Title: Dealing with the bloodsucker.
Alt Title: God damnit Peroroncino
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I'm sick with Covid. This sucks.
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I know this took a while to make. But I put like, 30% of my creative energy into the Kitsu story, 15% into DnD, and the rest into corralling the ramblings of my ADHD addled brain. FUN FACT! I'm a statistical anomaly! The average daily dose of medication an adult takes for ADHD is 20-30 milligrams. I take 72! They don't even make pills for that! I take two doses of 36 every morning. And yes, it's what my doctor prescribes. And yes, I've had a second opinion on that dose. They both agreed. I'm special like that.
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So I realized I kept the beta name on the stat sheet instead of the official name I settled on.
Oops.
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Dragonofthe: That's okay.
Aren Gisly: More you shall receive!
AllahDeluxe: I'm glad.
Warbird40: So do I! Genuinely have few plans for this outside a few plot points. Like all of my writing.
Jeff427: More you get!
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Also, Doggy D! Why?! That line is now stuck in my head and I can't stop thinking about it and laughing!
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The bloodline won't affect him too much. Just his personality and sensibilities. As well as how a few things will work in the new world.
He does have a full wolf form.
Anyumaaka: see previous replies of yes, there will be more.
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Yes I am still using dots to separate because I still can't figure out how to use spaces. FFN likes squishing my paragraphs together when it's empty.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Worm or any other characters in this work, other than my OC. All other characters belong to their respective properties.
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'Thoughts'
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-Day 5-
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James "Zamaina" Petrosky POV
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So, not even I'm free from the ravages of my mind being altered. In the same vein that Momonga no longer feels compassion or sympathy for those he can't directly relate to. I am unconsciously viewing everything in a new light.
For one, I'm instantly aware of anyone and everyone around me. And whether or not they're aware of me. Two, I see everyone here as part of my pack. And I see myself as the beta to Momonga's Alpha. My loyalty is to him. And I have this sense of, authority. Like I'm responsible for enforcing his commands.
And here's the dangerous one. I see everyone through a hierarchy. Everyone has their place. I'm unconsciously assessing others. What threat they pose, how useful they are. Hell I've started assessing the female NPCs on whether or not they'd make good mothers for the tomb. Or good mates for me.
Heads up, I've never done that!
Although if you're curious. None of the maids have made the list of potential mates. To me they're just. Too weak. The Pleiades are all maybe's in my sensibilities. Except CZ2128 Delta and Entima Zeta. One is incapable of reproduction and the other consumes their mate before laying their eggs and then leaves their young to fend for themselves.
For some reason the thing that appalls me the most about that is the prospect of her abandoning her kids.
Of the guardians my sensibilities immediately punted Albedo off the list. I cannot in any way, shape, or form. See her as a viable mate. For the simple reason that I recognize her as Momonga's girl. I simply can't see her in any light other than the pack leaders mate.
To do so is a breach of loyalty to Momonga. Which is weird because I know he doesn't see her that way.
Mizore? No. She's like my daughter. Aura? No, she's a child. Shalltear? Maybe. She's willing and able. And has displayed that willingness before.
As for the rest. It's a matter of threat assessment. Mare is deadly, AOE is his specialty and my hard counter. Demiurge is tricky, his use of summoning would make it a matter of taking him out before he can set up. Cocytus poses no threat to me, my racial traits give me a near immunity to the cold and melee is my forte. Meruem is another tricky one. He's a mixed bag. I see him as a sort of son. But I acknowledge his potential for threat. Tricky and adaptable. How this was coded is that he had four battle strategies when you fought him. And it would switch to a random one every time he lost a quarter of his health. So you could be facing off a blitz striker. And suddenly your party has to now deal with a mid range blaster.
The lore reason being that Meruem is the one to set the tone of battle. He prods his enemies. Learns their tactics. And adjusts to put them in the defensive.
It didn't always work. But the hate mail when it did was awesome.
But that's how I view everyone. It's not that I'm wary of the threats or lusting after the one's I deem fit. But, it's hard to explain. Like, you can acknowledge someone is attractive without lusting after them. Or acknowledge someone is dangerous without feeling threatened by them.
I see the world through a pack mentality. Everyone falls into two categories first. Ally, or not. It then goes from there. There's the threats, the allies, the mates, the pups, the non-threats, and the prey. Before I see someone as anything else, that's my first impression of them. Whether they fall into one or more of those boxes.
I have yet to meet the floor eight guardian me and Ankoro Mochi Mochi made. So I don't know about them yet.
It's Tsukune Aono. The badass manga version as opposed to the wimpy harem protag that is the anime version.
Why did the anime do that? The manga was so good! And they turned it into, that. The only real similarities are the names, setting, and that's about it.
I was going to make Moka Akashiya to be his accompanied floor guardian. But between Mizore, Meruem and his guards, The Runners, and a few others. The guild had voted that I'd used enough of the shared data in the tomb. And if I wanted any more I'd have to buy an eleventh floor.
I took a step back and realized that I had gone overboard with my creations. Hell, technically the third floor is mine in the same way the seventh is Ulbert Alain Odle's.
So yeah.
Speaking of. I might as well check on Tsukune. Since I've more or less acclimated to my new body. The instincts and weird, innate sense I have attached to each of my previous skills aside.
The shedding is annoying. But, not an issue.
The maids are diligent. I'd jokingly call it borderline religious, but considering they refer to us as supreme beings. They may very well see cleaning the tomb as a religious practice.
Hell, when I was, inspecting myself in the baths. One of the maids had come in and immediately undressed. Offering herself as a tool of relief.
That's were I learned of my protective instincts. She was attractive. But something deep inside me refused to acknowledge her offer as any form of viable. The reason?
I'm too strong. Any attempt at sex that wasn't me doing nothing at all. Would kill her. She's a level 1 maid. I'm a max level melee build. I could quite literally sneeze and kill one of them by accident. And as members of my 'pack'. I can't have that.
The old me would've died at the awkwardness. Instead the new me saw nothing but a protective duty to let her down gently. It's my job to ensure their safety.
Doesn't mean I was good at it. She started crying over not being able to service me in every way. As that is what they are programmed to do. It's their purpose. And I was denying her the very purpose of her being.
It took Momonga explaining it, after he was done laughing, for her to calm down. Seriously, he burst out laughing five times as it kept getting suppressed. And then he thought about it again.
I, cannot stress, how good he is at mediation.
Through it all. I only felt mild annoyance at the situation. And slight exasperation. Whereas before I would've been begging someone to knock me out.
For those who are curious though, I am full canine. And, proportionate to my towering seven foot height plus. Yeah, I got a bitch breaker.
My height is another thing I'm getting used to. Mentally. Before I was an even five foot five. And the game didn't simulate touch. So, still moving slowly. Seeing as I've outstretched a hand and moved it too fast once. Knocking over a cup I was reaching for.
My human form is more manageable. Though, oddly uncomfortable. It just feels, wrong. Like I'm wearing the tightest, itchiest, awkward business suit ever. And I've worn plenty to not be bothered by that.
My human form is a dark brown, shaggy haired man with lightly tanned skinned and blue eyes. Whereas before I was stocky with broad shoulders IRL. Now I'm more sleek and evenly proportioned. Sharp, roguish features where before I had strong, blocky features.
Taller than IRL. About five eleven. And it says something that the form closest to the one I'd been living in for the last few decades feels more foreign than my bestial form.
I decide that, well. I've put it off enough. And I have little else better to do.
[Momonga?] I say through the message spell.
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[Zamaina? What is it? You didn't turn down another of the maids did you?] Momonga asks.
[One time! And no. I was wondering if I was allowed on the eighth floor.] I ask.
[Hmm? Oh, sure. I only barred travel through there to avoid any of the NPC's from accidently setting off the traps.] He explains.
[Alright, well. You know where I'll be.] I say as I prepare to cut off the spell.
[Out of curiosity, may I ask why?] He transmits.
[Wanted to check out my NPC on that floor] I say.
[Ah, oh. On the topic of NPC's] He starts. [Shalltear asked to see you when you can spare a moment.]
Oh god.
[Did she say why?] I dread asking.
[I, didn't want to know.] He admits.
[Fair enough. Well, you know what I say.] I say as I prepare to teleport to the Sakura Sanctuary.
[Best to bite the bullet before it hits?] He asks.
[Yep]
It's a an old reference.
With that. I cut the message spell and teleport.
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-Cafeteria-
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3Rd person POV
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"Seriously?" One of the maids Fifth, asks.
"No joke!" Cixous says. "The base is easily thicker than my wrist!"
"How are you not dead? Did he revive you?" Another maid, Foth, asks.
"No, he turned me down." Cixous says sadly.
All the maids share a collective expression of understanding and a shared sense of incompetence and disappointment. To offer yourself to a Supreme One for service and, for them to turn you down. What does that say about your abilities to serve?
"Maybe he doesn't desire the female form?" Fifth offers in an attempt to cheer her up. "We have a few butlers! We can offer them to him!"
"That's true!" Foth adds. "You said his arousal went down around you. Perhaps he is more inclined to the male form. It's not your fault you're not a guy. We just need to find another servant with the tools more suitable to the task!"
"Or tool in this case." Fifth giggles.
"No, Lord Momonga explained it to me." Cixous says. "Lord Zamaina didn't want to hurt me and prevent me from doing my other duties, and the act of bedding him would have likely killed me and cost the tomb too much. Zamaina made the determination that a night of his satisfaction wasn't worth my death."
"Assuming you lasted that long." The hear a new voice from beside them at the table.
Startled, the other maids turn to look at the new comer.
"Miss Lupusregina!" Foth shouts in surprise. "Don't startle us like that!"
"Sorry!" She says, clearly not sorry. "Your looks of surprise were just too funny!"
The other maids let it pass. Not holding her attitude against her. It's how she was created. And to take issue with her attitude, is to take issue with her creation, and to take issue with her creation, is to take issue with her creator.
Unthinkable.
"What did you say about lasting that long?" Cixous asks.
"Oh, just that I've seen Lord Zamaina in battle before." She says smugly.
"What!" The maids shout collectively. "When!"
"Oh, some time ago." She answers nonchalantly. Clearly reveling in the card she has to play against the others. "Let me just say, when he gets worked up. Well, everything around him might as well be made of paper. No matter what it is. Yeah, I don't think you'd survive a rutting with a child of Fenrir. You might make it through the first penetration. Then die on the first thrust."
Blushing at the crass, though true, words. The maids think on what she said.
"Oh!" Foth says as she remembers something. "You're a werewolf same as Lord Zamaina! Does that mean you're a descendent of him Miss Lupusregina?"
"Pfft, I wish." She says with a scoff. "No, we are related. Just, not directly."
"How do you mean?" Cixous asks, eager to learn more of their creators.
"Oh, just that, while Fenrir is the ancestor of all werewolves. And Lord Zamaina is one of his children. Lord Zamaina has no children himself. All werewolf lines come from one of his brothers."
"How do you know this?" Foth asks.
"Overheard Lord Touch Me talk about children and starting a family." She says, once again smug at having info of the Supreme Ones the others didn't. "Long story short. Lord Zamaina mentioned he never had any children. Well, none by blood."
"Wait, Lord Touch Me has a family, and kids?" Cixous asks excitedly.
"I'unno." Lupusregina says with a shrug. "I just know he mentioned the prospect of starting a family."
"Oh come on!" Foth whines.
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-The Sakura Sanctuary, 8th floor-
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James "Zamaina" Petrosky POV
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I take another step. Shifting from my room to the sanctuary.
It's a deceptively beautiful place. One that turns deadly the moment you're not welcome. Half of the sakura trees are reskinned Ents. And there are spirits, everywhere.
Despite not being able to see or hear anything. And only somewhat smell them. My instincts are telling me I'm not hidden in the slightest. I have at least twenty individual's eyes on me. And much more who're aware of my presence.
I pass through the red torii. The only thing keeping the traps and all monsters from attacking me is the ring of Ainz Ooal Goan. It's not the gate that's rigged to set off every trap. No, that'd be too easy to get around through clipping in game. No, it's the steps to walk up to the gate that are rigged.
Ulbert and Tabula were truly devious people. Hell, the only ones who can step foot in the treasury are those with poison and curse immunity. Immunity, not, resistance. The treasury is so stocked up on toxic gas traps that even someone with Poison and Curse Effect Resistance X, which reduces their effects by ninety five percent, will die in ten minutes without a liberal application of health potions.
I keep up my walk through the sanctuary. It's housed in a little area that has a different sky than the rest of the floor. Making it appear as a permanent Japanese spring from the early two thousands. With soft sakura petals flowing down and wafting through the court yard of the shrine.
Focusing my senses does nothing. Every section of the eighth floor is coded to not give indication of others. Making it impossible to perceive another area through anything other than sight.
Example, unless you're using a separate, outside chat feature. You won't hear your party members being eliminated in the area not five feet from you. Even if you can see it.
Tabula thought the prospect of seeing your friend die soundlessly to be, entertaining.
Basically, every area on the eighth floor is sound proof. Making it sinisterly quiet for how much I know is out there.
Keeping up my walk. I step into the shrine building. The shrine maidens, all level eighty and up, reskinned veiled jiangshi, bowing to me as I pass. Silent, diligent, devote.
Walking through the corridors of the dark wooden halls. I circle around to come to the rock garden and koi pond.
A grey rock garden outlining the koi pond. Intricate patterns all swirling and circling around Sakura Ents and Golem statues. A wooden path above said garden leading to a bridge that connects to an open patio over the water. Pink Bottlebrush and Lotus flowers all throughout the koi pond.
It truly is stunning.
So long as you don't step on the rocks. And don't fall in the water.
But more than that, is my intended target. One of the only NPC's I coded entirely by myself.
The true vampire whose strength rivals Shalltear's. The white haired Tsukune Aono. Sitting there on the patio. Enjoying tea and chatting with Aureole Omega.
I can't hear them. But the moment I step onto the bridge I hear them with perfect clarity.
"It is a perplexing paradox. To not only-" Aureole says before noticing Tsukune's expression and stopping. Seeing as he gets up and turns to face me. Kneeling down as I approach. She looks up over to me. Her large brown eyes widen in a mix of what I can only assume is awe, shock, surprise and reverence. Before quickly grabbing a white cloth from the table and tying it around her eyes as she kneels before me.
'Odd.' I think to myself.
"Tsukune, Aureole." I say as I walk up to them.
"Creator." Tsukune says back to me.
"Lord Zamaina." Aureole says in a more reverent tone.
"Aureole." I say.
"Yes my lord?" She replies quickly.
"I'd like to speak with Tsukune alone." I say.
"Of course." She says as she stands up and quickly walks off. Passing me and walking down the winding bridge.
It's honestly impressive that she isn't tripping with how she can't see.
"Oh!"
Nevermind.
I see Tsukune struggle not to laugh. Holding in his laughter as I hear her continue to leave. Until I suddenly can't.
"Creator." Tsukune says as he stands up.
"Did I give you permission to stand?" I say evenly.
"No, but then again you didn't tell me to kneel." He says good naturedly. "I assumed you were okay with me taking initiative."
And my theory is proven true. This, this is so much better than the unquestioned reverence and devotion of the others.
Just like in the novel and the anime. The NPC's treat their creators with a sort of familiarity that they wouldn't dream of showing to the other members of Ainz Ooal Goan. Like how Pandora's Actor would question Ainz, Momonga, fuck that's going to get confusing.
Anyway, he would question Ainz and his decisions. Even in front of the other NPC's. Not out of disloyalty or a lack of respect. But merely to better understand his creator and how he thinks.
"That I didn't." I say with a smile as I shift down to my human form.
Digitigrade legs are horrible for sitting in chairs. Learned that one pretty quickly.
I walk past him and sit at the table. And motion for him to do so as well.
He does so. And a ghostly spirit floats over and refills the ornate teacups. I'm more of a coffee person myself. But it'd be rude to refuse.
"May I ask why you came to visit me?" He asks after a sip.
"Merely wanting to know my creations." I say.
"Curiosity then?" He says. "Though, I don't see what you could be curious about. You created me. You already know everything about me."
"I know most, yes." I say. "But it is one thing to create, and another to interact. Just because I made you, doesn't mean there isn't more than what I put in."
"We are more than the sum of our parts." He says. "I remember you telling me that once. So you're here to see the more."
'When did I say that?' I think to myself. 'Could have been one of the times I was roleplaying with the guild.'
"Correct, for one I don't ever remember making you to speak so elegantly." I point out.
He's speaking like me.
"If it displeases you, I can talk more rough. Speak like the kids down in the arena, that what you want boss?" He says, mimicking Aura's dialect.
"Merely an observation." I say with a smile.
We continued chatting for a bit longer. I find I genuinely enjoy his company. And I could stay here a bit longer. But I'm a firm believer in not putting things off.
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-Shalltear's Castle, 2nd floor-
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Shalltear Bloodfallen POV
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"AAAH" I cry out as my bride finishes me off.
I roll off her face, collapsing on my bed and bask in the afterglow.
"Hah, amazing." I smile to myself.
I look over to my bride.
"What are you still doing here?" I glare at the servant before kicking her off the bed and into the wall.
Some tools just don't know when they've overstayed their welcome.
Though, I notice something. Off.
I didn't hear the satisfying crack of my toy hitting the wall. So, looking over.
I feel my undead heart drop.
My toy is in the arms of Lord Zamaina! The insolent BITCH! THAT'S MY SPOT!
"Are you alright?" He asks the shellshocked toy.
At least she has the decency to show the proper reverence to her god!
She numbly nods.
"Good." He says as he sets her down.
"Lord Zamaina!" I say as I jump out of my bed and kneel before him. Not caring of my nakedness. It belongs to the supreme beings anyway. "T-to what do I owe the p-pleasure?"
'Wait! My bra!' I realize in horror. 'Oh by the glorious forty one! How would he ever be attracted to me like this!?'
And I'm suddenly filled with the deliciouspain of being slammed into a wall!
"Oh, oh yes." I moan at the feeling. He moved so fast that even I couldn't see it.And his grip on my neck is so strong and rough.
He came here to take me! Oh thank the Lord Peroroncino for this!
I'd have preferred he give me time to freshen up. But I'm not complaining! No self respecting or sane individual would ever dream of denying a supreme one. Much less refuse the honor of satisfying them!
"What is wrong with you?" He asks with a deep, predatory, sexy growl.
'Roleplay?!' I think excitedly. 'I can do that!'
"I've been a bad girl." I say.
"I don't think you understand my meaning." He says with sigh before sniffing. "Yeah, you really don't understand."
'Huh?'
"Hmm, disappointing." He says as he lets go of me.
I slump to the ground and try to piece together what he wants. Is this more roleplay? Am I supposed to beg? I can do that!
I crawl on my hands and knees. Hoping this is what he wants out of me.
"Stop." He demands.
I stop. Roleplay or not. You don't disobey the supreme ones orders.
EVER
"What I mean is. You are a disappointment." He says.
Is that his desire? Humiliation play? Okay!
He sniffs a gain. And grimaces.
"For fuck's sake." He says.
Yes! I can fuck!
"I'm not bedding you." He says.
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"Huh?" My voice echoes out.
"I'm not doing some, sadism or dominance display here." He says. "I'm genuinely asking what's wrong with you."
'I, I upset a Supreme One? I, no, I, I couldn't. I could never! Not, not on purpose. I swear!' I spiral in my thoughts as I feel tears well up. My undead heart beating in fear and shame.
"What, what did I do wrong?" I ask as I hold back sobs. "I, I swear, whatever it is. I'll atone! I'll make it right!"
"Your treatment of your brides." He sneers.
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What?
"I, I don't understand." I say.
"I saw how you abused her." He says. "And if I ask the rest. I'm sure I'll hear similar stories."
"The brides? They're just tools. Barely worthy of-"
"THEY ARE NAZARICK!" He roars. And I'm suddenly wet for the wrong reason as I piss myself. "I come here to grant you my presence. And I find you frolicking about and fornicating with your brides. I didn't mind that. I'd have waited outside the door as a courtesy. But then you had the gall to abuse a member of Nazarick. I have no words for my rage and utter disappointment."
Every word is burning my soul! This can't be!
I, I, I want to die. Please, please let this be a dream! A nightmare!
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James "Zamaina" Petrosky POV
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I, I can't help it. I see everyone in Nazarick as my family. I wouldn't mind them fighting or quarreling. There's sibling rivalries and dissent in every family.
But the soul crushed look on the brides in Shalltear's castle? The sheer, acceptance? I asked one of them what Shalltear was doing. And they said she was using her toys. So I thought I'd wait.
Only to realize that 'Toy' meant 'Bride'. And I rushed in the moment I heard Shalltear's tone towards the bride right before hitting her.
I don't much care that she's a sadist. She could be drinking the blood of infants and I wouldn't care. I care that she's breaking members of Nazarick.
That being said. I think I took this too far. She looks like she's on the verge of a mental breakdown. And I mentally kick myself for flying off the handle like that.
"You want to make this right?" I ask.
"Yes!" She begs. I mean literally begs. She throws herself to the ground crying. Kowtowing to me. "I'll do anything! Just pleash! Don't abandon ush! Let me redeem myshelf! I'll take my own life if nesheshary!"
And now she's openly weeping and I feel like shit. Great.
And it figures that the possibility of me leaving is what she focuses on.
I think I might have fucked up here. Here's hoping it isn't too bad of a fuck up.
"Don't move." I say as teleport to the library.
A bit of searching on my own. Giving up and having the librarians do it for me. Turns out having a library with the Entirety of the public domain's books from the year 2138 is, rather large. I return to Shalltear. Who, has not moved. At all.
She's not even blinking as her eyes stare at the floor.
'God damned NPC's.' I complain to myself.
"Rise." I say and she shoots up to her feet. "Here." I say as I hand her a book. "Read this, memorize it, and apply that information."
I teleport out of there and to the ninth floor. Heading to the cantina and removing my ring of Jormungandr. A divine class item that no sales any debuffs that aren't a guaranteed application. Which, once you get to the higher levels. Is more common than you'd think. The fun part of the ring is that if I do get a debuff. It gives me a buff depending on what debuff was applied.
But that's a list for later. For now? I'm getting drunk. I need it after that.
I just hope Momonga doesn't find out about this. I'll never live it down. Again!
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Shalltear Bloodfallen POV
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All is not lost!
'Okay, read the book! Practice it!' I think to myself with hope and urgency.
I run over to, I don't have a desk. Fuck it the bed will do!
I get to work immediately inscribing the words of the book into my mind.
(Toxic Behaviors)
(How to identify, avoid, and fix)
(A self help book for narcissists and other peoples looking to improve)
Maybe this is a test! If I complete this he might even reward me!
My brides informed me of what happened in the baths. How one of the maids saw Lord Zamaina and offered herself to satiate his more carnal needs, as she should! But he turned her down.
Of course he would. He's a Supreme Being! He may have his choice of women and men. But why settle for the blood of a cow when you could do something so much better.
Like me!
Maybe if I complete this task he'll reward me with a night in his chambers! Maybe this is an elaborate roleplay guide book! He said to practice what's in it!
And he said he's not bedding me, now. Doesn't mean he won't bed me, ever!
I know it's not likely. But as a loyal servant of Nazarick I'm allowed to dream that much.
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And thus, Shalltear spent most of her time daydreaming, and barely got through chapter one.
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Bonus
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Mizore Stat Sheet
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Mizore Shirayuki
[Guardian of the 5th floor]
The lonely maiden of the harsh winter
Heteromorphic Race
-Racial levels-
15 Frost Wraith
10 Yuki-Onna
10 Frost Virgin
-Job levels-
15 Rogue
10 Arcane Trickster
15 Sorcerer
10 Disciple of Ice
10 Apostle of Winter
5 Frozen Assassin
5 Snowstorm
Total: 100
-Stats-
Sense of justice: 50 Neutral Good
HP 50
MP 95
PHY. ATK: 85
PHY. DEF: 35
AGILITY: 95
MAG. ATK: 95
MAG. DEF: 55
RESIST: 60
SPECIAL: 70
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Bio- The maiden pure as snow with a warm heart. Mizore is a kind and reserved soul. With a calm demeanor and romantic heart. Mizore is very protective of her allies and friends. Almost to the point of obsession. She shares a close relationship with the floor eight Guardian Tsukune Aono and fellow floor five guardian Cocytus. Seeing the latter as a sort of uncle or older cousin. And is the secret lover of the former. She has a neutral and amicable relationship in regards to the rest. Her and Albedo will occasionally bicker and insult each other, but it is merely how their friendship works. She shows a great respect for Demiurge and Meruem's strategic minds. She will often borrow books from the library of Ashurbanipal that Shalltear recommends.
She enjoys the concept of romance and oddly enough ninjas. The latter of which she enjoys to the point that she has become a master of stealth in imitation of them. She also enjoys chocolate, flowers, and has an interest in bladed weapons. She does not mind that Tsukune has other lovers. But finds it annoying anytime he catches another's romantic interest. Once stating that if one more person falls in love with him, she'll stab him. Jokingly of course.
She's more likely to stab the new romantic interest.
In battle she is devious. Hiding and forcing enemies into AOE debuffs and traps.The only time an opponent sees her, is when it's an ice clone meant to distract or lure.
Is prone to hiding in unconventional and often times comical locations.
Has an impregnation fetish, voyeur, and bdsm fetish.
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Bonus
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Tsukune Aono stat sheet
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Tsukune Aono
[Guardian of the 8th floor]
The Bloodless Vampire
Heteromorphic Race
-Racial levels-
Vampire 15
True Vampire 10
Noble Vampire 10
Ascendant Vampire 5
Of The Old Bloods 5
Descendant of The First 5
-Job levels-
Fighter 20
Pugilist 15
Berserker 10
Aspect of the Night 5
Total: 100
-Stats-
Sense of justice: 200 Neutral Good
HP 100
MP 80
PHY. ATK: 100
PHY. DEF: 95
AGILITY: 85
MAG. ATK: 15
MAG. DEF: 65
RESIST: 80
SPECIAL: 20
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Bio
Tsukune is lauded as, an anomaly, amongst vampires. Both a pariah, outcast, the exception. And contradictorily a pillar, an aspiration, a pinnacle.
Tsukune is easily the strongest vampire. In the literal sense. His vampiric power is second only to the first father Dracula. And rivalled by the first son Alucard.
Tsukune has immense reservoirs of magical energy. Yet never uses it due to never truly learning how. Instead his magic is cycled and used to enhance his vampiric abilities and raw strength. This is what makes him an outlier. No other vampire ever thought to use their power to make them stronger through a system of diminishing returns.
Tsukune merely thought that since vampire blood enhances others. Why wouldn't it enhance himself?
Tsukune is very young by vampire standards. Merely a fledgling by age. And that's what makes him a pariah. That he's so much stronger than elders and ancients while not even a century old himself.
Tsukune does not have a house, or a system of thralls, or even any familiars. Another factor towards him being an exception for his level of power.
Despite all of this. Despite his very being spitting in the face of nearly everything vampires hold in esteem. His power as vampire, makes up for all of it. The goal of most vampires is to reach the pinnacle of what it is to be a vampire. And no other has ever come as close as him.
The secret to Tsukune's exceptional nature and out of the box thinking? He was once, a human.
He is kind, caring, loyal to a fault, and sympathetic. Possessing high emotional intelligence and empathy. Easily befriending others who would otherwise be his enemies.
His fighting style is primarily instinctual. Possessing little if any strategy. Instead, he takes use of his high regeneration and high health to force opponents attention on him. Usually while his allies set up behind him. Basically, if you make yourself an enemy, Tsukune makes himself your problem.
That's not to say he has no battle strategy. He pokes and prods in a manner similar to Meruem. Only whereas Meruem will adjust his strategy. Tsukune will relay this information to his allies so that they can better take advantage.
Tsukune is universally liked by the other NPC's of Nazarick. With the only real complaints others have being that he's too nice or a bit simple minded. Often times choosing to see the good in others. Even if it isn't there.
Tsukune is lovers with multiple females in The Great Tomb of Nazarick. Mizore Shirayuki, Aureole Omega, and Rubedo. And his natural charisma even attracts males. Though he himself is heterosexual.
In regards to the other guardians. Meruem sees Tsukune as a sort of half brother and an equal in strength. Demiurge respects his charisma, but laments his inability, or refusal, to use it to manipulate. Albedo has no strong feelings towards him either way, Aura and Mare enjoy talking and playing games with him. Shalltear is jealous of his vampiric form being "More Beautiful" than hers, but respects him regardless. Cocytus sees him as a like minded individual. And Mizore sees him as "Perfect Father Material" and finds any chance she can to sleep with him. Often in comical ways.
Tsukune sees all the others in the tomb as friends and family. He is a pacifist by nature, but will cast aside that nature without hesitation if he believes those same friends and family are in danger.
While he enjoys the time spent with his lovers. He wishes Mizore wasn't so sex focused. And that Rubedo was more gentle.
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A/N
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So yeah, misunderstandings abound. And now Shalltear thinks Zamaina is doing an elaborate roleplay. While a good portion of the maids are shipping Zamaina with the other male servants in the tomb.
The wonders of gossip!
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Also yes. I ship Mizore x Tsukune. And the fanfic My Snow Girl. Is one of my favorite fanfics of all time.
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