Repository of Knowledge (Otherwise known as that place where I put all of my ideas)

[Gerdan]

Synopsis : pre-canon story focussing on a female OC coming into her power and recruiting her peerage in a time where "evil piece" are still mostly unknown and the cold war between the supernatural factions is on the verge of degenerating.
Also, one of my story that should be a bit more "plot" focused than plot ^^.

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To be a devil is to suffer from an obsession. It took me some time to come to that conclusion, and yet as I look around me and think about it, never did it seems as obvious as it is to me now. Humanity like to ascribe differents qualification upon us, to them we are being of sins, damned as soon as we are born, and for a time I even thought that to be true, when without thinking I accepted the propaganda that was pushed down our throat as a simple description of reality, and not as the result of interested parties looking to insure our obédience.
But now, now that I have finally awakened the full breadth of my abilities, my sight show me the truth of our world.

There is a misunderstanding amongst the unintiated that demonic magic is akin to faith miracles, allowing one to do as they please as long as they have both imagination and power. Truthfully, imagination only allow one to control their inhérent abilities, wich by their very nature are instinctive and thus does not require their users to understand them.
Thankfully, this is one point in wich I am rather "blessed", as ironic as it to say for me as a devil.
Often times, the interbreeding between the pillars family insured the awakening of random mutation over our clan traits. One only need to look at the current Gremory and Sitri Family to see the truth of my words. One, is now made of Bael in but names while the other managed to acquire the Leviathan control other waters at the expanse of their original séduction abilities.

My name is Octavia Goetia, once bastard daughter of the lord Stolas and now legitimate granddaughter of Lord Paimon Goetia as of this morning.
Traditionnally, us Goetia have worked as the liaison of Lucifer and his ambassador. Thus, it is no surprise when one think about it that out of all the Pillars family, ours is the one whose gift has shown the most evolution over times and generations.
Lord Paimon was the first devil in recorded history to have awakened two different clan power, having inherited alongside the Goetia affinity towards ritual and divination the Buer clan power of control over all flora. An ability that insured his rise to proeminence over his sibling, an ability that I also inherited, if in a far lesser form, in addition to the Stolas clan power over gravity, marking one our lines - that is to say me - as having once again been the first to awaken multiple clan power, no less than three this times.

Now, as I gase into the future, I wonder what shall happen to me. In no less than three years, at the most, my grandfather shall meet his demise at the hands of our Satans as a result of his dealings with the old Satans faction during the civil war. In no less than three years, I shall become a duke of hell. In no less than three years, the secrets of the evil pieces will be shared with me and I shall be asked to steal the gifted children of our adversary. In no less than three years, I shall need to rise to my destiny, or fall to it.

 

[ThedudeManBro]

Haha! The ol' summary-chapter switcheroo! Comedy classic

 

[Gerdan]

I was fourteen when Lord Paimon found me and asked me to come into his house.
Naturally, as a young devil who did not even know of my heritage, I didn't even thought about doing anything but following him. So it is that I accepted his demand and thus, sealed my future.

The following months were ... unique ; strangely, I did not feel homesick, a bit lost at times certainly but I adapted quite fast in spite of the most absurd schedule I ever had to live through, or perhaps thanks to it.
In those days, my life could be summarized as follow : awoken at dawn, I spent the following morning learning countless lessons that were deemed usefull for me. At lunch Lord Paimon would found me and question me on my studies while we were eating, after wich I would have to dedicate my afternoon to magic, learning it either through indépendant studies or with the help of a teacher, including my lord grandfather a few times. Before going back to my room, extenuated, with not a single thought in my head outside of getting some sleep. Then, I arised once more, repeated all over again my actions from the previous days. Again, and again, and again ...

By the time I was fifteen I had learned all that was expected from a young heir of my age, be it the history of the Underworld, the laws of our species, few as they were, the way that one should interact with peers, lessers or superiors ...

And so it was that on my birthday Lord Paimon took me aside and taught me the truth behind my adoption.

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"Octavia," he told me "have you ever wondered why is it that amongst all of my descendance, you are the one I took into my home ?"

"I thought it was because of the variéty of clan powers I inherited, wasn't it ?" I asked.

"A common belief amongst our clan, and one that I tried to disseminate as much as I could," admitted Paimon. "But no, in truth inheritance matter far less than one might. As it stand, next to the Satan I amount to nothing in spite of my clans powers. And I'm sure you know that your uncle is far greater than you from that point of view, and that was already the case back when he was your age. Let alone now, when taking into account the centuries of experience he has on you." For a moment he seemed to think about what he was going to say to me, eyes clouded as his sights looked upon some distant realms in what I now recognize as a sign of our divination ability being used.

"I already told you before that the main reason behind our family succes, the one reason behind why we managed to rise above all challenge we encountered is our innate ability to divine the future. At the end of the civil war, when I capitulated in front of Ajuka mysteries, I saw my death. I knew then, that I would die in the following decades, sooner or later the new Satans would start to clean houses, and all previous lords would meet their ends. And so it is that I started to prepare my succession and went looking for an heir who would be able to lead our family toward succes. Now come, follow me and let me reveal to you the criteria that ended up being the reason I selected you, let me show you my Magnum Opus."

"Here," he said quietly "is one of the two hidden vault of our family. It is here that I hide my greatest works, weapons that Lord Lucifer asked me to build back in the great war. Weapons that would never see the light of the day, for, by the time I had built them, our Lord was dead and had I tried to use them all would have come for my head."

"That's ... if such secrets lies behind in this cellar, secrets who are hidden behind so many wards, why make another hidden vault ?" I was astonished at that point, never did I imagine that there could be such a secret in our family and so I ended blurting the first thing that came to my mind.

"The second vault, hold the previous heir work, my elder brother who died at Ajuka hands during the civil war. You need not concern with it, even I cannot access it. Nor in true, do I even know where it is hidden. That's is something you will need to find by yourself, once you have come into your own powers." He sighed, before opening the door and inviting me inside.

"You know, like all of the Underworld, that I inherited the Buer family control over plant and rise as an Ultimate-Class Devil thanks to it. What none other know however, is that thanks to our family talents in ritual, I managed to create fruits able to influence one innate potential. Now, admire my Devil Fruits" he exclaimed, pride breathing from every part of him.

In front of me, each put on his own pedestrals, I could see dozens upon dozens of unnatural fruits.

Spoiler: Devil Fruits

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"Here, is the true motive behind your legetimation. Fruits, wich once eaten awake unique powers in their users. Each of them was made by harvesting captured opponents, from other devils to mythical creature from all over the world. Power, once thought unique to those individuals are now available to any devil who shall eat one of those fruits. And all of my divination showed me that only you could escape the retaliation from using them. Only you will be able to exalt them to their full potential. Only you will find worthy subordinate, leal subordinate upon wich you will gift our fruits and throught their strenght, our family shall arise from cindered potential to a blazing power that will hold the whole Underworld in his grasp."

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And so it was, that I learned the plans of my forefather. According to him, the new Satan would wait until my seventeen birthday before offing him in order to insure the stability of my own rise to command and so that none amongst my family would try to otherthrow me, ousting me out of power to seize my reign.

 

[Gerdan]

Octavia Goetia - DxD OC, Devil Fruits AU :
pre-canon story whose protagonist is a female OC coming into her power and recruiting her peerage in a time where "evil piece" are still mostly unknown and the cold war between the supernatural factions is on the verge of degenerating.
Also, one of my story that should be a bit more "plot" focused than plot ^^ (ie : long term plan include a reverse harem and my first try to writing smut).

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Behold, the Abyss - One Piece AU, Nami centric :
In this alternate Universe, Monkey D. Dragon managed to get his hand on the mythical zoan model Nika and ate it. As a result, his revolution was taken far more seriously by the world governement who feared how far he could go should he manage to fully awoke his devil fruits.
This one change had a lot of far reaching consequences : because of the more intensive track from the world governement, Dragon had far less free time to relax and thus Monkey D. Luffy was never born.
Moreover, In order to improve their military might all across the world, the Marines decided to invest far more heavily in zoan fruits rather than in a few extremely expensive logia (resulting in another difference : the admiral are not the same and/or have different powers).
-> Another unexpected conséquence of this decision is that Vegapunk work on cloning devil fruits will show far more success thank to the higher number of available subject and the innate spirits inside those zoan.
-> will result in the death of Kaido and his crew as the Marines go after their devil fruits. -> the cost of that action being their total lose of control over the New Worlds due to the lose they incurred during this war.
So, that's the background : on the story however, we should focus on Nami who need to deal with Arlong and corrupt Marines without the help of Luffy. She could in time recruit her own crew in order to do so, in wich case the following canon character could potentially end up in it : Zorro, Kuina, Ace, Sabo and Smoker. Even if she does not recruit them, they should be a few cameo with them.

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Aquila Favonia - Danmachi AU, Goddess OC :
In a world where countless god descend upon earth/genkkai to play with mortals and admire their lives, there is one goddess who wish to do more, who wish to be more than a simple patreon. She intend to become to become a bulmark of civilization -> descending in the ash of Ares wars, Aquila Faviona is the goddess incarnation of the roman flag, with dominion over Conquest, Victory and to a lesser extent eagles, strategy and roads. She will take every single commoners around her, and with their help build the greatest country in the world.

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Pokemon, an Age of Strife - Wuxia AU :
The Jade Emperor has fallen, and there is no heir in sight. Across each region of the Nippon Empire various clan try to take the throne for themselves while in the distant colony of Unys, rebellion is afoot. It is in those day that a young boy try to path his way and escape conscription alongside an Ice vulpix, lone survivor of the Fairy Genocide mandated by the previous governement.

 

[Gerdan]

You open your eyes with a lurches, and you are not in your bed. You stand above a body, wich is in a state of gore nearly beyond recognition. The body of that brave girl, who earnestly swore to devote her life to your cause. Her blood covers you, and it's warmth feels like the embrace of an old friend. You recall nothing of how you ended up here, but your head pounds and aches.

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Oh god, oh god, Oh GOD!!

How could this be ?! Yestarday I was home, in my bed, all was fine ; and now, now ... oh god, oh god.

What, what happened ?

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A single moments come to you as you try to remember something, anything. The flash of abject terror in her eyes. Blood spilling from her lips. No time for last words. They are dozens and dozens of wounds on the corpse. The killer did not stop savaging it, even when she was long gone. And your dominant arms aches. It aches from stabbing. Over and over. No matter how it appears, the body is there, and her blood is on your hands.

Your misdeed is bright and clear as the dawning day.

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A sudden onset of nausea came to me as I realized what I did. I retched, again and again, feeling vomit climb up my throat as I tried desperatly to calm myself, putting an hand on the wall to hold me up.

Breath, I need to breath, I need to breath !

Inspire, expire.

Inspire, expire.

No matter what. I must. Keep calm.

Inhale and expire.
Just, like, that. Keep cool, and don't forget : inspire, expire.

Alright, alright.
So.
This happened.

But why ?

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The question flows from your mind : who are you, really, that you could be guilty from such bitter business ? If you could craft a corpse like this in one night, what masterpieces could you scult with just a tiny, little bit more time ?

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No, no !!

That's not me, I'm not some kind of psychopath that delight in carving bodies.
I'm sane, I'm a work of art and my name is ... Isha ?

No, no : that's not my name, I'm human, male (NoT AnYmoRe), and I have a name ; a normal, basic, common name !?

But what is it ?!

I knew it, right ... right ?

I mean, I must know it, I should know it ... shouldn't I ?

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Something revolts in your churning blood, why hide what you are ? You long to expose yourself.

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Concurrent memories start to arise in my mind as my nausea slowly recede. Gradually, I stop fidgeting as my body came back under my control.

Focusing on every single one of my sense in order to center myself and keep calm : I could feel my cold sweat descend along my spine, bit by bit. My hands, on the rugged wall. My feet on the splintered floor. My breath in air. The iron taste of blood on my tongue. And in my noze ...

An uneasy feelings linger in the air.

I can still smell the goar of that woman. What a fair perfume.

Inhale ... Exhale ...

And as I start to analyse my memories, I feel myself ceding control over my body which start to act on autopilot ( Or iS It ?).

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You don't have much time for reflection now, you need to act. You may have only a few moments before the others awaken, and begin to cast blame for the hot sin before you.

You scrub yourself until your hands are cold and raw. While your body starts to feel clean, the blood doesn't seem to leave. There is no magic binding blood to your body, only guilt.
You shake your head, and it seems to go away, only then.

If you are fortunate, no souls will be able to know you were behind this murder.

You wonder if your misdeed will be noticed.

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Of course it will be noticed !

What kind of fucking thought is that !

I mean, what did I expect that people will come, see the body on floor, the blood everywhere and then be like : "hello darling, nice to meet you. Oh and please, don't forget to clean after yourself. Bye-bye, pleasant day to you."

Unless ... that's not even my own thought. Holy shit, those are not my thoughts : wich means that I have multiple line of thoughts in my head ; that's the trademark definition of insanity, isn't it ?

Or schizophrenia I guess.

Or ... perhaps it is a consequences of having the memories of two different lives in my head (No It IsN'T).

Leisurely, little by little, a shape of what happened start to form in your mind.

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Once, I was a common child living on earth, unknown to pain or hunger.

Once, I was an urchin living in the streets, always looking for another meal, farmished and cold ... oh, so cold !

As I grew, I discovered new games, played with my friends and went to school.

As I grew, I became better, stronger, faster than every other child and for a times I basked in their adorations as my abilities as a thief thrived beyond all expectations.

Then, as I went abroad to expand my studies, I discovered a new game : Baldur's Gate 3. Greater than any other I played before.

Then, as puberty came to me, my body started to evolve in unnatural ways, like a chimera I became an amalgam of monstruous features. Soon, I was hung like a minotaur. Scales grew on me like rainbow. Wounds healed so fast that one could barely see them. My chest grew from it's previous flatboard nature, catching more eyes wherever I went than the prettiest whore ever could.

And as I played new game over and over, I discovered the joy of mods. Some I took from the internet, and some I made myself.

And while my body went through more and more change, it ended up catching the wicked eyes of one degenerate noble.

With my own hands, I made what I would humbly call "the greatest mods of all times". One, centered around the dark urge, turning him from a common adventure with an interesting gimmicks and story, into a true demigod of old, a work of art like none other.

With his own hands, he caught me, raped me, and tortured me for his sick pleasure. And once he grew bored with me, he sold me to a brothel where my freakish body would be used by all kind of depraved pervert.

Until I finished my work and had to give it a name. In honor of the summerian goddess Ishtar, I choose to name my creation Isha.

Until one kind girl amongst my brethren took pity on me and tried to help me as much as she could. Till one late night, when, as she was cleaning me, I Isha, Awokened.

And the rest, became a blur.

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My body barely complies as I try to center myself.

(You fEel sUch RuSHes frOm Your tHoUGhts oF YoUr deAd FrieNd )

Why did she die ? The mystery gnaw at your pounding heart.

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Tonight, you can't chase the thoughts of that poor girl you killed from your head. You wonder what she looked like as she died. Squirming, skewered, in abject, delicious agony.

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(ThE OnLy jOy gReaTEr thAn MuRDer is tO Get aWaY wiTh it )


Name : Isha
Age : 14
Gender : Futanari
Race : Bhaalspawn

Strength : 20
Dexterity : 20
Constitution : 20
Intelligence : 9
Wisdom : 11
Charisma : 13

Skills :

Shaped from Clay : you never age and no matter what happens to you, your body will always heal back to its perfected template.

Dragonic Scales : your skin is covered in scales of all color, hard enough to shatter steel. Even nude, you count as being equiped with an half-plate armor (15 AC + Dex).

Of Divine Blood : your sorcerous ability grant you access to both divine and arcane magic (as you long as you meet the minimal requirement to use them). Gift you with a natural Sorcerer gestalt state that will grow as you age indépendant of your own efforts, akin to dragons.

Blood for the blood god : your father expect murder in his names, should you not comply your mind will fade and you will went berserk.