In silence he walks where mortals kneel
A shadow crowned in god-forged power.
Sent by Hades, crowned in darkness,
To conquer land and hearts, to carve a name.
No light will guide, no prayer will save--
The messenger comes from beyond the grave.
Fate will change, temples and church will fall,
All shall kneel where his footsteps fall.
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"Hahh… hahh… hahhh…"
Roger's breath harsh, broken gasps as he slumped against the trunk of a towering tree, its massive branches casting shadows over him. The forest around him had gone still..too still. Each heaving breath scraped against his throat, his legs barely able to hold him up, his face bloodless with sheer terror.
His teacher had just been torn in half.
Not slain. Not cut down honorably in combat.
Ripped apart.
The image burned behind his eyelids—those claws slicing through John's body like paper, the explosive spray of blood, the scream that had been snatched away before it could even leave his lips. Roger clamped a trembling hand over his mouth, choking back a sob. Sweat, cold and clammy, soaked his worn leather armor, gluing it to his skin.
"Grrrrhhhkkk… kkrrhhhggghh…"
The revolting sounds of something gnawing, tearing, feasting—just beyond the trees—made him want to crawl into the roots of the earth and vanish. Every instinct screamed at him to run. But his body refused. He couldn't even move. Could barely breathe.
Whatever that thing was… it wasn't natural. It wasn't a beast.
It was something else.
John had been a fifth-level swordsman—strong enough to earn a noble title in the Imperial Capital. A man who'd trained Roger since he could hold a sword. A mentor. A father in all but blood. Together, they'd hunted monsters, crossed wastelands and wildlands.
And yet that creature had torn him to pieces in seconds.
Roger was seventeen, not a child. He had seen blood. Fought monsters. Trained since the age of six under John's merciless discipline. He'd reached the third level of swordsmanship and could hold his own against most threats.
But this?
This thing made every ounce of fight in him shrivel and die. He hadn't even had the will to draw his blade. Only to run.
He hadn't even begun to grieve. There was no space for grief—only paralyzing dread. The man who had raised him, protected him, stood beside him every step of the way... gone. Consumed. And Roger had done nothing but run and pray.
Damn it... I told you not to come to this cursed place! But no, you just had to drag me here!
The words screamed inside his mind, but he didn't dare whisper them aloud.
Two days ago, they'd been planning their next hunt. Roger had suggested something simple: the icy shores of the Magma River. Ice Beasts, low-grade crystals, decent money. Safe. Predictable. Far from danger. But John—stubborn, reckless John..had insisted on Ravenfall Forest.
"Higher risk, higher reward," he'd said.
They'd fought about it. Loudly. Roger hadn't spoken to him for hours afterward.
Ravenfall had looked like a dream—lush, endless green, wildflowers in bloom, vibrant exotic fruits, clear streams through moss-covered rocks. But it was a lie. A beautiful lie.
One of Nirn's infamous "Places of No Return."
It earned the name honestly. No one came back.
Generations of warriors—dragon-slayers, conquerors, legendary adventurers—had stepped into Ravenfall. None had returned. Most never made it past the edge. They were devoured before they had the chance to scream.
Too late now to curse John for it.
Roger held his breath, straining to hear beyond the trees. The sounds of chewing and cracking bone were fading, slowly swallowed by the quiet. He exhaled shakily, inching out from behind the tree, his mind finally able to think of escape.
They hadn't gone deep into the forest—he was sure of that. If he started moving now, he could reach the edge by nightfall. He might..just might..make it out alive.
He turned to get his bearings...and nearly wet himself.
It was there.
Not ten steps away, motionless and massive. Towering like a nightmare from the deepest abyss. Nearly four meters tall, the creature's form seemed to blot out the light. Its face was a vertical slit lined with rows upon rows of teeth, like a monstrous Venus flytrap. Blood still dripped from its claws—John's blood. Its long tail swayed lazily behind it, brushing leaves aside like an afterthought.
"D-Don't eat me… please… I-I don't want to die…"
Roger collapsed to his knees, hands over his face, curling in on himself like a terrified child. On the continent of Nirn, there may have been no warrior more afraid of death than Roger in that moment.
He didn't even try to fight.
Instead, memories spilled forth in a flood—his first brothel visit with John when he was twelve, awkward and flushed with excitement. Sharing drinks with fellow adventurers in bustling taverns. Pulling a magic crystal from a still-warm beast. The joy of holding a brand-new sword for the first time.
Is this what they mean by "life flashing before your eyes?"
Old John, you bastard... you dragged me here to die. If there's an afterlife, I swear I'm going to find you and beat your ass!
Roger shut his eyes, stretched out his neck, and waited.
And waited.
Seconds passed. Then a full minute.
Nothing.
Cautiously, he peeked between his fingers.
The creature hadn't moved.
It was still watching him. Unmoving. Unreadable. Not hostile. Not friendly. Just... watching.
Slowly, Roger rose to his feet, heart pounding so hard it hurt. His knees threatened to buckle, but he stood anyway.
The monster shifted.
Roger flinched, ready to bolt—but something felt wrong.
It wasn't attacking.
It was... changing.
The black mass of its body began to ripple, its form twisting like thick, molten tar. Limbs wobbled and compressed. Bones seemed to vanish, sucked inward with grotesque squelching sounds. The beast reshaped itself, collapsing into a single pulsing black orb.
Then—
Boom!
The sphere exploded in a blast of viscous black slime, thick and reeking. The air filled with the stench of rot and sulfur. Even from a distance, Roger felt the muck splatter against his face—warm and wet.
"Huh?" Roger frowned in confusion. The black mucus did not emit a foul smell or a bloody smell, but rather a strong, obscene smell. Roger was very familiar with this smell. It was this smell when he licked the pussy of a prostitute named Saron in Maple Leaf Town two days ago.
"Come here, boy." A charming call came into his ears. The sound like a gasp made Roger's blood boil. He looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a naked woman standing there where the black ball had just exploded.
No, or rather, a female demon.
A pair of long red horns rising into the sky, a pair of blood-red pupils, long silver hair, and a face of incomparable beauty, a pair of exaggeratedly large breasts, and big firm buttocks, and her pussy hide behind a small bush, a slender and constantly swaying tail and a pair of pitch-black demonic wings.
Succubus.
Roger once heard an adventurer describe the appearance of a succubus, and it was exactly the same as the one before him. This kind of monster, which represents the utmost lust and evil, usually only appears in the high-level hells. Roger did not expect to see it on the continent of Nirn. Influenced by her beautiful appearance and lewd aura, he lost his mind for a moment and could not help but follow her call, walking towards her step by step.
"You want..." The succubus's body was filled with the smell of lust. When she saw Roger approaching her, she suddenly stretched out her right hand, reached into Roger's pants, grabbed Roger's lower body, and gently stroked the hot cock, saying in a charming voice: "What do you want to do to me?"
Roger swallowed his saliva. Unable to speak due her aura, he could only nod his head desperately.
"Hehe..." The succubus smiled, and that smile was so beautiful that it was truly enchanting. Suddenly she pulled down Roger's pants, and with a "swish", Roger's pants fell to his knees. She squatted down, took Roger's cock into her mouth, and began to suck and lick it.
"Oh... My Holy Father! Oh my God..." Roger almost fainted because of the beauty. He started visiting prostitutes at the age of twelve, and he had sleep with at least a dozen women every year with John, but no woman had ever made him feel so good. His sexual ability is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and it is no problem for him to have sex with two or three women in one night. But in front of this succubus, he actually ejaculated before she had even blew him for a minute. The thick white semen filled the beautiful succubus' mouth, and her charming facial features and expression made her look even more lewd.
"Haha... now it's your turn..." The succubus spit out Roger's cock and stood up from the ground. Seeing Roger slumped on the ground with pleasure, she couldn't help but feel playful and stood up and presented her vagina to Roger.
The skin of the demons is bluish, so what Roger saw under the desolate grass was a light blue abalone. He reached out and pried open the abalone, revealing the soft pink flesh inside, from which gray-brown vaginal fluid was still flowing out.
"Ahh..." The succubus screamed, arousing Roger's desire again.
On impulse, Roger grabbed the succubus's buttocks with both hands, stuck out his tongue and licked her vulva fiercely. Then the tongue, like a small cock, suddenly drilled into the succubus's vagina. The greyish liquid is like a nectar. But Roger felt that it was like a heavenly rain, so delicious that it was intoxicating. He only hated that his tongue couldn't grow longer so that it could penetrate deeper into the succubus's vagina.
"Oh...oh...ah...your tongue is so good! Ah..." the succubus screamed passionately and pressed her lustful vagina hard against Roger's face. Keep brushing back and forth.
"Agghn!" The passionate moan seemed to ignite something. Roger suddenly pushed the succubus down like a wild beast, turned over and pressed on her. One hand vigorously rubbed her big breasts, and with the other hand held his cock, which had already been as hard as a steel sword, and pressed it against the succubus's vagina.
"Come, fuck me... fuck me... come in quickly..." the succubus shouted loudly, her voice sharp and piercing.
Roger, who had lost his mind, suddenly raised his hips and pushed forward, and the entire penis pushed in. The big cock that he was so proud of, the one that made countless prostitutes dream about it and scream in ecstasy, suddenly hit the soft flesh at the end. The succubus suddenly howled, it was an extremely happy and beautiful howl.
"It feels so good... hurry up... hurry up... it feels so good! Fuck me hard... fuck me ..." As the cock twitched, the magic fluid in the succubus's body kept flowing like a flood breaking through a dam, and the gray-brown liquid immediately flowed all over the ground. She kept twisting her hips to please Roger, pinching her other breast with her left hand, touching the fleshy bud on her vagina with her right hand, and her legs tightly wrapped around Roger, enjoying it to the fullest.
Roger was so excited that he couldn't help but raise his hand and slap the succubus. With a "snap" sound, five finger marks were left on her pale blue butt. He panted and said, "Fuck, bitch, do you enjoy it when I fuck you?"
"It feels so good... so good..." The severe pain made the succubus even more excited. She smiled seductively and screamed even louder. "Fuck me harder!"
"Huh... Huh... Huh..." Roger used more and more force. His big cock was like a hammer hitting a cast iron sword, constantly pounding into the succubus's secret passage, squeezing out waves of her vaginal liquid.
Suddenly, Roger felt a numbness in his waist. He knew he had reached his limit, so he pushed hard and his big cock penetrated the deepest part of the succubus, where he started to ejaculate. The thick white liquid poured into the succubus's womb in large quantities.
"Ah! Ah!" The succubus's body trembled suddenly when she was poured with this semen. Her vagina contracted and waves of vaginal fluid spurted out. If it weren't for Roger's penis blocking it, it would have sprayed out so high that no one knew how high it would have gone.
After pulling out his penis from the succubus's vagina and watching the milky white liquid slowly flowing out of her vagina, Roger lay on his back contentedly on the ground, breathing heavily.
"This is so fucking awesome!" Roger sighed. He felt like all the times he had fucked these past few years were in vain. After fucking this succubus, if he were asked to fuck those prostitutes with mediocre looks again, he would not be able to do it. Thinking of this, Roger couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
Before he could catch his breath, he suddenly felt a body coming towards him. Roger looked down and saw it was a succubus.
Her wings drooped, and her full breasts were flattened against his chest. Her delicate nipples scraped his skin, and her vagina, which was filled with his fluid, rubbed against his thighs. Waves of sticky feeling came from under his feet.
Leaning over, the succubus placed her mouth next to Roger's ear and whispered coquettishly:
"I want to..."