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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 9: Chapter 8
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School started relatively normal on Monday. I waited for Taylor near the front of the school, and when she arrived we walked in together. We didn't hold hands, which was fine. If I had to guess, I don't think she wanted that attention just yet.
We went to homeroom, and that's when I started noticing the impact of my weekend escapades, because each of the Trio changed in their own ways.
It was the hardest to spot in Sophia. She was still confident, incredibly brash, and if I was anybody else, I would think that she's gotten worse.
But I could see the things people couldn't see, how her words didn't have as much bite to them as before, how she was less physical with the people around her, choosing apathy over outright aggression, and most telling of all the quiet moments when she thought no one was looking. That's when she rubbed her knuckles, right where I healed her, and I don't think she noticed that a grin was growing on her face every time she did so.
For Emma, it was clear that she was at least grumpier than usual. It's only been a few days, so I didn't expect for the orgasm lock to be incredibly effective just yet, though it was clear that she was taking out her frustration on the people around her. Thankfully, that didn't include Taylor, but there was no doubt in my mind that I needed to keep an eye on the situation, because if she touches Taylor indirectly because of me, I'd lose it.
That being said, I knew I had to let her stew in her frustration a bit more. People got desperate in pursuit of satisfaction, and if you hold someone over the edge long enough, they're willing to do or say anything. It would take some more time, but it would be worthwhile.
Sophia and Emma, one could easily brush off their behaviors as an extreme case of the Mondays, that time of the month, or just another day of dealing with the Trio. The same couldn't be said for Madison Clements.
It was like her personality took a complete one-eighty. Gone was the false cutesy demeanor replaced by an almost somber air about her, quiet, not as expressive as before. She just nodded along with Sophia and Emma, her streak of juvenile bullying seemed to be nonexistent. Even her clothes changed. The lighter clothes she wore almost constantly were replaced with baggy clothing. The clothes she wore were still cutesy, bright sweaters with matching skirts, but it seemed like the main purpose of the clothes were to cover up as much skin as possible. Reasonable for everyone else, but Madison? It was a shift in something.
But that was purely physical. Mentally, she seemed fried. She was lethargic, jumpy, and stayed close to Emma and Sophia. I knew that she wouldn't blab, no matter how much she wanted to, but whatever she told her two friends, it must have been enough for them to not question how she was acting.
Not bad a few days worth of work. Winter break was coming soon, so I did have a week of no school to do pretty much whatever I wanted to do. And with the Bordello growing alongside me, the possibilities were endless.
Most of my time might be spent trying to figure out my hideout situation, and unless I wanted to deal with keeping Squealer and anything else I grab while out to just be stuck in my room, I needed to deal with it fast.
The problem was-
A poke to my side interrupted my thoughts. It was Taylor. She gave me a look, and even if I couldn't read her mind, I could tell that she wanted me to focus and get lost in thought later.
I gave her a small nod, and went back to paying attention to whatever announcements were being presented. Future me could worry about the hideouts.
-STD-
Past me was an asshole.
Instead of enjoying A Song of Ice and Fire while Taylor leaned into me during lunch, what happened was me being too much in my own head to properly enjoy it.
I should have did this all last night in one burst, it's not like I need to sleep in the first place, I could have banged this out and went to school no problem. Healing helped with exhaustion to a degree, but it wasn't as if I had a limited stamina. Compounding with the perks I had, I knew my own stamina was ridiculous.
No, I couldn't focus while this hideout issue was on my mind.
Every hideout had their own pros and cons, and as much as I would like to take the secret fourth option of using all three of them, I couldn't justify that in my mind. I had far too little in the way of, for a lack of a better word, loot, to need to spread around everything around like that.
Another part of his mind, the selfish part, wants Shadow Stalker to know where he is, just so she could arrive at anytime she needs him. He likes working with her, sue him.
But back to the hideouts. The subway would have been cool, just creating a growing network of underground tunnels and using the central chamber as a base of operations felt appropriate for some reason. Too bad Coil would come sniffing the second I made any renovations that disturbed the ground. No, the underground is Coil's domain, the last thing I needed were mercenaries coming after me because I accidentally hit one of his underground bunkers walls by trying to expand. Fucking Coil, ruining everything.
That left two options, the warehouse and the apartment.
The warehouse, ignoring it's history, seemed like the perfect place. Good location, good size, and gives me room to grow if the pocket dimension thing doesn't work out. I'm not exactly a Tinker, but that much space? Better to have it then to not.
And despite my bitching, the history of it being Empire owned could work in my favor. Even if I didn't use any magic to muffle my presence and board up the windows, anything would be brushed off and ignored by civilians as, well, Empire activity. That does mean that it points a target on my back from other gangs and the PRT, I'd be an idiot to assume the two of them didn't have eyes on that place. Especially the PRT, it was technically in their territory. One wrong move and I'll have the Protectorate on my ass.
I wasn't eager to test how my magic would hold up against them. I was strong, but they've been doing this fighting thing much longer than me. Dauntless, for example, would rock my shit.
The apartment, by process of elimination, seemed like the only good choice. Small, hiding in plain sight, and large enough to be a home away from home, but it didn't have much room for growth. Not to mention that with so many civilians around, someone might blab and put me in the spotlight. My magic can do a lot, but if people start making up rumors about the mysterious room that makes no sounds, it'll be a matter of time before someone comes knocking. All of that pales in comparison to an issue I've been ignoring for a bit.
It was close to the Undersiders hideout. Lisa's Sherlock Holmes level of intuition could sniff me out, and until I got an understanding of how Thinker powers interact with me, I wasn't comfortable with having her close to me. I still didn't know what her game was with me as Lucis, and I didn't want to risk meeting her as Lightbringer for her to discover my identity and feed that back to Coil.
Even if I had no issues overpowering the Undersiders, this isn't something punching would permanently solve. Being backed by Coil was an insane boon for them, and unless I wanted to mess with him, I wouldn't mess with them.
A sigh escaped my lips and Taylor noticed, turning towards me.
"Alright, what's wrong? You've been out of it for most of the day."
I looked at her, closing my book. I couldn't say exactly what was on my mind obviously, but I couldn't find it in me just to say nothing was wrong. "I'm just trying to wrap a situation around in my mind."
She closed her book as well, turning towards me. "Wanna talk about it?"
It's like," I struggled with my words, "You ever have to make a decision where it feels like there's no good choices, but you have to make a choice regardless?"
"When you say no good choice, what do you mean?"
"I mean all of them aren't what you want to do, but you have to make the choice, because if you don't, you'll regret not making it."
"I think I get it…" Taylor looked around the library for a moment before grabbing my hand, "But ask yourself this, do you need to make those choices, or are you doing it because you feel like you have to?"
I was about to instantly say that yes, I needed to make this choice before I paused. Did I really need a hideout right now? Did I really have to put myself through the headache of being on edge while I had a level of anonymity most capes dreamed of? Couldn't I just stay where I was until I absolutely needed to?
Before I could answer her she continued, "And If you do need to make the choice, if all of them are bad, why not just choose the one you'll regret the least?"
"I, uh. Hm." It was simple, laughably so, but it made sense. "I never thought of it that way."
She shrugged her shoulders, "Most people don't. You don't have to tell me what it's about, I won't force you. But you seem like whatever choice you make, you'll be okay."
She kissed me on the cheek at that and I couldn't help but smile at the warm feeling that was blooming in my chest. Leave it Taylor to cut through the bullshit and get to the heart of the issue. Something solidified in my soul, and I knew I made the right choice pursue Taylor.
I looked around for a moment before leaning over and kissing Taylor on the lips. Quick, chaste, and everything our previous make out session wasn't. It still made a blush explode on her face.
We didn't say anything, but I could feel her hand tighten around my own.
And as the Bordello pushed through a weak barrier in my soul, and I was very much willing to ignore the weak power until it entered my mind.
Champion of the Small - Hey, there's no shame in someone your age still liking magical girls. In fact, it's hard not to love these brave little heroines, or to want to support them when they're doing their best and standing up for what's right. But something special happens when you're the one supporting them: maybe it's all the long practice you have from directing your servants, but having you there to cheer them on or back them up in a tough spot gives magical girls and other young heroines a swell of courage and determination to overcome all challenges, and maybe a little dash of a warm fuzzy feeling for you too. Don't be too surprised if many of them start wanting to call you big brother.
Hm. An oddly cheap power, but on Earth Bet, I might as well just join the Wards and have the girls in there fall for me one by one. That being said, I can't really see how this changes things for me.
-STD-
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful. Me and Taylor were essentially attached to the hip, but if anyone had an issue with it, no one said anything.
I could hear the disappointment in Taylor's voice when she told me that I couldn't come over for dinner again, but promised that we would do so again in the near future, Friday at the latest.
"I really enjoyed having you over…" she really was too sweet.
But with a hug and a quick kiss that I made sure that no one was around for, I knew we would be okay.
I started to make my way home, walking for the first time for a change. It was a straight shot from Winslow to the suburbs, even if it was far. And if some idiot wanted to try something, they'd be in for a rude awakening.
It would take time, but I had to plan further for the future anyway. After winter break, I knew things would start picking up fast, and although Taylor was the protagonist in the original canon, there wasn't too much that she directly caused. The Undersiders will still rob the ABB, Bakuda will still get recruited, and Coil will still try and kidnap Dinah.
Fuck there was a lot to do.
Not to mention the Locker Incident. No matter how much I think I may have stopped it, there was no guarantee. Not to mention that Taylor still had a corona. She could easily still trigger despite my best efforts and we'd be back on track for something that could easily be worse.
I bit the inside of my cheek. I was about to spiral, better to nip that in the bud now. Can't worry about what ifs, that's the path of madness.
For now, let's focus on the hideouts, which I've come to a conclusion for.
One more day of letting it stew, then I'll decide. Maybe I'm putting it off, but I could afford a day of not choosing a hideout.
A vibration from my phone interrupts my thoughts. My real phone, not the one I got for Lightbringer activities.
It was my dad.
"Howdy pops," I said on a reflex that I didn't know I had, "How's the trip?"
"It's good so far," Alexander Johnathan Freeman had a voice that was calm, not cold. His voice was smooth in a way that reminded me of my demon form, without the threatening undertones. Another part of me was oddly comfortable with hearing him, a weight leaving my shoulders I didn't know I had, concern. "We need to discuss winter break this year."
"Okay…" winter break in the Freeman household was either a low-key affair or a huge trip, no in between. Last year they had to go to London, but the year before we stayed home and binged movies together.
It didn't make much sense to Lucis, even now, but it was still time he felt appreciative for.
"I was invited to a gala by a friend of mine, it's a New Years party and I would have just went there day of, but a sale went through and I have to be there in person a few days beforehand to make sure it all goes well."
I nodded, following along, "Okay, so far I get it."
"To save ourselves the headache of going back and forth, we're spending the break in New York City."
My mind went a mile a minute. New York, my original home before being sent here. A piece of me longed for it, but I knew it was nothing like it was back at home. The place was dangerous, but with Legend there, it was probably one of the safest places to be in. That being said, it interrupt my plans of letting loose during the breaks.
"Before you say anything," dad continued, "I won't be able to be with you the whole time, so feel free to invite on of your friends with us if you want to."
Oh?
"Really? It's usually just us during these things, you okay with other people being there?"
"What am I gonna do, Leave you alone in New York? Hell, invite their parents too if you want to."
"Huh." This was out of the norm, but this was a chance I don't think I wanted to pass up. "I have a few friends who might wanna go. I'll talk to them."
"Good. I gotta go, more meetings. Just tell me by Saturday, alright? Love you and stay safe Luci"
I rolled my eyes at the nickname, "Love you too pops, stay safe."
And as he hung up, my mind started going through the people I wanted to bring, then I realized that there was no way I was going to bring anyone but Taylor.
Greg was a friend, but he was annoying and probably going to spend the Christmas with his family, and aside from him there was Sparky, but he was closer to Greg anyway. They all bonded over their love of video games, but past that, they weren't the closest.
Aside from those two, there was…
There was…
Huh, maybe I needed more friends.
Regardless of me and my number of friends, there were bugger things to worry about, such as prepping before this trip to New York.
As much as I wanted to shut down the trip idea in favor of doing cape shit, getting established outside of Brockton Bay before everything went south might be a good idea. Who knows, maybe I could get my hands on a solid power by absolutely ruining one of the parahumans there.
I crushed that idea as soon as it came up. I wasn't going to risk getting the attention of someone like The Teeth just to rape the current Butcher just for the chance at a great power. And I won't even humor the idea of touching one of New York's Protectorate or their Wards. Don't get me wrong, Flechette was hot, but I didn't want a laser beam to the dick for whatever I ended up doing to her. No, better to keep a lid on my lust for now.
I had a few goals before New York. I needed to test the limits of my healing, I had to test the limits of my teleportation, I had to test the limits of my own wings, just seeing limits and how to work around them. I didn't have as much time as I would hope breaking those limits, but establishing a baseline would be helpful.
Hideout worries needed to be decided by tomorrow at the latest, and as a bonus, maybe I could do some mind alteration with Squealer so she could keep herself imprisoned? Maybe if my teleport range is far enough, I could just visit her for a small while in the night and then go about my winter break trip?
Too many factors and not enough time.
A long, hot shower might be exactly what I need.
Home was close, and with it, a clearer mind.
-STD-
I don't know when it became routine to talk to Taylor on the phone at night, but I found myself talking to her after my shower.
"Taylor, please tell me you're fucking with me."
"I'm serious, every copy on VHS, up to the series finale."
I started laughing, Bet had the Power Rangers, and Taylor was the one of the few people out there with VHS tapes with Might Morphing. I couldn't believe it.
"Forget the crime dramas, next chance we get, we can watch that together."
"Next time? Eager to come over again?"
"Only if you're offering. Besides, you can't deny you enjoyed yourself last time."
She giggled at that, I liked hearing her giggle, "Maybe I was just humoring you. Using you for my own needs?"
"So you admit I fulfill your needs?"
"You're not half bad, I'll give you that."
I heard something go off in the background, a clock or something. After a moment it went off and she continued, "That's my cue, dad's gonna be home soon."
I was about to respond when my second phone went off, a message from Shadow Stalker. 'Cashing in that favor now, meet me.' followed by a location.
"It's alright, I have some work I need to take care of anyway," I say, already changing into the my costume, "Night Taylor!"
"Night Lucis!"
With that cheerful goodbye, she hung up.
"Fucking Shadow Stalker, why the hell are you burning a favor this early, I just gave it to you," I grumbled as I mentally pinged for her location and transformed.
I found it, and with motes of light signaling my arrival, I was next to her.
She jumped when she saw me, crossbow whirling to face me, arrow already flying. I caught the arrow before it struck me, even then, I had to respect her reflexes once again.
"You need to come with a bell," She said after realizing it was me, "Give me back my bolt."
I handed it to her, noting the sharp smell that entered my nose. It was...metallic,with a hint of sweetness? "Stalker, you just got this favor, the fuck ae you burning it for so early. And does it have to do with the blood I'm smelling?"
"We're gonna be working together a lot in the future, I'll get more favors later," she dismissed casually, "And it does, look behind you."
I turned and that's when I saw him, the Empire Eighty-Eight thug. Red cargo pants and a white tank top. His head was shaved, and his skin was emblazoned with racist imagery. Swastikas, confederate flags, the whole kit and caboodle. He was also beat up to all hell, his hand pinned into the wall behind him, and his other arm dangling uselessly to his side.
There was a strange itching in the back of my brain when I looked at him, but ignored it in favor of a whistle, "Got yourself a prime cut here Stalker. What's the occasion?"
She made a distorted disgusted sound, "Don't say it like that, you sound like a cannibal. And isn't it obvious? We're stress testing your healing."
My head went back and forth between Shadow Stalker and the knocked out Nazi. On one hand this was sadistic as fuck, and showed that Stalker wasn't really all there. She finds out I'm a healer and plots to fuck someone up so badly that I have to do it. No, it couldn't have happened to an better sap.
On the other hand, I had no room to judge her, I raped two of her friends and had plans to do the same to her. Besides, I was just thinking about testing my limits on healing, so this really was perfectly timed.
"Fuck it, why not. Thanks Shadow Stalker. I need him awake though, so you got anything for that?" I had spells for that, but it was better to hide as much as my arsenal as possible.
She reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a small container. She undid the top and put it under the man's nose. He snapped awake and before he started screaming, I put a hand over his face.
"Hey there," the words falling from my lips with ease, "My friend here injured you pretty badly, but lucky for you, I can heal you right up. For free. I won't even arrest you."
"Hey, wait a fucking min-"
"Shut it Stalker," and to my surprise she listed to me. I turned back to the injured man, "You better decide quick, I don't think I can bring people back from the dead."
He nodded quickly, and when I removed my hand, he didn't scream. I won't question it, little victories.
"Alright, I'm going to heal you and I'll need for you to tell me how you feel."
He nodded dumbly, and I started charging a healing spell into his impaled hand, the white light swirling around his arm. I held it back a bit, not wanting to risk the hand healing around the bolt. "Do you feel the pain in your hand when I do this?"
He shook his head, "No, it uh, feels fine."
Potential numbing effect while healing, that's good. Time to test it out fully.
Without warning him, I yanked out the bolt. He gave out a yelp of surprise, and as he cursed at me I shut him up, "Did you feel that at all?"
He pulled his hand down to his face, the magic fully healing his hand, not even a scar being left over. "Not a thing…" he was fascinated, as if he couldn't believe it.
"Alright, now let's work on that other arm." I said, the smile under my helmet unseen by both Shadow Stalker and the henchman.
-STD-
By the time I was finished the testing with the goon, he was feeling better than ever. Old aches and pains gone, injuries from Shadow Stalker non-existent, he felt like a new man. All things considered, he got his own happy ending.
"Thanks man! You know what, some of you capes are alright." He said, a smile on his face, his name I learned was Henry.
"No problem. Too bad you won't be remembering any of it."
"What?"
"Shadow Stalker?"
Faster than I thought, he was out like a light again. I healed him up, then put a slight memory alteration spell on him, the last hour or so he wouldn't remember. I hid him in the dumpster.
"Hold my hand, he'll be up in like five minutes."
She did so without any question, and we materialized on top of the roof of where we usually meet, and she turned to me the moment we landed.
I was expecting her to be furious at telling her what to do, instructing her, shutting her up, but instead she got closer to my face.
"That was great."
Huh?
"Huh?"
"The way you had in in the palm of your hand, had him scared the whole time. Like a lion looking down at a gazelle. You were terrifying there, like if you wanted to you'd let him die!"
I was confused but took the compliment in stride, "It was nothing special. Besides, you set it up for me. I always wanted to test the limits of what I could heal."
She nodded her head, "Yeah...I did, didn't I? We really do make a pretty good team."
We stared at each other for a while, the silence stretching out between the two of us. She put her hand on my chest, her padded fingers trailing line down my torso. I didn't want to say anything, not yet.
She suddenly pushed me away, and although I didn't fall, I did stumble back a bit.
I could hear her heavy breathing underneath her mask, it was shallow and distorted.
We didn't say anything, but I broke the silence. "Well, you used up your favor. But like you said, we're gonna be working together a lot in the future. You'll have a chance to earn more."
She simply looked at me before nodding her head. "Yeah," she started quietly before her voice became more level, "Yeah! Can't really work with anyone else anymore, so take responsibility." And in an odd case of our roles being reversed, she held her arm out towards me.
Shadow Stalker in these past few days have been annoyingly complicated for me, and I still can't be sure how I'll deal with all of her ugly parts. To be honest, I don't think she knew how to to deal with it either. Considering everything she did to Taylor, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for getting closer to Sophia.
Maybe I could help her resolve all that.
I took her hand, and we ended our meeting with a handshake.
-STD-
Instead of going home, I decided to try out flying for the first time.
Teleportation was nice, and according to Shadow Stalker, my own version of it was incredibly clean and didn't leave people feeling queasy, but I was planning to stretch my teleportation to it's absolute limits. If it drained as much of my magical stamina, mana or magicka or whatever it was called, I still needed something that would help me with traversing large distances.
My shirt and jacket were already folded up next to me on the roof, leaving me only in my gloves, helmet, boots and pants.
I always expected my perks would leave my demonic form more resistant to weather, but it was like I never took off my clothes in the first place. Was I internally temperature controlled as a demon?
Irrelevant, I had wings to test out. I felt them, an ache right above the middle of my back, and I admit it took me a while to find the right muscles to move before the ache started to grow.
The didn't emerge from my back in splendorous fashion, they tore out harshly, I could feel the bones and muscles forming, as a part of my brain that I didn't know I had started to pulse. It wasn't painful, but the deluge of information that entered my mind was overwhelming.
Just as soon as it started it ended, and I was left with wings on my back and information in my mind.
My wings were brought closer to my face with a flex of my muscles, and they weren't what I was expecting, not entirely.
I was prepared for red leathery things, with torn skin and smelling of fire and brimstone.
Although they were a bit leathery, but they were well put together, large, and not a single bit of torn skin. The black coloration of it wasn't surprising, but the slow tint to a light purple as it got closer to the edge of my wings was unexpected, but welcomed. It gave me a good splash of color among the black and white I usually wore.
I gave them an experimental wiggle, and they responded in kind. It felt like moving an arm, and it didn't feel like it had a delay. It was a part of me, and I wouldn't have any issues using it. But how would it feel in the air?
Only one way to find out.
I jumped off the roof of the building and gave a flap of my wings with all that I could.
Despite the control I usually have over my body, it was easy to forget how enhanced it actually was. My demonic form was one thing, but with a body formed by Hylia, I was already at another level entirely.
So when I flapped my wings, I was sent soaring in the air.
It was disorienting, and although I knew my body could take the speed with no problem, it was still a jarring experience, the world turning into a blur around me while I sped through it all.
When I reached my peak, it was high above the city, high enough that the cars, the city, and the lights in them were nothing more than specks of light. Most people would struggle to see anything in the night like this, but I was far from normal.
I could see the way skyscrapers gave way to smaller buildings, how markets turned to houses. Homes that were safe and evenly divided between citizens gave way to slums, lawns gave way to dark alleys and damaged streets. Lights on the sidewalk went from consistent to non—existent, and it made the city look like it was home to only a small percentage of the people, as opposed to all who lived there.
It made me mad, it made me sick, it made me feel small.
I didn't even notice the way I was hovering in midair as I stared across the city.
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