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Saint Light is not very pleased. After the whole fiasco that happened in Langord the Hero Clan was now down by a bunch of members and he’s now forced to work overtime to compensate for both Bishop/Skysword’s tomfoolery and the lack of available heroes. The fact that his pet dog decided to go rouge and hunt down some new prey further added on to his already growing irritation. 

Sighing, Saint Light looks down at his phone and checks the time. It was five minutes until nine, five minutes until his dog is supposed to come home, five minutes until it gets punished. 

The door to his residence opens. Ismiral walks in wearing some casual clothes, its hair tied back into its usual immaculate high ponytail. It wondered why exactly Saint Light called it; they haven’t met up since before the war even started so Ismiral is left completely clueless as to what he wants. 

“Do you still have your collar, dog?” Saint Light didn’t bother to glance in Ismiral’s direction. He was currently giving it the cold shoulder.

Ismiral gulped nervously, “Y-yes sir!”

It quickly fidgeted in its pocket and pulled out a dog collar. Picking up on their owners terrible mood, Ismiral quickly fastened the collar around its neck before getting down on its knees and awaiting further instruction. 

Saint Light turned around and looked down at his disobedient dog. He walked over towards it and reached out behind it to grab a leash off the wall. It looked up with wide curious eyes, wondering what its owner has in store for it today.

Fastening the leash onto Ismiral’s dog collar, Saint Light roughly yanked it back. Ismiral let out a gasp, resisting the urge to claw at its neck and try to get some air.

Saint Light just stared down at it, “You’ve been a naughty dog here lately. It’s about time you get punished for your actions.” 

And then they fuck. Yadda yadda the end.

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      Glass could be heard shattering from a nearby public bathroom. A man stood in front of the mirror panting heavily, blood dripping from his hands as he stared at the partially intact mirror in front of him. 

      Out of all days, today had to be the day the voices act up. They kept pounding it into his head that he was never going to be right, never going to be normal, never going to fully be whole. 

      He’s never fully felt comfortable in his skin. At age 13 he began questioning rather or not he’s truly a man. It started off innocently with him looking at other women and noting how he wished he could look just like them, then men who always seemed to dress up so immaculately whilst he wore baggy clothes that did little to help. 

       When he started to work out and train to accomplish his lifelong dream the voices only seemed to have gotten worse. He now looks masculine, yet for some reason he felt empty and unsatisfied on the inside. His facial features are slightly softer, his eyes significantly feminine. That and his physical appearance—staring at himself in the mirror wondering why he wasn’t born normal, why he had to be born like this—it only reaffirmed what the voices have been telling him all along: you’re broken and will never be whole.

      Effi had reassured him that he was normal, that he was perfect in every way—but her words had little to no effect on him. All he did was put on a smile and pretend that he was fine, that she had fixed the problem. 

      But she didn’t. Things have only gotten worse, especially after he became a hero.

      He’s used to seeing visions now. He’s used to hearing more voices and watching dead corpses drag themselves towards him crying ‘SAVEMESAVEMESAVEMESAVEME’ as their hands overtake his physical form. He’s even seen Nereid’s dead corpse lay there near him, her eyes lifeless like they had been since Bishop killed her during the war. He’s dealt with mental health issues his whole life (which how did the Clan not put him through a psychological exam is beyond his own comprehension), so this isn’t new to him. He’s used to faking emotions and he’ll continue to do so.

      Glancing down at his bloodied hands, he just simply let his Gift heal the wounds before walking out of the bathroom. He couldn’t look at himself right now. He already knew that he was a freak, an abomination that shouldn’t exist. 

      He honestly wished that Bishop had killed him that day. Maybe that would’ve sparred him of his suffering.

      No, he couldn’t think such thoughts. He had plans, plans he needs to accomplish. He couldn’t afford to slack off.

      He refused to let such petty things distract him from his goal… even if it costed him his mental wellbeing. 

       Having a sword pointed at your throat by your enemy was not exactly how he anticipated this fight to go. Kasha (IHWA, HER NAME IS IHWA) is a formidable opponent. She had him outmatched in numerous areas, especially in the Gift department—she’s been developing hers for years whilst he had just recently started. It’s been tiring, but in the end she had won and he was at her mercy.

     He let out a laugh, finally relieved that his suffering would soon finally end.

      “Gogyeol?” Ihwa looked genuinely concerned, staring down at the broken man in front of her. Her comrades gathered around to watch the spectacular; the once pure hero Chaser reduced to such a state. It truly was a sight to be seen.

      “Come on, finish me! You’re the Hero Killer, right? Kill me! Make me repent for my sins!” 

      Ihwa slightly lowered her sword, unsure of what her next move would be. Would it even be worth killing him? He did attempt to murder her numerous times in the last couple of weeks, but the man in front of her was starkly different from the man she had grown to known during the hero trials. He was clearly mentally ill, one step away from killing himself.

       She still remained firm, her hand grasping onto the hilt of her sword. It was her duty as the Hero Killer to decide his fate; he had done numerous crimes on top of attempted murder, granted most of them were on villains but even his wrath extended to heroes. For once, Ihwa didn’t know what to do. 

      “I…” Ihwa paused, trying to figure out what to say. “You need help, Gogyeol. You’re not the same man you once were.”

      “Have I ever been sane, Ihwa? I’ve been hearing voices in my head since I was young, always constantly telling me that I’m broken, that I’m never going to be fully whole. Hell every time I look at myself in the mirror I don’t even recognize myself, all I see is a monster that should’ve been put down long ago.” He raked a hand down his face, his nails digging into his skin. “I don’t even know who I am anymore. Am I a hero? A villain? A man? Woman? All I know is that I’m a freak of nature, one who shouldn’t even exist in this world anymore…”

      Ihwa stared at him, at the way his body was shaking, at the way he was breathing—almost like he was relieved to finally vent. She knew what it felt like to be in his position. She herself had originally been born in the wrong body. It wasn’t until she was in her early teens that she fully recognized that she was a woman and transitioned. Thankfully the old man didn’t care much about what was in her pants, instead he just focused on making sure she was trained enough to go out in the world and complete her revenge. 

       To Ihwa, it seemed that Gogyeol is experiencing gender dysphoria among other issues. She didn’t want to place any labels on him, but she’s 100% certain that he could very well be nonbinary. Does he know about the LGBTQIA+? The wide gender spectrum? That there are resources out there to help him through these things? Probably not, but the most Ihwa could do now was spare him and hope for the best.

      Lowering her sword completely, Ihwa spoke up. “You’re not a freak, Gogyeol. I understand what you’re going through right now, or well… at least with the gender stuff.”

      Gogyeol stopped what he was doing, glancing at Ihwa and noticing the sincerity in her eyes. 

      Ihwa continued, “I, too also grew up feeling out of place. I was originally born as a male, but I never felt like one. It wasn’t until I got older that I realized I was a woman, so I transitioned and the rest was history.”

     Gogyeol was confused. He knew some stuff about the LGBTQIA+ community, but only what he learnt in school and during his time training. 

       So Ihwa is transgender? Then what was he? A boy? Girl? Both? Neither? This stuff is entirely too confusing for him to process.

      “Look, I’m going to let you live. I probably shouldn’t considering everything you’ve done, but I am. Perhaps it’s out of pity, perhaps it’s out of understanding, but that doesn’t matter. Go, figure out your own issues before I reconsider my decision.” Ihwa turned around, her back facing him. “Oh and for the record, your feelings are valid. Don’t let anyone say otherwise.”

       Gogyeol simply nodded, quickly getting up off the ground and making fleeing from Ihwa before she could change her mind. He had a lot to think about…

      It has been a rather eventful few days since his battle with the Hero Killer. Gogyeol lounged on the couch of an abandoned apartment, scrolling through his phone and doing more research on the LGBTQIA+. He’s done just about everything: reading articles, Wikipedia pages, quizzes, forums, etc, on gender identities. The only possible conclusion that he came to was the chance he was nonbinary. 

      He never did see himself as either male nor a female. Sure he physically was male—his body was evidence of that—but that meant nothing to him. He did try feminine pronouns out in his head once, but that had about the same effect as working out did; it only made him more insecure about himself. 

     “So being nonbinary means that one doesn’t have to identify exclusively as a man or woman?”

       This gender stuff was confusing to Gogyeol, who grew up relatively sheltered to these types of concepts. He never did have anyone to ask these questions to, at least anyone he trusted (excluding Effi but she’s not knowledgeable in this area). Ihwa gave him some insight, but never a direct answer other than to ‘figure it out’. Well he was figuring it out himself, he just couldn’t believe that there was an answer.

       “There’s umbrella terms for gender identities? I-It’s actually normal for me to feel the way I do? To not exclusively identify as just one gender?” 

      For the longest time he’s thought that he was broken, that he was abnormal. But now? Now he actually had an answer.

      So what if he didn’t exactly fit in with society’s standards? Not identifying exclusively as one gender? Gogyeol didn’t care, he was already classified as a villain by other villains and fellow heroes for his unorthodox methods of achieving justice, so he might as well do as he damn pleases.

      But what pronouns should he use if he identifies as neither male or female?

      “Hmm… they/them… Yeah, I think I’ll use they/them pronouns for now on.” Gogyeol smiled to hi—themselve. “If people don’t like it then that’s their issue, not mine anymore.”

      And for once the voices in their head went silent, almost as if they’ve came to the same consensus as them: they’re not male nor female, they’re just themselves—something nobody can take away from them. They’re whole, satisfied, and finally accepting of who they truly are. That’s all that mattered to them in the end.

      “Now if only I can figure out what’s wrong with Skysword and what he’s hiding…”  

     But they’ll figure that out some other day. Right now they’re going to take the longest nap of their life and afterwards finding clothes to express themselves in. Yeah, that’s a good plan… a good plan indeed…

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      Ihwa was currently chained up to a bed frame, her arms and legs restrained as a monster taking the form (body) of her sister was busy thrusting its fingers in and out of her pussy. This bastard was the one Ihwa needs to kill in order to avenge Yeon. She had a plan, a very solid plan, but in the end it was fruitless.

      Before Ihwa could be saved from being hit by a blast of light, Gogyeol snuck up behind her and thrown them both off the building they were fighting on. As the two crashed into the ground below, Ihwa was immediately knocked out by an oh so familiar figure: Ismiral. The last thing Ihwa could recall was Ismiral praising Gogyeol for a job well done in an almost motherly fashion.

      Now said individual was currently taking advantage of her, relishing in her squirms and the sounds of her whimpering as it managed to find her g-spot. It quickened its pace, its fingers constantly brushing up against the spot until Ihwa came. 

      Ismiral looked at Ihwa with the same fondness in her eyes as Yeon once did before licking her fluids off its fingers, finding the taste to be exquisite. “You did such a good job, little sister. Now it’s time I get my fill.”

      And before Ihwa could react the monster began chomping down on her body, its teeth breaking flesh and bone. Ihwa tried fighting back, but it was fruitless in the end. By the time Ismiral was done, it had already done made its way inside Ihwa’s brain, disregarding Yeon’s body in favor of her younger sisters. Now all it had to do was wait for Gogyeol to come back from ‘patrolling’ and unchain her. How fun. 

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      Gogyeol looked down at his phone, his gun aimed at a villain's face blowing their brains out. Yeon had sent him a text message telling him to return to her apartment once he was finished delivering justice—and who was Gogyeol to deny her? 

      Placing his phone back in the pocket of his tracksuit, Gogyeol transformed into his armor and took flight. Questions began running in his head. 

      “What is going on? Am I being punished again?” 

      After what happened last time, Gogyeol sworn off of hunting Ihwa. He wasn’t one to question his mommy. He was a good boy who followed her orders. If Yeon told him to jump off a bridge he’d do it. If Yeon told him to suck Skysword’s dick he would be a bit apprehensive to the idea but would do it to make her happy. 

      Landing outside the apartment complex in District 1, Gogyeol quickly detransformed and made his way up towards Yeon’s apartment. Opening the door, Gogyeol was greeted to the sight of his mommy enthusiastically getting ready for what seemed like a fancy event.

     “Good evening, Chaser.” Yeon smiled as she watched Gogyeol closed the door behind him. “I got good news for you.”

      Gogyeol tilted his head, confused. What good news? Did Yeon finally manage to capture Ihwa? Did Bishop finally drop dead? Was she finally going to call him by his actual name instead of his hero moniker?

      Apparently it was none of those things, as Yeon dropped a bombshell on him. “You’re getting married!”

      Married? Him? To whom? Last time Gogyeol checked he was still single, so what exactly was going on here? 

      “Huh? M-married? Mommy you must be joking… right?” Gogyeol nervously asked. He probably shouldn’t have lest he catches Yeon in a bad mood. Today seems to be an exception as the woman was bright and very cheerful, her presence easing the edge off of him. 

      “Why would this be a joke? I’m marrying you off to someone else so that you can be adored by more than just me.” Yeon was wearing a fancy black dress that trailed to the ground, her hair still up in its signature high ponytail. She was the most beautiful woman in the world in Gogyeol’s eyes. Of course he’s biased because she’s his mommy, but that did little to sway his opinion. 

      Still, the news that he was being married off shocked him to his core. “W-who? And why?”

      “Dear Chaser, it’s simply because I made a business proposal with someone that could guarantee our success in upholding justice. Don’t worry, I’m sure the two of you will get along well.” Yeon walked behind him and gently patted his back. “Now then, let’s get you dressed and ready for the ceremony.”

      Instead of obeying his mommy like he was told to do, Gogyeol decided to rebel against her wishes. He should’ve known better than to do that, Yeon always got her way. Clearly he didn’t learn his lesson from the last time—his ass being sore for a few days was evident of that. 

      Unfortunately for him Yeon has other plans. Gogyeol felt something prick his neck, pushing some kind of substance into him. As Gogyeol quickly turned around he came face to face with Yeon holding a syringe. “M-mommy?” 

      “Hush now, dear. Remember: mommy knows best.” Yeon reminded him as she watched Gogyeol’s body begin to shut down on him. “I’ll see you in a little bit, Chaser.” 

     And then Gogyeol’s vision blacked out, his body collapsing onto the apartment floor.

      It was a few hours before Gogyeol woke up, his vision slowly returning to him. He was currently in some fancy room right now, his body restrained up against a dolly with chains and cuffs that prevented him from activating his gift. 

      Why was Yeon doing this to him? What did he do to deserve this? A business proposal? But with who? And why did they want him in particular?

      Yeon was supposed to be his mommy, the very woman who told him she’d protect him. What kind of mom would sell off their own kid? 

      Apparently Gogyeol was terrible at reading the room. Nereid and Paladin were in the corner staring at him. Gogyeol’s breath hitched. He was in trouble, so so much trouble. 

      Looking down, Gogyeol noticed he was wearing a white suit. These weren't the clothes he wore earlier. Did Yeon dress him up while he was unconscious or did someone else? 

      He didn’t want to think about that right now. His top priority should be trying to find a way to escape, not ponder about all the possibilities. 

      Before Gogyeol could make it far on the planning part of his escape, Yeon came through the door. She quickly walked behind him, setting the dolly up and preparing to roll Gogyeol out the doors.

      “Aren’t you excited, Chaser? You’re finally getting married.” Yeon wiped a fake tear from her eyes—not that Gogyeol noticed. “My baby boys all grown up.”

      Gogyeol’s body immediately tensed up as Yeon pushed him through the open doors. The wedding was set in an old church, the building presumably being made back during the chaotic ages. 

      How had this place survived after all this time? Four wars, numerous raids—it was probably a base of operations for someone before being repurposed into a wedding venue. 

      There were people sitting alongside both sides of the isles that Gogyeol didn’t recognize. The only two people he immediately pinpointed out in the crowd was Skysword, who was sitting close to the front, and Effi—she was tied up.

      Gogyeol doesn’t know why she’s here. Shouldn’t she be out there delivering justice? No, she sympathizes with villains. She clearly wasn’t doing her duty as a hero nor was she committed like he was. But what surprised him the most was the man standing up there at the altar waiting for Yeon to finish walking him down the aisle; Bishop, the man who had ruined his life. 

      Bishop?!? He was getting married to BISHOP of all people?!? Gogyeol would’ve much rather married a corpse than the man right in front of him. 

      He wanted to fight back and escape, but he couldn’t. So this is why he was chained up? It was to prevent him from running away. 

      But why exactly did Yeon agree to marry him off to Bishop? What kind of business deal did the two arrange? 

      Yeon placed Gogyeol right in front of Bishop, the man staring at him with a neutral look on his face. Gogyeol glared daggers into his eyes, barely controlling his anger. Yeon lightly tapped him on the shoulder, a reminder for him to behave lest he face the consequences. But how could he behave when the man he swore to kill was standing right in front of him. 

      Before Gogyeol could say anything, the priest spoke up. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the holy union between Gogyeol and Padrius Encilion in the sacred covenant of marriage. Marriage is—“

      Gogyeol’s eyes widened. This was it. His life was officially over now. He truly was being married off against his will and there was nothing he could do or say anything to stop it. 

      “Do you, Padrius Encilion, take Gogyeol to be your lawfully wedded husband.” 

      Bishop nodded, “I do.” 

      “And do you, Gogyeol, take Padrius to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

      “I…” Gogyeol glanced back at Yeon for a few seconds. Her face was expectant, but underneath he could tell that if he did or said anything to mess this off her wrath wasn’t the only one he’d be facing. “I…do.”

      Gogyeol could barely process the feeling of a ring being slipped onto his finger much less Bishop’s lips crashing onto his with a fervor he didn’t know the Elder had in him. He could hear the sound of clapping all around him, but what really caught him off guard was Effi hysterically crying a few rows down. He understood the feeling; he would be crying too if it wasn’t for the fact that there were two elders surrounding him alongside a third and what appeared to be a fourth in the crowd with a disappointed look on her face. 

      Everything else had been a blur to him. He couldn’t recall anything else after the wedding itself, too trapped inside of his own mind wondering when this nightmare will end. 

      Yeon always did say she knew what was best for him, after all she was his mommy. Did she really know what was best for him? Did she ever bother to get his input on anything? 

      No, mommy doesn’t know what’s best. She only used and took advantage of his naivety and trust. That’s what everyone does to him anyways. Why else didn’t Skysword step in to stop this madness? He must’ve been complicit in this too.

      Once he manages to find a way out of this, Gogyeol swears he’ll do whatever it takes to take them all down… starting with his ’mommy‘ first.

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      Effi was in a tough situation. Her closest friend (and crush) Gogyeol is currently going on a mass-villain-killing-spree. She tried her best to plea and appeal to him back at the warehouse, but he didn't listen to her. If he continued down the path he was on right now Effi is sure he'll end up going in an early grave. 

      He was stronger than her—physically, but mentally he is unwell and has been since the war. Gogyeol is not fit to be a hero. The man needs physiological help, but he's so clouded in his delusions right now it would be difficult to stop him without resorting to such extreme measures. 

       Thankfully someone is willing to help her out. Yeon seemed to have experience, lots of it. She always knew what to say and how to solve her problems. Effi was grateful for her advice, albeit her methods are rather... questionable.

      "Yeon, how is a strap-on going to fix my friend?" Effi asked the day before her plan was set in motion, the two women sitting in an abandoned factory nearby where Gogyeol was rumored to be camping out at. "Isn't what I'm about to do considered rape?"

       "Unfortunately heroes must sometimes resort to extreme methods in order to save lives and keep the peace. Your friend is currently out here right now acting like a villain. It is your job as a hero to stop him, Effi." Yeon stretched her arms out and leaned up against the wall. "Besides, you'll be helping him out in the long run."

      Effi was a bit unsettled, "H-how so?"

      Yeon held up a singular finger, "For one, if you manage to incapacitate him then you can take him to a hospital and he'll finally get the help he needs." She then held up another, "And... you get to keep him all to yourself."

      "I mean... I do love him, Yeon, but I don't believe that this... plan of ours is right." Effi nervously fiddled with her fingers. This was wrong, so very wrong. 

      "You trust me, right, Effi?" Yeon tilted her head and gave Effi a look that should've put off red flags in the younger girls mind. 

      Effi nodded, "Of course I trust you..."

      Yeon smiled, "Then don't let morals get in the way of what must be done. Remember: you're saving him from himself." 

      "R-Right..." Effi responded hesitantly, "I..I am. I won't let him hurt any more people... even if it costs me everything..."

      Breaking into an abandoned apartment complex wasn't what Effi had in mind when she agreed to this plan, but then again this is probably the least illegal thing she's going to be doing tonight. Looking around, Effi noticed how most of the rooms have been abandoned or mostly destroyed—probably due to the increasing villain attacks before the war. The place was trashed, with glass littering the floor and wallpaper peeling off the walls. 

      Effi descended down the hallway, looking for the room Gogyeol was staying in. Eventually she came across a door that had '2-F' on the plaque. Thankfully the room was unlocked, probably due to the fact that Gogyeol assumed nobody would be coming in here. With her duffle bag slung across her shoulder, Effi entered. 

      Gogyeol was laying on the ground asleep, completely unaware of her presence. The lack of rest must be getting to him, Effi assumed as she looked at the bags underneath his eyes. She then quietly unzipped the bag and pulled out a rag and a small container of some sedative Yeon had given her earlier before her departure.

       "What on earth does this do?" Effi remembered asking as she stared at the container with skepticism. 

      Yeon just simply smiled and told her that it was to help Gogyeol relax. "He'll be more receptive to your help once he inhales it."

       But what exactly was in it Effi didn't know, but she trusted Yeon. Yeon wouldn't lie to her. She offered to help, so why would she question Yeon's methods? 

      Effi walked over towards Gogyeol and stared down at him, hesitantly pouring the continents of the container onto the rag before immediately kneeling down and placing it over Gogyeol's mouth and nose. Gogyeol woke up with a jolt, his hands immediately locking around Effi's neck. Once he realized who had awoken him, Gogyeol let go of Effi.

      "I'm so sorry!" Gogyeol said as he frantically checked on his friend. Effi was gasping for air, staring at Gogyeol with a scared look in her eyes. "I-I didn't mean to do that! You just startled me is all!"

      "It's...alright," Effi coughed for a few seconds before plastering a fake smile on her face. "I'm fine. There's no need to worry, Gogyeol."

      "How did you find me? I thought I—" Gogyeol paused for a few seconds, noticing the duffle bag slung over Effis shoulders as well as a discarded container and rag. "Effi, what—"

       Gogyeol could immediately feel his body getting warm. He knew something was off, he just couldn't pinpoint what it was. Did Effi do something to him? No, that's not it. Effi would never harm anyone, especially him.

      But his body was burning up. He could feel his own arousal growing by the second. His senses began to slowly dull, his brain becoming foggy. 

      "Effi..." Gogyeol looked his friend in the eyes. "What did you..."

      Before Gogyeol could react, Effi immediately locked her lips onto his. She slowly began to crawl on top of Gogyeol, forcing the man's back against the floor as she slowly began to grind against him. Gogyeol tried to fight back but found himself unable to. Whatever drug Effi had forced into his system was working—he was slowly loosing the ability to think properly. 

       Effi pinned his arms to the ground and continued her assault on his mouth, deepening the kiss for a few moments before stopping. She observed the man for a few seconds to make sure the drug was taking in. Turns out Yeon had actually given her an aphrodisiac. 

      She should’ve drawn the line right there. This was rape. Gogyeol doesn’t deserve this happening to him. He doesn’t deserve to be violated by someone he trusts. And yet…

      Effi slowly released her grip on Gogyeol’s wrists, focusing her attention onto his clothes. She slowly began to remove his burgundy shirt, lifting it up to reveal his muscular body. Oh how she dreamt of the day he would let her touch his chest, the two of them being an official couple doing romantic things together. Unfortunately that dream was crushed the moment Gogyeol attempted to kill her. There was no way she could possibly ever be in a relationship with a man this broken, not unless she fixes him. 

      Her hand gently traced his chest, her fingers faintly hovering over his nipples before making their way down towards his pants. Quickly unzipping them, Effi quickly took them off and discarded them alongside Gogyeol’s socks and sneakers. All that was left between them was his underwear, which barely hid his erection. 

      Setting her duffle bag onto the floor beside her, Effi quickly unzipped it and pulled out a strap on. It was around the average size of a regular man’s penis, not that Effi cared as she was planning on using the device on Gogyeol anyways. Yeon said this was the best method, and Yeon knows best so Effi trusts her. 

      Slowly taking off her clothes, Effi discarded them nearby before finally pulling down Gogyeol’s boxers. His dick immediately sprung in the air, his arousal evident. Effi fastened the strap on to her body before glancing over at her bag. She debated on using lube for a few moments. It would probably be best if she did as to not cause her friend any unnecessary pain.

      Grabbing the lube from her bag, Effi quickly got in between Gogyeol’s legs and adjusted his body so that his hole was exposed to her. Applying some of the lubricant on her fingers, Effi slowly slid them inside of Gogyeol’s ass. Gogyeol’s body jerked upwards at the sudden intrusion, his eyes going big as he was trying to process what is happening to him. Effi was thankful he’s cognitively impaired or else things would’ve went bad real quickly.

      Effi began to move her fingers in and out, taking the time to stretch Gogyeol and make sure he’s sufficiently prepped for what’s about to happen. Once she deemed him good enough, Effi immediately coated her strap on with lube before grabbing Gogyeol’s hips and slowly forcing herself inside of him. 

      Gogyeol’s fingers began to grip onto the floor as Effi continued to sink deeper inside of him, his body tensing up due to the pain. Once Effi was finished she began to slowly thrust her hips. She could feel Gogyeol’s body trying to jerk away from her—some part of him was still in there fighting. This would not do. 

      Digging her nails into his thighs, Effi decided to quicken the pace. She repeatedly slammed into Gogyeol’s asshole, forcing his body to stay in position. Blood began to drip from both his ass and where Effi’s nails dug into his skin, causing tears to well up in Gogyeol’s eyes. He tried to scream only for moans to come out instead. 

      The sound of his moaning turned Effi on, surprised that she could reduce her friend to such a state. It was almost as if something primal had taken root inside of her; the need to dominate her friend and show him who’s in control. 

      Was this an effective way to fix her friend? Yes it was. Effi understood what Yeon meant now: if she were to fix her friend and show him the light again then she would just have to break him and then fix him in whatever way she sees fit. It was almost comical it took her this long to figure things out; she can finally claim Gogyeol as hers and save him at the same time—flawless planning! 

      Lust began to cloud Effis mind as she continued her assault. The sound of the strap on hitting against Gogyeol’s skin was arousing. His body continued to give in to her, allowing her to manhandle and use him as she sees fit. 

      Effi paused for a few seconds once she hit up against Gogyeol’s prostate, watching the man arch his back and moan at the pleasurable sensation it gave him. That encouraged Effi to continue, repeatedly slamming into that certain spot until Gogyeol finally came. Effi slowly removed herself from Gogyeol’s asshole, unfastening the strap on and discarding it to the side. She then quickly slid her fingers inside of herself, getting off to the sight of her friend’s debautched body before cumming herself.

      The sound of heavy panting quickly filled up the room, Effi trying to regain her bearings as she processed what exactly she had just done. Before she could think any further Effi noticed that Gogyeol had gotten hard again. Right… the aphrodisiac… She completely forgotten about that.

      “Well… time to do my job as a hero,” Effi thought to herself as she quickly reached for the discarded strap on, refastening it onto herself before sinking back inside Gogyeol. They were going to be in for a long night.

      Gogyeol woke up the next morning in excruciating pain. The sunlight from the windows filtered in through the sheer curtains, shining light onto both himself and his surroundings. He couldn’t remember what exactly happened last night, just that Effi showed up and they did something.

      His body was extremely sore, his mind still foggy. It took Gogyeol a while to come to his senses. He could feel the stickiness of sweat, lube, and his own semen all over his body. 

     “What happened last night?” Gogyeol asked out loud as he slowly stared at his surroundings. “Did we…”

      He quickly noticed the discarded container and rag lying on the ground nearby. Gogyeol’s eyes widened as a faint memory came back to him: Effi was kneeling beside him with a rag in her hands, placing it over top of his mouth and nose. 

       Wait, did she drug him? No, Effi wouldn’t do that. They were friends. Friends wouldn’t do that to each other.

       But the stinging sensation of his ass and thighs told another story. She had raped him. Effi, his friend, had raped him. 

       Gogyeol’s mind began to spiral. He trusted her. She was one of his closest friends, someone he confided in about his insecurities before the war began. Hell, she even designed his original hero costume. Why would she do something like this?

      Gogyeol placed a hand over his face, a wide smile breaking out alongside hysterical laughter. Right, he couldn’t trust anyone in this world. He was foolish enough to trust Kasha, but Effi? That was his second biggest mistake, right after letting Bishop go without facing justice.

      Right, justice… How could he continue to deliver justice if he himself had been defiled? He was no longer pure, just… dirty. 

      Well he never was morally righteous. He did kill villains just for the thrill of it (though he would never admit that out loud to anyone). Why should he care about a pitiful concept such as purity?

      But his virginity had just been taken from him and by someone he trusted nonetheless…

      Was he broken? What would Skysword say if he found out one of his top men had gotten raped by someone seemingly weaker than him? What would Nereid think? Paladin? 

      He could already imagine Bishop’s smirk on his face…

      Quickly activating his Gift, Gogyeol began to slowly heal his wounds. He purposefully left the scratches on his thighs stay as a reminder of what had been done. Setting up, Gogyeol stared at the ground with a dead expression on his face. 

      His decision was final: he was switching targets. Kasha was of no concern to him anymore. Effi was the real threat. She must be stopped at all costs before she hurts another person again. 

      Feeling his armor click into place, Gogyeol’s head shot up as he vowed mentally to make Effi pay for her crimes… no matter what it takes…

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     Gogyeol doesn’t particularly know why he even bothered on attending a Halloween party, especially one post war. Who was sane enough to host a celebration when numerous people died this year? Apparently some aristocrat, considering he got invited for being Skysword’s right hand man.

      The only reason he was even promoted to being the Skysword’s second in command is because he has a Gift now (murdering numerous villains is probably another reason though Gogyeol isn’t going to mention that). If Gogyeol didn’t awaken his Gift during the war then he would still be a nobody in the Clan—just a figure used to make the organization look good because they accepted a useless, pathethic Normie like him. 

      Today was a bad day to even bother coming to a party. The voices in his head aren’t cutting him any slack and Gogyeol can’t go a single minute without seeing a disfigured corpse crawling near him. 

      Curse Bishop. Curse himself for being so weak and pathetic he couldn’t even save a few people.

      Dressing up as Frankenstein’s monster wasn’t exactly his plan, but Gogyeol didn’t exactly have the time to pick out a costume. He supposed standing shirtless with crudely drawn on stitches will have to do… even if the ballroom itself was quite cold. 

     Everyone there was wearing a variety of different costumes, clearly making it evident Gogyeol is underdressed for the occasion. Nobody seemed to bat an eye to him though—Gogyeol was greatful for that as he’s not in the mood to gut anyone… at least that is until he showed up.

      “Bishop…” Gogyeol immediately glared at the man as he entered the room. He wasn’t the only one though. The man is essentially a war criminal, the worst mass murderer in history—all because he orchestrated a war that killed thousands. 

       Padrius didn’t really seem to care about the looks he was receiving. Instead he just grabbed a glass of wine a waiter offered him and decided to stand in a corner, conveniently near Gogyeol. Gogyeol had to resist the urge to jump the man right where he stood. It would be pad publicity if Gogyeol were to immediately attack the elder, not to mention Skysword would punish him.

      “I’m surprised that you were also invited to this party,” Padrius remarked as he took a drink from his wine glass. He was wearing an outfit that eerily resembled Victor Frankenstein’s look from the movie. It was quite ironic that he is unintentionally matching with Gogyeol, though the younger man wasn’t going to mention it.

      Gogyeol glared at him, “Well I did. Why? Am I too lower-class for your liking?”

      “Hmm… you’re not the only one here that’s outclassed, though I’m not one to care about that. So long as they have some sort of influence I can still find use in them.” Padrius shifted his gaze towards Gogyeol, “Though I’m sure you’ve picked up on that by now.”

      “You made that quite obvious when we fought during the war; you view everyone else as lesser than yourself, all because you hold an Elder star.” Gogyeol said matter-of-factly. There was no use in sugar-coating anything—they both know the truth. “Though I’m pretty sure the other Elders share the same sentiment.”

     Padrius chuckled, “That’s quite funny considering your recent promotion. Are you having fun massacring all of those villains? Do you find their suffering to be amusing?”

      Gogyeol’s eyes widened, “H-How do you…”

      “I have my ways. I tend to keep tabs on those who oppose me.” Padrius responded as he looked at everyone in the room. “You make it quite obvious that you want me dead. I can tell by the tone in your voice.”

      Gogyeol didn’t know what to say. There was no use in denying the truth. His singular goal in life was to kill Padrius. Revenge is all that plagued his mind these days.

      “Let me give you some advice: you’re a fool for seeking revenge.” Padrius took another sip from his wine glass. “The deeper you go the more corrupted you become. I’ve seen many people fall down that rabbit hole, Victoria being one of them. Nothing good comes from getting back at those whose wronged you. All you will feel is emptiness.” 

      “And who are you to be giving me advice? You attacked me, killed Nereid, and started a war that killed thousands of people. What makes you different from me?” Gogyeol retorted, clenching his fists. 

     Padrius stared at him with distain, “First of all, it was you who attacked me. As for Nereid and Paladin’s deaths, they knew what they got into when they fought in the war.”

      Padrius noticed a change in Gogyeol’s expression at the mention of Paladin. Did the man forget about Paladin’s sacrifice? How the man got killed trying to defend someone weaker than him? Judging from his reaction, he did. Interesting…

      “P-Paladin is…” Gogyeol’s left hand slowly made its way towards his neck, his nails digging into his skin. “I…”

     Before Gogyeol could even process what was being told to him, Padrius immediately escorted him out of the room. Blood could be seen beading from the self inflicted wounds on Gogyeol’s neck, something Padrius took notice of. 

     The younger man was disassociating—that much Padrius knows—but to the extent of causing harm to himself? It would be bad for Gogyeol to be caught doing this in front of a room full of affluent people. He should thank him for this.

     But why does he all of a sudden care? This is extremely out of character for him. Padrius never was the caring type, well at least to those not close to him. What exactly was so special about this man that caused Padrius to act this way? 

      Gogyeol stopped for a few seconds, slowly removing his bloodied hands from his neck. His breathing was shaky, the wounds on his neck slowly beginning to close up thanks to his Gift. He eventually reoriented himself, realizing that he was out of the ballroom and somewhere more quiet… and with Padrius nonetheless. 

      Did the man bring him out here? If so, why? Was it to finish him off at his most vulnerable? Manipulate him? Or…

      “You should go home, Chaser.” Padrius said as he looked the younger man in the eyes. “You’re clearly not well.” 

     Gogyeol scoffed, “Who are you to tell me what to do? I’m perfectly fine.”

       “Then explain to me why you were hurting yourself? Is it because of what I said?” Padrius tilted his head, “I’m sorry to inform you, but Paladin is dead. He has been for a while now.”

      “I… But I…” Gogyeol didn’t exactly know what to say. How was he supposed to tell him that he sees Paladin every day, that the man is still very much alive and is speaking to him. Unless… “Oh.”

      “You should seek a therapist. You clearly have some underlying issues that need to be addressed.” Padrius turned his back to Gogyeol. “If you ever wish to fight me again and take my Elder star—considering you are probably going to disregard my earlier advice and continue down your current path—then you need to get your mental health under control. I prefer my enemies mentally intact; it makes the fight more entertaining. Now, I will be heading on my way. Don’t follow me.”

      And with that Padrius walked away, leaving Gogyeol behind with just his thoughts. There wasn’t no use in reaching out and demanding for things to happen. Gogyeol already proved himself to be mentally incompetent in Padrius’s eyes. How was he supposed to be taken seriously if Padrius just sees him as a weakling?

      There is also the issue with Skysword finding out. That was the last thing Gogyeol wanted to happen. If Skysword knows…

      It was time to leave the party. Gogyeol isn’t in the mood to deal with this right now. The desire to take his emotions out on villains is growing with each second. 

      Was it a healthy coping mechanism? No, but at the end of the day it’s his job as a hero to deliver justice… even if that justice is slowly starting to become more grey…

      If Gogyeol decided to go seek out psychological help the following week after the party, then that’s really nobody’s concern. 

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      Padrius Encilion often found enjoyment in the finer things in life: chess, drinking tea in his garden, and having his self proclaimed “arch-nemesis” down on his knees sucking his dick. How did it get like this? Well for starters Padrius’s “arch-nemesis” is a man in his early twenties who’s mentally ill and probably needs to be locked up somewhere secure. The fact that the two of them had fought before in the past—rather briefly—also doesn’t help matters out none either.

       Gogyeol was an interesting man, Padrius will admit. His newfound Gift and sudden awakening is something Padrius had seen happen to numerous people during his lifetime, though not to the extent to where they’re at the level to directly challenge him. His and Gogyeol’s fight after the apocalypse almost lost him his life, but ultimately in the end the ex-Normie lost and is now back in his rightful place; beneath him. 

      There’s so much fight in him, Padrius had thought more than once during his many visits to Gogyeol’s ‘bedroom’. It seems the younger man constantly made it his mission to try and escape, to tempt Padrius into doing horrible acts or possibly even killing him out of anger. Unfortunately he would have to do a lot to make Padrius angry, which is a near impossible task these days considering how much bullshit he’s had to put up with over the last few decades just to pull off the war.

     “Such is life,” Padrius internally sighed as he yanked on the chain connected to Gogyeol’s collar. Choking the man always brought him so much pleasure; so did the collar around his neck—a claim, a powerplay on Padrius’s part, and a constant reminder to Gogyeol as to whom he belongs to.

      There was no such thing as mercy in this word: it was kill or be killed, the weak are meat and the strong eat. One of the reasons as to why Padrius and Reagan had gotten along so well during the centuries is because of their shared viewpoints. It was such a shame the man died and had his ring taken by the Smiling Man, but Padrius didn’t mind as much—he was able to obtain a useful pawn after all. 

      Seeing Gogyeol attempt to gasp for air before being forced back down onto his dick… the feeling of having someone by his side as equally twisted as himself was something Padrius had never expected to happen. Gogyeol was a broken man, one who is now devoid of any other purpose asides from revenge. He had gotten stronger over time—stronger than Padrius had originally anticipated—though that did little to help him out in their final battle. 

       Ultimately in the end after slaying… a lot of beasts that were made out of human corpses… and somehow surviving a near fatal wound to the abdomen, Padrius won simply by pulling one final trick from his sleeve. People thought Sky Devouring Ocean was his ultimate attack? No, it was a mere farce, as Gogyeol unfortunately found out. 

      Once they were both healed and Gogyeol was detained, Padrius had taken great satisfaction in the spoils of his battle. Gogyeol was his now. Nobody else would be allowed to interact with him ever again. How unfortunate for the younger man but very fortunate for Padrius. Having the man who challenged him twice now reduced to being a mere pet? That was the nicest award Padrius had ever gotten. And the best part? Nobody will ever decide to oppose him again.

      “Ah, such is the spoils of war.”