In the middle of a three-way

A/N: Alternate Chapter Title: Knights, Succubi, and Witches, Oh My!

As I touch down on solid ground(finally!), I instinctively on reflex ducked down as an honest to Gods spearhead, from what looked to have been broken from intense strain and excessive brute force(I know what that looks like, since I did something similar with baseball bats more than a few times during fights with some mafiaso mobsters in the past), came flying and spun right over me, right where the the space my head used to be just seconds before, and embedded itself firmly within the worn stone pillar just beside my arrival point.

That damn thing was sharp, and it's been broken and dulled from combat. I do not want to get stabbed with an intact one if I can avoid it. What's more, the tip seemed closer to a lance than a proper spear, since it was a wide and long blade with a hooking cross-blade acting similar to a hilt for a short-sword for a human, but would be like a dagger for something my size.

My Pro Gamer HUD manifested in my peripheral vision with several alerts, but I ignored it for now. Checking my stats can come later. Survival and assessing my current situation comes first. Okay, battlefield survey time. Checklist, start...

Immediately focusing from years of ingrained lessons and real-world combat experience, I entered my battle-mode mentality from old habits and deeply ingrained instincts from decades of being a surviving as a very successful vigilante, sweeper, and equalizer within the seedy underbelly of society's criminal underworld. Taking a quick gander around me, I find myself ducking behind the nearby pillar(the very one that same spearhead which nearly took my head off was lodged within) for cover and activating my stealth skill from my Assassin class as I notice three seemingly separate forces locked into what appears to be a violent skirmish.

Hello! It's Knights, Succubi, and Witches, oh my!

The corpse of one of them seems to be where the spearhead came from. Looks like they were a knight or soldier from what I assume is the knight's group(can't tell the gender and don't have the time right now to check. I later learned it was a female spear-woman's corpse who was actually with the witches. What a waste of potential, both combat and sex). Not anymore, though. The location around me appears to be an old, dilapidated castle, if the ruined hall and glimpse through the gaping holes in the walls are any indication. Giving my immediate vicinity a quick look to my surroundings as I check if the coast is clear for now, I decide to check my HUD real quick to see what my current options are...

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Pro Gamer HUD Cheat initialized.

System Finalized.

System Alert! Incomplete Data. Requesting User Input.

Please input your user name...

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Mentally shrugging, I decided on the name I had in my previous life and wished to keep in my new life as my stats update themselves to include it.

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Name: Raziel

Race: Revenant(Undead/Erosarkic Hybrid)

Monster Core: Inspiring

Size: Huge

Penis: Complete Package(Breeding, Mindbreak, Ryona)

Monster Powers: Status Ailments, Timefruit Juice, Elemental Infusion(Life, Death, Shadow)

Classes: Soul Knight[Tier II, Unique] Lvl 13, Temporal Reaver[Tier II, Hidden Unique] Lvl 12

Current Accumulated Class EXP: 0

Current Accumulated Evolution EXP: 0

HP: ---100%---

MP:---100%---

SP---N/A---

Strength: C++ Magic: C

Dexterity: B- Mana Capacity: A-

Endurance: A- Intelligence: C+

Vitality: B+ Wisdom: B+

Libido: A-

Perks: Infinite Stamina(Innate, Racial), Blessing of the Black Night, Carnation Conquest, Spooky Calcium, Complete Status Immunity, Accelerated Regeneration(Innate, Racial), Templar, Hero-like, Thick Skinned, Blessing of the God of Rape(Aphrodisiac, Innate), Beacon of Hope, Warmth(Toggleable),Elemental Immunity(Light, Dark)

Flaws: Wrathful(Lesser), Lustful(Moderate), Elemental Vulnerability(Fire-Minor), Kleptomaniac(Minor)

Skills: Grand Executioner(Initiate), All-Weapon Mastery(Expert), Vampiric Strike(Initiate), Unarmed Combat Proficiency(Adept), Temporal Reaver(Initiate, Unique), Fount of Vitality(Passive/Active, Toggleable), Morale Boost(Minor), God's Blow, Status Toxin Production(Initiate, Innate), Defensive Combat Arts(Adept, Innate)

Spells: Shadow Monarch's Crown(Initiate), Life Magic(Initiate), Death Magic(Initiate), Shadow Magic(Initiate), Immaculate Conception(Initiate), Soul Lock(Initiate, Unique), Intangible Shadow(Initiate, Unique), Mark of Submission, God's Eye, Human Polymorph, Abnormal Status Magic(Initiate)

Current Conditions: [Healthy]-[Aroused(Moderate)]

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...yep, that tracks and...huh, turns out that stats aren't numerical, but letter grades here. Levels exist, but they're apparently the collective total of a person's classes and maximum combat power at their current full potential. Not something you can reach even in the most ideal of circumstances, and they level up through meeting certain conditions after accumulating enough experience to do so, even evolving the said class in some cases. Useful information to know. Also, my Knight and Assassin classes both somehow became a UNIQUE variant? Checking those real quick and...yeah, I should have expected some of those synergies to occur in hindsight. But hey, I had cancer. It fucked up my shit real good, physically and mentally when it spread to parts of my brain before I croaked. The fact I retained as much of my mind as I had was a miracle in and of itself, now that I think of it.

I shake my head. No more distracting myself. Focus, dammit! Now onto the next window I've been ignoring...

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Quests currently Active:

Champion of the Dark(+)

The Secret of Runa Ruya's 'Redemption'(+)

Demon King of the Gray(+)

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Emergency Quest: The Three Way(+)

Optional Quest: An Angel's Fall(+)

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...huh. Looks Like this'll be helpful. There's a scroll-down option, but I'll click the bright red flashing 'Emergency Quest' one first. The bright red coloration, word 'emergency' and the fact it was blinking rapidly in my quest log was pretty telling how important it was to look at right the fuck now. Mentally clicking on the emergency quest, I pull up its description. This'll be the first one I'll be actively attempting to do for now, and I can't exactly avoid it without getting caught in the crossfire here, either...

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Emergency Quest: The Three Way(-)

You have been dropped into the middle of a three-way skirmish by the hypocritical angel Ariel due to 'his' interference in your reincarnation into Ruyanei. Find out who's who, what the situation is, and which group to aid or hinder. Do note that depending on the circumstances behind your actions, you may end up angering or even making enemies out of the faction or factions you hinder or help by your choices.

Objective I: Assess the three factions and their stances [O]

Objective II: Choose a group to assist [O]

Bonus Objective: Capture at least 5 enemy combatants alive [0/5]

Optional Objective: Manage to align with 2 of the 3 factions fighting [O]

Rewards: Class EXP, Evolution EXP, Information of your current location and the current affairs of the region, Increased REP with chosen faction(s), Decreased REP with opposed faction(s)

Bonus Rewards: EXP ???, ???, ???

Optional Rewards: EXP, ???, ???, ???

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...well this is pretty damn straightforward. Even an arrow wouldn't be this direct about what direction to take or actions to choose. Turning to stare at the three conflicting forces from behind my improvised cover, I start making note of any more specific details to help figure out just what the fuck Ariel dropped me into and which sides, if any, to take.

From a cursory scan, I can see three separate and obvious forces. The first is clearly a group of devils, that God's Eye reveals are all low-leveled lesser succubi, with little to no actual combat capabilities, and several of them are either dead or dying from fatal wounds by the other forces present. None of them are beyond single digits in level. Hell, none of them are even above Level 7, and that's the highest level one I can see trying to command what's left of her fellow succubi to fight and protect themselves. There are only about a dozen of them total, half of whom were still fighting, while the other half-dozen are lying across the battlefield in various states of injury, either dead or dying.

Focusing back on the succubus leader, I noticed she had fiery shoulder-length red hair and a human skin tone. From what I could tell, she had orange eyes that were currently glowering in frustrated anger at her attackers while a hint of worry shone behind the restrained temper. She wore a brown leather corset-like harness, bracers, and wraps around her body, legs, and arms, but little else. Her crotch was hidden behind a matching leather bikini bottom with a half-skirt covering her ass and strings from what looks like a thong peeking over the tops of her very skimpy choice for britches. Along both her forearms and thighs were leather bracers and wraps tied in an x-shaped crisscrossing pattern. Atop her head was a pair of horns bending upwards at an angle, similar to a bull, and her legs had hooves instead of feet, similar to a cross between a goat and a bull.

Her chest was ample, enough so that even my large hands would squeeze a handful, was showing a very daring cleavage that bared her toned belly, midriff, and dangerously close to flashing her pussy were it not for the previously mentioned bikini bottoms. Her long tail was sinuous and prehensile, lashing out and whipping anyone who got too close or tried to flank her from behind. In her hands she was dual-wielding a pair of simple steel daggers. I also noticed she was a higher tiered succubus compared to the otherwise all lesser succubi. And also unlike the other succubi, she had larger leathery bat-like wings with the skin a blood-red color that was almost as big as she was, each.

Using God's Eye on her, I take a look at her chances, though it merely confirms what I already suspected...

[Image Link for Character Inspiration Here: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/XG3g3]

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Name: Neralith

Race: Succubus[Tier II]

Classes: Succubus Matron Lvl 5, Dragon Rogue Lvl 1, Dragon-blooded Barbarian Lvl 1

HP:---94%---

MP:---69%---

SP:---53%---

Strength: D+ Magic: C

Dexterity: C- Mana Capacity: B-

Endurance: D- Intelligence: C

Vitality: C+ Wisdom: C+

Libido: S++

Perks: Sexual Feeding, Leadership, Devil Physiology, Dragon-Blooded, Increased Evolution EXP Gain

Flaws: Wrathful, Lustful, Hording Greed, Light Vulnerability, Reduced Class EXP Gain

Skills: Dagger Proficiency(Initiate), Venomous Strike, Leadership, Cooking

Spells: Mana Drain(Innate, Intermediate), Fire Magic(Innate, Adept), Toxin Magic(Initiate)

Current Emotions: Grieving Fury, Frustrated Anger, Venomous Rage, Concerned Worry, Lustful Hunger

Current Conditions: [Healthy]-[Injured(Minor)], [Fatigued(Moderate)], [Mana Exhaustion(Moderate)], [Aroused(Severe)]

Kinks: Marathon Sex, Huge Cocks, Maledom, Cock and Ball Worship, Large Cum Loads

Background: Neralith is a rarity among succubi, a Dragon-blood. The rare child born of a union between a Dragon and a Succubus, and having inherited the strengths of both, albeit in a reduced capacity. After the fall of the previous Demon King, countless intelligent Dark Races were forcibly scattered, and Neralith was among those displaced from her home. Her father was once a dragon under the former Demon King's lieutenant, and died alongside his superior trying and failing to stop the Hero's Party. Neralith, whose mother had already died during a previous skirmish years prior, took what surviving succubi children she could gather and fled with them, trying to seek safety from the inevitable chaos in demon territory.

She has become the matron of her newfound sisters, caring for them to the best of her abilities. However a month ago, her group ran a foul of a patrol of paladins from the Church of Marstole, and have been hunted by them ever since, relentless in their single-minded pursuit to eradicate them from the face of Ryuanei. While her dragon half grants her enough base strength to rapidly evolve her race enough to keep them distracted from her sisters, it is also crippling her personal growth and skill for her classes. Had she not had a fortuitous encounter with a gathering of witches from the Blood Covenant of the Ancients, they'd have been wiped out already, but they'll still and already have lost sisters. If not for the fact she hasn't been properly feeding while forced to look after her less powerful sisters, she'd be in a better shape to fight and defend them.

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...they are so royally fucked right now, and not in the good old fun way they typically enjoy. Apparently, Neralith's not just a leader, but a guardian and protector for her fellow succubi here. She looks like she could use a helping hand or two, so I discretely use Life and Shadow magic to infuse a construct with Immaculate Conception in the form of a small, barely noticeable cross between a daddy long leg spider, a wasp queen, and a tick, then mentally command it to carefully fly and latch onto Neralith to help heal and re-energize her flagging stamina. Noticing how effective it was once it reached her, I carefully created a few more to direct towards the other surviving succubi. That ought to buy thrm some time as I moved onto the next group.

The second group appears to be a heavily armed group composed of holy knights(paladins actually, thank you God's Eye), with an armored female cleric or two mixed in from a quick glance. The knights used spears(like the one that came dangerously close to skewering my head just moments ago, hence my earlier assumption of the dead spear-woman's affiliation), the classic sword and board, and the commander leading them seemed to brandish a great-sword almost as long as he was tall with a small buckler shield for parrying and counter-attacking physical strikes. The female armored clerics were brandishing maces or morning stars with a square buckler shield. God's Eye identified this group as part of the Church of Marstole, and these guys were apparently subordinates to Elmeria, the Saintess of the Hero's Party, and one of my targets. As for the armored clerics, they were apparently actually Battle Sisters, based on what Intel I gleamed from them(I shit you not, and after a double-take, confirmed they were actually warrior-clerics trained as battle nuns for the Saintess' martial branch of her church. I actually triple-checked to make sure I didn't misread that as I first thought I did).

Their group was also over twice the succubi's average level. At the lowest level. They also outnumbered the succubi by almost four times their number, even before the casualties on either side. Their leader was even over three times, nearly four times, most of their levels, at Level 23. Suffice to say, I did not like what I read in their emotions and kinks. These sick fucks did not deserve to be called knights...

As I was musing, I noticed the leader of these zealots was good. Not in morality, but in sheer skill. The man was parrying blows with his two-handed great-sword while his parrying buckler deflected any incoming physical blows away from his vitals and giving him only grazing scratches and very minor injuries. His armor was a form of half-plate mail designed in a layered scale fashion with studded and hardened leather over some metal chain to protect his joints. His hands were covered in metal-backed studded leather gloves while his forearms were encased in metal gauntlets matching his chest armor. He wore a bucket-shaped half-helm that covered the entire back of his noggin along with his crown and sides as well as his upper neck. As for his britches, he had what was clearly a studded hardened leather pants with some padding to prevent chaffing and matching scale-plate mail covering his thighs. His shins were enclosed within plated leg guards with steel-toed and metal-plated combat boots on his feet. His shoulders also had a feathered white cape hanging off them. His armor was seemingly composed of both steel and brass-looking metal parts.

I also noticed his great-sword was what I recalled was a strange mix between a nodachi-type katana, a claymore and a scimitar style of sword in design. The blade was wide and thick as a claymore usually is, but with a blade design with an inverted nodachi's triangular tip angled outward from the blade rather than curving inward instead of the usual pointed tip typical to a scimitar's traditional curved fang blade design. Its hilt seemed to be a widened flat ovaloid disk typical to katanas and its pommel was actually pointed and sharp, looking more like an arrowhead than a sword pommel. There were also some runes I noticed glowing on the blade every time he swung it, creating a shock-wave and boosting the damage output of his attacks' strikes(I immediately decided I wanted that sword for myself as a trophy. After I kill him, I'm claiming that blade as the first for my own personal collection of new weapons I'm going to restart here in Ruyanei. I had quite the collection of rare and exotic weapons in my former life and willed it to John when I died as an insurance policy in the event he ever came out of retirement. Again).

As for why the witches or Neralith weren't just blasting his ass straight to hell with attack magic? They were. It just didn't do jack shit. Any magic spells that came his way were simply washing over him like water from a duck's back, which means he was either using some form of anti-magic or had a magic tool or an enchantment on his equipment somewhere that rendered standard magic attacks useless against him. The physical magic attacks, like earth projectiles or crystal spikes(that got a mental brow raised in surprised respect from me. Major creativity points there) were either parried with his buckler and blade, or merely cut in twine with the two-handed sword as its enchantment blasted them and Neralith back, much to her frustration at being kept from close-quarters. Daggers are well and good for fast and precise strikes, but don't do much good if you can't get close enough to even use them. Might as well have been chocolate kettles for how useful they were for her right now.

As I took a closer gander at the stats for the leader of these bandits(as no, I refuse to call them knights or paladins from the kinds of sick shit God's Eye told me these depraved bastards were into. I thought Priests in Ruyanei wouldn't have Little Timmy's glued to their crotches like back on Earth. Apparently not, and that was the least disturbing shit these bastards were into. New life. New body. New world. Same old shit) in order to get a somewhat better grasp for the sitrep of this clusterfuck I got my ass dropped into...

[Image Link for Character Inspiration Here: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/363665738658665821/]

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Name: Knight-Captain Xalder Halfblood

Race: Half-Elf

Classes: Paladin[Tier II] Lvl 10, Mage[Tier I], Lvl 3, Weapon Master[Tier II] Lvl 10

HP:---99%---

MP:---83%---

SP:---71%---

Strength: A+ Magic: C

Dexterity: B- Mana Capacity: D-

Endurance: B- Intelligence: C

Vitality: C++ Wisdom: D

Libido: C+

Perks: Elfin Blood(Lesser), Warcaster, Iron Fortress, Leadership

Flaws: Reduced Fertility, Sadist, Cold-blooded Bastard, Shallow Bitch, Magically Stunted

Skills: Great-sword Mastery(Expert), Combat Enchantment(Initiate), Runic Engraving(Initiate), Shield Tactics(Expert)

Spells: Force Magic(Adept), Healing Magic(Basic), Rune Magic(Initiate), Rage(Adept), Spirit Attunement(Serpent, Shark)

Current Emotions: Excited Craving, Thrilled Ecstasy, Sadistic Glee, Morbid Desire

Current Conditions: [Healthy]-[Injured(Minor)], [Battle High(Moderate)], [Spiritually Aligned(Shark)]

Kinks: Sadism, Torture, Amputee Sex, Rape, Necrophilia, Breaking his victims before driving them to despair then killing them

Background: Xalder is a half-blood born of a forced union when a barbarian bandit raped an elf woman, resulting in a forced pregnancy with an unwanted child. Due to his circumstance of birth, he is both stronger and weaker than a pure human or elf due to his half-blood status. He is stronger than humans physically thanks to his elf half and barbarian blood, but weaker magically due to his human half, and his magical talent was also permanently stunted as a result of his mother's numerous failed attempts to have an abortion while pregnant with him. When he was born, he was abandoned by her within the human nation of Mavenia Kingdom and was forced to live in the slums where he wound up joining a local gang, which later became a branch for a rising criminal cartel and rose up to become a prominent enforcer of its depraved services-drugs, sex slavery, illegal prostitution, assassinations, even human trafficking. These ne'er-do-wells have connections with key figures of influence in various places throughout Ruyanei to keep their 'merchandise' available to anyone who wishes to purchase it, has the coin for it, and no scruples or morals to speak of in getting what they desire.

When this cartel set up shop within Mavenia's borders, they infiltrated the Church of Marstole and placed several members in key positions of authority, Xalder in particular thriving and rising to the rank of Knight-Captain within their Paladins officers, and often carried out some rather morally questionable and often outright illegal acts on the Cartel's orders using his position within the Church as a cover for his actual criminal occupation as one of its top enforcers. He is currently pursuing a group of succubi under orders from the Church, and has plans to rape. torture, and kill them. Not necessarily in that order. His direct superiors are completely unaware of his true criminal affiliations, much less the fact he's been an inside agent to them from the very beginning of enlisting with the Church of Martsole's Paladins, despite having a fondness and reputation for receiving 'gifts' among the cartel's usual circles and being public knowledge alike.

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...fucking Seven Bloody Hells, why is there always a fucking cartel doing some shit like this somewhere in the world? Now I see why the Sisters brought me here in particular. I'm literally an old hand at dealing with this shit. I literally died of cancer after successfully spending over fifty years systematically hunting down and dismantling organized crime families and cartel gangs just like this. The fact the Light has been compromised like this is proof positive just how badly they've royally fucked things up. Time for a little intervention.

Just like with Neralith, I conjured other constructs with Immaculate Conception, only these ones were infused with Death magic instead of Life magic. The goal for these ones isn't to kill Xalder and his subordinates, but to deprive their magical advantage by draining their strength as well as force him to expend his very shit-small mana pool. Magically Stunted, indeed. From what the flaw's description states, it actually halves his magic stats growth rate and caps them at C rank. ALL of them. No wonder the guy became a combat enchanter; it's literally the only way for him to actually advance in rank while utilizing the bare minimum of his meager magic in combat by engraving the enchantments into his gear to use the ambient mana from the environment to power it. A quick examination with God's Eye even shows the guy even somehow found a way to enchant them to absorb enemy spells to power them, though that only applies to purely magic attacks without a physical medium, such as earth or crystal magic.

Despite his flaws, man was a fucking genius. Still gonna kill him and take his shit, though. I am a minor kleptomaniac after all.

Needless to say, me wants it!

As for the last group of combatants in this very violent menage-a-trois, they appeared to be witches. They were all women, wore some rather skimpy witches robes, some with bits of armor(both leather and metal, granting equal parts protection and mobility. A sound tactical decision, I mentally praised), and showed a varied mix of inhuman features. Some of them had slightly transparent or even glowing patches of skin, glowing eyes, or long, thin, pointed, elfin ears, like a sharp and thin razor blade with their lengths. God's Eye showed they were called the 'Blood Covenant of the Ancients', and were the mixed-blood descendants of the ancient Spirit race from the Light race options Ariel offered and humans. A neutral 'faction' in the Light vs. Dark war who refused to side one way or the other. Their leader was also the one who showed the greatest mix of these inhuman and human features, and was a dual-classed Level 11 Rune Witch and Level 2 Battle Mage, making her a Level 13 combat power. And she was fucking pissed if the murderous glare she's directing at the paladin leader was anything to go by.

They were also the ones kicking these knights asses five times to Sunday and actually assisting the succubi in defending themselves, clearly an alliance born of convenience and necessity, given how they were both being attacked with blatant malicious intent by these 'knights'. And I was starting to get the sneaking impression I was going to be making an enemy out of Elmeria by pissing her off long before I even had the chance to fix her fucked up situation that was the Light's 'blessing' of the Hero's Party...

As for the leader of the covenant herself, she actually wore an all black outfit that was more akin to a sheer negligee type of lingerie than proper armor or robes. Atop her head of bright pink-purple hair she wore a small witch hat with a silver crescent moon accessory on the brim where the ribbon was tied. Her eyes were the same shade and seemed to glow with her magic. She wore a very revealing corset/leotard hybrid, a bikini-style thong that barely covered her pussy with an obvious cameltoe visible through the fabric, and a pair of thigh-high stockings that were connected with what looked to be high-heeled combat shoes. A very delicious amount of pale skin from her bare thighs were exposed between her thong and thigh-highs, along with a dangerous amount of her cleavage. Her face was a strange mix of elfin and cat-like, and unlike most of her fellow coven sisters, didn't have pointed ears.

She was also wielding a wand that's glowing with magic of the same pink-purple as her eyes and hair. She seemed to be flushing from exertion and...oh shit! Did she just dropped a fucking small hill sized pink crystal on Xalder?! And the cheeky bastard just cleaved the damn thing in two without breaking his stride at the fuck all. She's no slouch and not to be dismissed for anything. God's Eye, right now. That woman is fucking terrifying...

[Image Link for Character Inspiration Here: https://www.deviantart.com/harmoniousrose/art/Sexy-witch-988948105]

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Name: Selene Nightbloom

Race: Spirit-Blooded Human

Classes: Rune Witch[Tier II] Lvl 11, Battle Mage[Tier I] Lvl 2

HP:---89%---

MP:---63%---

SP:---81%---

Strength: C Magic: S

Dexterity: D+ Mana Capacity: A-

Endurance: D- Intelligence: B

Vitality: B- Wisdom: B

Libido: A-

Perks: Ancient Child(Lesser), Mana Fount, Leadership, Warcasting, Chant Discard

Flaws: Vindictive, Highly Emotional(Minor), Tantric Regeneration(Mana), Infertility(Barren)

Skills: Chantless Casting(Passive, Innate), Blunt Weapon Proficiency(Initiate), Magic Parrying, Hybrid Magic

Spells: Crystal Magic(Adept, Hybrid), Earth Magic(Adept), Lightning Magic(Adept), Eromancy(Expert), Runic Magic(Adept)

Current Emotions: Murderous Rage(Focused, Directed), Grieving Wrath, Protective Fury, Annoyed Irritation, Aroused Exhaustion(Moderate-Mana)

Current Conditions: [Healthy]-[Injured(Minor)], [Mana Fatigue(Moderate)], [Fatigue(Minor)]

Kinks: Bisexual, Orgies, Cum Inflation, Harem Sex

Background: Selene is the current leader for this branch of the Blood Covenant of the Ancients, an all-female coven of witches who are part of the Neutral Faction in the Light versus Dark war. Their members are all born with the blood of Ancient Spirits flowing through their veins and are the descendants of human-spirit couplings from ancient times. When Selene was young, she was diagnosed with a crippling condition despite her high magical affinity: she is completely incapable of generating mana on her own and is forced to perform tantric sex rituals through Eromancy as a necessity for survival just to recoup whatever mana she expends. Despite this seeming handicap, however, her coven sisters still treat and look up to her for guidance and leadership as one of the strongest rising talents of their generation, even willing to seek her out to join in on her mana recharging rituals. An eagerness she is more than happy and willing to entertain.

When their main branch received an oracle in the form of a prophesy foretelling the disruption of balance between the Light and the Dark, they sent Selene and her branch of coven sisters to the location foretold to be where they would find the champion to restore the balance. However, not long after setting up their camp to await the champion's arrival, a group of displaced succubi fleeing paladins of Marstole sought refuge and begged for help, with the paladins themselves not caring for the fact Selene and her followers are neutral, and thus joined the succubi in their defense when the paladin captain dishonorably attacked and struck down her lesbian lover, Serenity, in an unprovoked attack, enraging Selene and making their entire coven take up arms to gladly avenge their fallen vice-leader.

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...and I'll smash dat ass.

Banishing mah horny thoughts for now, I take in and consider the new Intel this gave me. A prophesy? Foretelling the one to restore the balance between Light and Dark? And it just happened to say this champion would appear at this location? Right as I was finally getting here? Something's rotten in Denmark, and it ain't me. Also...

No wonder Selene is fucking pissed. Xalder, you done fucked up royally on this one. Bad enough you stupidly attacked and made enemies with a neutral faction, but to do so by murdering their leader's lover? Are you trying to die a very painful death? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. You killed her lover. Your ass is grass. Though something about what I just read gave me pause...murdered lesbian lover?

I turned towards the dead soldier I noticed earlier with God's Eye and...yep, that was Serenity. Her still-warm corpse anyway. And hello?~

[Image for Character Inspiration link: https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/289/331/large/tae-kwon-kim-a-rang-tae-kwon-kim-a-rang-lld.jpg?1459818780]

I could sense and perceive a warped shadow emanating from her corpse right now, as something I couldn't feel before had suddenly drawn my attention to it. I realized my Death magic was reacting to her corpse and my Shadow magic was revealing what I could sense but not see until now, making my eyes widen at the realization. Serenity's soul...it was still there! It was clinging to her body and wanting desperately to kill Xalder, but she was no mage, never mind a necromancer. She couldn't do it herself, but maybe-

While analyzing and processing this new Intel, I suddenly had to roll out of the way as one of the battle nuns spotted me and launched a devastatingly explosive fireball right where I had been hiding, glaring murderously at me and brandishing her mace! Shit.

And to add insult to injury, thanks to my minor vulnerability to fire from my racial traits, not only was I burnt significantly, but that damned spearhead I dodged earlier had now lodged itself right in my ass. Though the burns were only second degree(Thank the Sisters for that small mercy), it still fucking hurt like an utter bitch. And Fuuucck, I was right. I really didn't want to be stabbed with that damn thing. Double Shit.

"Foul Monster of the Dark! Face the justice of the Light's judgement!" She scowled at me as I simply looked at her in a rather irritated manner by her pretentious attitude. I reached down and yanked the broken spearhead from my left ass cheek, not even flinching, then letting my regeneration heal the damage while channeling some Life magic through my wounds as I used God's Eye to check this woman as I responded by dropping into a combat stance, gripping the improvised dragged in a reverse grip that got her to raise a brow at my stance.

"You attacked me first, unprovoked, with clear lethal force, and dare speak of justice to my face?" I scoffed, getting a deepened scowl from her in response. She was clearly a dark elf, just like Elmeria, with a head of soft, spiky platinum blonde locks cut short at the sides of her head but with bangs framing her face and a loosely tied ponytail reaching her ass. She bore a pair of icy blue eyes, and refined and regal-looking facial features with pale lavender lipstick painted upon her seductive lips. She was also very clearly stacked as hell, with large DD cup breasts, her slim body thinning into a waspish waist, before thickening back out into wide, child-bearing hips. Her thighs were thick yet toned, and she wore a pair of high-heeled combat boots with metal plating over the toes and extending up to the knees with leather protecting the joints and glimpses of chain mail where the leather wasn't. Unlike the other battle nuns, she didn't wield a shield on her off-hand, but a short-sword that seemed to radiate flames and light magic.

At her hips she also carried a bullwhip that was currently rolled up and holstered with a pair of holsters carrying what looked like potions or bombs in dual bandoleers wrapped around the outside of both her thick thighs. I could also see what looked like a crossbow folded up on her back with a quiver of bolts. All in all, she was basically a sexy dark elf battle nun carrying a small arsenal and throwing around magic strong enough to be a legitimate threat.

Narrowing my gaze at her as she did the same in mutual observation, I assessed my current situation. I was currently butt-ass naked. Injured but regenerating, with only my spike-tipped tentacles, bone claws, and a makeshift dagger for fighting back physically, as well as my Knight and Assassin class skills. My magic skills and spells were untrained and untested, as Life magic was better suited for healing than harming(though it could also be, but killing her isn't my goal right now, but capture). Death magic was the opposite, but also out. I don't know the full extent of its capabilities yet, and don't want to fuck up if I can avoid it here. Shadow magic is currently my best bet...but just like my other magic it's unknown as to what extent its applications apply outside of stealth.

So be it, my old and ingrained physical style of combat it is, with a few new tricks I can try as I fight her. Glancing around without taking my eyes off my opponent, I internally grimaced as the situation degraded for the succubi and their coven allies. Time to openly test Immaculate Conception and see about reinforcing these potential allies to my plans. Channeling Shadow Element as I did so, I manifested a bunch of simulacrums of myself and mentally commanded them to aid and protect the succubi and Witches, even if it killed them. They moved without even a word to carry out my orders, causing the battle nun in front of me to raise her guard as her eyes widened from the ten constructs going over to harass her comrades.

After finishing my self-appraisal of my current situation and options, I fully turned my focus to my opponent's potential capabilities. While my opponent is fully armed and armored, carrying a small armory's worth of weapons, and can use magic of one of the few weaknesses any could exploit against me, I decided to glean whatever info I could milk from her as I gazed at her stats with God's Eye...

[Image used to base Character's Inspiration: https://www.deviantart.com/onagiart/art/Potionaholic-Onagi-collab-812735359]

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Name: Ophelia Silverheart

Race: Dark Elf

Classes: Battle Sister[Tier II] Lvl 10, Spellblade[Tier I] Lvl 3, Alchemist[Tier I] Lvl 2

HP: ---100%----

MP: ---89%---

SP:---73%---

Strength: B- Magic: B+

Dexterity: C- Mana Capacity: A-

Endurance: C- Intelligence: B-

Vitality: C+ Wisdom: C+

Libido: A++

Perks: Elvish Blooded, Warcaster, Primal Might, Bestially Attuned(Innate, Bloodline)

Flaws: Prideful, Lustful, Low Fertility

Skills: Alchemy(Initiate), Weapon Mastery(Expert), Enchanting(Initiate), Dual Casting(Initiate)

Spells: Fire Magic(Adept), Ice Magic(Adept), Lightning Magic(Initiate), Healing Magic(Expert), Light Magic(Expert)

Current Emotions: Grudging Respect, Reluctant Approval, Ashamed Arousal, Horny Irritation

Current Conditions: [Healthy]-[Horny(Intermediate)],[Fatigued(Minor)]

Kinks: Strong Men, Big Cocks, Huge Cum Loads, Impregnation, Submission, Instant Loss

Background: Ophelia is the last living member of the Dark Elven Nobility's House Silverheart, A fallen noble house of accomplished mage-warriors and beast tamers who suffered a series of attacks from rivals who sought their downfall through political intrigue, stealing their lands, properties, and secrets while leaving it's sole surviving heiress both penniless and orphaned with no home to shelter within and enemies on all sides. Ophelia was forced to leave her family's ancestral lands with only the clothes on her back when she had been forced into seeking the Church of Marstole's care as a child. After her talent for combat and magic was discovered, she was trained as a Battle Sister for its militant arm, quickly rising through the ranks to become the second in command for her current platoon, though even she acknowledges and disdains their arrogance and corruption, but is in no position to do anything about it currently, as much as her family's honor wishes she could.

Both her desire to restore her fallen noble house to grace and her childhood under the teachings of the Goddess of Motherhood and Family, Marstole, combined with her warrior's pride, led to her developing a fetish for Strong Men capable of defeating her in combat and taking her as their woman to deflower and impregnate, but she has yet to lose to any male opponent seeking to court her, much to her building frustrations and years of pent up lust as a sex-starved virgin with no viable outlet to properly relieve her growing libido. Not the least of which is helped as a result of her bloodline's side-effects causing a heat-like arousal similar to the very beasts her family fought alongside and even mimicked the capabilities of.

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Mentally raising my opinion of Ophelia in front of me, I realize she didn't just look noble. She was a noble, even if a fallen one. Apparently, according to God's Eye, Battle Sister is a rare evolved specialization of the Priest class exclusively for those who spent years serving the militant arms of a God's church only available upon reaching Priest Lvl 10 and meeting a few conditions that make them combat and support specialists in battle. Including the fact it's a gender-restricted class exclusive to female Priests only. And from the estimated forty or fifty Church soldiers I can see here, only three of them were Battle Sisters, despite the fact there were fifteen women total among their forces. That in and of itself speaks volumes about the difficulty in unlocking that specific class evolution, even with the conditions met.

As Ophelia adjusts her grip on her mace and short-sword while prepping her stance for a CQC battle, I decide to do something I've only ever done for the rare few opponents that gained my respect through both their personal honor and strength, despite the fact I more often than not had to leave them for dead and bleeding out from their wounds because of being on my enemy's side while not being crooked like their bosses were.

"Raziel."

One word as I prepped for lunging into close-up combat, my Shadow magic thrumming beneath my skin as I prepared to enhance my bone claws with it, the shadows themselves writhing around me, waiting for my command...

"...Ophelia Silverheart."

Her eyes widened slightly at my one-word introduction and understanding of what I intended as a slight smirk of surprise with a trace of approval graced her lush lavender lips. After all, between warriors, there was no need for words or explanations to justify their actions...

We stood staring the other down before off to the other side of the hall, Selene slammed another crystal boulder onto Xalder in a failed attempt to kill him, serving as a signal between the two of us to start...

I lunged...

Ophelia dashed forward...

...in an honorable duel between two veterans of countless Life and Death battles...

...and her flame-enhanced short-sword sparked against my shadow enhanced blade as I deflected her mace with my bone claws before lashing with my bone-spiked tentacle whipping from the same off hand before retracting as Ophelia tried to severe it in retaliation, then we clashed again and again, and an eager, hungry pair of matching smiles began to slowly bloom upon both our faces, mirroring the emotions welling within both our hearts.

...the joy of a worthy opponent and the thrill of a good fight after so long making us both enjoy this encounter more than either of us planned or ever intended to...