Bloodmancer: Hero of Ruin
To be a hero is a curse, not a blessing. It's a simple truth Leon learned in the most painful of ways. He heroically slaughtered all the enemies of his president. Heroically purged those who opposed his master. And heroically brought doom to those who cried under the boot of the world's dictator. Leon saw the death of his family; a result of the events he set in motion himself. He saw his beloved city turn into ruins, scorched by the radioactive flames of the nuke he set off. His title was as cheap as his life. And in the only act of rebellion he could find, he heroically put an end to his life... And the world he helped to destroy. 'All of this happened... But why am I hearing a self-entitled voice calling me a failure?' Leon couldn't help but ponder. 'No, that's not it...' he quickly corrected himself. 'How can I hear anything if I evaporated in the wake of the nuke I detonated myself?'
Pact of blood
There was a logical explanation as to why Leon's group of four ended up walking up the stairs.
It was most likely an attempt to separate the ground floor where the selection was taking place from the private rooms where the customers could indulge in the girls of their choice.
And yet, while Leon continued to climb the stairs, he couldn't help but think of only two things.
'This is my first time taking a girl upstairs,' he kept on thinking while the perspective of losing his not really treasured virginity card kept on occupying his mind.
And then…
And then, there was the elven beauty hanging on to his hand and brimming with smiles that he wouldn't expect from someone that was trembling in fear just a moment ago.
'She seems to be really happy…' he thought. 'No, not happy,' he then quickly corrected himself. 'Overjoyed.'
Regardless of the reasons, this was the only way in which Leon could explain the elf's behavior.