As a child, I once sat through a movie, one of those typical tales where the villain wreaks havoc, destroying lives and leaving devastation in their wake. The hero, of course, suffers greatly—losing family, friends, and even his beloved. But in the end, the hero erges victorious, saving the day and defeating the villain.
But you know what? That ending didn't sit right with . It felt wrong, incomplete. Because in these movies, the hero never truly wins. Sure, they defeat the villain, but they never truly pay for their cris. Instead, they're forgiven, redeed, and the hero sohow finds it in their heart to move on, to forgive and forget.
Well, not .
I couldn't stomach it, even as a child. How could soone forgive a person who had torn their life apart, who had caused so much pain and suffering? It made
sick to my stomach. If I were in the hero's shoes, I wouldn't be so forgiving. No, I'd make the villain pay for what they'd done. I'd have beco gay and fucked them until they die.
That's why I don't believe in the classic hero archetype. It's why I don't aspire to be like them. Because sotis, being the villain seems like the better option—better to embrace the darkness than to live a life of ruin and regret.
"If soone respects you, then respect them back; if soone is rude to you, you should beco ten tis ruder than that." It was a creed she had adopted in a world where survival often depended on strength and ruthlessness.
The recent attack by the humans only reinforced her resolve. They had tried their best to kill her, but Scarlett was not one to forgive easily. She was a seeker of revenge, determined to make them pay for their actions.
But to exact that revenge, she needed to survive. As her eyelids grew heavy and refused to open, she sensed movent around her. Soone was carrying her, their steps slow and deliberate. Despite their efforts, Scarlett could feel her lower half dragging along the ground, the rough surface scraping against her skin.
In her weakened state, Scarlett couldn't muster the strength to fully open her eyes, but she could sense the presence of her unlikely rescuer. Though small in stature, their determination was palpable as they labored to carry her to safety. And in that mont, Scarlett knew that she had found an unexpected ally in her quest for vengeance.
As Scarlett summoned the last reserves of her strength, she exerted herself to pry her heavy eyelids open just a fraction. Through the haze of fatigue and pain, she caught a glimpse of her unlikely savior: the sa skeleton she had encountered monts before, now laboring to carry her on his back.
The mory of the skeleton's earlier appearance flooded back to Scarlett—the eerie figure brandishing a rusty sword, poised to strike. Yet here he was now, a skeletal fra struggling under the weight of her tall and heavy body.
With each step, Scarlett felt her body scrape against the ground, the rough terrain chafing against her skin. Despite the skeleton's best efforts, his gait was slow and unsteady, the burden of his load evident in every movent.
But even in the face of adversity, the skeleton persisted, pushing forward with dogged determination. Scarlett couldn't help but feel a glimr of gratitude toward her unexpected rescuer, knowing that his steadfast resolve might just be her lifeline in this dire mont.
Scarlett's voice dizzling slightly as she spoke, her words barely above a whisper, "Are we in hell?"
In response, the skeleton turned his face towards her, his eye sockets seeming to fixate on her with a curious gaze. "You're up?" His voice, despite his skeletal appearance, carried a surprising cuteness that caught Scarlett off guard. Even amidst her pain and confusion, she couldn't help but be impressed by the sweetness of his voice.
A soft mutter escaped Scarlett's lips as she thought to herself, "Owww!... So cute." It reminded her of her mother's gentle voice, a comforting mory in the midst of uncertainty.
Realizing that she wasn't in hell and that she needed answers, Scarlett mustered the strength to question, "Who are you? And where are we heading?"
Cryptus, with his cute voice and an enthusiasm that seed almost infectious, replied that his na was Cryptus. He explained that they were heading to a castle belonging to a demon, soone he had never visited before, but he believed whoever lived there might be able to help her.
Scarlett, feeling dizzy but curious, questioned Cryptus further, "So, Cryptus, why are you saving ?"
His tone shifted, carrying a hint of sadness as he began to recount his story. "Actually, about a year ago, I was summoned by my master, a succubus. She always told
that it took her more than three years to summon
and that I was special.
She said We will made pact when I grow stronger in future and she was kind to , teaching
many things. But six months ago, humans brutally killed her, and I was powerless to stop it."
Cryptus's voice quivered with emotion as he continued, "Even as she lay dying, she teleported
away, telling
to live because I was special. But in the ti since then, I've realized that I'm nothing but a weak skeleton, easily killed at any mont. When I saw you, another succubus, on the verge of death, I was reminded of my master and decided to save you."
Scarlett couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointnt at Cryptus's story. "What the hell... even monsters mistake
for a succubus? Is my face that... slutty?" she muttered to herself.
Seeing Cryptus's sadness, Scarlett couldn't help but feel a sense of connection to him. With a somber tone, she remarked, "Yeah, humans sure are cruel."
Cryptus quickly shifted his deanor, his enthusiasm returning as he assured her, "Don't worry! I may be slow, but skeletons have infinite stamina. We'll reach there in about half an hour."
He continued, reflecting on their encounter, "Unlike skeletons, who are undead, it's the first ti I've seen a demon who can live even after their heart has been crushed. You weren't breathing, and I thought you were dead, but your eyes were still tingling a little."
Scarlett pondered his words for a mont, acknowledging, "Yeah, technically, I don't need to breathe, so it doesn't matter if my heart is safe or not."
But then a question arose in her mind, prompting her to ask, "Hey, skeleton kid, what's a pact?"
Cryptus explained, "A pact is made between an inferior species and a superior species for gaining more powers or having them do sothing for them. In return, they also have to offer sothing valuable. The higher the wish, the greater the sacrifice required. Humans make pacts with demons or dragons, and demons make pacts with Archdemons. When a pact is made, the superior being gives their last na to the inferior being, and the pact is sealed."
"Ah, I see. It sounds like a complicated thing," Scarlett remarked, absorbing the information.
As they made their way toward the castle, misfortune struck them like a thunderbolt. A dog-like monster, about double the size of a regular dog, crashed into them from behind with ferocious force.
The impact sent Scarlett crashing into a tree while Cryptus was thrown a little further away, his determined but trembling form landing on the ground. Scarlett, in her broken state, struggled to even move her hand properly as she sat with the support of the tree.
But it was Cryptus's mont to shine. Despite his fear, he pointed his rusty sword at the monster, his determination unwavering. Though the monster was only of B-rank, for Cryptus, it might as well have been a high-ranking demon.
With a charge and a swing of his sword, Cryptus attacked the monster. However, his feeble strike barely made a scratch on the creature, which instinctively countered with a powerful blow that sent Cryptus collapsing to the ground.
rcilessly, the monster continued its assault, crushing Cryptus into the ground with its feet. Then, with a swift motion, it caught Cryptus in its jaws and ripped him into two parts, one of which remained in its mouth while the other flew towards Scarlett's right side.
As his body lay torn apart, only his head and one hand and leg intact, Cryptus cursed softly to himself. "Damn... as always, I'm weak! Those days were so good when I was with my master."
He began to reminisce about the first day he was summoned, but his flashback was abruptly interrupted by Scarlett's voice.
"Cut!...cut...!...cut.... No flashbacks for side characters," Scarlett interjected.
"And you, Cryptus, it's not your fault that we are dying. It's the writer's fault that he didn't give us a cheat ability like Wisdom King or Great Sage, etc... etc..."
She let out a heavy, weary sigh. "Huff... I guess you're dying first then. I'll et you in hell in a few minutes."
As the nacing figure of the monster drew closer, Cryptus's mind raced with a daring plan. "Ms. Succubus, let's make a pact with !" he proposed, his voice tinged with urgency and determination.
Understanding his intent, Scarlett nodded in agreent, though uncertainty flickered in her eyes. "Okay, but how?" she inquired, her voice betraying a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Without a mont's hesitation, Cryptus extended his hand towards Scarlett, his hollow sockets fixed on her. With a solemn tone, he began the incantation, his words resonating with ancient power. "With this sacred vow, my soul I bind, to wield the magic that lies entwined. Grant
strength, from darkness drawn, in exchange for my soul, until the dawn."
She couldn't help but wonder in confusion,' Soul?, What's the points in taking his soul?,
Isn't he a undead, how he even have a soul then?'
Scarlett's mind buzzed with questions and doubts, but amidst the confusion but a sense of clarity erged. Instinctively, she understood the gravity of the mont and the choice before her. "I, Scarlett Nova, accept your pact by giving my last na. You shall now be known as Cryptus Nova," she declared, her voice unwavering despite the uncertainty lingering in her mind.
As Scarlett's consciousness waned, she couldn't help but marvel at Cryptus's unexpected resilience. Despite his frail appearance, he possessed a remarkable ability to communicate and strategize—She defeated an A
rank monster before but even that monster was barely able to talk.
In that fleeting mont of acceptance, Scarlett's remaining mana surged forth, flowing into Cryptus like a lifeline. With a soft sigh, she succumbed to unconsciousness, her form slumping against the ground.
anwhile, Cryptus's skeletal fra began to glow faintly as mysterious notifications appeared before him, illuminating his status window with newfound revelations.
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