On a stormy night in a city where it seemed a storm would forever live above this one location. There was a lone building stationed inside a barbed fence, inside were criminals of the most vile manner. Murders, domestic terrorists, and heinous beings alike. When a person was too catastrophic to be acknowledged, the judicial system would rather send them here to be forgotten.
Typically a place like this should either show an image of utter chaos and violence, or absolute order. But what is happening would instead shock all outsiders. All of these scum were bowing silently, under the gaze and feet of a very young man.
His face showed no emotion, his breathing was calm. His posture as relaxed as a child on their home couch.
"Tamie, my lunch." He ordered.
His hand aimed at a trembling older woman. She looked to be in her mid 40's. Her look is one that might be judged in society, having hair died the color of a fresh cherry. But its vibrancy had long faded.
Her body quivered at the order of the feared adolescent.
"Y-yes-" She was hastily interrupted by the young man whos face and voice never wavered.
"I despise stuttering yet you commit this sin against me? You have been warned previously about this behavior, have you not?" He asked coldly. His golden eyes devouring the woman.
"Yes sir, I have. I did not mean to, please I-Iβ¦" She immediately clutched her mouth when realizing her nerves caused her to do so again. Her breathing pace becoming rapid as sweat immediately became abundant on her face.
"Solitary confinement." The young man stated so matter of factually. Tamie had not questioned him. Instead, like a dog she crawled on all fours towards the hall entrance and waited.
"Raina, my lunch. Do not make the same mistake." He said as his eyes left Tamie. They now rested on the figure of a tan brown woman that reminded him of fallen leaves. He quite enjoyed stepping on crunchy leaves so he took a liking to her presence.
Raina simply nodded her head, not wanting to incur his wrath. She rose and walked to the prisons kitchen. Its staff had been vacated into cells of their own whilst this tyrant was about. As had the prison personal themselves.
Fixing his food she brought it squarely in front of the boy, avoiding his eyes at all costs.
"Kneel."
Raina took no hesitation in his order and brought herself to the ground at his feet. Dipping her head further down than the rest of her demonstrating her subservience just as he had instilled in her. She made no comment or uncomfortable gesture when the young man placed his feet atop her head and began eating in silence.
No person present dared make a sound as he ate. Some were even kneeling unconscious because they dared not breathe in his presence. This was the common routine some months after he showed up.
This singular young man, somehow, was in complete control of the states most secure prison.
Not once could some say he used violence to do it, but his promises could mark anything living for death. His words were his only visible weapon and they could tear monster among men to shreds. Nobody could reveal how he did it but any male prisoner to utter disrespect towards him would vanish the same night.
All female prisoners who bore him malice would instead be mentally broken down. In various ways, hardly ever the same way twice, but never through rape. Shockingly, in a place where the most vile of scum were rooted he never took the chance to physically violate a single woman.
She could have been a mass murderer, a fascist, someone that enjoyed the thought of jelly with her grits (though he really had to hold back on that accord) he would never physically abuse them.
He simply had a way about him that could be found nowhere else.
After he finished his meal he graciously lifted his feet. Yet Raina remained frozen in place not yet receiving permission to move. The young man approached Tamie and gripped her collar. Dragging her like a dog to the cell he would isolate her in until he felt she was satisfactorily punished. Her tears leaving a trail painted by despair and regret.
He put Tamie inside her personal prison and returned to his cell. Clapping his hands twice loud enough for the echo to reach the cafeteria the rumbling of feet and pans began. Leaning back into his queen sized bed, contraband of course, he heard his name.
"Khan Golde." A feminine voice said.
He could not determine the direction but he rose his body regardless and scanned the area. After finding no figure within his space he spoke.
"I understand fully well I am not delusional. So who is here? How do you know me?" He questioned, his voice still never wavering though his senses remained on alert. If there was someone who wanted his life tonight, they would have to earn it.
Especially on this night.
The feminine voice chuckled before responding, "Names Lucile, and about how I know you. Well, lets say you caught the attention of powerful forces, me being one of them."
Khan huffed before closing his eyes and releasing a deep sigh, "About time something interesting happened in this life. So, what do you want with me exactly? I refuse to become a servant if that is your cause." He remarked unshaken.
A dust of pink hue appeared before him and soon it formed int the figure of a tiny woman, her skin matching the dust. Her body was laced with black marks that reminded Khan of cracks in pavement, and how much he hated them.
"Change your form if you wish to appear before me." He commanded, for the first time in a very long time his face showed utter disgust. Lucile chuckled then froze as she realized the man was being serious.
"Wait, you are serious? You think I should appease the mood of a mere human? I can kill you without even snapping my fingers and toss your soul into five different lakes of flaming torment." She stated perplexed.
"Then either do so, or change your form. Now."
Some moments passed in a stare down but reluctantlyβ¦
"You are lucky the big boss does not know I am here so I can not use too many powers. What is so wrong with my form, human." Her last word said with some mild disgust that was terribly hidden.
Quickly being informed of her "flaws" she transformed. Retaining her pink skin but now sporting a body of silky perfection covered in a bare bones version of knights armor.
"You are the tacky and cheesy type, aren't you?" Khan asked. An evil smile spread on Lucile's face as she chuckled.
"Regardless, this form is much better. I never want to see the first version again." He commented causing Lucile to fall into silence once again.
"You are a jackass, you know that?" She asked him, seeming to be waiting for an actual answer.
"I am who I am. Now why are you here, exactly?" Khan asked his tone seeming a bit juvenile.
Lucile hmphs but answers regardless, "I am here to make you an advent, not a servant. The advent of corruption most specifically." Her arms crossed proudly over her chest waiting for a reaction that was not to come.
"Obviously, you are going to explain things or you would not bother to make the offer. So, continue." He said annoyed.
"Again, jackass. But that is one of the reasons you were chosen as a candidate. I introduced myself earlier but not as in depth as I should have. I am Lucile, left hand of the big bad your world knows and fears. Don't ask about the right hand, they are both sticks in the mud these days." She almost began to ramble before Khan interrupted.
"Either concise it to thirty seconds, kill me, or leave." He stared daggers at her now. Lucile simply huffed and pouted before deciding to go along with his demands.
"Fine, tldr. I can give you powers that allows you to bend others to your will and change their way of thinking. It will make them more subservient and other things overtime. The energy of corruption will then translate to me in turn empowering me, but also yourself." Lucile quickly explained hoping to hear no more complaints from this cocky youngling!
"Why do you want to become more powerful?" Khans question was accompanied by a blank expression but Lucile could feel the judgment and hostility within the air.
Placing her hands into the air she spoke, "Calm your jets jackass. I have no intention of world domination or something like that. Your power will change this world yes, but I have no interest in ruling it. When everything is said and done you can do as you please with it. I just want to become stronger for the sake of my promotion!" Lucile admitted.
Khan could not determine if she was being truthful or a damn good liar, but he decided to indulge just this once.
"What are these powers and how will they affect me?" Now decently invested he figured this could help push along his fantasy.
"Since you hate hearing me so much and-" Lucile was cut off by Khan.
"I enjoy your voice, it was your appearance that angered me."
Lucile huffed and continued, "AND I cannot explain in less than 30 seconds. I will simply put this on a screen only we can see." She said before waving her hand causing a blue semi transparent screen to appear before Kahn.
Its corners were etched with circular vines and black hearts. At its center stood the title of the system itself.
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System of Complete Corruption:
Overview:
Host: Khan Golde
Corruption Points: 0
Physical Stats:
Age: 18
Race: Human
Physical Ability: 6/10
Mental Ability: 8/10
Sexual Ability: N/A
Rank: Absolute Noob
Magic:
Novice Class Spells: N/A
Junior Class Spells: Locked
Master Class Spells: Locked
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[Locked Class]
Mana: N/A
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"Keep in mind this scales relative to humans. No human is close to being the best anything in any reality. The non applicable status to your sexual ability is due to your virginity by the way. But after accepting your status it will transform greatly, think of it as a freebie for advents of corruption. Any questions?" Lucile asked.
"Will magic enhance my physical abilities as well? Or is each state separate from the other?"
"Your physical stats will increase the more powerful you become. Both through magic and personal work. In the future if you do good enough those stats will evolve as well. Now, to seal the deal we need to form a contract." Lucile stated as she began to stretch focusing particularly on her thighs.
"I assume you need some piece of my soul to do so." Khan stated as he focused his vision from the screen to Lucile.
"Yes but not for the reason you think. I only need a fragment of your soul and will swap it with a fragment of mine. It works as a marker so no one can take credit for our work." She stated before stretching her back.
"To form the contract of this specific type I need your bodily juices, all of them. So sport, how do you want it? The biggest my body can grow in this world without using too many powers is about the size of a large snake. So if you want it up my snatch you will have to put your back into it." Lucile said nonchalantly.
For the first time in a very very long time Khan released a chuckle. Stiff, but it happened. "I have an appetite for vulgar women. Especially those that know how to beg." His eyes trained on to Lucile only to see her scoff at him.
"The vulgar I can do, but begging is reserved for one being and only him." She said before removing her false armor.
"Then I will become powerful enough to crush his place in your heart." Khan declared much to the surprise of Lucile.
"That's the spirit kiddo! Keep that up and you will be at the top of this world in no time." She said with a wide grin before approaching Khans knee.
"I am always wet so no foreplay is necessary for me, but seeing as you are a virgin you should get some practice in. I will walk you through it no judgment so do not worry. I'll turn down my sensitivity to human levels so you can actually stimulate me." Lucile said, almost snickering at an idea she had stored.
"And what makes you think you are worth my tongue? You have done nothing for me nor is it my job to pleasure you. Only to make myself stronger." He stated slightly offended at the idea.
"Hey jackass, how exactly do you plan on pleasing your partners? Nobody wants to please someone who refuses to do the same." She mentioned.
Khan chuckled again, "You said this system twists a persons way of thinking correct? I will simply make them addicted to giving me pleasure at any cost. It will take more work but I refuse to achieve my goals by kissing up to others." He stated confidently.
Lucile wagged her head side to side in contempt, "You are not the first to think that way. Though it is nothing impossible it will make the scenes of corruption less flavorful." She stated sadly wondering if Khan was not as fun as she originally thought.
"Those who earn rewards will be given justice. But my touch will not be a base service. Khan said while standing and removing his pants leaving him in bare boxers.
"Will the process be painful?" He asked.
Lucile's eyes formed a tremendous sparkle, "Oh I almost forgot! Thank you for reminding me kiddo. Here is the deal, for the basic start package you would just pass out for 24 hours while your body and soul readjust to having magic. You would gain two points in two random physical categories and a basic novice spell."
She paused observing Khan's reaction hoping she had lost him. After receiving the go ahead she continued.
"Or, you can choose our deluxe starter package. Comes with all previous benefits plus an extra novice spell. To top it all off you get plus three in every physical category and an additional 100 mana to your base amount." She finished happily only to be met by Khans skeptical face.
Huffing and puffing she knew to elaborate, "The trade off is I will need a bigger piece of your soul and you will be in a coma like state for two months."
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"I can tell you are holding something else back, stop." Khan demanded.
Lucile sighed, "You are no fun, you know that? You are lucky we cannot lie about contracts. The additional tradeoff is that you will have all natural sexual urges amplified. Also when you become powerful enough your bloodline will change from human to succubus." She stated with a pout on your face.
Khan thought things over for a minute before asking his clarifying questions. After receiving satisfactory answers he came to a decision.
"Give me the deluxe package."
Lucile smiled and questioned, "Deal, before we commit the ritual I need to know what spells you want. There are three different classes of a corruption advent so first choose your class then spells."
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Savant Class:
An advent who is adept in seduction and emotional manipulation. Their style is to make their targets fall deadly in love to the point of abandoning all else.
Novice Spells:
Lavender Calm (Passive): Gives off a pheromone that brings warmth, comfort, and attraction to targets within the immediate vicinity of the user.
Soothing Touch: A gentle warmth is released through the fingers of the advent that interferes with the targets inhibitions while in an excited or aroused state.
Blooming Love Whistle: The advent can release a whistle that immediately garners the attention of all targets of attraction within the immediate vicinity in an attractive manner. If targets are already attracted to advent then this will temporarily boost their attraction.
Rupture Class:
An advent who is adept in crumbling the common sense and morality of their targets. Their style is to make the target addicted to their approval and attention.
Novice Spells:
Lillithian Desires (Passive): Advent releases a pheromone that becomes more addictive the more a target(s) inhales it. Causes target(s) to crave the presence of advent to an irregular amount. Effects of the addiction linger and will become permanent overtime.
Corrosive Body: The advents entire body will become pleasure inducing and energizing towards the desired target. Inflicting an addictive feeling within consensual targets.
Serpent Tongue: The words of the advent influence the common sense of desired target for 15 minutes. If the mental state of a target is weak then effects will linger or have a chance to become permanent.
Bruiser Class:
An advent adept in turning pain to pleasure skewing their targets perception of health. Their style is to overstimulate their targets with both pleasure and pain causing the two to mesh permanently.
Novice Spells:
Raging Bloom (Passive): Advent releases a pheromone that induces an unnatural amount of lust in desired target.
Mountain Body: Advent obtains a perfect physique that combines strength and stamina. Includes genitalia that exudes constant and ample stimulation upon contact.
Tyrants Eyes: Advent obtains eyes that cause the target to feel a skewed sense of self degradation and weakness. The effect is temporary unless the mind of the target becomes addicted to the feeling.
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After contemplating for some time Khan made his choice. "Give me Rupture class, there are some high horse people I want to drag down to the very depths of insanity."