02_In Warhammer Fantasy as my ERP Character

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 I awoke in… The warp.

 More specifically a small sanctuary designed to conceal my whereabouts from the Four that is provided by the system. I was given no knowledge whether they really know I exist or not. But as I am currently just a lesser unaligned daemon, I figure they just don''t care.

 Currently the sanctuary is like the inside of a ck box with nothing in it. Apparently I can conjure just about anything to fill the ce. Thefiest bed imaginable and other amenities. Noputer and inte connection though.

 But… I look at myself.

 My entire skin is sheer white. Smooth and without creases like normal skin. There''s no mounds on my chest and there''s no face or hair on my head. A bare puppet that is conscious. I don''t even remember my face anymore.

 I paused. I felt like something was wrong at the end of that thought but I can''t remember. As I tried to remember again, a distant sobbing sound caught my attention.

 There''s someone else here? I felt like I was trying to do something. But whatever, probably wasn''t important.

 I followed the sound. Then I freeze at what I saw. It was Vriel. The soul whose body I possess right now.

 She was a tall high elf, taller than most. With golden blond hair that extends to her thigh and amber eyes. Her body a perfect mix of well toned muscle and femininity. Well endowed front and back. She wipes away her tears from her face.

 And her face, with high cheekbone and sharp jawline. Carrying a sense of grace and willfulness. Everything is perfect. Just the way I like it.

 Our eyes met and her face now contorted with anger.

 Before I could think of anything, she tackled me to the ground. Hands wrapped on my neck in an attempt to choke.

 "Return my body Daemon!"

 Unfortunately for her, I do not feel anything. Then I grabbed and squeezed her butt. She gasped in surprise.

 "What are you doing?"

 But I ignored her as my hands are now sizing her body. One hand sizing the firmness of her butt. Another goes between her thigh, feeling and exploring her pussy and all her holes.

 "Stop it!"

 Then my hands goes up. To her hips, her midriff, her back, and finally her breast.

 "I said stop!"

 As I finished feeling up her upper body, my hands moved to her neck and choked her back. She made a choking noise and I squeeze harder.

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 <td style="width:32.8828%;text-align:center;height:24px">Owned Soul</td>

 <td style="width:34.4579%;text-align:center;height:24px">Vriel</td>

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 <td style="width:32.8828%;text-align:center;height:24px" colspan="2">Devour?</td>

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 <td style="width:32.8828%;text-align:center;height:21px">Yes</td>

 <td style="width:34.4579%;text-align:center;height:21px">No</td>

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 What!? No!

 In my surprise I released my grip and she fell on top of me. Cushioned by my breast that perfectly mirrored her own. She coughed, already trying to stand. But I grabbed her head and whispered in her ears.

 "Hush now. Sleep."

 And slept she did. I gently pushed her to the side and stood up. I looked at my body now and felt that it now mirrored every detail I felt on her. I looked at her sleeping figure and that screen came up again.

 No! She is my creation! Mine! Do not ask again!

 The screen disappears after my outburst. And not appear again as I knelt and looked at her more closely. Conflicting desires rose up in me. One is curiosity and hunger, how she would taste if I did devour her. Second is lust, to do whatever I want as she sleeps. Third is to finish what I unconsciously started and meld with her. Thest one however, I cannot describe in words.

 I caressed her long ears. I am here now. Nothing will harm you again. Then I felt something on my head and a soft feeling on my back and shoulder. It is her hair. And I see that my hand has unconsciously moved to her hair.

 I cannot stay here.

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 I opened my eyes. The sticky feeling all over is returned. Guess I''m back in the prison cell. Why did my body still feel sore?

 Then I opened a notification.

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 <td style="width:28.0633%;height:24px;text-align:center" colspan="2">Alignment Shift</td>

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 <td style="width:28.0633%;height:24px">nnesh</td>

 <td style="width:27.9105%;height:24px">+3%</td>

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 <td style="width:28.0633%;height:24px">Nurgle</td>

 <td style="width:27.9105%;height:24px">-3%</td>

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 No change in self alignment and the bonus from Nurgle is gone. I did lose myself to the pleasure back then. Checking my stat screen, there''s no additional attribute point. So one day has not passed yet.

 Is there anything I can do to help myself in this situation? Hearing my question, another screen pops up

 As a daemon (beings of willpower and concept) you have power based on the concept you adopt. Current limit: 2

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 <li style="font-weight:400">Authority lvl 2</li>

 <li style="font-weight:400">Empty</li>

 </ul>

 This is new. So I focused on the concept of authority.

 Concept: Authority

 You have control over certain things. You have passive control on certain situations and have a degree of control on the oue if you actively focus on it based on concept level and willpower. Your words can have magical effects.

 So I can do a power word kill some timeter? Sweet. But for now, I try to focus on my sore part and my word.

 "Heal"

 A cold and pleasant sensation washed over my whole body that I unintentionally moaned. Feeling my sores quickly reduced and gone, I stood up and checked my body. Every part of my body is sttered with dried cum. Particrly my crotch. So I focused again.

 "Clean"

 Then every filth starts dropping from my body. I am clean again before long and I can see the luster of my golden skin again. Speaking of which, how does passive control in certain situations work?

 Passive authority: (current max 1)

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 <li style="font-weight:400">Frenzy (locked): if knocked out all enemy will use the yer until satisfied (will not worked against enemy with required part)</li>

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 Oh, from the ERP. I guess that works and now I can try to get out this prison.

 Additional quest:

 Break out: 3 attribute points and 1 each witch hunter killed

 Nice. Now I focus on the cell door.

 "Open"

 The door unlocks itself and slits open. Now I feel pain in my tongue. Seems like 5 or 6 magic words is my current limit. I peeked out to the hallway dimly lit with small braziers, my cell is at the corner while the stairs up is at the other corner on my right. There are 3 cells on each side.

 Just as I exit the cell, I hear sounds of footsteps and bantersing down. With no time to n, it''s do or die now. Or do or get fucked now.

 I take a running stance, focus, and wait for the first one toe down.

 "BOOST!" I yelled as soon as I saw a footing down the stairs. And I charged with otherworldly speed.

 A sick crunch can be heard as my horn connects to one unfortunate witch hunter chest before mming it to the wall. It is super effective but now my horns are stuck in his body just like it is stuck to the wall.

 I heard screaming as I struggled to dislodge my head from the body. Something struck my side and back. Creating the sound of metal as pain and pleasure red in me.

 I managed to dislodge my head with another crunch and see a sword swing. Blocked it with my elbow but a hammer struck my head. Feeling dizzy, I kicked the knee of the one holding a sword. Bending it backward and eliciting a loud scream.

 Another hammer struck my head. I fell down. Sweeping his leg before he managed to swing his hammer again. As he fell to the side, I blocked another sword swing. Pulling the swordsman from his arm, I turn him into a chokehold as I try to stand.

 The one with the hammer struggles to stand, I see that his ankle bent the wrong way. Then another footsteps came from the stairs as the one who shot my thigh came to view.

 He pulled his sword and gun. With me using the swordsmen as a meat shield, he took his gun and aimed at my head. I quickly hid my head under my meat shield and remembered how the bullet ricochet. Focusing on the image of a bullet ricocheting back to the shooter. He finally shot my arm in an attempt to free hisrade. Then I heard a ricochet and a body falling down.

 I peeked over and see that the bullet ricocheted back to his head. Now that''s funny. I strangled my meat shield harder till a crack sound before throwing his body away. All that is left is the one with the hammer that is shocked seeing everyone die.

 "Wa-wait!"

 He pleaded as I approached. Then he starts screaming something before being silenced as I stomped my hooves on his head. Sttering gore and brain matter.

 I giggled. This is fun. Then I see a notification that I havepleted the breakout quest and an alignment shift. Seems like it is consideredpleted when no one else blocks me. As for the alignment shift,

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 <td style="width:23.985%;height:24px">Tzeentch</td>

 <td style="width:24.3862%;height:24px">-4%</td>

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 <td style="width:23.985%;height:24px">Self</td>

 <td style="width:24.3862%;height:24px">+1%</td>

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 <td style="width:23.985%;height:24px">nnesh</td>

 <td style="width:24.3862%;height:24px">+1%</td>

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 <td style="width:23.985%;height:24px">Khorne</td>

 <td style="width:24.3862%;height:24px">+2%</td>

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 Guess Tzeentch doesn''t like that. With the Khornate bonus on again, I guess the 10% bonuses from Khorne, Tzeentch, and Nurgle are going to keep switching on and off depending on the situations. I used Heal on myself again. Feeling the pain and dizziness from being bonked twice receding. But now I feel that my tongue is pierced by needles over and over. 5 is the current limit

 I checked the dead bodies for my loot. One of the swords is already blunted. Either from long use or blunted trying to harm me. Or both.

 The only usable one is the other short sword and a hammer which I usually see used by Sigmar''s warrior priests. But this one is of poor quality and has a little bit of rust.

 As for the clothes, I checked my body and their clothes. It will not fit me. So other than their belt that I use to hang my weapons, I took nothing else. I don''t take the pistol because reloading it will be a hassle but I took their money. Will make a bow for myselfter. Besides, this body already going naked for thest two sessions, it can go a bit more and I find it arousing.

 Finally out from the basement, the witch hunter''s lodging is quite barebone. Only some beds and empty drawers. This is just a witch hunter''s safehouse that they use during their patrols. Seeing that there is nothing else that can be useful, I exit the lodge and return to the wild once again.

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