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Naturally, it came as quite a shock when you found out that your father was a demon. Not just a bad person – a literal demon, with horns and everything. Your mother had successfully hidden the truth from you for over two decades of your life, and because you had never used your demonic powers, your appearance remained human. That all changed when your duty as a Scout threw you into a dire situation. In order to save yourself and your comrades, you activated the powers that you didn’t even know you had. You were skilled enough as a human, but since that fateful moment, everything was heightened to superhuman levels – speed, strength, agility, perception. You also gained night vision, as well as the ability to manipulate shadows. The instant you unlocked your demonic powers, your appearance changed to reflect your heritage. You now had a barbed tail, black nails as sharp as claws, and horns that curved around your head like a crown. Your eyes were also unnaturally bright, as if the

After the fall of Wall Maria, it became difficult for witches and vampires to hide their existence, now that so many people were shoved into close quarters within the remaining two Walls. It started with a few rumors here and there, and then all of a sudden, everyone knew someone who had seen the supernatural creatures with their own eyes. Belief spread rapidly for stories that were once mere legend – and so did fear. Having just endured a titan attack, no one was eager to have more monsters in their midst. Yet, not all monsters were created equal. Despite initial objections from the Wall Cult, witches became revered by society. Not only did they make incredible medicinal contributions and help crops grow, but they were also able to protect citizens from the more problematic vampires. The fanged creatures largely lived inside a deep network of caves that was only accessible through the Underground City. This subterranean existence was preferable for them, given that they couldn’t

As the ferry boat carried you from your hotel to the main hub for the Universal theme parks, you felt your excitement growing. This was real. You were finally on vacation. Of course, you had been excited from the moment you arrived at your hotel and saw how nice it was. The abundant waterfalls and palm trees made it feel like a tropical paradise. Your room looked nice too – although you had only visited it long enough to set your luggage down before starting off on your adventure. It was already mid-afternoon, so you and your husband wouldn’t be going into the theme parks today. Rather, you decided to take it slow and relax a bit before jumping into all that craziness. However, you still needed food, and CityWalk – the shopping center that sat in front of the parks – was full of tasty things to eat. Given the intense heat of the Florida sun, you felt yourself craving ice cream, which was how the two of you ended up in Cold Stone Creamery. “I’d like that one,” you stated excitedly

Everything hurt. And he was cold. So, so cold. He was horribly aware of the grime coating his naked body – a mix of sweat, blood, and whatever muck was covering this stone floor. Yet, he couldn’t wipe it away. Even if there hadn’t been chains around his ankles, wrists, and throat, he wouldn’t have been able to move. His muscles had no strength left. He was trembling from head to toe, and while his body felt cold and clammy, his head was unbearably hot. A fog had taken hold of his brain, making it difficult to think. Yet, he was coherent enough to consciously recognize that he was sick, and that it was serious. He may have escaped the Underground, but decades later, in this dank cell, contagion had finally caught up with him. All his efforts, his obsessive cleaning, had been for naught. He was going to waste away, slowly and messily, just like his mother. His eyes stared straight ahead at the iron bars of his cell, at the hallway beyond, not really seeing them. Of course, there

Author's Note: This story contains non-consensual touching. It also discusses emotional trauma related to such activities. Please don't read if this will trigger bad things for you. ______________________________ The public was well aware of the grand, luxurious parties thrown by the upper class – the ones where they took turns filling their ballrooms with stiffly dressed, well-mannered lords and ladies, all chatting and dancing politely. However, there was another type of party that the rich and powerful liked to stage – one that was kept strictly confidential, because it would have revealed that they were just as depraved as the low-class sinners in the Underground City. Unlike their counterparts, these parties took place in the dark, with lots of masked faces and sultry clothing and unspoken indulgences. This was the filthy underbelly of society’s elite, and your commander had ordered you straight into the thick of it. Apparently, one of the merchants here had information that the