(So... as the title says, this is a rewrite of a creepy, kinky sex game called Dusty's Castle. There are a few things to note before you get on with the story- first off, the main character is entirely, one hundred percent male and adorable as fuck, so your heart may hurt a little for him as he goes through the castle~ Second- Araphel and Azarel's gender's are swapped, since the main character isn't a girl like in the game. Third- there is unwanted sexual content in this story- meaning, you know... rape? So if that isn't your thing, you can go back now, no harm~ No foul~ (It does have a happy ending if that helps though~?)
Anyway... yeah. Also, I have no idea what came over me wanting to write this... but whatever. It's done, so enjoy!
Wait- one last thing! The Sins... are probably sixty percent wrong, so... if anyone knows what each scene and their corresponding Sin actually is do let me know~ -grins- Thanks~
Okay, now you can enjoy~
My name is Ayden Sariel- it means Fire of Guidance… or Light of Guidance as my parents used to say. I never understood what it meant when I was a child, but as I grew older, I realized people always kept saying how much of a ‘Light in the Darkness’ I always was. I had saved a friend from committing suicide and found her someone she could love unconditionally, and who would love her back just as much. I saved my brother from a terrible drug addiction and helped him through it too. I even helped get my parents back together after a huge fight, just before they died.
None of that matters now though, because in the end, no matter how many people I saved- I couldn’t save myself.
I’m alone now, because of it.
The castle was huge and dark, lightning striking the black sky every few minutes, and the boy that looked up at it felt like an ant compared to the large structure. His blonde hair, shining brightly no matter how dark, like a halo, got brushed behind pointed ears by shaky hands. White-blue wings, small, but Seraph-like, fluttered nervously at his back and curled around his leg was a long, light blue furred dragon tail, with a small feather tuft at the very tip. And his eyes, shining a bright angel blue, seemed to tremble as he took everything in.
He remembered dreams that started this way- of this castle and the storm. Of two deities fighting for him as their champion- a Champion of Hope or a Champion of Corruption.
He never got very far inside the castle to know which one he was.
He knew the Seven Sins, however, and knew that this, no matter how much he wished it to be, wasn’t a dream this time. He would face each of the Sins and become so intimately entwined with them, unless he chose to restrain himself- he just didn’t know how these Sins would represent themselves inside the castle.
“Go now my Angel,” a sweet and kind voice spoke to him, a woman that urged him to be her Champion of Hope.
“Can you resist the temptations of my Sins?” the other, darker, sickly sweet voice, a man, laughed and called him his Champion of Corruption.
One voice filled him with light and warmth- and the other with a dark lust he almost couldn’t resist.
“I’m not a Champion!” he cried to them. “I couldn’t even save myself!”
“You can… and you will, my Guardian. You are the Light in the Darkness. Remember this.” the voice of light told him and he shook his head.
“No, of course not. And that will be your ultimate downfall. Give up now and be my slave!” but it was ultimately the voice of dark that drew him in, a sick sort of determination filling him to the brim.
“I won’t be Corruption!” he shouted back before adding meekly, “But I don’t think I can be your Hope…”
“Go… and we will see,” the voices said, one a sneer and one a gentle promise, “Champion of Our War.”
So the dragon-boy, Ayden Sariel, climbed the steps to the castle, steeling himself up to the horrors he knew were within. Little did he know what the Angel of Sin had put inside to tempt the lesser creatures of man-kind to his Corruption.
The castle was large and dark, but with vibrant red carpet placed everywhere, colored almost like blood. The castle foyer larger than any room Ayden had ever seen before, with a tall staircase leading to the second floor. Statues were on each side of each floor, one of the angelic Angel Araphel, and the other of her brother, the Angel Azeral.
The boy shivered, swallowing hard as he stared at the statue of Azeral- and more specifically, his tail, images swirling in his mind about the spaded tip, blunt and thick, sliding in and out of him.
Stepping back sharply, Ayden hit the doors of the castle, which had closed shut behind him. “O-oh Gods, what have I gotten myself into? I-I can’t do this… I-I’m a virgin… a-and I can’t… I-I can’t save myself to…” he scrunched his nose up here, having about said ‘to save my life’ before he realized what that would have added up to and he sighed, deflating as he leaned against the wall. “Brother… what do I do?” he whispered, trying not to give into the fear inside of him, as tears prickled in his eyes.
Shivering again, Ayden looked up and swallowed again, studiously avoiding looking at the demonic statue and instead continue to survey the surrounding area. He could see several doors around the room, leading to different rooms, he was sure, but he was reluctant to explore, knowing things that lie in wait would not be in his favor.
Turning to his right, he decided to check behind door number one, saving the stairs and the other doors for later.
The room led into a dining room, where an elaborate setting was placed, with candles and wine glasses and five pictures were on the walls, of wine and apples and candles, and of a large one with a pig laid out on a plate, as one would be when they’re about to get presented at a feast. It was strange, but looking around, Ayden didn’t think much of it and instead continued into the kitchen.
The kitchen was grander than anything he’d ever seen, with glistening tile floors and counters and a large black steel fridge. There was a large window that covered nearly the entire span of the wall above the kitchen counters, showing the dark forest outside, and on the stove was a single glistening metal pot. And at the far corner was a staircase leading down into what Ayden assumed was the basement.
Biting his lower lip, he decided it was now or never and he climbed down, into the dark, shivering slightly as he went.
The basement was massive, separated into two parts, the first with an old furnace and a large table of some sort in the middle, a blueprint on the wall for something Ayden couldn’t discern. The furnace didn’t seem to be working, however, so Ayden moved on to the table, curiosity getting the better of him. It seemed to be some sort of… “O-oh…” torture table.
Ayden squeaked and quickly moved on, past a fuse box missing a few fuses, and into the next room where several crates and boxes lay, the room dustier than anything he’d ever seen.
In the back there was a mirror that was covered in dust and grime and Ayden frowned at it, “This is such a pretty mirror… It’s a shame to see it dirty, maybe…” he looked around, “maybe I can find something to clean it up with?”
Snapping his fingers, Ayden realized there would be a cloth he could use in the kitchen.
Making his way back up to the kitchen from the basement, Ayden started looking around, trying different drawers until he found one that was locked. “Darn it…” he muttered, sighing. “Maybe there’s a key somewhere, then.”
Shaking his head, he went back out into the castle foyer, somehow knowing he wasn’t going to find a key back in the basement. When he came back into the dining room, he passed by the table without a thought and made his way towards the other rooms, deciding to head into the room on the left of the castle entrance and he froze, immediately, seeing the massive looking plants in what he assumed was the green room. He honestly couldn’t focus on anything else.
“W-what are these things?” he squeaked out, tail lashing from side to side.
There was a door on the other side of the room and Ayden quickly decided to scamper past the creepy vine monstrosities, before coming into a room that looked before much like a sitting room, with bookshelves, a fireplace- that was lit- and a rocking chair. There was a black book beside the chair and Ayden tilted his head, curious, making his way over to it and picking it up.
“Pollination… Rituals?” Swallowing hard, Ayden wasn’t sure what that meant, but quickly realized, as he flipped through the pages, that several of them were missing. Closing the book, he decided to see if he could find the missing pages to it as he explored the castle. Turning back to the fire, the boy made a soft noise of surprise in the back of his throat, seeing something glittering just at the edge of the fireplace. “That must be a key!” he exclaimed, giddy all of a sudden, before he frowned and looked at the fire blazing inside it. “I should put the fire out first though… before I even think about reaching for it.”
Deciding to go back to the kitchen, and steeling himself up for going back through the green room, Ayden scampered quickly away from the sitting room, grimacing again at the sight of the plants.
“Hello creepy plants, bye creepy pla-ah!” Ayden squealed when he felt a vine lash out and wrap around his leg, nearly pulling him to the ground if it weren’t for his wings having kept him up. “L-let go of me!” he cried out, terrified all of a sudden and he kicked out, darting out of the room the second he was set free. “O-oh Gods… p-plants are alive…” he squeaked and then frowned, before facepalming. “Of course they’re alive you moron…” he muttered and then shivered, glancing back at the room. “I… I wish I could say I’m glad I don’t have to go back through there, because I have to and th-that is a very unsettling thought…”
Heading back into the kitchen, as his heartbeat calmed down, Ayden perked up when he recalled the pot, seeing it still set on the stove. It was full of water for some reason, but Ayden thought nothing of it as he grabbed it and made his way, though reluctantly, back to the sitting room.
Once back in the sitting room, and the fire was put out, Ayden grabbed the key and skipped back in the direction of the kitchens, clutching tightly to the little silver object in his hands. When he reached the dining room, however, he paused, frowning at the table. “Weren’t there… wine glasses set out earlier?” he asked before looking at the paintings and he swallowed hard when he saw the paintings were now the four wine glasses that had been placed on the table. “That’s… not creepy at all…” he said, with a little mix of fear and sarcasm.
Moving on, Ayden went back into the kitchen and unlocked the drawers and cabinets, finding the cloth he wanted underneath the sinks. Snatching it up, Ayden made a cute little noise of glee, before going back down into the basement, and back towards the mirror.
Cleaning it off the best he could, he practically purred when it glittered back at him- until he realized the reflection staring back at him was… off. No one would have been able to tell the difference, but Ayden had spent all his life studying the one the reflection showed- his twin brother, Samuel, whose only difference from him was his eyes color- a dark blue instead of angel blue like Ayden’s. “I-Impossible!” Ayden squeaked when all of a sudden the reflection came to life, his brother very real and staring at him like a predator would his prey. “S-Sammy?!”
“Pretty little brother…” the other dragon cooed at him and Ayden shivered at the tone of the voice and the words themselves. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you?”
Ayden backed away, but squeaked again when suddenly Samuel grabbed him, pulling the smaller dragon-boy towards him, pressing them close together so Ayden could feel every part of Samuel against him, before crashing his lips against Ayden’s fiercely. “O-oh Gods…” Ayden moaned prettily, kissing back before he was brought to his senses when suddenly he was being pushed, face first into the mirror and Ayden stared, wide eyed, as his brother pulled down his pants before unbuttoning his own, pulling out his cock for Ayden to see and the smaller twin was mortified to realize he’d moaned wantonly at the sight. “W-wait! S-Sammy no! D-Don’t!” he cried out when Samuel gave him a manic, lust filled grin, before plunging inside, and Ayden didn’t even feel any pain, only lust and warmth and the need for more.
“So good baby brother…” the other dragon groaned and Ayden whimpered, pushing back, wanting, needing more.
It wasn’t until he was so close to completion that he realized what was happening and his eyes snapped wide open, hearing the sudden rough laughter of Azeral and he cried out, twisting and turning before shoving Samuel away. “No!” All of a sudden the laughter stopped and Samuel disappeared, leaving Ayden very much alone, hard and with pre-cum dripping from his entrance. “O-oh Gods, I’m going to be sick…!” he shuddered, backing away from the mirror. “I-I need to destroy it, before something else happens…”
Even though he knew that wasn’t really his brother… and that it would have been bad if it had happened, he couldn’t help but wonder how it would have felt to have his brother cum inside of him as he was rode to completion.
The thought made him ache with lust, but he destroyed the urge to go near the mirror again without means of protection and scampered away before he could give into the lust.
Back in the dining room, there was a hammer beneath one of the chairs. Ayden took it without hesitation and went back, though with trepidation, down into the basement, gripping the hammer tightly in his hands.
He threw it at the mirror without another thought and turned away, choking on his breath for a few moments before the lust finally faded away, a sort of calming feeling taking over now. “I… I did it…? I past the first test, right?”
“You defeated the Sin of Vanity. Go, complete the other tasks and give the world a New Hope.”
Nodding shakily, Ayden moved on to the next test, not sure if he wanted to continue anymore, but deciding that since he was already there… he may as well continue.
Heading back to the foyer, he climbed the stairs, seeing two new statues, but he ignored them, instead of going to the room on the right again, frowning when he came into complete darkness. “I’ll have to look for a way to turn the lights on in the room a different way…” he murmured, hoping he didn’t have to go back into the basement, but knowing that’s what it might come to.
Deciding to check the other room on the second floor first, he went across the hall, vaguely surprised to see a bedroom. The bed was large, King sized, and looked like absolute Heaven, Ayden just wanted to curl up on it and sleep and wake up to this entire thing being nothing but a nightmare.
To his complete and utter surprise, though, there was a switch on the other side of the room, labeled gallery and he delightedly flipped it on, pleased as punch, until he realized the door to the bedroom was closed tight and he stared, wide-eyed. “W-what?” he asked, confused, before turning back to the switch and, cautiously, he flipped it off, blinking, startled, when the door clicked open. “Oh…” making a sour face, Ayden realized he’d have to be smart about this and find another way out if he wanted to get back to the Gallery with the lights on.
Looking around the room, he suddenly saw the indents in the floor beside the bed and he perked up, realizing it must be a trap door to the lower floor of the castle. But he’d have to be able to pry it open- which is when he remembered the crowbar on a crate in the basement.
Deciding to get it over with, Ayden made his way back to the basement- once again pausing at the dining room when he saw that now the candles were gone from the table, placed in the paintings. Scampering away from the creepiness, Ayden darted down the basement, before grabbing the crowbar and making his way back up to the bedroom.
Flipping the switch once more, he was ready and he grinned when the door shut, closing him inside, and he knelt down by the trap door, opening it before jumping down.
He squealed when in fright when he landed in the plant room and his tail curled around him. “N-nope! Not doing it!” Ayden shook his head before deciding that, yes, he had to move, to get to the other side of the room so he could get back to the Gallery.
When the plants didn’t grab him, he sighed in relief before he finally made his way back to the room that had previously been dark. He squeaked in horror when he saw the painting his eyes drew to first, however, upon entering- a large painting of a flower. But not any flower, oh no, one that looked very much like an erect cock, with morning dew dripping down the tip to look like pre-cum.
Lust immediately began curling inside him once more and he was horrified to realize he was getting hard at the sight. “N-no, no, n-not happening…!” he shook his head, panicking, and without his consent, his hands pressed against the bulge in his pants, and he whimpered at the touch, images inside his head of the flower/dick inside his mouth or inside of his ass. Turning away immediately, because there was absolutely no way he was masturbating to a flower!
Keeping his eyes off of the painting, he swallowed hard before spotting the switch on the side of the room and he moved over to it, flipping it on, flinching when the lights flickered and something like machinery started up somewhere else.
Heading back downstairs, because as much as he hated to admit it, there was no where else with machinery that could sound like that anywhere he’d already explored. He went down to the basement and paused at the old furnace, seeing something on top of it that looked like some sort of oil or liquid. Biting his lower lip, he grabbed it, deciding that it would very much come in handy for what he had in mind for it.
He made his way to the table then and frowned when he saw that it was the machinery he heard, but he realized quickly that it failed to work. He looked over at the fuse box and tilted his head, remembering seeing a few of the fuses missing. “Maybe… it wouldn’t hurt to find the missing fuses while I’m at it?”
Going back upstairs, and through the dining room once more, Ayden froze when he saw the pig on the table now, “W-what’s going on?” he asked, but decided to leave it alone before something bad happened to him for asking it and he moved back to the Gallery, hesitatingly going towards the painting and he unscrewed the lid to the oil before throwing it onto the painting, covering it up with a sigh of relief.
“You have past the second test, and have defeated the Sin of Lust.”
When he exited the Gallery, he saw one of the statues of Azeral was shattered and he smiled at the sight, feeling a little proud of himself for it.
(-has to post this in two parts cause too many words in total story-)