Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-37532776-20181220051306/@comment-36855838-20181220091247

So yeah, implied violence, but nothing hurting live mamono "onscreen" because y'know, rules.

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I've done it, I've slain what many would consider a goddess.

I seat myself beside her.

My eyes lock with hers, wide and filled with the horror of her final moment.

I commit her to my memory, she deserves at least that much.

After all, she'll never forget me.

A young man stands before me, the last person left from the massive crowd.

Hello, young one.

He trembles, his long white hair soaked with rain.

I hadn't noticed the downpour in the heat of battle.

"Y-you killed my wife, you killed her!"

''Yes, I did kill her, I snuffed her out like so many other flames along the way, I've conquered demons and drakes, elder horrors and great beasts, now I have slain. Your. Goddess. Get to the point.''

He kneels beside her, clutching desperately at her hands, I can hear him sobbing.

''Pathetic, you weep on the floor like a child who's lost his mother, instead of a man who's lost his wife. Get the fuck up, and fight!''

I kick him off his felled bride, and hurl her corpse over the balcony bannister.

He charges after her, and I catch him by the collar.

''She. Is. DEAD!''

He whirls around, a fury in his eyes unmatched by any opponent before.

"GIVE HER BACK!"

He wrests my rapier from my hand by the blade, whacking me over the head with the handle.

"We were so happy, you took her from me, GIVE! HER! BACK! TO! ME!

His onslaught continues, uninterrupted, my wounds exacerbated, my flesh rending further, blood spilling forth.

I catch the handle, and run him through the gut.

"Grck."

You should have put your head down, boy, I am no mere mortal, no mere man, I am now a god!

I pull, ready to let him bleed out.

The blade moves not an inch, he rakes his nails through my scalp.

'''I want my wife back, you heartless bastard! I'll settle for nothing less! I'll beat you until you cough her up!'''

You know nothing, you are weak, and I am strong, so long, mortal.may your death be swift.

I chuck him after his wife, and smear her black, viscous blood deeper into my wounds.

Soon, I begin to heal, a pair of thick, black, feathered wings burst from my shoulders.

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I stroll through an empty palace, and finally arrive at the bedroom, the bed sits atop a great pedestal, and a long red carpet leads to it from the gateway.

Several smaller beds lie in splinters about the room, remnants of my earlier assault upon the unprepared fortress.

The fools never saw it coming.

Drenched in her own blood, coughing and gasping, lies the succubus who thought she could 'cure' me.

I walk over to her, kneeling down.

I have killed many, you were not the first, but I swore that the goddess would be the last one unprovoked.

She looks at me, hearing none of what I say, crawling desperately away in mortal terror.

''Now, now, are you really in any condition for this? Come here.''

I beckon, and she rises from the floor with her limbs hanging below her.

I pull her through the air and lay her on my lap.

A simple slash to my palm with a dagger, and my own black blood flows down her unwilling throat.

Blood of a god, grant her strength, make her mine, to ever serve me, a companion to fill the space which would be e'er vacant otherwise.

She coughs, wretches, gurgles, and gasps, but her wounds close, her hair and skin slowly staining black as midnight, much like my feathers, beard, and hair.

She immediately screams when I touch her, a geyser of fluid bursts from her crotch, and she collapses to the floor.

"What. . . Hfff. . . Wasthat?"

Never orgasmed before?

She faints.

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Another dagger pierces my chest, another vengeful woman hired by the poor boy who somehow survived the fall.

Pitch Blood spurts forth, coating her completely.

Fall to the floor, playing along.

She pants, her posture and stride those of victory, I love bursting their bubbles, but timing is key.

Just as she nears the doorway, I speak, and my voice echoes in the stone hallway.

I'm glad I devoured that fuzzy mountain spider, saves me the trouble of killing you assassins.

She looks at her hand, which has begun to sprout long, soft feathers, and stort claws.

Her feet have become like the feet of a bird, and a small tail has burst from her.

''So. . . a kikimora? That's a new one, honestly.''

She turns to kill me, and the murder melts from her eyes.

Know what it is to be a monster, and my wife.

She collapses, weeping.

Revenge is a petty dream, and I shall wipe such foolishness from the world.

I kneel beside her, and reach out.

''Now, join me. . .''

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Douchey villain, a guy you'd hate to be.

This guy? He's who'd kill a lilim.