窃情谋欲

"Wh-what did you just say?" Damien's voice cracked as he had a hard time comprehending what his sister- the creator of this world- has done.

"Umm...what, you ask?" she snickered, looking playfully at him and tilted her head. "I killed her. Slowly. Not painfully, though. I wanted to see what can I do with my characters. The extent of my influence. The extent of their pain and pleasure. So I poisoned her wine. It was, of course, hard to become a maid in the duchy with my recent failed attempt on her life, courtesy of you, of course."

For her, he was just another NPC with a little bit of change in his cannon events. The girls were there, his stupidity was there, and everything else was just as the way she wrote him to be. Except for the death of the characters, of course.

So why can't she be true to him? What could possibly go wrong? She wanted someone to hear her and for her to vent out.

His heart sank. He was too egoistical to help her and now she's gone. He thought things couldn't get any worse, and she's dead now.

Sounds of battle around them intensified. There was even an unearthly roaring from somewhere. Hoards of undead walked among the streets but none of them bat an eye on her or him, as if they were just invisible.

"You know, she was kinda nice but what to do? I need to complete the story or else I can't go bac---"

She wasn't able to complete the sentences as she had a strong hand wrapped around her neck in a quick second, tightening it, making her unable to speak.

"What the fuck did you do?" Damien said, his eyes were bloodshot, his pupils dilating. His voice was cold, hard, and unfeeling.

He held her with her feet off the ground, and he squeezed her neck harder, choking her, not letting her breathe.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked, gasping for air, her face turning red. Her hands grasped his and tried to loosen his grip. "Unhand me, now!" she cried out, her voice shrill and her eyes watering.

"Answer me!" He screamed, and her body trembled, and her eyes widened.

"I-I killed her, you idiot. You think I would give my own creation life? No way! It's just an NPC. The world, the story, everything is an NPC, and the only reason I am here is because I'm trying to complete the story and get myself out of this fucking hell hole." She chuckled again. Her throat choking words out.

"You fucking bitch!" He yelled as he slammed her to the ground in a chokeslam. The paved road caved in as he cracked the stone.

She coughed and hacked, but she was able to catch her breath. "Aww, come on. We both know that you love her," she said. She wiped the blood from her nose, "And also, it's not like you can really do anything, anyway." She giggled.

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking bitch!" He raised his fist and punched her right on the side of her head.

She was stunned, her hands on her face, but she was neither wailing nor screaming. "You...you dare to touch me, trash?! Well, it's not like you can really hurt me, anyway." She laughed.

Damien punched her again, and again. He punched her repeatedly.

"That's enough. This is my story, and this is how it goes, alright?" She said as she lightly touched him, but the force sent him tumbling backwards. She stood up and dusted herself. "Man, this is ridiculous. I should just kill you already. Why not, right?"

He stood up and he felt a chill down his spine. Something was wrong.

"Oh, come on. You are no fun," she said and with a swift motion, she drew her sword. More like it appeared out of nowhere. "I don't know why, but this is what you are good at, anyway." She smiled. "Pick up your sword. Show me your might, cursed one."

His mind was reeling, spiraling out. The thought of Blaire being dead swept through him. He bit back his lips, but tears started to form in the corner of his eyes.

He gripped his sword and it glowed in a soft blue light, lighting up the dark street. He stood in a battle stance and was ready to take her on.

"Good. Now come on." She gestured with her hand for him to come.

Damien closed his eyes and sighed. He's been here before, and he knew that if he were to win, he had to be calm.

The battle against the undead horde was a tough one. He was able to defeat most of them, but the fact that this woman is pretty much the creator of the story gave him a disadvantage, but the fact that she doesn't know where he was trained gave him an advantage. One that he doesn't seem too enthusiastic as such.

"I am waiting," she said.I think you should take a look at

"You want to fight? So be it." He took a deep breath and the world turned slow, and time slowed down for him. He saw his sister's face and he saw her smile. He saw her in her glory. The way her chest rose and fell. The way her eyes were a little bit darker than usual. The way her hair was tied up.

"What's wrong? Is your brain already rotting from being a trash?" she asked.

Damien lunged at her and she quickly sidestepped, slashing at him with her sword.

He blocked it with his own sword. His eyes were cold, empty. He was focused and he didn't see her until her sword had already slashed his cheek.

"Oh, you are quick," she said.

He swung his sword at her but she dodged it and sliced his shoulder. He fell backwards, gripping his shoulder, and she stabbed her sword to the ground.

He gritted his teeth and with a swift motion, he threw his sword to her, which she was able to dodge by jumping. He quickly grabbed a stone and threw it to her, hitting her square in the face.

"You are quick," she said, and she kicked him in the face, sending him flying. He fell back and hit his head.

"You are weak," she said, and she held his throat and lifted him up. She tightened her grip and her nails dug into his skin.

He was choking, trying to breathe, but she was merciless. His vision was turning blurry and his face was turning red.

"I guess this is the end, huh?" She said.

His world started to turn dark, but suddenly something flew through the air and stabbed at her face. It repeated its stabbing or, more clearly, pecking her repeatedly, and Damien fell to the ground. He gasped for air, and he coughed.

He was able to make out the figure of a bird. Aviora!

"What the fuck is this?" She swatted her hands at the large bird, but she was persistent. She tried hard to remember the bird-like she knew there was something...a fleeting knowledge about this bird, but she just can't pinpoint it. "Aahh....The Night of the Blood! It is you, right? What is a dragon-like you doing with this trash? Why didn't you find someone worthy of your time?"

It continued to peck her, and she tried her best to hold it, but the bird was big and the claws were sharp and sturdy.

She had an idea. She summoned her sword back to her hand. "Oh, no. You don't know what's coming for you," she said, and she held the sword high, ready to slice the bird, but the bird, sensing danger, spread its wings and flew away.

She gritted her teeth. The bird's pecking distracted her, but she was able to get her sword back to her and she held it at the ready.

Damien held his sword up as well.

"Back for more?" She said as she lazily raised her sword with one hand.

"You are the one who's not backing off," he said, his voice cold, hard, and unfeeling.

She sighed. "Fine, have it your way. You know what, I'm going to take it easy on you." She slowly lowered her sword and held it with both of her hands. "Come on then." She beckoned him.

He was hesitant, but he was able to gain his footing, and he swung his sword at her.

She caught the blade in her hands and gripped it tightly. With a swift motion, she was able to disarm him, and she kicked him back.

"Come on, you are a fucking warrior, you know," she said. She kicked him in the stomach, and he fell to his knees. He was breathing hard.

'This is ridiculous. This power level is just too powerful!'

"Aah, I almost forgot." She crouched in front of him and grabbed his head by the hair and brought it up to her eye level. "Did you enjoy that scenery on the boat? The one you had when you ate that magic mushrooms? You know the way you and I shared love and we got a little bit intimate? I was able to make a scene with us, you know."