The Punishment of A Demon General

We continue to walk past a bunch of relatively shorter buildings, though I would definitely say they're still comparative to castles, if not perhaps a bit dingy like the rest of this world seems to be, a tone of greasiness following many of the structures.

Thankfully, I haven't spilled the rest of my sprite, even while she holds my wrist, and I certainly haven't dropped the 'pizza', I mean, what do you take me for?!

We walk across long paved paths, past some half asleep uniformed dudes looking like they don't want to be there, trees flanking our trail to a building marked in large bold letters "Jefferson Dorms", the sun beginning to fall past some of the extraordinarily tall buildings beside the area as we do, indicating the coming nightfall.

Honestly, I didn't even realize how close it was to dusk, but I'm kind of glad we got in somewhere bright before then... I don't want a repeat of that cave experience, human night vision sucks soooo bad...

She presses something to a black thing as we reach a second door, a small noise resounding before a loud click, shortly after, she pulls the door open, dragging me in. I'm brought over to some sort of strange but large room, reminiscent of some sort of dining hall for perhaps an army, guiding me to set the pizza's down silently as she pulls out something to poke at.

Putting the thing in her hand away, she looks to me. "There, we can eat together and chat, I won't break curfew, and you can't rape me, how's that sound?" I feel slightly overwhelmed by all the things happening at once, but I just nod obediently as a couple people jump out of some doors in the distance, one of them coming over in a sprint. "Holy fuck yeah, you weren't joking! Pizza!" A butch looking short-haired blonde woman tries to snatch one of the boxes before the Heroine grabs it, stopping her.

"I get dibs on first pick." Whoa, either she's surprisingly strong for her fragile appearance, or her friend? doesn't mind playing along with her mess. She just crosses her arms and pouts as another shorter and more quiet woman appears, waving her hand slightly, having taken a far more casual pace to reach there.

The Heroine digs through the boxes quickly, grabbing some slices while the butch girl grabs some strange plates from somewhere. The Heroine tosses some slices onto her plate with the butch woman digging in shortly after.

To my confusion, more women begin flooding in, apparently some sort of call to arms having happened, a dozen or so jumping in for some of the pizza we had brought.

The Heroine grabs some more pizza before anyone else can get to it, tossing a plate with a couple slices to me, as well as a bit of that thing called a New-York style cookie, or whatever it was.

"Uh...?" Before I can try to question it, she begins leading me into a corner, why do I feel like our roles have been reversed suddenly...? This really feels like the Heroine I know now, why did she act like that before?

Suddenly the once mostly empty room has turned into a 'pizza' party, the causes of it having retreated to a mostly lonely corner as the Heroine looks at me with a curious face, taking a bite out of her pizza.

"Sho, whatsha want?" I stare blankly, what do I want? I wanted to uh, you know, make your fantasies come true? That's kind of the point here. I can't say that, though, instead I try to do the same, taking a bite of the pizza. Cringing at the heat on my tongue, the burning sensation extraordinarily unpleasant.

"Haaah... Haaah..." I desperately blow on it, trying to stop the discomforting heat, completely unfamiliar with the feeling.

"... Take a drink, lusty." I immediately dive into my 'sprite' gladly, the cooling sensation, relieving me, though it leaves a strange and unpleasant feeling regardless as I try to fan my tongue, tears sitting at the corners of my eyes.

"... Yeah, let the deep dish cool next time, also, your hands are filthy, use a fork too." You're the one who used your hands first! Instead of letting me complain, she just wipes my hands down like a doting mother with a napkin she apparently brought with her.

"I meet you and you're covered in red, now I eat with you and you're covered in red, is this a habit of yours?" I stare at her blankly, wondering what kind of meaning this is supposed to have.

"... Laugh or something, jeez." She pouts slightly, taking another bite of her pizza, a small grin on her face afterwards a little bit of tomato sauce at the corner of her lip.

"Haha?" I make the most fake laugh I can, I don't even know if it's on purpose, but I definitely know it's fake as hell.

"Pfft, thanks, I guess... So why did you wanna 'get to know me' so much?" I mean, you're the Heroine, you're basically the main character of this world, since yenno, we came together. ... I can't say that, can I?

Why do I like the Heroine? What should I tell her? ... It'd be weird if I started praising her for random things out of nowhere, though...

"W-when you gave me that handkerchief and stuff, I uh... I thought that was really wonderful, everyone else walked past, and you stepped in, so that was really, really cool of you." I mean, I guess it is kind of cool of her that she steps into help people no matter what, but... I dunno, I just don't think it's exactly what I like about the Heroine...

Wait, why am I even saying I like her anyway? I just lust for her! She's hot, that's it! I'm a lust demon, it's natural to like people who are hot!

"Ah... Yeah, no worries about that, you just seemed like you were having a tough day, and I was kind of worried I'd have to call EMS for you or something, with how confused you were I wondered if maybe you got a concussion or something." No, I just got dropped face first into another world... I mean, this is another world, right? It's gotta be, it's nothing I've ever seen anywhere!

This has gotta be the Heroine's home world! I don't know why it's a part of her fetishes, but whatever! Who cares, I just need to find a way into her pants, anyway!

Putting that goal aside, though there is something I've been wondering since we started, I guess I'll have to bite the bullet there... "What's a pad?"

She nearly chokes on her pizza, pounding on her chest briefly before taking a deep slurp of her drink, staring at me in a mixture of horror, confusion, and awkwardness. "It's uh... It's..." She pauses for several moments, obviously at a loss for what to say. "... You'll know when you're older."

What? What is that supposed to mean? Why are you looking at me so awkwardly now? What is this awkward silence? Ughhh! I can't help but pout while I watch her, her eyes looking away from her, not doing her extreme eye bags any favors.

"Um, hey..." This shouldn't be too inappropriate of a question for a human, right...? "Are you doing alright?" I stare, my brow furrowed slightly as I watch her.

She looks at me with a little bit of annoyance on her face after I say that, squinting at me as if to try and find out my intentions. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

"Um, I just mean the whole... You look kind of tired thing." I scratch my cheek awkwardly, not knowing exactly how to put it, she looks honestly sickly, ready to keel over at any moment.

"... And that sounds like none of your business." She states coldly, sending a chill up my spine as she stares firmly at me. It appears I've stepped on some sort of land mine... Red flag, red flag! Save me, Heroine! ... Oh wait...

I can't help but fiddle with my fingers awkwardly, hanging my head, not knowing what to do, why is she acting like this?! Aaagh, even though she seemed a little like the Heroine before there, she seems so different again now, what am I even doing?!

Right, Human 101 from before! When in doubt, apologize! "I'm sorry!" I look up at her awkwardly, hoping that would make her at least a little more friendly, my hands wringing themselves out nervously.

"It's fine." She mutters, her expression indicating it is probably in fact less than fine, but she seems to be enduring it none-the-less.

Oh no... This is Julia all over again... What do I do? Uh, uh... How did I make Julia happy? I think it was... Oh! Talking about bondage!

What kind of bondage, though...? I mean, she likes tying people down, I think, but there is one question I've always been curious about, I've always wanted to know if she'd let me do it to her instead...

"Um... So, do you like being tied down?" She stares at me, completely baffled by the question before letting out an annoyed sigh, attempting standing up with a loud creak of her chair

"I think we're done here." I hop up before she can even make it out of her seat, desperate to not let her go, my hands waving around in a flurry of panic.

"W-wait, uhm..." Why didn't that work, why didn't that work?! Uh, what does the Heroine like? She pushes past me, ignoring my conflict as I try to think of whatever else to say, what would her favorite thing be, her favorite thing...

Bullying people? Maybe. Imprisoning people? Maybe. Killing demons? Probably, but that feels like it might be niche.

Wait, harems! She wants to build a harem super badly, right? Especially a demon harem! I'm a perfect candidate there! I'll just tell her I'll accept joining her harem here!

"I-I'll be apart of your harem!" I shout after her, making the entire hall fall into a dead silence, her body freezing as she turns back to me to stare.

She turns back, staring at me with cold dead eyes, sending deep shivers up my spine as I try not to run away, my heart feeling intensely pricked with discomforting emotions.

"... I wouldn't want you apart of my harem in a million years!" She shouts back in annoyance, causing everything to suddenly flash me with white once again. I groan as the feeling of judgement surrounds me once more, shielding my eyes once again with both hands against the blinding light, closing them immediately, trying to shake the spots from my vision despite the it being a dream.

I take a few moments, to try and catch my brain up, my head a mess from everything that had just happened... Wait, what...? The Heroine doesn't want me apart of her harem? I don't know why, but those words especially feel like they've driven a knife straight into my heart.

+Dun dun-+

(Okay, stop it, that's the third time you've done that one.)

+Fiiine... I feel kind of bad for you here.+

(I feel bad for me too.)

+Wow, narcissist much?+

(... Shut, it hurt a lot at the time, that's not narcissism, that's just remembering trauma.)

+Fair, sorry for poking fun.+

(Who are you, and what have you done with the Heroine?)

+I'm a magical being here to recruit you into a force that'll give you amazing powers to try and save the world from a cosmic level threat that will attack it, you'll have to go through transformations and-+

(I don't get it.)

+I didn't even get to finish!+

Author's Note:

I'm gonna be going in for a thing that might have me in (an amount) of pain tomorrow, I don't know how much, but I might not be able to write if I'm out of it.

I'll also put it as a 'possibly the day after' as a just in case, hopefully I can just post tomorrow though! I don't like missing days.