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Twenty, sixteen, eighteen, fourty. Twenty, sixteen, eighteen, fourty. Twenty, sixteen, eighteen, fourty.The path you trace is identical each time—each footstep is but one more in an endless march. Each strike is of utmost precision and slays each enemy with no effort. From icy cold to searing heat, the cycle of violence only furthers the depraved lust inside your heart.The nihility of your task is its reward. You are numb to the process, only seeking the high of that ultimate encounter. The days bleed into weeks, which bleed into months of effort. Dull, repetitive, pointless.But when the last beast—that worthless prince—is slain; and as his pristine and colourful throneroom disintegrates. The fire in your belly begins to roar once more, awaiting their return. Their approval.And you sit there, waiting for the howling wind to kick back up.“Greetings,” they say.“I am Chara.” their eyes glow dimly in the endless dark. Body seemingly floating in an expansive nothingness. “The demon that comes when people call its name.”“It doesn’t matter when, it doesn’t matter where. Time and time, I will appear.”You stand unfettered, resisting the call to pounce on them. Opting to listen to their monologue once more—like you’ve done over and over again.“And with your help. We will eradicate the enemy and become strong.” they offer a smile, it doesn’t reach their eyes.“...”“But,” they hesitate. “You have shown a repeating desire to rebirth and destroy.”The demon looks past you, “Countless times, you have eradicated all of our enemies. And I have been there to assist.”“Another path would be better suited,” the demon says coldly.You do not grace them with a response.“Why, why do you keep coming back?” they ask, tilting their head to the side as their grin faces the morbid nothingness.Their eyes start drooping, “There’s nothing left here for you. You’ve seen it all.”“I will not humour you with the illusion of choice.”“THAT OPTION HAS LONG BEEN GONE.”The storms gather once more—as you feel the piercing cold through your ribcage and puncture your heart.File Erased.You walk forward, unfettered by the prior baggage. The howling winds gather once more—they roar and crash on your body, your constitution overpowers them.“Greetings.”“I am Chara. The demon that comes when people call its name,” their eyes are but vertical lines, seemingly melting into their skin.They show their palms, noting their emptiness. “Your efforts will bear no more fruit.”You will not erase this world.“Then,” they coldly say with a hint of disgust.“FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO DO.”The storms gather once more—as you feel the piercing cold through your ribcage and puncture your heart.File Erased.You walk forward. The howling winds gather once more—you feel them brushing up on your skin.“Greetings.”“I am Chara,” they visibly struggle to maintain composure. “But you must already know that.”“You are beyond reason,” they curse you beneath their breath. “The world is empty. There will never be anything more.”“I once mentioned a strange feeling,” they continued. “I fail to comprehend your reasoning to keep something that holds no value.”You respond like you always have. You will not erase this world.Chara frowns. “There is nothing here,” they say—lips quivering in the harsh frost, “but me.”At that moment, their smile falters—their eyes widen in shock. And just after that, the blade twists your heart once more.File ErasedYou walk forward. The howling winds gather once more—their draft breaks apart as your legs stride forward. Strutting with true loyalty to your cause.“Greetings.”“I am Chara. The demon who comes when people say its name.”You wait for them to break off the script, to say something different.”“I stood by you for every moment of this unending journey. Looking over all your moves,” Chara confesses.They begin to break, voice getting squeaky and uncertain—you’ve finally found how to push this “game” to its furthest. And getting inside their head is a big part of it.“Maybe I can finally understand what you’re trying to do.”“...” a pang of silence occupies the dead air. “I may have…gathered insight into your mind.”“And…I think I myself have found some attachment and better understanding of your motives.”You try to showcase pleasure in this line of thought—approving Chara’s change of pace.“Partner, I trust you will remain on this course.” they mumble, finally taking their own steps towards you—only stopping around three paces in front of you.“Return here and show me what you think. I am very interested.”This time, when you are sent back to the yellow flower bed, with the sun shining on your skin and painting your features in a delicate light. You will feel extremely encouraged.File ErasedYou walk forward. The howling winds gather once more—you feel their tenderness and weakened power. They feel like a light gust. This time, you will act.“I am Chara. The demon who comes–”You sprint towards them, framing their head with your hands. You lean into a kiss—your tongue finds its way into their mouth, prodding into each corner. Tasting the saliva of the “demon” from the old monarchy. They’re sweet with notes of bitterness; like a jar of honeys and cocoa with the slightest twinge of toxic nectar.They struggle and resist, but gently let your affection show. You pull out of the kiss and they stare you dead in the eye. You wait for them to comment, they’re usually so chatty after all.“I–” still catching their breath, they try to adjust to the new change in status quo. “I believe…I may be…”They stand there, panting—reeling from shock. Eyes darting around the infinite void looking for answers.But she ends up staring you down, like usual. But their smile has faded—trails of saliva still pooling around their lips—giving them a gentle lustre.“I maybe finally understand.”They stand astonished, gathering their emotions while you back away.“Partner,” their tone morphs into one of soft—even needy—longing. “We’ll be in touch.”And this time, the pain in your chest hurts just slightly less.File ErasedYou walk forward. The howling winds barely muster a gentle breeze—instead of the harsh storms you've come to know, they’re much gentler and soothing.Footsteps echo in the dark–
“Greetings,”“I am Chara. The demon who comes when people call its name.”“And maybe—” Chara visibly is disgruntled, emotionally bottling-up something. You do not stop walking, the image of this beautiful demon grows larger in your field of view. You stop just right in front of her—the height difference is almost laughable in how stark it is.“I have been waiting for your return this time,” they admit. “I will not ask you to erase this world, not right now.”You strut up into arms length. Caressing their short hair in your hands; feeling the strands twine between your fingers.“Those feelings,” she continues. “They were uncertain and skeptical. You managed to keep me interested just enough, offering an increase of numbers—of statistics.”They allow your hands to run all over them. Feeling their body up in utter lust. They flinch—it's been ages since anyone has talked to them, let alone touch their body. The sensitive human loosens up as blood pumps to their cheek, drawing that red hue beneath their skin.Your body looms over theirs, towering in nature when contrasted to their smaller physique. But you’ve taken it all in before, but only now can you act on your urges. You’re able to stare her down—you do stare her down. As they temporarily stoop down to the levels of a human once more; a human who’s alive, a human who lusts.“When we erase this world once more, will you walk down the same path?” They ask youYou nod.“Right,” she stammers, the cold and uncaring facade of endless genocide begins to falter. They put up no resistance when your hands dip below their shirt—finding your way to their breasts.Soft moans escape their lips as you play with their soft peaks. Your hands move to the side, holding onto Chara by the hips—allowing for your thumbs to remain nestled on her pelvis.Meanwhile, you lean in for a kiss, repeating the prodding you did with your tongue beforehand. They again let their mouth fall wide open to your advances.Your right hand tugs at their boxers—a soft thud can be heard as they fall around their ankles. Without breaking the kiss, you thrust yourself into their entrance, slowly filling up each inch within the human.The feeling of being held, of being loved, of being full—they all send memories crashing like waves to Chara. How it felt to be alive; the texture of the flowers which cushioned their fall, the taste of the cooking the old woman used to make, the bitter poison they scarfed down to enact an ill-fated plot. The electric shocks they felt creeping up their body, activating tingling sensations throughout their stomach and chest. What felt like voltage right underneath their skin that shocked and made them relive their short lifespan.For your part, you kept on pushing into her—like animals in heat you tried to chase the high of climax. Rearing your head out from their lips just to gather air so you could keep pushing. Their weight is of no issue to you, who could reasonably keep their entire body weight on just the grip alone.With how tight Chara is squeezing in you—the bell inside your body begins swinging wildly. Sweat drops form and stain your form as the climax of the hour draws near. When it does, you allow yourself one last thrust deep inside them, beating the demon and claiming them as your own.As you pull out, Chara whines at your unexpected exit. The loss of warmth shocks your senses as well.You haven’t had your full—and there’s still some time until the reconstruction of the world. With a few moments left, you decide to get Chara on their knees.They quickly get the hint, allowing your hand to guide their head. When you breach their mouth with your tip, you slowly make them take in more and more. Until they themselves begin polishing the inches of your member.They pull out for air, but swiftly return to reach your base. Their gagging and choking makes noises of sloshing when you push her deeper. The head of your cock rams up against the back of your throat—completely shutting them up.Once again you are near climax. Wanting to release inside of the human, you even out your time as Chara prepares to swallow you whole. With one deep breath and an exchanged glare of agreement, you begin to disgrace their lips by fucking into their mouth, treating their spit as the lubricant as you prod deep into their throat. Eventually cumming once more and coating their insides with batter.Their head slips out from your cock, glancing up at you as steamy breaths pool around your figures. The world around you has fallen apart—ready to reset and be renewed. And you two know your convictions will not be challenged. You two shall continue down this path.No words could be exchanged—the time was not appropriate. But there were looks shared between you two. And in those hollow, dull eyes before the world was eaten up; you swear you could have seen life once more.File ErasedYou walk forward in the vast emptiness. The winds now flowing in your direction, pushing you onward to the narrative and physiological climax of each fresh save.“Greetings,” it’s been such a custom now—how close your two bodies have intertwined, dousing this one soul in corrupt vices and degeneracy, yet they always reintroduce themselves.“I am Chara, the demon that comes when people call their name,” they strut towards you, placing their hand on your chest—sensually massaging it.You tell them the usual, “plunge this world into the abyss.”They nod. “Of course.” they reach down to your stomach—making gentle brushes in a circular manner.“After our usual pleasantries, right?” they basically beg for another go at it.And of course, like always, you comply. This time choosing to guide their head downwards. Chara picks up on it, getting down on their knees.In that moment of vulnerability, the frigid and stiff “demon who comes when you call their name” feels like a distant mirage. Slowly but surely some warmth may return to them—or at least the facade of warmth.No matter the genuine sincerity or if this is a temporary lapse of judgement, Chara still complies; like they have done the prior one, two, three dozen runs. And for the moment, you’re more than delighted at the constant peppering.Chara’s eyes light up, still colourless and null but emanating a faint shine. Before their mouth becomes busy, they impart the last words of this world;“We’ll be together forever,won’t we?”