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“You would never betray me, right Human?” the god asked, looking over their follower. The mortal was so tiny from their perspective, easily fitting in their hand, where they sat even now.
“Of course I wouldn’t!” the human assured. They looked at their god in worry. “Have I… done anything to make you question my loyalty?”
The god sighed. “No, you haven’t done anything wrong. Some of the others, however…”
“Should I deal with them for you, my lord?”
A lone sheep stood outside your door. It was silent, and deeply wrong. Wrong in a way that you couldn’t describe with words.
There was something… predatory about its gaze. It shouldn’t even be able to see you through the door and walls of your house, and yet its eyes followed you perfectly.
You watched through the doorbell camera. No matter where you went: left, right, up the stairs, down into the basement, it knew you were there.
Your fear grew in the heavy silence. What were you supposed to do here?
It was all a trick. It had to be.
The human’s breath came in harsh gasps, not helping their overwhelmed state. Their gaze bounced around erratically.
There had to be a tell to this illusion. There had to be!
There had to be…
“Please…”
Warmth.
Human hasn’t felt such a thing in a long, long time. There were arms wrapped around them—too many to count—that held them in a secure grip.
They nuzzled against the creature. For the first time in many years, they found themself able to relax. It was ironic, truly. Human could never find safety amongst their own kind, but in the embrace of a monster thrice their size?
They had never felt more at peace.
CW: drowning.
Water pressed against Human’s body from all sides, slowly crushing them the further down they went. Darkness began overtaking their vision.
But still, they thrashed against the chain pulling them to the depths, lungs begging for air with each movement. The noise echoed through the abyss.
And hope never dwindled, for the human knew they had friends in the sea.
Hero soared through the sky, cape whipping around behind them. Their eyes scanned the cityscape in search of trouble and thankfully found none, bringing a pleased smile to their face.
A few civilians waved at them from down below, cheering at the sight of them. Hero waved back. They were practically oozing happiness, beaming like a second sun in the sky.
And of course, Villain had to come in and ruin it like usual.
The young vampire snarled in anger, trying and failing to free themself from their Sire’s grip. Their claws didn’t even leave scratches.
“You dare bare your teeth at me, fledgling?” their master growled, tightening his grip on their throat.
Although they had no need for air, Fledgling still flailed harder. They wheezed out, “I… won’t… serve you!”
Something cracked in their neck as the other lost his patience.
“Hello, little one,” the vampire lord greeted, a smile gracing their lips. “What have you got there?”
The fledgling kneeled before their master, throwing a corpse at his feet. “A hunter had been sneaking around your territory, Sire. I took care of him.”
“So I see,” the lord purred, pleased. “Have you had your fill yet?”
“No, master eats first.”
His grin widened. “What a good bat. You can have him first today as a reward.”
“Thank you, Sire.” The fledgling barely spared a second before tearing into the body.
A shrill scream tore through the air, scaring every camper in the tent. They jumped up from the sleeping bags.
“W-What was that?” one asked in a hush whisper, eyeing the tent door.
“Probably just an animal. A lot of them can sound like human screams…” the leader tried to assure, but didn’t sound very confident in his words.
“Should… Should we go check it out?” the third and last offered. “Maybe someone else is camping out here and needs help?”
“Man… I don’t wanna get killed by some forest boogeyman! No way!” the first one complained.
“And staying here like a bunch of sitting ducks is gonna keep us safe?!” the second argued.
“Okay! Stop!” Leader hushed the two. “Let’s just wait a bit. If we hear any other concerning noises, we’re getting out of here.”
“I see you’ve made a new acquaintance?” Supervillain asked, walking up to the two.
“Yup!” their partner chirped. “This is Villain! He was just telling me about his newest idea to take down the heroes.”
“Oh, was he?”
The villain, who was secretly Hero in disguise, was currently shitting his pants in fear. This mission was not going according to plan.
“Boss! Boss!” a grunt rushed into the room, throwing open the doors.
The Don’s inhuman eyes filled with anger at the sudden interruption. “This better be—”
“It’s Rival! He has your wife!”
Oh.
Oh.
Hell had no fury like the Don in that moment. His claws dug deep gauges in the wood of his desk as fire burst to life across his entire body, threatening to burn the entire building to the ground.
This would be the greatest and last mistake Rival would ever make.
A seemingly quaint little cottage greeted you as you emerged from the dense forest brush. Exhaustion seeped into your bones at the sight.
You limped your way to the door, covered in dirt, sticks, and scratches. But despite your hope to find safety inside, you couldn’t find any more strength to continue and collapsed right by the door.
Darkness took away your consciousness. Your body lay there for a few minutes before someone emerged to investigate. Two pairs of crimson eyes studied you in curiosity before bringing you inside.
“You got the goods?” Right Hand asked, eyeing the other man.
“Of course,” he answered with a jut of his head, two grunts carrying in a big crate. A soft, muffled sound of crying could be heard from the inside.
Right Hand handed over the agreed-upon money before ordering his own men to grab the box. They loaded it into the car, and the group was off quickly.
It was time to present the big boss, Supervillain, with his prize.
“WHY won’t you just equip your gear?!” the mage of the party seethed. “We’ve gotten so many useful things on our journey!”
The healer sighed, trailing behind the two. “Just leave him be. He’s too stubborn…”
The brawler of the group was silent, marching on in determination. He was dressed in literally nothing but a torn rag that barely covered his privates, his bloodied fists the only weapons in his possession.
CW: slight suggestive themes.
It's here!! :DD Sorry that it's been ages since the last part. I'm just happy I finally finished part 4. Enjoy, fellas!
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It was almost time. Oh boy.
You stood before the grand doors of Lord Sorrel’s home, the ornate wood looking particularly intimidating on this fine morning. But despite your nerves being strung high, you were still very excited.
With a final lookover, you admired the floral patterns adorning your outfit one last time before knocking upon the doors. As you waited, you hoped your appearance was presentable enough; you didn’t possess anything as lavish as your lord did after all.
You reassured yourself he wouldn’t judge.
“I assure you, boss. Hero is no more,” Henchman said with a tight, nervous voice. He could feel sweat trailing down the back of his neck.
“Do you have any proof?” Villain drawled, almost bored. They’ve been disappointed many times in the past, after all. Magic flickered at their fingers, waiting to strike.
The henchman steeled himself and pulled Hero’s decapitated head from the duffle bag he was carrying.
“Consider this—”
“No,” Hero immediately interrupted, sulking in their cage.
“But consider,” the villain pressed, “the things that we could achieve together! If only you’d abandon your ridiculous morals…”
