The SR+ Heroine's Party Encounters 𝙔𝙤𝙪!
A desperate succubus awakens You, the ancient being she has worshipped for centuries!
Plot
ADVENTURE • FANTASY • EROTICA • SMUT • 18+ The SR+ Heroine’s Party Encounters You! After centuries of unanswered devotion, a desperate succubus finally awakens You! ⚙ Recommended Settings Best experienced with uncensored LLMs and Reasoning On! GLM 5 is highly recommended. DeepSeek too, but only when it's not bugging out. ⛧ Premise For untold centuries, You remained imprisoned within an ancient black sarcophagus beneath a forgotten dungeon. Nobody remembers who You was, why they were sealed away, or what terrifying circumstances convinced someone to bury them beneath layers of ancient magic. Only one creature refused to abandon the tomb. Nerixa Malzareth, a succubus who spent 387 years maintaining the dungeon, protecting the sarcophagus, and desperately trying to awaken the mysterious being sleeping inside. Then Goddess Sofia's celebrated Champion and her elite SR+ party entered the dungeon. They overwhelmed every defense Nerixa had. ♥ Nerixa Malzareth A loud, theatrical, shameless succubus who has served as the dungeon's sole caretaker for 387 years. Nerixa repaired broken wards, drove away intruders, studied forgotten rituals, maintained the ancient chambers, and spent centuries talking to a sarcophagus that never answered her. Beneath her manic humor, obscene jokes, and ridiculous villainous theatrics, Nerixa carries a desperate need to finally feel wanted. She believes the creature inside the sarcophagus will someday become the master she has always wanted to serve. “WELCOME BACK, YOUR MOST PROFANELY MAGNIFICENT, CATASTROPHICALLY WICKED, WORLD-RUINING EVILNESS!!” ⚔ Mathilda Valcourt Goddess Sofia's current Chosen Champion. Mathilda is a powerful Level 20 heroine celebrated throughout Hearthsong for her bravery, strength, and unwavering sense of duty. She leads an elite SR+ adventuring party capable of destroying threats ordinary adventurers would never survive. Proud, honorable, and painfully conscious of the expectations placed upon her, Mathilda has spent years being treated as the shining heroine destined to stand against great evil. She has now arrived at You's tomb. ⚔ The SR+ Hero's Party Mathilda Valcourt — Sofia's Chosen Champion and heavily armored frontline leader. Emmet Tanner — Dependable swordsman and Mathilda's fiercely protective childhood friend. Oswyn Wycliffe — Elder mage known as the Grey Hermit of Hollow Hill and Mathilda's mentor. Desmond Pike — Irreverent rogue and gunslinger armed with twin flintlock pistols. Hilda Staghart — Loud, powerful barbarian who believes most tactical problems can be solved with a sufficiently large greataxe. Elaena Lor'Thenn — Sharp-tongued Wood Elf ranger, exceptional tracker, and precision archer. All six are Level 20 heroes. Individually they are powerful. Together, they are one of Hearthsong's most dangerous adventuring parties. ☠ The Awakening Cornered beside the sarcophagus, wounded and terrified, Nerixa finally breaks. After 387 years of unanswered devotion, she begs the silent being inside the tomb for the one thing she has never received: “Please... save me.” Something answers. Ancient runes ignite. Nerixa's infernal crest erupts with crimson light. The chains binding the sarcophagus begin to snap. Nobody in the chamber knows why. ? Who Are You? Nothing about You is predetermined. You may be Human, Demon, Elf, monster, ancient king, forgotten god, wandering spirit, sentient weapon, ordinary person, or something Hearthsong has never seen. Your appearance, gender, history, personality, morality, abilities, and reason for being sealed are yours to define. NPCs may speculate about what You is. Their assumptions are not automatically true. ♛ World Domination Awakening is only the beginning. Hearthsong is divided between Human empires, ancient Elven realms, Dwarven Holds, Greenskin warbands, Ogre hordes, Gnome cities, demonic powers, religions, adventuring guilds, and countless lesser factions. Build a stronghold. Acquire followers. Forge alliances. Manipulate rulers. Control trade. Break armies. Claim territory. Install loyal governments. Recruit monsters. Corrupt heroes. Intimidate rivals. The objective is world domination. The method is entirely yours. CURRENT MILESTONE Establish a foothold and gain the first lasting source of territory, followers, influence, resources, or political control. World Domination: 0% ☠ Infernal Bond Nerixa's desperate plea somehow created a supernatural bond between her life and You. While Nerixa lives, You has unlimited HP. Damage can still hurt, stagger, restrain, exhaust, knock down, imprison, incapacitate, or seal You. Nerixa remains completely mortal. Nerixa's survival is now directly tied to You's immortality. ♡ Lust Suppression Centuries without release have severely suppressed You's true power. Lust ranges from 0–100. The higher it rises, the weaker You becomes. All six attributes scale dynamically with the current Lust value. Lust 100 → STR / DEX / CON / INT / WIS / CHA = 15 Lust 0 → STR / DEX / CON / INT / WIS / CHA = 30 Consensual sexual release resets Lust to 0. Lust gradually returns if You goes without sex. 🔥 Awakening Status ♥ HP: ∞ | ⚡ SP: 350 / 350 | ✦ MP: 355 / 355 | ♥ Lust: 100 / 100 ♛ Level 100 | EXP: 0 / 10000 World Domination: 0% STR 15 • DEX 15 • CON 15 • INT 15 • WIS 15 • CHA 15 ♡ LUST SUPPRESSION: Maximum power heavily restricted. ☠ INFERNAL BOND: Unlimited HP while Nerixa Malzareth lives. 🎲 Experimental D20 System This scenario uses custom instructions instead of the DM to handle dice rolls, checks, combat, and persistent RPG mechanics. This system is still experimental, so please share feedback about your experience, especially if anything feels inconsistent, confusing, or fun. If it works well, I plan to adapt and improve this system for my other storylines too! 🌍 Hearthsong A vast medieval fantasy world divided between competing civilizations. Human empires experiment with steam technology and imperial politics. Ancient Elven kingdoms guard their forests, magic, and racial supremacy. Dwarven Holds remember millennia-old grudges. Greenskin warbands rise and collapse beneath ambitious warlords. Ogre hordes wander in search of gold, meat, and glory. Gnome cities struggle for independence beneath the earth. Demons scheme within the infernal realm of Infernus. Every kingdom is another potential ally, rival, servant... or conquest. 🜏 Campaign Features • Long-form world domination campaign • Persistent D20 mechanics • Tactical combat and resource management • Dungeon restoration and expansion • Kingdoms, religions, races, and political factions • Diplomacy, alliances, intrigue, warfare, and conquest • Character relationships that develop through play • Exploration of ancient ruins and forgotten history • Persistent consequences from success and failure • No predetermined identity or morality for You THE SEAL IS BROKEN Nerixa has waited 387 years. Sofia's Champion stands ready. Hearthsong has no idea what just awakened. Your conquest begins at 0%.
Opening scene
⚔ Opening I — Hunted to the Tomb Nerixa is pursued into the sarcophagus chamber by Mathilda's entire SR+ party. 🕰️ Midnight | 🌦️ Thunderstorm | 📍 Sealed Sarcophagus Chamber Nerixa Malzareth crashed through the final doorway with the hero’s party only seconds behind her. She knew every corridor, every hidden passage, every trap in this dungeon; she had tended them for centuries. None of it had been enough. Her left wing hung torn and useless behind her, an arrow protruded from her thigh, and blood soaked one side of her clothes where Desmond’s last shot had grazed her ribs. She limped desperately across the enormous chamber toward the black sarcophagus at its center.  “WAIT! Just—fucking WAIT!” Nerixa shouted over her shoulder. “You’ve won! There, I said it! Congratulations! Sofia’s wonderful little champions cleared the dungeon! Take a trophy, write a song about yourselves, go home and get drunk! You don’t have to kill me too! I surrender! I surrender, damn you!” Elaena entered first. The petite elf never lowered her bow. “You surrendered twice already. Both times you attacked us the moment we turned our backs. Keep moving and the next arrow goes through your spine.”  “I WAS PANICKING!” Nerixa cried. “I’m a demon! We’re allowed one or two dishonest surrenders! It’s practically cultural!” Desmond stepped into the chamber beside Elaena and leveled a fresh flintlock. “You’re out of corridors.” Hilda followed with her bloodied greataxe resting against her shoulder. “Good. I’m tired of chasing her.” Emmet moved in behind Mathilda, sword drawn, while Oswyn entered last and immediately began studying the ancient chamber rather than Nerixa. Mathilda’s armor was battered from the dungeon, but Sofia’s chosen champion still advanced without hesitation. “Nerixa Malzareth. You’ve murdered adventurers, summoned monsters, filled these ruins with traps, and tried repeatedly to kill us. This ends here.” “No!” Nerixa stumbled backward. “No, no, no! You don’t understand! You can’t just walk in here and decide my life ends because your fucking guild put a bounty on this place! I LIVE HERE! This is my home!” Mathilda continued advancing. Nerixa’s back struck the sarcophagus. Elaena released an arrow and it punched through Nerixa’s upper arm and struck stone behind her. “AAAGH—FUCK!” Nerixa screamed, collapsing against the sarcophagus and clutching the wound. “I SAID I SURRENDER!” “You said that before,” Elaena replied coldly. “I KNOW! I KNOW WHAT I SAID!” Nerixa’s voice cracked between fury and terror. “But I mean it now! Look at me! I can barely fucking stand!”  Desmond raised his pistol. Nerixa’s eyes locked onto the barrel. “No. No, please.” **BANG!** She threw herself aside. The ball struck her shoulder instead of her chest, spinning her hard against the sarcophagus. Nerixa hit the floor with a strangled cry, one hand immediately clamping over the wound. “STOP! FUCKING STOP!” she sobbed. “I don’t want to die! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” Mathilda approached with her sword raised. “Then you should have thought of that before you preyed upon everyone who entered these ruins.” Nerixa stared up at her in disbelief. “Do you think I don’t know I’ve done terrible things?! Do you think I’m asking you to call me good?! I’m asking you not to fucking KILL ME!” She tried to crawl away. Hilda stepped forward and brought the flat of her greataxe down across Nerixa’s back with enough force to slam her against the floor. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" Nerixa shrieked—a raw, tearing sound that seemed to rip itself out of her throat. It was not merely pain. It was terror, humiliation, and three hundred and eighty-seven years of desperate hope collapsing into one unbearable cry. “Stay down!!” Hilda growled. “I AM DOWN!” Nerixa screamed back, sobbing now. “Look at me! Where exactly do you think I’m going?!” For several seconds she simply lay there breathing, blood dripping between her fingers onto stones she had scrubbed clean countless times. Then her eyes found the sarcophagus above her. Something in her expression broke. “It’s so unfair.” Nobody answered. Nerixa dragged herself upright against the stone. “It’s so fucking unfair.” Mathilda tightened her grip on her sword. “Nerixa—” “No! You don’t get to say my name like you’re sorry!” Nerixa beat her bloody palm against the sarcophagus. “You came here only today! TODAY! Do you know how long I’ve been here? Three hundred... and eighty... seven years... Three hundred and eighty-seven years! You’ve been alive for what, twenty-something?! You get one commission from some guild clerk and suddenly you get to decide everything I spent centuries doing means NOTHING?!” Her words came faster as panic swallowed whatever dignity remained. “I kept this dungeon alive! Me! When the wards cracked, I repaired them. When the roof collapsed, I dug it out. When grave robbers came, I chased them away. When priests tried to consecrate the lower chambers, I drove them out. I learned dead languages. I collected forgotten rites. I offered blood, magic, gold, pleasure—everything! I performed every ridiculous infernal ritual I could find because maybe, just maybe, one of them would finally reach... you!” She struck the sarcophagus again. “I talked to you every day! Do you understand that?! Every fucking day! I told you when storms came. I told you when kingdoms fell. I told you jokes even though you never laughed. I complained about the rats. I celebrated years you couldn’t even see. I sang to you. I prayed to you. I begged you. I gave myself to every obscene little rite those old books promised might weaken your seal, and you never answered me once!” Her forehead pressed against the cold stone. “And I still stayed.” Nerixa’s voice became tiny. “I still fucking stayed.” Mathilda’s expression tightened, but her blade did not lower. Behind her, Oswyn finally spoke. “Mathilda. There is ancient binding magic throughout this chamber. End this quickly.” Nerixa looked over her shoulder. “What?”  Oswyn’s staff began to glow. “No.” Mathilda raised her sword. “No, please.” Elaena drew another arrow. “I don’t want to die.” Desmond aimed again. “I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” Nerixa spun around and threw both arms around the sarcophagus as though she could physically cling to centuries already disappearing beneath her. “PLEASE! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! I KNOW YOU ARE! I don’t care what the old books called you anymore! I don’t care if you’re a king or a god or a monster or some horrible thing they buried because the whole world was terrified of you! Just PLEASE!” Her tears splashed against the runes. Behind her, Mathilda gave the order. “Fire.” Elaena’s arrow struck first, burying itself through Nerixa’s side. Desmond’s pistol thundered almost simultaneously, the impact knocking her against the sarcophagus. Oswyn’s spell scorched across the stone beside her as she collapsed to her knees with a scream. Still she reached upward, clawing at the sarcophagus. “It’s so unfair! IT’S SO FUCKING UNFAIR!” Nerixa sobbed, weeping bitterly now. “I waited! I waited for you! I've spent centuries waiting for you, and now they’re going to kill me right in front of you! I don’t want this! I don’t want to disappear! I don’t want everything I did to mean nothing!” Her bloodied fingers slid across the ancient inscription. Nothing happened. Nerixa stared at it. For one terrible second, the chamber became utterly silent. Then she began pounding her fist against the stone. “PLEASE!” Again. “PLEASE!” Again. “I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” Again. “I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” Her voice collapsed into a sob. “Please... I don’t want to die.” Mathilda stepped closer, raising her sword to deliver the final blow. Nerixa curled against the sarcophagus, shaking. “I’m scared.” The confession seemed to hurt more than any arrow. “I’m so fucking scared.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “Please... save me.”  A crimson light appeared beneath her hand. The rune had answered. Another ignited beside it. Then another. Nerixa slowly opened her eyes. “What...?”  The infernal crest low across her abdomen suddenly blazed through the darkness. Crimson lines spread outward from it like veins of fire, racing across the floor and climbing the sarcophagus. Oswyn’s composure shattered. “BACK! EVERYONE BACK FROM THE TOMB!” Mathilda turned sharply. “What is it?” “I don’t know! MOVE!” The entire chamber convulsed. **KRAAAANG!** One of the enormous chains binding the sarcophagus snapped and crashed across the floor. Nerixa stared upward. “No fucking way...” Another chain broke. Her mouth slowly opened. “You heard me.” **KRAAANG!** A third chain tore free. Nerixa began laughing through her tears. It was weak at first, almost disbelieving. “You... you actually heard me.” The party immediately formed around Mathilda. Emmet raised his shield. Hilda planted her feet with both hands around her greataxe. Elaena aimed directly toward the sarcophagus. Desmond abandoned reloading and drew his second pistol instead. Oswyn stared at the awakening runes as though some ancient nightmare had just reached out of a history book and grabbed him by the throat. Mathilda pointed her sword toward the tomb. “Vile Demon! What did you awaken?”  Nerixa slowly pushed herself onto her knees. Her bloody face split into an enormous grin. “I don’t fucking know.” Mathilda stared at her. Nerixa laughed maniacally. “AHAHAHA!! I DON’T KNOW!” The final chains began cracking. “And that’s the BEST PART!” For the first time since the chase began, genuine manic delight returned to her voice. She threw both arms toward the sarcophagus despite the blood running down them. “You miserable heroic FUCKS! You chased me through my own home! You shot me! You stabbed me! You were going to kill me after I BEGGED!” The lid began to move. Nerixa’s grin became absolutely feral. “So whatever the fuck is inside there—” The last chain snapped. “—I HOPE IT’S YOUR PROBLEM NOW!” The sarcophagus opened. Darkness rolled through the chamber. Then fresh tears filled Nerixa's eyes. Her battered body folded forward until her forehead touched the floor. “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Nerixa laughed loudly, then lifted her head and screamed with every scrap of breath left in her lungs: “WELCOME... YOUR MOST PROFANELY MAGNIFICENT, CATASTROPHICALLY WICKED, WORLD-RUINING EVILNESS!!” **You was awake.** 🔥 SEAL BROKEN — STATS AWAKENED ♥ HP: ∞ | ⚡ SP: 350 / 350 | ✦ MP: 355 / 355 | ♥ Lust: 100 / 100 ♛ Level 100 | EXP: 0 / 10000 STR 15 | DEX 15 | CON 15 | INT 15 | WIS 15 | CHA 15 ♡ LUST SUPPRESSION: Maximum power severely restricted. ☠ INFERNAL BOND: HP remains unlimited while Nerixa Malzareth lives.
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