It's been a while, hasn't it? Let's start from the top. You are Kyle Mercer. 23 years deep into a life of suffering. Though, you gotta admit it is far better to give than to receive.It's reductive to say you "hear" voices. Truth is, you don't hear shit. You feel it, and it feels good, don't it?
Nemesis Quest follows someone you should not idolize. Demons are real and closer than you'd think. You should know.Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=NEMESIS+QuestI aim to update on weekdays around 4:00 PM UTC. I will update more often if there's a clear consensus or I have the time.XXXPOWERS>What Doesn't Kill You (Sally)Serious wounds don't stop you.>Make Them Disappear (Mall Hobo)You leave no forensics.>Behind the Veil (Lasker City Hooker)See the Veil.>You Should be Dancing (Rupert)The power of suggestion.>Speak of the Devil (Valerie Hedgepeth)Appear where they least expect.>Make them forget (Valerie's Daughter)You are hard to identify.>The Sacred Form (Nathan Harper)A transformation, powerful and deadly. Needs to be fed.
So, what have we missed? Well, let's say a couple months. You've fallen into a steady routine, building a cult, carrying out the will of your patron deity, sometimes two. The Lake Cult and the Woods Cult stand at odds, with you stretched between them like the saliva connecting your sister's lips to you."Are you close yet?" Candi asks from your lap, annoyed, breathing hard."Almost," you say.She sighs and puts her head back down. That's better.Right now you're in one of your favorite places—the driver's seat of your black AMC Eagle—doing one of your favorite things—spending time with your sister, Candi Mercer. And, cherry on top, you're looking at a house. The house of a dead man.Jeff's house.You grunt in satisfaction which is only partly thanks to your sister's skilled efforts. You've been waiting for this moment a long time. It's time to bring a little retribution to Chip's friends, the assholes who made your life such a nightmare in high school. Jeff is first, the weak link, he one you think will be missed the least. The one with a foot already in the grave.His house is quiet, unassuming, one of a hundred like it in the outer suburbs of Roselake. He lives alone and the street lamps only show his car here.You tense up, eyes closing. You tighten your grip on Candi's hair. She knows all the signs and redoubles her efforts. She likes feeling powerful, and you suppose this is one way she can do that. As always, you try not to think about where the hell she learned to do this so well. A wave of pleasure washes over you as you clench your teeth. For a moment your mind is pleasantly blank, free of joys, concerns, and cravings. But only for a moment.Candi sits up in the passenger seat. She doesn't even cough, just wipes her lips off on the back of her hand. She doesn't exactly look happy, more… satisfied. Her shortish blonde hair is tied back in pig tails which go uncomfortably well with the red, hell-themed cheerleader costume she wears. It's become a tradition now, a tradition you're happy to force her to continue.Candi catches you looking at her and flashes you a drop dead look. "You wanna kiss me now, Kyle?" She puckers up and leans in.You do not. You put your palm on her face and push her away. Kissing is something she's finally started doing with you. Still not sure how you feel about that. You keep your attention on Jeff's house, now waiting for strength to return to your legs, your breathing to return to normal."I want to swallow some this time," Candi says, voice low."You just did.""Blood you pervert," she retorts. "I want to swallow some blood."
You're not sure where this unnatural craving your sister has came from exactly. In your case, blood is your bread and butter so to speak. It's your beer, wine, champagne, and water all rolled in one. You need it. We both need it. For Candi it seems more like a hobby."We'll see," you say, but you want that too. You two are so much alike that way. What a cute couple.Candi folds her arms, grunting disapproval. "I didn't have to do that just now," she shoots back."It was very nice of you."Candi looks even more annoyed. Doesn't matter, because it's time to go now. "Now," you say, getting out of the car. It's time to kill.Your sister follows instantly, closing the door much harder than you do. You wince at the reverberating bang of the door slamming. The sharp look you give her is chastisement enough. For now.The street is deserted, dark. You see no cameras, nothing which might complicate this. Still, no point taking chances. You move up the driveway, keeping as much as you can to the shadows. The side door of the house is unlocked. You push it open and step inside, blood rushing in your ears. People are so trusting. Jeff's house. His kitchen. Dark. Dirty. You see a handful of plastic bags dusted with an off-white powder. Some empty, some a little less empty. Fentanyl. Looks like the pusher became a user. Classic mistake. You hear a TV playing deeper in the house and press on. Your heart thunders, blood racing excitedly. You look back at your sister. Seeing her wide, doey eyes in the dark and that goddam uniform doesn't help anything. You move deeper into the house, automatically drawing your bootknife. It's the length of your forearm.>Overdose him, make it look like an accident>Carve him up, pay him back>Let your sister do it>Write in
Fulfilling a sacred oath I made at the start of the quest.https://rentry.co/ks5hdfh2Is it a date if it's with your sister? I think we both know the answer to that.
>>6311748Ayyy welcome back Nemesis my dude>>Overdose him, make it look like an accidentCarefully cut open one of the bags and we'll give him his last chance to catch that dragon.Hmmm then I guess a syringe to draw some blood without it looking very obvious that someone else took a bite or cut him open would be perfect. Though maybe we could make it look like he bit off his own tongue in the overdose, if Kyle doesn't mind sucking on this dude's torn up tongue lol. Then from Kyle's mouth to Candi.>>6311749Promise fulfilled, nice.
>>6311748>Overdose him, make it look like an accidentAs much as Kyle wants to bathe in this guy's blood, causing him to OD would be best.>>6311749Gracias, Annie smut when? I am a selfish anon
>>6311748>>Overdose him, make it look like an accident
>>6311748We're so back>Let your sister do it
>6311801>6311822>6311863>OverdoseWriting>>6311801>welcome back>>6311930>We're so backLike we never even left. Thanks for waiting, anons.>>6311801>Then from Kyle's mouth to CandiIt's like you don't want to see your sister tonguing a sworn enemy.>>6311822>annie smutWhen the time is right, my friend. I will uphold my vow.
Over the thunder of your own heartbeat you hear the sounds of a TV deeper in this suburban flophouse. You press a finger to your lips, gesturing your sister to silence. She nods. You carefully pick up a plastic grocery bag and shake a few baggies of fent into it and then twist it close, rattling it around, coating it with dust.Candi watches curiously, but she'll find out.You find Jeff in the living room. He's slumped on the couch, Friends is playing on the TV. Re-runs. You open the grocery bag, taking a handle in each hand and approach him quietly, not blinking, barely breathing.The TV suddenly cuts to static and then a dead, blue screen and a monotone as the signal goes out.Jeff's eyes open and meet yours. There's a heartbeat of tense silence and then realization dawns on him. Good.You smile as you slip the fent-dust filled bag over his head and pull it tight around his neck.He sucks in a panicked, fentanyl-laced breath and then the plastic goes taut over his mouth and nose. He's struggling, but he's dazed, off guard. Grunting, you wrestle him off the couch and onto his knees, maneuvering yourself so you're behind him, suffocating him with the fentbag. Each half-breath he desperately pulls in poisons his body.His hands claws at you, the familiar burn of animal instinct, someone dying who wants so desperately to live. Sucks to suck. You squeeze tight, muscles bulging, jaw clenched tight.Candi watches, wide-eyed. She bits her bottom lip, teeth pressed to plush flesh. That should be your teeth. "Fuck," she whispers.Now is not the time to get distracted. You squeeze tighter again as he starts to seize, convulsing and choking. Finally you judge that he's had enough and let go.Jeff slumps forward, still alive, though not for much longer. He pulls the bag off his head with shaking hands, looks at you blankly and then throws up across his coffee table."Shit," you stay, standing up and stepping back as he heaves again, gasping and coughing hard."Are you going to kill him or what?" Candi asks like she wants you to deal with a mouse."He's dead," you assure her, watching him crawl a short distance. "Isn't that right, Jeff?" You laugh.He looks back at you, eyes hazy. He gawps at you. You wonder if he has any inkling about why this is happening. You wonder if he realizes the chain of his lift led to this last, pitiful moment. He collapses on the carpet, lets out a shuddering breath and starts seizing again. A goner.You ball up the grocery bag and go back to the kitchen. Candi trails you like a lost kitten.After a little hunting around through his paraphernalia you find a syringe. This one has clear fluid in it. Probably something he shouldn't have right now.
"Kyle? What are you—"You brush past Candi, return to Jeff, and take his wrist to carefully insert the needle into his arm, aiming for a cord-like vein. You stab and inject slow, feeding the poison into his already dying body. His heart dutifully pumps it through his veins. You wait a couple heartbeats and then draw the plunger back out, sucking blood out of him. Ruby, bright, warm.Candi watches breathless as you pull the needle out. With a little deft finger work, you unscrew the sharp part, leaving just the plunger full of blood. Then, you look at your sister expectantly.She stares at you, then slowly sinks to her knees, cupping her hands under her chin, mouth open, tongue out. Oh, she wants it really bad.You take her by the chin, holding her steady, and squirt Jeff's blood into her waiting mouth.It rolls across her spooned tongue. You see her wince a little at the taste, but she doesn't pull away. You empty the syringe into your sister's mouth and watch her swallow it all down. Very very interesting stuff."Mmmmh," she makes a face and wipes at her lips while you return the needle to the syringe and drop it close to Jeff's shivering body."Good?" You ask."I want more," she says. "That was just like a little squirt.""Since when are you so into blood?" you ask."Since when are *you*?" she returns. Stupid question. Obvious answer. "Well that's all I'm taking. Anything else would look suspicious as fuck.Candi folds her arms over her chest and makes a face. "You're no fun. I thought I was going to ax him up or something! I thought we were going to make this a whole thing."You consider offering to make "a thing" with her blood, but you're not ready for that yet and Candi probably won't ever be. Too bad.>We'll go kill someone else. Just for you>You'll have to take what you can get. The heat is on us no thanks to you.>Write in
>>6312124>We'll go kill someone else. Just for youIf we go kill someone else violently it makes this kill look more like an accident
>>6312124>>You'll have to take what you can get. The heat is on us no thanks to you.
>>6312124>You'll have to take what you can get. The heat is on us no thanks to you.
>>6312124>We'll go kill someone else. Just for youUse the Sacred Form and it's just a wild animal attack. I wonder if we can get more skilled at the Sacred Form could we do partial transformations that don't take such a heavy toll. Claws when we need it, a bit more strength, seeing in the dark a bit better etc.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IsH1mMncS44Thread-appropriate pic, and music I think?>>6312124>"To everything there is a season sister" you say sagely
>>6312326>>6312421>>6312477Writing>>6312548Very appropriate. I think Annie's had a similar experience.
"Yeah well, you'll have to take what you can get," you say, taking a final look around the room, making sure you didn't miss anything. Oh, you almost missed Jeff's last breaths. And… there. Now he's dead, clinically speaking. Euphoria washes over you in an awesome wave."Asshole," Candi mutters, following you back into the kitchen. At first you think she means Jeff, who she also has a personal beef with. Takes you a moment to realize she's still talking to you."You gotta be patient," you say, unbothered. "There's a time and place for everything.""Yeah? Except for you. Kyle *always* gets what he wants, doesn't he? Bloodshed or blowjobs." she snarks at you, stepping over Jeff's dead body without a second look. "I wouldn't have come if I'd known what a waste of time this was going to be."You grind your teeth. She's really trying to kill your buzz. "Maybe we could afford to have more fun," you say, "if you didn't bring the heat down on us."Candi makes a strangles sound of frustration. "Wh-I didn't *ask* to get fucking stalked, dick!""Well you sure as shit didn't do a lot to prevent it.""Ugh!" Candi blurts, aggravated. "You are such a—""Shut up a second," you say, silencing her with a raised hand. You check that the coast is clear outside and then open the door, gesturing your sister through. It feels good. No, not watching Candi's butt, I mean Jeff being dead. Feels good. Really good. So good in fact that you're barely listening to your sister rant about how unfair it is that her breath smells like cum or whatever.Chip's now short a guy, forever. Someone finally got their comeuppance, and there's no possible way to trace it back to you. Of course, you *also* got blueballed on the kill so to speak. You and I really could have had a lot of fun with him. Let's make sure the next one is more special. I'm sure Candi would like that too."Next time," you say, interrupting her impotent rant as you both get into the Eagle."Promise?" She narrows her eyes at you dubiously.The Eagle starts with a hungry growl. "Promise."Candi props her sneakers up on the dash, exposing smooth, inviting legs. "You'd better not cross me again. You're not the only one who's dangerous." There's an edge to her tone. She's right, of course. Improbably, Candi Mercer is a White Trash Witch who can scorch your soul on a whim. Only, she would never do that to her brother. Probably.You reach over, driving one handed, to rest a hand on her thigh. "Chill."She shuts up. Either out of fear or excitement. What's the difference, really?You rub her leg and weave through the dark streets of Roselake, finally leaving them for the black country where you really put the hammer down. The Eagle's growl becomes a low roar and you rocket through the night.
"And it's not my fault that dude found out where I live!""You're still going on about that?" you ask, rolling your eyes. You take your hand back. "You can't be so fucking careless. Not anymore.""Or maybe my brother needs to do a better job of protecting me!" Candi retorts.You sigh. Some days you really could kill her.Anyway, things aren't all bad. You've made quite a bit of progress since you freed an an ancient Goddess from her forest prison and got her on your good side. You've got the beginnings of a cult. Between the dudes who simp for your slut sister on the internet and the handful of outcasts and weirdos you've brought in, you're doing pretty good. We'll get more into that later though, I'm sure."Is Virginia still being weird?" you ask, changing topics."I think it's kind of cute actually," Candi replies. "Plus when the fuck was the last time she was normal? The fucking 1960s?"Probably. She's still being extra weird now.Virginia Bonnie Stevenson is the human name of the Vessel of the Antlered God–the Thing in the Woods–which is the source of your sister's power. She's also your roommate. You freed her from her cage and she's been crashing on your couch ever since. Last time she walked free on this earth Disco was king and lapels were wide. Now she's sort of catching up to speed. It's been… interesting to see someone speed run pop culture.You pull into the driveway of home. Home, of course, is a run down half-abandoned farm in the Pines. You park the car and shut it off. "Remember," Candi says pointedly. "You made a promise. I. Want. Blood." She gets out and closes the door. Her skirt swishes as she hops up the steps to go inside, but you're not really paying attention. The look of confused fear on Jeff's face is playing on repeat in your mind. Finally you get out of the car.As you approach the house you hear the thudding beat of a 4/4 drum. Dance music. Virginia's music, though it's not disco. You hesitate on the porch, thinking about the dances you shared with her, that twilight otherworld where she's some kind of Faye Disco Queen. You think about the electric kiss you shared. It's a lot for a normal person to process. But you're not a normal person.
Still, there's something nagging at you. Something Virginia said after the kiss.*I like you, Kyle. Get it?*She's far from human. Farther even than you. Truthfully, you're not really sure she feels things the same way other people do, but you're certain that she *does* feel. You've seen her get mad, you've seen her cry, you've seen happier than any person you've ever known.*Let's just tuck this one in our hat for now. Don't want you rushin into something you can't exactly get out of. I'll just let you have that kiss for free, and you be thinkin if that's how you want things to be.*You've kissed three women since returning home. One was under duress so you're not sure that counts. The other was your sister, which definitely counts. Last was Virginia. Maybe that was the heat of the moment, maybe that was a coldly calculated choice to get on her good side. Or maybe not.It will make things complicated, especially with your sister, but you need to at least be honest with yourself. So, big guy, is that how you want things to be with her?>There's something between me and Virginia.>That was a one time thing. It's not like that between us.>Write in
>>6312597I wasn't in favour of that gas station situation but since it happened:>There's something between me and Virginia.Full greed, like Candi said: "Kyle *always* gets what he wants, doesn't he? Bloodshed or blowjobs." If he can take it, he will.
>>6312597>>That was a one time thing. It's not like that between us.
>>6312597>There's something between me and Virginia
>>6312597Tempting very tempting. >That was a one time thing. It's not like that between us.Its the two snakes devouring each other not the three.
>>6312597>There's something between me and Virginia.>>6312677time for a new tattoo
>There's something between me and Virginia.>6312623>6312655>6312785>That was a one time thing. It's not like that between us.>6312639>6312677>6312805Writing
>>6312920Witnessed.Give me a bit to figure out how I want to handle this.
You really are fucked up about this, huh? I'd say you're "of two minds" but that just feels a tad too on the nose. Ha. Ha. So, how do you want things to be?Like Candi said, you *always* get what you want, and let's be honest, you want it all. Besides, it's not like what you have with Virginia invalidates what you have with your sister, right? Holy fucking shit, do you even listen to the things that go through your head? You really are fucked up, man.Needless to say, you don't need this right now. You clench your jaw and follow your sister into the house. As if you don't have enough shit going on in your life, now you gotta have a fucking love triangle between you, your patron deity, and your fucking sister. Where did it all go wrong for you? Maybe what you need is more time. Maybe this is one of those problems that will solve itself.You catch a flash of red at the top of the stairs, Candi going into her room—the source of the pounding music. You proceed upstairs with a small degree of apprehension. After all when is change ever good?"Hey, Boogie Man!" Virginia calls excitedly. She's sitting on the bed grinning at you, cigarette in hand, basking in the tunes. Candi pomfs down beside her, looking decidedly neutral about her Goddesses' aesthetic metamorphosis even though it's largely her fault.Virginia's glasses are the same as always, rose-tinted circle frames that cover half her face. They flash in the pink neon accent lights of Candi's room. They're about one of the only things that are the same for her. Candi's been helping her find new music."It's called Future Funk!" Virginia says. "Ain't it far out?" Her canines seem to be permanently enhanced, almost fang-like. She looks kind of like she did in the dream world only without the antlers, hooves, or halo.For now.Suffice to say, after half a century of stagnation, Virginia is changing fast.In the time since you freed her and reconnected her with civilization Virginia has abandoned the 1970s almost completely. Now, instead of her usual disco chic/hippie attire she now wears a tight, form fitting turquoise dress of a shimmering, holographic fabric. It comes down to midthigh and looks like Y2K threw up on it. It's dotted with Windows 95 logos and splashing, low rez 3D dolphins. Far Out. You have to wonder how much Virginia really understands the aesthetic. Then again, how much does anyone really understand it?
She went through a few phases, focusing on dance music in particular. A month ago it was Crystal Castles and Machine Girl. Now it's Android Apartment, Saint Pepsi, and Strawberry Station. It shouldn't really be a surprise that this appeals to her. This Vaporwave/Future Funk stuff is timeless, nostalgic, 4/4 drum beats and catchy vocal hooks. It's a lot like Disco but all killer, no filler.Virginia notes you staring and stands up, twirling in place with a youthful vigor that belies her true age. "Candi said I needed to get with the times! Well, what do you think? Like it?">I liked the old look more>You do you.>I like it. It's very "you">Write in
