AMGch12: Netorare And The Vampire

Elizabeth bit her nail as more of their skirmishers fell like flies before an imperceptible barrier marked by a simple wooden fence. If not for the bodies, her eyes would naturally pass over the defensive line. Bat girls dive bombing lost track of their target and, in their confusion, were electrocuted and rolled off an imperceptible barrier. Her vampiric eyes had only caught the owner of the property once as he replaced damaged parts of the defense. A cold wind blew north from her camp as their undead nature affected the world around them, drinking the very life from the soil until their natural abilities hit the farm. Everything she felt stopped beyond the fence line, covered in ever more bodies.

Her command had been followed; the bat girls probed and probed quickly, losing track of their targets, and in their confusion, the entire colony was slowly lost. While she didn’t count bat girls as part of her forces, they were useful for scouting territory and probing defenses, especially before a siege. Letting foolish young heroes waste spells and revealing their effects was always advantageous. But if this was a spell, it was one she had never seen in her long life.

“This has to be against the balance.” Jack, her personal hero, said.

The powerfully built man with a pencil-thin mustache and all the chivalry in the world watched the carnage without flinching. He had changed from the boy of 14 who jumped at every shadow. Together, their blood magic was a force to be reckoned with, and no lonely hero could match them. She always found it curious that heroes were strongest when paired with one of them.

“You shouldn’t be here; the fledglings will be all hot and bothered with such a dashing rogue walking by their tents,” Elizabeth said.

“I care nothing for mere fledglings when I have a countess to attend to. Besides, I want to see this hero who sides with the angels but welcomes monsters in his home. Maeve switched sides after a defeat in her first phase. I want to meet the man who could force her to surrender.” Jack said.

He meant he wanted to duel the first rank and see where the boy stood among heroes. It was one thing to defeat their gate guardian, but it was another to fight an experienced hero like her, Jack.

“How strong do you think he is truly?” Elizabeth asked.

She had sent a rider with a flag of parlay, hoping that Maeve would inform the hero instead of letting the man strike it down. While the countess was willing to stick out a long siege and then unleash the most devastating cabal of witches in their queendom on his defenses, she would prefer to return home. They couldn’t afford a long siege, but their queen was so close to becoming a Tyrant, and then those reaching queens from neighboring countries would feel the wrath of Court Hades.

“I believe if I don’t duel him this day, the sword of Damocles will hang over our necks for years to come. Two months from now, this problem will be far worse. I believe he has ways to strengthen his position and grow in strength outside the hero system.” Jack said.

Her hero put words to what she had been thinking but didn’t dare voice. An irregular was in their midst. Irregulars were all the consorts of dark goddesses. All who survived were love-bombed until they found a monster girl that made them feel not only gratitude but true loyalty. They were the pillars that kept their regime strong, and it was her decision to either uproot this potential threat or throw her fellow monster girls at the problem.

Time was against them, and she couldn’t act until he did something to provoke her. Parlay would protect him even more stringently thanks to the balance and her realization of his value. She could already feel her power binding under the grace period. She would be weak as a newborn fledgling if she raised a hand against him.

“What if he decides to hunker down and work on himself for the next two months?” Elizabeth asked

“Then we are dealing with a canny, dangerous irregular. Our options at this point are to find his tastes and fill them.” Jack said.

Irregulars had the benefits of the system and their own power. Worse yet, there was the possibility that the hero system synergized with his own power. If that were the case, then he would be a true monster soon like Pluto’s brother Jupiter, the eastern islander Susanoo, or the mightiest power Revelation. Any of them were more than a match for their dark goddesses, and many even held harems of tyrants. They were the powers that striped the heavens in power when they challenged it and created hells bound to the dark goddesses. An irregular on the side of angels was a nightmare scenario; the others would have to be roused to take on this threat.

Another rumor came to mind, and she needed to know Jack’s opinion.

“What do you know of NTR? It is known that this Atom is known to play the role of NTR Antagonist?” Elizabeth asked.

“This parlay is a mistake; shoot the rider and prepare a false flag; we need to kill this man now before it's too late. I don’t care what the balance does; this irregular must die before he grows any stronger.” Jack said.

That made her worry more than before. NTR must mean that he is even more powerful than a normal Irregular. She didn’t know what it meant, but it was clearly an acronym with baggage. Jack, her ever-faithful, bold, and powerful Jack, appeared to have fallen into a bundle of nerves. A cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his heart began racing.

She felt a chill and heard her man mutter a haunting series of lyrics.

“When you’re watching the clock while she takes his fat cock Netorare,” Jack said.

…

Bodies had been piled up in the hundreds and tossed into a mass grave to be burned. Monster girls dressed all in armor marched like anime’s most giggly army. I didn’t know if it was a tactic, but some of the vampires were busty as hell. All of them wore a mark similar to their flags, the fanged skull of a bat on a red field. Some soldiers moved about more bestial while under a wolf body on a green field. The few men I’ve seen were chained up and kept locked in little cages with a long line of girls waiting for an official to begin dispensing them.

One of the men looked familiar, and it was the bartender. As it turned out, the town had been sacked, or maybe it was just him. It didn’t look like Gray’s plan, or mine worked. That was to be expected after seeing the numbers. I thought I was dealing with a small group running a castle and terrorizing the countryside. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I had been wrong the entire time and hadn’t done the most basic recon to fix that.

My cube didn’t have any information I didn’t get with my eyes or record on video. Another flaw with my cloning was that I expected all the information I needed to mostly be at the launch of a few commands. Information was something I didn’t have, and I would need to rectify that with all my other problems. I would put it under getting to PL1000.

I wanted to do so much but felt so limited. There were so many hot vampires that needed to be fucked, but I didn’t have the time. I blamed those feelings on my arms. The black flesh with white veins had begun stretching further up my arms. Darkness whispered sweet nothings in my ears at all hours of the day, but for now, I resisted the urge to cuck the fallen heroes. I needed some prep time before I went on the warpath.

How could I knock down dominoes before I set them up?

Some rules protected me from an all-out invasion, and I might have picked one of the worst spots, but in my defense, cows. What I’m trying to say was men have needs, and my balls were getting harder to empty with only Maeve and not Medy to tend to them.

I was also feeling foul enough to start a fight. Three weeks of the pills had a major effect. 3.1 x PL500 equals 155 men's worth of power in one body; with my improving energy control, that number was getting a little higher every day.

This little army had numbers, supplies, arms, and leadership. Vampires were, on average, 25 to 200 times stronger than normal humans. A vampire could pick up a fully grown adult man and literally rip him apart piece by piece like a Mortal Kombat fatality. I wasn’t the top dog here; I needed to train up and increase my odds of winning. But the problem was I had this little army in my way, trying hard to disturb my training with all their screaming and dying.

It was a callous way to look at it, but they were the ones who parked their army on my doorstep and proceeded with their own little mass suicide run. I was innocent, even if I was giving away free cyanide capsules.

The guards leading me had this prick-looking man with flowing blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a long sword on his side. Unlike the others, his armor was full plate, silver, and covered in strange runes. Every bit of him screamed mid-boss or higher. He had fangs like a vampire but was clearly a man. That made me think he was some kind of hybrid, like maybe a vampire had sex with a hero and produced whatever this guy was. He had all the trappings of a tragic hero.

I think the worst thing I could say about the man was he reminded me of my original’s brother. The half-vampire was a stoic kind of man who took his duty seriously. Knowing hybrids were possible did interest me. Maybe I could cuckold the man’s father if his mother was still alive. Who was I kidding? She was obviously the leader here.

A cold wind brushed past me as we approached the command tent. It was a big thing with several floors and enchanted to the gills. I was almost impressed; unlike my ship, they didn’t build it out of trash. On the other hand, my ship could fly manipulate gravity, and it had central heating. What was a supped-up tent compared to my awesome ship with upside-down engines?

I made a note on my cube to fix the engine situation at some point. Making them in the dark in a necromancer’s dumping ground was prodigal leaving them in their current state was lazy. Once I figured out artillery and bombed this location to the Stone Age and then did the same to the castle, I would find time to look into it.

That or I would go with plan A and train to PL 1000 or above and beat the shit out of this army with my bare hands.

“You are certainly an interesting one. I’ve led you through an enemy camp past cages with humans within, hungry vampires standing in line, and pits filled with the dead, and you seem lost in thought.” The man said.

“How many heroes have you met?” I asked.

“Enough to cover both hands, and they are not like you.” Vampire Twink said.

“My name is Atom; give me your name. I don’t want to label you as twink boy the entire time we speak.” I said.

“You may call me Richard,” Dick said.

“Heroes don’t exist; they are a label given to the most powerful in order to foist responsibility without reward upon the strong in society. In this society, another name could apply, like summoned slaves or mercenaries. Hero is a much nicer name. I approve of the angel’s propaganda and business practices.” I said.

“I see you were jaded long before you were summoned, and so these sights were long anticipated. What kind of world did you come from?” Dick asked.

I thought about the nightmarish world of corporate puppets working for a tyrannical android-led government where science had replaced religion, of the mages, cultivators, and sages who wielded and embers slain gods to fight in a world slowly being mutated into a fantasy apocalypse. The souls of the damned screamed to return and wear the skin of men and women and live out all the sins they fantasized about. Finally, I saw its culmination in the abandonment of the android and the meteor summoned by the mages to strike down the other cultures so that mages could reign supreme. All the while, my original and his brother fought to save a family of inquisitor leadership that wanted nothing to do with who they presumed were hedge mages. All of this lay in the background as the wizard king Saturn moved puppets on strings through time and space to orchestrate his return. The same being that cursed the Sage culture into obscurity was to return stronger than ever with the bindings of the android absent. Ra, my original’s father and strongest sage alive, arrived in Jackson Megacity for a battle between the strongest while my original is forced to watch powerless.

“It was just a world, nothing special,” I said.

Dick frowned and led the way. “You aren’t the type to give much away.”

“I’m only seeing the sights and taking your measure. Plan A and B are fighting to see which one would be best to use. Honestly, you made a horrible mistake letting me this close; if I were you, I would send me back immediately or pack up and leave. The information war is over; I’ve won.” I said.

The half-vampire raised a blonde eyebrow before shaking his head. “You are a strange hero; perhaps it would be best to try and kill you; what are my chances?” Dick asked.

He half smirked at me like this was some kind of joke. That was the type of shit that would get him killed. I could get away with that, but he should wait until he was far stronger. The energy I sensed behind the façade he thought he was fooling me with wasn’t that impressive.

“That depends; how do you measure up to Maeve?” I asked.

“Not many heroes could defeat her without a partner. What do you mean by measure up? In terms of blood control, I am her superior. If you are asking about abilities, we differ greatly; she was, after all, a mix of offense and defense. But if you’re talking about how much strength we can individually bring to bear, I am her superior.” Dick said.

“You would die almost instantly. It's sad to say you once again revealed your hand.” I said.

“I could be lying,” Dick said.

“What, are you a completely defensive fighter?” I asked.

“My speed is all the defense I need,” Dick said.

He spoke like a true corpse. I didn’t need to do much in preparation for him, but he was never the point. Winning against Dick was like winning against the 6th place contestant in a race. Sure, 5thplace was better than 6th, but no one cares.

They aren’t fighting me now; they should be preparing to fight me two months from now. When I’ll be armed with spells including metal and blood magic. While I couldn’t outright make blood and metal from my aura, I could infuse my flames with the two magics to alter how they acted. Fire can flow like blood and harden like metal. Suppose any of them had practiced using multiple elements in conjunction. In that case, it should be obvious what they would soon deal with. Adding properties of other elements to my aura changed how it controlled.

Fire was no longer fire; it could become liquid like blood and hard like metal while burning everything. Once I add immolation, my new spells will be devastating. I needed to remove Rivers of Hades; it was never going to work out. More precisely, my aura was adapting to make use of the magics I added to it.

It hit me like a speeding mobile suit. This was all circuses. They were feeding me bread.

This was never about whether I could defeat this army; even the army wasn’t here to defeat me because of the grace period. I believed they wanted to keep me here. That’s why they rattled their sabers to encourage me to see them as a credible threat.

Once the two months are over, this little army is the least of my concerns. The entire world will be able to come after me. All of this was political fiction, even this parlay. They wanted me to believe they were treating me seriously, even with the piles of bodies. All of this was a trick; they wanted me to think I was large and in charge of the body pile-up while saving their troops. I was on to them, and I knew just how to handle this.

They wanted me to appear arrogant and like I had the upper hand. I had a feeling they would let me get away with far more than they normally would to preserve their fiction. I was on to them, but I couldn’t let it show. Acting like I was ready to withdraw to some dark corner or step up my training to a level even beyond what they anticipated had to be hidden. I needed to be cautious by cucking dicks father.

I had to cuck the traitorous fallen hero so that they would believe I was following along. They would think they had fooled me into believing I’m leading them by the nose when, in reality, I am not fooled. It could work, but only if I managed to get him to challenge me to a duel.

“While you dwell on the past while he pounds her sweet ass, Netorare,” I whispered.