided that he hated Heinrich as much as he loved him. If he was strong enough to kill the monster lord, why did he not kill all the other monsters? Why did he leave so many for them to ruin his life? Hakan still admired him though, for killing a monster lord.
He ran and disappeared into the forest; Lucifina and the villagers only found him hours later, covered in blue slime, that was mostly a puddle under him and stuck on trees around him. The day Hakan's father was buried, was also the same day he killed his first monster.
Of course, a small kid killing a monster alone was unheard of. Nobody could believe it, they thought some adventurer must have saved him and then disappeared. They chastised him for going to the forest, but cut him some slack as his father just died that day.
It didn't matter, for Hakan went back to the forest to kill more. Violently throwing chunks of slime girls away from their bodies with the energy of a young and active kid who had no sense of fear, arousal, or pity was how he managed that. His mind was liberated from those emotions.
It wasn't a sense of vengeance that drove him, he knew that, though it did fuel his anger whenever he thought of his parents, giving him strength. His father's death was not the reason. He just found his answer. The monsters existed so that they could be killed, don't kill them and you will die instead. A simple fact, as simple as the sun rising and setting every day. For Hakan, everyone around him was incapable of understanding that, being so afraid of mere pests; they would grow as weak in body as they were in mind. Hakan was not like them, he was going to kill every single monster that existed. He slept in the forest that day, without having dinner. He didn't find much to eat in the forest and killing slime girls managed to tire him.
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Hakan could remember scaring Lucifina away. It was another day he spent in the forest, Lucifina had come to take you away? He did not remember much, but she pried him off of a squirrel girl, letting her run away. He threw her on the ground and beat her hard until she couldn't resist, and then chased after the monster girl. She was trying to take some rest on top of a tree, tending to her wounds.
A stone thrown at her head was enough for the monster to drop from the tree and break her neck. He did not return to the village, he was so much more enraged than usual, after making her corpse an unrecognizable mess in rage, he was left so hungry that he started to eat her innards wildly. It was a strange sensation, it was disgusting, and it felt so wrong that he could feel something within him shift, he covered his mouth to not throw up whatever he just ate. He did not want to go to the village, he did not want to accept what any of those weaklings wanted to give to him. Not anymore. And he did not want to go to Lucifina's inn, after he had beaten her up so viciously. Just because she almost made him lose the Squirrel girl? He did not care. He slept on the corpse of the monster. It was warm enough for him. Then he woke up to indescribable pain, more pain than any human has ever experienced.
Ilias often observed her rebellious daughter, who spat on everything Ilias stood for and forsook her angelic heritage, to live a mundane life as a human woman. Her Lucifina, her Daystar, the most vicious, the most violent monster slayer to ever exist dared to call her cruel. It irritated her, but as much as she didn't want to admit it; it hurt her more. Lucifina was there with her, she witnessed the nature of the monsters, and she saw them for what they were in the Great Monster Wars. If it were up to the monsters, she wouldn't be able to find a human male to give her a son that she cherishes so much.
Ilias wanted to believe, she wanted to see her daughter change her mind and return to her side. She needed that. With both of her precious daughters gone, heaven was practically disarmed! How were they going to deal with the ancestral monsters and that bitch Alipheese if they were to be released from their seal? The angels were only decreasing in numbers while monsters were multiplying despite her best attempts to guide humanity. Those worthless piles of… She protected them, she preserved their sorry existence, she acted like a mother to them, and they still fornicated with her enemies like nothing she did matters! She was used to it by this point, not a decent hero appeared from the ranks of humanity since Heinrich, and even he was a thorn in her side that thinned the numbers of angels. At least Ilias could use Heinrich's adventure to inspire more heroes to rise and fight. It was working, more or less, slowing but not stopping the growth of the monster population. Yet, it was apparent, she could not rely on humans to handle the monster problem.
That was why Ilias observed her daughter; because she was getting desperate. She wanted to correct the world, to reunite with her daughters, to get rid of the monsters, and to guide humanity as they basked in her holy light. She had a contingency plan but did not want to use that. She didn't want things to come to that. She was going to give humanity more time, for them to slay the spawn of Alipheese and prove themselves worthy of her love.
As she observed the world under heaven, her daughter's form in the village, she came across a scene she had seen so many times that she felt nothing of it. A corpse was being brought into the village, of a man called Cailean. A man in her late 20s, one of her faithful, a man who did not violate a single tenet of the religion. She knew that, as she knew every single human. It was a shame, the man was fairly strong and had slain a few monsters. He will be rewarded with an entrance to heaven and a personal touch of one of the sexually frustrated lowly angels. That was a good use of humans, to be given to her angels something to keep them occupied, pleasured, de-stressed.
Ilias observed her daughter, "Oh my foolish daughter, is the scene before you not enough proof to remind you that I am right? Why can't you return to the good old days when you enjoyed slaying monsters? How many humans need to die for you to reflect upon yourself?" she thought.
Her daughter, Lucifina, approached a boy, the deceased's son Hakan, from behind; no doubt to hug him and to ease his pain after he just lost his father. Before she could touch the boy, however, he just ran away from her, away from the village. She shouted his name and went after him, but the boy was fast like the wind. He went outside before the surprised guards could stop him. He kept running as if nothing else in the world mattered. Lucifina lost sight of him, returning back to the village to get help from guards to find the boy who no doubt was in danger. In this world, monsters were everywhere, and they did not care if their prey was a child. They had to find him fast.
Intrigued, Ilias changed her focus from her daughter to the boy. He had already encountered a disgusting monster, a Slime girl. Shame, maybe he could grow up to slay a few monsters like his father before losing his life.
The slime slid towards the boy, the boy walked towards her as well. No, he started to run at her. Raising her brows, Ilias continued to watch as the boy jumped inside the slime, only to pass through from the other side, barely. The viscous slime made him lose his velocity, but that was not enough to counteract his inertia, his momentum; leaving a boy-sized hole inside the slime. The slime's form began to destabilize from the sudden loss of such mass, and Hakan started to grab chunks of her and throw them around, not stopping at all. It was a beautiful, very beautiful sight in Ilias's eyes. A boy, a supposedly weak and helpless human, just killed a monster without using any weapons besides his own body. For the first time in her life, Ilias felt an emotion similar to excitement. She was aroused.
Ilias was not the only one aroused at such a sight. One of the Cupids, responsible for observing her assigned human was also aroused. Yes, she was assigned to observe Hakan, as he was one of the hero candidates. Cupids were lewder than their sisters, more excitable, and at the sight of such manliness, raw prowess, she couldn't help but drop down to her knees and touch herself. By Ilias, she wanted to just reward him and gobble up his penis until he made more of a mess inside her mouth than that slime did on the trees. She would be forgiven, right? After all such a devout boy should be rewarded
Ilias, looking down from heaven, saw the unsightly form of her subordinate touching herself, and felt compelled enough to smite her, but decided not to. She needed every single angel, and she could hardly blame the angel when she, the Goddess of Light, supposed Goddess of Creation, herself was aroused. Granted, her emotions were not as strong as Cupid's, and her resolve was not as weak as the low-ranking angel's, so she did not do anything that could ruin her reputation. Even heaven was not peaceful after all. Promestein and Black Alice, those two bitches were observing her every action, and she could not give them a target. Hakan… maybe he had the potential to slay the monster lord. She was pinning her hopes on Lucifina's son, but since Hakan was going to be baptized a year earlier, she could at least watch over his journey should he choose to become a hero.
So, she simply let the angel know that she was watching, and the horrified girl immediately fixed her attire and behavior.
Ilias found herself thinking about Hakan for some reason. Heroes, kings, her angels, even her Seraphim managed to disappoint her. But Hakan seemed promising. Maybe she should ensure that the boy grows up to be strong and faithful.
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And so Ilias watched Hakan. He was in the forest that day as well, "interesting" Ilias thought. "What is he doing this time?"
Whatever he had done the day before was surely some emotional outburst, but was it enough to carry on to the next day? Could his small body handle all that anger and pain? What was he doing in the forest? Doesn't he know that it is dangerous? Indeed, only the weak monsters that did not have to consume humans roamed the outskirts of the holy village hosting her temple, yet any monster can be dangerous enough. What were the villagers doing, letting him out? Incompetents, the lot of them were. If push came to shove, should she make his Cupid protect him? No, she couldn't just arbitrarily spread miracles around. There were many good people that she couldn't protect, if she started to protect a random kid then people would question her omnipotence. After all, if Ilias was willing enough to protect a random human, why did she not protect every human? It would no doubt weaken the faith in her.
The following hours were entertaining to watch. Hakan had a mean side to him. Brutal, and strong. Ilias had never seen a human wristlock a squirrel girl as he bashed her head into a tree. The lock made the monster bend her body, making up for the difference in height and allowing Hakan to grab her head.
"Clever", Ilias thought, the boy was already more capable than most of the adult boys. He was surprisingly strong, almost as strong as adult men with their larger muscles. Ilias of course knew; that muscle mass was not the whole picture. The mind is more important, and Hakan's was letting him hit above his weight.
"Oh Hakan, you can't just dislodge a monster's arm and tease me like that. Finish her properly," She whispered to herself, almost a moan, it was getting increasingly harder to fight the urge to touch herself as she watched Hakan's figure. He was like the embodiment of humanity's entire hatred, their message to the monsters; "enough is enough".
The following moments were not so pleasant for Ilias, however. Her daughter had found Hakan, who was in the middle of teaching the monster girl a lesson. She tried to stop him, to grab him from behind, holding his arms away from the monster. The monster girl managed to escape while Lucifina was holding Hakan back from beating the life out of the girl.
"Tch, you deny others what you yourself enjoyed so greatly?" Ilias was annoyed. Her daughter, her Daystar was a sight to see. She instilled fear in the hearts of everyone, especially so for monsters. She was her precious daughter, her pride. It was apparent for everyone that Lucifina would never return, but Ilias was never going to stop believing, that one day she would welcome her daughter back to heaven.
Then, it happened. Hakan didn't take losing the monster kindly. Leaning forward, she made Lucifina behind him fall before him, on her back. For the first time, Lucifina saw Hakan angry. He started to pummel his punches to her pretty face. With each punch Hakan was erasing their past, their bond. He did not see her as his foster mother, but only as his enemy.
Ilias was dumbfounded, maddened by the shocking turn of events. Hakan was brutally beating her precious, rebellious daughter.
Lucifina tried to stop her, to cry out for him to stop, that this wasn't like him. Her kind, quiet Hakan who would gladly help her out with anything was hitting her so hard that Seraph's life was at stake. One of the strongest beings to grace the planet was about to be killed by a human kid, by her foster son. She couldn't even speak anymore, she couldn't hold her tears back. "Ilias, am I going to fall here? What is going to happen to Luka, to Marcellus if I am not around?"
Ilias hated to see it, all of a sudden Hakan changed from her latest fun to her immediate problem, her enemy. If it was any other human woman Ilias wouldn't mind it, she might as well have said "Yep, go for it, teach the bitch a lesson", but when the "bitch" in question is her own daughter, she needed to do something. Smiting from that distance would have stopped him, sure, but it would also kill her daughter. What could she do? Yes, she remembered, the Cupid assigned to him might be able to do something.
She looked for the angel in question, the girl was masturbating that day as well, starting from the beatdown Hakan gave to the monster that just escaped. But when Lucifina was the one being targeted by his punches, she was too confused to decide what to do. It was still too hot for her to watch, but that was an ex-Seraphim! It would be considered heresy! If Ilias saw her, hopefully, she wasn't focused on Hakan that day as well, who knew what kind of punishments she would face? Her survival instincts won over her usual excessive lust, and she managed to stop herself. As she was watching in guilt how her assignment was brutally punching a Seraphim, she heard the voice of her Goddess in her mind; "Stop him"
Frightened, with many thoughts passing through her mind such as "How long was she watching?", the Cupid overworked her mind. What could she do? How much contact was allowed to interact with humans? It was paramount to keep how much angels meddle in human affairs hidden. Deciding to do the only thing she could do, the Cupid girl shot Hakan with her arrow.
A Cupid's arrows are not exactly tools of war, they are used to influence the mind of the victim, to make their targets aroused, affectionate, in love… If they were to shoot a person, the victim would deeply fall in love with the first person they saw. Since Hakan was only facing Lucifina, he would fall in love with her and would not bear to hurt her; that's what Cupid thought. Ilias hummed, acknowledging the quick thinking of her angel, that was the best choice to be made.
Hakan however, did not show any change in his emotions, if any took place. He kept pummeling Lucifina to the ground until she could not think, until her arms fell, no longer trying to protect her face. She could barely breathe, she couldn't move her limbs in her dazed state.
Ilias couldn't fathom the existence of a human as ruthless as Hakan. There is no way a human could resist an angel's magic, did that mean Hakan could just beat his loved ones as easily as a monster? She needed to do something fast, a bolt of lightning appeared in her hand as she was thinking of ways to save her daughter. Luckily for everyone involved, Hakan just stopped and got off of Lucifina. He started to run in the direction of the monster girl that escaped his clutches.
A big relief washed over Ilias, and Cupid. Ilias knows what punishment she would face if Ilias lost her daughter while she was right there, able to intervene at any moment but too indecisive to decide. She had a crush on her assignment, not too uncommon for Cupids observing their assigned heroes. She didn't want him to suffer eternal punishment or something like that for not knowing who she was messing with. If it was any other woman Hakan was beating in such a situation, he would be supported after all.
Ilias immediately ascertained her daughter's safety, her face was bruised but her life was otherwise safe. She attempted to heal her daughter with no humans around, but the magic that sealed Seraphim's powers just absorbed the incoming light magic, rendering Ilias's spell useless.
"Tch, you won't even accept my help? Is that what you want? To live as a weak human woman? Every one of you is just driving me insane, why do you reject me, your heritage that much!?"
Ilias's mind was a turmoil of emotions regarding Hakan. Was he out of line? Was what he did wrong? Would she feel the same if it was not Lucifina but any other woman who mothered Hakan?
No, she would not. Ilias knew she was being unfair to Hakan, there was no way for him to know her foster mother was actually a great Seraphim. For now, she would continue watching.
Watching him instinctively become a great tracker following blood and crushed leaves and finishing off the squirrel girl made Ilias forgive Hakan a little. It almost washed away the bad taste in her mouth, almost. Hakan was going to be a great asset for her one day. And then THAT happened. Hakan started to eat the monster, raw. For whatever reasons he may have had in mind, the consequences could be dire.
"Oh no you don't," Ilias could not let Hakan's soul get corrupted by dark energy. She was not going to let him fuck her day up. She needed to intervene. The human body is extremely receptive to foreign influences, and Hakan just consumed a fucking monster. His life was at risk.
"By my name, why would you even try to eat that?! Just go eat an apple or something, or better yet return to the village you are too young to play crusade games," Hakan managed to infuriate her without meaning to. He was extremely hungry and spent all his energy fighting monsters, he may not even have a choice left if he wanted to keep on fighting. Maybe he should have tried to go back and return to the village, but that was not a choice for him.
First time in a long while, Ilias helped a mortal personally. She descended from heaven. Hakan had already collapsed, trying to sleep fatigue off, ignorant of the poison his body had taken in. Since he was alone and sleeping, no harm could be done to the faith. The Cupid couldn't take seeing her Goddess before her eyes and fainted from fear. Ilias ignored her, this was going to be a delicate operation.
She needed to neutralize the dark energy before it corrupted Hakan's soul. She created barriers of Holy energy around his soul first. That was the easy part, easy for an almighty Goddess that can manipulate life and create living beings, Hakan's human soul would be protected from dark energy within his own body thanks to the Goddess's magic playing buffer zone. His body was not going to be so lucky.
Dark energy is lethal for humans, especially for males. If dark energy was manipulated a female human could be transformed into a succubus, but that is not the case here. A wild, uncontrolled corrupting energy within a male's body would be extremely tricky to deal with. She needed to counteract, and neutralize it. Worst part? Dark energy and holy energy don't do well when in contact with each other, they act very volatile. That was why both Ilias and Alipheese 1st were hurt from their first contact with each other. They didn't mean to, they learned it the hard way. When both energies unite, they create a different third energy, highly unstable but much more potent than the sum of the other two.
In short, Hakan's body was not going to handle treatment. Ilias was going to just keep healing him until all the dark energy in his system was gone, turned into something else. Whether or not Hakan could survive having explosives running through his veins was going to be questioned.
And so Ilias looked into the darkness eroding Hakan's body and said:
"Let there be light" Beams of light delivered upon him her blessings, to heal, to protect his body just as they were going to cause its destruction at the same time. Dark energy in his body transformed in reaction, Hakan woke up as his organs started to explode, quickly regenerating before exploding again, repeating the loop until there was no trace of dark energy left in his body. It was a process too painful, and Hakan couldn't even scream as he was choking on his blood. Not even sinners were punished this way by Ilias.
"Hmph, I guess this will be your punishment for raising your hand against my daughter," Thought Ilias.
The third type of energy? Let's call it chaos energy for simplicity's sake. Most of the chaos energy was spent, destroying Hakan's body before he was healed to perfect health repeatedly. Any dormant energy resulting from the combination of dark and holy energy was going to be left alone; maybe Hakan's body would assimilate it, maybe not. Ilias would see the results.
"Don't disappoint me after all I have done, and I shall accept this pain your punishment enough for harming my daughter," Ilias stated dryly and took flight to heaven. Her absence was no doubt noticed by the schemers, hopefully, a human boy was not that interesting of a target and would be brushed off as her saving the life of a potential hero; though Ilias was not one to hope, she already knew that Bitch-spawn was going to be interested in him.
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That was a painful nightmare for Hakan. He dreamed of dying again and again, his bones shattering, his organs exploding nonstop. Thankfully it was over. He could swear it was all real, but there was no proof; his body was in one piece, completely functional. If anything, he felt better than ever, very lively. Unbeknownst to him; his body was changed forever.
Every aspect of his body was now slightly superior to that of a human with chaos energy running through his veins. His body now had the capacity for mana production, to cast both white and dark magic. He was stronger, and faster, had better reaction time, and chaos energy overwrote any genetic flaws he had as a human, enhancing his bodily systems and increasing his lifespan. He was no superhuman, but if he grew up he was going to be stronger than a peak human.
There were dangers to this as well, he was living on borrowed time. Chaos energy was already harassing the barrier Ilias set up around his soul. Sooner or later the barrier was going to be disrupted and absorbed by chaos energy, and Hakan's soul was going to be chaorrupted (corrupted by chaos energy). If he were to grow his power by continuing to defeat enemies, however, his soul may grow to be too strong for any influences. Luckily, Hakan was going to keep on fighting anyway. Even if he was to die, it would be long before chaos took him.
Another demerit of having a better body was him becoming a beacon for all monster girls in close vicinity. His smell was screaming "Juicy, delicious prey" to all predators. His life energy would bring a vampire or succubus to climax if they were to drain him. No monster girl that encountered him would let him go without raping him, that was for sure.
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Hakan remembered what he had done the day before. He hurt the woman who acted like a mother to him. He was frustrated with her, but hurting her, punching her? Was this what he wanted do? He didn't feel bad nor any remorse, such emotions were eluding him. Still, he was frustrated with himself as well for hurting her this badly. He needed to clear his mind, so off he went to kill another monster girl with his own hands. Maybe that would take his anger away.
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It didn't go well. Fighting with his mind distracted? No, it didn't go well at all. To begin with, he was already like a beacon for monster girls, he needed to be vigilant. As he half-assed trying to find a monster girl, a Slug girl ambushed him!
"How appetizing! You will be my most delicious prey yet!" she said after attacking her from behind.
Hakan was suddenly on the ground, with the larger girl climbing on his back. She held down his arms, and the position he was in, facing the ground, did not allow him to show his often surprising strength as his arms couldn't be bent in a way that helped him. She immediately began to melt his clothes. He tried to flail his legs, which did no damage to the soft membrane, and his feet sunk inside her lower body instead once she pushed herself closer to him, making movement even harder for Hakan. Hakan kept struggling, he had to do something, anything! He was going to be just raped before he could get rid of all the monster girls!
He kept struggling, he tried to push himself off the ground but it was futile. He did not give up, and kept trying before rolling sideways and finally throwing the monster off of him. Without waiting, Hakan made some distance.
He was naked, with nasty sticky mucus making his moist skin glisten with sunlight. His skin was also more sensitive, he could feel it from the effect a light breeze left on him.
That was close, very close. This monster came very close to raping him. He was too young for that knowledge, but his penis was already erect, an impressive size for his age. Even he could consider the feeling "pleasant", as he guessed, no, as his instincts screamed the purpose of what was happening to his penis.
It took only a moment, however, before he broke from his stupor. Before him was a monster girl, a disgusting being that preys upon humans. Hakan felt disgusted with himself.
"Ohoho, you look manlier than I expected. Your muscles, your dick, I can't wait to cover you completely in my mucus~"
Her words didn't reach Hakan's ears, he was too angry to care what a monster said. His anger fueled his strength, as he charged forward and punched the Slug girl in the tummy with all his power. It had no effect, however, as his fist just sunk a bit into her membrane before bouncing off.
"Useless~ you can not fight against me. You should be a good boy and accept the sticky heaven you will be in." She said as she wrapped her arms behind his head, pulling him closer. The sensation Hakan felt as his penis touched the lower half of Slug girl's slimy flesh shook him to his core. Just that much was too stimulating. It almost made him lose strength in his legs, almost.
Hakan tried again, this time to rip her apart like he did with the slime girl. He was not going to feel good with a monster! Never!
He sunk his hands deep inside the exposed flesh, grabbing two handfuls of the mucus membrane he ripped them apart from her body. The slug girl reflexively hit him, throwing Hakan off of her, and screamed; in pain first, then in anger:
"Aaaagghhhh! You will pay for this you little shit!"
Hakan noticed how her body and her arms were as soft as she was down there after getting hit. It did hurt, though he could still understand her arms were as vulnerable as her other parts. She can't be invincible, Hakan thought. He ran up to her once more, and ducked under slug girl's punch, immediately jumping sideways to avoid her lower body making a move on him. He grabbed her arm with both hands and started to run while holding her. Slug girl, in her anger, kept sliding after him as she was getting pulled. Hakan tried to yank her arm off of her body, though it was not that easy to do so while running, especially when he didn't want to be grabbed. If his body came into contact with hers, things could go bad. Naturally, he failed. He quickly let go of her and kept running, slug girl quick in chase followed after him.
He grabbed a long stick from the ground and turned around to face the monster. He stabbed her face with it, stopping the monster in her tracks. He got as close as he could before the resistance of her soft face made it impossible to push the stick further in. In the end, it still did not do any real damage. Hakan, holding the stick with two hands now, pushed the stick to the edge of her face. It took all his strength as he finally let out his voice, he roared and tore apart the monster's cheek.
The monster screamed and recoiled in pain, yet Hakan did not show any mercy. The monster gave a lot of openings, and Hakan stabbed her in her throat, this time pushing it forward. The monster grabbed the stick, trying to push it back. As strong as Hakan was, he was not that strong yet. The monster pushed it away, and Hakan dropped the stick.
He went after a tree with a branch within his reach to help him climb. Slug girl slid after him in total hatred and anger. She really shouldn't have if she wanted to survive as Hakan jumped on top of her from the tree and as her body cushioned his fall, Hakan's weight and intentional targeting of her neck with his arms snapped her head away from her body, finally ending the encounter with monster's death.
That was close, very close, and yet ended with another monster girl dying against him. He was naked, and a subsided erection suddenly returned after sinking deep into the slug girl's body. He rolled off of her corpse. He was completely covered in mucus. It felt disgusting.
Maybe it was divine intervention, or a helpful Cupid just had a crush on him, but he heard a sound in some distance. Whether an animal to hunt, a monster girl to kill, or a human to help him, he followed the sound and found a river, finally a place to wash himself. He quickly threw himself into the water, cleansing his body from monster filth. The Cupid assigned to him was rewarded with a sight of her favorite human bathing, his body naked, Cupid could see the muscles forming on his small frame. In the short time he spent in the forest, he got quite stronger. Perhaps it was because this world functioned in a way that victors of a battle grew stronger, or maybe it was because of the chaos energy within his body which no doubt absorbed some dark energy from his latest monster encounter.
As he got out of the river, it hit Hakan that being naked and wet was very cold. He had no clothes to wear or means to dry. His mind shrugged it off but that couldn't be healthy, he knew that much because Lucifina often chastised him, to properly dry off after a bath, to always wear something else he would catch a cold, etc…
Lucifina… would she forgive him? Or not? It didn't matter, it shouldn't matter, but Hakan found himself caring. For some reason, he cared about Lucifina a lot. Moreso than before his father's headless corpse was brought to the village. He decided to walk back to the village, he didn't want to accept it but he was hungry and cold and naked. He at least needed clothes from the village. And so Hakan walked, back to the village, after having killed a few monsters in his escapade. Cold made him shiver even if he tried to ignore it. Luck be it, within minutes on his walk back to the village, he came upon a campfire with a red-haired woman who had cold red eyes sitting beside it. She gestured for him to come closer. And so, Promestein delivered humans fire once more.