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?'
I will be back (r18)
The insides of the private room on the second floor of the Passiflora brothel appeared like some sort of a field of a recent battle. While there was no blood, all that one could see were four corpses, each resting in a different position while covered in bodily juices all over.
"Ha… ha… ha…" the elven girl was bent over what looked like a dining table. Leon's cum was flowing down the inner side of her thighs while her body twitched to the rhythm of her ragged breath.
The spy's partner lay down on the floor with every limb of her pointing in a different expression. Her tongue was hanging off from the side of her mouth while her eyes gave off an absent look.
As for the men, the spy was on the verge of falling asleep on the sofa while Leon sat down by the side of the dining table.
Save for everyone's heavy, exhausted breathing, only Leon kept his ability to move… even if it was currently limited to just caressing the delicate indent of the elf's spine.