The Unwilling Protagonist

Chapter 5: Unwilling, but Tolerant

Somewhere far away...

In a mansion that was seized from its former owners sat a man surrounded by women on either side of him. He was receiving the "service" of these women with a look of bliss on his face. He looked down at the women pleasuring him from below.

"You've both gotten very good at this." He said in a sultry tone, "You used to resist so much, but now, you're very obedient..." He ran his hands across the women's hair.

The man went back to enjoying his orgy until he felt a pain his chest. The women around him all stood up and looked in concern.

"Master, are you alright?" One woman said, holding the man up.

"Get out." The man said sternly. The women were confused by his sudden change in behavior, but quickly left when he shouted, "GET OUT!"

The man was alone in the room now. At that point, he was consumed by black flames and showed his true form. Eyes red with malice, and blackfire composing his entire body.

After the transformation, another figure appeared in the room. This one was different, it had a series of red lines running along its body with a runic circle on its chest and black dots acting as pupils against its red eyes.

"Did you feel that?"

"Strength is dead."

"The Hero got lucky with Strength. Ensure that he doesn't make it past you. Increase the speed of your conquest on this front. Hierophant and Chariot have started to do the same. When you find the Hero, kill them immediately. Do not waste a single moment, I know how you think, Devil."

"I will make them suffer for what they did to Strength!"

"You want them to suffer?! Then do it while they're dying! Every moment the Hero lives is every moment we are threatened! Do not disobey me!"

Devil kneeled down, "Yes, Lord Magician."

With that said, the red-lined figure vanished and the man, now known as Devil was alone again. He sighed through gritted teeth, but then smiled; it was time for him to engage in his other pleasure: sadism.

Opening Theme:

It had been two days since Y/N left the Light Temple. Two days since most of the girls lost hope in the Hero of the Realm. Two days since they lost any chance of beating back the Arcana.

Miriam and Charlotte took to walking together through the halls of the temple just so they could occupy themselves rather than do nothing. Miriam, for one, felt uneasy and frustrated at how quick Y/N was to forfeit his title and how he acted towards the mistress while Charlotte was more distraught at Y/N's apathy towards the world and to the victims of the Arcana's cruelty.

"Do you think he'll come back?" Charlotte asked innocently.

"Why would he?" Miriam replied with distaste, "He said it himself, he doesn't want to be a hero. He doesn't care about the fate of the world."

"Surely, there can be some way to convince him."

On cue, there was a heavy knocking at the door. Miriam and Charlotte, conveniently walking past the door, both went to open it. Outside was none other than Y/N.

"Have you come crawling back to us now?" Miriam spoke with spite.

"I need to see the mistress." Y/N demanded.