#demiurge x mc

[yellowwithalisp]

So, my friend drew my mc with Demiurge from Overlord and it's... Ohboy-

[cherryredcarousel]

A New World

Village Invasion

Watching Momonga try to use the mirror of remote viewing was like trying to watch a grandpa text on a phone. Eventually he was able to zoom in to which Sebas clapped, "Congratulations my lord, I knew you could do it." "Thanks Sebas, I appreciate your support." Sebas bowed his head slightly, "of course, it is my duty as your personal butler. The soul reason I was created by Lord Touchme was to carry out your orders no matter what they are." Momonga hummed before looking back at the mirror, "Hm is this a festival?" Sebas leaned down to look himself, "no my lord, it appears to be an attack."

A village under attack? It's a group of knights from the looks of it.. "Wonder why their attacking that village?" I leaned forward in my chair as I got a closer look at the situation. "I'm not very sure, let's just leave them be for now." Momonga said as he went to swipe away from the mirror. <Message> Touchme would have done it, besides maybe we can use the village to kind of get information about this new world. <Message end> I looked at Momo. "You know what? How about you go take a look." He gestured toward me to which I stood. "Alright I will." I turned around and opened a portal for Aasim and I. "I'll be back."

On the other side of the portal I was met with two girls, one younger than the other. Two guards stood behind them, one already stricken a slash across the older girls back. "I don't think that was very nice." I said as I fling one of my small daggers into the guards heart. He fell dead as the other one fell back in shock, "what are you?!" He yelled as he picked up his blade, it shook as he stared at my form. "Nothing special, dragon lightning." He screamed with agony before dropping down. Such a weak spell, only fifth tier and yet he dropped like a fly. "Aasim go take care of the knights that wear that armor." He nodded before teleporting away. Now for these two, "are you okay dear," i kneeled down to their level. "Clearly not, as there is a slash on their back. Stupid question me." I reached into my inventory pulling out a healing potion. "Here, it'll heal you." She nervously took it, "is this poison?" They think I'm gonna kill them when I just saved their lives not even two minutes ago, and did they NOT HEAR ME SAY HEALING. "No it isn't, it's a healing potion." She nodded and quickly downed the whole bottle, her wound immediately sewed itself together. "Oh wow, the pains all gone. Thank you!" I nodded and stood back up. "Well then, have you heard of magic?" She nodded, "yes ma'am there's someone who comes to our village who is a magic caster." I hummed before raising my hand, I cast a few protection spells. "That should protect you as long as you stay right there, and here's this in case the spell doesn't work." I threw them two goblin horns, i quickly explained before walking toward the village where Aasim should be done with his task.

"W-what are you?!" A knight said as he groveled below Aasims boot. He did not answer as he lodged his axe into the knights left shoulder. A knight struck his back, his sword shattering. Aasim turned around "now what if you had scratched my armor? The armor gifted to me by my master. I think death wouldn't even suffice for the attempt." Aasim said as he grabbed the man picking him up. The man screamed, Aasim reached around his back ripping his armor plate off and digging his hand into his back, tearing his spinal cord out. "Lay in the ground and die." He said as he threw the knights spine at him. A fraction of the knights ran, Aasim teleported, cutting down the knights as he went. He muttered to himself, counting as he killed. "57....58...59..." he paused, "I have missed one." His blade dropped as he looked around for the 60th knight. "I have failed to eliminate them all." He stood in disbelief.

"Earth to Aasim?" This was the tenth time I've called his name.. He quickly snapped out of it, "my lady!" He threw himself at my feet, his armored faceplate kissing the ground. "I have failed, I failed to kill them all. One got away.." I kneeled down to him, "it's fine, maybe they'll tell their leader about us. Then we'll be famous." I mused as I pat the back of his head. "Now stand up let's talk to the village folk." "Actually I'll do the talking." Momo said as he appeared behind me. "Maybe that's best, after all your best when it comes to talking." I walked beside Albedo as Momo talked. From the looks of it the talking was going well.

I walked around the village as the village chief and Momo talked in a building, Aasim was walking beside me. "Excuse me?" I looked around seeing no one. Hm? I felt a tug on my pant leg, looking down I was met with the cutest kid. "Well hi there." I kneeled down. "Why do you have four arms?" "You dare question my ladies appearance?!" Aasim went to grab his weapon, i lift my hand. "It's fine, but back to your question. Let's just say that I'm very special, maybe one day you'll grow more arms too!" I chuckled. My ears perk as I hear talking of more men coming. I wave bye to the little girl and catch up to my brother who was standing, watching as an group of men on horses came up.

"My name is Gazef Stronoff the chief warrior. I have been ordered by the king to come take care of the invading knights. Your people are safe now, we will protect you." The village chief thanked him, Gazef spoke again after giving our little group a look over. "Who is the man and women with you?" "These two are the ones who have saved our village." I stepped toward, "we are some measly magic users who just so happened to be strolling by when we saw the knights attacking, so we being good people of course took them out." Gazef's stare lingered on me before speaking with Momonga. "General! There are an army of unknown surrounding the village as we speak."

"We can take care of it, no biggy." I smiled.

[the-blind-geisha]

@baphymittens out there still giving me ideas. LOL

[the-blind-geisha]

😭 I want all of it.. I want to see my see my demon wife and hubby get all jelly and then after a gentle scolding, find a nice middle ground. You still get to feed your loves and have a loving time with them. 💕

Dems being a greedy shit and eating the snacks his wife sends with him to give co-works is so funny.

[dragoon-of-all-trades]

"Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)" Ooo this'll be fun 👀

Mawwwr, thanks for the ask~ ♥ Oh gosh, I do this a lot. x”D For symbolism, I try not to add too much, because I worry I’ll be too obvious in the direction in which something is going. I know I had an ex who was addicted to symbolism and would use it to get to the ending before she got there, and it made me drift away from it quickly. x3 In Amnesia, I did say that Lilyodin had the smell of the Corpse Flower and vanilla when the demon picked up her scent. While I wanted the smell to just be alluring to the demon in question, her being a butcher among other things make this smell related to her character in subtle ways.

Character and relationship developments I love is mostly just any positive change (or even negative) in a character being with someone. Writing The Devil’s Contract has been fun because it’s watching an MC go from a biting fighter for her freedom to slowly relying on her ‘Master’ who has her trapped. He knows what she has done and what she is capable of given her own past trauma, and he wants to watch her slowly break to become just the same as him--a cold, cruel devil--seeing as his love is so twisted in nature.

I do a LOT of hidden references or ideas calling out to other things. I know I wrote an old fanfic that was pretty much based on The Little Mermaid’s plot where a naga willingly gave up his monstrous form just to be with the farm girl he watched from a distance. Sadly, the magic would only last for a year, and then he would return to normal. There was no ‘cure all’ or ‘end all’ to the potion. It was just to give him a chance with someone he adored, and he took it no matter the outcome. Amnesia: A Dreamer’s Requiem is actually loosely based on the very atmosphere of Amnesia: A Dark Decent with obvious changes. x3; 

When it comes to callbacks for future scenes, I try not to be obvious, but I feel I cannot be helped sometimes. x”D But I’ve been lacing a lot of obvious warnings in Devil’s Contract in hopes people will see the signs and what’s possibly about to unfold. A human woman is forced into a relationship with Demiurge, a demon--a man who thrives on torture and the misery of humans--and she’s doing everything to not fall victim to her emotions that he’s molding inside of her as he cuts her off from anything or anybody that could reach out and help her. In the very beginning I tried to make this obvious when he intentionally had her near other humans he had been torturing for an extended time. The moment they wished her dead and yelled at her, showing she was not welcome to them, she ran to his side when a human man tried to kill her in front of Demiurge. Demiurge whispered (mostly) words of deceit in her ear to make her try and falter into his care, and has been continuing to do this ever since.

Because he’s such a calculated character, I really have to think a lot of steps ahead like he himself would to make it believable. lol It’s a bit difficult but enjoyable!

[fipindustries]

All the novels i (tried) to write in my life.

abecause why not?

K-404 (unfinished): written at 15.

a sci-fi thriller mainly inspired by me watching an out of context scene from alien 3. Set in a larger shared universe that i had been building out of short stories back then. The story is about a space prison where they would sent people who couldnt be sent to regular prison because their crimes were too ambiguous. The main idea was that this was a prison of intellectuals, rather than of violent criminals, and through the characters i would wax about my philosophical and political views, views that i had gotten as a teenager who read existentialism for begginers and watchmen and v from vendetta, you can imagine the quality of the text. At one point a nanite container would go haywire inside the prison and then a grey goo event would start consuming the station so the four main characters would have to find the way to escape the prison before it was consumed by the nanomachines. The main characters would be a robot who pretended to kill his creator so everyone would be afraid of him , a female serial killer with aids who killed by sleeping around with people, a guy who tried to kill himself by jumping off a building and just so happened to fall on the guy who bullied him in high school, and just some random douchebag with nothing interesting to him besides being the POV character.

Kratae (unfinished): written at 16.

imagine X-men mixed with avatar the last airbender. An ancient fantasy world where some people are born with superpowers and chased away because of it, the people with superpowers get together and fund their own nation, called Kratae. Hilariously this story was inspired by me reading eclipse, from the twilight saga. In this world if someone with powers uses their power on you then you also get powers, so there is this couple and the guy gets powers and then the girl rejects him so he decides to get revenge by using his teleportation power on her and she develops her own powers and becomes a pariah and looses her entire life. The story starts with her trying to find the guy so she can kill him but when she does find him it turns out someone already killed him before her and then the story turns into this crime mystery where she will try to find the person that killed the guy she wanted to kill. It had this huge ensemble cast that included a lesbian time traveling history teacher and her street urchin aprentice (AKA the next season of doctor who) , two gay war veterans who met each other fighting in opposite sides of the same war, a creep with a crush on the protagonist and many others. There was also on top of all this a giant conspiracy trying to stifle research into free energy, the history of the world and the political dynamics between the faction of the people with powers and the people without.

The Demiurge (semi-unfinished): written at age 17.

basically a huge rip off of sandman.

imagine if god was one of us. If god instead of living above us in a cloud decided to live as a human and to grow old and die as one and the get reincarnated and then start all over again all throughout history, and jesus christ was the one time he tried to tell the truth to anyone. And THEN in modern times something goes wrong with the reincarnation process and he only realizes he is god once he becomes 16, and he is a white, straight, cisgender male, and he just happens to share all of my opinions on life and the universe and religion?????

a lot of this book is just me having fun while creating a whole cosmology that fits my view of the world out of pop-christianity, there are things like yawhe being imprisioned in hell in a cage made out of logic next to calvin, there is a part when adam and eve turn out to be also death and mother earth, and also Time and Space AND ALSO cain and abel are lucifer and Yaweh, there is a part where we see the antropomorphic representation of the fine arts giving birth to a ninth brother: comics. At some point the story makes a 180 and changes focus from god, who dissapeared for mysteryous reasons, to his best friend, some teenage girl who dies in the middle of the story and then we see her ghost searching across the universe to find him and bring her back to life.

i say its semi unfinished because at the last moment i got bored of it and simply slapped together a sudden ending for it out of nowhere.

Eigen (finished): written at age 19.

Eigen is one of my proudest achivements in a way. Written right after gorging myself on Portal and QUBE and the cube, and particularly inspired by the bathroom in the cyber at the corner of my street, i decided to write my own story about a guy trapped inside a grid-like onthological maze with a robot voice as a companion and a weird old guy chasing him trying to kill him.

thing is, i was studying advanced algebra back then, you know, matrices, subspaces, eigenvalues, etc. and it was the second time i was doing that class because i had failed at it the year before. So in order for me to learn the subject better i would take everything i learned in class and use it as inspiration for the story i was writting, ortogonalization, matix multiplication, transposition, etc.

i actually passed the course at the end of the year and i was fucking stoked about that.

at the end of the story there is a bunch of epic twists where it turns out the maze had been built by the main character who suffers amnesia, the old man was the main character from the future and the robot voice was actually the MC’s partner who also suffered from amnesia and was convinced she was a robot, and was trapped in the surveillance room for the maze. they never escape the maze.

Bigender (unfinished): written at age 21.

now this i think was my shortest attempt at wrtting a novel which i was really dissapointed about at the time since i had spent most of 2013 working the story in my head but when it came the time to actually put it all on paper i could barely get to the end of the second chapter.

the story is about a young girl who one day wakes up and discovers she turned into a boy. She is ovbiously distraught about this but it quickly reverts. Afterwards she decides to investigate if she’s the only one who can do this and it turns out not, there is a documentary about a person that also had the ability to genderbend, so she seeks this person and ask their advice as to how to manage a life with this condition. The teacher turns out to be some antisocial jerk who’d rather not have any kind of human interaction with anyone so it’s up to our spunky protagonist to break this ol’ scrooge out of their shell.

thing is i had no real plot here, it was going to be mostly a slow burn character study about the relationship between these two people and how they deal with their genderbending each in their own ways. this didnt work out because back then i felt really inadequate when it came to writing the life of other people with different experiences from my own, the teacher was supposed to have a boyfriend, the girl was supposed to have a bunch of lady friends, etc. so that’s why i never went to far with it.

F.I.P. Industries (finished): written at age 21.

ah, my magnum opus. the first novel i ever wrote. my crowning achivement.

and all it took was for me to abandon my career and read the entirety of wildbow’s ouvre for me to complete it. and this is not a joke. I doubt that i would have ever written this had i not lifted wildbow’s style and structure wholesale. The basic premise of, ok, we have this largely inadequate MC, let’s drop them in an impossible situation and see how they manage, was what fueled the writting of this book.

The story is about a college student who cant finish his thesis and is desperatly looking for a job (fucking prophetic, goddamn) and so he unwittingly gets hired by a company that works as a front for a cabal of mad scientist who are using the power of synergy and networking to take over the world, working on a dozen different projects at the same time and trying to see what happenes when you combine them into bigger more complex projects.

what is so important to me about this story is that i came up with it when i was 11 years old and i promised my self that some day i would make that story real. You guys have no idea how many false starts i had with this story. there was a time this was supposed to be a webcomic but it never went beyond a couple of strips. again, very much like wildbow with worm.

Multiple story arcs, a sprawling ensemble cast, a bittersweet ending, this story has it all and is one of my proudest works.

The empire of tomorrow (finished): written at age 22.

oh shit, we’re leaving behind the one word titles, i must be finally growing up as a writer!

The empire of tomorrow was a source of guilt and anxiety for me on some level because i remember reading fun home and are you my mommy from allison bechdel and afterwards finiding a lot of “incredibly problematic” themes in the story and being really upset at this.

the story is about a dystopian world where there was some sort of apocalypse and there is this feudal lord that controls one of the last remaining cities with an iron fist, so ofcourse the plucky rebellion comes up with the following plan:

to steal some of his super advanced technology and hack together a device very similar to the one in eternal sunshine of a spotless mind and use it on the feudal lord to project themselves into the lord’s mind when he was a teen and try and guide him into becoming a better person. Throughout the story is made ambiguous if they are rewritting his memories or actually going into the past, there is a lot of wild speculation about how the time travel works in this universe.

the main focus of the story is the relationship between the woman sent to do the mission and the feudal lord, which is the classical “she is a tough, no nonsense, paladin/ he is the snarky, slimy douchebag with a heart of gold/ will they, wont they” dynamic (spoiler alert: they kind of do).

thing is, mid-way through the story i throw this weird tangent towards reproductive rights and abortion and transexuality and i get the distinct feeling that the conclussions to where the story goes on these topics are not exactly kosher, but im not sure, i’ve never really shown this story to anyone besides my grandma who aparently loved it.

fun fact, for those who read disregarding reality, this story was the first time i used the character of erik, i reworked him fro the comic of course but not as much as you’d think.

Fan.Tastic (unfinished): written at age 22.

this was the point where i started to actually write my works entirely in english and upload them to the internet.

the story is set inside the internet, where the internet would be a physical place, following the rise and fall of a blogger who recently became tumblr famous.

again, im sure if someone who really cares about social justice issues took a look at this work they’d probably find a lot of things to be upset about, suffice to say in arc two of this story i show my own take on gamer gate and end up the story with the main character using every single slur i could think of towards her once friend and fucking off to 4chan.

the story was supposed to have 4 arcs, each one based on a website or piece of internet culture that i was involved in. The first arc was Deviant art, the second arc was Tumblr, the third arc was going to be 4chan and the fourth arc was going to be LessWrong.

thing is i found i only had things to say about the first two, the third one i had already said all i had to say on my /co/nrad comic and the fourth one i was still experiencing and thus i couldnt properly make a retrospective about.

it kind of boggles the mind how much work i put into this, i wanted to make it a true multimedia experience so i would invent all of this fandoms about things that dont actually exists and photshop tumblr posts and fanart and rotten tomato scores about these things to make it feel all a little more real. i dont think i ever went that far for any other story i made.

WE ARE MAKING A GAME (unfinished): written at age 23.

this, more than an actual novel is more like a series of scripts about this hypothetical webseries i’d like to do some day filmed in the style of the fourth panel from penny arcade, or the office, or the thick of it, or nirvanna the band the show, or, you know what? i think enough people have done that style now i dont feel like doing it so much.

Any way the story is about this popular girl in high school who one day decides she wants to make a videogame and thus she teams up with the nerd kid to do it, as time goes on we find out there is actually a lot more behind the popular girls than we thought at first.

the whole plot is just the dialogs between these two (and evetually three) as they come up with the game, right there, in real time, in front of your very eyes. What’s fun about this is that the game (called Maxplosive) actually shows up in the story of Fan.Tastic, except there it is this cult classic children’s movie.

i managed to finish what would basically be “season 1″ of the story but then i just lost interest since i was busy making my own actual game for college and i hadnt progressed much beyond what the characters in the story had and so i felt i couldnt properly write from experience.

i wrote the first chapter from season 2 recently in what was an extravagant moment of nostalgia from my part. I swear i NEVER go back to work on a story that i abandoned and i truly dont know how that happened.

The harpsichord crew (unfinished): written at age 23.

a new first, first time i actually have my main character be black women, yes, i know, im the wokest, now bring all the pussy towards me please.

but joking aside, the harpsichord crew was supposed to be the sequel to F.I.P. industries and the logic was sound, i would grab all these disparate ideas that i had been acumulating for years and mesh them all together. My main inspiration behind it was Gurren Lagann, where we would have these people with no power come across this incredible device which would slowly allow them to grow bigger and stronger with time until they became the greatest super villains the world had ever seen.

The story is focused on patricia, an overworkd lawyer and Lilly, a pole dancer. one day lilly decides to become a supervillain after being inspired by the fallout that came from FIP industries technology going public and ends up draggin patricia long for the ride. As the went, in true anime fashion, the would acumulate this quirky supporting cast, each one with a fun and weird origin story.

i think the biggest downfall of this story is that, much like all of the unfinished stories on this list, it didnt have a particularly strong ending that i felt i HAD to get to and so i managed to get 3 chapters in and then i forgot about it.

There is a crack in the world (finished): written at age 24.

i think i wrote more than enough about this story.

suffice to say that a lot of horrible things happened to me during 2016 and it took me until may of 2017 to finally feel like i could process all of that and work through it in my art. There is a crack in the world is a miseable story filled with horror and despair and the feelings in the words are raw and bared straight from my heart.

this is something a never do by the way, to really use my emotions as direct fuel for the art that i make. ususally i use my art as a form of escapism but in here, well, i guess there were things that i was trying to escape from too, like the horrible reality of being unenployed in a city you just moved to, a different, more mundane kind of horror when compared to the one i went through the last year but a horror i wanted to escape from all the same.

point being, there is a crack in the world is weird in a lot of ways when compared to the other stories in this list and curiously the only one that resembles it in any way i’d say is Fan.Tastic for the cynicism and bitterness that fueled both stories inceptions.

Final conclussion.

well, there it is, i of course didnt include the myriad of short stories and comics that i made or tried to make, these stories hold a special place because i put some extra bit of effort in them, because every single one was a universe that i dedicated several weeks or months to craft and i’d like to think they say something about me. My therapist once said that the common thread between all of them is that on some level or another, they are all about someone feeling trapped and trying to escape from a situation. this was before WE ARE MAKING A GAME.

i wonder if the theme changed or evolved in some way.

[the-blind-geisha]

If you want… (´･ω･`) could I make a request, and it’s no problem if you don’t want to!

Where a Human-Player!MC was playing the game one day & either as a friend or a special event was able to somehow run into Demiurge, Ulbert somehow took him to a special game event that allowed NPCs. Which somehow leads to Demi getting a crush on them and he somehow gets them stuck in the game permanently to be with him…?

A/N: Sorry this took an eternity for me to get to! I'd be happy to do that! ♥

The NPCs were very rarely ever allowed to journey with their Creators outside of Nazarick or being summoned into dungeons and raids. But once Yggdrasil introduced a new event that would even place NPCs for quests at heteromorphic and humanoid areas for a celebration, the guilds realized their own self-created NPCs could join as well.

There were very few events that allowed a cease fire between both sides, but this was one of those events.

It happened twice a year, and that was it.

Regardless... even as an NPC, Demiurge remembered her.

She was a human, but she was the one human in that world that he could recall ever flattering him and his Creator. In the past, he would have preferred to destroy any and everybody that didn't align with Nazarick, but she was spared his aggressive gaze.

“Oh, I guess your Creator isn't here today, is he, Demiurge?”

He couldn't answer back then. He was just code running with limited abilities in which he could say or do anything. Even his 'speech' was limited to hurt and triumphant noises. With her standing close to him, he merely shifted his head from side to side to show the code HeroHero implemented inside of him.

Walking up to him, she used the /embrace emote to hug his character. The devil responded in kind, as most NPCs could react to a few simple emotes players did around them.

“I won this, by the way.” She dug into her inventory to pull out a flame lily. It was a beautiful flower with petals that reached upwards like a roaring flame, a dazzling yellow and red with orange at the center. “I thought you might like it.”

With the trade offered, the NPC went through the actions it was allowed to do in accepting the trade with someone that was deemed a friend under his list.

“There you go. Maybe now you can feel a bit better, huh?”

With such an item bequeathed to him, Demiurge placed his hand on his chest and bowed.

She gave a funny look. “Huh.. didn't know you could do that without someone telling you to or someone bowing in return...?”

When she said such a thing, the generated NPC's mind began to race.

I did, didn't I...?

¿I ʇ,upᴉp 'pᴉp I

“Well, I better get going,” she insisted.

Using the /blowkiss emote, she watched as Demiurge responded by acting bashful. Though the reaction felt delayed almost... Maybe it was just her imagination. Could be lag.

“Bye! I'll see you next year!”

The eyes opened, crystals glistening off of the light about him. He looked to his hands and turned them over to look at his palms.

For once, the devil was able to move his hands without someone making an action command on his behalf. There was something that was ordering him to go back to being rigid, following a code that remained embedded in his core being. But he did everything to fight that.

I can't let this cease... I have to do something... Demiurge thought frantically, reaching back into his inventory to pull out the flame lily to clip it upon his chest.

Sadly, he was snapped back to an idle pose he was often forced within.

It would take some doing to fight this invisible string that had a hold on him. But no matter what, he would do it. He would see himself freed of whatever was controlling him without even his Creator being nearby.

As the years of the celebration continued, fewer and fewer people arrived to attend. The joys of the gaming world were slowly starting to dwindle till merely NPCs roamed the gaming world with a few player characters.

But that didn't stop the archdevil from attending.

Demiurge waited as he usually did, but this time, he was alone. None of the guild members of Ainz Ooal Gown was there to stand at his side.

Admittedly, he was anxious. What if she wouldn't come? He had sent an email to her, addressing it cryptically. Who would truly come into a video game world if an NPC sent you mail? After all his time of fiddling with the game world data, he knew she would think it a bot or someone trying to trick her.

He had to be vague, but write to her as though he were human.

“So few people here but they said to meet them...!” Her words trailed off when she noticed the only one at Muspelheim's gathering point for the festival. “D-Demiurge...? How in the world did you get here by yourself?!”

She came closer, keeping a curious eye about. She didn't wish to feel tricked by this.

Demiurge didn't have the voice box to speak properly. Instead he used an emote of /hi for greeting before sending a text for her to read.

𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒… 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.

“Who is writing this? It can't be you...” Her words trailed off, feeling a ping of uncertainty. “...can it?”

Demiurge opened the text box once more to type yet again.

𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓊𝓇𝑔𝑒. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒... 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒?

This was getting a bit creepy. Never would she have imagined an NPC would become... real. There was always talks of 'ghosts in the machine' that could go rogue. Was this one of those moments?

Before she could even hope to log out, something seemed to prevent her from doing so.

“What is happening...? How come the logout button is grayed out?”

Demiurge gave a curious frown of concern.

𝒪𝒽, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑜𝒹𝒹. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒟𝑀 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒?

“Oh, umm, that would be very nice of you.” It actually was, maybe she was overthinking it a bit. Maybe being alone for so long, she mistook his words as being weird. Just cool it, she thought to herself. He never was mean to you before. He was always very nice as an NPC.

Before she could even wait for a response, the screen went black. The connection to the game felt like it flat-lined.

Demiurge walked over towards her body, arms behind his back. Opening his mouth, he tried to form words for a moment.

“Mm.. the...re... There...” He knelt down, resting his hand on her back. “It's you and me now, my dear. Now we can be together in this world of paradise... forever.”

[the-blind-geisha]

If you're down for a bit of sads, how about Guild!MC jokingly made a bet with Ulbert for Demiurge's hand in marriage and Demi remembered but she didn't?

A/N: So many intriguing ideas for this one... X3 I love the thought of it. So full of angst and miscommunication! ♥

“Marriage for NPCs aren't a thing,” Demiurge recalled his Creator saying to her.

“Yeah? But the devs could implement it at some point! I mean, c'mon! They just allowed for player characters to marry one another, and for Guild NPCs to be allowed into dungeons.” She smirked. “You know it's coming.”

Ulbert stifled a laugh. “Fine then. If you lose this PVP fight, you'll have to marry my creation then. And don't divorce him either. You have to stay married to him. How does that sound?”

“Don't threaten me with a good time,” she joked.

That was seemingly so long ago.

Regardless, Demiurge recalled it all perfectly. But, nothing seemed to come of it. Whether that was because of these 'devs' or because of other reasons, Demiurge wasn't sure.

Now that he had his own voice, he felt he could bring it up to her. Find the moment to ask.

Maybe she could easily explain a few things. She seemed to be excited about the thought before...

The moment she showed up, the devil bowed. “My Lady, I was wondering if you could spare me a moment of your time?”

“Sure,” she said with a smile. “What do you need, Demi?”

He fixed his tie, wondering how to properly bring up the past that only he seemed to be focusing on. “Mm, I was curious—do you recall the moment Lord Ulbert asked you to marry me?”

The expression she made alone prompted the devil to nearly panic. It was mostly confusion, as though he was making it up.

“Marry you...?” She tried to recall what he was even talking about. It didn't help her memory was always garbage to begin with. Something somebody just told her could easily go in one ear and then out the other. “I'm.. I'm afraid I don't remember anything like that.”

Demiurge's chest tightened. That wasn't the answer he was hoping for...

“Are you certain? You were told to do so if you lost in a PVP match of some sort. Did you actually win that?”

“PVP match?” Again, she tried to remember what it was Demiurge was even talking about. “There were always so many of those, Demi. You'd have to be more specific.”

“What about the marriage to NPCs?” He was grabbing ant anything he could, trying to hope it wasn't just some dream of his.

She shrugged. “I mean, we could marry other players, but there was never any talk about marriage to an NPC.” She laughed. “I wouldn't doubt I was hoping for it, as I am such a weirdo with people in game. I wanted something that wouldn't mind my crazy ass.”

Hearing her say such things, Demiurge stifled a sound of upset. “So you don't remember the talk at all...?”

She shook her head. “I'm sorry. Maybe you're just remembering it wrong?”

That thought hurt him worse than anything. He wanted to believe he had the most brilliant mind in all of Nazarick. To have a Supreme Being say he might be misremembering something was painful.

Seeing the agony on his face, she gently rubbed his upper arm. “Hey, don't get so upset. We all have memory problems now and again. Goodness knows I'm awful at it myself. You could tell me something right now, and I'm sure I'd forget it in a few seconds.”

He wasn't sure what to say to that. The devil merely nodded.

“Anyways, glad we could have this chat. I'll catch you later, okay?” And with that, she continued onward through the tomb's halls.

She doesn't remember... Demiurge thought, pain striking his dead heart. It's as though someone stole her memories on purpose... He looked down at the floor, shaking his head. But who would do such a thing?

[the-blind-geisha]

Is a drabble of yandere dmi okie then? Or nu?

A/N: Yeah! It's totally fine~!

He couldn't understand why he couldn't be with her.

Yes, he had so much he had to do, but it wasn't as though his time was readily available for her.

If she needed an extra person for that mission, he could easily be her bodyguard. Of course he wasn't as strong as her, but he would do his absolute best to protect her anyways—lay his life down for her.

“Another mission where I have to be absent, and it's Sebas who gets to join her,” he growled to himself.

Slamming down the butcher's knife, his tail flicked back and forth in bubbling anger that was hard to ignore.

In the fit of cutting up another 'sheep' to use for food at his farm, all the devil could do was imagine it was Sebas there underneath the blade. Very rarely did he ever let his emotions get the better of him in this situation, but he couldn't help it.

An incoming [Message] threw Demiurge off guard, causing him to stall in what he was doing the moment he recognized the voice as hers.

“My Lady? How can I assist you?”

[Demiurge, I was wondering if you could set aside a few spell scrolls for me when I plan to go out on my next errand for Lord Ainz.]

He chewed his lower lip, wondering if he should ask.

His curiosity got the better of him. “Who is going with you, my Lady? You need a guard with you at all times.” Even if she was a Supreme Being, she had lost a few levels recently having been revived from an attack none saw coming.

[I know, silly. Sebas or Yuri will probably be going with me.]

Demiurge huffed his frustrations through his nostrils as his blooded hands moved his thumb over the knife in his possession.

“My Lady, may I ask for you to visit my farm for a moment?” Demiurge wasn't sure what was rushing through his own mind, but several chaotic thoughts were leaving him winded—unable to think. It would be the first time in awhile that were to be the case.

[Oh? Me? Is it important?]

“Yes, it does require immediate attention. If you'd be so kind, of course.”

Demiurge was lying. He knew if he said it wasn't, he probably would never see her before him. At least, not for several days depending on this new quest she would be on.

[Alright. I'll be there momentarily. I have to relay information to Lord Ainz first.]

“Of course, my Lady.” Ending the [Message], he looked over the blooded butcher's knife once more before slamming it back down into the targeted corpse he had been chopping away at.

It took no time at all for her to [Teleport] outside of the ranch's borders. She knew Demiurge used it for these 'bipedal sheep', but that was the gist of it.

For whatever reason, the place smelled foul. She did her best to be kind as she joined Demiurge in the main building that was his office.

Upon entering, she felt a bit uneasy when doing so. There was only one light source, and it was the devil that was blocking it, giving an ominous atmosphere to the building.

She always did feel a bit unsettled with Demiurge having come to life. She knew everything Ulbert put into his creation, and it was a reason she went out of her way at times to avoid him. Unless it was urgent.

“I came as soon as I could, Demiurge. So what seems to be the problem?”

Demiurge turned, offering a smile that was covered in blood. “My Lady, it is wonderful to see you.”

She bit back the sound she wished to make. “Oh, umm... You have a bit of blood on your face.”

Demiurge dug into his breast pocket, taking his handkerchief and wiping it away. “Forgive me. I didn't realize that was still there. Now then, I was wondering if you could check something for me while you're here, my Lady.”

“And what is that?”

He motioned for her to follow him into the next room where a giant cage laid in wait. “You see, these 'sheep' of mine are paired with demi-humans on occasion. Just to see if other scrolls can be put into the mix.” He made it up to the cage, opening the door. “I wanted to be certain that it is impossible for a strong entity to make it through these bars with the right enchantment.”

There was something buzzing in his tone that was making her hair stand on end. It was so unsettling. “O-Okay then...”

Stepping towards the cage, Demiurge shut the door behind her. With a special incantation he had acquired, he watched as the entire cage seemed to glow. Giant, magical chains latched onto the cage, showing the lock was sealed before it disappeared.

“Alright, now try everything you can to get out.”

She took in a deep breath and used her weaker spells first. Nothing seemed to come of it, allowing her to go up the tier list to find if anything would put a dint in this.

Nothing.

A lot of her higher spells were locked as of late, since she lost the levels in which she could use them.

“I would say demi-humans can't do tier spells beyond level 5 or so. Wouldn't you agree, Demiurge?” She was doing her best not to show her discomfort in the situation. “Well, I would say it's functional. Your ranch should be fine now. So please, let me out.”

“But you can be here with me, my Lady,” Demiurge insisted. “Wouldn't that be better than running all over this world with only a few weaker, unintelligent beings of Nazarick to assist you?”

Now the tone was far more darker than before. It made her step back in the cage she found herself within. “D-Demiurge, release me this instant...!”

The devil shook his head with a sigh. “So you still don't understand what I'm trying to do for you—for us.” He moved closer, reaching through the bars to try and touch her face. “It can just be you and me—!”

Slapping away his hand, she gave a rather furious expression at his behavior.

Demiurge retreated his hand from the cage, rubbing it as it only pained him a little bit. “I see then...” He sounded displeased; hurt even. “Perhaps if you stay here for a moment, you can rethink your viewpoints where we're concerned, my Lady.”

[the-blind-geisha]

If you’re still taking requests, how about Demiurge showing off his well-bred, pregnant prized ewe? (I saw what you sent on Discord 😏)

A/N: HAHA! When I saw you screaming about it under that channel, I died. Yes, a very lovely idea. X3

Being a prized ewe to the devilish ambassador, there certainly was never a dull moment.

In all his attempts, he finally got her pregnant. It felt as though it took forever—far longer than it would have taken if she were paired with another human.

“So, crossbreeding between humans and demons is possible and not just a mere fairy tale of sorts,” Demiurge mused aloud. However, he considered his genetics to be more powerful than any other demon out there.

So he chalked it up to the fact it was him who bred her over any other of his subordinates he would even dare consider sharing with. He was the reason for the miracle.

But regardless, he never accounted for this. Trying to find her clothing that would be suitable had to be tailored by himself. And of course, he went out of his way to hide his considerate behavior behind the fact he didn't want to harm her or the baby. In doing so, the devil would gift her with very revealing choices for clothes.

The worst part of any nightmare occurred when Demiurge was asked to attend a gathering of sorts in one of the nearby kingdoms on The Sorcerer Kingdom's behalf.

She, of course, had to go as well... but in a dress that covered up pretty much the bare minimum.

“Are you sure this is... okay?” she asked, trying to make sure the slit gown didn't expose her panties and pregnant stomach underneath.

“It will be fine,” Demiurge insisted. He had dawned the Jaldabaoth mask and persona, having the world believe Ainz had conquered him. “Besides, I will be there to protect you. Don't you trust me?”

She nodded, even if there was something that made her uneasy about the situation.

When everybody at the gathering would go silent and look in their direction, she couldn't tell if they were doing that because of her or because of the so-called Demon Emperor that had terrorized some of the nearby cities.

The whispers were hard to listen in on but, through it all, she clung to his side like he was her only safety.

“G-Greetings, Emperor Jaldabaoth,” Jircniv called nervously.

“Greetings, Emperor Jircniv,” Demiurge responded in kind.

The human emperor couldn't help but stare down at the woman at his side. “I, umm... I see you have a captive of sorts?”

Everybody could tell Jircniv couldn't understand what the best name to use for this woman was. No doubt everybody was under the assumption that's why she was there.

“No,” Demiurge answered firmly. “She's mine, and it was I who got her pregnant.”

Everyone in the room seemed either horrified or intrigued. Even this world didn't seem to welcome the thought of half demon children.

He grinned underneath the mask as he grabbed her wrists, bringing them together to pull above her head. “You can look if you so wish to. Besides, I wanted to show off my accomplishment.”

She was shaking, not sure how to feel about her swollen belly being on display for others to view.

But, as expected, some of the men in the room came closer to lift the revealing gown out of the way to view her stomach a bit better. Apparently, some were in disbelief. Nobody wanted to actually believe a demon could get a human woman pregnant while others were more fascinated by it in other ways.

Feeling strangers touching her made the woman quiver. If there was any hand she wanted on her body, it was to be Demiurge's.

But the devil delighted in her agony. He wanted her to compare the touch they could offer to his own. His twisted grin in her discomfort was hidden from sight.

Jircniv showed his unease a bit when looking at her swollen belly. “Ah, what do you plan to do with it once it's born, my Lord?”

Demiurge caught something in the emperor's voice. His head snapped in Jircniv's direction, the red of the eyes glowing rather ominously. “It is my baby, and I plan on raising it.”

The human emperor was taken a bit back by that answer.

“She is mine to breed with, Emperor Jircniv...” Demiurge continued, almost as a warning. “...and this is merely one instance out of several she'll be heavy with my child.”

[the-blind-geisha]

Lil’ request inspired by what went down in episode 5: Demiurge is feeling a bit down because Albedo’s being a bitch and his favorite lady (could be SB mc or a human mc that Demi keeps as a cherished pet) notices this and decided to do something to cheer him up. Sfw or nsfw is up to you ;)

A/N: I swear, it broke my heart!! Q_Q I love Albedo with my whole dang soul, but that wrecked me to PIECES when she said what she did to him... *Deep breath*. Okay. This should heal it.

Was he a failure?

Demiurge couldn't help but ponder such a heavy question after his talk with Albedo prior. He always wanted to work best he could beneath the Supreme Beings. However, after finding out through the Leader of the Floor Guardians, no less, he had failed... he felt useless.

She knocked on his door, calling out to the Seventh Floor Guardian. “Demiurge?”

Hearing the voice of his Lady, Demiurge did his best to straighten up. He fixed his tie and made sure there wasn't a single blemish on his suit.

Entering into his bedroom, she looked to the devil with concern. “Whatever is the matter? It is rare you retreat to your bedroom so hastily after a talk with Albedo.”

He wasn't sure he should say. Demiurge just did his best to smile. “Ah, it is nothing you need concern yourself with, my Lady.”

She folded her hands before her attire, coming closer with a shake of her head. “No, I do concern myself with it. I wish for there to only be happiness in your future.”

Hearing such a wish made the devil tense, his hands clutching his pant legs tightly in disbelief she would wish such a thing of him. “My Lady, forgive me but... according to Albedo, I have failed miserably.”

“How? Why in the world would she ever say such a thing!” She sat beside him, placing her hand upon his shoulder in hopes to calm him.

Demiurge lowered his head, shaking it as though refusing to say why. He figured she'd know if anything.

Her fingertips touched upon his chin, urging him to look at her. “Demiurge, you are one of the most brilliant minds of Nazarick. Don't fault yourself because you are unable to do everything you believe Ainz or myself may desire.”

“But, my Lady, I—!”

“Shh,” she cooed, bringing his head closer to rest upon her chest. At times, she often felt like she was taking care of a child. He over thought situations so much that it would ruin him. He didn't deserve to put himself through such stress.

Resting on her chest, the devil blushed. He was relieved his face was hidden, so she wouldn't have the ability to witness such a thing. The devil's tail buzzed with excitement, his dead heart beating wildly in his chest.

“Whatever I can do to make you feel better, I will gladly do so.”

“I am unworthy of such a request, my Lady...!” Demiurge couldn't even think of what he would possibly want. Suddenly, his tail stopped moving as a thought dawned on him. Anything I could possibly desire? Demiurge hummed. “My Lady?”

“Yes?”

He pulled away from the hug just a bit, not wishing for her arms to retreat from where they rested on his shoulders. “Perhaps mmm... If I could request one thing to make me feel better, it would be a kiss.”

Her eyes widened, hands moving from where they rested. “Oh, you mean on the cheek?”

Demiurge shook his head. “Mm, on the lips.” He tapped on the exact spot for extra measure.

“O-Okay,” she stuttered, not expecting for this to be the answer. “If it'll make you happy, I'll be delighted to fulfill this request.” She took in a deep breath before cradling his cheeks to bring him closer to kiss.

The moment her lips touched his, Demiurge felt all the sorrow and anger towards himself evaporate upon every second she allowed it to linger. His own hand in kind reached towards her, rubbing the delicate skin with his thumb as he enjoyed in the taste of her breath. It invigorated the demon. Even when she pulled away for just a moment, he breathed his desire. “Please, longer.”

“I...” She wasn't sure what to say. Denying him something that could make him happy wasn't within her to do. Taking another steady breath like she was about to dive under water, she inched closer to him once more, tilting her head to the side to kiss the devil as he so wanted.

The crooked nose of the creature rubbed sweetly near the side of her own. What once started off as what she expected to be a single peck on the lips deepened. Demiurge's tongue rolled sweetly against her lips, begging for entrance to do more—taste of more.

She wasn't expecting that. Her heart leapt in her chest, but she allowed it. Her lips parted as the demon's tongue snaked into her mouth to caress against her own wet muscle to savor her breath and her saliva as though it were sweet nectar.

D-Demiurge...! she thought to herself, unable to even pull away.

Demiurge's hands drifted to her lower jaw line, caressing her in loving want for more. As her own tongue was near his lips, he was delicate and suckled upon it to entice the fiery bloom within his chest as well as her own.

Pulling from the kiss at that moment, she breathed out in a panic—the string of saliva breaking from their union. “S-Sorry, Demiurge, but I cannot—!”

Realizing he must have stepped out of line, he began to worry once more. “My Lady! It is I who should ask for your forgiveness! I shouldn't have been so bold as to assume you wanted more!”

Her eyes darted back and forth, sucking in her lower lip as she shook her head. “N-No, it's fine, it... It was...kinda nice, really.”

“Eh?” Demiurge wasn't expecting that remark, making him give her a curious look.

“I, umm!” She eeped, not knowing what she was saying to begin with. Reaching over, she pat him on the head like he was a mere dog or a child who did good. “E-Excuse me, Demiurge! I-I have things to do! Err, keep up the good work! As always! You're great and umm...Y-Yeah! You're great!”

“My Lady, I—!”

He couldn't even say a word, she had already hurried out of the room, trying to calm her heart down from such an intimate exchange. Of course she loved it, but she wasn't sure what Ainz would say about her being so loving with a former NPC....

[the-blind-geisha]

Demiurge comes home after a long day’s work at his ranch to find mc cooking him a tasty homemade meal and wearing nothing but one of those 50’s housewife aprons ;)

Working at his ranch was enjoyable for a twisted soul such as Demiurge, but he was always happy to return home to Nazarick—return home to the woman he had taken in as his partner.

Heading to his bedroom on the Ninth Floor, he noted a delicious smell from just beyond the door. He knew she would be there, but he was confused as to why the strong smell of meat would be emanating from his room and not the canteen.

The moment he allowed himself inside, he stifled the gasp in his throat.

She was wearing an apron but...only an apron. With her backside exposed to him, he did everything he could not to react. Upon hearing the devil there behind her, she turned and smiled brightly.

“Oh! Welcome home, Demiurge!” She held out a plate of food she had been finishing up. “Did you have a nice day?”

His grin faltered into a confused frown. Not that he didn't enjoy what he saw, he was just shocked by it still. “Ah. Mm.” He hummed with a nod. “How were you able to cook this in my room?”

She motioned to the small cooking set. “Lord Ainz told me he had something like this and that I could use it.” Coming closer, she brought the food into view with a sweet wiggle of her hips. “Do you not like it?” Thinking the smell might be offensive, she bit at her lower lip. “D-Did I do a bad thing?”

Noticing her worry she might have made him upset, he shook his head swiftly. “N-No, no, my dear.” He pushed his glasses up the slope of his nose. “I just wasn't expecting food could be cooked anywhere but at the canteen or at my ranch. It was a bit of a surprise to witness, but a welcome one all the same.”

She was closer now. The plate was the only thing separating him and her. A demon didn't require food, sleep, or even water. Other necessities were hardly so, but he couldn't deny them...

“Did you want to eat the food? I made it just for you.”

Demiurge's dead heart was beating wildly in his chest. Food wasn't exactly on his mind right now. Not when she was dressed like her own meal being offered to him. He took the tray she had in her possession. “You made it, so of course. I wouldn't eat it otherwise.” His twisted grin returned. “However, it's not just this meal you're offering to me, is it?”

Her cheeks warmed as she glanced away. “Umm, well I... I-If you have time...” Her legs pressed together as she fidgeted. “I know you're quite tired sometimes, and I don't want to impose or anything...”

A soft sputter of a laugh filled the air as he took the meal and placed it on the nearby table in his bedroom. “I am a demon, my dear. Sleep isn't a necessity.” Facing her, he grabbed his tie and loosened it just a bit with a grin that expressed his own inner 'hunger' all the more. “Besides, I'll always find time for you.”

[the-blind-geisha]

Could you write something about a modern Demi jerking off and fantasizing about his roomate MC? Maybe going into her room and using some…stuff to help

A/N: Oof! Sorry this took me awhile, anon. A lot of stuff came up that made it hard to focus on. Thanks for being patient!

She sometimes worked late. Demiurge at least had that on his side.

It had been difficult for him rooming with a human and trying to pretend he could be normal—just like her.

Having an acute sense of smell was torture at times. While he didn't mind her bathing products, the one thing that would drive me to seclusion from her was when she was in a human form of heat.

It was such an odd topic to ever bring up. So much so, he refused to ever do so... especially since Demiurge had a small crush on her.

That euphoric sensation had arisen anew, making it hard to focus. With her gone, he took it upon himself to sneak into her bedroom just down the hall.

The smell was the strongest on her clothing and in her bed. But there was one thing he could always rely on to assist him in this time of need—the underwear she wore at night. She wore revealing clothing during the summer time. It was practically just undergarments. He couldn't say that bothered him at all.

Making it onto the covers of her bed with a stolen pair of that nightly underwear he saw her in, he laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling.

His metal tail began to swish back and forth as his mind overran with thoughts of her. Bringing the undergarment close to his nose, he inhaled the intoxicating sent to which only encouraged his cock all the more.

Demiurge dug into his pants, pulling out his erection to begin stroking it steadily.

A heavy breath filled the air as he moved the sensitive skin over the head of his manhood till it could no longer do so. The sensation mounted with each intoxicating sniff of her marred clothing.

His mind wandered, envisioning grabbing her and forcing her down on the very bed he was on at that moment. With her request, he had bound her wrists with a single grip as she was bent over for him to enjoy.

She panted, face flushed while looking over her shoulder at him. The look in her eyes said everything—she wanted him to continue. Her legs even spread apart as her fingers curled.

“F-Fuck me... Please, Demiurge...! I want to feel what a demon cock is like...!”

His erection jerked in his grasp as a throaty moan managed to scrape past his lips just imagining such a thing being ordered of him. The devil gripped upon himself tighter as he stroked firmly with the thought of how tight and wet she could be.

He spoke her name again and again, vividly thinking of how loud it would sound with his thighs slamming into hers. The lewd, wet squelching noise that her wet womanhood could make while he thrust within her again and again.

“I wish to take you... so badly...!” he pleaded, gritting his teeth in desperation of the dream to turn into a reality.

He wanted more than anything to have her scent fill the room and make him go wild. Even now, it was like a drug he couldn't be without.

Stroking faster and harder to match the rhythm in his mind, saliva dribbled down the corner of his mouth as he could hear her begging for release. She needed it, wanted it—demanded it. She was so loud in his vision that it was hard for him to even imagine the bed moaning from their actions.

“Come inside of me...! Please...! Fuck...! I can't take it anymore...!” She was resting her face on the covers, her mind obviously in a daze. He wanted to think hard on her about to lose control all because of him.

Demiurge fantasized himself inching closer, whispering near her ear. “As you wish...!”

Just the thought of teasing her in such a way, he couldn't hold back any longer. The pre-release dribbled down his shaft before finally his cock tensed and a far more heavier stream came forth. A strong burst at first before it started to weaken, making his length and his fingers.

[the-blind-geisha]

If you’re feeling up to it, could you perhaps do a sequel to the latest prized ewe drabble that took place at a ball/gal- in Jircniv’s castle? One in which Demi fucks his prized ewe in said castle with everyone (including Jircniv) hearing them throughout the night? Thanks! :3

A/N: Of course! I'd love to! ;P

[ Part 1 ]

It wasn't that difficult to sneak her away to have his fun with her during the ball. That part was easy enough seeing as Demiurge could excuse himself on occasion for whatever 'reason' he cared to come up with.

However, he was still expected to remain at the Emperor's castle and be a guest of sorts.

Demiurge still had to take in the castle, get an idea for their defenses and make sure no items could be in the area that could overturn the battle with The Sorcerer Kingdom if the Baharuth Empire ever decided to break their alliance.

The chill that evening made her rub her exposed arms, trying to get warm as she attempted to keep up with her Master. Noticing her reaction as they ventured about the castle that late evening, he grabbed tightly onto her shoulder.

“Something wrong, my pet?”

The way he touched her made a knot swell in her stomach, her emotions raging all the wilder. Still, she didn't want to instigate him. She knew what he was capable of—what he would do if she so much as gave him an opening.

“I... It's just a bit...cold.” She looked up at him, the devil still wearing the mask over his face to pretend to be Jaldabaoth. It always made him feel so much more sinister. It was harder to guess how he was feeling when his face was covered.

“Oh? Merely cold?”

There was an odd inflection upon his words, making her anxious. She nodded.

Looking about the hallway they were in, Demiurge noted not a single being was nearby. If anything, they must have all been asleep. The only scent he could catch was Jircniv's, but that was because his bedroom was nearby.

Taking note of that, he stifled a smirking sound in his throat. He hadn't forgotten the things the emperor said prior about his prized ewe.

“Well, I am certain I can easily warm you right here and now.”

Hearing such a thing, a heat rose upon her cheeks and she trembled. “I, umm.. I'm sure I'll be fine, Master.”

“Oh, but you just said you were cold. How about I assist you, pet?”

Before she could even hope to make up anymore excuses, Demiurge guided her to the nearby railing of the castle banister. Mindful of where her pregnant stomach was, he grabbed onto the back of her neck to urge her to gaze downward at those that worked in the castle still.

The devil's gloved hand moved about her exposed skin, trailing up and over her curved ass with the desire to do so much more. His erotic touch even teased her exposed womanhood, which was begging to be entered.

Shit... Please, no! People are still around! she thought in desperation. Her eyes looked over her shoulders at where the door to the Emperor's own bedroom laid. Even Jircniv's room is right there! Does he not care?!

Of course not.

Without any hesitation, she could hear him undoing his pants and the head of his cock rubbed sloppily against her quivering body.

Her hands gripped the ornate railing, doing her all to stifle any noises she wanted to make.

“Don't be that way, my pet,” he encouraged, inching closer to her ear. Grabbing the chin of the mask, he pulled it up and out of his way for a mere moment to let his words carry a bit more personally to her ear without the aid of a spell. “These worms would be fools to be upset about how I choose to spend my time here.”

The knot worsened all the more. The budding paradise within her gut twisted into something resembling thorns she so badly wanted to touch. And it was there she felt him push inside of her inch by inch.

“Sh-Shit...!” she cried out, her grip tightening. She tried to bite her lower lip, preventing herself from being more vocal as her entrance stretched to meet his girth.

Demiurge's hand was swift to move to her swollen belly, protecting it the moment he thrust himself inside of her. “Be as loud as you want, my dear. Nothing is stopping you,” he reminded her. “Just be careful. I know you humans can easily lose a child, and I don't want that to happen to our baby.”

Maybe it was the hormones, but it was the first time in awhile she felt snappy. “Th-Then maybe you shouldn't be doing this, you—!”

The devil stuck his fingers inside of her mouth, prompting the words to be stalled in her throat.

“I'll do as I please. You are mine, after all.”

He thrust once more, making her scream in retaliation even if it was something her body was craving. Every slow thrust inside of her made her knees buckle. The fact the devil was buried deep inside of her again made her want to lose control.

As she continued to moan loudly against his probing fingers, she found herself shocked when he removed them right in time for her cries to reverberate loudly about the halls.

“Keep at it, pet,” he ordered, his hand moving down her swollen belly to just under it to hold the child in a loving manner.

His clothed thighs struck against her bare skin, making her feel weak at every possible moment. Each time he stifled a grunt, any words spoke to her were wet with greed for more.

“Gods be damned...! I can't hold on...!” she whined.

“You better not cum yet, pet,” Demiurge ordered sternly. “I've hardly had my fun with you.” His grip returned to the back of her neck as he urged her face down on the marble railing. The rough thrusting would sometimes slow down, allowing the lewd dampness of their union to fill the air. “You certainly are quite wet for someone who doesn't wish to do this.”

The emperor was for sure going to hear all of this... No doubt he wasn't happy. She could only imagine the looks, not to mention, the scolding she'd receive later on in the morning.

[the-blind-geisha]

Me 'running' from Demiurge when he wants to take me away to his Happy Farm

[the-blind-geisha]

[ PERSON ] + Tell them something about a person they value

What would be Demiurges reaction to finding out that his lady was formerly a human?

He was...confused.

A human? A worthless plaything that he had done unspeakable things to in the past?

"I...I'm not..." Demiurge's words quivered. He was at a loss. It was one thing to toy with humans he saw as lesser, but now knowing what he had about his Lady...

He felt as though he had spit in her face and tormented, damning, hating the very thing she once was.

A part of him wanted to feel anger. Say it wasn't true, tearing apart her portrait in the process. But, the other part...

His teeth showed, lips curling back as though he were growling in anger, but the sparkling tears that cascaded down his cheeks said otherwise.

The other emotion that fought with anger was sadness. Not in a fit of denial, but if he had known the truth, he would have done things different. Acted far different.

"I'm... there are no words I can speak that would even be worthy of forgiveness," he muttered, his words continuing to tremble as he did so. "Please, please... forgive my past..."