My Quest is a ROMCOM?!

Humor

The Fool
Alright so what happens is characters that once lived in a fantasy land are in an epic struggle as the forces of evil of the demon queen/king scour the land and destroy all in its path in a giant war against the human/elf/whatever populace.


A hero is born, born to fight against this evil menace. The tides of war turn as the hero begins to push back the demon queens army killing her generals (or wounding them) pushing them back to the Demon capital where the final battle takes place... the hero and his companions rise to the occasion the demon queen and her evil vassals (or generals whatever).


(epic fight scene)


The hero pushing the demons back and causing the demon queen to retreate she opens a gate and (may take some vassal/general with her) and they escape to a new world...


The world of Earth...


The hero gives chase after her with the purpose to finally kill and destroy her for good... They now all must go to highschool and live in a 1 bedroom apartment... all together. Heroes and Demons...that are now nothing more than students


Now Their magic gone their once powerful might diminished as they now toil in a normal fleshy human body... of the average 16/17 year old highschooler...


1 bed to share with all, 1 towel to dry them all, 1 apartment to bind them together in hormones, chaos and romance.


MALE CHARACTERS!





  • Junko




    Name: Jan (Pronounced Yan, but everyone says Jan anyway.) Bendavid (Prounounced Bendavid very very fast, but everyone says Ben-Dayvid anyway.)


    Human Name: Junko (yes I am aware that this is a female name, I am, Jan isn't.)


    Gender: Male


    Age in Fantasy world: 250, what can I say? He's cursed and immortal at least back there he is...


    Age: 17 and 6 months or so that piece of paper said.


    Appeareance:


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    Additional Appearance: N/A Well...that bandana never leaves his head....EVER


    HEIGHT: 5'7 or 170.20cm


    WEIGHT: 160lbs or 72.57kg


    Personality: The Hero was never taught how to manage his things, most of what he knew relied on destroying things that has "BAD GUY" written all over it more than anything. When it was between fighting this demon and the next one, Jan shined. He kept everything in order, he kept the expenses as minimal as they could. The Hero may be the leader but he always had the final say when it came to spending ANYTHING. He is prudent and efficient as an individual. He is the manager behind the scenes of ADVENTURE. He isn't very outgoing though and doesn't speak his mind much, in fact he's very shy when not among familiar company. Then again, even in familiar company he tends not to say much because he is shy, You all thought he was all expressive when with friends huh?


    Background: For starters, Jan was the heir to a trading empire. One that collapsed due to a miscalculation as certain someone *cough*Jan*cough* mistook as a golden opportunity. The old people know him as that stupid kid with that red thing on his head. The story behind the red thing was simple, he thought it looked cool and still does.


    Now I said he was cursed right? Well I still say he is but I let you judge yes? To regain his family's fortune Jan set out on a journey to find the fabled stone, I mean the thing is just called the fabled stone. When he got there it wasn't even a stone, just a block of wood with too much dirt on it. MAGICAL DIRT. The magical dirt gave him three wishes, the idiot took one. "Oh could you make me more smarter? That's three wishes right?"


    AND SO he became more smarter, but it didn't save his family's fortune. Suffice it to say, that the Fabled Stone didn't exist and his family sorta kinda left him. If the Fabled Stone didn't exist, then what did he find? Well it was the Dirt of Immortality, No one knew why the Dirt gave Jan a wish but the Dirt worked in mysterious ways.


    Then he become travelling merchant to go bring honah(honor) back to famiry(family). He did not take first step in journey, when crazy hero man said "Hey you more smatah(smarter) I take you with me and you wurr no have choice." -Take note no one knew how the Hero recruited Jan, Jan himself couldn't recall because he was shocked by the prospect of adventure- Needless to say he didn't rebuild his family's fortune, not that the family cared, they had back up son in case eldest goes horribly wrong.


    Working alongside the Hero and the Bronzed God, gave him little room to grow in the ways of fighting. Whenever he felt like it was time to prove himself, the Bronzed God and the Hero had already cut down majority of the lesser demons and usually left the higher ones to which Jan was never confident he could handle. He spent 50 of his 250 years of life trying to learn how to fight. 50 years produced minimal results due to the presence of the 2 other burly men who made it their living to cut down the weak first because let's face it, racking a 1000+++ body count in a single fight is a very satisfying achievement. He only had practice on his own and neither of the two warriors know of his endeavors and any chance, he wasn't going to let them know and get the receiving end of the joke stick. He didn't possess any aptitude for magic, which automatically threw that out of the window.


    Did I mention he was horrible in a fight? Well I'll do it again. He is a merchant, not a fighter, though he does try to be one, he can tell you how many demons there are....usually after a fight.





FEMALE CHARACTERS




  • Chibi




    Name: Kibamaru, Fanged General of the Northern Faction


    Human Name: Chibi "Fang". (She didn't pay any attention to the meaning of the name before she picked it.)


    Gender: Female


    Age in Fantasy world: 2,100


    Age: 17 1/2


    Height: 4'11"


    Weight: 92 lbs.


    Appearance:


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    Fantasy World Appearance:



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    Additional Appearance:


    Chibi's incisors are very prominent, and they extend further as she feels the need to bite people.


    Personality: Chibi's personality can really be described best with only two adjectives, viscous and primal. As the 3rd ranking general of the Demon Queen's army, she's known for her battle tactic, which involves aggressive offensive, and little shown mercy. She often devoured her victims after defeating them, decorating her quarters with the bones of her "meals". She serves the Demon Queen with great loyalty, yet her own hidden desire to surpass her and become the Demon Queen herself has been misinterpreted as lust. Therefore, Chibi believes she's in love with the woman. She's also quite naive, blood and carnage being the only thing she's adeptly well "studied" in, and even that just consists of her mercilessly beating and 'nomming' her opponents.


    Yet outside of battle she's normally sated and curious, if not a little blunt. Rather cat-like, with a tendency to nap in warm places, and curl up in cozy/tight areas. She eats quite a lot for someone her size, and has a tendency to bite. A lot.


    She prefers women and believes she's allergic to men, and despises there touch, often biting when they do so, or biting just to bite, she gets nosebleeds after prolonged physical contact with any male outside of battle... or when the male in question is being eaten.


    Background:


    Born of unknown origin, the last thing Chibi can recall is her mother, not her birth mother, but a viscous hell-hound creature of sorts. Though not a hell-hound herself, she resembled one closely enough for her mother to accept her as one of her pups. Their clan existed in the depths of the forest, rumors to some, death to all those who ventured to close to their territory. That soon changed when a nearby kingdom, that recently arose, noted the location of this pack. It's ruler sent brave knights to travel to their place of residence, the humans slaughtering the packs number with each brave quest.


    A knight, who's name is unknown to Chibi, rode into her den, his armor a gleaming obsidian, with a large sword he cleaved her mother's head clean off. And then went on to attack the others, Chibi and the knight fought viciously, both barely escaping with their lives. Half dead, she traveled off, growing in power as grief and misery coaxing along the demonification process, finally, she returned to where she grew up, years later, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. During the time of "Kibamaru's Plight of Destruction" she had traveled through many lands, tearing through villages and people, ending their lives without a second thought to try and ease her own pain. Eventually she traveled back to the place where she grew up, only finding the cursed knight's armor, which she eventually went on to wear, the final straw breaking then, and completing Chibi's demonification.


    The news of her "hissy fit" managed to reach the original demon queen, and before long she was invited into her court, serving her time before being given an army of her own to lead. The many battles she fought weren't enough to sate her, greed had grown in her heart, she claimed her own land, "Kibamaru's trench" and decorated it's territorial barriers with the bones of her victims, her horde which she kept hidden quite impressive.


    Despite her infamy and power, the demons' reign over humans began to fall once more, and Kibamaru's army diminished, only the select loyal few staying with the general in her trench, when the next queen was picked, Chibi was sent to serve as a guardian for the girl, her first guardian. Feelings of revenge and jealousy were confused for lust, and Chibi found herself believing that she was in love with the queen, despite the feeling actually resembling jealous spite. Yet and all she serves as one of the Queen's closest protectors, she holds a particular hatred for Victor, who is close to her queen as well, and who is also a man.


    Death shall come to those who dare try to strike Chibi's love, Aruu~!




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  • Jo




    Name: Johnny


    Human Name: Jo


    Gender: Male (Fantasy), Female (Non-fantasy)


    Age in Fantasy world: 26


    Age: 17


    Appearance:
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    He...ahem...she stands at 5'10" in her Fantasy appearance and weighs about 135 lbs.


    Fantasy World Appearance:


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    HE stands at exactly 6 feet, and weighs about 145 lbs.


    Additional Appearance: He never opens his eyes. She doesn’t either.


    Personality:


    “Nyahahaha! I sure hope I’m not…CAWsing too much trouble!”


    A curious dark mage who specialises in crippling his opponents to nothing but helpless puddles of mush, Johnny is an unfitting member of the hero’s group of companions. He is always seen with a wide grin and eyes that never open, his true emotions unknown. Though, as far as anyone knows, everything he does gives him nothing but pure joy, ranging from baking treats down to roasting his targets alive. He enjoys making friends with crows, and makes jokes related to them, sometimes even arriving to the scene surrounded in a flock of crows, and generally obscuring every other person’s view. He is extremely talkative and cannot be stopped when he gets into a conversation. Ask him a question and he’ll answer with a 2 minute reply.


    He really doesn’t care about gender or age, as long as they are living, and he expresses a lot of interest in anything that bleeds really, that most of the crew relate to him as that guy with the "blood…and the magic…and the blood magic”. He has a very strange laugh of “Nyahaha!”. All of these traits carry over to his ‘real world’ persona, making him…ahem…her even more odd. If that was possible.


    Background:


    “No one comes out of the Dark Tower alive, mate. The Master would have killed you on the spot.”


    “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him. He’s dead as dead can be. I’d like to think my curses and hexes finally got him, but he just kicked the bucket. Nyahahaha, you should’ve seen his face when he started frothing in the mouth and yelled at me to get his medicine, but it was simply too funny to miss out on the fun. When I was done studying his death, I guess it’s kinda too late for his meds. Nyahaha!”


    “Oh, so the Master is dead? Praise be to the Gods! Then, who might you be?”


    “Oh, an aspiring dark mage. I was his apprentice. Too bad I only got a year out of him before he kicked the bucket. Huh, seems to me that it’s been happening to every teacher I try to get. It’s been like, six now, that I’ve gone through? They keep dying from some dumb thing like heart failure or rectal cancer or something. Why can’t they die from face melting or something, hey? Nyahaha!”


    There was really no reason why Johnny could have ever thought of being a dark mage. Well, you know, besides the fact that his entire village was razed to the ground by a couple of pirates. When the neighbouring villagers scoured the torched ex-haven, they found a young Johnny, of 15 years of age, standing in front of his house, looking at the door through his unopened eyes. When asked what he was doing, he turned to the others and said, very calmly, “I can hear them.”. The villagers attempted to put him in an orphanage, but he simply shrugged and gathered his things and a bunch of books which survived the pillage, and set off, the smile he wore that day never coming off. He vanished for a good ten years, four years where he spent his days honing his skills with the arts of magic, in order to somehow do something with his frail body. Those four years were immediately followed by a sudden obsession with dark magic, turning his honed power into something more dangerous, more lethal than ever. Six years of travelling the earth, studying the arts of hexes, curses and death-dealing spells, he eventually came across the Hero battling against the same pirates who razed his town. Smile unwavering, eyes unopening, he proceeded to drift in on his flock of crows, and felled the pirates one by one with his magic, taking much glee in ripping them apart and causing them to explode in the most gory ways possible while chuckling in mirth. On seeing the Hero’s ability with the sword and hearing of his ideals, Johnny gave his signature laugh and went on to tail the Hero, no matter what the others said. He has been quite the asset with his extreme magic prowess.


 
A loud thwack sounded as the sound of steel against steel clanged together another bulbous bubble pressed into the large black steel gate of the demon queens castle began to bow.


"Keep it up we are almost to their KEEP!" yelled Hero as he grabbed hold to the side of the battering ram digging in his heels and slamming it once again against the door. As the boisterous cackle of his companion Junziburo flexed his muscles with each strike. "HEAVE! PUT YOUR BACKS INTO IT! HO!"


The cries of demons and humans alike could be herd as the raging inferno of the outer cloister to the keep was light ablaze by the humans fires. screaming of the innocent demon families could be heard as the pillaging human military slaughtered them in toe with the other soldiers not caring about rank and file. Up the cobbled walk way bodies lined it their blood pouring from their open wounds and cuts soaking into the groat. The splayed river continued to the front gate as more and more of the Human alliance military poured in. This would be the decisive battle to end the demons military campaign with every last demon murdered and slaughtered.


The door snapped again as it almost gave way to the brute smashing of the battering ram.


Jan let out a little whistle as he stood guard watching out for enemy soldiers. "That door looked mighty expensive..." He called up staring at the titanous doorway with the warping demon steel.


"JUST ONE MORE!" Hero cried out as the ram slammed against the door.


With that a loud thunderous clap and roar burst through the bone of all living things throughout the entire city. The demon doors snapped from their hinges as they creaked a loud shriek falling fast towards the earth.


"Brace yourselves!" The hero roared right before the door smashed to the ground sending a torrent of wind flurrying past them. The blast tearing at their armor. Some of the soldiers near the gate began to be hard pressed by the wind sending them flying down the path they had just walked up. Blown back by the awesome force. Junziburo stood there a giant smirk on his face as he puffed out his chest the wind stinging his flesh.


The gale passed just as soon as it came with mighty devastation. Jan, Johnny, Junziburo and the Hero all stood at the fallen gate peering in to the dark courtyard.


“Forward!” Hero flung his right arm forward with a sudden jerk taking a step onto the large steel platform that was once a door. “Jan... Junziburo, Johnny this war ends here. Weapons ready the worst has yet to come.”


“Hah! I want a real fight! Give me the biggest monster you can muster Demon Queen!” Junziburo roared as he heaved his heavy anchor of a sword onto his shoulder with one arm his body tense in anticipation as he followed the hero in the courtyard.


Jan muttered to himself as he climbed up following the group. “Just think you’ll be rich after this, and have a bed… Oh how I miss a bed this camping shit is for the young.” Jan sighed cracking his back before he was swallowed by the courtyards darkness.


“Kaw!”


“Quite right Horatio!” Johnny exclaimed to the crow on his shoulder rubbing its beak with the back of his index finger. “It would be easily assumed that the demon queen would be flame-retardant. I’ll bet you 3 eyeballs that she is in fact not.” Johnny followed his troop inside all with a visible smile spreading from ear to ear.


“Kaw!”


“Fine four!”


The knights behind them watched as their figures of moral dissipated into the darkness that seemed to swallow them whole. The men behind began to chatter and look to each other to see who else would follow. A low moan emanated from the courtyard that sent a shiver through their bones.


The four men the Hero and his troop now stared at the mouth of the beast as the black stained courtyard stretched for what seemed like a mile. The blue flamed torches with green ember tips flickered painting the ground in new hue of black and blue. The long path was etched with the demon garden of rose like plants


Their flower husk as black as the night sky above. The Silver thorns that held the head of the flower shimmer and shone in the crimson moon. A moon that had soaked up the blood of the thousands of dead lying on the ground outside the inner gate. The outside noise of metal swords clashing against each other the sound of iron greaves striking cobble stones became a distant whisper as the inner sanctum seemed to snuff out the carnage outside.


Suddenly a vast dome of purple exploded out the top of the castle as it quickly stretched and encompassed the castle and its courtyard. The large barrier had light colored magical runes flowing throughout its magic shell as it pulsed with a miasma like surface.


“Tsch. Can’t go back now.”


“We would never go back.”


“I personally like the option.”


The sound of stone crumbling snapped through the courtyard as the torches began to flicker along with the ground beneath shaking in terror.


“Somethings coming.”


Something BIG!


A dark voice filled with a new found wrathful elegance and seasoned with age of wisdom began to speak.


“Those that knock shall receive the hounds.”


“I know that VOICE!..... General of the North… The fang of desolation Kibamaru.”


The large pounding sound of the colossal wolf stopped as its massive front half stepped into a visible view of the low glowing fire. The blue hue danced on its dark brown coat of fur whose tips were tainted and stained with the red blood from its foes.


Kibamaru’s massive jaws slowly opened to utter more words to his foes in front of him.


“MINE!”


“What?!”


“What?!”


“What?!”


Johnny staring at the demon fire that lined the long courtyard. “Huh?


You guys go on ahead, I got this.” The Hero and the rest of the companions and Kibamaru turned towards the large perfected meat mountain of a man Junziburo blinking slowly and taking in what he said.


The enormous wolf cackled as its laugh made the air around them feel heavy and dense as it weighed down on the companions with its tyrannical might.


“It has been many moons since someone has stood alone before me.”


Junziburo made a slight head flick to the group to try and get them to move.


“You guys get out of here. This is a man’s fight…”


The hero, Johnny, and Jan gave a serious expression as they gave a slight head tilt to acknowledge his heroic deed in fighting the 3-4 storied wolf.


Junziburo called out after them as they passed them.


“Hero go get your woman! Er…. I mean kill your woman since you know, you are the hero and… she’s the demon queen it’s your job to, you know kill her.”


Like a hammer to the back of his entire groups heads, as they dropped in perfect unison in shame.


“He was cool for a moment.”


“Soo. Lame.”


“Kaw!”


“Nyahah! You are right Horatio!”


The all let out a heavy sigh as they continued walking through the courtyard short Junziburo.


The wolf reared its head back as it locked its front paws its head rising up to the sky like a tower touching the black canvas of the sky. Its mouth slightly ajar as it howled with a mighty roar. The epicenter of the roar blossomed into a wave of sound exploding the air around it. The black flowers burst from their briar thorn patch and flew up into the sky. Like black rain drops falling from the sky in a slow but steady downpour.


The piercing howl rattled the earth near the group of heroes trying to ascend to the manor. The sudden startle burned their ears as each of them clutched in pain not ready for its power. The petals around them lifted into the sky tappering down in the soft wind. Johnny's eyes widened his mouth slowly opening to let out a little noise of exasperation.


“We should run.” Johnny cried. With that little statement Johnny took his hands grabbing onto the front of his robes lifting them up like a girl in a dress and began sprinting off towards the manor. Horatio flying behind him.


“Kaw kaw!”


“Big boom Horatio, BIG boom!”


The Hero and Jan's eyebrow raised as they picked up the pace to a semi jog. The petals around them began to fizzle and snap like a flame wick. The black petals were soon replaced with a crimson red blossom of flame as they exploded in sequence towards the Hero and Jan. Their legs firmly pressed against the ground as they began sprinting the explosions right on their heel as they ducked or jumped each petal that was replaced with flame around them.


Get to the stairs!


Where else would WE GO!


Racing to the stairs that were bleached a soft purple by the large fire spires of blue flame spires and red moonlight mixing together. These mountain of steps led to a large black oaken door embroidered with silver steel handles. The Heroes gained their breath as they took to the stairs slowly as to gain their composure after running the distance of the courtyard. Each step gave a new jolt to their moral in the climb. Reaching the top they looked out towards the shaded courtyard as the figure of the mountainous wolf moved with quick agility striking at a tiny black spec in the distance. The could feel the air rumble from the sheer violence they left behind.


The hero pressing his hands on both sides of the large door pressed them open. The crimson moonlight flying into the dark lobby spreading itself onto the white marble floors of the manor. The low glow expunged itself from the floor and spread onto the walls as the interior began to illuminate itself. The dim foyer echoed the noise of the groups boots tattling against the marble floor. Their eyes wandered as they went deeper into the heart of the demon manor. A new door in front of them they looked to each other with a slight nod pressing through it they entered an out of place room.


This large circular room was lit with what seemed like white sunlight that peered down on the broken marble surface that was covered in moss grass and flowers alike the walls lined with vines and other various colors of the rainbow flowers speckled this abstract green house like room. The soft light gleamed off the watery beads that laid lackadaisically on the petals and leaves of the plant. There in the center was a large mound of green that began to move slowly as it took to its feet. A giant green fox whose figure was twice that of a mans eyed the 3 men with a piqued curiosity. Taking a step forward the area around the paws came to life as a gorgeous array of plants and flowers erupted from the floor around its foot.


Who is it that enters my garden?.”


The green fox took another step closer as the bloom around each paw print again sprout to life.


Do not stand in my way Rahma you were once a valiant spirit please let us pass.


I can not let that happen hero my place is here by my ladies side.


Fine then I-


I want this.


Johnny?


“Kaw!”


Alright, alright try not to burn the place down before we get out. Come on Jan


Ohhh Human you wish to challenge the emerald beast?


You smell like burning!


WHAT?!


“Kaw!”


NYAH -AHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!"


The Hero and Jan felt a chill run up their spine as they heard those words looking to each other and at the door at the end of the room


Oh Shi-


RUN JAN!


The rooms temperature began to increase as the demonic smile on Johnny's face began to crack even wider. The racing footsteps of his companions fading from his ear.


FRIENDLY FIRE! FRIENDLY FIRE! Give us 10 seconds!


The room began to swirl in a sweltering heat as Rahma lowered its front paws on the ground giving out a slight roar. The plants and flowers in the room began to pulse with a new ever exceeding growth as the greenery overtook what was left of the white marble flooring and walls.


The Hero and Jan kicked open the far door at the end of the circular room as they quickly slammed it shut behind them. Slamming their backs against the door trying to brace it from the coming blast. The Hero and Jan grit their teeth as they used their entire body to hold the door. All sound ceased to be for a moment as they both looked at each other with worrisome eyes. With a chaotic pulse emanated against the door followed by a giant slap against it flames breached the edges of the cracks as a sea of red and orange daggers shot through parts of the door. Stinging and lashing at the Hero and Jan's face like flaming serpents. The fire died down as a black cloud of smoke poured through the holes in the door.


Letting out a long awaited breath they both held they gave a warm smile to one another as they straightened themselves and began their walk of the long throne room. A shade of a woman and child like creature seated near the end opposite of them. The hero's hand slowly lowered to his hip as hit fingers touched the gold encrusted hilt of the sword slowly trailing up to the handle that was wrapped in a fine cloth. The chain tassel on the end giving a click of enjoyment as its wielder clenched his hand and retrieved the sword from the scabbard. The blade sung a high hymn as it permeated the large chamber. The white steel glowing vibrantly in the hand of the Hero. Jan retrieved his sword just the same but the sirens song of death that followed the heroes sword was absent his. Giving a slight grin Jan clicked his tongue and continued right behind the hero.


DEMON QUEEN! I've come for your ugly head!


The hero announced his presence as the Queen took from her throne standing in front of her approaching opponent the small child next to her clinging to the scarlet dress the demon queen wore.


This young child was adopted into her care as the campaign against the demons saw many of their large cities burnt to the ground.


Jan kill the kid.


You serious?!


All demons deserve to die, if we let her live she will one day come back and try and take revenge. Then this vicious cycle will never end. Kill her and end this war once and for all.


Jans eyes slowly closed as his breathing deepened at the thought of killing a young little girl. He had seen so many children in his days of being alive the purity the laughing the fun they had. On either side they seemed to all be kids. Afraid of war afraid of the carnage that adults made. Either side demon or human they were all the same just the teachings they learned.


I can't kill a kid...


You can and YOU WILL!


What happened to you...? I thought I taught you better.


This is no time to lecture me about morality... not when we are so close.”


So close to what? Murdering an innocent child?!


The Demon Queen Lillianna let out a loud laugh as she listened to their squabble.


Are you quite done yet?


The Hero glanced at the Lillianna then back at Jan. The Heroes face with a stern and cold expression masking his once happy face.


I'll kill her and the brat. You just make sure she doesn't run away.


Ly-


Follow orders Jan!


...


Im coming Demon Bi+@#!


The hero launched forward with all his might as an aura of blue light surrounded him with magical intensity. Lillianna's eyes flashed a bright gold as she outstretched her hand towards the hero that flew towards her. The two auras clashed as red and blue spheres exploded in a furious manner. Lighting strikes of pure arcane danced across the ground as the the marble it touched cracked and dissipated from the energies burst.


Down boy!


The dark red sphere around the demon queen exploded sending the hero flying back towards the ground landing on his feet he rose his sword to the ready position. Removing his left hand from the handle he raised it towards the blade holding it an inch from the steel he quickly slide it up. A blue light engulfed the edges of the sword. The light of the blade plastered itself to all the objects in the room as the once dull lit throne room exploded into a birth of light. The red rug now shone brightly under foot the white marble that spread from under the rug glistened. The walls were stained white the and the golden throne burst into a vibrant shine.


“THIS ENDS TODAY!”


The heroes feet stormed against the rug as he ran forward. The Demon queen lowered her stance slightly black spear like lances floating above her. With a quick flick of the wrist the black spearheads sprang to life flinging themselves towards the rush of the Hero. With nimble movements the hero side stepped or slashed them out of his way.


Jan took this distraction into his favor the young girl sat their wide eyed at the explosion of magic. The intense scene vexing her into a stage of paralysis. Jan lowered himself behind the girl setting his hand on her should she let out a little wisp of air. Merith's eyes began to swell with tears her head slowly turning to see the man standing behind her. Jan locked eyes with the young girl his serious face changed that to a small fatherly small the warmth emanating from the silly grin. The young girl found her small cheeks slightly less tense as the tears seemed to flow less.


Don't worry I wont let anything happen to you. I promise. He wont harm a hair on your head.”


With that Jan and the little girl continued to watch the carnage of the final battle.


The Hero slashed his glowing blade as it collided with the red barrier of the demon queen as her hands quickly made swiping motions a sea of dark red magic formed and confronted the glowing blue blade.


With each charge of the blade battering against her attempts to shield herself made her back peddle more and more.


The Hero planted his feet against the ground coiling them like a spring and then quickly exploding off the floor he took to the sky, sword in both hands.


DIE!


tsch.


Lillianna rose her hands to block it as the magic swirled in front of her and solidified. The blue sword smacked against it in a furious explosion a large blast shock waved out. The once bright light erupted into a torrent of pure energy against the barrier. Lillianna and the Hero screamed loudly Lillianna slowly falling to her knees and the Hero getting knocked back in a violent fashion the sword in his hand flying out and towards the side. Straight for Jan and Merith who stood watching in aw. Jan gave a little huff of anger as he quickly moved his sword in front of the small girls face the broad side of it clashed against the heroes sword as both sets of weapons were sent sailing through the air to different sides of the room. Jan from the force of the sword and ripple effect got knocked down to the ground. Letting out a low oof as his tush hit the marble.


The Hero laid on the floor for a moment as he tried to regain his breath. His body was feeling heavier and heavier with each strike. They were using up far to much raw energy trying to kill each other to sustain a long drawn out fight. Hero slammed his fist to the floor as he slowly anchored himself up his legs slightly shaking underneath. The Hero slowly eyed the room to find his sword was sent in the same direction as himself. With a slow movement the Hero began to move towards his sword the once powerful glow now absent. The orbs of the heroes eyes moved to his peripheral vision as he watched the demon queens large chest heave in each breath she was getting tired as well. His heavy body ached as he bent down grabbing hold of the handle that once was held with furious vigor. The Hero scanned the room as he tried to make out where his ally was the dim light now overtaking the room causing a slight blur on as his pupils adjusted to the low light.


Jan looked around the room in a lost bafflement his head fuzzy and ears ringing from the shock wave. The young girl Merith was missing from her place right in front of him. In a panic Jan's head jerked first left to where he saw the hero standing and then the right where he saw Merith walking towards him his sword in hand. Not in a way to attack but one to hand it back, a bright smile on her face.


The heroes fuzzy vision came back as he saw the young girl standing over Jan sword in hand.


JAN!


The Hero grit his teeth as the hold of his sword in his right hand tightened. His left palm burst open as a surge of white light pulsated around his fingertips in a swirl of white mist trickling around them.


ARCANE BOLT!


The hero shot his left hand forward as the arrow of magic energy lept forward the white light emanating from it glowing in the dark hall as it raced towards the little girl. Jan heard the shout of his companion as his head quickly flicked to the left to see a white light bright like the starts in the sky sailing towards him... no not him. His head swiveled to the right to see the little girl Merith a few feet from him.


NOOOOOOOOO!” Jan's hand outstretched towards the small child as the light stained his figure as it sped past him. There was no sound in the hall as the light hit its target Jan's eyes went wide in horror as he watched the silhouette of the small girl get swallowed by white. The sword she once hell slowly descended down to white marble bellow. The blade gleaming and glistening as it twirled in slow motion on its fall. The blade struck the ground with a loud ting.


NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


Lillianna exploded as the room's torches flicked then entirely dissipated. The Queen rose to her feet snuffing out all the warmth in the room and absorbing it. A low rumble could be felt around the castle floor.


A giant earth shattering crack of stone rubble and marble exploded into the throne room as a body of a man was sent rag dolling into the side wall opposite of his entrance. His body firmly imprinted into the wall.


Is... that the best... you've got?!” Junziburo pressed his arms out from his crater and picked himself out of the wall giving a small spit of blood a large smile on his face.


Another loud sound came from behind as The hero quickly shot to the ground a giant green fox covered in flames shot over his head as it slammed against the ground and slid next to the princess. The sound of footsteps came behind as well as Johnny took to the room.


“Kaw!”


Nyahahahah! That is what the fox says when it burns.


Kibamaru in a smaller form burst through the hole Junziburo had once come through.


The three demons now on one side of the room and three humans on the other side. Jan watched from the middle as his head glanced to either side.


Milady it would be wise to retreat the battle is 4 vs 3. Rahma is injured and the man I faced is unwilling to die.


No!


I-I-it would be wise to heed Kibamaru's council, The castle and the city is lost.


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This isn't over...


The demon queens gaze pierced straight to the Hero who could feel the tips of her gaze stab into his body.


The Demon queen raised her hand to the sky as a purple cloud appeared over her head as it grew larger and larger the mouth was black as night as the three figures disappeared into the swirling vortex.


After them!


Junziburo, and Johnny both nodded their head to their leader as they sprinted towards the opening The Hero following them in toe. Jan's body refused to move as he watched the hero move swiftly towards the portal as the opening began to close.


Jan come on we need you!


Jan snapped from his frozen demeanor as he quickly ran to his sword grabbing it and leaping into the portal with the rest of them.



 

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"Oh my lord!! You've finally done it, you've killed a the demon queen and now I can marry you!! Together we will make love forever and always!!" Yojiro stood atop a tower of dead demons, beneath his foot lay the lifeless carcass of his long time nemesis; The Demon Queen. Resting against him was his love Princess Himiko with her raven black hair, petite lips and circle framed glasses. "Yes my love, it is time we return to our mansion in heaven where we will spend the rest of our lives entwined in blissful lovemaking." Yojiro smiled charmingly down into her violet eyes, he flexed his muscles and his long silver hair rippled out in the fell wind of hell. "Your victory is not assured yet Hero, muahahahahahaha!!!!" Startled Yojiro held Himiko closer. The ground began to quake, pillars of fire spurted from the earth and the sky went black with storm clouds, lightning split the sky in half. Then from Mt. Darkness rose a massive creature, its wings spread out and it opened its mouth to roar: -BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP-


When Yojiro woke he found himself falling from the bed and with a great thump he landed pulling his alarm clock down to land beeping on his head. The young boy groaned his tired exasperation while feeling about for his alarm clock to see what the time it was. His clock read 8:10 am. IT took Yojiro a moment before he realised the importance of the time. "Gah!!! I'm gonna be late again!!" Yojiro jumped up from his entanglement of sheets. Immediately he went through his morning routine; brushing his teeth, hair, cleaning his glasses, washing his face, making his lunch and packing his bag.


Outside his door and down the hallway Yojiro realised he was butt naked and raced back to his room to don his school uniform. Once he was properly clothed and after he profusely apologised to Ms. Nakajima for his earlier state of undress he managed get out of his apartment building and on his way to school. Luckily it was rather close to the school, even so he only had minutes to spare before his name would be paired with a big red DETENTION. Like the wind he ran his butt to school, an arm stretched out in front of him, in its hand dangled a brown bag. "Thanks Mr. Katsue!!" he yelled out before snatching the bag out of his hand. Inside it was a warm croquette he ate in seconds and a bottle of water he finished just as quickly.


He rounded a corner and blasted through the gates, his sonic boom sent the janitor flying just seconds after his passing. He blew through the main door and past the reception office, the receptionist had her arms out holding down her papers knowing full well what was about to happen but her efforts were for naught. Seconds after his passing his sonic boom sent the papers flying out from under her hands "YOJIROOOOOO!!!! I'm gonna kill YOUUUUUUU!!!!" She yelled out after him, her hair sent flying about to rest in a haphazard fashion around her face. He climbed stairs in the blink of an eye, when he passed people saw only a silver blur at his passing.


He busted into his class room just as his name was being called "Yojiro Sasaki?" His teacher asked his voice the epitome of the word dilapidated. "HAI Sensei!! Watashi wa koko ni iru!!" He called in excitement "Yes sensei, I'm here." His breath was heavy after his run and he slumped tiredly into his seat. He looked to find Himiko pointing at the top of his head, she handed him a mirror and Yojiro took it. In his reflection his hair stood up like he was an anime character, once the beating of his heart had slowed and quieted he could hear the snickering. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that they were laughing at him so he with dignity he asked to be excused and left the room. In the toilets he applied copious amounts of water to his hair and toweled it dry until it flopped down to its usual position.


Later That Afternoon:


It was 5:00 pm and Yojiro was on his way home from Drama club, behind him he dragged a cart burdened with a giant bag filled with old costumes. It was his job to take them to the nearest homeless center and donate them. He yawned his fatigue into the air as he pulled along his burden, he was only a provisional member of the Drama Club and he didn't think he should have been dumped with this job, he wasn't even aloud to go to the club lunches and they still made him do all the hard work.


He wasn't too far from his home and his shortcut would make the distance shorter. Just then he facepalmed when he realised he could have taken his time on his way to school that morning, the shortcut would have given him plenty of time. Then he realised that he would miss Mr.Katsue on his way to school and he thought better of himself. He rounded a corner into a long alleyway, it was dirty and filled with puddles. Halfway down the alleyway he noticed an odd light and looked up, then he was on the ground unconscious.


When he finally came to, he found himself lying underneath a pile of semi-clothed people. It took him a moment longer to come to terms with the naked man lying on his back, in pure shock and embarrassment Yojiro tried to squirm free of the pile to no effect. There was something almost furry in his mouth. He spat it out to find that it was a tiny yellow puff ball/chick. The little bird chirped angrily at him and began pecking at his face. Yojiro tried to squirm free once more, this time however there was a certain firmness against his back. Yojiro screamed like tiny girl; "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" "Get OOOOOOOOOFFFF MEEEEEEEE!!!!!" He pleaded while the tiny chick continued to hammer and scratch at his face.
 
Jan may have experienced much during his travels with the hero, but jumping through the portal was one of the more surreal ones. As he entered the portal, all sense of balance left him and it felt as though he was diving into the seas. It felt like he was swimming yet there was no water, just a rush of cool air coming from the supposed exit of the portal. The tunnel itself was a pitch black stretch of space illuminated by what he could only guess as stars and auroras of all kinds of bright colors. In that moment, as he floated in the vast expanse of the tunnel guided by an unknown force, a word was born in his mind.


"Psychedelic..."


Jan exited the portal and landed face first on the floor. It wasn't fair, the end of the tunnel was just all white no one knew where they'd be landing. Or so he said to mend his bruised ego that works in mysterious ways, no one was laughing at him, in fact it was more of a series of pained groans all around him. He got on his knees before something forced him down to the floor again. He managed a glimpse of the time of day before the forced him back into its embrace.


The transition must have taken at least a day, despite being in transit for only a few moments. The sky seemed to be tinged with the reddish orange that signaled the coming of dusk. He knew that the assault on the Queen's fortress was carried out under the cover of darkness. If that was so, then there was no telling exactly where they have arrived, hopefully it was in the capital where the Royal Guard would surround them at any moment and publicly execute the Demon Queen and her cohorts. Dreaming could only take him so far.


Jan tried to get off the floor again, yet was surprised that something very soft was pressed unto his back. It was strange it felt as though the softness defied the fabric of his humble clothes. He stopped to check what exactly was on his back. and had his free hand going this way and that. He couldn't tell exactly what was on his back yet continued surveying with his hand. It went on for a mere moment before he could hear moan upon reaching this one particular spot, it was unmistakably female in nature. He slowly withdrew his hand and took a deep breath.


It's not what I think it is, It's not what I think it is, It's not what I think it is.....slowly now, I'll just get up very very slowly.





He eased his body upward until he was on his knees, the body fell off of him and then he took to standing on his own two feet. He surveyed the situation and was disappointed that they were not in the Capital but somewhere else entirely. He took a look around to see everyone splayed on top of one another while others were slowly standing up. The Bronzed God was on top of a strangely dressed man, while there were two young girls bare as their birthday on top of what looked like Hero on top of another young woman. What exactly happened to Kibamaru, Rahma and the Demon Queen? There was also someone else not present but he could bring himself to recall who.


The Demon Queen must have known that Hero and the rest of us would go after them and diverted us at the last minute. She knew we were coming to finish her and brought us elsewhere.


There was no other possibility, it was hard to believe that the two large demon dogs could hide in such a location without causing an uproar. Speaking of their locations, this does not look like any city that he has visited on his travels before and with Hero.


Then he remembered the certain someone who was missing. This certain someone who's laugh he's all but completely filtered out of his hearing.


"Johnny!"
 
Johnny had read of warp portals, cuts in the fabric of reality that sew two different places together through one single tear in the space and time continuum. What he hadn't read, however, was that they were, in fact, tunnels, not a single doorway not unlike one between two different inn rooms. Furthermore, it would seem that they were drifting through what the more scientific of books would claim as 'space', a world beyond the skies, filled with darkness and burning balls of gases and more landmasses. Then it hit him. He had felt a tingly sensation when he passed through the veil, but he had dismissed it as nothing but a mere side-effect of the portal. Now it grew exponentially, til it wracked his entire body. Every molecule of his body felt as if it was torn apart from him, stripping him of his skin, flesh, bones.


"N-nyahahaha! No one told me there was gonna be pain! This is so much fun! N...now if it would stop...hurting..." he gasped in spite of his pain, as the molecules that made him slowly pieced back together, slowly feeling more and more complete. Damn the pain, though. He was gonna kill whoever made this portal possible in the first place, Johnny thought gleefully. Maybe strip them of their senses one by one first, and then slowly carve them up- no, no, they won't feel the pain after that. That wouldn't be any fun. He needed them to go through the whole process. A bright flash of light interrupted his train of thought, derailing it and sending it into the dark chasms of his mind, and he found himself landing on a rather organic surface. Notably human. Johnny hoped he broke some ribs, be it his or the poor person he landed on. He also hoped, very fervently, that it was the Queen he landed on, so that it was her ribs that were broken, never mind his own. Still recovering from the trauma of the pain, he didn't feel like getting up any time soon. Whoever it was he landed on probably tried to identify the weight on his or her back, as Johnny felt a hand run across his body. He felt as if he was struck by one of his spells, as a jolt of electricity He had dismissed it as merely a side effect of the portal travel. The stranger obviously didn't feel comfortable with him lying on top, and he found himself being pushed off. Still too exhausted to do anything, he let himself roll off. He had lots of practice acting dead, most of the time from casting hexes on himself that rendered him completely conscious, but unable to do anything. Experiments needed to be done and with the Hero's ethics of "Let's not harm the general populace.", he needed some live targets. With the lack of any nearby, he had only himself, and occasionally and secretly the others, to test his hexes out on.


"Johnny!" That was Jan's voice. He must've been who Johnny had landed on.


That jerked him out of his small flashback. It was an especially funny flashback, with the small event of five weeks worth of runny noses being the highlight. Johnny was going to smack Jan in the face. With much delight, to add. With a groan, he rolled to his chest, and pushed himself off the ground and slowly straightened up, dusting his cloak down. He patted his shoulder and straightened his collar. Odd. His semi-translucent garb seemed...tighter on the chest, but his sleeves were now so loose that the ring that attached them to his armlength were dangling loosely next to him. Did he shrink AND grow at the same time? Curious. Peculiar. He tightened the sash that held his robes over his lower torso, and turned around to look for Jan. His bright orange hair almost blended into the orange sky at the background, and for one second, he looked quite...breathtaking. Subconsciously, Johnny touched his long white hair that draped over his shoulders and back.


Wait. Long? Johnny held up the lock of hair in his fingers. Another side-effect of the time travel? "Nyahahaha! There's a lot of side effects to this portal travel thing, huh, Jan? Sure would love to hex someone with all of this at once!" Johnny gazed around. "Hey, where are we anyway? This doesn't look like any place I know. Hope the inns here are...low CAWst! Nyahahahaha! Oh, right, Horatio!" Johnny spun around again, searching for his faithful pet, and found a young male human trapped under what seemed to be Reno, due to the lack of clothing on the upper torso, locked in a fierce battle with a...yellow fluffy chick. Nearby, two piles of bodies lay, groans coming from them. One had the Hero sandwiched between a woman and a pair of nude girls. Johnny should have brought his Snapshot tome to take a picture of this. It would sell well. "Caw! Ca-caw, caw, caw!" Johnny called out. He was sure Horatio was with him when they went through that portal. The chick that had beset itself upon the male chirped and relented, flapping its tiny wings and hopping off. It gave another chirp and trotted over to Johnny. "Nyahahahah! Looks like I'm not the only one being hit by this morphing thing. Poor Horatio. I'm going to make you alright again, don't you worry!" He patted the small chick and set it on his shoulder. "Jan? You okay there?" He turned back to his comrade.
 
And there it was, that laugh he thought he had filtered out from his mind. In truth, he had filtered it out, this one just seemed to possess a higher pitch. He looked around for the source of that sanity-testing laughter, no one could pull it off like Johnny yet this one did. His eyes landed on a female in loose fitting garb, yet it looked tight on the upper body. The clothes reminded Jan of the kinds Johnny so loved. Thankfully she wasn't part of their group, he didn't ever remember having a female companion amid all the testosterone Hero and The Bronze God emitted. Besides, Jan was sure he could pick out that difference that stood out like a black knight on a sunny field. He didn't want to know just how much those clothes would cost to be altered to her size.


The female seemed to be addressing Jan, she was addressing him in an almost too casual manner, like she knew him well. It was unsettling, everything about her was unsettling, it was like the first time he had met Johnny. What's more strange was the way she said those constant crow puns Johnny was so fond of saying. He stood there dumbstruck as the female began to look around calling "Horatio", his attention turned the strangely dressed man who seemed to be locked in mortal combat.....with a yellow chick? That couldn't be right, what's more was the chick was responding to the name "Horatio." Just what was with this insane woman, calling that bird Horatio and making things right? It didn't sit well with Jan. She was all too much like Johnny. The strangely dressed male seemed to at least calm down now that the yellow chick was done ravaging his face. It would cost much to treat those scars and Jan was thankful this strange male was also not of their party, they hadn't the gold to repair such damage, nor would he spare any.


"Jan? You okay there?"


Jan turned his full attention when he was addressed again by the strange woman.


"I'm sorry, I do not seem to recall meeting you, milady. However, I do wish to know what strange realm we have arrived in, perhaps you may show us around when my companions have fully recovered. Actually, how much does it cost to have a tour of this city? Then I'll decide whether or not we'll just stick to getting lost and gradually find our way around. I do say that you look fair and radiant, and would that deduct from the cost of our tour?


I am curious though, I suppose this shouldn't cost a pretty penny, but have you also found a male about yea tall and with a crow perched on him? He goes 'Nyahahahahaha!" like you do, his name is Johnny and he is one of my companions who set out to eliminate the Demon Queen. Did I also so say that you are a ravishing beauty and that you most likely have many suitors? How much would that deduct from the cost of the information?"



Also, How do you know my name?
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Jan didn't allow the strange woman a word until he had finished what he had to say. The woman presumed to address him so casually when he had no recollection of how they had met. For that case, how did she even know his name? A witch? or maybe worse? Then again the stories of the Hero and his brave companions spread far and wide, so it was most likely that she was simply a follower of the group. Though that did not explain his recognition. Jan almost never gets mentioned in any stories, it was all about the strength of the Bronze God, the courage of the Hero, the mercilessness of the Johnny. He waited for a reply, any reply.
 
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Pain racked through Kibamaru's limbs as a pained groan escaped her muzzle. The adrenaline was gone from her body, and the more she tried to force it out, the more she realized how weak her limbs felt. Actually, they felt very weak... and small... too weak... and too small. In a jerk of panic she wrenched open her eyes, letting a loud snarl escape her lips, prepared to scare off any of the tiny predators who dare loom by her body.


"Growf~!" Kibamaru paused, wondering what had made that pathetic sound, unfortunately, her vision was still adjusting, and for some reason, she couldn't smell as well... she cleared her throat and tried again.





"Grrrrroooooowwwwfff~!" Eyes wide, she pressed a hand to her throat, skin? Hands? The light began to adjust, her vision, oddly colorful, instead of it's normal gray, and she could see that she, indeed, had small, pale limbs, and a soft squishy body, with all the squishy parts exposed. She glanced over to the figure laying next to her, a child with a mass of green hair, and underneath her...? T-the building next to her... she was smaller than it! The human next to her wasn't the size of her paw, hand, whatever. A sudden pressure in her nasal passage began to build, and with a loud squeak there was a spurt of blood gushing forth from her nose, her weak and human nose.


She rolled off of her perch, twisting so that she landed in a crouching position, one hand clutched to her bleeding nose,
"M-man! What have you done to us!? Where is my massive form? My queen? Where does she lie!? You dare earn yourself the rage Kibamaru? The fang of desolation! The General of the North! The twisting mass of hulking anger that brought on KIBAMARU'S PLIGHT OF DESTRUCTION!? Your time to BREATHE is over! Consider your lives well lived!"





With that, she brought forth the pit of angry fire burning in the pit of her belly, opening her maw wide so that she could deliver the wicked hot flames to the group of people before her, she pushed, ready to toast their bones,


"Hya~ Hya~ Hya~ Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~!"





Nothing escaped her tiny mouth except for a puff of air, she slid to her knees, letting out a tiny sound of despair as her long white fur gathered around her stupid, tiny frame, "D-damn you all!"
 
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Cold.


It was cold. Shivering so hard that the pain was numbed, Rahma's eyes flashed open as her gaze dashed around the area, taking in her surroundings. Looking around, Rahma wondered if they were in a giant's land, for the buildings around her were...big. Too big for her liking. The spirit was all too used to staring down at things - except Kibamaru, of course - this sudden change made her...uncomfortable. Feeling as if she was the prey instead of the predator. The Great Rahma of the North felt....vulnerable.


As soon as the gears of the spirit's mind was working once more, one thought came to mind.


"Where is the queen?" Jumping up to her full height, the tips of Rahma's mouth turned down to form what seemed to be a frown. There wasn't much of a difference between the ground and her eyesight. She was far too close to the ground that what she would like to be. But, such a petty problem was nothing compared to the real conflict. "Is the queen hurt?"


Panic evident in her voice, Rahma found herself surprised at the clarity of her words, how her tone was higher than normal. It was then when the great spirit realized what had happened.


Gaze slowly falling down to her body, Rahma didn't bother to hold in the scream of horror when she took in the sight of what had happened.


"MY FUR!!" Running her hand - hand, not paws - over the smooth skin of her arms, Rahma found herself in shock as she was stuck in a human's body. A female human's body. The Great Rahma of the North was forced to take refuge within one of her weakest forms yet. A teenage girl.


Already feeling the hormone caused tears come to her eyes, Rahma placed a hand to her chest, noting that her heart rate was way past the average speed. What had caused such a terrible thing to happen? Hope rising in her heart, Rahma beamed when she spotted green. Her fur! Taking the long green locks in her hands, Rahma quickly wrapped the long "fur" around her body, doing her best to conserve heat.


But, no. This was the horrible thing called hair. It wasn't nearly as warm as fur. How was Rahma going to survive the winter like this? How did the humans do it? The ground felt cold under her bare feet, no flowers or plants sprung to life under her touch. It was as if Mother Nature herself rejected to let Rahma into the cycle of life.


Violently shaking her head, Rahma let her green locks fall in front of her face, as if it were a veil blocking her from the mystery of this new world. She didn't like not knowing what was going on, it made her feel insecure. Pushing away all those thoughts, Rahma emptied her mind and left only one sentence for her to even think about.


Where is my queen?
 
Like a swirling pool of fluxing, ever turning, stretch worthy limitless proportions pulling at every inched, bruised, tensed, flexed muscle, bone, fiber, cell, and atom on the very being that is considered bronzed and buff. A feeling not ever felt by feelings so ever engrossed in a cold twisted home of confusion and hurting of the head of the unfeltness. Migraine, as it was called, headache. Something of an unconscious spin of delusion, mixed with crazed images unexplainable by minds of simple proportion, or words to translate. With one final kick to the head, their was a sudden fall, a heavy landing, and a surface of human squishiness, as well accompanied by several additions of weight piled on the back. Breathless, airless, and eyes in a spin of swirls, groggy unconscious. Memory lacked of the traversal, but the beginning and the end here, new challenges and new adventures awaited. Baddies waiting to be beaten, damsels readied to be woo'd, and villains creating heroes. Those heroes needed companions, as such they needed the macho muscle that would hold up falling buildings and grapple with beasts of giant proportions. When all went to hell, the muscle would flex and like a smile undoubtable joy would be summoned.


"Arrggghuuuuggghhaaah!"


Muscles tensing, nothing kept the (no longer) bronzed god down. Junziburo Renovamen Cadmus von Destinaldo stood to his feet and with mighty ferocity that pulled at his being as he forcibly threw the entire group of his back.


"Defeat is not an option!" Juniburo stood with a spread legged stance upon his human mattress, shaking his arms around near his own head. He looked upon the group of (mostly) unfamiliar faces among the party. Mostly the only people he recognized being Jan and the Hero. Amongst his companions, he found in his sight, a crying little girl accompanied by a girl trying to hide in her hair, a woman wearing a man's clothes, a woman with a dress a few ten sizes to large for her, and his mattress. More challengers, no doubt.


Pounding his fists against his chest, and drooling like an ape, Junziburo began hollering at the group, "Challengers! I am here to kick your names, fight me now and forever have your ass taken!" He could have sworn that came out wrong, "Hero, where are our weapons? The call of arms comes to my ears, I must chop things in half." The (honestly, not so) bronzed god began scampering over to his leader, but some small being sat in his way, and directly of the way of his foot. Caught of guard, Junziburo almost tripped over the child, only to stagger and catch himself. "Child," he kneeled down to the little white haired girl, "you sit in the way of a man of mighty stature, the bronzed god, Junziburo Renovamen Cadmus von Destinaldo, the 3rd. As I was taught to as a child by my father, and as my father was taught by his father, and his father taught him, a man of Destinaldo always kicks the stones out of his way before he trips on them." Without further word, he stood up, reared his foot back, sending his legs into a full straight line towards the sky, then swung his leg into a low arc. His foot and toes dug under the little girl, perching her onto his leg and sending her directly at Jan.


"You get the young 'ens outa here! Lemme and Hero take care of the kicking of butt!"


Junziburo sent his smirking face at the two new females, one red of hair, one with male's clothes. "Lemme translate this to you, I am the ass kicker, and you are the ass kicky, that's as simple as it gets!" He began cracking his knuckles, then reached out his arm.


"Weigh anchor, Red Liberty!" He called out, preparing for his humongous weapon to appear in his hand.
 
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"Did I also say you're a ravishing beauty and that you most likely have many suitors?"


Johnny felt a flush of red rise on his cheeks. Confused at his own reaction, his smile dropped for a second, before he recovered, near immediately. "Nyahahaha! It's the hair, isn't it, Jan? It is quite the thing to CROW about, but not to that extent! I mean, it's a HEX lot longer than usual, but still! Get it? Hex? I made that right off the bat! Nyahahaha!" He folded his arms over his chest and gave his usual laugh. It washed over him at that moment, the realisation. Not wishing to place his hands upon his chest again, he ran his own hand on his sides and hips, felt the structure of his face, and then sighed, before checking his groinal area.


"Caw, caw, ca-caw?"


"Cheep!" The chick replied.


Johnny took a moment to translate that back to Crow. "Nyahahaha! CAWming from you, it must be true! Dimensional travel does effect lots of things! Though, I'm not sure when gender was ever part of the equation."


Johnny grabbed Jan's shoulders and shook him violently, still grinning away. "I'm Johnny. This is Horatio. Don't get your knickers CAWght in a bunch. Nyahahaha-ugh..." A stray thought had run past in his...her mind when Johnny realised he was in rather close proximity to Jan. Usually, there was no problem, seeing hexes did better the closer someone was to the hex-thrower. Now, a single stray thought just shot through, sending him...her turning away and wiping the rivulet of blood coming from her nose. Jan's cute, isn't he? The hex is going on with his head? Was it addled by the fact that his entire chromosomic arrangement was clocked in the noggin and got flipped, turned upside down, I'd like to take a minute just sit right- excuse me. Unable to take it, he turned to watch the other travellers get to their feet. Curious. The two most obvious beings that were supposed to be here...weren't. Giant foxes and dogs don't usually disappear into thin air. Running it through his...her...god, this is confusing, mind, Johnny pondered. He...that is to say, she, arrived with his dark mage's garb, Jan with his bandanna and his really adorab- ahem, and it did seem Hero, and the Bronzed God were in the similar out...fit...those pecs on the God...were they so magnetic the first ti-


Johnny felt the warm trickle of blood again, and he fled to the next side, refusing to turn back. Bombarded by new hormones that was estrogen, he could hardly concentrate. He took in a deep breath, adjusted his garb, and exhaled. The last they had seen of the demon animals were that they were bare. Those girls over there were bare.


"Horatio, what do you think?"


"Cheep cheep!"


"You're getting a hand's worth of fingers for dinner tonight, nyahahahaha!" Johnny spun around, his cloak, and hair, sent a flutter, his grin wider than ever. "I'm gonna kill you demons! It'll be so much FUN!" The juxtaposition between his cheerful tone, one of a schoolgirl when she gets a Valentine's card, and the words coming out of his mouth chilled the air. "Thoron!" he willed the beam of searing light to burst from his palm, to completely roast the demons into dinner.


A spark fizzled in his hand and died out. Horatio gave a small cheep, as his master's face fell ever so slightly. "Bolganone! Thuriszad! Bolting! Waste! Ruin!" Each spell was greeted with a pop and a fizzle. Johnny folded his arms, now slightly more comfortable with his new build. A little shorter, a little lighter, but all the same, quite nice, and furrowed his brows. The smile never left, though the sinister grin made Johnny's thoughts best left to the imagination.
 
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The warp of the black gate pushed and pulled against The Heroes skin as he felt as though his very essence was being torn asunder. The flow of black and purple all around him tricked his mind into a melting structure of racing thoughts. Without a a constant stream of colors or clear focal point The Heroes head swirled and rattled against itself. He could no longer see his companions he had just been with he was alone in the dark of an endless abyss. Shutting his eyes his thoughts raced through him almost taking an audible feeling as he constantly blasted himself with endless questions. What was he doing? What is the point of his quest? Where is he? What will happen? These stained the very fabric of his lobes. A bright light smeared onto the black canvas of his shut eyes. Quickly opening them he was blinded by a flash of great white before suddenly falling over himself and tumbling down to a surface.


The Hero face landed on soft cushioning that seemed to be that of a cloudy pillow. Quickly The Hero pressed his arm against something like flesh and tried to pick himself up.


"gah!"


The hero let out a soft groan of pain as objects smashed against his back and head. His consciousness slowly fading his eyes heavy like steel shutters forcing them down. The warmth in the feeling and slight subtle beating of an object underneath it brought him into a transient state as his eyes slowly shut closed. Exhausted from his constant fighting and the excitement the night before the raid of not sleeping. The Hero finally had what seemed to have a chance to sleep.


The Hero's face began to slowly nuzzle in between the two soft surfaces that served as his pull. A light smile splaying across his face was met with the right corner of his mouth left slightly ajar. A low trickle of drool fell from his mouth as the deep sleep he was in would be a hard spell to break. The drool began to slowly pool below his cheek pouring onto the surface of a dress. His mouth began to hum as a light snore expelled from the back of his throat.
 
The thundering pulsation of her raged heart pounded throughout her chest that it sent a roaring vibration up to her skull. She could hear it beating like the drums humans would beat on as they marched onto her playground called war. Her anger surged through her veins and seemed to null and numb any other feeling as she leapt into the void that would carry her and her kind away from their home. Humans were once again chasing the demons away from what was rightfully theirs. Swallowing down the curses she wanted to cry out, she attempted to tear away her mind from the horrific image of her little orphan child vanishing away into the light of the hero's heartless murder. And human's cried and screamed to tarnish her name with murder. Humans were the murders. She saw herself as nothing more than the reaper, coming to slice the human soul back down to its proper size. They belonged six feet down, perhaps even deeper, accompanied with the filth of the earth where their name would eventually have no memory or meaning. As the violet blurs of color surrounded their bodies, she bit down on her lip as she pierced down on the idea of the hero's death supplied by no other than her own hands.


"Bastar-," she began to mutter before she began to feel a sudden tingling sensation rippling throughout her body. Moving her eyes upwards towards the horizon, she winced at the bright illumination coming towards the end. Her heart sank they became closer to the ending of this void acting as another quick escape. As the queen, she was very present in battle but always the first to be escorted away if things proved too bloody. Kings lived on the battlefield but none had progressed so far in overrunning the humans. She was too precious of a leader to lose and once her name proved worthy, she was escorted away from the fight. Here she was running again and today was supposed to be her day of victory.


This would be the last time she'd ever run. She'd see that hero bleed if it was the last thing she'd ever do. She was determined to be the death of him.


As the light grew brighter and began to engulf her into this new exit, she felt a pulling force grab at her chest. It was as if she was being yanked forward and she quickly twisted her hips to ready for the landing. The force of this land was great. The ground couldn't be far from the opening --


"Mm."
A moan escaped the lips of the demon queen. A sharp pain pierced at back of her head, making her ears ring and neck ache. A heavy weight rested on her chest, even causing her front to ache in pain. But the familiar warmth somehow made her smile. Lily, the little orphan child she had adopted, used to always rush to her whenever she would return from her royal duties, tackling into her and knocking her back. Silly Lily. She reached out her arms, embracing the weight on her chest to snuggle the child close to her as she nuzzled her cheek into the mess of her hair. It was all just a bad dream and here she was now, with her little Lily. She clung onto her, pulling her even more into her chest. She'd probably hear the little child pipe out that she was smothering her soon but she didn't care. Lily was with her now and somehow -- soaking wet?


"Lily, what have you been crying about, silly girl?" Lilliana questioned, pulling away her cheek from her hair to look at her child. Opening her eyes, she noticed something rather strange to the sight. Lily didn't have brown hair.


Her eyes widdened as her arms cracked away from hugging whoever this vermin was laying on her chest, happily snoring between her womanly gifts. This wasn't Lily and the slobber seeping from his mouth wasn't her tears. Her skin suddenly began to crawl, wanting to peel off her skin and run away from this disgusting situation she seemed to find herself in. Never had a man ever even attemptedto touch her in such a way and here was foul human sleeping away on top of her like some human brothel tender.


"You filthy heathen!" She screamed out, her cry shrieking through the air as if someone had brought a knife to her very throat. As she breathed in to let out her protest, she took in the all too disgusting scent of the very own infamous hero. Was this the - this was the hero?


"Get off of me, you filth!" Jenkins upwards, she snatched violently at his shoulders to force him away from her. His drool had dampened her dress and soaked her dress. The audacity! Gripping onto him, she tossed him as far away from her as possible but as soon as he flew limply from her body, her dress snagged against his own attire and pulled her with him. Her face caught fire as she clawed at her torso to release herself from him but as she fidgeted with her clothing and released herself, she noticing it start to fall loosely to her stomach. Why was her dress so loose? Why, wait, why -


"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" She slapped her hands over her chest, well, what used to be her chest. This was not her body. This was not the body of a demon queen, an object of lust and desire with an abundance of feminine curves. What was this? This petite body of a simpleton with the chest of a young girl barely knowing adulthood. "Where- where are they? Where did they go!? What have you done!?"
 
"uheh" The light moan of dissatisfaction left the heroes slothful lips as the utterance seemed to take the sleeping spell off from his eyelids. The movement of him getting throne from his pillow top surface and loud noises all around him began to make him stir. The vision that came wit the opening of his eyes was blurred by a haze of black fuzz staining and causing the colors of the world to bleed together. The weight of his body seemed heavy as though his strength and stamina had been drained from him.


"rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." His stomach roared in discontent as the low vibrations trembled throughout his chest.


slowly lifting his body up to a sitting position, his eyes in a sleepy stupor he smacks his lips together several times as if to start his jaw muscles for the day. The Hero glanced around the area as a grip of people all stood around him. His left hand slowly rose up from the ground beside him and taking the back of his hand wiping the slime of drool away from his mouth. The sounds all around him were vacant the sleep acting as a natural silencer, as they slowly began to get louder and louder. A rush of sound burst into his ear as he soaked in the chaos going around him. The sound of whizzing objects afar. The taps of shoes from people he could not see, mixing into an orchestra of people talking, laughing and music from adds playing loudly.


There were 2 young looking females sheltering their body with their hands or hair. A strange man with strange clothes... carrying a pile of strange outfits. Another female who was loud and annoying whose voice held a bossy superiority of a tone. A white haired girl shouting magic spells out loud leading to no immediate effect. Junziburo from what it sounded like and seemed from his height had lost his bronze shine and highly trained muscles. Jan.... looked exactly the same.


The rush of noise destroyed his thoughts as the whimpering of the tiny females the yelling of his compatriots the spells and the bossy woman.


"ENOUGH!-enough!-enough!" The Hero screamed louder over everyone around him the enough echoed off the walls of the buildings around him.. "It seems from my quick assessment that we have been transported to some sort of Devil metropolis of unholy and abominable design. We must get a handle on this situation quickly lest we fall into a trap set by that all tits and no brain Demon Queen."


"Jan catch the girl." The Hero said in a monotone voice filled with annoyance .


Looking at the girl with red hair clutching her chest. "Quiet damsel you were in distress and now we have saved you, you should be grateful. Please remember the golden rule of women... They are to be seen and not heard. Now Shhh the men are talking."


He was hungry and tired two out of his three least favorite things to be. The Hero was in his do not trifle with him stage.


"Junziburo!... now secure the perverted man on the ground (Yojiro) who we thwarted from using his perverse deviant sex magic on those poor soon to be and naked females. Get as much information as you can from him... Torture him... Break fingers bones, cut off his best friend or an arm and leg, I don't care demon or human alike he is better rid from this world."


The Hero eyed the two females huddled on the floor and in an instant relinquished his tunic and his over shirt. Tossing one of them with immaculate heroic accuracy to the the tiny peach husk with the white flowing hair. Then slowly walked over to the one with green hair the hero placed his hand onto of her head holding his tunic in the other.


"There is no need to fear little one, We are the good guys." The hero knelt down to her level he gave her his warm boyish charm like smile to try and put her at ease.


After finishing his unequiping of his garb... The heroes head slowly turned towards the Female casting spells. Her garb was similar to Johnny's almost identical her long flowing white hair and fair skin just like his. The tight form fitting chestial area didn't leave much to the imagination as the fabric seemed to show a slight insight to what gifts it held underneath.


"Ahhh you must be Johnny's sister sent here to help us in his stead. He is a a good friend and it will be a pleasure to have you aboard."
 
A calm, gentle wind blew from the east, toward the setting sun in the west as though it were trying to follow the orb of celestial light; it was not in any hurry to reach its destination, for the wind knew it would arrive one day. That is what told itself, at least . . . that one day its endless journey around the world would end. Many people would think this thoughtless pursuit of the sun was pointless, but few realized that it embodied everything human beings were; they naturally chased after what they could never have, and were never satisfied with what they did have. Thus was the way of mortals, and that was why all of them were but children in the eyes of an Urufu Akuma . . . save for one; the lady whom this particular spirit served. The fading sunlight fell upon the orchard of cherry blossoms in which the spirit's mistress lay waiting for it, painting the pink-tinted petals in a crimson glow. Despite the tenderness of the breeze, some of the scarlet petals broke away and drifted to the soft floor below. The spirit could see itself in the petal, for their story was the same; both having been taken from their homes by gentle forces, they were sent adrift on the winds of fate, perhaps destined to wither to dust in the end. However, the spirit would not have it any other way.


The spirit was, in fact, male in thought. He also went by many names for which the locals gave him, but there was one name which he had taken as hs own; Hikaru, his mistress' light in the darkness of the night. Despite her waiting for him, Hikaru kept himself out of sight behind one of the many trees that dotted the landscape, and thought to himself. Why had he given his service to this particular human? What could he stand to gain from obeying a mortal like his mistress? The answer alluded Hikaru, but there were some clues; whenever he saw her, he could feel great joy rise within him, and when he was away from her, he desperately desired to be near her again. Never before had he felt this way for anything in his long existence . . . so why now, and why her? Hikaru sighed inwardly, for there was no way he could answer those without questioning his mistress; something he did not want to do. He had kept her waiting long enough.


It was then that Hikaru emerged from his hiding spot and into the view of his lady, and quite the sight he was, for none of this isle's inhabitants could claim to possess his traits. When he appeared before mortals, he adopted their shape so that his true form would not frighten them. While his body was of human form his features would make him stand out anywhere; with his darkly tanned skin and short-cut snow-white hair, he was odd enough. But those were not the most noticed of Hikaru's features . . . but rather, it was the pair of golden-shaded feral eyes he possessed; the eyes of a tiger. Hikaru was covered in finely-crafted gray fur garbs - gifts from his mistress - and bore many scars along his flesh . . . even spirits can be injured, given the right circumstances. By human standards, he could be considered moderately handsome, but the large scar across his right cheek marred whatever beauty he may have previously possessed. Hikaru took his time in approaching the woman who held his leash, but when he finally arrived before her, time seemed to pause as he took in her features.


Before him stood a beautiful, light-skinned human female. Her hair glistened from the faint light of the sunset, making it appear as though she had streams of the night sky pouring from her scalp, and her eyes were bright pools of almond brown . . . Hikaru thought he would sink into them if he looked any longer. The woman wore flowing white silk robes, which bore floral patterns made from scarlet thread, and on her neck laid a necklace of woven silver. The necklace held a sizable blue crystal fang - his fang - suspended over her bosom. Hikaru had given it to her as a promise of loyalty. They had met many years ago when she was still a child, and had wandered into the woods that were his domain. Normally, he would have stayed out of sight . . . but she had been being chased by human bandits wo were intent on capturing her. Hikaru had acted without thinking, rescuing the girl and frightening the bandits away. They had been connected ever since . . . and she had grown so much since then. Alas, she was beautiful . . . and she fully deserved the name which she had been given; Amaterasu.


Hikaru was so entranced that he barely realized that the young Shinto priestess had wrapped her arms around his mid-section in a warm, friendly embrace. It only took a moment of startled hesitation before he returned her affection, hardly noticing the light smile on his lips. After a couple more moments, Amaterasu withdrew from him and looked up at him with a bright and excited grin. "Can you believe it, Hikaru? It's going to happen tonight, finally! I'll be made a full priestess, and inherit the shrine! This is the greatest moment of my life!" She seemed to almost squirm with excitement, with her youth vibrantly being shown. Not only was tonight the night she became a priestess, but it was also the night when she reached the age that the humans considered her an adult. Without a doubt, it was a large milestone in her future, and Hikaru could not feel anymore . . . what was the word? Proud? Yes, that was it. An odd, but satisfying emotion.


Hikaru smiled and bowed his head to his mistress.
"I am delighted, my Lady. You deserve this night, and much more. You will become one of the finest priestesses known to this isle . . . and your peers will come to realize this in the future, I am certain. It is an honor to serve a young woman of such holy regard." Amaterasu rested a hand on his cheek and lifted his eyes to hers, a soft smile on her face with a hint of exasperation.





"You do not have to do that, Hikaru . . . and again, call me Ama-chan. You are not a servant, you are my friend. I do appreciate everything you have done for me, and with my coming of age . . . your duty is done. If you wish to leave, and return to your former home, you can do so. It is the least I can do after all these."





Hikaru's eyes widened at her offer. She was releasing him from their contract? The chance to return to his old home, back in the wild . . . it was incredibly tempting, but he could never leave his mistress. Not his Amaterasu. Taking her hand in his, he shook his head and adopted a fierce expression on his face. "I . . . I thank you, my La-. Ama-chan. But I must decline that offer . . . my duty to you still stands. In these dark times, even holy priestesses are in danger of being targeted by the wicked. So I shall stay, to serve as your shadow." Amaterasu's grasp on his hand tightened as she leaned against his chest, and a weak whisper escaped her delicate lips. "...Then never leave me, Hikaru...please..."





"...I would never dream of it, Amaterasu."





Flicker.





"So, it is official? Your marriage to the Daimao Haburashi will be taking place, my Lady?"





"Yes. He has been very gracious . . . he is a kind and gentle man, who gives his wealth to the downtrodden, and pursues peace in this era of constant war. I think you would approve of him."





"He is human. But more so, he is a politician. Everything he does is in pursuit of power, nothing else. He is not fit to marry you . . . no man is. Only a divine being is worth taking as your husband, for you deserve nothing less, Amaterasu."





"Do you think I am only concerned with power, Hikaru?"





"I did not say that-"





"I am human, Hikaru. You seem to forget that. This marriage must happen, for the safety of my people and for the prosperity of our shogunate. I have already consulted with Heaven . . . this marriage has been planned for quite some time."





Hikaru fell silent after the slight chastise from his mistress, his golden eyes locked onto the back of Amaterasu's head as she combed those lovely dark streams of hair. Much had changed about her since the day she obtained ownership of the shrine; the stress of the position and the passage of time had caused her body to mature . . . but if anything, it had only made her more beautiful; more attainable. She had been sought after for quite some time by local nobles and some powerful samurai, but she had never accepted a proposal because it had not been the will of Heaven. Now . . . now the situation has changed, and she would soon marry the Daimao, Zabuna Haburashi, son of their isle's shogun. Hikaru struggled to suppress the surge of envy that broiled inside him, and closed his eyes. Why should he feel an emotion such as envy? What was he envious of? Zabuna? Perhaps . . . but Hikaru did not like what that may entail, so he ceased his thinking on the matter.


Walking over to Amaterasu, he took the ivory comb gently from her hand and stroked the weaves of her hair with it; she let him do so without complaint. They remained in uncomfortable quiet for a long time, the silence only broken by the soft release of air from his mistress' nose. Of course, only his fine hearing could detect such a low-pitched sound, so it only had the effect on him. The silky feeling of her hair against his hands soothed his frayed nerves, and the rhythmic noise of her breathing increased the effect it had over him. He looked into the mirror before them, watching the gorgeous face of his mistress. Her eyes were closed, and she looked as though she were asleep and at peace. It pleased him to see her this way. When he was finished, Hikaru set the comb down and murmured quietly,
"...He is a lucky man. Few would ever be graced with a beauty as absolute as yours."





"Thank you, Hikaru." Amaterasu opened her eyes, revealing the tender brown orbs that resided there and stood up from the simple wood chair she had sat in. After observing herself in the mirror, she turned away from the vanity and him to cross over to the wardrobe near her bed. Currently, she was garbed in a silvery gown that served as her night garments, and Hikaru found it oddly pleasing to see it cling to the curvature of her body. It was not until Amaterasu started unbuttoning her gown that Hikaru realized what she was doing. His cheeks reddened and he switched his gaze away; an odd reaction for him, certainly. His eyes reverted back to her just in time to see her in all her bare glory. He felt a heat rise inside him from the sight, and . . . it frightened him. Hikaru turned away once more and waited until she was fully dressed in her ceremonial Shinto robes before he returned his attention to her. A wry smile was on Amaterasu's rose-bud lips, but she said nothing, thus saving him from further embarrassment.





"Hikaru, I will return soon. I must go meet the Daimao . . . please keep an eye on things while I am away?"





"...Yes, Amaterasu."





Flicker. Flicker.





"Ama-chan...! Relax, you have to hold on, you are almost done! Please, you can survive this . . . you have to! For the child! For me! Damn it, Amaterasu, I cannot lose you now!"





Hikaru held onto Amaterasu's cold right hand tightly as the midwife from a nearby village tended to the birthing priestess, his nerves frayed from the stress of the last few days. A couple years back, his mistress had married a young Daimao by the name of Zabuna Haburashi. At first, he did not like the Daimao . . . but the man had turned out to be an honorable, just person. Zabuna had treated his subjects - and most of all, Amaterasu - gently and with great compassion. However, this proved to be a weakness, as it had made the people soft . . . and thus no match for the invading army of a rival shogunate. The enemy had stormed the countryside as though they were a flood of demons, burning and destroying everything in their path. When they arrived at the shrine, they had brought the head of the former Daimao . . . and were giving no quarter, even to those who spoke to Heaven above. These humans were faithless monsters, and tore apart the shrine to find Amaterasu . . . but Hikaru had managed to get the priestess away from the fighting and the slaughter. Despite his efforts, Amaterasu was still harmed; not physically, but emotionally and spiritually. The death of her husband and the destruction of her shrine were proving to be too much for her, and the stress had forced into labor.


Hikaru had taken Amaterasu back to the forest in which they had first met; to a cave which was secluded from all who did not know where to find it. It was to become a place of recovery for his dear priestess, or even a solemn refuge until things had simmered down with the invaders. It took all Hikaru had to keep himself from weeping in despair at the tragedy that was befalling his mistress, but he managed to bottle it up inside. All he cared about was that she would survive this encounter . . . by any means necessary. It pained Hikaru to have to rely on an old human woman to care for Amaterasu, but his domain was not in the arts of healing. So, he had to sit . . . and wait in the agony of uncertainty.



After several hours of labor, the deed was nearly done. However, the effort had drained Amaterasu of nearly all her strength, and she had slowly begun to fade. Hikaru watched helplessly as the life disappeared from the flesh of his beloved mistress. He turned to the midwife, his eyes tearing up for the very first time he could remember. "...Is there nothing you can do to save her? Please...there must be something you can-" The midwife shook her head sadly, cradling a small bundle in her arms. "I wish there was more I could do . . . it took everything I had to get the child out. She has bled too much . . . Heaven calls to her now." Time seemed to slow down for Hikaru as he felt the world he had been living in for the last two decades start crumbling around him. Everything he had worked for, all he had done . . . for nothing. His mistress was going to die. Turning to her, he cupped her face with his hands and whispered to her, sorrow and pain drowning out any other emotion within his voice.





"...Ama-chan . . . Ama-chan, can you hear me?" A weak response came from Amaterasu as she opened her eyes, looking at him and giving only the faintest of smiles.





"...Hikaru..."





"I . . . I am sorry I failed you, Ama-chan. I should have . . . I could have . . ."





"Shh. It is . . . okay, Hikaru. None of this was . . . your fault. It was . . . mine. Please do not . . . cry. I hate . . . seeing you upset. Promise me something . . . Hikaru."





"...What is it?"





"W-Watch . . . over my baby . . . please. It is . . . my final wish. Will you . . . do this for . . . me?"


"I will . . . I will, Ama-chan. I love you, I always have . . . "





"...I know you have. I . . . love you too . . . Hikaru."





Hikaru could hear Amaterasu's final breath leave her body after saying her last goodbye, as if it were her soul escaping her body and drifting up to the skies above. He knelt there at her side for a long time, a steady stream of tears pouring down his face but he remained in total silence. She was gone; lost to him forever. He could not chase her into Heaven, for he was a spirit bound to the earth. This was their last time together, and he knew it. Never again would he hear her laugh, or see her smile. Never again would he feel the warmth of her skin and the kindness of her words. Everything he had loved and more was gone, all having left him with that last release of air. So it was that the petal whom had been taken from its cherry blossom tree had finally wilted . . . nothing more than a dry leaf on the forest floor. With a profound emptiness inside of him, Hikaru took off the coat that his mistress had given him long ago and laid it over the top half of her body before standing up. He turned to look at the midwife, who eyed him coolly.





"...May I see him?" The midwife hesitated for a moment, but complied with a nod and handled the small, mewling bundle of the human child over to Hikaru. The spirit looked down at what was in his arms . . . it was a red, shriveled-up thing, and its cries were pathetic. However, Hikaru could see parts of the boy's mother in his face, and knew that this boy was his love's legacy left behind on this earth. With a shuddering breath, Hikaru kept his golden gaze on the child while he spoke to the midwife. "Can you . . . find him a home? He will need a mother to feed him, for I have no milk to give." The midwife nodded, and folded her arms as she studied the child. "...Since Lady Amaterasu had not given a name to the boy, I suppose you should have the honor of doing so." Hikaru said nothing as he stared at the bundle in his arms, his silence lasting for several moments before she spoke again. "...He is the child of a woman whose beauty was equal to that of the Moon. He has been dealt an injustice that will last generations . . . he will want vengeance once day, and I will guide him to it. His name is Marizuki . . . my rebel of the Moon."


Katsumi grimaced as the memory of last night's dream faded away from her mind and back into the depths of her subconscious; it was one of the most bizarre and seemingly real dreams she had ever had, but it was not the first time she had one like it. Many other dreams featuring the same events had occurred over the last few months, but they had mostly been fragments or incredibly distorted . . . this was the first time the dreams had ever been so clear. It was like a romantic tragedy movie from the United States, and one she actually enjoyed, no matter how sad it was. What she could not figure out was why she was having the dreams. Maybe it was some movie she had seen recently, or maybe it came from hearing so many of Akemi's sappy stories . . . well, it did not matter. Katsumi had more pressing matters at hand, which included her good-for-nothing childhood friend, Yojiro.


Katsumi grunted quietly as she stretched out her arms, her footsteps echoing quietly on the pavement of the empty street. Yojiro - her oldest friend and perhaps the biggest goofball she had ever known - had promised to help her with cleaning up the garden at Shinto shrine her father owned, but he had left the school grounds before she had managed to catch him. He always tended to "forget" to meet her in these kind of situations . . . just what she expected from her favorite slacker. Well, when she got her hands on him, he'd
beg to go to the shrine with his legs still attached to his body. Katsumi smiled slightly at the thought of him prostrating himself before her like a servant before his mistress; quite the amusing image. Some might consider Katsumi to be a bit of a sadist, but that was not entirely true, for she only liked hurting people who deserved it. Like slackers.


The wind had started to pick up again, the draft causing the skirt of her school-issued uniform to flap against her smooth, light-colored thighs and tickling her sensitive skin. Her long black hair fluttered from the breeze like streams of shiny black glass, framing her youthful face against the failing sunlight of the setting sun. The silver necklace and crystal fang on her neck also caught the sun's orange-yellow glow, causing them to glisten against her bosom. It would not be long before night fell, and she hated being out on the streets at night; not because she was scared, but because she hated leaving her family without her for long periods of time. She would have to get to his house soon and drag him out within the next half-hour if she expected to get anything done today. Grumbling, Katsumi hoisted her bag over her shoulder and tied it tightly to her with the string before she began to sprint down the road, her smooth strides carrying her with the ease of a dancer and the precision of a skilled athlete.



It only took a few minutes for Katsumi to reach Yojiro's neighborhood, and she took the shortcut street that led to his house. She did not know why Yojiro did not use this road more often . . . but she could not put anything past her friend's masculine stupidity. Katsumi dashed down that very shortcut, expecting to arrive to her friend's house soon and without trouble . . . she couldn't have been more wrong. After turning a corner, she was greeted by the sight of a large group of naked and half-naked teenagers, all of whom were surrounding a collapsed Yojiro who was being harassed by a baby chick. It was as if she had stumbled into a drug-induced orgy . . . or a horribly crafted Western comedy. While Katsumi tried to regain her breath, all she could do was stare in disbelief at the sight before her, with a response coming out of her lips more on impulse than anything else;
"...What...the...$%#!..."





Who were these people? And more importantly, why the hell were they all naked?! Secondly, why was Yojiro with them? Were they about to . . . rape . . . him? Everyone knew that the sexual slave-trade was bad here in Japan with the Yakuza and all, but she did not think they'd stoop as low as to select . . . Yojiro. Maybe when she got through beating their heads in, they might obtain enough sense to pick a better-looking target for their sick schemes. Gritting her teeth, she charged over to them and getting ready to knock some of their teeth in. "Hey! Weirdos! What are you doing to my friend?!"
 
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The claim that the strange woman was Johnny surprised and puzzled Jan, how could that psycho turn female? It didn't make sense, but the mannerisms, the fact that his....her....his...her....JOHNNY's eyes never opened even once and that the smile on.....that person's face didn't look like it could be erased no matter how potent the solution used, that sanity-straining "NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" It took him seconds to come to grips that that woman could be Johnny with boobs, it was plausible at least due to the way she carries himself and not anyone could pull it off like Johnny did and she was able to do exactly that.


She kept shaking him back and forth, back and forth as if it would help with the situation, no proof meant that this woman isn't Johnny yet though. However, The closer he got to the woman with each following pull, the more aware he was of that fact that he has never been this close to a woman before. It may have flustered him, it may not, if it did and the woman was Johnny with boobs, Jan would need to do some serious soul searching when this is all over. The woman, after all, did look like she could have a large number of suitors, Jan wasn't lying when he said she was beautiful. Jan also had idea how she could turn a profit from those suitors and walk away with clean hands and reject them all in the process. A method he himself may have applied were he born female and at least possessed half the looks this strange woman had.



The woman finally relented and tried to take stock of her surroundings, but that was impossible, people don't get lost in their hometowns. But what if it is Johnny with boobs? Jan was about to ask more of the situation and about Johnny to confirm that it was Johnny with boobs and not some fan girl trying to be Johnny...with boobs, though why anyone would emulate that psycho was beyond Jan. Except that Johnny did seem to have a following of like minded or more accurately, trying to be like minded individuals that look up to him. Just one of the perks of being a companion of the Hero, everyone wanted to be you, but no one wants to be Jan and that was just how it goes. Not that it bothered Jan, as long as profits are maximized and expenses are minimized Jan could live with being an insignificant supporting character in the story.



Anyway back on track, Jan was about to ask more about this strange woman when he noticed her nose began bleeding, for reasons Jan could not comprehend. She may be feeling unwell which would explain why she looked lost in her own hometown, though how would she even know her way around if her eyes were closed like they were right now? Perhaps she has mastered every inch and foot of the town and knows exactly where she is. If she did know her way around, then it would prove that she isn't Johnny.



Much thoughts, so confusing. wow. Then a question came into his mind.



How does Johnny even see where is going or know who he is talking to, if his eyes are perma-closed? How does he know what he's looking at? Is Horatio the same crow? Or is Horatio just a random crow and Johnny is simply calling it Horatio?


"Jo-"


He couldn't finish what he wanted to say when something crashed into him, he didn't notice it as he was busy trying to solve the puzzle "Does Johnny have boobs now?" The thing in question could be described as small, naked and angry. The impact was so hard it forced him back on the floor, with a feral little naked girl on him. He shoved her away as far as he could after he realized the predicament. It would be inconvenient to be caught with an individual such as that little naked feral girl, it would create problems that only money could solve.


While he was laying on the ground, Hero began issuing his orders and tried to take the reins of the situation. It was good that they still had their figurehead and leader in this strange Devil Metropolis. Whatever the hell "Metropolis" meant. Though it was pretty vague who "the girl" was. Was it the little naked feral girl he shoved off him? The not-Johnny Johnny? That other little naked girl on him a while ago? That girl wearing a dress that makes you think she's dreaming of growing big tits? He decided to stand up first and then play "Who's the girl Hero is referring to." Then the hero clarified the whole "Is she really Johnny?" problem. Of course that girl would be his sister that they have never met nor Johnny ever mentioned, there was no way that psycho could turn female. It made perfect sense!



Jan got up just in time to see a young, strangely dressed woman round the corner, look shocked and started uttering complete outraged gibberish.



The words went something like this (courtesy of google translate):



···何が······ファック?


and


おい!変人!あなたは私の友達に何をしているのか?


Could this be the dialect of the region? If so, it was a strange region that didn't exist within the kingdoms. Come to think of it, everything here was strange to Jan. The smooth stone buildings, the disappearance of the Demon Dogs, the cacophony of strange sounds all around them, all of it was new and strange.
 
He'll stake them, roast them on a spit and then use their insides for materials for his next hex. Rip their hairs out strand by strand since they despise it so much, and thread them into a soft woven pillow especially cursed for lovers. How about extracting their souls to sell to the darkness for the purchase of utilising dead ones as his minions? Demon souls were worth every penny in the underworld's underworld, or so he heard from Horatio's siblings. He knew that tagging along with the Hero would eventually reap him his profits. After all, good karma begets good luck.


"Enough!" came the Hero's voice loud and clear in the evening surroundings. Johnny made a mental note to shift his 'appointment' with a curse up by one spot, just after Jan. Quietly, he wondered what would be the next hex he would put on either of them. He may have lost his magic, but there was no telling if simple black magic still had a hold here. Speaking of which, why didn't magic work as always? Rasenholf the Hypothetical's theory of drawing magic from the nearby area and remolding it into a useful form (killing people) was clearly faulty but it worked almost everywhere. Jorgen the Wishful's one of tapping into one's magical resources to utilise magic was the most probable one, since he did use his imagination to productively produce magic (i.e. kill more people). Then, how is it that now, he lacked the ability to toast them dead? He was trying to tap into magical reservoirs both within and without to do his bidding (kill people), and nothing he wanted (which was to kill people, in case you didn't know) was happening at the immediate time.


"Ahhh you must be Johnny's sister sent here to help us in his stead. He is a a good friend and it will be a pleasure to have you aboard." The Hero addressed Johnny, his perfectly sculpted facial structure turning towards her. Those cheekbones were to die for, and Johnny knew a thing or two about dyi- For the sakes of the Gods, will his mind ever stop wandering off?!


"Nyahahaha! Sorry to disappoint, Johnny has no relatives. They're all dead. Deadity deady dead. Dead as doornails. Dead as dead can be. Dead dead. Like, dead. Real dead." Johnny touched her chin and gave a conspiratorial smirk. For one small instant, it seemed as if one of his eyes actually opened ever so slightly, revealing a golden shade underneath. As swiftly as it had come, it vanished. "I'm Johnny. Also, I think I have CAWme aCROWss our current dilemma as to why I am not in the same physiCAWl state, am unable to utilise my magic and where these two brats came from." Johnny strode over to the girl who set herself on Jan, and very lightly, shoved her away from the guy with the most amazing goate- not this again. "Nyahahahaha! I have read of worlds that function with no magic and demons. At least, not readily apparent ones." Johnny raised one hand, pointed at his own temple and his face contorted to one resembling a wince. A spark fizzled at his fingertip. Nothing followed. "We innately still have our powers, but this world's rules just will not let us exist with them. And neither will it let demons exist. So, here we are, with no powers whatsoever, no giant dogs, no foxes, and sadly, no killing any of you deader than my family. Who are quite dead. Nyahahahahahaha!" That theory, curiously, didn't explain why he became a she. Maybe his existence wasn't supposed to be male in the first place. Or maybe his existence as a male here would completely wreck the rules of the world. What 'rules' exactly, he couldn't figure.


A human female had arrived to the scene. Johnny might have lost his powers, but there was no denying it. This girl had darkness within her heart. A certain perverse desire to....do something. But what? The language that exited her mouth didn't seem to be recognizable to Johnny, and he was taken aback for quite a bit. "Okay, guys, don't panic, I got this." Johnny drew in a deep breath, then spoke: "Caw-caw caw caw caw! Caw caw caw ca-caw caw, caw, caw, caw caw!"


Horatio gave Johnny a puzzled look. Johnny replied with an innocent shrug and a grin. "I tried."
 
"Child! I am not a child! I am the demon general of the North! The great Kibamaru! The Fang of Desolation! The next unworthy, dreg of society to touch me will have a spit ran through their innards a-"





Kibamaru paused, her eyes travelling from the strange humans around her, past the strange girl who spoke of another language, away from the man dressed in and to the familiar voice that was so engraved into her mind, that she could pick it out through a crowd of three thousand. In fact, the strange looking humans around her were all starting to sound familiar.


She stood, pulling the garment offered to her
onto her petite body. It was unneeded, but an attempt to honor the mortals' strange fixation with modesty.


Her limbs shook, as she was unaccustomed to holding her weight on two legs, but her wide, now
red eyes had found their target, her queen, clutching at her dress, now that she, somehow lacked the massive Kiba-nuzzlers to hold them up. Disgusting, wretched, odious, contemptible, and ignoble, the party of the Hero had done this.





The shift of her form, her lack of power, their strange surroundings, her lack of power, she was not used to feeling so...
weak. With a few firm steps she reached her queen, stepping firmly in front of her and shielding her gracious form from the disgusting, lust-filled men spread throughout the small cramped, sour smelling area.


The strangely dressed woman, she must be a denizen of this world. Unfortunately she spoke a weird, choppy language, and as Kibamaru struggled to understand what she had said, a long, white haired woman had begun trying to communicate with a plethora of 'caws'. But was what she said true? Their powers existed, but this world's own frequencies negated them from... existing? She attempted, once again, to draw the heat from her belly, and spit the flames of hell. Nothing, save for a puff of smoke.






"Queen Lilliana, did you hear what this woman said? This world, it doesn't allow for demons to exist. Apparently instead of our appearance completely disappearing we were forced into human states," she explained, placing her hands on her hips, disturbed my her own fleshy, feminine curves, disgusting things that lacked the power to stomp feeble men to bits and pieces, "I think our best course of action would be to retreat, to seek refuge somewhere until we can figure out how to return, or to gain our power here, and possibly destroy and ravish their world. Hopefully they have cattle farms for me to feast on...." she mused, resuming her protective stance in front of her queen.


 
His nerves calmer, Yojiro managed to pull himself of the ground, his clothes were in a state of great disrepair and he found his state to be highly deplorable. His shirt was black from the stumpy water that pooled in the alleyway. He stunk of fetid rot and horrid detritus, Yojiro screwed his face into a disgusted frown and sighed his exasperation. He was soaked now from head to foot and he felt horrible, not to mention having been squashed by a giant of a naked man. "So........naked. Tooo.....naked." Yojiro shivered as the images replayed in his mind over and over again. His stomach grumbled its discomfort over the horrid images and Yojiro was bent double dry heaving; the contents of his stomach refusing to usher forth.


When finally the heaving had ended Yojiro managed to pull himself together enough to take stock of the situation. It was as if a 'Weirdo' singularity had exploded all over him releasing these present nut-jobs from their interstellar prison. The naked man from earlier had just recently punted a girl into the distance while he yammered this and that about rubbish. Their words were strange at first but Yojiro realised that they were speakig English. The schoolboy looked about and found that there indeed was a whole host of weirdos, a cornucopia's worth in fact. He hoped he would never have to see so many in his lifetime ever again. Knowing his luck, he would end up stuck with these ones for the rest of his entire life, a prospect he dreaded right then and there and he didn't even know these people from a bar of soap. A bar which he sorely needed right then and there.


It took him a minute or to from close observation to surmise that these people were not all friends, in fact he thought they were probably enemies of some sort. The way they talked to each other was strange, they all seemed puzzled too which was doubly odd. Slowly Yojiro began to sidle along the wall towards his small cart of costumes. He only made it halfway to the cart before Katsumi appeared in the alleyway. Just as usual it only took a moment before she snapped into a conclusion that would end with him being in some precarious situation. Hell, for all he knew she could be thinking that these people were a group of Yakuza rapists here to ravage him. her exclamations proved him right and facepalmed.


The chaos continued, if anything nothing had escalated in the least, Katsumi's appearance was almost normal and ordinary compared to the naked wackos littered about the place. Meanwhile Yojiro continued to inch his way towards the cart and from there to freedom. It would be worth going the long way home if only to avoid the present group of crazy people and Katsumi who was no doubt searching for him because he failed to do something he didn't want to do. Closer and closer he got to the cart full of costumes. "Come on Yojiro..." He whispered, his goal was nearly in sight, he could literally almost touch it.
 
Nothing happened, the great and might red anchor did not take shape in Junziburo's hand, as it had always done. This was supposed to be his catch phrase, his battle call, what the hell, man. Usually, the weapon would be conjured by some type of magic, given to himself and the hero by some type great wizard or whatever that allowed them to make their ideal weapon out of magic. Junziburo always doubted that damned mystics of those magi. They were just way too smart for their own good, just talking out of their asses no doubt. Listening to them lead them to this terrible situation, Junziburo was void of his beautiful, humongous, incredious, powerful, death defying, death bringing, crush crusher, beautifully designed, demon destroying, red liberty. This situation was indeed tear inducing, surely everyone would be induced in to a moment of sadness and silence of the disappearance of the red anchor, ti's truly the saddest of sad days. A weapon that had been by its master through thick and thin, that would not bend or brake, that would keep reliability when being used against any great demon or beast, even if defeat seemed undoubtable the great sword did not waver or weaken. The red liberty truly was the greatest weapon a man could ask for. Truly, truly. Junziburo was prepared to give a speech for his poor and beloved weapon, but his situation of sadness was cut off by the rudeness of a flat chested boring shaped woman who screamed and tore at the the Hero. Junziburo's wrath and grief edged him to kick some name, starting with this "damsel" but the Hero woke only a few moments after and promptly began taking charge of the situation.


He quickly named and assessed this event and went about taking control of the chaos, calming the damsel, giving orders, one of which directly to Junziburo. The Hero went on to take good care of poor lil'ns that were most likely dead cold with no clothes on. They were quickly showered with the Hero's plethora of shirts. Then the next target was the witch, she had attempted to cast a spell but with full failure, foolish witch! The only magician Junziburo would put his trust into again is Johnny, and that would only be for warming his soup. Then they began to blather about something or other, Junziburo lost interest quickly, as the words got longer and harder to understand, especially the sentences, something about "caw" then that "nyaha" laugh then another "caw" and practically rinse and repeat. Junziburo found himself picking his nose trying to keep up with the conversation or whatever one would call it.


There was another woman, they were in so much supply here! But what happened to their fun pillows? Perhaps their were less men in this world, so the pillows were void of men's hopes and dreams, thus making them much smaller. Aye, that was the only reasonable explanation. Then it was decided, Junziburo, the Hero, maybe Jan, and Johnny's quest here was to impregnate all the women and bring about a proper uprising of the shlong. That way the women could grow to be properly healthy and men could equal the population. Junziburo would have to share this realization with the group later, if he remembers, but first his job was hard pressed by the Hero to carry out his grandiose and difficult order.


Like darts, the Renovamen gaze shot to the perverted man, sliding against the wall and headed towards his cart of evulz! He could not let this demonic, evil, and destructive being get to the cart. With the speed of Cadmus, Junziburo launched himself at the wall, directly at the perverted man and full on speared him against the wall. Like an octopus, Junziburo grappled and pinned the human and pinned him into a headlock.


"Disgusting bastard! How dare you attempt such dastardly schemes in the midst of Hero and his companions, you shall be broken, tortured, broken again, tortured more! I would say more but my vocabulary only allows me to describe that much! I doubt any word can match the content of pain and anguish you shall feel by my wrath, createn of disgust and ugly stuff! Die!"
 
Staring up at what she recgonized as the Hero, Rahma felt extremely uncomfortable looking up at him, even if it was only a few inches. The nature spirit was so used to looking down upon people, General Kibamaru was the only exception as she was her senior by a few centuries or so.


"Silly human," Rahma easily took the tunic and slipped it over her head, her bare skin was now shielded from the cold air. "I thank you for you assistan--" The nature spirit bowed curtly before catching one of the sounds that she wished to never hear.


Hearing her queen's cry of agony, Rahma's eyes suddenly widened as she quickly stood up from her hunched position in her hair and hurried over to her majesty within the time of a flash.


"Your majesty, what's wro--" Then Rahma saw the massive change that her queen had undergone, or the lack of in this situation. "Your mammary glands! They've sh--" Quickly cutting herself off, Rahma took a moment to compose herself before speaking to the demon queen in a much more calm manner, after all, with all this chaos, someone must be levelheaded enough for doom not to come upon the land. Even though this wasn't her earth, it was still earth.


And in all of this chaos, in spite of herself, Rahma let out a hearty laugh, one that wound normally shake the ground. Instead, it came out as a loud giggle, ringing softly through the alleyway. The nature spirit's lips turned up into that shape of a smile, her pearly whites being shown in a way that she would usually use as a sign of aggression. But not here, here a smile was a good thing.


As her laughter faded, Rahma felt out of breath as she wiped the small drops of tears that had accumulated at the corners of her evergreen eyes. Such an idiotic situation she was in, Rahma pondered upon how they would ever get out of this one.


((OOC//: I have a few things I would like to apologize about; the wait, the shortness of this post, and the quality of this post. So so sorry! I didn't know it was my turn! Feel free to message me if you're waiting. Sorry!))
 
The Heroes eyes slowly fluttered in a new feel of confusion as the words rattled around his semi empty head. The young green haired girl called the one whose small chest leaked from her oversized gown. "m-m-m-majesty?" The worlds rolled around his mouth like a young boy sucking on a marble. The Hero retracted quickly as he placed his hand in front of him taking a step back. "M-MAJESTY!" The cried out for all to hear.


His pupils began to shake as they strained onto the red haired girls face and torso.


"You're... you're royalty?!" His mouth shook with a sense of bewilderment. The small gears inside his head began to churn as his mind began to make another heroic assumption. This young man Junziburo was about to snap in half had taken this young princess in an abduction attempt. This all happened while the young girl had been getting fitted for a new royal gown whose chest size needed to be trimmed to fit her lack luster rack. These two young girls are the Princesses servants as they offered their bodies up to the villain in order to protect their princess....


The heroes eyes slowly closed as the stain of the tiny girls begging and pleading to spare their liege burned into his mind. The corners of his sockets filled with the clear liquid of tears as the beauty and self sacrifice rattled him to the core. The Hero and his companions on their teleportation following the demon king just happened to bump into him by happenstance and stop his evil deeds.


The heroes head slid down as he stared at the ground the inner anger and rage towards this lecher bubbled and coddled itself into a form of pure hatred. The heroes eyes glowed a fiery red as the shadow veil stayed on his face. Slipping into the madness the flame flickering eyes raised up and met the man on the floor. The minds of men have a special talent called manlepathy where men can communicate their thoughts with one another. This skill is thought to be a myth by females... but men know that the extra antenna gives them this power.


"Junziburo." The voice came out as if it was the very voice of Satan himself.


"Hold him we will break off his D!XX and feed the XXXXer down his XXXXing throat. If he XXXXing moves snap him in half."


The heroes body seemed that of the Avatar of War as the flaming aura spread around him as he slowly walked towards the pervert on the ground. His killing intent flowing out of him at an exponential rate.


With a slight tilt of the head The heroes neck let out a bone shattering crack. His fists clenched as the pops from his knuckles rang out into the alley way. a ghoulish smile cracked onto his shaded face.


The sounds of sirens could be heard getting closer and closer as wandering eyes made their way down the alley way to see a scene most queer. Those Sirens were the sound of the police responding to a report of a domestic disturbance.


The alley held:

1 shirtless man


2 half naked girls


1 girl struggling to hold up loose fitting dress


1 man with a headband and stubble


1 girl who laughs like a crazy person


An angry school girl


and a pervert with a rack of weird fetish costumes covered in ground sludge and ooze.
 
All tits and no brain.


The sound of his voice releasing out these words set themselves on a constant repeat in the queen's head as her eyes steadily began to narrow as she gripped at what mounds of her chest she had left to call her own. Her eyebrows gathered to furrow as her forehead wrinkled into her expression of growing anger. The sound of his oh, so glorious voice itched at her ears as he boomed his heroic words like some storybook leader. Biting down on the side of her mouth, she could almost taste the metallic sensation of blood tickling her tongue as the bomb in her emotions began to tick away.


All tits and no brain.





Lilliana could barely turn her head to look down at the body of a young girl making her way over to her. Her eyes shifted for a brief moment before snapping back towards the hero. He looked slightly different. Something about him wasn't the same. He seemed a tad lankier than usual, but there was no mistaking that stench both him and his party held. It was the smell of brothels and battlefields, with the scent of stale beer acting as their signature cologne. She reached her hand up and brushed aside some of her crimson hair as the child beside her spoke.


"Wait, Kiba?" She looked down. This white haired girl -- human girl -- was Kibamaru, her lifetime partner and guardian? She listened to her closely, centering in on her voice aside from the roar of idiots that surrounded them. They were forced from their human state? As soon as the words left Kiba's lips, Lilliana's hands quickly snapped up to her head, gripping at her head. Her hair ruffled and became in a disarray as her heart pounded in her frail chest. She was a human? She was a disgusting, filthy, loathsome human, like the hero and his band of fools and all the low swine of the earth?


Her attention was snatched by another child that ran up to her, claiming her as her majesty. Her hair was the same emerald shade of Rahma and without any other thought, she knew that to be her other guardian. As she exclaimed her worry over the queen's breasts, she gasped at the realization that while searching for her horns, she had let go of the once clutching fabric that protected her chest. Snatching it up, she covered her poor excuse of a female's chest. Her mind raised while her Rahma belted into a fit of laughter. Her mind raced. She had lost everything. Her child, her kingdom, her female gifts, and now her demonic blood to this human shell of a body. This was all because of him, the human, the moronic hero-


Picking up her head, she looked back at the statue of her hatred and watched as he shuffled with his words clumsily. Princess? What was he going on about? She hadn't been a princess in at least a hundred years. She opened her mouth to speak, but her mouth shut quickly after an unfamiliar sound came screening into the air, an abundance of lights flashing in a particular pattern.


"Wha-what is that, Kiba?" It had to have been some beast of this world that they did not know of. Within the chaos of her mind, she had completely forgotten that they were indeed of another world and within audience of somewhere baring beasts that they had no knowledge of. Snatching at Kiba's fragile hand and with another securing her torso piece to her chest, the queen looked around to attempt to gather a thought of what exactly to do. Where would they go? She was in a world where her two guardians were as bare as a newborn babe. Was that exactly normal in this place? Should she run with her guardians and leave the idiots to bare their own? No, they would surely be stopped and without their normal bodies or powers, this was obviously a problem. But the idiots were with them, and obviously had no mind of who they were. Were their weapons still intact? Her body began to vibrate in sheer horror at the idea of what she was about to attempt.


But they had no other choice.


Clasping her hand to her cheek, she let out a loud, worried sigh. She turned her face away bashfully, biting down on her nail that still held the cloth of her dress like a pitiful damsel in distress. She began to hide her face and let out a sob.


"Oh no! Something's coming for us! We need to escape and seek refuge elsewhere. If only we had a hero and his band of dashing gentlemen to help save us and find us somewhere to be safe. What ever will we do? I would be eternally in their debt! We've- we've been through so much already. I don't know if I can take anymore."
 
Yojiro continued his steady pace towards his cart and then towards the entrance, if he had any sane thought in his mind he might have simply ran for the exit and left the wacko's behind. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't a case of insanity but of intelligence. Unbeknownst to Yojiro, the Hero had set someone upon him and with such strength he was thrust against the wall. The air in Yojiro's chest escaped with a quiet 'whufff' before his head was locked in a very tight headlock. Choking and breathless he tried to struggle from the man's grip but nothing was happening. Then after a moment or two trying to translate the irate man's horrible English, Yojiro managed to understand what the illiterate buffoon was babbling about. "...You shall be broken, tortured, broken again, tortured more!" The rest of what the man said was illiterate gobbledygook he could not decipher but it was enough to send him into a flight or fight flurry of fear. Suddenly he remembered the news on the radio that morning "Be on the lookout for suspicious characters lurking about in alleyways and other places of ill repute, there has been a rise in sex crimes all over the city, it is believed the local Yakuza chapter is responsible, keep a watch out......" Then with crazed voice he began to yell for help "HEEEEEELP!!!! HEEEEELP!!!!! I'm being taken by Yakuza Sex offenders!!!!"


Luckily for Yojiro's sake the sound of sirens rang out, he wasn't going to be.......sexually offended (>.>) by hte group of Yakuza wackos that had him. A police car appeared in view of the Alley's exit. Tears welled up in Yojiro's eyes, he would not be a victim that night. Then to his further delight to familiar faces exited the police car; they were Detective Kansaki Chiyoko and his partner Detective Setsu Yuudai of the local police force. Detective Kansaki was the world's finest policeman, he was famous across the world for his excellent skills of detection while Detective Setsu was Japan's most ruggedly handsome man, he even won the 'Mister Japan' pageant six times in a row and is currently undefeated. Instantly Yojiro adopted a somewhat more 'victim-like' posture and began to cry while calling for help "H-HEEEEEEELPPPP!!!! DETECTIVE KANSAKI!!!! HEEEEELP MEEEEE!!!!" Like hawks or eagles their eyes zeroed in on the man accosting Yojiro, hen like wolves the set forward in an epic run, they were like giant burly Gods in grey slacks and black collared shirts with suspenders and guns.


The next few minutes were pure chaos as bothe Yojiro and his assaulter were bowled to the ground. He felt like salmon ripped from the jaws of a hungry grizzly bear when Detective Kansaki pulled him from the naked man's grasp. "I've got you little girl-like boy! You're safe now, run home and we'll deal with these Yakuza scum!!" Free of his aggressor, Yojiro grabbed Katsumi's arm and dragged her out of the Alleyway. His cart of Drama costumes forgotten.


He didn't stop until he was a few shops down from the alleyway. He turned to look at Katsumi, his eyes were tearing up, they had been friends for a very long time and though she had probably followed him home to berate him for some trivial matter, she hadn't hesitated to jump in and save him. "Than you so much for coming to my rescue Katsumi chan!! I'll be sure to do whatever it is you want me to do tomorrow, today I'm a bit shaken up, I almost got *gulp* raiped!!" Yojiro reached out his arm to touch her affectionately on the shoulder but it was covered in dirty muck "Uh....I better go have a shower, I'm covered in Alley gunk and naked man sweat, Ugh" Yojiro looked himself up and down and then at Katsumi and smiled "Thanks again Katsumi, are you alright to get home?" He asked his childhood friend.


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An hour later Yojiro exited his steaming hot bath all fresh and clean, he changed into some clothes and went about cooking his dinner, all that excitement earlier had made him super hungry and he made a feast of food; A giant pot of ramen made from scratch sat bubbling away on his stove, there was a mountain of rice sitting in the middle of his table surrounded by pork, beef and chicken Katsu. He had a great big pot of English tea whistling away in a kettle and a few desert croquettes made out of crumble covered ice cream as a treat for himself. He was happy he was rid of those wackos and hoped he'd never see them ever again. That alleyway was now as good as cursed for him, he could never take it on his way home again.
 
Johnny had drifted off into his own world again as everything occured around him. The fact that he was in a new world thrilled him beyond words. The people here seemed to be made of the same construct as them, frail puppets of skin, bone and flesh, housing souls to sell to his pals from another realm. Did they bleed the same way? Did they die the same way? Did they possess the same thresholds for pain? Ooh, the many mysteries of this new world. How does a fellow dark mage curse his peers in this non-magical world? It would seem that this world operated on largely scientific order, so there must be other items that they used to inflict, say, explosive diarrhoea. This world's rules made it that no one would be able to use magic without extensive effort, and a portal back to where they belonged was probably out of the question. He had to get used to this world and this body, as...uncomfortable as it is. Quite blissfully unaware of the rest of the time-space travel team's actions, he sidled over to the cart of clothing that the young man Horatio was assaulting earlier was dragging along with him. He took a furtive glance at the rest of the party, who were, quite honestly, very occupied with their own problems. It would seem that horseless carriages bearing loud wailing sirens had just arrived at the scene. Very calmly, he removed the mantle from his shoulders and picked up a white shirt, buttoned right to the second button and shrugged it over herself. By the time she was pulling on what seemed to be a skirt, which was almost to short to be one, along with a pair of flat-soled shoes, the riders of these carriages were tackling his travelling buddies. She tossed her dark mage robes to one side, into the pile and straightened up, deciding that her friends' ribcages were more worth when unbroken. This was going to take a while to understand these humans and vice-versa. Johnny dusted her new tunic down and gathered a red jacket from the pile, flinging it over her shoulder. She held out her hand and stared at her open palm, recalling that a spark had exuded from it the last she had tried to wield her magic. What if....


"Loquuntur." Johnny lifted his hand, his smile fading away as he understood that this was the last of his internal reservoir of magic that was being used. Nothing happened. Of course nothing happened. How would a 'translation spell' do any visible happenings? What was observed however, the moment he uttered that spell, the words that came from the riders of the carriages became understandable.


"Put your hands up where I can see them!"


"Don't move! I said, don't move!"


"Gods above, what are these people? You don't think them to be with the mobs?"


"I've got you little girl-like boy! You're safe now, run home and we'll deal with these Yakuza scum!!"


Yakuza? Must be the organized crime thing going around here. Johnny silently slinked up to the Hero, and held in her estrogen from causing her to explode internally long enough to grasp his shoulder and say "Hero, if this interaction turns sour, I want you to depart immediately. Let me handle this." She paused, then gave a girlish squeal. "I've always wanted to say that at least once this lifetime, before I die. Mmmm, wonder when that will be. Oooh, maybe today! Wow, I'm lucky, having to die in a foreign world. Isn't this exciting in the least?" He skipped cheerily off towards the man who was restraining Junziburo and tapped his shoulder. "Hey, don't mind us, but this is just some stupid prank we put together to make lives miserable. Don't you like it when someone's life is miserable? I mean, you should've seen the look on his face! And her face! They were bloody hilarious! Mmmm. Bloood. Don't you like blood? Blood's so nice. It also means you're gonna die. Speaking of dying, my friend here looks about ready to croak. I don't want a waste of such perfect physical appearance, so please, don't damage the goods." Johnny rattled on and on with machine gun proficiency, his words translating into the foreign words fluently as he spoke to the man holding Junziburo down.
 
Everything was a mess.


After the girl speaking a strange dialect arrived, everything erupted into pure chaos that Jan had absolutely no idea what was happening anymore. Arguments here and there, little nekkid girls calling that other girl with the obvious lack of tits wearing or what passed for wearing a dress made for at least H cups, maybe bigger maybe even bigger. Jan didn't want to guess to hard as how to huge the tits would be to fit that dress. It almost reminded him of the Demon Queen, who possessed a dress like that, except the demon queen had huge tits that you wonder how they are kept from sagging. Unless what he was seeing all the time were sagging breasts, he shuddered at the actual size of the pair should the theory hold true.


Then a high pitched sound could be heard over the cacophony of voices that filled the air of the alley. Two large men stepped out from what looked like steel carriages, but begged the question "Where are the horses and where might he get one?" Having no need to feed horses meant that he'd have more money to spend on himself or the group. It was also space efficient as there would no longer be a need for stables there were only ever there to eat up space for horse which only the nobility can ride, meaning Jan was almost always on foot while noble ladies were busy offering their horse and most likely spreading their legs for Hero. Not that Jan even had any qualms about that, at the very least he did not need to set aside funds to maintain such a beast. Useful as it is, profit maximization was always the top priority of Jan.


The two men who exited from the strange carriage seemed to be speaking in a similar tongue as the strange young girl who happened upon them in this alley, then moved to tackle The Bronzed God to the ground with ease. These two men must have been very formidable warriors form this strange land. He glanced toward Johnny who was once again fidgeting in place no doubt with a master plan in his...her mind. He uttered a spell and suddenly a strange nauseous feeling nauseous feeling washed over him. He felt like his lunch was about to leave him, if he had any lunch. As sudden as the nausea came, he could also understand the gibberish that the two men were screaming at The Bronze God while they were pinning him down.


"...we'll deal with these Yakuza scum!!"


What was a Yakuza, judging from how they were addressed, it was most probably what they called outworlders in their realm. Jan had a grasp of the situation and was confident that he could diffuse this and they could all laugh together over this misunderstanding.


"Yes gentlemen, we are Yakuza. We are lost Yakuza who have come here from a land far beyond space and time. We wish to let you know that we that this is all a misunderstanding. You see my friend over there was simply defending these poor half naked girls from that sex offender you just let go. If anything he should be the one you must app-"


The response was swift. Like a swift elbow connecting to his face that sent him down on the floor. Dazed. Where had Jan gone wrong exactly, he was merely explaining to the big men that they were lost Yakuza in this world. He was sure Yakuza meant outsider. But as he thought about it, he wondered why there was "scum" attached to the end. Looking back his voice may have also been overshadowed by Johnny's, Johnny was one who could command crowds if he so willed, but that was only according to legend Jan wasn't sure it applied here. Jan thought of another way to communicate, he could draw his sword and challenge them to single combat, to show to Hero, Johnny and Renovamen that he could carry his own in a fight as well. His hand was quickly easing onto the handle of the blade, ready to draw it out. The people here must be militaristic if words would not sway them. He may not give much thought to what he was doing, but he was tired of being overshadowed by his companions and always taking the rear seat where no one could see him.
 
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He could feel his bro senses tingling, then he heard the voice in his head, the voice that commanded him. The hero was giving him orders! They would destroy this foul being that attempted such dastardly deeds upon those poor young women. How disgusting! This bastard would feel the wrath of the Bronzed God, the Renovamen line would never allow such acts to place!


"Prepare to feel pain, demon!"


Then there was an interrupting noise, something that went "weh woo," and it was loud and annoying. Junziburo cringed slightly, he was used to dragon roars and beastly howls but this damned siren sounded worse than a banshee's belch. The damsels began crying out for help, perhaps these were the greater demons that commanded the lesser ones. It was rather large, not that big compared to a dragon or demon dog, but larger than a human. It was clad in thick metal plating and was painted in bright colors, it kept flashing a blinding light that lit the entire alley way his companions were in. A proper battle would soon erupt. Even without Red Liberty, Renovamen knew this to be a sure victory for the heroes.


"Demon of bright light and metal fury, prepare to feel the raw power of the Destinaldo line!"


Then two more humanoids popped out from the greater demon, they were not armed but were dressed very peculiarly, they started yelling and charging Junziburo, and gladly the Bronzed God took them on. Soon enough, they were in a grand wrestling match on the ground. Three against the mighty Junziburo, just like the Bronzed God liked it! They were both well built, must have been greater demons in flesh suits to allude Junziburo and trick him into going easy on them. There was nothing like four strapping young lads, getting sweaty and rubbing against each other in heated, sweaty, wet, gaily sporting combat. The lesser demon escaped from Renovamen's grasp, leaving only the two greater demons, that would be fine by Renovamen. He hoped the lesser demon was getting support so he could battle even more!


"Demons! You shall perish under my incredible power!"


He suddenly began hearing them, understanding what they were saying, something about yakyuzer, whatever that is. And very calmly, two of his allies came over to help, at least they seemed like his allies. The witch, who Junziburo assumed the Hero deemed as the new Johnny, and Jan, yup that was Jan. They both went on and on about something or other, chatting up the two demons. The girl was typical, chatting up the men, such lustful females, not like powerful men who tame their temptations!


Junziburo took hold of the two distracted demons and bashed their skulls together. He was sure there would eb an explosion of brain juices and gory blood, but surprising it seemed just enough to knock the two men out. It was odd, the two men must have had reinforced skeletons of sort, typical cheating demons.


"Quickly, we must fly! After the lesser demon so we can track down the base of these horrific creatures!"


Renovamen was the first to get a running charge at the lesser demon hounding the bastard down.
 

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