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Original Male Character(s)Taylor Hebert | Skitter | WeaverLisa Wilbourn | TattletaleEmma Barnes (Parahumans)Madison ClementsNew Wave (Parahumans)Protectorate East-North-EastOther Character Tags to Be AddedUndersiders (Parahumans)
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Salvation Through Debauchery
TerraForder
Chapter 2
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A long shower after an extensive period of experimentation was exactly what I needed. It gave me a chance to catalog the things I learned about my magic.
The magic I gained was loosely based off the world of Fire Emblem, and in truth, I wasn't the most familiar with the setting. I played Awakening and Three Houses, but having the actual magic in my head expanded on it a significant amount.
I had an understanding of basic combat spells, maybe up to arcfire and it's equivalents across the elemental magics. But all that knowledge came with caveats.
The spells were stubborn. They came with 'default' settings. The output of spells were set in stone, both it's strength and it's shape. Although casting spells this way was much easier, it did leave a level of predictability.
That's when I started to try and change it.
I started small, with weaker spells like ember being immensely easy to shape. I could change the small ball of fire into a small dagger, and although it wasn't very hot in comparison to the higher leveled spells, it was still useful to have. I continued this with the other magics, and learned the issues with higher level spells.
Arcthunder, for example, always wanted to be a roughly basketball sized sphere. It went out in a straight line before either going far enough to expand into a large electrical explosion or striking something and doing the same. I could barely change the trajectory of the spell before it faltered and dissipated. From there it was easy to put together the higher the tier of magic, the harder it was to shape. I didn't doubt that it would get easier with time, but I was roughly the equivalent of a talented magical scholar. A cut above the rest, yet plenty left for me to learn.
However, the same couldn't be said for light, or sacred magic.
I could shape the spells like clay, as if I've been doing these spells for decades. Shielding spells could be empowered and shape to cover a large area, I could feel the limitations of the tracking spell I put on Taylor and how I could break those limits, setting up conditions that would alert me in changes in her physical and mental state. It was incredibly utilitarian. There were even spells to protect the mind as well. I could potentially no sell that damn angel and thinkers alike if it worked the way I hoped.
Not to mention the teleportation, oh my god it was fantastic.
It had a range limit, and although it was large enough that I could reasonably teleport across the city and beyond if I needed to without much effort. Anything beyond that, I would need time to focus and a clear mental image.
I knew I could heal as well, but I wasn't eager to test it on myself, a visit to the hospital would be a better in the long run if it didn't put me on the PRT's radars instantly.
All of that being said, I did learn a few limits of my abilities.
My magic was tied directly to my stamina, and casting spells could get exhausting really fast. Although the gifts from the Bordello made a lot of my spells energy efficient, and having a body blessed by Hylia herself meant that I had plenty of stamina to use it was still something to keep in mind for the difficult fights I fully expected to be a part of.
Like Lung for example. I fully expected to at least stall him a bit in the future. Tattletale is someone I want indebted to me one way or another.
Additionally, although I started at a higher 'level' in regards to sacred magic, I knew that there were still things for me to learn. True unrestricted teleportation would be amazing, and if I could get the building blocks more powerful light magic, not much would be able to stand up to me.
I managed to catch myself in the mirror, and I looked fantastic with Hylia's Blessing.
The muscles were divine, and although it was clear that there was strength there, it was also aesthetically pleasing. My muscles were not so bulging where I looked monstrous, but it was still going to be somewhat hard to hide.
As much as I would like to show off, I think hoodies and baggier clothing is in my future, at least for a bit.
That is all without bringing up my...alternate form.
With a flick of a mental switch, a small pillar of fire consumed me. It had no heat, being completely cosmetic in nature, more of a conduit for my transformation. When the fire cleared, a different version of me stood there.
It was still me, I could see the similarities in the face and eye shape. I even maintained the same skin tone. But that is where the differences ended.
I was strong before, but in this form I was overwhelming. The muscles were more prominent, making things like my arms look thicker than most people's head. My hair grew until it was a cascade of jet black dreadlocks, perfectly maintained and held together by golden bands at the end.
My eyes changed as well, the hazel color I was familiar with changed into a gold, which were currently glowing. Even my ears came to a point instead, making me somewhat elf like.
Even my poor mouth didn't come away unscathed, rows of white teeth replaced by sharp fangs. My tongue was longer, forked, and borderline prehensile if the ease of movement I had with it was any indication.
I would have came off as an older man obsessed with vampires if it wasn't for the black horn, the leathery wings protruding from my back, and the red tail near the bottom of it.
I was a demon, more specifically an incubus.
The porn demon.
This was oddly fitting for me.
My full demon form was something to behold, and although this was nice and all, what was important were the aspects that leaked through to my 'base' form. The stamina, the physical power, and the overall immunity to fire.
Partial transformation was possible, but although that was nice in a pinch, I was partial to the new layer of anonymity I had during cape activities.
I was interrupted when I felt the Bordello grow in strength once again. I felt the flow of power once again, and whatever blockade there was in this moment was utterly smashed, filling me with further power.
[Adaptable]
In this moment, I could feel all doubts of who I was wash away. I was Lucis, I was the wielder of the Bordello, I was the demon in the mirror. I was everything I was going to be in the future and I was everything I was in the past.
A perk like this may seem small, but being comfortable in my own skin, fully and utterly, felt like a weight being removed from my shoulders.
Changing back into my base form, I made my way to my room before stopping in the middle of the stairs. A thought later and I was in my room with no issue, the teleport spell leaving nothing but a few 'sparkles' that quickly dissipated with a wave of my hand.
I was debating on going out or not tonight when my phone rang.
"Howdy. Lucis here."
"Hey Lucis, it's, uh, Taylor."
"I'm surprised you called me already. I thought you'd let me squirm a bit more."
"I could still do that you know," she giggled, "ignore you completely at school and call you only at the dead of night. Act as if I did nothing wrong."
"Well, if I had to choose someone to gaslight me, I wouldn't have a problem with you." I found myself laughing along as well. "But seriously Taylor, what's up? You caught me at a good time, I was just about to turn in."
"I'm sorry," she said, apologetic, "I could leave you alone. Only if you want me to."
"No no. It's fine. I just didn't expect you. So, what's up? How are you feeling?" I got a bit more comfortable on my bed, lying directly on the covers.
"Nothing really, I just...wanted to make sure that the number you gave me was real." her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Taylor," I started, "You're stuck with me. I can't annoy you about Game of Thrones if you don't have my number."
"Are you sure?" She asked quietly, "I don't want people to start talking, you know? What if they try something and get you hurt?"
"I'll be fine Taylor," reassuring her, "These muscles aren't just for show."
"…"
"I need you too imagine me flexing my arm really hard right now. With veins and everything. Feel free to be impressed."
"Gross."
I could hear the smile in her voice, that means I did my job.
"No, not gross, just the result of hard work and dedication." I argued, "The don't girls like big strong arms?"
"Yeah, but not if they look like your veins are about to burst out."
"You're right. Maybe I need to make them hairy instead. Girls like hairy arms, right?"
"Ew! Even worse, you'll look like a dad!"
"People like Dads. I could pull off the look, no problem!"
"You don't have facial hair. You'd look as if your arms aged and the rest forgot to catch up."
"You wound me Taylor. Here I am, trying to be more appealing, then you drop that bombshell on me."
It was easy to talk to Taylor. None of her jokes had any real heat to them, and it helped that she was funny when she wanted to be.
We may have lost track of time much later into the night, "Taylor, as much as I love talking to you, we do have school tomorrow."
"Damn," I could hear her, "we should get to bed. I'll see you tomorrow at school, ok?"
"Promise. You sleep well Taylor, stay safe."
"I should be telling you that. Goodnight Lucis."
I ignored the fluttering in my chest as she said that, and choose to just go to sleep instead. Tomorrow was Friday, which meant that I could spend the weekend introducing the world to…
I should probably think of a name.
-STD-
Sitting next to Taylor the next day was peaceful. We were quiet, but there was an odd comfort in knowing that she was next to me. Greg tried to approach us in the library, but when he saw physical media with no pictures, he left us alone.
Taylor spoke up, when lunch was halfway done. "You seem different today."
"What do you mean?"
"You seem more comfortable with yourself. You don't move the same."
I tilted my head at that, because as far as I could tell, I moved exactly the same.
"Wanna expand on that or are you gonna keep me guessing?" I said, closing my book after noting the the page.
She did the same before continuing, the Silmarillion closing with a heavy thud. "It's like...our classmates, with an exception of a few, don't know how to move. A lot of the girls don't know what to do with their hips when they come in, knocking into corners and tables like nobody's business."
"So I need to start focusing on hips, got it."
"Focus. Boys, especially when they're your height, move like baby giraffes, not knowing what to do with all the extra…" she moved her hand in my direction a few times."..that. So they move slower. More careful of their surroundings."
Was Taylor always this observant? "And I don't move like that?" I ask, still a bit confused.
"You don't move like that at all. You move as if you know exactly what you have, who you are."
Adaptable may have left a bigger impact than I expected it to. It should have been expected that with the weight of identity off my mind, I would have been acting differently. But something still confused me.
"How could you tell?" I didn't think it was that obvious.
She thought for a moment, "Yesterday, you were hesitating each time you moved, like you had to adjust each time you took a step. Like I said earlier, you were confused by all the extra length. Completely different from today. I only noticed because we went out yesterday."
She narrowed her eyes at me "I don't want to assume the worse, but you have to understand what this looks like from my perspective." I could hear her voice starting to turn accusatory, "Was yesterday just an act?"
"No, it wasn't an act." I say quickly. "It's just, a lot of things have been on my mind lately. Talking to you made some things, ah, fall into place. I feel more like myself around you."
I shrugged at her, "At least, that's what I think."
The blush on her face was all encompassing, "You can't say things like that if you don't mean it. People could get the wrong idea."
"Nothing wrong with being honest with you." I said simply, aware of the irony surrounding that statement.
As I felt the Bordello grow in power, I intentionally did not let it flow.
"We should get to class, better the last thing we need is being caught in the lunch rush." Stuffing G.R.R.M's work in my bag, I waited as she did the same.
"You go on ahead, I need to grab a few things in my locker." She said, standing up with me.
"I can come with you if you want."
"Didn't you just say you wanted to avoid the lunch rush?"
"Yeah, but talking to you trumps waiting around alone in class. Plus, I need to know where to dump my stuff next time my locker gets reamed."
"Um, I'm sorry." She was quiet for a bit afterwards. I must have caught her on the back foot with that one. "If you really wanted to, I can make room for you?"
She was cute when she was trying to be nice.
"That's a big commitment there Taylor. I didn't know you felt that way about me."
Her nerves melted away into annoyance, "Never mind. I'm leaving your locker to be vandalized." She opened her own locker, and while she shuffled through it, I got a look inside.
It was surprisingly neat, unlike my own mess of a locker. It was easily large enough to fit Taylor inside of it. I took in every detail, necessary for my contingency plan.
See, sacred magic was already flexible for me, it's very nature meant that it had several purposes. That's why it was able to be used in so many ways, such as wards, healing, offense, and more importantly, teleportation. I already knew that I can teleport people to me with no issue, and since I marked Taylor for tracking, it should theoretically be easier.
But I wouldn't bet Taylor triggering on that.
My own teleportation gets more accurate with a clear mental image of my destination, but is the same true with reverse teleportation? Would a mental image of the target and where they are in conjunction with where I want them to be make it easier to do?
I wouldn't know, I have no one to experiment with.
But it was a solid plan. Worse case scenario I rip the locker door off its hinges and potentially get unmasked.
"Lucis, do you want to do something this weekend?" Taylor asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"I have some stuff going on today and Sunday," I said, fully intending to get some light cape activities in, "But I'm free Saturday. Maybe not the bookstore though, my wallet needs some time to recover."
"As much as I would love to, no it's something else." She turned to look at me. They were intense, even if I could admit finding some comfort in staring back into her large brown eyes. "They're doing a VIP tour of the PHQ this Saturday. My dad got the tickets from a friend, and now he wants me to go out and 'be a teenager' whatever that means."
As she continued rambling, my mind went a mile a minute. An up close look at the interior of The Rig would be an absolute game changer for me, especially if I got eyes on the cells. From there it would be easy to get my hands on any prisoners they have.
Like Rune and Othala...now that would be nice, turning them in cum sluts, breaking them in over a course of days.
"Taylor," I stopped her. "I would love to go with you. What time does it start?"
I could see the wide smile on her face. "12:30. It's about a three hour tour."
"I'll meet you there. I'll be sure to wear comfortable shoes."
As we started walking towards class together, I simply listened while she talked about what she knew of The Rig so far. I knew almost everything she said, and so on, but I think she appreciated being listened to.
I almost didn't notice the way The Trio stared at Taylor as we walked off together.
-STD-
The Trio kept their eyes on me all day after that.
I shared a class with at least one of them, so my plan involving Madison and photos of her naked were brought to a grinding halt. I had an idea that I could teleport items directly into a space, but that required more power testing.
Taylor didn't seem to notice, ironically enough, too enraptured in talking to me about what she knew about capes. That was good at least, I knew they wouldn't target her again until after winter break.
It all came to a head after school. Taylor went directly home, and she denied my offer of walking her to the bus stop. Meanwhile, I made my way to my own locker and waited.
It didn't take long for The Trio to meet me there.
"Madison, Sophia, Emma." Each of them had a different look on her face. Madison had a smile on her that didn't quite reach her eyes. Sophia didn't bother hiding her disgust with me, as if I did anything to her in the first place. Emma was oddly...unreadable. She was shockingly neutral. "You three are about as subtle as a ton of bricks."
Emma spoke up first, "You've been spending time with Hebert." Not a question, but a statement of fact. She was sure
"Ah, I don't see how any of that is your business Barnes." I said calmly, "I can spend time with whoever I want."
Her face remained neutral, but she continued talking. "What will it take for you to leave Taylor alone?"
What?
"What?"
"You heard me. Leave Taylor alone, or even stand her up on the date you're going on this Saturday. I don't really care, just make sure she knows you don't want to see her anymore."
"You're serious?" I asked, somewhat confused. "You really think I'll do that just because you asked?"
"Of course not!" she said, a, smile still wide on her face. "This is a bribe! Or is it coercion?"
"Definitely a bribe," Sophia growled out, "I could just beat your ass instead, if that's what you want."
Madison started looking me up and down, and for once since, I was the one being checked out. "There are other ways of...persuasion" she purred, her eyes becoming half lidded.
I knew they would try to get me out of the picture eventually, but aren't they jumping the gun here a bit? What happened to common sense, waiting for the right time to strike? I started rubbing my temples before speaking to each of them.
"Alright, Sophia? I promise nothing you do will stick. I'm stronger than you, that's a fact. You're probably a buck twenty soaking wet, and I can just toss you over my shoulder like a sack of oranges."
Before she could say anything I turned to Emma next.
"You should really start looking before you leap. My dad is rich, which means I'm rich. There is nothing you can pay me that I cannot get for myself."
Then I turned to Madison. It must have been a funny sight, me looming over her, but all I did was place a hand on her shoulder. "You had the right idea. However, I am easily a foot taller than you. I will split you in half."
For a few moments, no one said anything. I used the silence to cast a small tracking spell on Madison, the same one I used on Taylor. The blackmail plan may have been thrown in the shredder, but I could now teleport directly to her location and go from there. All I needed to do was experiment with silencing spells.
I started to turn away from them, "Seven out of ten, needs some improvement. Maybe do some research on your target before you walk up to him like a couple of-"
Dodge and catch.
My body moved before I realized what was going on, and I found myself holding the wrist of one Sophia Hess. It was almost instinct by this point to cast the tracking spell on her.
Two out of three so far. Not bad.
Before I could celebrate, I focused on Sophia. I saw her face change from anger to surprise to more anger. I wanted to let her struggle for a bit before I let her go.
"What did I just say, Sophia?" I said with a tilt of my head, "Don't prove me right."
I let her go after a moment. If there was any crowd, they quickly dissipated after Sophia looked around, people acting as if nothing happened in the first place. Say what you will about Winslow, the nonchalant attitude behind violence worked in my favor this day.
I didn't say anything. I didn't do anything, I smiled at the three of them and made my way home.
They weren't worth the energy. Not in public at least.
But in private?
How dare they try to drag me away from Taylor, as if they could control me. As if I could keep away from her. As if anything they had could even slightly sway me into playing their little game of Torture Taylor. But I could play a game as well, and they were about to learn the rules.
I called it 'Breaking the Bullies.'
-STD-
No matter how corrupt or evil Winslow was, no teacher gave out homework on the weekends, so the moment I came home, I began planning and practicing lighting magic.
My initial plan of going slow and steady was thrown out the window, it was the moment those future cum buckets thought they could control me in any way. It was gone the moment Sophia thought she could get a hit in on me when my back was turned.
It was gone the moment they decided to do anything to Taylor.
I started to coat the lighting over my body, giving it something of a golden glow. It would be perfect for making Sophia submit. Her breaker form was hard countered by lightning and aerosols, giving her the weird position of being the strongest of the trio and the one with an obvious weakness.
I could learn her normal patrol days while she's Shadow Stalker, and during one of her unsanctioned ones, I could teleport behind her and put her in a choke hold, lightning coating my arms, preventing her from going anywhere. She would blackout in moments. The panic in combination with asphyxiation wouldn't let it be any other way.
From there I would bring her to the basement, not even tying her up. There would be no point, she wouldn't be able to escape anyway. I'd silence the room and start pulling off her clothes one by one, leaving just enough of the costume so that she wouldn't be able to wear it without thinking of me.
From there, I'd flip her over, her ass being one of the firmest I've seen, out on display and ready for me to absolutely destroy. And slowly, but surely, start putting my tip inside her asshole
She'd probably wake up by then. She'd scream, she'd fight, she'd call me all sorts of names. All it would take is a lighting charged choke hold to get her to calm down. The threat of death much worse than what I was doing to her. She would be trapped, helpless, and she would learn to love the full feeling I was giving her and the feeling of electricity sparking along her body.
That's when she would start to cry. No screaming, no anger, just tears. Tears from the pain of getting sodomized, the pain from the lightning burning her neck, pain from it being too difficult breathe, and the pain of her being too weak to do anything.
And then, only then, would I cum deep inside her, marking her as mine and forcing a reluctant orgasm from her. It was a new sensation, but with me cumming, surely I would be finished after the first orgasam.
The despair on her face would be delicious when she realizes how hard I still am. The nightmare wouldn't be over after one round.
I'd continue from there, her cries would become wails, and no one would be able to save her from the night of pleasure I was going to extract from her. I'd take her first kiss, a sloppy and messy thing with more tongue than sense. I'd take her virginity properly, the tight hole being much easier to enter thanks to my previous actions. It would hurt for her, if only for a moment, but eventually, I'd start forcing more orgasms out of her, her juices leaking all over my shaft, trying to suck me in even more. She wouldn't admit enjoying it, but her body would say otherwise.
I'd take her first creampie, whispering the idea of her getting pregnant with my rape spawn, unknowing of the pregnancy ward I placed on her. She wouldn't get pregnant, but the fear in her eyes after filling her with baby batter would be enough for me.
That right there is when she would break. She'd be nothing but a warm hole for me to use, and with her out of the way, Madison and Emma would be ripe for the -
The Bordello suddenly surged in power, it's size significant and it began flowing once again. I could see it in my soul, feeling more like a roaring river. It flowed stronger than it has before, and utterly SMASHED the next barricade.
More magic filled my mind, much more base in nature. Erasing refractory periods, increasing or shrinking sexual organs, summoning tentacles, and just straight mind control.
[Bitch Witch]
The coalescence of the Bordello calmed me, which was a good thing considering I was spiraling.
I needed to calm down, assaulting Sophia wasn't the answer to any of my problems yet. She would come with time, and with magic labeling me a Bitch Witch, I had many options.
Looking around the basement, some of my lighting went out of control, mimicking my emotional state from a few moments ago. Casting a cleanse spell was enough to clear the scorch marks that littered the floor.
Maybe I needed to do some good deeds to balance out my urges.
I laughed at myself at that. I knew I was totally going to use my new magic on Madison tonight. I knew where she was, but worse comes to worse, I pop in, apologize for the teleport and pop out. Stranger things have happened in Brockton, this place was the cape capital on the east coast.
But I'd still go to the hospital. Eventually. Anything I can do to build a rapport with Panacea would be welcome as well. And if I was being honest? It possibly gave me an in with Glory Girl, and I planned to abuse that for all its worth in the future.
But for now, maybe I could do good deeds another way?
-STD-
It wasn't hard to find a soup kitchen in Brockton Bay.
An older woman, Martha, owned one right on the edge of downtown. It was comfortably in what was accepted as PRT territory, so the chances of it being in any gang's pockets was immensely low.
Except for Coil.
Coil could realistically have his finger in any pie he wanted.
But Martha's place was enough for now.
When I arrived there, it was still early enough before those in need started arriving. Probably due to my size, I was instructed to set up tables, move chairs, and carry large pots of food and soups. It was monotonous work, but the other volunteers seemed thankful for the help regardless. When the time came to actually start feeding people, I had no issue picking up a ladle and apron.
It wasn't like the work was exhausting, but it did introduce a grim reality in Brockton Bay.
This place was dying.
I wasn't an expert in the social sciences, I couldn't tell you the average amount of impoverished persons in a given area, but I could tell you that Brockton had much more than normal. I couldn't tell you the cost of raising a child in America, but I could tell you that I saw an unnatural amount of families that were a bit too thin, not so full of life.
I knew that there was a lot of money in Brockton, but it was being hoarded by evil bastards and used to perpetuate their rule over this city. I couldn't let that behavior slide, not with this.
This place was my home, more importantly, this was Taylor's home. I didn't want to see this place be turned inside out because of a few dumb bastards.
I think I always knew, in the back of mind, that this city was on a downwards spiral, but I got caught up in the waves before gaining the Bordello. It was a much needed wake up call, and I was going to be putting it to use in a few hours time. But it was strong, and only gained power over time, surely there would be something I could do.
In truth, I knew I was a horrible person. I knew that the Bordello encouraged depraved acts, I could feel it growing because of it. I knew that eventually, I would make Heartbreaker look like a fucking joke. I fully expected any perverted acts I did to be revealed to the public and I would fall from whatever pedestal I was on and into the depths on infamy where I belonged.
Before any of that, maybe I could make Brockton Bay a little better.
Maybe the world if I don't get killed.
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