MotivatedSloth

To be a hero is a curse, not a blessing. 

It's a simple truth Leon learned in the most painful of ways. He heroically slaughtered all the enemies of his president. Heroically purged those who opposed his master. And heroically brought doom to those who cried under the boot of the world's dictator. 

Leon saw the death of his family; a result of the events he set in motion himself. He saw his beloved city turn into ruins, scorched by the radioactive flames of the nuke he set off. 

His title was as cheap as his life. And in the only act of rebellion he could find, he heroically put an end to his life...

And the world he helped to destroy. 

'All of this happened... But why am I hearing a self-entitled voice calling me a failure?' Leon couldn't help but ponder. 'No, that's not it...' he quickly corrected himself. 

'How can I hear anything if I evaporated in the wake of the nuke I detonated myself?'

Bloodmancer: Hero of Ruin

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Leon exclaimed in a slightly excited voice. 


It wasn't an excitement born out of lust. That he already had all the chances to max out over all the flirting and playing done by the girls that visited him so far. 


No, Leon's excitement shoot through the roof become just how exotic the sight before his eyes was. 


What the spy's night companion brought weren't two human girls. There were two elves. 


The one at the front boasted an impressive bust and dark skin. She was dressed in rags and had a dangerous glint in her eyes. If not for the lack of chains on her ankles and wrists, one could easily take her for a prisoner pulled out from the deepest dungeon just to satisfy this one, quirky customer. 


She was relatively tall and slim and only had a relatively tiny bust, one that wouldn't satisfy a true connoisseur of this part of a woman's body. Yet… 


Her deep blue eyes, long, golden hair, and perfectly toned silhouette… 


Blue-eyed and golden-haired elf