Niffty managed to do one thing within the realm of possibility Alastor could do, then their contract would be over and Niffty would have her soul back. Now although Alastor is the strongest Overlord, there are a lot of things that he would have trouble doing, one of them being escaping from a human trafficking ring while locked up with chains made up of angelic steel.
Alastor gave her only 2 weeks to escape, otherwise he'd break her out himself and her soul would be officially his. One thing that he hadn't told her was that this was a business that he had worked closely with, even supplying them with funds for their weapons in exchange for corpses. He had off-loaded her onto them along with the angelic steel chains he had bought from Carmilla, his confidence through the roof.
But now? She had already escaped and left a message for him.
In Alastor's mind, the only thing that he could think of was who helped her? Once someone was tied up with angelic steel, any kind of power they had was also sealed almost entirely until the steel was off of them. Another Overlord might have tried to help, but Niffty was an agent of chaos, only doing what she wished and would betray others at the drop of a hat for her new interest of the week.
Normal sinners were too weak to even break out of the normal binds here and this trafficking ring exclusively targets sinners thanks to their healing that makes them regenerate no matter what and even respawn.
The only logical conclusion Alastor could come to was that somehow a person with Overlord comparable strength helped Niffty. However, no matter how strong this person was, they could never have been a true Overlord simply because of how Overlords are made.
Belief and infamy were vital in an Overlord's strength, making their power grow until they reached a hard cap. So a person with that level of power that was not only new, but decided to cling onto morality and help someone?
The only person that Alastor knew who was like that was his previous self when he had made a deal with…
'She wouldn't…"
***JAMES POV***
This place is so freaking weird, dude.
So it's been about 2 weeks since I first came into this place and I have…So many thoughts on it.
Let's talk about this "Chaos Gacha" thing. Apparently it can't tell me where it's from or what it is, but it assures me that it only wants to help me by giving me power. It even told me that I had an ability called "Shadow armor" where it did what it said on the tin.
I tried it out a few times and it honestly feels really good, it even looks cool as all heck as well. I think it also gives me a little boost in my physical stats as well, but I dunno if that's a placebo or if it's real.
Since the shadow armor stuff is real, I tried out the other stuff as well, though not before I found a house… Or an apartment.
I initially didn't really know what to do. I didn't exactly come back to life with a wallet and that's not even mentioning that there's a whole new currency down here called "souls" that were literally just dollars with a fancy name.
I didn't really know how in the world to get these souls when I got jumped by 5, yes, 5 guys, trying to rob me. I don't even know how profitable it would be if they split the money 5 ways, but after I had bobbed and weaved for a couple of minutes, they tucked themselves out and pulled out pistols.
I dodged those too.
They tried to run, but I caught up with them and ran through their pockets, leaving them on the street with no money and embarrassment.
All together, they had about 3,400 souls which was enough to surprisingly rent a 1 bedroom and bathroom apartment for about 3 months. It was then that I asked why in the world everyone looks so weird to the woman who gave me my apartment.
Apparently I'm in fucking HELL!
Boy, that threw me for a loop when I first heard it. I'm in the same place as Epstein right now and Benjamin Netanyahu in the future for God's sake, it's a very hard thing to process.
But while I was in shock, I got an idea.
I remember what I said to… Alicia. I wanted to be so strong that nobody had to die near me again, that everyone could live how they wanted, falling onto me as a safety net if things were to go awry. With the power that I have now, I could totally do that way better than before.
I sat on my bed, the old mattress rocking against my weight as I held the bottle of modified compound V in my hands. It was just blue liquid in a vial, no different than how The Boys TV show portrayed it.
…Bottoms up, I suppose.
I pop the cork off of the vial and just downed all of the V in one swallow.
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…Man, this V ain't shit–
[Spectral Claw]
|Rare Ability|
Unordinary - Allows you to manifest a large demon like clawed arm over your own, this arm possesses superhuman strength and grip, enough to crush steel and lift a car at base strength, it can also extend and grow in size slightly. The damage this arm takes is reflected in your real arm.
I regretted my words instantly as I fell onto the bed, clutching my arm in excruciating pain. It felt like my arms were being ripped apart at the seams, I even had the legit bite the pillow to deafen my screams until it was over.
I don't know how long it went on for, months, weeks, decades, it could've been 25 seconds for all I cared, all that mattered right now was the pain stopping. I removed my teeth from the pillow, wiping away the tears in my eyes as I looked down on my arms, feeling a sense of power in them.
I concentrated on them for a bit, closing my eyes and focusing on the hidden power I felt inside of them before suddenly I felt my right arm expand.
I opened my eyes back up and saw my right hand become a massive purple claw. I tried to move it around, the claw following my exact movements. It was then that I had an idea, a horribly amazing idea!
I focus up again and summon my shadow armor, specifically my right gauntlet and see what happens. It turns out that the two stacked wonderfully, the claw being armored… Well, arm of justice.
You know what? I have an idea.
I need more souls to pay for this whole apartment thing, robbing criminals is doing some sort of good and I can also test out my powers while attempting to get more of those tickets.
I'm gonna be a Superhero that robs criminals! Batman said that if you kill a killer than there's still the same amount of killer, but what if an innocent person robs two muggers? Then there'll be less muggers.
It's a foolproof plan I tell you, foolproof.
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THE END
So how was it? Love it, hate it, just tell me the deal!
I forgot just how fuckign ugly Alastor is, like genuinely how did this guy of all people manage to get so popular to reach tumblr sexyman status? As a fully straight man, if I had to say; Angel Dust deserved being the mascot more than Alastor. Ugly ass nigga.
Also, speaking of Alastor, how does he sound? As much as I don't like the guy, he does have a certain style or gravitas in his voice that he brings to the table.
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***JAMES POV***
HUFF HUFF
I woke up taking deep breaths, holding my chest as sweat raced down my face with reckless abandon. Soon, I calmed down and laid back on the bed, getting a bit frustrated instead of scared like I was before.
I've had that dream so many times, but every single time where that alley-way was there, the dream just fizzled out and ended. I never really knew how Alicia died, my brain apparently blocked it out for self-defense and nobody ever told me how.
I got up from my bed, getting my morning routine out of the way with a shower and brushing my teeth, but when I got out, the strangest thing happened. There was a bug on my floor just staring at me.
I was never really scared of bugs at all, but I thought bugs were supposed to go after like food and stuff, not just watch you. Maybe Hell-bugs were somehow different or something.
Without really thinking about it, I reached a finger out and tried to pet the bug which was pretty hard since they're literal bugs, but I managed to pat it on the head with a light finger tap. It didn't really react to it, and just crawled away.
…Okay.
But for now, I must wait in silence, getting my secret identity ready. By day in Hell, I am James Richardson, a new… Sinner I think it's called? Yeah, sinner that is trying to get by.
However, at night, I am something different. In the night, I roam the streets of Hell, attempting to make the people smile and cheer when I appear. I am the hope of the damned, the smile of the sinners, the hero for all of the evil.
***1 Hour later***
I AM THE ROARING KNIGHT, THE HERO OF HELL!
Yeah, it turns out I could morph my shadow armor into different forms and I finally settled on a sleek one that had a small horizontal slit in the middle to fully embrace my idol.
It also seemed like Hell was just a… Horrible place to live in. I know, shocking right? But still, it's already night-time, but it's about 1 PM. Not even winter was this bad, dude. The sun comes up at about 6 or 7 (DON'TTINKITDON'TSAYIT) and sets at lunch-time.
But, I guess it's a little bit of an advantage since I can achieve my dreams of being THE ROARING KNIGHT. I had already put the shadow armor on and made my way up to the roof of my apartment building, staring down at the bustling city.
I'm not gonna lie right now… This is pretty scary. I mean, I've never really tried to jump off of a roof before, even in full magic armor with my claw I got from drinking blue lean, but… I gotta do this.
My heart is genuinely beating out of my chest, but I'm also excited. That's it, no more thinking, no more considering the options, no more waiting. LET'S FREAKING GO!!!!
I focused my head in front of me and ran, only looking forward at the building in front of me. If there's one thing I've learned is that the power of belief is real, if you believe you can do something there is a much more likely chance that you can do it.
So right now, I believe that I can do this, I believe that I can jump across this building and I believe that this isn't a dream!
I leaped, the roof leaving my feet as I hung in the air for a few moments, looking down at the ground that could spell my doom and having a small amount of second thoughts before I erased them from my mind. I continued my arc from the air, finally rolling on the other roof with a wide smile on my face.
Alright… Let's get cooking!
I continued my roof escapades, jumping like a fat Italian plumber. To be honest, I almost fell off once, barely making the jump. Let me tell you, I thought I was gonna die, but apparently my claw has more power than I thought, stretching out a little to be able to grasp the ledge before I became a red stain on the ground.
Even though I knew I could just fall off and die, it was still so exciting. Is this how adrenaline junkies and crackheads feel? I need to hurry up and do meth in that case, cuz this is exhilarating!
Although I wanted to continue being a stupid idiot on the rooftops, there was actually something going down on the ground. It seemed like 2 guys were trying to either mug or sexually assault a purple woman on the ground.
Allow the Roaring Knight to correct this misdeed!
I take away the shadow armor from my feet, managing to drop down behind the two without making a sound while they still harass the woman. One of them was closer to the woman than the other, leaving the one in the back completely vulnerable.
I sneaked up behind him and grabbed him by his neck, choking him on the ground while the woman watched but made sure to keep her attention on the first guy. It was at this moment that I realized one thing… I don't know how to knock someone out by choking.
Shit, am I killing him? I decided to stop choking him and instead, just try punching him in the head a lot. "Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep." I say, until it looks like he's finally knocked out…I hope.
Unfortunately, it looks like the main guy is finally realizing why his buddy isn't responding to him anymore as he looks back and sees his boyfriend on the floor, knocked out. Before he could even react, I used my claw, enlarging to the point where it's the same size as the dude and swatting him into the wall.
I tried to be as gentle as possible, but I just made him into one of those loony-tunes characters that were just flat on a wall. Oh well, it looks like he's still breathing so I'll take it.
I turned my attention to the woman who was currently looking at me like I was a monster. "I-I'll give you my money, okay? E-e-even my body."
…What?
"Please do not fret, random woman, I am not here for your money, nor your body. I go by many names, but the one I will tell you right now is my alias as of today. I am… The Roaring Knight." I said, rifling through the two dudes' pockets while speaking.
I don't see her reaction, instead, going up to the next wall and running up it while using my claw as a sort of hook to puncture into the wall to help me climb up.
After that, the night wasn't that bad to be honest. I stopped a few more muggings, an assault and even a robbery of a store. On the way across the roofs, I also saw this big golden clocktower that had a countdown for a few months. I personally don't know what that means, but I ain't gonna worry about it.
I was feeling pretty tired, but before I decided to go back home, I saw one more crime that I decided I'd take care of. A whole group of 5 dudes was giving this pasty white spider-woman a hassle.
One thing I've neglected to mention is that literally everyone here was thicc as hell. The woman I saved earlier, this spider-woman, even the guys that were a little feminine had more than a little butt to them.
Is it gay to like femboys?
I don't really care, I got a job to do.
I drop down behind the thugs, this time not even caring to make myself hidden. One thing I've learned over the night is that nobody can normally hurt me. Punches will only hurt the person punching me more than me and bullets just reflect off of me, so instead of going the Batman route of stealth, I'll just be a juggernaut.
Y'know, when you're basically invincible, the fights aren't really that exciting, just a minute of breaking noses, and knocking people out to be honest. It took less than 2 minutes to have all of the thugs knocked out cold with only me and the spider-woman remaining.
"...'Ello Governor." I've been trying to mix up my greetings.
"Who the hell are you?" She asks.
"I am the Roaring Knight and your savior for the time being… I am also the one who is running through these guys' pockets." I say and when I get a good look at her, I notice that she's carrying a bag of white powder in her bottom set of hands.
Speaking of hands, for some reason she's got pink gloves on her bottom set while her top set are just bare save for fur. I'm not one for fashion, so I guess it's supposed to go with her white suit with pink stripes, but I dunno.
"Alright, whaddya want?"
"...What?"
"C'mon, don't act dumb you saved THE Angel Dust. Whip your dick out and let's get this over with." She seemed annoyed and bored at having to do this.
""Ma'am, I do not know who you are and although the offer is very tempting, I don't want a blowjob from a random woman."
"Okay, 1. I'm a guy–"
…That's not a dealbreaker for me at all.
"2. Holy shit, you really don't know me? I'm the most famous pornstar in Hell for crying out loud."
"I got here like a week ago."
"And you haven't watched porn? What do you even do with your freetime?"
"I don't know, dude, not be a gooner?"
"Oh my God, I'm not having this." He says, digging in his back pocket before pulling out a small box. "Look, here's my thanks for you saving me. It's a stack of DVDs of my greatest hits." He walked over to me, placing the box in my hands before putting his upper hands around my face.
"Don't be a stranger, short, dark and handsome." He said before putting a kiss on the cheek of my armor, sauntering out of the alley with a sway in his hips.
…I'm only 5 '7, it's a very average height!
Ignoring my unfortunate boner, I climbed back up to the roofs, almost beginning my trek home with the box before all of a sudden, a black ticket slapped me in my face.
Rip me harder
Freaky ass ticket, freaky ass Spider-man, what else, freaky-ass rolls?
1x Bronze Ticket: Rob 25 people
1x Silver Ticket: Stop 5 muggings/robberies/assaults as a superhero
1x Bronze Ticket: Have Angel Dust take an interest in you
1x Silver Ticket: Have Alastor take an interest in you
Roll?
Who in the world is Alastor? Just roll, man.
[Magical Girl Transformation]
|Trash Trait|
All transformations have that overly dramatic Magical Girl Transformation flair to them.
[Fountain of Youth]
|Rare Item|
A large ornate fountain whose waters have the property of reversing aging the more one bathes inside of it, every hour spent inside is a year of your biological clock rewound
[Demon King's Daggers]
|Rare Item|
Solo Levelling - A pair of daggers forged from the corpse of the demon king. These daggers are able to synchronize themselves with the user's strength, getting stronger proportional to their physical strength. these daggers increase the potency of unholy abilities that use it as a focus.
[Flexible]
|Common Trait|
You are inordinately flexible, even more so than an expert contortionist.
These are pretty good rolls. I don't care about the magical girl stuff, but the fountain of youth, the flexibility and the daggers? Those are pretty darn cool even if I probably won't use the daggers.
Alright then, it's time to go home.
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THE END.
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Enjoy the show!
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Who is the Roaring Knight?
It was the new question on everyone's lips, the hot piece of information that some people would kill to have. He had only been here for 3 days, but brought down the crime rate in all of hell by 11037%, making a utopia!
…Was that cool?
My fantasy isn't even that far off to be honest. Right now I'm just normally in a coffee shop, just chilling while watching the TV inside and it was talking about me, yeah that's right, me!"
HELL 666 NEWS
"And we're back, folks!" A very cheery but also very fake voice said. The woman who said it was comically thin with blonde hair and a red blazer. "I'm Katie Killjoy, and something very big has happened since I last appeared, right in my hometown of Sin City."
"Indeed, it has. It seems like a crackhead with black armor has been going around and assaulting random people." Her co-host said, being a blonde man in a blue suit and red tie while weaning a gas mask.
It's a shame he wasn't able to talk much before Katie cold-clocked him instantly. "Shut the fuck up, Tom." She said in a very sweet tone that was as fake as Kim Kardashian's butt.
She acts like nothing happened, shuffling papers on a desk and looking back at the camera. "Yes, there are reports of a man called The Roaring Knight going around and enacting… 'justice' on the common people of Hell."
After her sentence, a picture of me was shown on the screen and to be honest, I never thought I looked that creepy until now. I was uncannily long, sprawling arms and legs along with my oversized claw definitely being more than a little creepy.
"I personally think that he ain't all what he seems. Who's willingly going around fighting crime? He's definitely defiling the poor men and women he 'saves' unlike Voxtech, our sponsor for this entire station!"
"Well actually–" Tom said, slowly getting up from Katie's hit. "I think it's inspirational how someone even within the face of eternal suffering can find it in them to truly do good–"
Tom was immediately slammed into the table, getting knocked out on the floor. "Shut the fuck up Tom, nobody cares what yout think." Katie said off-handedly before returning back to actually doing her job. "Next up: Does Alastor have a tail, and can you sniff it?"
Yo, I feel like that Captain America image right now, I probably look so tough…Or just stupid, one of the two. Either way; darkness is soon approaching and THE ROARING KNIGHT shall not let crime prevail.
I pay for my food and realize something horrible. I got taxed on that coffee… Is there a hell IRS!? Oh God no, the IRS was bad enough on Earth, why did it follow me to Hell? I gotta get outta here, I'm crazy enough to dress up in full black armor and beat up random people on the street, But the IRS? Noooo thank you.
I'm kidding of course, but it'll be very bad if I gotta explain how I got thousands of souls without getting an actual job.
***APARTMENT**
I don't think I've said it, but things are getting pretty weird at my apartment. For example, in the middle of my room there's just an altar. It was there when I came back from my first day and I couldn't figure out its purpose until the next day.
It somehow produced spirits. They kinda look like white and yellow versions of Celebi from Pokemon with some unique stuff. There's been two so far, the white ones seem more wispy and with the air while the yellow ones have really spiky hair and fly around much faster. I guess they're air and lightning.
I assume that these are wind and lightning spirits, but I genuinely couldn't understand how they're here and why that altar is here as well. I suppose that it came with the beginner package I got when I first came here, but didn't install itself until I was acquainted.
I dunno, wibbly wobbly stupid spacey wacey.
The thing that I've learned is that for some reason they like me and actually help me. Last night when I came back I saw a few of them actually trying to clean the house. They couldn't do anything much physically, but I saw the air ones gather up all the dust and put it in the trash while the lightning ones just sat on some appliances to get them working without turning them on.
But they can also merge into stuff. Yesterday one of the air ones merged into the broom so I could sweep more efficiently since it apparently takes a lot of power to do what they just did. For some reason when they merge into stuff, they can put their element into it, making it like an enchanted object.
Again, I don't know how, but I got an idea.
It is time for the ROARING KNIGHT to begin his righteous hunt!
***ROARING X KNIGHT***
I leaned back, putting my arms up and allowing my shadow armor to fly onto my hands, knocking them back a little bit. Soon, the shadows coalesced onto my head, shaping it into my iconic helmet.
I beat my chest 3 times, my armor finally manifesting as my chest-piece on the third.
I put my arms into an X shape before putting them back out, the legs to my armor finally manifesting itself as well. Soon, 2 air and lightning spirits came across my legs, funneling themselves into the shadow armor to create a light white glow and the left and yellow glow on the right.
Soon, I finished my transformation with an iconic JOJO POSE!
***ROARING X KNIGHT***
…Listen, I also don't know what the Hell that was. I guess that magical girl stuff was actually real.
…Lemme just get outta here before I do more of those stupid ass poses.
***HOURS LATER***
Alright, tonight actually seems calm, but that doesn't really matter in Hell. My first night was somehow an exception from all of this, cuz the following days when I go on patrol it's like people just do this crime stuff for the love of the game.
After I had stopped my… Sixtieth? Seventieth? (DON'TTHINKITDON'TSAYIT) I decided to take a break on a rooftop where I just caught my breath for a little bit. It'd been like 6 hours since I had first come out and I'm only really feeling winded right now.
This superpower stuff is really something else. Huh?
However, while I was catching my breath, the black ticket soon started to come down from the sky. I have no idea what it was or how it gets to me in the first place, but it's been helpful so I don't really care.
However, instead of just going down like a normal piece of paper, for some reason it stops in mid-air, makes thousands of copies of itself and then… Dio poses???
It soon reverts back into one ticket and manages to get itself on my helmet.
My name is Yoshikage Kira. I'm 33 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Morioh, where all the villas are, and I am not married. I work as an employee for the Kame Yu department stores, and I get home every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally–
I'm not reading all that bro.
1x Silver Ticket: Stop 50 crimes
Roll?
Yuppers.
[Inland Empire]
|Elite Trait|
Disco Elysium - You are unusually attuned to your supernatural instincts, to the point where you randomly hear supernatural insights and even get flashes of the future that you need to decipher. Honing this sense can allow you to get insights into the world around you that you otherwise wouldn't get. On the other hand, not having control over this trait can make a schizophrenic unable to distinguish reality from intuition.
Holy crap, that's actually amazing. I got a schizophrenic spider-sense. I do actually need to train this, I can't go out acting like Toko Fukawa.
I try to clear my mind and use the Inland Empire, focusing my sense on what happens in the future. I don't think I'll get anything useful, but just the ability to know something in the future is super great–
StAtiC DaTe SaturdaaaAYyY. TherE Or yoU DiEe.
…Holy hell. I did NOT expect that.
Y'know what, let me just go back in the house and try not to freak out about a.. Static date? What the heck even is that?
I get up from the roof and try to go back home, but something stops me. Down there is a woman getting forcefully pinned down by 3 men in beige trench coats.
…Just this one thing.
I jump down and I don't waste any time, punching the first guy into the wall, grabbing the other one and throwing him into the wall while taking the last one to SUPLEX CITY!!!
I was gonna try to ask if she was okay, but something bugged me a little…
The bugs.
See, the three dudes I just knocked out didn't feel like people when I hit them or touched them and the reason for that was because they were literally masses of bugs inside of human clothes. I saw them gather up and go up the walls before I finally turned my attention to the woman.
"Finally~"
She said under her breath before reaching behind her back, pulling out a knife with a wide smile and rushing at me with it. She was way faster than I expected, I even had some trouble dodging her first wild slash and the subsequent ones after them.
She's also pretty strong, the only slash that I didn't miss actually denting the shadow armor a small bit. "Look woman, I don't know your problem, but I was simply trying to save you. You don't gotta try and kill me."
"Oh, I know." She said and now that I got a good look at her face… She's the woman from the trafficking ring! Why the hell is she trying to kill me now?
Soon, I decided to just go onto the roof, using my claw as a grappling gun to have a straight shot up there, however, it seems like she's much more than she seems, simply jumping up with me and throwing her knife at me.
I managed to catch it, but she was already on me with more knives, attempting to peel my armor like an orange for some reason. "Look, lady, why're you doing this?"
"Because you're a bad boy, Knight!" She says without missing a beat, speeding up her attacks a little bit. I had to rely on Inland Empire a little bit just to dodge a few.
"But I'm not a bad boy, I'm a good boy, I'm trying to save you and other people!" I yell, having to roll on the ground to evade her blows, only to see her standing there, now without a smile.
"...Really?"
"Y-yeah, I'm a good boy, I'm a good person, okay?"
"...You're no fun then."
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ThE LefT
With only my instincts, I managed to redirect the knife coming from the left, but it was useless anyhow, the woman somehow spawned another knife in her hand and…
Stabbing me in the stomach without me having a chance to do anything about it.
I fell to the ground, holding my stomach, only to have to quickly grab a knife aiming for my skull. "W-w-what the fuck, lady, why're you doing this?"
"You're a good boy…" She says, inching the knife closer without any effort. "I only like bad boys."
"Well h-have you ever been with a good boy?" She stops inching the knife closer, which I take as an opportunity to respond. "I-if you've only been with bad boys, then maybe you'll like a good boy one time, right?"
She didn't say anything, instead reaching down for my helmet. The shadows tried to keep it on my face, but she simply ripped it off like it was paper and stared at my face, her one eye widening.
"It's you…" She whispered under her breath and after a moment she took the knife and threw it away. "Alright, I decided. I'll take you on a date on Saturday. If you aren't as entertaining as a bad boy, I'll kill you, K?"
She doesn't give me a chance to respond, simply beginning to walk off. "6 PM, I'll find you." She says before going to the edge of the roof and becoming a mass of bugs that fall off the roof.
…Holy shit
…Holy fucking shit!
Crap, that was the scariest thing I've ever experienced in my life, I thought that I was gonna die there.
So why…
Why am I so excited about it?
The feeling of my life being on the line, the thought of death only being a stroke away…
It fills me with so much excitement!
Before I could keep talking about my boner for fighting, the black ticket soon came down again and landed smack dab on my wound.
Rip me like a bad boy
Sense of humor, why don't ya?
1x Silver Ticket: Convince Niffty to not only try out good boys, but spare you and go on a date.
1x Bronze Ticket: Figure out your nature.
Roll I guess. Lemme try to get back to the house while you do.
[Daki]
|Elite Familiar|
Demon Slayer - As one of the Upper Moon demons, Daki has incredible physical abilities and regeneration but a severe vulnerability to light. Her Blood Art allows her to manifest extremely durable obi from her flesh that she can freely control and even detach to act as a sentient minion.
[Hacker]
|Uncommon Trait|
You are great at interfacing with technology and leveraging your skills to get into networks. (A/N: Reroll if you are in a medieval world)
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Now I admit, I've been fudging the rolls so far by not allowing familiars, but since this is chapter 5 I thought that I should lift the restrictions… Just for me to get Daki!
I haven't watched Demon Slayer, so I dunno all of her intricacies and stuff, but should I add her to the harem? I also have something else planned for her if she doesn't, so just wait on it.
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Since Angel Dust is already in the harem and there's gonna be femboys (the tags literally say it) I'm genuinely wondering if Lucifer should also be here. I got some ideas with him for a character arc and after seeing him on r34 he is definitely hot enough.
Since I'm crossposting this on Webnovel as well as QQ, I got something for both:
For my webnovel readers, comment here for yes Lucifer.
And comment here for no Lucifer.
And my QQ readers will have a poll.
Enjoy the show!
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Jeffery Epstein once said that he hates pedophiles.
Now while I don't relate with him, I can relate to the hypocrisy of that statement. Everything that I've been doing so far has been in support of my dream, my dream of trying to have as many people not die as possible.
Truthfully, I don't really know what happens when you die in Hell. Maybe you'll go to limbo, maybe you'll go to Heaven or maybe you'll just respawn in a different layer, no matter what it is, I just plain don't wanna kill.
But that's pretty hard to do when your familiar that you got is a literal flesh-eating demon. While I'm sitting here in the house, recovering from the literal stab wound that crazy, but admittedly hot woman gave me, I'm debating on what to do.
I don't believe in redemption, not at all. I feel like inside of everyone there's either good, bad or grey. Good people are inherently good, grey people can either be good or bad with the right environment, but evil people? There would be nothing you can do to prevent them from ever being evil.
Rapists, pedophiles, murderers, people who commit crimes that there are no justifications for committing at all. That, I believe, is true evil.
So maybe… Maybe I'll let her eat evil people.
There's gotta be limits though, real limits. In order for Daki to survive, scum of the Earth have to die. I would consider Daki a very dark grey. Although she killed many people, she had a horrible situation and would've easily been a different person if she wasn't a woman in 13th century Japan.
But even then, she was a sadistic bitch who actively reveled in the suffering of the people who ate and was just a general jerk all around.
"Hey uh…. Black ticket."
Although I called for it, I didn't expect it to somehow flutter in from my open window before beginning to stand still in front of my eyes.
"If I summon Daki, will she be her same self? Will she be as horrible as she was in the show?"
The ticket stood still for a moment before beginning to clone itself into words.
Daki will be the same person she was…
…However, she will be completely loyal to you and will follow your every wish and desire.
…She is literally bound to you by her soul and will fulfill every desire you have
Can you stop being horny, I am not having sex with female Ken Kenaki
You'd be surprised
And with that, all of the tickets folded back into itself and the single one flew back out the window.
Alright then, let's try it.
Summon Daki!
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Are you gonna do it–
Before I could finish my thought, the black ticket came back, hundreds or thousands of copies also flying in through the windows before all coming together to create one solid mass in the shape of a woman.
After only a moment, the tickets started to stir again, this time actually beginning to go out of my window while Daki stood right there with her pale skin and kimono fashioned as a bikini. She honestly looked really good, her hair was long, silky and white with green highlights and–
…Why is she prostrating on the floor?
"H-hey, you don't gotta do that." I told her.
"I insist! I deeply apologize for looking at your face without permission, My lord!" She muffles out on the floor reverently. Crap, Muzan was kind of a horrible boss, wasn't he? Didn't he like kill 4 of his subordinates because they did their jobs? Let me try to get all of that out of the way right now.
"Daki, I also insist that you don't bow. I am not Muzan and you are not my slave, okay?" I tell her, and she slowly begins to look and stand up, eventually seeing me still lying on my bed holding my stomach.
"Sorry, but I don't have anywhere for you to really sleep." I say, standing up with some effort. Even though it's only been a day since I got stabbed, the wound is healing very very nicely. Instead of the burning pain I would feel yesterday, now it just feels like someone punched me in the stomach really hard. "Just stay in this house, okay? I'm gonna go to a mattress store or something and get you something good to sleep on."
I say beginning to walk out the house before stopping. "Make yourself at home and try to figure everything out. I know it's a big culture shock, but you have plenty of time. And one more thing…"
I turn back to stare at her with hopefully, my best intimidating stare. "Don't go out to eat yet."
She nods feverishly before I let out a small smile and walk out of the door… Oh crap, my lease did say only one person here, right? Man screw that lease, i pay the rent, I pay my hell-taxes, I should be able to harbor a whole militia in my apartment building if I wanted to.
Besides, the landlord couldn't really do anything to me if she wanted to. I got a literal demon in my house and a date with a crazy woman who's somehow attracted to me. I still don't know why she wanted a date, but I am not complaining at all.
People always said to never stick your dick in crazy, but have you considered that maybe crazy is just amazing. It's Thursday right now, so I guess while I'm out I need to buy a suit as well for Saturday.
Man, I'm just realizing it now, but I feel so much better. Did Daki come with a general healing boost? I feel like a million bucks, like I can take on all of Hell.
…But even if I take on all of Hell, I still need to get a mattress from a mattress store, wherever that be.
Crap.
***ALASTOR POV***
My goodness, I hate this.
Right now I'm walking around the streets of Hell, not in my usual red outfit, my good outfit, but in this tacky white and pink suit. The sinners around here don't even recognize me, walking past me like I'm a part of their folds when I'm the Radio Demon.
It makes me sick.
"Oh, sorry man." A mongrel holding his stomach says as he runs off after bumping into me. On any normal day, I suppose I would've kidnapped him, tortured him on my radio broadcast, flayed him alive and drunk his bone marrow, making sure he would have better manners and pay attention while he's walking down the street…
But I suppose that'll have to wait for now. My smile strains as I get closer and closer to Rosie's area, along with her unsavory people. I pull my leg back just in time to not get my suit stained by the blood of a poor fellow who's currently getting his face eaten by a cannibal, specifically, one of Rosie's cannibals.
It's sickening how feral they are, like rabid dogs clamoring for another meal when they've already eaten mere minutes ago.
I walk forward faster as I hold the bottle of wine and vase of flowers closer to my chest. I don't see the reason why she insists on these pleasantries that I hate, but whenever I don't show up with this ugly getup and gifts, she merely shushes me and shoos me out the door.
Soon enough, I make it to the capital of Cannibal Town, standing in front of Rosie's building, a place made for social gatherings and local 'buffets' that included a multitude of sinners kidnapped of the streets.
It doesn't take long to see Rosie who was standing in the middle, munching on a random arm. She was relatively tall, being about my height along with grey skin, sharp teeth and black, hollowed out eyes; a staple for every cannibal here. She also had on that same red dress and hat I had seen her wear many times before.
Soon she spotted me and rushed over with a gasp. "Alastor, I didn't know you were coming here. I would've cleared this whole place out if you had, I promise." She flattered in that annoying condescending tone, letting out a bark of laughter as she grabbed the wine from out of my hands and motioned for me to follow her.
Soon, we came to a small table off to the side where after I sat down, she clicked her fingers and a sphere of red magic appeared over us for a moment. "So, what's the occasion? You never put on your favor suit and bring favor gifts without a favor." She said as I put down the vase.
"Well, you see Rosie, i was just strolling about town, when I noticed that one of my pet projects has gone missing for some reason. Not only has she gone missing, but she was set free by an overlord." I say, my eyes twitching at how Rosie is drinking her wine carefree. Maybe I would indulge with a drink and small talk any other time, but now is not the time.
"And what does that have to do with me?" She asks, leaning back.
"Well, the only thing is that, the pet project I was talking about was a deal with Niffty to get her soul." As I suspected, that certainly caught her attention as she sat back up and looked at me in shock.
"You managed to almost get Niffty's soul? Niffty, the bug and knife Overlord? 'Goes out in exterminations and survives' Niffty? You managed to get her in a deal?" She asks incredulously.
"Indeed I did… Until someone managed to get her out of her deal and me without a soul." I say mirthfully, trying to gauge Rosie's reaction. She doesn't seem to be knowing about what happened and doesn't have a clue on how me and Niffty were in contact.
"Well, that certainly smarts, Alastor, but what are you here telling me for?"
"Well, I was just wondering, simply pondering about our idea. We never included an 'inclusivity clause' so I was merely wondering if you recently acquired another slave, just like me, you see?"
"Awww, Alastor." She reaches across the table and pinches my cheek, something that she knows that I hate. "You're my one and only, I haven't made another deal like that with anybody else except for you."
So I came all the way here, wore this damn suit, got that crap FOR NOTHING?
"Buuuuut, I do have some info."
…Huh?
She leaned back into her chair while she swirled the bottle around. "I've heard that Niffty's been raiding random clothing stores out in the V's territory, specifically the dresses aisle. Word around the grapevine is that she's got a special someone on Saturday that she wants to look good for." She wiggled her eyebrows at me, but I didn't care.
From what it looks like, I could have my prey easily enough and with luck, I could even get Niffty to submit to me. The second strongest Overlord under my beck and call along with eliminating a threat with my potential?
I can kill 2 birds…With one stone.
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THE END
Did I get Alastor and Rosie's voices right? I wanted to make Rosie sort of annoying, but still helpful to Alsator, while Alastor is angry to be there instead of going out and killing James. (who he had just ran into on the streets)
I'll explain it later, but just know that Daki being summoned boosted James' power.
Also, I feel like I shouldn't have to say it, but JAMES' MINDSET IS NOT A GOOD THING! I know my readers are very intelligent, but some of you guys are just fucking neanderthal apes.
OK bbbbbyyyyyeeeee!!! Like ReplyReport Reactions:Kathador, MrOutsider, Bluefire369 and 187 othersMrlegantropMar 5, 2026NewAdd bookmarkView discussionThreadmarks Chapter 7 New View contentMrlegantropI trust you know where the happy button is?Mar 7, 2026Add bookmark#72Guys, I'm not gonna lie, Nerdcore is honestly so peak. You really haven't listened to music until you heard someone rapping as an anime character and actually spitting bars. My favorite is probably The Stupendium or Rustage, but check them and the other people they include for yourselves.
I've also been thinking of a sort of upload schedule. I post a chapter of this fic, do the other two and then post a tri-fold update. What do you guys think?
Wait, my Webnovel readers won't understand this, uhh... INSERT CONVIENENT EXCUSE HERE!!
Anyways, enjoy the show!
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What is Hell even about?
My God, genuinely, what the fuck is even happening down here? I just left my house, just walking on the street having a good old time, just minding my own business and not even bothering anyone.
When I tell you, in the matter of 5 minutes, I was accosted by thugs and had to fight them all in broad daylight. Why are you robbing people, not only in daylight, but in the middle of the street? Nobody even helped, they just stood there and watched me mess those guys up and went about their business.
I know for a fact that some of these guys owned guns, they could've stepped in and done something, but they're just dickheads.
Thankfully, I could handle them on my own without transforming into the Roaring Knight, hell,, I even got the black ticket to show up and fly down into my hands when I was done.
Beat up three thugs without using any abilities or items with a stab wound
1x Silver Ticket
Damn, now that I think about it, I'm kinda cracked. My eyes did carry me along with my super strength, but I didn't even need to use my shadow armor or those daggers to win a fight. Roll me, baby.
[Expert Performance]
|Elite Skill|
You have the skills of an expert performer. You can play any instrument about as well as anyone can, and sing with a voice that impresses just about anyone. You can captivate large crowds with your performance, and imbue your emotions into your songs, you know how to sway crowds like an expert. You would be hailed as one of the classics and counted among the greats.
SHIT!
Without warning, my mind was assaulted by a demonic chorus of sounds and senses. My hands danced across the piano with a level of skill that even Mozart would feel inferior to, I sang so well that sirens would kill their brothers and sisters to even have a voice half as good as mine.
I acted in movies and plays so well that I truly became that character in my heart and soul. I sold out tickets to my stages in mere seconds with people rioting just to hear my voice even a little bit.
…Genuinely, what the fuck just happened?
When I came back to reality, I was leaning on a wall, holding my head in pain along with holding my stomach. Apparently, getting years worth of art-related memories crashing into your headband messing up your brain also agitated your stab wounds. I could never have figured that out.
Anyway, let me just try and find this mattress store or something. I don't even know where I'd find one in this place anyway, like in a mall or somewhere like that? Man, I always thought that these mattress stores were money laundering schemes, but now I can't believe I actually need one.
I mean, I guess I can go into that huge mega-mall in the distance. It kinda looks like those capsule buildings that Bulma made in Dragon ball, but it's all-white with a sense of superiority surrounding it.
It looked like the kind of building that middle-aged white suburban moms shopped at and laughed at all the poor people outside while sipping on mimosas and talking about their kids and husbands.
…Wait, what was I talking about?
Whatever, let's just get a mattress.
I walked to the mall, accidentally bumping into some random guy who looked hella pissed and finally went inside. The mall was just as I expected, a lot of rich people walking around (who were foursome reason all anthropomorphic animals) along with a big duck fountain in the middle.
As soon as I stepped in, the people closest to me looked at me like I was an animal, with straight disgust. I don't even know if it's because I was poorer than them or if it was because I'm black. I got 500 souls on both of them, though.
I ignored them anyway, heading out to explore this place to the fullest. I explored the bottom floor first, but nothing that I wanted was there. Hell, they ain't even have an Auntie Anne's or a Subway down here, what do these guys actually eat?
Man, who am I kidding? Everybody knows that rich people only eat the suffering of the poor for nutrients to sustain eternal life along with the innocent smiles of children.. And the children themselves. Man, rich people are just disgusting–
…Huh?
Something caught my attention, a store specifically.
Sawyer's Super Sex Trade! (ᴹᵃᵈᵉ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇˡᵉ ᵇʸ ᵒᵘʳ ˢᵖᵒⁿˢᵒʳ: ⱽᵃˡᵉⁿᵗᶦⁿᵒᵎ)
There's…No way. There's no damn way that there are literal sex trafficking rings in broad daylight, right?
…Right?
With shaky feet I walk inside of the store. It seemed normal at first glance, obviously going for a cozy vibe with hardwood floors and candles everywhere, however, just looking at the inside would have you reconsidering everything.
It was crowded with people, all of them looking at a stage where a truly sickening site was there to behold. On the stage was a woman dressed in nothing but tatters of clothing, purposefully exposing her body in a "sexy" way, however, it only revealed the horrible bruises and cuts on her body with a burlap sack covering her face.
The supposed erotic site was sickening to the core, made even worse by the lanky red man standing next to her wearing a suit and tie while holding a piece of thick rope. Following the rope with my eyes, I noticed that the woman was actually standing on her tippy toes, a noose around her neck as a sort of twisted way of making her suffer I guess.
The man acknowledged me and began to auction off the woman, but I couldn't care less, stumbling out of the store while feeling sick to my stomach. No way, there's no way, there's no goddamn way that what I just saw was real, right?
Y-yeah, maybe it was… A punishment! Maybe it was just a sick, sick, fucking joke that her friends made her do as a dare. After all, this is Hell, people could just be really really fucking cruel… Right?
My hand reached up to my mouth, attempting to hold in my vomit. I always had a weak stomach to violent stuff or just plain horrible things. I know it sounds like I'm a bitch, but I couldn't even watch the Terrifier movies without hurling chunks.
So seeing this, seeing someone be sold off to slavery, seeing people gleefully go to buy someone that's obviously suffering bruises and signs of torture… It made my gut do flips.
I walked out on shaky legs to the other parts of the store, trying to see something, anything to solidify my view. I went up the stairs, looking around the stores, trying to see something, anything justifying my views.
Maybe I can see a sign saying that this was all for entertainment purposes only. People on Earth did some other shit like this, doing something deplorable just to get some clout on Instagram or something, maybe it's like that here too.
Maybe it's–
Sinner Meat, Hot & Ready! (ᴹᵃᵈᵉ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇˡᵉ ᵇʸ ᵒᵘʳ ˢᵖᵒⁿˢᵒʳ: ᴬˡᵃˢᵗᵒʳᵎ)
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I aimlessly walked in, looking around and seeing another site that only reaffirmed the belief that I truly didn't want to exist.
On a table right in front of me, there was a group of 5 people just feasting on a body on the table. The man on the table was held down by various straps as chunks upon chunks of flesh were taken out of his legs, chest, and legs. Blood poured out of him like a faucet, but as much as he tried, he couldn't scream at all with the duct tape over his mouth.
This time, I couldn't hold it in, running to the nearest trash can and throwing up inside of it.
The people who sold slaves off with heavy abuse, the people who ate others alive against their will, the people who sponsored this and gave up these victims and the people who are allowing this to happen…
I'm gonna beat the fuckin' piss outta them, you hear?
SNAP SNAP SNAP
"Excuse me, sir, but you can't throw up here. Even the garbage in that trash can is worth more than your pathetic life." A voice said behind me, snapping their fingers like I was dog and speaking me with that stupid fucking condescending tone.
I didn't hesitate at all, summoning my shadow armor on my right hand and lashing at the person behind me, smacking them directly in the forehead with a loud CRACK.
His skull was most probably fractured, but right now I didn't really care. I wasn't going to kill any of them, but I certainly wasn't going to try and save them either.
MORALITY X OF X KILLING
The armor on my arm wasn't stagnant, suddenly covering my entire right arm as I hit my fists together, covering my left arm as well.\
My helmet formed over my head, snapping over my face as I stomped down twice, each leg being covered in armor before I made an X over my chest, the shadows finally making my chestpiece.
MORALITY X OF X KILLING
…I don't think that I'll ever regret what I'm going to do.
…Ever.
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THE END
Next Chapter: The Roaring Incident.
I'm not gonna lie, I recently found a site that gives out free games. I might lowkey have a virus, but I got Shin Megami Tensai 3 Nocturne out of it, so I consider that a fair trade.
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