Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

The passage of time meant little to an immortal shell, if not killed I'll keep living. Not many creatures had such a fate, but I wouldn't call it a blessing if you were forced to spend eternity in a dark pit.

Who knows how long ago it was? Maybe a century or a millennia ago, I was born to a queen–one that wished to rip my womb to curb competition. But for whatever darned reason, she threw me to the pit of death instead. It was a hole with no apparent limit, only the dead were thrown in there.

However, that wasn't the case for me and in my desperate attempts to cling to life, I feasted on rot and the corpses being thrown from above.

Then one day, parched beyond belief, my mind began to hallucinate. My body wandered the dead ground, my skin itching from dehydration. It was then that I found it, the dark water surfacing from the ground. I had to dig and dig and dig until every muscle in my body was sore from it. But by the time I found enough to quench my thirst–my mind and body both gave in.

I drowned that day or perhaps it was night? I couldn't tell in that dark pit, but the one thing I remember more vividly than anything was seeing a dark figure offering me his hands. He helped raise me from the dead and despite being drowned in the pool of dark water that now reached the brims of the crater, I didn't feel a thing being underwater.

I could breathe as easily as a fish in water, but swimming to the top or even climbing on the muddy walls was near damned impossible. The bodies still came, and I was still trapped inside that cesspool of blood, guts, and other viscera. Feeding on them to satisfy my hunger and drinking the dark water in that well, I somehow began to grow stronger.

The first carcass that I ate–a human whose body had already been consumed in most parts, nourished my womb with a child of darkness, leading me to become the mother of an abomination. However, the child drowned in the dark well–yet somehow, his siblings that came after survived. And with time, I realized that the fresher the meat, the more potent the child.

My body learned from its mistakes as well, and none of those little critters died the same way as another, it was almost as if the water was evolving them along with my own body.

A century or so passed and the well dried completely. The clan had stopped feeding the pit with bodies for a while, but my children who were much smaller than me crawled out of that crater and brought me the dead bodies of the same clan that had abandoned me.

Amongst them was the skull of my mother, her sons, their sons, and the sons of their sons, I could just smell it on their bones–the same vile smell of my mother. It was rooted within me as well, but the darkness had drowned it into a pit in my heart from which there was no returning.

It was around this time that I realized that the clan I belonged to had long been dead–how much time had passed? I had no clue at all, but that in itself became proof of my immortality. Given that I don't die at the hands of man or the effects of the dark water that has now altered my body doesn't run out.

However, if the witch's words are to be trusted, my body has forever been altered and nothing can truly change me to be normal again. Half a horror, half Arache, and in between the two–a devious soul that has learned to hone her monsters through solitude.

"In those depths, I didn't sleep but rather pondered, explored the depth of my mind and only then did I learn how to not fight but control that monster that I've turned into," and now, as I explained everything to the so-called hero, I was desperate to know if he could do the same, for if not–then my children born off him will be just as incompetent.

"So what do you suggest exactly?" He asked, his eyebrows squinted hard ever since I've been telling him my life story.

With a hum, I allowed myself to ponder. Even closing my eyes in the comforting warmth of hot water, I let myself drift into myself to find some obvious yet elusive answer.

"Tame who you are," coming onto those words, I opened my eyes back up. Looking right at him, I slipped closer and closer. "The only reason you're struggling is because you're fighting something that you don't understand."

Placing my hands over his cheeks, I let one of them wander down his neck.

"If you know who you are, if you embrace it, then rather than a monster being in you, you yourself would be the horror–and then, when you understand how it thinks, what feeds its murderous lust!

Then you can easily reel it in or let it act out whenever you want," every word from my mouth must've breathed to him of poison, but it was the kind of poison that was hard to swallow at first but later turned out to be the cure.

To get to that point of control, he would have to allow himself to be corrupted without losing his sense of self. It was a harrowing realization but one that he needed to be told not by me but by his parents. But alas, they were nowhere to be found–and so that job fell on my shoulders.

"Nowww~" Pulling him close by his face, I grabbed hold of his hand and slipped it right between my legs. Making him slap my pussy, while my lips inched closer to his, I couldn't help but smile, daydreaming about those babies that I would soon pump out from his seed. "Don't try to beat that monster, become it and then you won't have to worry about fighting a phantom enemy."

Closing my eyes, I leaned towards him for my first-ever kiss, but to nobody's surprise, he blocked my face with his hand before gently pushing me away. And though he said nothing and simply contemplated what I'd just told him, the look in his eyes relayed the words.

'You're not fooling me.' However, instead of getting angry, somewhere deep in my heart, I felt a spark from the thrill of chasing him.

'Soon I'll have you, just you wait~' Respecting his wishes, I decided to back away…for now.