Just a small intergalactic Merfairy with a big heart and bigger imagination. Cis, She/Her pronouns, 24, lover of multiple fandoms, friend of unicorns, witches, mermaids, and Fae.
You were once the demon king. “Defeated” by the hero, you went into hiding to pursue a simpler life. Today the “hero” has appeared, threatening you family to pay tribute, not realizing who you actually are. Today you show them what happens when you have something worth fighting to protect.
You are told at seven that you won’t ever do anything good
in your life. You grow up knowing that it doesn’t matter that you help your
younger sister make her letters properly or that you’re the one who stays up
late with mother when too many custom orders come through the tailor shop. It
doesn’t matter that you don’t want to hurt anyone or control anyone or anything
of the sort. It doesn’t matter that your name means Light in your
mother’s native language because as soon as they realize that you’re the Demon
King, no one ever calls your name again.
You are chased out of your village the moment your powers
bloom at fifteen years old, and the skies turn black with your fear. A rock
hits you between your shoulder blades just as you make it to the main road and
you stumble, falling to your knees in a mud puddle at the very moment the skies
open up.
“She’s cursing us!” the midwife who delivered you screams
over the thunder. “She’s damning us with her!”
Your mother is crying, but she doesn’t raise a hand to help
you. She did everything she could, keeping your Role a secret all these years.
She won’t risk anymore with another little girl to take care of.
No one tells you that you have a choice. No kind stranger
drags you out of the rain and into the warmth of their home where a wise sage
tells you it is not how we are born, but what choices we make.
Instead, you take the little pack your mother hid for you in
the depths of the forest and sling it over your shoulder. There’s money,
provisions, and more wraps to cover the evil mark on your left bicep.
“Your destiny will find you,” your mother told you only
hours ago. “I forgive you for it.”
She meant the words as a comfort, but you only heard
condemnation in it. Without having killed so much as a fly, she is already
blessing you with forgiveness.
Marvelous has announced Rune Factory 4 Special and Rune Factory 5 for Switch. Rune Factory 4 is a fully remastered version of the original 3DS title and will launch worldwide later in 2019. Rune Factory 5 will launch in 2020.
Here is an overview of Rune Factory 4 Special, via Nintendo.com:
About
The joys of growing crops, catching fish, cooking, and even raising monsters return in Rune Factory 4 Special for Nintendo Switch!
See what the heart-pounding newlywed life has in store for you, new to this version of the game! Experience this legendary fantasy adventure like never before and embark on exciting escapades with your favorite characters in the brand new Newlywed Mode!
Key Features
Explore an expansive fantasy world, reborn in gorgeous HD!
Experience special episodes with your spouse in the brand new “Newlywed Mode”
Even seasoned players can challenge themselves with a new difficulty mode
Enjoy new in-game cutscenes and an updated opening movie
Watch a trailer for Rune Factory 4 Special below. View the first screenshots at the gallery. Visit the Rune Factory 4 Special official website here and Rune Factory 5 teaser website here.
You wrote a novel about a demon falling in love with a human. Then, you summon a demon in order to get “real” feedback and constructive criticism. To your surprise, the demon laughs at your work.
You told me from the
start that you couldn’t love.
But still my heart
yearned for some response.
My hand reached out in
the dark, hoping to touch you.
But only emptiness was
there to meet it.
I danced around the fiery pentagram, chanting in Latin while
dripping blood from a small cut on my finger into the center of the drawing
made of grave dirt and bone, all the while keeping an eye out on the clock on
the mantel.
I only had 15 minutes before my casserole was done.
Finishing the chant with the ease of years of practice, I
leaned back to avoid the plume of Hellfire that spewed from the portal that
opened up. Changing out of my ceremonial robes, I got back into my comfy
pajamas and checked on my casserole while the new arrival was settling in.
She stood about eight feet tall, her head brushing the light
fixture on the ceiling in my living room. Her four arms ended in long claws
that dripped venom, making me glad that I thought to put a stain resistant
rubber mat underneath the summoning circle. Her eyes burned with the flames of
Hell, the fire that continuously lived within her, the source of her power. She
grinned at me when I walked in with a bowl of my freshly made casserole,
showing rows upon rows of pointed teeth.
“Hey Kara, is there any casserole left for me?”
I waved with my spoon before sitting down to dig into my
meal.
“Hey Baph, help yourself, it’s in the kitchen. I couldn’t
remember whether or not Satan still had you on the meat ban so left side is
vegetarian.”
“Nah he forgot all about that six months ago.”
“Probably shouldn’t scare the tourists by pretending to be
him next time though.”
Baphotera, the sixth highest lieutenant in Hell, sat down
across from me, laughing as she began to eat the casserole as well.
“Yeah, but it was too funny showing up at a Satanist meeting
and telling them to “Go out and do good deeds.”
She shook her head. “They were so confused!”
“Yeah, and Satan was pissed.”
“Ugh, I had to be a vegetarian for a year, don’t remind me.”
She chewed the pasta with obvious relish. “Either way, Kara, I’m sure you
didn’t summon me to help you eat your dinner, much as I appreciate the home-cooked meal. What’s going on?”
I stared down at my bowl, a little unsure of how to begin.
“So… your brother may be a little pissed at me come tomorrow.”
“Valaac?” She cocked her head to the side, confused. “What
did you do to piss him off?”
“Well… remember when we stopped talking last year?” She
nodded to my question, obviously still confused. “I was really mad… and kind of
drunk… and I maybe just sorta…” I paused and spoke out the rest in a quiet
rush. “Wrote a book using him as the main character.”
Baph laughed loudly, one of her hands slapping her knee.
“Okay, that sounds pretty funny, but why…”
“I finished it in the same night, and submitted it to my
best friend Alice who’s in publishing. She thought it was hilarious that I
drunk emailed her a book manuscript, and got the whole dang thing published and
only told me today.”
“That’s… weird… but why would…”
“Look at it.” I handed it over to her, shuddering at the
picture of a handsome, passionate looking young man with computer drawn devil
horns added on that graced the cover. Baph glanced at the picture on the front
with a chuckle, and then read the back cover, her green face turning more and
more blue and she did.
“This… is a crappy teen romance novel.”
“Yep.”
“You made him into an intense brooding romance lead paired
with the most Mary Sue female lead ever.”
My head ducked down. “Yep.”
“You used his real name?!!!”
“Umm… only the first half. They can’t forcibly summon him
without the second half.”
“But he’ll still hear it when they try. There’s going to be so many teenage girls
trying to summon him once they read this… it will drive him insane!”
I scraped the bottom of my bowl with my spoon, but it was
empty. “I realize that. It was the point of writing it… I think. I was really,
REALLY drunk when I wrote this.”
Baph finally broke. She laughed, so hard that she fell out
of her chair and rolled around on the floor. I let her go on, having time to do
the dishes and put away the leftovers before she finally calmed down.
women who perform sexual acts on underage boys deserve to be thrown under the prison never to see the light of day again right next to the men who perform sexual acts on underage girls
and if you disagree you don’t deserve to be around kids. i wouldn’t trust you with my toenail much less a child
