Or, the Willing Leap Into Debauchery.
The Salacious Taking of Kyle Forrester
Kyle pressed the reply button, a smug smile resting on his chapped pink lips. He had just finished what he considered a scathing reply in an internet flame war. The reality, however, was that reply was hardly even legible, what with it being filled to the brim with misspellings and grammatical errors. His opponent, an anonymous commenter who introduced a new theory about one of his favorite animes, likely wouldn't reply. Of course, Kyle would consider this a win as he would assume that he had beaten his foe into silence.
This disgusting audacity was present in many other places in his life; his bedroom, for instance. It was a filthy, unsightly room - there were empty Mountain Dew cans and chip bags covering practically every available surface, and suspicious white stains all over his comforter and carpet. Not to mention the spots of black mold in the nooks and crannies. These were only a few examples of the multitudes of filth within the room. It carried over to his appearance as well.
He was incredibly overweight, having gained mass from long days of inactivity, an atrocious diet, and a general lack of attention to health. His ruddy skin was blemished by acne and his deep brown hair had become slick with grease after so many days without washing. His attire, in addition to being of horrible taste, often consisted of stained cargo shorts and black shirts under old gray leather trench coats. His dress certainly didn't match his upbringing (his parents were plastic surgeons, but they spoiled him rotten and were severely regretting their decision to do so).
"Kyle?" His mother's high-pitched creaky voice pierced through the silence like nails on a chalkboard. She stood at the door with her work phone in hand, texting to some unknown client of hers.
"What, mother?" Kyle made no attempt to hide his annoyance.
"Your father and I are leaving today on business. We'll be back in a week." And with that, she was out of the door and down the hallway. Kyle simply shrugged. His parents were always gone on business trips, or at work. This was nothing new. Unbeknownst to him, this was only the first of the red flags that he would inevitably ignore.
If he had paid attention at dinner last night he would know that his parents had been booked the whole month. They had no "business trips" anytime that week.
Kyle plopped back down in his worn gaming chair, idly scratching his stomach.
"Janice!" He called for the elderly maid that saw to his every need. There was no answer. She had been hired to provide everything he would ever need or want. The first one was hardly enforced though since Kyle never let anyone touch the mess in his room.
"Janice!" Still nothing.
There was no one in the house but him. Janice was at home enjoying a much-needed break from the nightmarish manchild.
Kyle scoffed and slumped in his seat. With Janice gone, he would have to make the oh-so-long journey to the pantry himself if he wanted snacks, a horrible punishment only dictators and psychopaths used.
He pried himself away from the sticky leather and began a begrudging journey down the stairs. Just as he crossed the living room, however, the doorbell rang. He scowled. It seemed he would have to do everything himself today.
He opened the tall mahogany door and was greeted by a tall USPS worker. There was a glassed over milky look in his gray eyes as he unceremoniously shoved the package into Kyle's arms. He was gone just as quickly he came.
Kyle stared at the beige package in his hands in confusion. Judging by its weight and size, it was a book but he couldn't recall ordering anything recently. It might've belonged to his parents but the sticker clearly had his name written in tasteful cursive on the side.
Oh well. At least he had something more important to do than get snacks now. Kyle turned and went back to his room. He immediately tore into the brown paper, revealing a leather-bound tome and a note on top.
It read: From zeldagamer2678. Hope you enjoy it! P.S. turn to page 37 for a surprise ;)
A gift! Clearly, the maiden from WoW had been entranced by his charms enough to change her mind, and now she was openly courting him. It was just the opposite in reality. She had sent him this book for revenge, and unbeknownst to either of them, that book was going to spark a chain of events that would change the world as we know it.
He turned to page 37 as instructed, fingers shaking in excitement. On the page, there was only a simple sentence.
From this tome of brimstone and fire, I summon that which sates desire.
A bright flash filled the room followed by an almost infernal heat and a sulphuric smelling smoke. The book clattered to the floor as Kyle began to cough and hack. It ended just as quickly as it happened, and in the book's place stood an otherworldly figure.
She was amazonesque, towering over Kyle. Her skin was a rich dark tone and marked by a plentiful assortment of demonic glyphs and symbols. Her eyes were black where there should've been white, and her irises were a stunning bright yellow. Her curly hair was stark white and rolled down her back in waves, adorned with clips bands and an assortment of golden trinkets. Her claw-like nails were perfectly manicured and painted a deep black, and notably, she was very scantily clad.
