Warrior of Ash [A Single Player Open World RPG]

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Dying is rarely fun


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Kane lowered himself into the tub with a groan. The hot water steeped his tight muscles, soap bubbles forming hills and valleys atop the shimmering surface. A bard's voice and the beat of drums drifted in from the courtyard, brushing the pale curtains against the oaken window frame like warm summer night air.

The city was alive. But his target wouldn't be for long.

Valencia Gardener stood in front of a tall mirror. Her luscious lips and dark eyes caught in the reflection. She glanced at him. "Don't fall asleep on me," she said.

"With such a great view?" he said with a low rasped voice.

She covered her laugh with a raised hand. How long had she worked on perfecting that humanly gesture? As Valencia leaned forward to apply her lipstick, her thin dress stretched over her large ass. What a damn shame, he thought. They shared the same dark blood. Unfortunately, one too many men had gone missing after visiting this specific brothel. It only took a bit of asking around to point him to dear Valencia.

"You look pretty enough," Kane said.

Valencia shook her head. "Can't a man wait for more than two minutes?"

"If I have to wait any longer than that, I'll start taking care of myself and leave with my money."

"We don't want that, now do we?" She spun around to look at him. Her sharp eyes considered the dagger resting against the side of the tub, and the size of his arms too. More so, she looked right into his eyes.

His demon eyes.

Whatever she saw, it did not deter her. She flipped her brunette hair behind her shoulders, then slowly lowered one strap of her dress. She undid the other.

When she pulled the blue fabric down, her supple breasts bounced free of their restraints. She let the gown fall to her feet. Her brow raised in question.

"Come here," he demanded.

Valencia flashed her teeth and made her way over with a sway of her bare hips. Stepping into the tub, she lowered herself to saddle him, her soft hands resting on the scars of his pale chest. She ground on him with her slippery body. Then she lifted herself up and...

"Fuck," he groaned.

"That wasn't hard to find." She rode him up and down slowly, making waves lap against the sides of the tub.

"You don't need to talk me up. Just do your job."

Her smile faded. She humped harder, the water threatening to spill out.

He tightened his hands around her slick waist. Her breasts jiggled in front of his face, but that was not what drew his focus. A silver amulet glinted in the candlelight. She had no other jewelry on. It had to be the source of her illusion.

"Like what you see?" she asked. "Go ahead."

To keep his cover, he reached up to feel her breasts. "They're decent."

"Warming up to me, now are you?" She leaned down to kiss his neck. She could tear through his neck with one bite.

He pushed up with his hand. "I want to see your face when I finish."

She kept kissing and sucking. He could feel her muscles resist his push with unnatural strength.

"Valencia."

Her canines grazed his skin. With a shudder, she pulled back. Her features were intense. Almost bloodlusted. The amulet twisted and glinted in front of his face. He was almost certain what she was, but Kane had never acted on suspicion alone.

His left hand strayed up her slick stomach while the other prepared to clutch the hilt of his dagger.

"Tell me, pale one," Valencia said. "Do you ever hear the red hum in the wind?"

"Only weak men deny hearing it, but they are the first to succumb."

"Is that so?" She ground her hips in such a way as to make him succumb.

He needed to act before she might catch him in a moment of weakness.

With a blur of his hand, he snatched the amulet from her neck, and the illusion shattered. Her eyes glowed as red as the Burning Moon, her sharp claws digging into his chest. Black horns. Black claws. Shit. What the fuck was a High Demon doing in a...

Everything but her red eyes blurred. Daggers of light pierced the edges of his vision as pain pressed against his mind like a vice. He strained his muscles with a silent roar. The Havoc in his blood popped and crackled, lighting up his veins with a red glow, but the enhanced strength could not overtake her hold on his movement.

"I'm not sorry, you know," she said. "Your kind are traitors. You should be helping us squash those human vermin, not licking their feet."

Kane strained to move his arm. The dagger was just inches from his hand.

"I was feeling generous too. I thought that maybe you didn't know what I was and were just here for a good time. I might have let you go."

She released her hold on him just enough for him to speak.

"What about the innocent men you butchered?" he asked.

"There are no innocent men. If you knew how many powerful humans serve our lord right here in the city."

"I know good men and women. But you are a coward."

She patted his chest. "Be nice." She tightened her control and leaned close enough that her lips almost brushed his. "The Red King is rising from the ashes. His numbers grow. Soon he will lay waste to these lands, and you will burn for all eternity." Her claw whisked past his neck.

Kane saw the glowing red blood spray onto her face, turning black as it lost its Havoc. He felt the pain an instant later.

"Fuck," he gurgled.

He didn't really see her step out of the tub. He was already drifting away into the darkness, then floating toward the ceiling.

He drifted toward the Burning Moon. Red flames engulfed its large mass, a trail of crimson dust stretching across the night sky. The Havoc in his blood thrummed to the same beat as the moon, for it came from the same source.

He saw the Red King. Its crown made of crimson flame, its face of a skull, and its body of wicked armor. Kane screamed in defiance. He would rage against that fire forever, and he would never cower. His kind had fought for too long to free themselves of this being.

Flames licked at his head, but as soon as he felt them, everything started to fade. The light bled into darkness, then darkness into nothingness. He could not think. Feel. Or hear anything. He was nothing.

Black.

Now he saw black.

 

Initializing...

Status... 43%...

68%...

Complete!

 

Converting Magic Systems into the system...

 

A bunch of white text of blurred past.

 

Adjusting world difficulty around: Level 1 Kane...

Complete!

 

Congratulations!

You have been awarded a second chance at life. An initial save point has been created at the Southside Brothel. You can load this instance whenever you please and create new saves when out of combat!

 

You're a [Warrior of Ash]

The Red King created your kind by breeding the strongest human warriors with female demons. Channel Havoc into your weapon to cast destructive and unpredictable abilities.

 

Level 1 Kane

Health: 100

Havoc: 100

Strength:12

Dexterity:15

Magic: 10

Vitality:10

 

Would you like to load your only save point?

 

[Yes] [No]

 

You have chosen to respawn! Good luck on your adventures!

***

Kane gasped at the feeling of hot water around his body. He was back in the brothel, the sound of music drifting in from outside, a disguised demon getting ready in front of him.

Valencia glared at him through the reflection. "I didn't think I had made it that hot."

As Kane took several deep breaths, he felt the urge to grab his sword and attack, but he didn't feel like dying again so soon. She was a High Demon. He was almost certain to lose in a fight.

"You made it warmer with your presence," he managed.

"Then it will boil once I'm inside it," she said with a seductive smile, then looked away from him to finish her makeup.

"Take your time," he said. "I like watching you get ready."

She leaned forward, giving him a nice view, but he did not see it. White glowing text existed just beyond the edges of his vision. When he thought about them, various groups of numbers appeared. He knew the word Health, but how could you have 100 Health? What did it mean?

When he thought about Havoc, different boxes opened up.

 

Abilities

Small Slash (35 Havoc)

25 Damage

Arc your blade to send out a firey gash of Havoc that fades over distance.

 

Havoc Shield (50 Havoc)

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Absorbs 100 Damage

Press your forearm against your chest to create a short but powerful shield against an incoming attack. Risks burning an eyebrow or two.

 

He blinked away the boxes. It was a simplification of what he could do. He steadied himself. By the time he finished a drawn-out exhale, his heart beat like a slow and steady drum. He had never endured death, but he had felt greater pain and faced bigger risks. He would overcome this too.

He rose out of the tub.

Valencia rested her lipstick against the shelf and looked over her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm no longer in the mood." He grabbed his weapon and pants and was already making his way across the room.

He grabbed a stiff door handle. It was locked.

"Got a key?" he asked, turning around.

She was right behind him. "You don't want to feel my warmth?" She pressed him against the door.

His hand gripped the hilt of his dagger.

Not moving an inch, she looked at it with cool eyes. "So that's how it's going to be?"

He swung his blade in a humming blur.

[Small Slash] activated!

The red arc exploded against her side, sending her flying backward and him against the door with enough force to break through it. He slammed into the far wall.

Level 5 Valencia Gardener (High Demon) 475/500 Health!

Fuck this. He jumped to his feet. Sprinting down the hallway, the sounds of whores and men sounded through the walls. He lept down the stairs, landing with a hard thump. A waitress walked into his path.

He turned his body with an inhuman reflex but hit the tray, sending mugs of beer into the air.

"Watch out!" someone yelled.

Kane did not wait to apologize. He was already sprinting out the front door. He took a right, heading to the stable. He thought he might have enough time to hop on horseback. With the speed of Snowfoot, he would at least have a chance to get away.

He made his way inside the stable. The pure white steed neighed upon seeing him. He cut the rope that held her and saddled her in one smooth motion.

Then he was riding out the entrance.

Valencia stood there outside the door of the brothel, head turning to watch him go. Would she follow?

The wind blasted his long white locks as it smelled of grapes and wine. Snowfoot galloped over the stone courtyard, parting the crowd with the thunder of her hooves.

A firework boomed in the sky.

Snowfoot skidded to a stop, raising herself on her rear legs.

"Easy, girl!" Kane said.

Holding her reign felt like holding the edge of a cliff. Snowfoot kicked her white hooves at the sky, red eyes beady with fright.

Kane dug his hand into her side, feeding her Havoc. As her eyes glowed, she chose to fall forward. She tossed her head this way and that, trotting in any direction but the one he wanted.

It was the worst fucking time to ride a horse, let alone one that startled from the lighting of a match. Another firework exploded. Snowfoot broke into a sprint.

Kane set his mind on getting out of the city, but certain things tugged his focus. Why did he sometimes see a floating exclamation mark above someone's head? Or floating numbers above common crooks in the alleys? What the fuck was going on!

He passed under an arch. A castle reflected the moonlight to his right, rising above the buildings like a white tooth. He thundered down the mile stretch of road and out of the city.

The shadowed lumps of hills flew past. Lines of vineyards covered their sides, displaced by the occasional patch of a forest.

Now he rode down a tunnel of branches. Bats flitted between leaves. Moonlight shadows crisscrossed the grass. That was when he saw the shadow of her wings.

Before he could react, she slammed into his side. He flew through the air and struck a tree. He felt his spine snap.

Critical hit taken!

You're dying!

He lay on a patch of grass, unable to move. Valencia's leathery wings flared outward, retracting as she neared him.

"Your little move hurt, you know?" Valencia said.

Fuck you, he tried to say, but his mouth would not work.

Valencia surveyed the surroundings. "I quite like the wilderness. Perhaps I should kill more out here?" She waited for him to respond. "Nothing? Well, this is no fun."

Her clawed foot crunched into his chest. The world faded.

Darkness replaced his vision.

 

Save (Create a save point)

Load (Return to a prior save point)

 

He had his thoughts. He could think. But he didn't know what to do. He focused on the save option.

 

You're not in-game!

 

In-game?

When he chose Load instead, he was greeted with a picture of him in the tub at a time of zero.

Would he return back to that point? Again? He took the moment to think about it. It was the only option, but he could also take this moment to plan things out.

I could charm her? he thought.

It sounded like the best action. Could he fuck her after she had killed him twice? He guessed it was time to figure out.

He selected Load on Save #1.

***

Kane exhaled as he sank into the tub. He was alive, and that was more than enough. If he had unlimited lives, maybe he should try killing her? As he considered it, he couldn't imagine it being worth it. He would die a hundred times before killing a High Demon, and the reward was a pathetic pouch of a coin from a distressed widow.

He rose out of the tub. Valencia watched him over her shoulder as she strode toward her.

"You could at least let me finish my-" she started.

He pressed himself against her, feeling her ass against his groin and her breasts against his hand.

His hand wrapped around her neck. "I'll fuck you how I want and hear no complaints."

"Then take me already," she moaned.

He pushed her over the dresser, toppling bottles and making a mess. He tore up the bottom of her dress. Then he took her with deep and hard thrusts. Was he trying to survive? Or was he just trying to catch a break? He wasn't sure anymore.

He grabbed her hair and pulled, making her back arch. Maybe if he had grabbed his dagger this was the point where he might catch her at a moment of weakness. His veins began to glow as he harnessed the power of Havoc. He might have broken a normal girl with this strength, but Valencia could more than take it. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she quivered against him.

Yes. It could be done. He finished a moment after her and found himself somewhat relaxed.

"You ruined my dress," Valencia said. "That will be extra."

"Would you have preferred it any other way?"

She bit her lip. "No. You can spend the night in my bed if you wish?"

"Am I free to go?"

She smiled. "Why wouldn't you be? After you pay me, of course."

He could almost laugh. He thought he would prevail with the strike of his dagger, not the thrusting of his tool...

If he was free, then he needed to access that visual.

The dark screen appeared, and he selected the save option.

Are you sure you want to overwrite your existing save? You will no longer be able to access it.

And lose the chance to relive that moment? He selected a new save instead.

The darkness faded, and he was brought back into the moment.

"Well?" Valencia asked. "What's it going to be?"

"Do we get to fuck anymore?"

"Of course. Same price as before. Consider the night on me."

"Then I'm all for it."

Was he really about to spend a night in bed with a High Demon? He would have left, but she had said some things that were nagging him. She spoke of the Red King almost as if she knew his plans. Or had some idea of what was going on.

 

Quest started!

 

The Rise of the Red King

Discover more about the Red King's plans by spending the night with Valencia Gardener.

Reward: 1000 XP

Optional: Seek another path

 

Kane blinked at the floating text. It faded from his vision. His ire at the Red King was more than enough to pursue this quest, as was his fear that the Red King might know about the girl.

And this stuff that was happening to him? Kane had conquered Havoc, a wild and destructive force. These glowing menus seemed far more predictable and manageable. He just had to find a way to use it to his advantage.

He sat on the edge of the bed. Valencia threw a dry towel at his head. He ran it over his body.

He quickly made another save right before Valencia got on top of him. Her skin glowed under the white moon as her eyes caught the red of the burning one. He didn't rush things. The warmth of a woman was one of a few things that warmed his cold heart.

What did this High Demon know about Kane's oldest enemy? It was time to find out.

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