Fletcher’s POV

  Hello. The last time I was introduced to you I never really got to talk to you. Unlike my mother whose POV is mostly just a third person narrative with her in the center I was blessed by the author to know everything I do is being watched, and my role in it is to keep a lookout for my father and my half brothers and sisters.

  My father is a womanizer and will only grow as one in this eroge world where he’s good enough to make hundreds of thousands of gold coins in a day and buy them. But it wasn’t completely his fault he became like this; the world he was in made it clear so long as he’s strong and kind all girls will fall for him and will do anything to get his attention. So far he’s only slept with six different women and only impregnated one of them, my mother, but by tonight he’ll have slept with three different species: lamia, elf and bunny girl. My father’s sexuality isn’t a problem for me…it’s how his choices will have consequences in the future, and some of his children will do anything to stop that.

  They were lurking in an alleyway: Jasadus, Grathgor, and Marigold Hopscotch. Jasadus was one of the few male born lamia’s with green and yellow scales for his tail, abs on his chest, and scruffy short navy blue hair on his head matching his charcoal eyes. Grathgor was a male elf with a dark green tunic with white rims on the hem, balls of glowing light that can transform into light arrows in a belt around his chest with long silver hair flowing down and gray eyes to match. Marigold was short marigold red haired with amber eyes, chubby cheeks, a one piece white shirt with a hole for her white with a swath of blue cotton tail to stick out, and black gold boots made of orichalum strong enough to break through a dragons’ ridge.

  Grathgor was nocking his bow back with an arrow of condensed light magic aimed right at our father who was just laughing like an idiot with one monster girl, an elf and a demi-human in his arms. He was about to fire when Marigold stopped him with a gentle lovetap of her dewclaws.

  “Now might not be a good time to do this, Grathgor. He’s only just met our mothers meaning killing him now may change the timeline where we won’t be born.”

  The elf gave a fastidious growl with canines not matching those of an elf. “He’s been killed once, lost his golem shield and is still at level one…if we don’t kill him now we may not have another chance to do it again!”

  “Grathgor is right, Marigold,” the last child Jasadus said with his tail up but his human face trying to be patient with her. “Remember how things play out: our fathers reckless actions causing the destruction of complete universes leading to complete annihilation. We must kill him now even if it costs us our own lives.”

  She seethed in anger trying to hold back her urge to fight back against them, but only spoke with a pleading sound. “But what about our other half brothers and sisters? It won’t just be us erased, it will be them as well. There must be another way.”

  “We’re sorry, Marigold, but this is our best chance at finishing our father before he makes his big mistake. Grathgor.”

  Grathgor pulled back his string of light and shot the light arrow towards our father! He probably would’ve blown father’s head off without harming any of the future mommies if I didn’t create an ice wave in front of the beam reflected it back at him! It came fast but Marigold protected her half-brothers creating an igloo of rock around them refracting the light into the ground!

  I was noticed and my half-brothers and sister were going to fight me for getting in their way. Jasadus acted first, stretching his arms in the tail while wriggling his tail tip like fingers. He was preparing for his best move; he went from a man with a snake’s body to a man trapped in a snakes’ body completely furled up in a ball of his yellow and green snake tail. Once he was encased in his own tail he started rolling forward like a snowball rolling down a hill.

  I created a ramp trying to send him flying back before impact, but a ball of light appeared before my ramp and exploded in a loud BANG! The ball came from Grathgor using one of his light balls to create the explosion. Acting quickly I sent ice magic directly into my feet creating a mound of ice big enough to loom over Jasadus right before he throttled the ice shattering it into ice sticks raining down.

  I now had to deal with a blinding cloud of raining sticks, Jasadus rolling around in his ball form and Grathgor probably standing around with his eyes closed and his lips making a small trilling sound. He was using chantless magic and if I was a guessing bastard of an MC I would say he was going to use it to summon his three-horn; three-eyed stag of pure light Rannoch. I used a second to summon an ice sword when Jasadus came rolling towards me on my left flank, sending me flying a deer length off the ground but managing to contort my ankles to actually land gracefully like a figure skater.

  You’re probably wondering why more detail is going into this fight scene than all the others beforehand. Well, part of of a fight isn’t just making two people fight one another–it’s about telling a story between the two having a fight. Or maybe the author’s trying to be more garrulous in this fight to make up for his previous crash and burn fight scenes.

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  I had only three seconds before Grathgor summoned his spirit, with chantless magic I unleashed a volley of icicle projectiles towards him faster than Grathgor could finish his three seconds. Jasadus appeared in an instant shredding through the icicles with his hard body. Jasadus thought we got one over with me but I could control the ice in the air galvanizing it with some magicules transmodifying it into icicles above his carapace. Jasadus gyrated his shell very quickly attempting to shred the icicles that jabbed the surface of his shell.

  Jasadus, even though we have different mothers we’ve spent many years growing up together as brothers in all the other ways, should’ve evaded my icicles rather than letting himself come into contact with it. All it took was a blink of my eyes to create a liquid nitrogen ice seeping over his scales freezing him in a frozen state.

  He could transform into kusangi breaking out of it but that wouldn’t be for awhile; until then I was facing Grathgor now with his phosphorescent amber eyed eleven foot tall bulky elk illuminating while all over its pelt with bejeweled god tier antlers on its crown. I used my ice powers to create ice spears that I lobbed past the side of the elk towards Grathgor. His spirit beast without moving unleashed a light laser from his horn that sliced through my spear with two more beams heading right towards me!

  I raised both hands, summoning two shimmering ice shields just in time as the twin beams of pure light hurtled towards me. The searing beams struck the shields, sending sparks flying as the reflective surfaces bent the light away with a resonating crack. I barely had a moment’s respite before the spirit elk lunged forward, its massive form barreling towards me like an unstoppable force of nature. I twisted my body sharply, narrowly evading a crushing blow by the elk’s antlers, which grazed the ground and shattered rocks in its wake. The beams came again, slashing through the air, forcing me into a desperate dance of sidesteps and parries. My breath came heavy as adrenaline surged through me — evading the combination of lethal light strikes and the elk’s brutal charges was pushing me to the edge.

  With my options dwindling, my eyes hardened with resolve. Gathering the biting chill around me, I crafted a towering spear of ice, sharp and unforgiving. Charging forward, I plunged the icy lance into the ground between myself and the spirit elk. The frozen spear exploded outward, encasing the elk and the beams of light in a colossal iceberg that shimmered with frigid intensity. The sheer cold was so relentless, so absolute, that even Cocytus himself would have found it inhospitable. The elk’s desperate thrashing slowed, its glowing antlers dimming beneath the icy prison. My figure blurred and faded into the cold crystal, disappearing into the heart of the frozen tomb.

  From within the iceberg, my form began to shift — first appearing as a translucent apparition before gradually gaining substance. My flesh reformed, warmth seeping back into my bones as the icy shell cracked and shattered. Standing free, I summoned my status screen: a new skill gleamed boldly — Sightseer. The power to slow down attacks aimed at me, a skill I had intended to wield against Grathgor. But before I could act, a colossal shadow unfurled. Jasadus, now transformed into a gargantuan Kusanagi snake, coiled around my body, squeezing with relentless force, intent on breaking every bone.

  Grathgor’s eyes narrowed, a dark cloud of doubt flickering within. Even the ever-calm elf sensed the dangerous escalation. “Jasadus, you’re crossing a line,” he muttered, tension thick in his voice. But the serpent’s grip tightened, and I fought desperately, summoning the Blade of Cocytus — a short blade with a snowy white underside and a handle as black as the void. With a fierce slash, I severed the serpent’s coils, breaking free as Grathgor staggered, fear mingling with respect in his gaze.

  My mind drifted back to darker days, the sting of loneliness wrapping around my heart.

  “Why aren’t you coming home anymore?” I had asked, eyes wide and brimming with tears.

  My father’s voice, heavy with regret, had softened as he knelt beside me. “I’m doing this for us, son. To give you a future.”

  “But it feels like you don’t want me.”

  “Never. You’re the reason I keep going.”

  From the shadows, my brothers and sisters had crowded around, their laughter a balm to my aching soul.

  “You’re not alone, little brother.”

  “We believe in you.”

  “We’ll protect you.”

  Their voices echoed in my memory, a beacon amid the storm.

  Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath my feet. A teenage centaur with fiery red hair galloped into view, ridden by a striking woman with flowing white hair and the poise of Marilyn Monroe, her hands tenderly stroking the centaur’s mane. Beside them stood a petite girl with matching red hair and a sleek black horse’s rear, her eyes sharp and unyielding.

  “You need to stop getting in our way,” the woman said coolly, her gaze unwavering.

  I roared in defiance, voice reverberating through the battlefield. “Why push this far? Do you not fear ceasing to exist?”

  The woman’s smile was enigmatic. “Don’t ask me. The children are all around us — dozens of teenagers, humans, demi-humans, humanoid animals, half-goblins, half-trolls, vampires, lizardmen, and even humanoid slimes. They all know the truth: don’t stop what cannot be changed.”

  My breath caught as I scanned the crowd, eyes landing on the conspicuous absence of my bunny girl half-sister, Marigold. My heart sank. While I had been locked in battle, she had slipped away with a deadly purpose — to assassinate our father.

  Marigold’s POV

  Later that night, I crouched silently outside the hotel where Cooro was staying with the lamia, elf, and bunny girl — the women who were once my mothers. The streetlamps cast long shadows as I watched the soft glow of the room’s light. I knew the moment the light flicked off, my chance would come.When I was a kid my mother only said Your meet me when I was in a bad part of my life, we fell in love and had you. It wasn’t until I turned fourteen that she admitted she was a slave and where the hotel was they stayed the night.

  I whispered to myself, voice trembling with both sorrow and steel, “Father… I never wanted it to come to this. You showed up every two weeks, spending a day with me, knowing how much I needed you. You tried to be there, despite everything.”

  My fingers clenched the hilt of my dagger, eyes distant as memories flooded me — the warmth of his rare visits, the fleeting smiles, the promises whispered in quiet moments.

  But betrayal had stolen my family. My mother’s heartbreak, my own loneliness, and the cruel twist of fate had forged this path.

  “I must do this,” I breathed, “for all of us.”

  Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the darkness. The red-haired man from the auction appeared, flanked by a gang wielding swords and axes, their eyes cold and merciless as they prepared to storm the hotel.

  My grip tightened on my dagger, heart pounding. The night had just begun.