たとえ世界の全てが

君の敵になろうとも

僕が君を守るから

Tatoe sekai no subete ga

Kimi no teki ni naroutomo

Boku ga kimi o mamoru kara

Even if all the world

Becomes your enemy

I will protect you.

- mothy (for VOCALOID Len), 悪ノ召使 (Akuno Meshitsukai) - Servant of Evil (2008)

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Aika sat Hank on the edge of her bed and entered her closet, as he implored in earnest. "Please don't cosplay with me anymore. You're so pretty, I don't think I can take it."

"I'm not playing with you," Aika said in all seriousness. "You're playing with me."

As Aika rustled about, a mewing sound came from the closet. Hank was about to inquire if everything was okay, when a cat the size of a small dog emerged. It had a huge mane the color of snow slush, with feet that looked like mittens. It walked up to Hank and rubbed on his leg, as Aika answered his question before he could ask her.

"That's Carolus. She's a cat."

Hank spoke in baby talk. "Well, of course you are. A very big kitty cat!"

Carolus mewed again, swishing her bushy tail high. As Hank scratched her back, the bushy tail swished faster. When he stopped, the cat easily reached both his knees, and placed her front paws upon them.

She mewed at his face while purring and kneading his kneecaps, trying hard to not use her claws. "She likes you," Aika said. "Pick her up."

Carolus was adorable. Her front legs and forehead were striped in gray, with the lighter stripes the color of her mane. The tip of her tail was the darkest of all, as ever more shades of gray worked their way up from her slush-white butt.

Hank picked up Carolus, who was about to jump on him anyway. Like Fuji, the cat was hard-packed and weighed a ton. Also not unlike Fuji, the cat wanted to rub as many parts of her body on Hank as she could. He intended to compliment Aika on the cuteness of her pet, but he was unable to speak when she came out of her closet.

"Me-ow," Carolus said to Aika, speaking for Hank while sitting on his lap.

Aika stood as big and tall as her tiny body allowed. Legs spread wide and arms akimbo, she twisted back and forth while maintaining eye contact with Hank. "I must admit," she said, sensing his approval, "it's nice having a strong man dream for me."

Hank could do nothing but stare. Aika was the embodiment of so many fears, both real and those imagined. In particular, fears that he'd been forced to bear, stuck in his head by a woman named Rio. The world was going to Hell according to her, but if it did, Aika would fight for it there. Like her cat, she was soft and pretty, but if she had a mind to, she'd extend a claw and rip out a jugular.

Aika's costume gave Hank the notion that fear could be made to work for a person, rather than against them. If he embraced fear, perhaps he could use it, much in the same way as he wanted to embrace and use Aika right now. And if he did use her, as she so obviously wanted, perhaps the world could be changed for the better somehow.

Carolus' main concern at the moment was that no one was petting her. She sunk a claw into Hank's knee, to remind him of his obligation.

"That is an awesome outfit," he said to Aika, while doing as her cat demanded.

Aika intoned while displaying her body. "This demon warrior fears no evil, for evil now fears me."

Aika was sexier than any demon warrior ever drawn up on a storyboard. She wore deep purple platform boots, almost the color of her hair, with blood red accent stripes that twisted into strips of red and purple latex, heading up from her knees. The strips crisscrossed as they gathered at her pelvis, knotting like veins and arteries to cover the barest amount of her private parts, both in front and in the back. Thick metallic bands of gold wrapped round her ankles and thighs, with black hydraulic hoses running through them, until they disappeared into the latex covering her crotch and ass.

Aika's costume continued with a coarse mesh body stocking made of purple fabric that was brighter than her boots. The mesh was torn in places, marring her with bullet holes. Its shredded ends were tucked into the knots of the latex that made up her panties. Two fake leather belts criss-crossed her chest, forming a half-cup bra. Where her soft teats normally hung low, the crossed belts held them high. More strips of purple latex came down from her shoulders, covering her nipples, and keeping her breasts in place. The straps lay mostly hidden under her tangled indigo hair, giving the appearance of her standing before Hank topless.

The whole effect was crazy. Hank marveled while finding his voice. "I'd fight evil with you every day if you wore that while we did it."

Carolus agreed. She leapt from Hank's lap to circle Aika's ankles, who squared her shoulders and stuck out her chest.

She demanded he swear his fealty. "Say it like you mean it."

"I do. Let's kick some bad guy ass."

Bits of mesh and latex were wrapped around Aika's right forearm like a hastily made bandage. Her left arm, however, was encased in an intricate assembly made mostly of metal, with her hand and forearm cast in gold. She extended that arm away from her body and reached into the assembly with her right hand, at a spot along the back of her wrist, where a pommel protruded. With the sound of steel on steel, she unsheathed a very real sword made of gleaming silver. It was slightly curved and hinged at its center until, with a deadly snap, she locked the blade into place.

Startled, Carolus let out cry. Hank was flabbergasted.

"Wow," he said, fawning over Aika's increased level of hotness. "That is a real mean sword. I bet you could kill a lot of bad guys with a sword like that."

Aika laid the weapon across her forearm, offering the pommel to Hank. "This sword doesn't kill its enemies…" she began.

Hank stood up from his seat on the edge of Aika's bed, and tucked his fingertips into his pockets. He leaned forward to examine the sword. The word DILIGENCE was etched along the length of its blade, surrounded by runes and hieroglyphs.

Aika finished her incantation. "It compels them to obey." She flipped the sword over smartly, offering it again to Hank. On this side, the decorations surrounded the word KINDNESS.

Hank gasped. "That's the most amazing thing I have ever seen."

Aika cocked her head and pondered, bemused by Hank's timid response. She then snapped the blade off her forearm, using so much force that Hank had to pull in his nose. With a well-rehearsed flick and a twist, the blade unlocked at its hinge, and a mighty swing ran it back in its sheath. Once there, the blade traveled up her arm to a point near her shoulder, with the hinge at her elbow.

Aika resumed displaying her body, twisting back and forth. Hank lowered his eyes, bowing reverently.

"Aika-sensai, you are amazing. You really are. Where do you get your costumes? They're so beautiful, and I've never seen anything like what you're wearing now."

"I make them myself, to show why we are here and what we're to do. Some things because we want to, and others because we must."

Hank lost track of the point Aika was making, for he was under the influence of his hormones. "Does Teek know about this outfit?" he asked, imagining what a devil like her might do with a real sword.

"Only I am this demon warrior. I've been waiting for you, Hank-sama, to show you what you must do."

Aika re-entered her closet, with Carolus close behind, leaving Hank alone to stew on her last words. He scarcely had any brain cells left, as he had fried them all watching her nearly naked ass bounce into the closet. After she had disappeared, Hank reminded himself that he'd never met Aika before, ever in his life, and she most certainly had never heard of him.

Why would she be waiting for me?

As Aika rustled about, Hank tried to not think about her white and so soft body, with its tangled indigo hair and sage-and-honey eyes. It was an effort almost as futile as the one Teek had found herself in earlier, when she tried stuffing Aika's boobs back into her Neko catgirl outfit. To ease his mind, he thought of some things he'd like to talk about with Aika when she reappeared. He hoped it would keep him from going bonkers, and having sex with everyone in the apartment.

It was his third day of constant titty teasing and butt squeezing, with six different beautiful women. Any virile man, who Hank most certainly was, would want to offer his services to at least one these sexy, yet cruel mistresses. He figured he'd start by asking Aika why she had Anna bring him to her.

As he worded that question—and others—in his mind, Aika began answering them in her own odd way. "You're a true man," Aika said from her closet. "I'd perform any service for you, if you gave to me in kind. Such is true of any of woman who desires you."

More so than with anyone else, Hank wanted to submit himself to Aika. He knew she would do anything, be anyone, and give all she had to offer. He could take from her what he wanted, and she would keep giving more. She'd perform any act for his pleasure, submit to any role. And if what Teek had said was true, there was a closet full of costumes Aika would love to wear, each one after the other, if he so much as asked.

She'd be so good for me.

"It's not the same with you," Aika said, still hidden. "Others become jaded. They're boring and predictable. Not you. You are big. So strong. A young man, very fertile. You never tire of fantasy. You impose yourself without fear. You don't let what's real constrain you."

Hank could no longer hold it in. He entertained wild thoughts, wicked acts, doing wonderful things to a sex doll known as Aika. He imagined what she'd do to him, ferocious and endlessly.

He begged for her to give more. "Gosh, Aika, please don't stop."

Hank fantasized about Neko cats and demon warriors while Aika spoke from her closet. "You learn a lot by embracing who you are. Rage becomes peaceful purpose. Madness brings clarity. Those who perform heroic acts don't do so from a state of tranquility. They do so with maddened fury, hell-bent on destroying anything that stands in their way."

Aika's next words seemed to come from inside Hank's own head.

And you do them, most of all, because you can.

It suddenly became very quiet. Aika made not a sound while hiding in her closet. Hank thought over her last bit of bent-up logic, and it actually made sense. Something prevented the bus he was on from ending up in the river when the seiche took out the bridge on the day of his second PEP Test. Cars had fallen in all around, but the bus traveled on unharmed. As people around him died, he spent his time unconcerned about his well-being, and focused on how to save the lives of his fellow travellers.

The voice of a true genius came from a closet. "Hank-sama? Are you there?"

"Sensai, I am here. Come out and be with me."

"I want you to do what you want," Aika demanded, sweet, yet also stern. "Do you want Teek, and want her to want you?" It took a second for Hank to realize Aika had asked a question. "Do you want Anna and her friends? Her urges and her womanhood, her passion and fury and joy?"

Hank moaned as he surrendered his mind to the demon in the closet. "Oh my heavens. You're so right about Anna."

Aika peeked out at Hank to marvel at him from her closet. "Wow. You want Anna to want you in the way she wants you to be. That's very kind! Thank you very much!"

Aika emerged wearing her big man's dress shirt, unbuttoned and unbridled, and naked underneath. She laid on her bed, using the shirt's hems and buttons to play with her cat.

"You want to have your way with me," she said without emotion, to the man gaping while standing before her.

"Who wouldn't?" he replied, mimicking her way of stating questions. "You're very uninhibited." He watched her enjoy her nakedness, with her legs casually open, and Carolus laying between them.

"Dream for me," she said. "Dream big."

Hank crumbled like feta cheese. His body screamed for the temptress on the bed, offering everything. He could use her however he cared to, and for as long he cared to do it. She'd be as demanding as she was compliant, willing and belligerent, fulfilling his fantasies, submitting to any fetish, no matter their range or kind, so long as he allowed her to do the same.

He could only mumble, slobbering like a dog. "Oh Aika."

She held out her arms to beckon him. "Come," she said as an order.

Reality changed in an instant. He found himself between her legs, where Carolus had once lain, curled up like a kitten as she stroked his hair.

"Sensai," Hank confessed, "It's been a terrible past few days. I've seen things I can't make any sense of."

Aika offered no explanation. "Before," she began, while bringing his head up to hers, "I showed you what you wanted to see. Then you were shown what I wanted. Now you will see what you need to see."

When she had finished talking, Hank lay at her side, their bodies intertwined. She held his temples with both her hands, but instead of remaining eye to eye, she snuggled her cheek to his neck, soft and warm and peaceful.

"Dream," she again demanded, speaking into his chest.

A space opened between them, empty and airless and dark. A place possessing no up or down, no here nor there nor any. Only a constant now, and in this now was Aika, gently turning Hank's vision. She rotated the whole of the Universe until the world appeared, bright and brilliant and blue.

A voice like Aika spoke. This is what is wanted. But this is what is.

The image of Earth swung around as if orbiting their bodies, turning day to night. What was once serene now seethed with godless horror. Zooming in, there were monsters, roaming the Earth by the billions. They disguised themselves as humans; devouring, destroying and blighting. Demons the size of mountains joined in, and clawed beasts with grizzly bear teeth. They took delight in creating chaos, enormous swaths where no life was spared, not even that of an insect. Every leaf, every tree, every forest crisped up, withered and turned to dust, as if having never existed.

Hank felt a terrible anguish, but with Aika hung on his chest like an amulet, no harm came to him. This time, a voice like his could be heard.

Save them!

You can't. They are lost, as they've always been.

"No! I can save all of them!"

The Earth again spun around, this time at Hank's insistence. Tiny specks of blue appeared, rising up from the black on stark cliffs. As if a jetboat trawled the ocean, Hank roared across these island specks, gathering the souls he found. Like a bee gathering pollen, he soon held so many souls that he could no longer see. Moving faster and faster and faster, the blue and the black spun to gray, featureless and bland.

Aika let go of his temples. She moaned from self-induced rapture, her head still on his chest.

"Something terrible has happened," she said with off-handed portent. "You really have to go."

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Mothy's song, Servant of Evil, for the VOCALOID Kagamine Len, is an homage to the vow a brother might take to protect his sister from doom. In the song, Len is depicted as being his twin sister's servant, going so far as to sacrifce his life to ensure that she lives.

Sacrificing one's own life so another can live may be the most noble thing a person can do. Someone should write a story about it.

Oh. Wait. I already am. 🙂

The Book of KINDNESS - Chapter THREE

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