Koukuji_Family gave this guy a MAJOR overhaul.
*Also note, the sword in the picture is not his.*
Helvabon. A rather peaceful, orderly town at first glance. But, there's a saying amongst some of the citizens: "You can't spell Helvabon without Hell." The kingdom itself is divided into two main groups: The overly wealthy upper-class, and the hard-working lower-class that make up the outer section of the land. The upper-class citizens consider the lower-class to be lower than dirt, and treat them as such, which cause them to become incredibly hateful towards the rich, going so far as to steal from them occasionally during the night.
At the dead center of the kingdom is the castle, where King Alaric and his knights reside. If there's only one thing the upper and lower class can agree upon, it's their opinion of their king. A selfish, tyrannical brat at the age of 16 who only rose to power because his parents, the previous king and queen, mysteriously vanished. His knights aren't any better, rarely actually helping anyone unless it benefits themselves, or the person in trouble is attractive enough. It helps that the majority of Alaric's knights happen to be male, much to his chagrin, as the few females that are hired have to meet some strict requirements (read: the king must find them physically appealing). In other words, this seemingly wonderful town is practically at each other's necks, as well as in the grip of a psychotic adolescent obsessed with power and women.
However, this story is not about the king, but rather one of his knights. Or at least, a knight in training.
In the lower-class city of Helvabon lived a young man named Lucke, at the age of 19. Despite being lower-class, his life was pretty decent. He had his own house that he shares with his childhood friend, Annalise, who worked as a blacksmith. She secialized in crafting and repairing armor, but was no good in constructing weapons. Fortunately, armor was in equal demand to weaponry, so she had plenty of business. Lucke helped her out from time to time, carrying materials around and assisting the customers. Despite this, Lucke was still technically unemployed, but he at least had a dream.A dream that most of his fellow townsfolk frowned upon.
You see, Lucke wanted to be one of King Alaric's knights, who the rest of the kingdom, upper and lower-class, loathed greatly. But Lucke wasn't in it for fame, he simply wanted to prove that he could be strong. While everyone else turned their back on him for willlingly wanting to join such a corrupt organization, Annalise stuck by him and gave him support, even going as far as to craft him some special armor. But, given her trouble with weaponry, he was on his own in that department.
"Anna... I know you wanna help me and all, but... does this armor have to be so... revealing?" Lucke asked, blushing and covering his exposed midriff.
"What? I think it looks great on you..." Annalise replied with a sly, almost pervy smirk.
With his... questionable armor equipped, he made the trek to Castle Alaric in the center of Helvabon, getting various stares from the citizen ranging from curious glances to disapproving glares, some even calling out rude things to him, such as reffering to him as 'lower-class gutter trash'. But Lucke shrugged off the harsh criticism and approached the entrance to the castle, where he was met with some of the king's guards.
After announcing his intention to join to them, and some stifled laughter on their part, Lucke was guided into the castle and to the throne room, where he encountered King Alaric for the first time. The young monarch wasn't too pleased meeting the potential new knight.
"So, what brings lower-class garbage like you to my home?" the king said with a frown.
"...Wait, you're Prince Alaric?" Lucke blinked. "...But you're even younger than I am."
The king shot Lucke a death glare. "what do you want!?" he shouted, knocking Lucke onto his rear.
"I-I...want to become a knight!" Lucke replied with a hint of hesitation.
"While the other knights snickered and made jokes about this 'newbie', Alaric actually had an idea for Lucke.
"...Very well. If you want to become one of the royal knights, you must fufill a task for me." the king began. "There a small cave just outside of the city known as the Cave of Birth. There's said to be a sword hidden there, one said to hold the power of life itself. Bring me this sword, and you'll be welcomed to my personal army. But be careful, the cave may be small, but it's filled with goblins. It'll be a challenge without a weapon."
Lucke stared at Alaric, taking it all in. "So...how about lending me a weapon?"
Alaric gestured for one of his knights to provide Lucke with a means of defending himself. what he ended up getting was...a stick.
"...Yeesh, you guys are jerks..."
With his...stick in hand, Lucke left the castle and made his way to the Helvabon gate, still very curious about this sword with the power of life itself...
Making a quick stop back home to tell Annalise of the good news, Lucke continued onward and left Helvabon, following a map that Annalise gave her. Thank goodness for it, too. as he would never have found the Cave of Birth without it.
"...Why the hell is it called the Cave of Birth, anyway?" Lucke asked as he ventured into the darkness.
Soon, he found a lit room, walls lined with burning blue torches. The sword itself was not well hidden, sticking out of an...oddly shaped rock. The rock was slightly rounded, with two long prongs resembling legs coming out of the sides. The sword was embedded in between the prongs.
"...Who the hell designed this place!?" Lucke exclaimed as he grabbed the hilt of the sword. surprisingly, it slid out rather easily. Lucke held up the sword and examined it. It didn't look like any sword he's seen before. The hilt was pink and white, with a heart at the end, and the actual blade had a rounded tip instead of a pointed one, not ideal for stabbing. Something was written along the blade as well.
"...Lifebringer? That's a strange name for a deadly weapon." Lucke said as he turned aroudn to leave. Unfortunately, a gang of goblins blocked his path. At first Lucke panicke, but then he realized, he has a real sword now, there's nothing to be afraid of. so, he charged forward, wildly swinging the sword and beating the goblins away. He didn't take the time to notice that they were merely pummeled, not sliced to bits, and ran straight back to the castle.
Lucke panted heavily and trudged into the throne room, presenting the strange blade to King Alaric. The king grasped the hilt and gave it a few practice swings.
"...Alright, bring out the test dummy." the king cried. His knight carded it a living prisoner, who was restrained to prevent any sort of escape. "Finally, the destructive strength of life itself is mine. Now every kingdom in the world will bow before my terrible might!" he proclaimed, swinging the sword to viciously slaughter the 'dummy'. Except...it didn't. All Alaric succeeded in doing is giving the guy a nasty headache after whacking him with the sword.
"What!? Why isn't he dead!?" Alaric shouted, throwing Lifebringer to the ground. One of the guards picked up the sword and stroked along the blade. "...It's not even sharp." He said.
"...What use is a sword that can't kill?" Alaric frowned as he settled back on the throne. He then turned to Lucke. "You, lower-class wretch. ...A deal's a deal. You can have the job, and keep that worthless sword for your troubles." he said, commanding the guard t hand over the sword. "Now, go home and get some rest, your training begins at sunrise." "Now like he'll get far with that thing..." One of the knights whispered to another.
Lucke returned home and told Annalise of everything that happened, and showed off his new sword.
"It's not gonna be very helpful if it can't cut..." Annalise stared at it.
"sure it can't cut, but it's pretty good at bashing!" Lucke said, giving a few pratice swings.
"Hey! Lucke! Be caref-" "Oops! Look out!" The sword flew out of Lucke's hand and shot right into Annalise's stomach....though she wasn't mortally wounded, it seemed to phase right through her.
Lucke and Annalise stared in surprise, and Lucke carefully pulled it out. "That was...strange." Lucke said, staring at it. "...Let's just go to sleep." Annalise sighed and shuffled into her room for the night, Lucke doing the same.
Soon, the next day arrived, and Lucke awoke, to the sound of Annalise screaming. Lucke jumped out of bed, grabbed his sword, and rushed into her room, where he was greeted by a startling surprise.
"What the hell did you do to me!?!?" Annalise screamed, looking down in shock at her suddenly swollen stomach. After getting over the initial awkwardness, Lucke moved in for a closer look, puttign a hand on Annalise's stomach. His eyes widened when he felt some slight movent inside, then turned to the sword in his hand.
"...So THAT'S why it's called Lifebringer..."
TL;DR, he's a knight in training, wielding a sword with the power to impregnate women. The profile is still soemwhat of a WIP, with possible updates.
Also, he's more for story than vore, and even when involved, he can only be prey, as any form of vore is unheard of in Helvabon...
for the moment...
