Glossary

Characters:

Damien Claybrook: A man of refined tastes, killed by Truck-sama mere seconds after recovering from his NEET ways and sent to an Otome Game world as a warning to others who dare try to make something of themselves after being trash for so many years. He likes milfs, goth girls, and cat-girls specifically but is welcome to all Furry-Eared Ones. His main goal in life is to find a cute, busty cat-girl goth GF. Barring that, finding a cute, busty cat-girl, turning her goth and making a milf outta her.

Known as the Purple-Eyed Devil for various incidents that were totally not his fault at all. He likes long walks on the beach, patting the heads of lolies, and beheading heretics. And not in that order.

He also has a penchant for creating cute outfits, such as his sister Dolly's signature white bunny onesie. He frequently has Minerva cosplay for him. He's a disgrace to all true Lolicons, though, and actually follows the Yes Lolita No Touch rule. I.e, despite his popularity with the girls his sentiments are, and I quote, "You gotta be at least 18 or older to hop on this ride." Another quote would be, "All girls under 20 can only be my sister." But don't worry because incest is one of his top searched porn history.

Hates NTR but isn't above going after someone's wife.

Dahlia "Dolly" Claybrook: Day's little sister, the personification of moe(don't think so? Fukken fight me) and, if truth be told, a beautful mistake of a human. Mainly because she barely qualifies as one. This cute little nitwit loves only two things, shinies and shinier shinies. Also Damien, but that's just due to a budding brocon. This is the girl who thinks fiance means friend and gambling free shinies. Which is another thing--never gamble with this chick. Like Day, she's got Lady Luck on speed-dial. Also Satan. "What do you mean, nothing left? You still have you soul, don't you?" She's a klepto with huge potential in kidnapping and thievery.

Muriel "Mama" Claybrook: Damien's Half-Dragon, Half-Succubus mother. Her human form is that of a young woman with chocolate brown hair and stunning blue eyes. Used to get her sick kicks from breast-feeding Damien as a child. Dreams of her son someday picking up the dwindling male Dragon's slack and producing many, many little Dragon babies to restore their population. She likes spicy foods, anal, and trying to pimp out her son.

Elias Claybrook: The man who laid the Dragon. Donkey would be proud. He's a master Aura user, a war hero, and the one who played a pivotal role in forging the Five-Way Alliance. Which all sounds nice but really he just dicked his way through most things, sometimes literally if his stories of comforting lonely widows are to be believed. A powerful man in his prime, he fears no one. Except Mary.

Rosemary: The servant and best friend of Mama Claybrook. No matter what anyone says, she's got the best breasts in the west and she probably knows it. Mother to Vera and Baz, no one really knows how old she is. Being the Spirit of the World Tree created by the blood of the Dragon God, though, one can guess she's pretty ancient. How much time she actually spent in human form, however, is a complete mystery.

Basil: Baz is a sweet summer child made attendant to a person some believe the reincarnation of a past Demon King. This adorable little airhead? Doesn't much care. He don't judge. As Damien's best friend, and given his happy-go-lucky nature, it's safe to say his common sense has already been thoroughly twisted. He'd kick your shins into pieces if it meant he'd get a cookie afterwards. He really likes him some cookies. But you can't call him a cookie monster. More of a cookie connoiseur. Due to his instant acceptance of Furry-Eared One Minerva, he earned himself the title of First Apostle long before the Cleansing of heretics even began.

Vera: Baz's younger, smarter, more foul-mouthed sister. Her bark is worse than her bite, but only because her bark can leave you a trembling mass of flesh calling for your mommy while you suck on your thumb. When encountering a wild Vera, bring ear plugs. If you like keeping your sanity. Her only weakness? Damien. Not that she'd ever admit it. Also whips. Yes, she's got a bit of masochist under all that sass, it's true, but only the Devil's Left can appease THIS little pervert. Despite the sharp tongue, expressionless face and all words to the contrary, however, she's definitely Best Girl. While not the most HONEST heroine, she is, secretly, the most loyal and caring. Don't like her? I challenge you to fisticuffs.

Evie: Born of a runaway Asmodian Princess and a mysterious young Blacksmith from an unnamed village, Evie was born with a remarkable power she likes to keep under wraps. Literally. Her uncontrolled powers make her face mesmerizing to all who gaze upon it. In other words, total jailbait. With her mother dying at an early age she was left to Minerva's care. Thrown out of her mother's husband, a Count, after the truth of her birth came to light--in some ways--she and her "new mother" wandered from place to place until being found and taken in by Damien. She quickly grew attached to the otherworldly pretty and "magnanimous" boy who seemed unaffected by her Charm. Having never known acceptance or affection from any but each other the two quickly, and ironically, gave the dandy young lad the status of Angel. After all only an Angel would come to the rescue of cursed existences such as them, right?

Minerva: Birthed from a Feline tribeswoman and the Fenrir Royal Family's 2nd Prince Callum, Minnie's was a harsh life. Originally meant to be a cherished Princess, all that was forfeit at birth when her mutations were discovered. Relations between the two tribes were bad and her mother hid her origins, most beastkin of different species unable to be differentiated from one another after gaining their human forms in ages past. Mutated beastkin already hated, if only she were born with wolf ears perhaps she could still be accepted. But alas, she bore cat ears instead. Her mother banished, father dying some few years later, and herself sent to a foreign Princess to be a servant. Later having to hide both her mutations from ignorant masses and Evie's face from...well, everyone...she served several unforgiving Masters before being found by a VERY enthusiastic Damien. Knowing that only a Divine being could ever show care for a mutant like her, she quickly believed in Evie's words of "He is an Angel sent for Min," and has decided to be his most supportive follower on his mission to "guide the world into a golden era free of ignorance"...which they, adoptive mother and daughter, have placed on his shoulders through a combination of their own misunderstandings and Damien's weakness to lolies and cat-girl. "Fuck it. Deus Vult. We're goin' on a purge." To sum up his thoughts on the matter.

Chelsea Morgen: Commonly referred to as Bubbles, a name given to her by Damien because the name Chelsea was too steriotypical of an Undine, Chelsea is a very light-hearted and somewhat mischievous woman. She is first depicted as a middle-school aged young lady but is older than her appearance suggest due to using a life-saving technique that rendered her and her sister babies. More recently her body has started to mature and ripen, much to her delight.

She was found by a chief from one of the Great Clans of the Aeil and was later dubbed a Goddess due to her ability to create water, a highly prized commodity to those living in the Dry Lands.

She hit it off well with Damien from the start. But don't let this little fishy fool you with her carefree smile, she is actually quite horny and like our favorite little tree favors a firm tap to the rear. To establish an alliance between his budding kingdom at the Great Clans, helping him become the Chief of Chief, he and Bubbles planned to have a "fake" marriage. Despite the ceremony being legally binding they both agreed it would only be real in so far as the general public was concerned. As for Bubbles, she wanted to attack Damien's Uncle Llyr's lair as it was slowly draining the life energy from the Dry Lands and hoped that after she destroyed this lair being married to Damien would mean she would be shielded from the potential fallout.

Because they are both regarded as Gods by their people, their union was met with much fanfare and blessings.

Because these two kindred spirits are lazy scum who hated the formality of it all, they used water clones in their place during the actual marriage ceremony and instead went to directly enjoy their honeymoon. Upon which Damien decided to kindly indulge this horny fish and spent a week thoroughly servicing her.

Unexpectedly developing real romantic interest for the guy halfway through, she was happy to come back from the honeymoon and make a go at making the relationship real. Sadly, her boy had other ideas and didn't reciprocate Bubbles feelings like the motherfucking scum he is.

Though it was really not his fault since they both agreed--

"Oh no you don't. Gimme that pencil."

"Oi, this is MY glossary, you can't just...hey...hey! Dammit, you fuckin' sardine! I--"

Ahem. Sorry about that. Bubbles here! Just going to come out and say that while I do have SOME fault here, I mean come on. It's mostly that guy who's to blame. I'm also a shy maiden at heart, you know? I wanna be loved too! You can't just eat my ass one day and be all, "Hey dude last night was great. Still friends? Alright! Well I'm going to go shower all my affection upon a couple of tree-people now, see you around." the next. Like, what? Totally unfair. I never even got a chance. Fish-people deserve love too! Hmph. And you know, as long as it's not the arrogant, insufferable, bitchy, patronizing psychopath Vera, I don't mind watering some trees every now and then. See? I'm totally the best pick. I'm kind, funny, sexy, magnanimous, kinky....just the perfect lover, really. Why are we even debating this?

"Corporal Milly! Sic 'er!"

"Hoo-ah!"

"H-hey now...wait a minute. What're you-?! No, don't bite there...Ah! Dammit, what are you, a dog?! Get off me! Noooo~~~!!!"

"...Damn. Look at this shit. Contaminated. Fuck it I'll make another then. This one's gettin' scrapped.

Phil: The son of a chef who used to work at the Claybrook Estate. A friend of Damien who doubles as his student in the culinary arts. Always two, there are, a master and an apprentice.

Will: Another friend of Damien. A rather unsavory fellow quick with his hands and quicker with a shank. Once a petty thief, he's currently in a city of immigrants somewhat founded by Damien.

Jacob Broschart: Talented, handsome, wealthy. The Golden Boy of his generation. Jacob hails from a family of Freelance Knights, high-ranking Nobles famous for their bravery, integrity and skill with a sword. After realizing Vera's feelings for him through a confession the other thought him asleep for, Damien was distraught as the girl was much too young for his strike zone. But he also accepted she was the Best Girl, full of love and care, and so vowed to find her a man suitable for her pure maiden heart. Instead of waiting for her to grow up and try thinking of her as more than a second sister, the FUCKING IMPATIENT CUNT thought to be a matchmaker instead. The person he chose? You guessed it, it's Jacob. Because only this kind of heroic youth could be worthy of an adorable Angel like Vee in his mind. Nevermind how she might feel about being set up with another dude by the guy she loves.

Jacob's family seems to have a supernatural foresight or intuition, because when Day goes to pick him up several of them are already waiting.