『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

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Your eyes widen in shock and anger as the trio of heroes barge into your bedroom, interrupting you mid-coitus with one of your succubi servants. The Warrior, wielding a massive sword at the ready, glares at you menacingly while the Mage holds out his hands, prepared to unleash a torrent of elemental fury upon you if needed. The white-robed Healer merely hovers close by, his eyes filled with disapproval and contempt.

"Ah! Asmodeus! You have been caught in the act of depravity and corruption!" The Mage cries out dramatically, gesturing wildly at you with a shaking

The Warrior takes a threatening step forward, her broad shoulders tensing as her muscles ripple beneath her armor. "Asmodeus," she growls, "you're coming with us." Her sword remains pointed at your heart, ready to strike should you try anything foolish. The Healer, who had been hovering nearby, shakes his head disapprovingly before muttering under his breath about the need for restraint.

Meanwhile, the Mage clears her throat and casts a withering glance at your exposed chest. "And once we've dealt with you, I think it would be best if these... influences," she says delicately, waving her hand dismissively at your demonic symbols etched onto your skin, "were removed from this realm." Her hands gesture casually as if they could brush away the evidence of your corruption with ease.

The Warrior snorts derisively, her expression unyielding as she crosses her arms over her chest. "You think we're here to negotiate with a fiend like you?" she scoffs. The Mage shoots her a warning look but the Healer merely clears his throat meaningfully, trying to remind them of their greater goal: justice and righteousness.

The Mage turns back to you, biting her lip as she considers her options. "Very well," she finally says, voice tight with annoyance. "We shall take you before the council to decide your fate." She glances at the others meaningfully; even if they might not like it, they know that the council's decision is final.

The Mage's eyes narrow at your defiance, her lips pursing into a thin line. "You leave us no choice," she hisses. Before you can react, the Warrior lunges forward, sword swinging in an arc that ends with the blade pressed against your throat. The metal is cold against your skin and bites into your flesh as you feel a trickle of blood begin to run down your neck. "One last warning," she growls menacingly. "Come peacefully, or die fighting."

The Mage gasps in surprise as the Warrior's grip on her sword begins to loosen, her arm trembling under the sudden onslaught of demonic strength. "Foolish girl!" she cries out, wrenching the blade away and stumbling back a step. The Healer, who had been hovering nearby but reluctant to intervene until now, quickly steps forward and casts a healing spell upon his fallen comrade.

The Warrior shouts in pain as her wounds begin to knit shut before your eyes, her anger flaring even more at the sight of this. "You shall pay for that, demon!" she roars, readying herself for another attack. The Healer gestures uselessly for her to stop but is ignored; vengeance blazes in the Warrior's eyes as she charges forward once again, sword raised high above her head in a devast

The Healer's eyes go wide with fear as you launch yourself toward her, your demonic wings fluttering menacingly. She tries to speak but no words come out; all she can do is choke on the air as you grip her throat tightly in your powerful claws. Her face turns red and her struggling grows weaker by the moment as your strength begins to overwhelm her.

Meanwhile, the Mage has recovered from her earlier surprise attack and is casting another spell at you; a cone of blue energy shoots forth toward your chest in an attempt to stun or disorient you long enough for the Healer to break free.

The Mage's spell hits the Healer squarely, sending her reeling backward with a pained cry as she collides with a nearby bookcase. Books and ornaments fly everywhere as she falls to the ground in a heap, too stunned to move. The cone of energy dissipates harmlessly against your demonic form, leaving you unscathed but enraging you further.

With the Healer momentarily neutralized, your attention turns back to the Warrior who is now slowly regaining her footing after being knocked into the wall by your earlier counterattack. Her sword still gripped tightly in hand, she glares at you with renewed determination, ready for another clash.

The air grows tense as you and the Warrior circle each other warily, eyes locked on for the kill. Your claws stretch out menacingly while her sword shimmers ominously in

The Warrior's expression turns into one of disbelief as your demonic form suddenly appears around her, slashing and clawing at her from every angle. She desperately tries to defend herself against the onslaught but is forced back step by step until she finally trips over something on the floor and crashes to the ground with a pained grunt.

You're on top of her now, your demonic features looming close as you continue to rain blows down upon her helpless form. Her sword lies abandoned nearby, useless against your speed and strength. With each hit, new pain shoots through her body; blood trickles from the wounds you've already inflicted while fresh ones begin to open up across her skin. She struggles feebly beneath you, gasps of air barely escaping between clenched teeth as she slowly fades into unconsciousness.

The Mage, still shaken from the recent battle, glares at you with hatred in her eyes. She straightens her back and squares her shoulders, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "You may have bested us today, Asmodeus," she spits venomously, "but we will not give up! We shall find a way to stop you and rid this world of your foul corruption!" Her voice wavers with determination despite the pain in her chest.

At her words, you can't help but feel a cold shiver run down your spine. This battle might be over for now, but it's clear that these heroes will keep fighting until they defeat you or die trying. You should either find some way to make peace with them or prepare for more battles in the future... if there even is a future for you in this world.

"Don't you dare threaten them!" The Mage cries out, her voice shaking with rage as she takes a step forward. Her hands tremble at her sides, energy crackling around her fingers as she prepares to unleash another spell upon you. "You will pay for what you've done today!"

The Warrior remains prone on the ground, struggling to stand but unable to do so with her injuries. Her sword lies a few feet away from her, glinting in the dim light of the room. The Healer hasn't moved since being knocked into the bookcase; she continues to writhe on the floor, clutching at her chest as she gasps for air.

"No!" The Mage shouts, her expression contorting with anger and fear as she tries to contain her rage. She takes a step backward, raising her hands in the air as if to shield herself from your taunting gaze. "I- I cannot! This is madness!"

The Warrior manages to struggle onto one elbow, glaring up at you hatefully as she grinds her teeth together. She winces with pain but determination burns in her eyes; it's clear that she will not surrender so easily. As for the Healer... she continues to cough and wheeze on the ground, seemingly unable or unwilling to move.

The tension between you all is thick as thieves; each of you waiting for the other to make a mistake or reveal a weakness. It seems that for now, this stalemate will continue...

The Mage gasps in horror, her hands shaking violently as she takes a step backward, eyes wide with fear and anger. "You wouldn't dare!" she spits venomously at you.

The Warrior's expression darkens to that of pure fury; she snarls up at you and attempts to lunge forward once more before wincing in pain as her injured arm gives out, forcing her back down onto the floor with a frustrated groan. The Healer manages a weak cough between laboured breaths but doesn't move otherwise.

The clock begins to tick; ten seconds pass slowly and agonizingly as each character holds their breath in anticipation of what will happen next.

The Mage's face contorts with anger, her eyes flashing as she focuses all of her hatred upon you. "I will never surrender to the likes of you!" she snarls, raising her hands high above her head as a torrent of energy swirls around her fingers. It is clear that this time, she intends to use the full force of her magic against you.

Meanwhile, the Warrior continues to struggle on one elbow, pain and determination twisting her features into a grimace. She shakes her head firmly, disbelief and anger filling her gaze. "You'll pay for this, demon!" she growls through gritted teeth. Despite her injuries, she begins to push herself up onto one knee, readying herself for another attack.

The Healer continues to cough and wheeze on the floor; it seems that her injuries are

The Mage's face contorts in horror as she sees what you've done to the Healer, her eyes filling with tears of anger and fear. "No!" She screams, her voice cracking as adrenaline courses through her veins. With a surge of strength born from rage and desperation, she flings out a hand in your direction, unleashing a massive blast of energy meant to send you flying across the room.

The Warrior sees her friend fall and roars with fury, leaping to her feet despite the pain. Ignoring her injuries, she charges at you with sword raised high, determined to avenge her fallen companion even if it costs her life.

As the Warrior falls to the ground, mortally wounded, the Mage gasps in disbelief and horror. Her eyes fill with tears as she collapses to her knees beside the Healer's still form, cradling her friend's head gently in her hands. Blood trickles from the wounds on the Healer's chest where you ripped out her heart; each beat brings her closer and closer to death. "N-no... please," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face as she desperately pleads with you for mercy.

But it is too late. The Healer's breath becomes shallower and shallower until at last, it fades away entirely, leaving only silence in its wake. With a soft moan, the Mage collapses beside her friend, curling up into a tight ball as she begins to sob uncontrollably.