the_taken
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I've decided that while I'm waiting for Experiemental Fate to get enough votes, I'll have another CYOA going that I'll write for so that I don't get a day where I don't write anything.
In this story, the main character is a Demon Lord, an Incubus and the ruler of a small village. He can run it anyway he sees fit, but the goal of the game is to keep it a successful village so that he can reap the benefits of the taxes he imposese on it's citizens. And what village is more successful than one that had grow to become the capital of a powerful country?
The secondary goal of a Demon Lord is to court succubi and gain their favor. Having a succubus in his harem grants the Demon Lord access to a more diverse set of minions. The number of succubi lovers a Demon Lord keeps is a demonstration of his abilties, and greater Demon Lords often have more Succubi at their beck and call. Succubi are difficult to deal with; most Demon Lords never manage to bed a single succubus, turning to mortals for concubines.
There is a whole list other Demon Lords who have similar goals. They don't really get along all that well, being inherently selfish creatures, but it isn't a back-stabbing festival. There is an honour code the Demonic Court follows, which I will divulge fully as the game goes, but it revolves around three precepts:
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"No!" screamed the creatures from beneath their dark hooded robes. They were in the midst of their dark ceremony, the one the seventy imps needed to perform for resurecting their master and patron demon. They had just performed the preluding chants perfectly and were positioning the seven virgin girls for sacrifice, when the unthinkible happend. A quad of do-gooders, four knights of Achernar, came crashing throught the secret temple's hidden doors and attacked them. And while they didn't take many casualties, using their dark powers to evade blade strikes and using dark energy to whip the four heavily armored men into a suitable postion for stabbing. Which happened to be the altar of sacrifice they were going to kill the girls on.
But it wasn't the contamination of the ritual that was the problem, as they could simply clean the altar up and start again. It was that ritual completed with the death of the four adventurers, successfuly resurecting their master. The ritual was botched, yet their master was returning to life. They could feel the magic coursing through the altar, and through their own blood as the bond to their master renewed. They didn't know what the consequences was for changing the ritual. What if he came out deformed? Or worse, angry?
The altar sank into the red stone floor beneath, ripling as if it were a pool of blood. All the torches in the room fluttered towards the pool as if a foul wind was threatening to blow them down. Then the pool glowed a bright crimson, as a dark figure aroze from it, shrouded in smoke.
I'm alive! came a whisper from the smoke. He could feel it, his life, returning to him. He could hear his heart beating, he could feel his blood begining to flow, he could smell the air through the smoke as he inhaled.
But it wasn't enough. He wasn't complete. The ritual wasn't properly performed. No matter. It was close enough along that he could finish it himself. If only he could remember what he looked like...
Hmmm... How tall was I?
My hair was...
My horns...I know I had horns.
Did I have a tail?
What about... my penis?
In this story, the main character is a Demon Lord, an Incubus and the ruler of a small village. He can run it anyway he sees fit, but the goal of the game is to keep it a successful village so that he can reap the benefits of the taxes he imposese on it's citizens. And what village is more successful than one that had grow to become the capital of a powerful country?
The secondary goal of a Demon Lord is to court succubi and gain their favor. Having a succubus in his harem grants the Demon Lord access to a more diverse set of minions. The number of succubi lovers a Demon Lord keeps is a demonstration of his abilties, and greater Demon Lords often have more Succubi at their beck and call. Succubi are difficult to deal with; most Demon Lords never manage to bed a single succubus, turning to mortals for concubines.
There is a whole list other Demon Lords who have similar goals. They don't really get along all that well, being inherently selfish creatures, but it isn't a back-stabbing festival. There is an honour code the Demonic Court follows, which I will divulge fully as the game goes, but it revolves around three precepts:
- Demon Lords hide their operations, so as not to draw attention from mortals that are jealous of their power, and celestials that irrationaly hate the infernals.
- Demon Lords never lie. It's not that they can't, but when you can't trust someone at their word you can't really trust them later on. This precept is at odds with the first, but proves there is some leaway available with regards to our Demon Lord's 'honesty'.
- Demon Lords don't actively try to kill each other. It is very difficult to navigate the court when anyone could possibly kill you for a look. Demon Lords show self discipline by encouraging each other to have friendly relations.
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"No!" screamed the creatures from beneath their dark hooded robes. They were in the midst of their dark ceremony, the one the seventy imps needed to perform for resurecting their master and patron demon. They had just performed the preluding chants perfectly and were positioning the seven virgin girls for sacrifice, when the unthinkible happend. A quad of do-gooders, four knights of Achernar, came crashing throught the secret temple's hidden doors and attacked them. And while they didn't take many casualties, using their dark powers to evade blade strikes and using dark energy to whip the four heavily armored men into a suitable postion for stabbing. Which happened to be the altar of sacrifice they were going to kill the girls on.
But it wasn't the contamination of the ritual that was the problem, as they could simply clean the altar up and start again. It was that ritual completed with the death of the four adventurers, successfuly resurecting their master. The ritual was botched, yet their master was returning to life. They could feel the magic coursing through the altar, and through their own blood as the bond to their master renewed. They didn't know what the consequences was for changing the ritual. What if he came out deformed? Or worse, angry?
The altar sank into the red stone floor beneath, ripling as if it were a pool of blood. All the torches in the room fluttered towards the pool as if a foul wind was threatening to blow them down. Then the pool glowed a bright crimson, as a dark figure aroze from it, shrouded in smoke.
I'm alive! came a whisper from the smoke. He could feel it, his life, returning to him. He could hear his heart beating, he could feel his blood begining to flow, he could smell the air through the smoke as he inhaled.
But it wasn't enough. He wasn't complete. The ritual wasn't properly performed. No matter. It was close enough along that he could finish it himself. If only he could remember what he looked like...
Hmmm... How tall was I?
- I think I was kinda short.
- I know I was pretty average compared to most humans.
- I remember being eye level to a knight.
- I looked down on most others because of my height.
- I'm sure I've executing minions for making my cielings too low.
My hair was...
- ... jet black?
- No, chestnut brown.
- Or was it auburn?
- Maybe it was red like rubies...
- ... maybe a dark red.
- Or was it kinda orange?
- No... it was a pale blonde.
- Actually, more like golden blonde...
- Or am I thinking platinum blonde?
- Wait. Wasn't it white?
- Hang on. I didn't have any hair.
My horns...I know I had horns.
- Two large outward curling ram-like horns.
- Two tall and straight shafts coming out at a slight angle.
- Two large horns coming out of my skull them curling backwards over my head.
- Great horns that went out a bit then curved back in.
- Just two little cones, really. Kinda cute, though.
- Actually, I think I only had one coming straight out of my forehead.
Did I have a tail?
- It was this long and elegant apendage with a small tuff of hair at the end.
- It was a large and strong, like another limb. I used to hang from trees with it.
- It was a lithe thing with a spade at the end.
- No... I didn't have a tail.
What about... my penis?
- It was a fleshy dick a soft smooth head, and the whole shaft was rimmed with thick ridges. It had a strange curve to it.
- It was a straight and slick rod, with a hard but sharp head like a spear that could punch through thin clothing and hymen alike.
- It was a beastly thing! The head and base were rimmed with spines, and the rest of the shaft was studded! It was a thing to fear!
- It was great meaty phallus! Its veins pulsed with every beat of my heart and thrust! Even the randiest succubi baulked at it's girth!
- It looked like a simple shaft at first, but after pounding inside a women for a while, a knot near the base would inflate and wedge me inside! She couldn't get away until I pumped her full my demonic nectar!
- It was a tall mushroom with a fleshy sheath, of which most women are accustomed to since, actually, it was the same shape as a human's...
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