Trying to psych myself up to commit a cri was a bit... telling of what kind of person I was, I imagine, but still... knowing that it should be super easy but not knowing if I could actually bring myself to make it happen without looking suspicious was eating at a little.
All I needed to do was just touch the damn thing, but the longer I hesitated the worse it got inside of my mind; were the monks looking at and waiting for to steal this necklace, was I about to end up in a fight far before I was ready..?
Each second had my heart hamring inside of my chest, and every second that I hesitated was another second for to get caught, so I tried to push through this and just... do it, but of course things never go the way you want them to.
For it just went the absolute worst way I could think since the mont I reached for the necklace a hand landed on my shoulder, making jump out of my skin as I spun around and prepared to utter so idiotic excuse.
That was imdiately stifled as I ca face to face with the one person I didn’t want to see just yet - because if I was simping over Hecate then I was definitely not prepared for this futanari - thanks to her sheer... everything really.
The first thing that I saw that let know who had just grabbed were the mismatched erald and ruby eyes that were filled with amusent, followed imdiately by the unique hairstyle that had always intrigued .
One half of her head was shaved to make way for the runic tattoo that crept up from her neck, while the other half cascaded down her face in a pitch black waterfall; her pale skin almost glimred even in the low light while her elaborate black and red robe contrasted the rest of the monks by a lot.
Where they gave up their individuality to beco nothing more than just a ’monk’ who bore the weight of their own sins, the futanari looking down at embodied each and every single sin as best she could.
The opulent robe, haughty look, the sowhat cloying scent of perfu... she took all of the deadly sins and acted upon them, because... that was her job, her purpose.
She was what was simply known as the ’Sinner’, responsible for maintaining a balance against ’evil’ by becoming the very things she was fighting against; lesser known amongst the populace at large but whispered about by everyone with any semblance of power, she was a maelstrom of everything ’wrong’ with the world.
Because of that she was the greatest weapon the city of Mythia had against the forces of genuine evil; not the people going to war for territory or resources, not the monsters that acted on instinct, but instead for the demons and fiends that feasted on emotion.
Things that I was going to do everything in my power to avoid because even in the ga they were ’run ending’ encounters, changing everything about the world upon eting them and forcing you down a new set of paths paved with terrible, horrific things.
I wanted to avoid the monsters with every fiber of my being, but I NEEDED to avoid the demons and fiends with every single spark left within my reincarnated soul; they were rare, never seen creatures that I shouldn’t have to worry about for a long, long ti now, but they existed.
And this futanari was the one who always ca to your aid to help whenever you encountered; more specifically she ca to fulfill her duty and nothing more, but it was that first encounter that I had had with her that sparked sothing deep inside of .
She was gorgeous - practically sculpted by the Goddesses to be this arrogantly handso futanari that was above everyone else - and insanely strong, cocky and knowledgeable, absolutely incredible to have on your team...
But she was also volatile, crazy, and without a shadow of a doubt the worst kind of person to be around long term thanks to her... ’quirks’; to beat these demons and fiends that embody sin, she had to get closer to said sins herself.
Knowing your enemy and all that was taken literally by this futanari in front of , and as such she was the most lustful, proud, greedy piece of work that the authors could envision... and now that she was real I can only begin to imagine the sort of things she gets into in her day to day.
"Cat got your tongue, girl?"
Tilting her head to the side and speaking to with that velvety, ’noble’ voice that didn’t match the words spoken sent a shiver down my spine, causing her scarred lips to curl into a devilish smirk as she reached for my chin and leaned my head back.
"You’re a pretty little thing too..."
That voice lowered, dripping with honey and making shiver again as she began to rub her thumb over my lips, not caring at all about the concept of personal space; and yet just as quickly as she had begun to ’flirt’ with she leaned down and growled "Be a sha if soone cut you up for being a dirty fucking thief though..." in that sa velvety voice.
"I-I..! I was-!"
"Shut up. You were going to nab that axehead there, weren’t you? Little fucking thief... coming into MY Sepulcher and trying to steal MY shit? You think I was just gonna let you nab my axehead, huh? Thought you could just pocket what’s mine and walk out of here without consequence?"
Pushing against the wall and pinning there, the Sinner sneered at and pressed her brow against mine, allowing her sweet slling breath to wash over my face as she hissed "Don’t even think about trying to escape..." and causing my entire head to go fuzzy.
My thoughts were a jumbled ss, with the idea of lying or telling the truth going to war all while those gorgeous, dangerous eyes of hers continued to bore into my own like she could read my mind and determine if I was guilty or not.
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