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Parahumans Series - Wildbow

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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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Published:2025-08-08Updated:2026-01-09Words:116,876Chapters:19/?Comments:93Kudos:323Bookmarks:151Hits:37,939

Salvation Through Debauchery

TerraForder

Chapter 7: Chapter 6

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Who knew that Sundays would be the busiest day of Fugly Bob's?

The line was already halfway to the door, and it's not like this place was small either. The place was a full two stories, with seating on both floors and filled with people. I knew Fugly Bob's was well known in lore, but this was ridiculous.

This would be significantly less annoying if I had someone to talk to while I was in line, but Taylor called me this morning, feeling the need to tell me she wanted to spend today with her dad. I couldn't fault her with that, especially since my own father was rarely home.

So I was eating Fugly Bob's alone for now. There were some open spots I could sit, but the last thing I wanted to do was take up a whole booth or table for myself. Plus that would look kind of sad.

For now, I would order a Double Fugly deluxe then go back home and try to train up these powers a bit more. Maybe even visit Madison in the dead of night to get my rocks off. With a plethora of new powers from the Bordello, I shouldn't have to worry about her running off or trying to tell somebody. Bitch Witch was just the icing on this particular cake.

Speaking of the Bordello, I had a good amount of charge built up from last time, and it was almost time for it to let it loose. I've come to the realization that I needed some kind of private space, or something like that.

As it stands, I was growing at a constant rate, and if I didn't have a space that I could use to really let loose or experiment, I'd stagnate and get myself killed. That really put a damper on the 'fuck Taylor until she's full of baby batter' plan I had going on.

I didn't think it was an impossible power for me, hell, some of the sacred magic I had was perfect for reinforcing a area, be it through traps and alarm wards. Some of the Bitch Witch spells could be modified to be just as useful, silencing spells, defensive tentacles, the options were limited, but useful.

But I couldn't just do that in the basement of my father's house. I needed the right boon.

"Hey stranger." an oddly familiar voice filled my ears, and it didn't take long to recognize them.

"Ah, Lisa, right?" I said, turning to talk to the short blonde girl. She had a smile on her face, and her clothing was much more casual than before. She was wearing a dark purple hoodie and a pair of skintight jeans, and seemed more...relaxed compared to before.

"Don't say that as if it's been forever, we saw each other yesterday!" She said, rolling her eyes at me.

"And if I remember right, you walked up to me as if you knew me then too. Is this gonna be a common thing?" This was the second time in two days Lisa showed up to talk to me. That's one more time away from being enemy action.

But I couldn't dwell on that, unless I wanted to be subject to her super intuition. I had to make something else obvious.

"Only if you want it to be." She said, strolling next to me as the line started to move up, "You don't seem to have a problem with me."

I looked her up and down, focusing a bit more on her legs than necessary, before snapping my eyes to her own. She had that damn smirk on her face. "You won't see me complaining," I said, being sure to look away for a moment before schooling my features. "I'll even pay for your food if you want."

"What a gentlemen. I'll be sure not to take advantage of you too much." She said as she fell in beside me, "So, how was your date with Glasses?"

Lisa smelled sweet, like cotton candy. Perfume, not too strong, but obvious when she was closer to me. "Isn't it rude to talk about other women when spending time with one?"

"Only if you're a guy. But I brought it up, so I wanna know."

"Any reason why?"

"Just to see if I was good to ask for your number without risking her wrath."

I laughed at that, imagining Taylor tossing Lisa into a locker and leaving her there. "You could always just ask, you know that right?"

Making sure I did another round of checking her out, focusing more on her legs again. The pants did a nice job of shaping her out. "I don't think I could say no to you."

She genuine giggle escaped her throat, and she slammed a hand against her mouth at that. "That wasn't funny." She said with a frown on her face.

"Sure, sure. Now order your food."

She turned around, and ordered her food, and I wasn't paying too much attention to what she got, and I already had my order in mind. It didn't take long for us to grab our food.

"Wait," Lisa grabbed a the sleeve of my shirt, "We can sit upstairs. There's a booth me and my friends use when we have to talk about...stuff.

"Stuff?"

"Privacy. Just wait."

My mind went a mile a minute. I knew for a fact that I was about to be interrogated about something. I had enough firepower to defend myself against Lisa alone, but there was no guarantee that this place was safe from Coil putting his pawns in every booth.

But at the same time, I was very curious

"Yeah, lead the way Lisa."

She led me upstairs, and although it was crowded as well, there was a spot in the back of the room. Out of the way and slightly obscured by piece of wall just...hanging out from the rest of it.

"Good, no one took it yet." She rushed over to the spot and sat down, motioning me over as she grabbed a seat that had it's back to the wall, leaving me to have my back to the odd outcrop.

"So, what's with all the privacy."

Lisa smiled, eating a curly fry before answering me, "Just thought it would be a good idea, that's all."

"Okay…" I was confused, but my guard was still up, "So, is this the part where I find out you've been stalking me and that's why you ran into me again?"

Subtle, I know.

She snorted at that, "I've been found out, didn't think it was that obvious." Her tone was sarcastic, but even then, I wasn't sure if she was serious or not.

"Maybe next time space out us meeting." I took a bite of the fugly deluxe, and it was something special. Good it was delicious. "The last thing you want is for your target to know you're stalking them."

"I'll be sure to remember for next time." She bit into another curly fry.

"So, what's the real reason you're here?" I asked, hoping she would let something leak.

"I was craving Fugly Bob's. Having you here was just a bonus," She added with a wink, before continuing. "and no need to worry, I'll pay you back before we leave."

"No rush, it's not like I'm going anywhere." I took another bite of my burger, god it was perfect, who knew swiss went so well with Fugly Bob's. "So, Lisa. Tell me about yourself."

I tried my best to make sure I wasn't too obvious in trying to get information from her, but it seemed that she was willing to humor me the way she smiled at me.

"What do you want to know?" She tilted her head at me, while at the same time I felt...something move up and down my calf. Something small and warm.

"Just more about you. Do you have any hobbies? Did you grow up in Brockton?" I ignored the feeling, focusing more on what the girl was saying.

"Huh, you really want to hear about little old me? I think you're much more interesting Lucis. I rather hear about you." Her smile gotten more dangerous at that, and for a moment, I felt as if she could see right through my facade.

That is until I felt something warm and soft on my crotch.

I paused, too stunned to say anything, but not exactly moving to stop her. We stared at each other, Lisa retaining her vulpine grin, her eyes had a sort of intensity in them, an underlying lust that I was almost sure was not there before.

My mind went a mile a minute, trying to figure out which one of my powers may have caused her to act like this. I know for a fact that I didn't set up any spells. Could she be doing of this of her own volition? Could she be being forced to do this?

These thoughts and many more ran through my head, trying to find an answer until I realized something.

Whatever the reason for this, be it some quirk of the Bordello or Lisa's own plans, was I really going to say no to an under the table footjob in the middle of the day at Fugly Bob's?

No, of course I wouldn't.

So in a few seconds that felt like hours, I adjusted how I was sitting, spread my legs just a bit for easier access. This may come to bite me in the future, but I don't think I would be okay with not doing this.

"So, what do you want to know?" I said, keeping my voice even despite how good it felt feeling her rub my growing dick through my pants. I wasn't a blushing virgin, but in this life or my last one, I haven't done anything like this.

"You live in the Bay your whole life?" She asked, her position slightly adjusted from before. She was leaning forward more, her head being held by her hands, her smile wide and her eyes intense. If anyone saw from a distance, it would looks like she was interested in what I was saying.

Of course, she seemed to be more interested in making him feel good, but he had to be casual.

"Lived here all my life. Traveled a lot, but we always came back to Brockton." Her feet started moving faster, the feeling more than enough to get me to my full length. I saw her stop for a moment before she continued, "What a nice surprise."

I could feel my body shudder when she used one foot to move up and down my length, the other trying to find purchase with my zipper, god it felt amazing. "I'm full of surprises, what can I say Lisa."

"I can see that you have more than just surprises waiting for me." she said, smiling as I struggled to keep in a moan."Keep talking Lucis, don't want to get caught, do you? Have you been anywhere interesting?"

I struggled to keep my voice even, "Fucking...New York, California, most of the United States and Canada. Nghhh, I even spent some time in-"

That's when I felt my dick get exposed to the open air.

She tilted her head. "Huh. Didn't think I could actually get it out. Might as well finish the job."

"What do you mean by finish the-" My train of thought was cut off as she placed my dick between her arches, and she moved with a ferocity I didn't expect.

Whatever I was saying got lost in a haze of lust. Something about the mix of my own precum made her glide over my shaft, the feeling of her toes trying to massage every inch of me was about to put me over the edge.

"You like this, don't you baby?" She said, leaning even closer to me, "You like the feeling of my toes rubbing your fat dick? I bet that fucking nerd from yesterday wouldn't do this for you." I choose to ignore the fact that Taylor would absolutely do this for me.

"You wanna nut all over my pretty little feet? Cover my toes in your cum?" She started moving even faster, not even giving me the chance to answer, my mind a haze from the pleasure she was giving me. I absentmindedly nodded my head, and I could see a sharp smile on her face.

"Then cum for me."

I couldn't help but oblige.

The first few spurts of cum were explosive, coating her feet in a layer of cum. I could feel her toes trying their best to goad more cum out of me, and my enhanced body rewarding her with more that I could see she was wiggling between her cute toes.

"Didn't think I was that good at it.." I could hear her whisper as she took a moment to look at the mess I left her feet. She looked at me, a smug smile on her face, "You really do know how to make a girl feel special. Didn't think you had that much in you. Glasses leave you blue balled yesterday?"

I ignored her in favor of cleaning myself up, and while most of the evidence of our deeds were on her feet, some were still dripping from my tip. "No need to bring up other women, Lisa."

"Fine then, keep your secrets." I could hear the small squelching of my cum as she slid on her shoes under the table, "But if you ever want something that Glasses can't provide, you have my number," leaving a signed receipt on the table.

She got up to leave, but before I could say anything, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and she was off.

I didn't get an answer of why she did this, or how she even started to gain any form of sexual attraction to me, but I couldn't be too upset.

I managed to get a tracking spell off when I came all over her feet, and with the power of that orgasm, it was essentially supercharged. What that meant, I wasn't exactly sure, but I couldn't wait to find out.

Let it be known that although I may be a degenerate, I will always cum with a purpose.

-STD-

Getting back on track after Fugly Bob's was difficult but not impossible.

I ended up grabbing another burger and ate outside, and I have to say, it's just as good without the footjob accompanying it. Bob (Robert?) knows how to make a mean burger.

In truth, I was somewhat lost in what I wanted to do today. I could feel my Bordello growing in power, but I felt more comfortable unleashing that back at home, just in case I'm in shock or anything like that with each new power.

Oddly enough, that feeling of accomplishment, the same one I got when I ruined Emma and Madison, wasn't present when I got a footjob from Lisa. A shame on one hand, but on the other, that did mean I had some sort of incentive to continue what I did to the two of them to another woman. Or man, only time would tell.

Sending a text to Lisa, I told her it was me to lock in my number, and she responded with a quick message about how she'd be busy today but couldn't wait to see me again.

I admit, I was playing an incredibly dangerous game. Any bit of information I hand to Lisa, intentionally or not, would probably be fed back to Coil and in turn used on me to chain me to his plans. At least, that's what I would think if I was an obvious Parahuman.

I don't know what my body gave to her, intuition wise, but I think I was too busy cumming on her feet to be focused on anything else.

And what was up with that?

I knew for a fact that I lowered inhibitions of people around me, that was the entire point of The Great Tempter, but having someone who I knew for a fact was an asexual in canon give me an unprompted footjob in a fast food restaurant? Yeah, something was up.

I needed to make sure to keep my eyes on Lisa in the future.

Now though, with a full stomach and empty balls, the real question was what in the world I was going to do today. Crossing the street, but nothing really stuck out to-

The roar of an engine and my own instincts screamed in my ear. I flung myself backwards, pulling back an older woman with me as a giant monstrosity of a vehicle flew down the road.

Merchants, of course it's fucking Merchants. I guess downtime doesn't exist in Brockton Bay, drugged out bastards couldn't take a day off so I could at least keep the high of a mysterious footjob.

I looked over to the woman I saved, her face pale and ghostly. "You okay?"

"You...you saved me." She was still in shock, that much was clear.

I snapped my fingers in front of her a few times, "No problem. You can thank me by getting somewhere safe"

She nodded dumbly, and as she started running for cover with the rest of the crowd, I tried my best to find somewhere to change into Lightbringer.

As much as I would love to leave this to the PRT or anyone else, I didn't want to lose a chance to stick Squealer with a tracking spell. Not to mention if I wanted to survive being in Brockton and the wider Parahuman world, some experience fighting said Parahumans would be nice.

Running into an alleyway, I was half tempted to let the Bordello fly, just on the off chance that I got something that could help me change here, but that was entirely based on chance.

Bitch Witch messed with clothes, but not in the way I needed it to. I didn't have a clothes beam like Piccolo, but I could essentially slutify any outfit I wanted, making them laughably impractical, but that wouldn't be helpful for what I needed. I wanted my jacket, my helmet, a white t-shirt, and I'd be golden. But no.

No pocket dimension or bag of holding on me. I needed to improvise.

I turned invisible for a moment, before shaping my sacred magic, motes of light drowned out by the sun, an idea I've had for some time now, one that I never truly tested at this distance.

I thought of my outfit as Lightbringer. The smell and warmth of the leather jacket, the smell of the oil filling my nose and mind alike. The comfortable reliability of his combat boots, the heft they brought making me feel like I'm standing above any issues that may come my way. The jeans and t-shirt, simple, clean, a sign of being simple, of being human, of being just another person trying to do their best.

And the helmet, his crowning jewel. The simple matte black of the helmet and the simple design with horns jutting upwards, imitating his own horns in his demon form. It hid him, but it made him a player on the battlefield.

A flash of light, and the items were summoned in front of me. I quickly changed while invisible and turned into my demon form, the clothes growing with me once again.

Lightbringer was back.

-STD-

A few motes of lights were the Merchant's only indication that I arrived on top of their vehicle, standing just between the seats on top of the vehicle. Open and with a turret nearby, it was easy for me to stand to my full height.

"You know, most people mod a civic or something like that before making their own beast."

They all jumped at my voice, four heads snapping in my direction at once. Squealer was the easiest to recognize. Behind the wheel, blonde, dirty, missing teeth, wearing a mechanics uniform that's tied to the waist, with a stained tank top that's way too tight. Skidmark I could recognize as well, blue suit that's a bit ratty and teeth missing to the point of being mostly gums, gods he looked disgusting.

The two other's I didn't recognize, goons or some equivalent, were probably meant to protect them.

Or maybe man the large turret that one of them was behind.

"Cape!" someone screamed, and with an efficiency I didn't expect, everyone except for Squealer aimed a gun at me, even the man behind the turret was swiveled my way.

"Whoa let's not get too hasty now. No need to add murder to your charges." I said, hoping to deescalate the situation. "How about you guys come with me and I'll make sure you all-"

A sharp turn of the wheel from Squealer meant that the whole vehicle lurched. As the only one who didn't have a seat belt on, I went flying out of the car.

I was about to collide with a building, and almost on instinct, I broke into motes of light, reappearing right on top of the monster truck once again, my momentum dying off when I shoulder checked the turret.

I was back where I was, but with no hesitation, they pointed their guns at me once again, and Skidmark didn't appreciate that.

"Fuckin' heroes, always showing up when they're not needed. First the Protectorate, now this jerk off." He shoved the pistol in my face, "Move an inch and I'll blow your brains out. You're fast, but you're not faster then a point blank bullet."

In truth, I didn't actually know if bullet's could even pierce my skin in the first place. I was strong, and even more so in my demonic form.

But I refused to get bitched by fucking Skidmark of all people.

"Yeah, no." A snap of my fingers summoned arrows made of light. White and pure, they aimed down at the Merchants, hovering behind me even as Squealer continued moving at her high speeds. "Fuck around and find out Skidmark."

He narrowed his eyes at the display of power before he started laughing, "I'm not afraid of your little light show cocksucker."

One of the goons spoke up, "Uh, boss? Maybe we should turn in. Just this once. I don't recognize this guy. I don't think he's with the Protectorate." His will to fight left him when he saw the arrows. Powers were nice like that.

"You wanna leave, feel free to jump out." Skidmark said with no hesitation, "Be a pussy if you want."

"Skiddy, if you let a single one of those things hit the car, I'm gonna kill you." Squealer said while focusing on the road.

And as Skidmark started to respond, I let the arrows fall.

The arrows fell, and while it didn't make any noise, the sight of them falling had them cowering, just long enough for Squealer to dive from the driver's seat and behind Skidmark, who dove behind his own seat.

Everyone was struck, but when the arrows made contact with their skin, they didn't scream out in pain. Instead, the arrows curled, becoming rings that wrapped around each of the Merchant's bodies, enough to keep them in place.

As the merchant's cursed at me, I took control of Squealer's vehicle, and I had to say, the controls to it were...incredibly simple.

I don't know why I expected something more complex, but it made sense that it was this way. Merchants were strung out most of the time, so having something complex wouldn't stick very well. Pretty intuitive, really.

I got the vehicle to come to a stop, and I could feel a weight off my shoulders. That wasn't a real fight, just underhanded tactics, but it was still a win. Not to mention I captured Squealer, and if my perks were to be believed, I now had full reign the fuck the ever loving shit out of her while she's in my custody.

No way in the world I was going to do that though. Healing magic or not, she was filthy, missing some teeth, smelled terrible, and probably had more than a few STDs that I didn't want to catch. The best thing for me to do here was to knock them all out and wait for the PRT to move them, just like last time with the muggers.

Alas, the sight her bust almost falling out of her tank top, the bands of light restricting her, something about it excited me more than I expected. It would be a waste to send her off to the PRT without doing something to her.

I waved my hands and a few of the bands of light on Skidmark and the goons went up to their throats, and they tightened for a moment. They struggled for air for a few moments before knocking out, and in this state, all it took was a touch to keep them out for at least a few hours with the spells from Lewd Witch.

"The fuck did you do to Skiddy and the boys?" Squealer...squealed at me. There was a drawl there, mixed in with something a bit more higher pitched, and fuck it was grating.

"They're fine," I tried to keep the excitement out of my voice, "Just thought you wouldn't want an audience for what I'm about to do to you." I faced her, and moving the extras to the front, I carried Squealer to the backseat and laid her down face up, her body still unwilling to listen to her, her breasts still pushed together by the bands of magic. Perfect.

I thought for a moment. I looked around from where we were. No one was really there, this part of the city long since abandoned, but it was better to be safe than sorry. A spell of invisibility and another of sound dampening escaped my lips and surrounded the car. Bordello aside, I didn't need a recording of this on the internet, not yet.

She started shaking in her binds, "I swear, if you do anything to me, I'll scream. I'll make sure the whole city hears me."

"I'm not gonna do anything crazy, just enjoying the spoils of war." I said, starting to reach for her shirt. The tank top was already struggling, so I did the logical thing and pulled it up, exposing her breasts to the open air. Large, with a slight bounce to them still. Pretty pink nipples that weren't too big or too small. A perfect pair of tits, all for me.

She scoffed at that, "As much as I love getting railed in the back of my cars, I don't want your little shrimp-"

I unzipped my pants, letting out my enhanced dick, stopping her words in her track.

She was stunned for a moment, a word or even a sound coming out of her lips. She licked her lips, before finally speaking again.

"You know what, I can work with this."

I laughed, "This isn't going inside you, not yet." I straddled her, my dick resting perfectly between her chest, "I'm getting all I can out of these tits of yours."

She nodded her head, still completely focused on my dick, mesmerized when I started to move her tits up and down. They were large enough to spill out of my hands already, soft, warm, welcoming, and made it easy to ignore everything wrong with her with a pair like these wrapped around me.

I picked up the pace, a light lubrication spell giving me more ease of movement, and that's when I noticed the heavy breathing Squealer started to do, a blush coming to her face.

I started to twist and pinch the nipples I was holding onto, and a moan of pleasure escaped her lips, bringing a smile to my face.

"You like having your tits played with?" I waited for a response, but she said nothing. Stubborn, but I could fix that. I squeezed harder than before, a moan louder than the last escaped her lips. " I asked you a question."

She nodded her head feverishly, "Yes, yes I do!"

I smiled under my helmet, "Good, because I wanna make sure you at least feel a little good."

Before she could ask her question, I picked up the pace, the pinches and twists became more prominent, I was getting lost in the feeling of her enveloping me.

God they felt perfect, and I didn't want to stop. I didn't know how long we kept like that, but I could feel her shake and tremble under me, rubbing her thighs together, my demonic essence heightening her sensitivity to peaks she never known before .

"I'm about to cum," I stated as a fact, and instead of her looking away or telling me to move, she did something else entirely.

She opened her mouth wide, "Cum wherever you want, I just want a taste baby! Give me that baby batter!"

Something about her eagerness, and her willingness to swallow so easily sent me over the edge. With one final thrust, I came over her face and chest, the pale white sticking out against her tanned skin.

I made sure not to thrust my dick down her throat, but I came close to doing so. I stroked myself a few more times, the last ropes of white coating her, leaving most of her face marked by me.

She wiped what she could with her tongue, trying to swallow as much as possible. She seemed to love it, savoring the flavor before swallowing it, a shiver of pleasure going down her spine.

"I didn't know I could cum from a tit fuck alone." She said, a demented smile on her face, "I think I need you to arrest me again in the future..."

"Maybe I will." My dick was close to her face, and I could see her straining her neck to lick the tip of my dick, but I backed up. No need to risk catching anything.

I pulled my pants up and felt the tracking spell that came with me cumming all over Squealer take root. It was more powerful then a lot of my past ones, but what that exactly meant, I had to experiment with.

I looked around for a moment. The invisibility was still holding, and this place was borderline deserted. If I really wanted to, I could go for round two.

I shook my head. I had to focus. For now, it would be better to hand these guys to the PRT. It would suck to get a hold of her again in the future if she got the book thrown at her, but the abilities I had would make retrieving her easy.

Granted, the most I did was summon clothes from my house, but the same principles could apply in this case right?

On the other hand, I could feel the Bordello under my skin, warm, inviting, almost hypnotizing in a way I never noticed before. I could unleash it's power, and roll the dice to see if I could get anything that would help in the immediate future.

Fuck it, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I won't know unless I try.

The sensation of the Bordello was something I'd never really get used to, no matter how many times it flowed through me. The power was absolutely arousing, and I could feel my dick get hard after some of the energy smashed through the barriers within my soul.

More Like In-Your-End-o - This is a world of, if nothing else, absolutely gratuitous innuendo and sexual euphemism. With this perk, you can pun with the best of them. You will always have an absolutely endless supply of sexual humour and bad jokes for any situation. This does nothing to make it less gratuitous.

Define 'Girl' - What is a girl, anyways? Well, generally it's female, and below the age of 18. But, you're a bit of a free thinker. You'd think that there would be a problem with adulthood and whatnot, but nope. A MILF is as good as a teenager, and a trap is fine too. If you tilt your head and squint, and it looks female, you're good.

Why does this matter? Well, it lets you apply all those perks and spells and powers with pesky female-only gender requirements to any 'girl' you come across, of course!

What? The male-only perks? Well, if you insist, then the inverse applies too. Anything sufficently 'boy' works for those.

Touch of Darkness - Corrupted Utea command darkness and corruption just as competently as they once wielded healing and purification magic and they delight in using their tainted gifts to drag others down into depravity with them. Most injuu spawn new demons by forcing women to give birth to them, but you're able to corrupt men and women alike: first rousing their desires through sex or temptation, and then utilizing them as the catalyst for an unholy tantric ritual that transforms your partner into a sex demon, unquestioningly loyal and bound to your soul. The more powerful your partner the more powerful the demon they become, but anyone with a great deal of lust or pent-up desire makes a magnificent injuu even if they have no magic whatsoever, and as your power grows you can make even stronger demons out of ordinary humans, to say nothing of magical girls or any other powerful individuals. A strong will can resist your power but only having no sexual desire whatsoever can grant total immunity to it.

As the information regarding these perks entered my mind, I looked at the three criminals who were captured. This is something I could work with.

"Consider today your lucky day Squealer, you won't be going to jail." A purple tentacle wrapped around her waist from nowhere. Instead of squirming, she leaned into it, a smile visible on her face, even when she started to disappear in front of me, turning into small motes of light.

"I have plans for you."

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Salvation Through Debauchery

TerraForder

Chapter 8: Chapter 7

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Making a beast of a vehicle show up in the middle of the city is an easy way to get the attention of the PRT.

"Parahuman Lightbringer, please remain where you are as the Parahuman Response Team extracts the suspects!" A monotone voice said through a loudspeaker for what felt like the tenth time.

"Heard you the first time!" I was an idiot, I should have left with Squealer the moment I was able to. But no, I had to stay back and mmake sure these addicts actually got put away.

I was sitting on top of the vehicle, my legs dangling off the stand where the turret used to be. It wasn't broken off completely from when I slammed into it, but it wasn't usable. A shame, I didn't realize how much I'd want a turret until the option was taken away from me.

With Skidmark and his goons placed in a black PRT van, I was finally signaled to come down, a familiar arm motioning in my direction.

When I jumped down, she wasted no time speaking to me, "Lightbringer. Good to see you again. I wish it was under better circumstances."

"Wrong city for that Miss Militia. But it's good to see you as well. So, what do you need from me?"

She took out a notebook and a pen, contrasting heavily with her military inspired costume, "Just a statement. Order of events, anything important."

"I already talked to the cops. You guys want one for yourself?" I also fed them a load of shit when they asked about Squealer, something I knew would be torn apart if fed to the PRT.

"I just want to go over something you mentioned to the authorities," She flipped to page in her notebook, "how Squealer just...disappeared when you were closing in on them?"

Time to put on a show to sell this.

I turned away from her, looking off into the distance. "It's just an idea, I don't want to cause a panic if I'm wrong."

"I assure you, the Protectorate can handle anything thrown their way." She smiled with her eyes, "Trust that we can protect people."

Nothing was said between us for a few seconds, until I audibly sighed. Selling this was important, but thank god for the helmet, because there is no way in the world I'd be able to keep a straight face while I said this.

"I think...I think the Merchants have a new parahuman in their ranks."

Her eyes widened, but only slightly. "And you think this parahuman is responsible for Squealer disappearing?"

"It wasn't disappearing, not really. It's like," I made a floor with one hand and made the other fall into it, "She sunk into her shadow."

She wrote something down into her notebook before continuing, "Anything you noticed while she disappeared? Any smells, sounds, something out of place?"

I scratched the side of my helmet, "No smells, so real sound aside from the engine running and the sounds of the city. Same smell of pollution and seawater Brockton always has. Same can't be said for the shadow."

I paused for a moment, letting her finish what she was writing, before I continued, "It was solid, the only thing I could notice was that her shadow darkened until she fell though it like water."

Miss Militia leaned in at that, "Anything else? Anything at all."

I shook my head, "That's all. I don't know how you guys deal with reverse teleportation, but keep an eye on your inmates."

"You have no idea how helpful this is Lightbringer, you may have helped smooth over a lot of headaches today." Miss Militia said, putting away her notebook.

"There is something else. Something that's been bothering me." stopping her before she walked away, "It's more of a theory, but maybe it'll help your search."

"What is it?" She was interested. Hook line and sinker.

"Whoever has Squealer now...there's probably a reason for it right? Either they could only grab one person and decided to grab her, or, they're actively choosing to throw Skidmark to you guys."

She didn't say anything, but she seemed to be pondering something nonetheless.

"Just something to think about," I added.

"Thank you Lightbringer. If you find out anything else, you have our number."

As she walked away, I couldn't be sure whether or not she believed everything I said.

And that was terrifying.

-STD-

I should have thought thorough grabbing Squealer a bit more.

Don't get me wrong, I don't regret doing it, but I wish I had something more than my room to keep her in.

Lewd Mage did a lot of things, but something like pocket dimensions were out of my depth, and even the elemental manipulation I had didn't extend to the earth well enough to justify terraforming. Not yet.

As of right now, Squealer was in my bedroom, in stasis until I could figure out what to do with her. I thought about putting her in a deep slumber, but even then, her body would need nutrition, and I wasn't so sure about taking care of a woman who would essentially be comatose. No, this was the better option, it even let me mess with her body while she was like this if I really wanted to, similar to what I did to Madison.

But not this time. The rituals placed in my mind needed to be reviewed at the least, see what could be done, and if they're worthwhile in the first place. If they are, I had some options regarding what I was going to do with Squealer.

Having someone compelled by their very soul to follow me is a tempting thing, especially on Earth Bet where everyone had their own agenda. Having some loyal minions would be good, and if I gathered enough people to form a team? Then I could potentially even the odds against some of the groups here. I admit, I'm eager to try my hand at fighting some of the villains here, but I don't want to get jumped.

The only villain in the bay who respects the one on one is fucking Lung, and I was nowhere near his level.

Squealer wasn't huge, so after several cleansing spells to get rid of the dirt she had and to ensure she didn't leave a scent, I placed her on the bed, under the covers.

As much as I would like to use her as sex doll, I sat down at my desk to take notes on the rituals that were implanted in my mind. A large green external hard drive sat on my desk, right next to my laptop. I took a spare piece of notebook paper and started writing out what I understood.

These rituals had the same end result, the creation of a demon. Their form was heavily determined by their own power. Their demon form would be strong, but they could just as easily turn back into human to hide their form. Just like with my own demonic form, some traits would leak into their base human form. All things considered, it was a direct upgrade. Sadly, this ritual was extensive and esoteric.

Setting up the ritual in the first place would take hours. Candles needed to be lit, symbols needed to be drawn, and scents needed to be permeating the room. Even assuming I knew how to do everything perfectly, which I do, the information was implanted in my mind, It would still take an hour and a half at least to have things ready.

I'd need a dedicated space for this, and unless I could ensure my father would never enter the basement in the future, I really needed to have a hideout. I think I could deal with trying to find one. The woods in the city limits were an option, and there were plenty of abandoned buildings ripe for the taking.

But it's the other factor that's the issue. The candles had to be made from the blood of a foe, won through combat, the symbols made from the essence of a great beast and the mark of the unholy, the smell of brimstone, and a couple of other things that I knew, but had no idea where to actually find. All of this coalesced into a ritual that could only be performed on the new moon.

So in combination, I had to find a place to store a shit ton of suspicious materials and have a room at the ready to actually perform the ritual, and there was no way in the world I was going to be able to do all of this at my own house. I also knew that I would be frustrated with anything less than my own pocket dimension.

I was going to have a collection of suspicious materials, and although some of them could be brushed off as edgy teen memorabilia, but jars of blood? No, that couldn't be explained away. I also wanted to be able to store a large amount of whatever I needed without the chance, no matter how small, of someone ruining, stealing it, or trashing my materials as a whole.

It was out of my hands. I didn't have the magic or the perks to make my own pocket dimension, and until I did, I was in the market for a mundane hideout.

I looked through the notes I made before balling them up in my hands. With a flex of my magic, I burned the papers in my hands, not even leaving ashes. Better to get rid of anything like this for now, until I could start keeping archives of my own.

Next was the blackmail collection.

I grabbed the external hard drive I originally ignored, connecting it to my own laptop. After a moment, a directory appeared.

Organized by last name, it had names I was very familiar with.

I clicked on Clements, Madison.

It opened another directory, one folder was there, marked as Rape.

I clicked on that one as well and opened the only video.

The video was in first person, like someone implanted a camera in my eye. It started right when I entered the room, starting with a flash of light.

The quality of the sound and video was amazing, it was crisp, it was clean, it looked as if it was professionally made, as if all of this was just acting.

In truth, I thought I would be disgusted at seeing myself do this. I wasn't exactly a bad person in my last life, maybe a bit of a pervert, but nowhere at this level of degenerate. Instead, I was indifferent. I didn't care what happened to Madison, I was oddly accepting of what I did to her. Water was wet, the sky was blue, and Madison Clements was a cum dump. It was a fact of life.

What an odd thought from me.

But ignoring those feelings, it was a good video. Worse comes to worse, I start selling these recordings. It'd be an easy income, and I know for a fact that there's a market for this kind of stuff. But for now, I'll keep it in my back pocket.

The video ended right when I turned my attention to Emma, I assume it continued in her folder, but I got what I needed.

As I logged off and hid the external hard drive, I could feel the Bordello gaining power passively. As much as I would love to let it rip, I wanted to wait once again, so I could at least increase my chances of getting something useful, like a pocket dimension.

The chances of me getting it in general? Low, but it was worth a shot regardless.

I checked the time, only about six at night, but it was already dark out.

It may have been a school night, but I had to go hideout hunting. Maybe this was a good time to message Shadow Stalker, get her more familiar with me.

Even if I was planning on raping her, I still wanted her input on the whole hideout thing.

-STD-

I was standing on the rooftop as Lightbringer when a familiar mass of shadow came into view.

It was interesting the way Shadow Stalker navigated in her breaker form. She carried momentum when she moved from rooftop to rooftop, and even when she shifted back, her outfit worked perfectly to hide herself in the shadows. Made it hard to tell if she was moving or about to shoot you with a bolt.

Smart design.

She appeared next to me, the shadows giving way to human form, her cape caught in the wind.

"Lightbringer." she said, her voice distorted from her mask.

"Shadow Stalker. You ready to go house hunting?"

She scoffed, "This is shit you figure out before you show up on the cape scene."

"Yeah, well we all can't just fall back to Wards base if anything goes south."

"Fuck off, I have more than just them to fall back to," she hissed out at me.

"I don't think a friends room counts as a real safe house."

"Yeah, well, fuck you."

"Only if you ask nicely."

There was no real venom in her voice, oddly enough. Maybe I had a larger impact on her than I thought. That was good at least.

"Besides, I haven't really patrolled today. Two birds with one stone and all that." And I wasn't lying. Ever since last time, I've been a bit antsy, feeling the pull to go out and do something for a change.

"What, Merchant druggies not enough for you?"

"You can't see it, but I'm rolling my eyes at you. And I'm frowning." I was shaking my head too, just to add to it.

"So, the coke whore got away. New Parahuman on the scene?" She leaned over the edge of the roof, I assumed she was talking about Squealer. "Reverse teleporter, potential umbrakiensis, all around unknown?"

I tilted my head at that, "Miss Militia already shared that with the PRT?"

"Emergency threat assessment. Movers like that are not only rare but dangerous. They have eyes on Skidmark and his goons twenty four seven."

"Hm." She turned towards me, and although I couldn't see her expression, I could tell she wanted to say something. "Alright, what is it."

"Just something that was brought up during the threat assessment. An idea Miss Militia brought up."

"And what did Miss M say?"

"It's…" her voice went quiet for a moment, uncharacteristically hesitant. "Never mind. Nothing important. So, hideout hunting? Where were you thinking?"

She was dodging, but I didn't want to press her, not yet. As much as I wanted to know what Miss Militia was saying, I'd find out if it was important, so I took the easy out Shadow Stalker gave me.

"I wasn't thinking anything. I know I want somewhere abandoned, but I was hoping for you to give me some tips."

She scoffed, "Abandoned he says, as if a chunk of this city isn't just abandoned buildings and fucked up infrastructure."

"You know what I mean. Where to go, where to avoid, things like that. I know you did the vigilante thing before getting caught by the PRT."

"Hm. You know what, you caught me in a good mood. I know a few good places to stake out." She said it almost jovially, if it wasn't for the undercurrent of ferocity. "Short patrol around Empire territory first though. Plus you owe me a favor."

I had to think about it for a moment. As far as Shadow Stalker knows, all I have is my powers and the clothes on my back. She didn't know my identity, and the only favor I think she would reasonably ask for would be on the call healing. I couldn't find any real reason to stonewall her.

I shrugged, "Sure. But these suggestions better be good."

"Beggars can't be choosers." She backed away from the edge of the roof a good distance, before running and jumping, shifting into her shadow state to maintain her momentum and landing in the next building. By the time she turned back, I was already next to her.

She nodded and the two of us were off into the night.

I let her take point, hell, I'm sure she knew the area better than me, so why not? Following close behind her, we made sure to keep eyes on the streets. When it came to the alleyways, it was easy to spot if someone entered them, and from there, it was easy enough to follow any suspicious characters.

We worked in silence, but it wasn't awkward like I was expecting. She was fine with leading, and I took well to listening to her, be it a raised hand to stop moving on or a gesture to keep going, we worked well together.

My gifts from the Bordello may have impacted her more than I thought. She's supposed to be hot headed, impulsive, petty to the nth degree. With me she was snarky and a bit rude, but not so insufferable that she was hard to be around. Do I interfere with agents to the point where it doesn't impact the person as much? That might be something to look into later.

Sadly, even with our unexpected teamwork, today was a bust in comparison to last time. About an hour and a half of patrolling, even though we saw some goons, they weren't doing anything overtly criminal. The worst we saw was someone missing the trashcan when they threw a can. Even then, he turned back to pick it up.

"Are nights always this slow?" I ask. I stopped the Merchants this morning. Sure, they were small potatoes at this point in time, but it was something!

Stalker idly scratched her chin, "No. It's usually more active than this."

"It's December. Maybe the cold stopped people from coming out in the first place?"

"No, I've seen some of these skinheads walk around in tank tops today. Gangs only go quiet when they're planning something. Either that or we've been spotted."

I looked around. I didn't see any cameras, and my enhanced senses didn't pick anyone up. "Maybe we should fuck off for a bit. Hold my hand, I'll get us out of here."

She looked at it, and although I couldn't read minds just yet, I knew that she was definitely weighing the pros and cons of going off with a mostly unknown parahuman.

She took my hand anyway.

We disappeared into small motes of light, and then we found ourselves on a rooftop in the commercial district.

"Huh…" She said, letting go of my hand, patting herself down. "No headache, no feeling of being squished and thrown around. You're a pretty solid Blink Mover."

"You travel by teleport a lot?"

"Only during Endbringer fights. Strider is the one behind that, and his power is jarring. Like someone punching the air out your lungs, then shaking you up and down a lot."

"Maybe something to test in the future." I shook my head, I tried not to think too much about the Endbringers. They were a looming shadow I was far from ready to think about without freaking out. They were ungodly strong, and unless I could stabilize Eidolon, kill him, or some secret third option, he was going to keep making them.

"Whatever the Empire is planning, if we noticed, that means the PRT noticed too. I'll keep my ear to the ground and keep you in the loop." She looked away from me when she said that last part.

"Word, appreciate it Shadow Stalker." It would be easy to tease her, but time and place. So, I'm ready to see some of these places you told me about."

"Good, because one of them is nearby." She jumped from the roof once again, and I followed with ease.

I might be getting too used to jumping off the top of buildings.

-STD-

The first place she showed me was actually in the commercial district. It was an abandoned warehouse with a large second floor that were originally offices. It was big enough if that I cleared out the rooms, tore down some cubicles, it would be a great start.

"There seems to be a warehouse attached to this hideout, Stalker." I needed space, but this was ridiculous. It was smaller than the average warehouse, but it was still at least ten thousand square feet. Yeah it gave me room to grow but my god, how much could I grow before I got access to a personal pocket dimension?

She rolled her eyes, "I almost didn't notice. This place used to be an Empire storage space. Guns, drugs, shit like that."

"What happened to it? ABB kick them to the curb?"

"PRT raided the place, so the fuckers had to move. No one really touches it since Empire could come back at any moment, but they have bigger things to worry about than a single warehouse."

"So we're on Empire's old stomping ground?" I couldn't help but grimace beneath my mask.

That wouldn't be a good idea. The last thing I needed was to be blindsided by them while trying to set up. I can imagine trying to decorate my room and fucking Hookwolf breaks down the front door.

That being said, Stalker isn't wrong. At this point in canon, The Empire is usually clashing with the ABB, and things were about to get heated in the next few months. Maybe I really could slip under the radar...

"I'll keep it in mind," I shrugged noncommittally, "Not a bad pick, but I do wanna see what else you have to show me."

I could see her stand up a bit straighter at that, but her voice was level "I'm not gonna give you some half ass suggestion." She wiped a layer of dust from a table, "This place needs a deep cleaning anyway."

-STD-

The next place she showed me was in the slums, a dilapidated apartment building that if I wasn't wrong, it was close to where the Archer Bridge Merchants would eventually set up their own seat of power post Leviathan.

Shadow Stalker kicked her feet up on the table in the small apartment, "I know it's not much but hear me out first."

I sat down next to her boots, leaning against the table. "Oh this is gonna be good."

"The owner of this building rents it out, no questions asked. Dirt cheap, but a good chunk of the residents just squat here in the upper floors. Sure, you don't really have much privacy, but if you don't start shit, you can stay here as long as you need."

"I won't lie, I didn't think of anything like this." And I was telling the truth. I had more than enough money to dip into to keep the owner happy, and a few spells here and there would be a good way to keep my privacy.

It was also close to the Undersiders' current base, I know they were in an abandoned factory nearby. Not to mention a lot of people here though. One slip and a whisper to the wrong person, there goes my secret. Maybe the people in Brockton were smart enough to mind their own business?

Yeah, right.

"Small, out the way, not close to any major gang. Not bad at all Stalker." I pat her leg a few times in appreciation, and she growled out.

"I'm not a fucking pet." She oddly enough didn't move her leg away from my touch, "I still have one more place for you, so don't get too attached."

"Lead the way."

-STD-

Dark, dusty, and filled with nothing but rats and stale air, Shadow Stalker stayed close to me, a ball of light from my hands illuminating the area in front of us.

"I thought this place would be crawling with homeless. This is prime real estate you found here Stalker."

"Only downside is the walk. But you're a mover, so that's not a factor is it?"

"Yeah, but what about everyone else? How else will you visit me?"

A distorted snort came from her mask, "As if I'd ever come down to this shithole. You want this place, that's fine, but don't expect me to casually drop by to say hey."

I don't blame her. The subway station in Brockton has been down in out since the Boston Games, and it's only gone to shit since then. Empty trains, dark, no central power source for the place. Out of the way, perfect for privacy, and any additions I wanted to make, I could without disrupting anyone.

But like every other place I've been too, there's a few caveats.

It's deep underground, and usually I'd be okay with that, I know that there's about a year until this place for sure gets flooded by Leviathan. There may not be any puddles I can see, but I don't think a subway system is the ideal place for preventing water damage. Granted, that's a worry no matter which part of Brockton I go to.

No, I was dodging the issue. The real concern was the attention it would bring. I won't pretend I remember every detail of Coil's operations, but I know if I start digging underground, he might catch wind of it and all of a sudden a small army equipped with tinker tech will be at my doorstep. That precognitive bastard would have me dead to rights at that point, because I'm almost one hundred percent sure that I'm not a blank. I can be read, I can be simulated enough to be manipulated. I wanted to minimize the chance of that.

This place might be the only one that I'm leaning towards no on.

"Where did you find this place?" Because there was no way in the world any sort of PRT sanctioned mission would have the Wards somewhere like this.

"You know the blocked off metro entrances? I got curious one day," stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So you went into this pit willingly?"

"Fuck you, it was a good idea at the time," she hissed at me, "I wanted a lair, like what we're doing now." She looked around a bit more as the light from my hand illuminated the area.

"Did it work out like you want?"

"What do you think smartass? Besides, I found a better work around that suits me perfectly fine."

Like hiding items wall? I wasn't going to say that, but I knew she could theoretically do that with her powers.

"Hm. So you're giving me your secret sloppy seconds?"

"Shut the fuck up."

I laughed, the sound echoing in the subway, before I cut myself off. "We should get out of here, this place stinks." I say, not giving my true opinions just yet, "Wanna go back to where me met earlier tonight?"

She gripped my hand before saying anything, "Deal. Something's not right with this place."

I nodded. I brightened the room a bit, giving me more of a visual of the place before teleporting out of there.

Yeah, if this place isn't crawling with Coil mooks by the time I come back, I'll eat my shoe.

-STD-

We returned to the rooftops, and when I sat down on the ground, I was surprised to see Shadow Stalker sit down across from me.

"So, what do you think?" She leaned in when she asked. She was eager, but it she was trying to hide it with a level voice, that much I could tell.

"Good places overall. None of them are perfect, but I like having a few options."

"Told you I wouldn't give you some bullshit," her voice was lighter after she heard me, "Good enough to justify that favor, right?"

"Fine, you'll get your favor. I don't know what you'll even do with it, I'm a nobody."

"You're strong, that's enough for me."

"You only like me for my strength, huh? Didn't think I was your type."

She made a disgusted noise, "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Seriously though, I appreciate it. I wouldn't have a foot in the door in Brockton without you." Was this a bit of a lie? Yes, but she did contribute. It was rude to not at least say thanks.

"I know, I'm fantastic," She looked away at me again. I can't even see her face, what is she worried about? "It's late. School night so I should get back home before people start asking questions."

I nod along with her, "Yeah, might as well. Thanks Shadow Stalker." I hold out my hand to her as I stood up.

She got up, and took my offer afterwards, a handshake. "No problem Lightbringer. Call me if you wanna beat up some Nazis."

With that, she jumped into the night, a shadow blotted out into the night sky.

I looked at where she was before a moment before dispersing into motes of light, leaving the rooftop empty.

All things considered? It didn't go terribly.

-STD-

The moment I got home, I let the power of the Bordello flow through me. It was nowhere near at the level I wanted it to be, and I can admit that I was getting impatient. Everything I have into one surge, just in case I got a pocket dimension and today could be easily forgotten about.

The conflicting sensations of the Bordello slowed through me, and I could feel it struggle against several barriers that were within my soul.

Magnificent Bastard - A tactician's mind lends itself well not only to commanding armies and battlefields but also to manipulating people. You're a master of seduction and manipulation, wielding words as skillfully as a myrmidon's blade and turning the unwary into unsuspecting pawns who move and think exactly as you desire. You would be right at home in any royal court or secret cult, but your true specialty lies in seduction, exploiting a victim's lusts as a weakness. Luring partners to your bed is child's play, and the more infatuated they are with you the easier it becomes to wrap them around your fingers and bend them to your whims. Given time to work your wiles you could seduce a loyal wife into an affair, conquer her heart and claim her as your own, and persuade her to join a harem of devoted concubines. Naturally some will be harder to beguile than others but there are always ways to erode their defenses and make them more vulnerable to your charms.

The tide of power smashed through the first great gate, and I could feel my mind be filled with honeyed words, my tongue turned silver, and I could feel the myriad of ways I could get people to move like pawns. People were turned into pieces and meetings turned to machinations. A useful power, incredibly so in this world, but it wasn't what I was looking for.

I kept pushing, and although the flow was weak, it was enough to break through something simple.

Rainbow Rock - Glowing faintly with all the colors of the rainbow, both spiky and smooth, a rainbow rock! Whats it do? Well, it's a one use healing item. What's it heal? Yes. Need some extra hp, it can handle that. Low on mana, check again. They also make for great summoning catalysts, and sell for huge amounts of money. Anyways, you get one once a week, every week, even if you haven't used it. Stockpile to your heart's content.

I felt a weight in my pocket, and information on how to use it entered my mind.

The flow of power was weak, disgustingly so. The great tide of power became a river, and now a flowing creek. Almost nothing was behind it, but there was enough for me to give it one more shot. Either I got something useful, or I kept the power on to wear it down over time. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

It hit against something solid, but it stopped, if only barely.

I wasn't sure what the power was, but I knew it manipulated relationships. It was a weak power, but maybe it was something useful.

I idly left the power groaning against the barrier, and I took stock of what I had now.

Social manipulation and a very good rock.

There was some overlap in what I could already do, but a bolstering of my charisma would always be welcome. But that rock...it was essentially a full restore. It might be good to stockpile as much as I could in these coming weeks, something like this would be a godsend at a later date.

I yawned on reflex mostly. I wasn't tired, but I wasn't so mighty that I couldn't appreciate lying down in a bed.

A quick shower later and I was in bed. I could spend tomorrow trying to figure out which place I could use as a hideout, the present was for relaxing.

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