This is my first go at a VSW story though it isn't really that violent. Might not be the most exciting one that I've done but I tend to be my own worst critic at times.
Alright! Here we go!
Shrink Souls
Lydia stood on the weathered dock; her eyes fixed on the island rising up from the horizon. The salty sea air whipped her dark hair into a frenzy as she gazed out at the lush green forests and crumbling ruins that dotted the island's surface. She had heard the rumors, of course - everyone in the trade had. The island was said to be cursed, home to ancient artifacts and relics that held the power to grant unimaginable power or unleash unholy terror.
But Lydia wasn't one to believe in rumors. She was a sellsword, a warrior for hire, and while she had the skills, most of the mainland disregarded her for one reason: She was a woman in the business of mighty men.
At 5'5", she was fairly attractive and lean, with a wiry physique that belied her deadly skills with a sword. She had been chasing information about an artifact from the island, one that was said to grant immense power to its wielder. She had been warned that the island was very dangerous, even to more powerful warriors than herself.
With that kind of power the artifact holds, I'll make them respect me. All of the mainland will! Lydia thought in her head as she scanned the island ahead of her.
As she waited for the boat to take her to the island, Lydia felt a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. This was what she lived for - the rush of battle, the thrill of the unknown, and the promise of wealth and glory. She had no idea what lay ahead, but she was ready for whatever the island threw her way.
The boat arrived, and Lydia stepped aboard, her sword at her side. The journey to the island was short, and soon she was standing on the sandy beach, the island's dense forests looming before her. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her sword and the thrill of adventure, and set off towards the ruin that was said to hold the artifact.
As she walked, the trees seemed to close in around her, casting deep shadows that made it difficult to see. Lydia drew her sword, the familiar weight of it comforting the eerie silence. She had been warned that the island was full of traps and dangers, but she was undaunted. She was a sellsword, and this was what she did.
After a few hours of walking, Lydia came across a clearing, and in the center of it stood the ruin. It was an ancient structure, overgrown with vines and moss, with an entrance that was guarded by a totem - 6 stacked skulls, each with flowing eyes that seemed to stare into her very soul. Lydia felt a shiver run down her spine as she approached the totem, but she steeled herself and reached out to activate it.
The skulls began to glow with an otherworldly energy, and Lydia felt a surge of power run through her. She stepped forward, into the ruin, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
As Lydia stepped into the ruins, she was immediately struck by the air of decay and neglect that filled the space. The walls were cracked and worn, the stones covered in a thick layer of dust and vines. The air was musty and filled with the scent of rot and decay.
Despite the initial impression of abandonment, Lydia's trained eyes picked out the subtle signs of traps and dangers that lay hidden throughout the ruin. She navigated the twisting corridors and chambers with caution, her sword at the ready.
The ruin was a maze of narrow passages and hidden rooms, and Lydia had to use all her skills and experience to avoid the deadly traps that lay in wait. She dodged poison darts and spiked walls, using her agility and quick reflexes to avoid the dangers that threatened to strike her down at every turn.
As she delved deeper into the ruin, the traps became increasingly sophisticated and deadly. Lydia found herself facing a series of pressure plates that triggered massive stone blocks to fall from the ceiling, and she had to use her knowledge of the ruin's architecture to navigate the treacherous path ahead.
Despite the challenges, Lydia pressed on, driven by her determination to claim the artifact and unlock its secrets. She was a sellsword, and this was what she did - she faced danger head-on, and she never backed down from a challenge.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of navigating the twisting corridors and avoiding the deadly traps, Lydia came to a large stone door adorned with intricate carvings and symbols. The door was covered in a thick layer of dust, and it looked like it hadn't been opened in years.
Lydia examined the door carefully, searching for any hidden traps or mechanisms that might have triggered when she opened it. After a few moments, she found a small indentation in the shape of a skull, and she realized that the totem outside must have been a key to unlocking the door.
With a sense of trepidation, Lydia reached out and pressed the skull-shaped indentation. The door creaked open, revealing a large chamber beyond. And in the center of the chamber, standing on a pedestal of black stone, was a figure that made Lydia's heart skip a beat.
It was a woman, tall and statuesque, with skin like alabaster and hair like black silk. Her green eyes gleamed with an otherworldly energy, and her presence seemed to fill the room with an aura of power and danger. Lydia recognized her immediately - it was Amara, the Demoness, and she was known throughout the land as a deadly and beautiful creature.
Amara's eyes locked onto Lydia, and she smiled, her lips curling up in a cruel and seductive smile. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice like honey and smoke. "Look what we have here. A little sellsword, come to claim the artifact and unlock its secrets. I must say, I'm impressed. You're the first to make it this far."
Lydia drew her sword, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she was in for the fight of her life, and she steeled herself for the battle ahead. "I'm not here to make friends." she said, her voice firm and steady. "I'm here to claim the artifact, and I won't let anyone stand in my way."
Amara laughed, the sound was like music and madness. "Oh, I'm shaking with fear." she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "But let's see how you do against me, little sellsword. Let's see if you're worthy of the artifact's power."
And with that, the battle began. Lydia charged forward, her sword flashing in the dim light of the chamber. Amara met her with a smile, her own sword appearing in her hand like magic. The two women clashed, their blades ringing out as they danced and fought across the chamber.
Lydia was a skilled warrior, but Amara was a Demoness, and she had powers that went beyond the mundane. She could manipulate the shadows, summoning dark tendrils to bind and disorient her opponents. She could also control the desires of those around her, making them see and believe whatever she wanted.
Despite these advantages, Lydia held her own, using her agility and quick reflexes to dodge Amara's attacks and strike back with her sword. The battle raged on, the two women exchanging blows and neither gaining the upper hand.
But as the fight wore on, Lydia began to tire. Amara's powers were taking their toll, and Lydia found herself becoming increasingly disoriented and confused. She stumbled and staggered, her sword strikes becoming wild and uncontrolled.
Amara saw her chance and took it, striking Lydia with a blow that sent her crashing to the floor. As Lydia struggled to get back to her feet, Amara stood over her, her sword raised for the killing blow.
And then, just as all seemed lost, Amara spoke, her voice low and husky. "You're a worthy opponent, little sellsword." she said. "But you're not worthy of the artifact's power. Not yet at least."
With that, Amara reached out and placed her hand on Lydia's forehead. Lydia felt a surge of energy flow through her, and she knew that she was being cursed. She tried to struggle and fight back, but it was too late. The curse had been placed, and Lydia felt herself being pulled back, away from the ruin and the artifact.
As she stumbled backward, Lydia saw Amara's face, her eyes gleaming with triumph and amusement. And then, everything went black.
When Lydia came to, she found herself standing in front of the totem, the 6 stacked skulls with flowing eyes staring back at her looking slightly taller than it was before. She was confused and disoriented, and she didn't know what had happened. But as she looked down at herself, she realized that something was wrong. She was shorter, somehow, and she didn't know why.
It wasn't until she looked down at her feet that she saw the truth. She was now only 5'2" tall, having lost 3 inches in height. And as she stumbled backward, away from the totem, Lydia realized that she had been cursed, each time losing a little more of herself if she were to perish.
Lydia stood in front of the totem, her mind reeling from the curse that had been placed upon her. She was now 5'2" tall, a full 3 inches shorter than she had been before. She felt a wave of despair wash over her, but she pushed it aside. She was a sellsword, and she didn't give up easily.
With a determined look on her face, Lydia set off towards the ruin once again. She knew that the battle ahead would be difficult, but she was ready for it. As she approached the entrance to the ruin, she felt a sense of trepidation. She knew that Amara was waiting for her, and she was determined to make her pay for the curse that had been placed upon her.
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As she entered the ruin, Lydia navigated the twisting corridors and chambers with ease. She had been here before, and she knew the layout of the ruin like the back of her hand. She made her way to the chamber where she had faced Amara before, and she was not surprised to see the Demoness waiting for her.
Amara smiled as Lydia approached, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, well, well." she said. "Look what we have here. The little sellsword is back, and she even looks shorter than before."
Lydia drew her sword, her face set in a determined expression. "I'm not here to chat." she said. "I'm here to kill you and claim the artifact."
Amara laughed, the sound was like music and madness. "Oh, I'm shaking with fear." she said again. "But let's see how you do against me this time. You're a bit shorter than before, aren't you?"
Lydia charged forward, her sword flashing in the dim light of the chamber. Amara met her with a smile, her own sword appearing in her hand like magic. The two women clashed, their blades ringing out as they danced and fought across the chamber.
But this time, the battle was different. Lydia's shorter stature made it more difficult for her to reach Amara, and the Demoness took advantage of this. She used her longer reach to strike at Lydia from a distance, her sword slicing through the air with deadly precision.
Lydia dodged and weaved, using her agility and quick reflexes to avoid Amara's attacks. But she knew that she couldn't keep this up for much longer. She was tiring, and Amara was getting stronger.
As the battle raged on, Amara began to use her powers to manipulate the environment. She summoned a storm of debris, sending rocks and dust flying through the air. Lydia stumbled and staggered; her visibility was reduced to almost zero.
And then, in the midst of the chaos, Amara struck. She used her sword to slash at Lydia's ankles, cutting her tendons and sending her crashing to the floor. Lydia tried to get up, but she couldn't. She was trapped, unable to move or escape.
Amara stood over her, her sword raised for the killing blow. But this time, she didn't use her sword to kill Lydia. Instead, she used her powers to summon a massive boulder, which came crashing down on top of Lydia.
Lydia felt her body being crushed beneath the weight of the boulder, her bones snapping and her organs rupturing. She knew that she was dead, and she felt her consciousness fading away.
As she died, Lydia felt herself being pulled back to the totem, the curse of the Demoness still active. She knew that she would be reborn, but she also knew that she would be shorter than before. The thought filled her with a sense of dread, and she wondered how much more of this she could take.
When Lydia came to, she found herself standing in front of the totem, her body reborn and rejuvenated. But she was now only 4'11" tall, having lost another 3 inches in height. She looked down at herself, feeling a sense of despair wash over her. She was trapped in this cycle of death and rebirth, and she didn't know how to escape.
But despite her fears, Lydia steeled herself and set off towards the ruin once again. She was determined to kill Amara and claim the artifact, no matter how many times she had to die to do it. The battle ahead would be difficult, but Lydia was ready for it. She was a sellsword, and she would not be defeated.
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Lydia stood in front of the ruins, her mind racing with thoughts of how to defeat Amara. She had tried a direct approach before, but that had ended in disaster. This time, she decided to change her strategy.
Instead of charging in headfirst, Lydia decided to use stealth and cunning to outmaneuver Amara. She snuck into the ruin, using the shadows to conceal herself as she made her way deeper into the complex.
As she moved through the corridors, Lydia set traps and laid out ambushes, hoping to catch Amara off guard. But the Demoness was not so easily caught out. She had anticipated Lydia's change in strategy and had set her own traps and countermeasures in place.
Lydia moved cautiously, avoiding the traps and pitfalls that Amara had set for her. But despite her best efforts, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being herded towards some unknown fate.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of sneaking and dodging, Lydia came face to face with Amara. The Demoness was waiting for her, a smile playing on her lips as she revealed her latest trap.
"You think you can outsmart me, little sellsword?" Amara said, her voice dripping with amusement. "I've been expecting you to try something like this. And I've prepared a special surprise just for you."
With a wave of her hand, Amara summoned a swarm of tiny, razor-sharp insects that descended upon Lydia like a cloud. The insects were too small to be seen, but they were deadly, and they tore into Lydia's skin like a thousand tiny knives.
Lydia tried to brush them off, but there were too many of them. She stumbled and fell, the insects devouring her skin and muscle like a swarm of piranhas.
Amara watched with a smile as Lydia died, her body consumed by the insects. And as Lydia's consciousness faded away, Amara spoke a single word: "Again."
Lydia felt herself being pulled back to the totem; the curse of the Demoness still active. She knew that she would be reborn, but she also knew that she would be shorter than before. The thought filled her with a sense of dread, and she wondered how much more of this she could take.
When Lydia came to, she found herself standing in front of the totem, her body reborn and rejuvenated. But she was now only 4'8" tall, having lost another 3 inches in height. She looked down at herself, feeling a sense of despair wash over her. She was trapped in this cycle of death and rebirth, and she didn't know how to escape.
Amara's voice echoed in her mind, the Demoness's words repeating like a mantra: Again. Again. Again. Lydia knew that she would face Amara once more, and she steeled herself for the battle ahead. But she couldn't shake the feeling that she was doomed to repeat this cycle forever, always dying, always being reborn, and always losing a little more of herself each time.
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Lydia stood in front of the ruins, her mind racing with thoughts of how to defeat Amara. She had tried a direct approach, and she had tried stealth and cunning. This time, she decided to try something different.
As she entered the ruin, Lydia used her agility and quick reflexes to dodge Amara's initial attacks. She didn't try to engage the Demoness in a straight-up fight, instead using hit-and-run tactics to try and bait Amara out.
Lydia would strike at Amara from unexpected angles, then quickly retreat before the Demoness could counterattack. She hoped to lure Amara into a trap, or at least to catch her off guard.
But Amara was not so easily fooled. She had anticipated Lydia's tactics, and she was ready for her. The Demoness used her powers to create illusions and decoys, making it seem like she was in multiple places at once.
Lydia found herself attacking empty air or striking at illusions that vanished as soon as she touched them. She began to get frustrated and disoriented, and Amara took advantage of her confusion.
The Demoness struck Lydia with a blast of dark energy, sending her flying across the room. Lydia tried to get back to her feet, but Amara was too quick. She pinned Lydia to the ground, her eyes blazing with power as she summoned dark and ancient magic.
Lydia felt her body begin to wither and shrink, her cells collapsing in on themselves as Amara's magic took hold. She tried to scream, but her voice was barely a whisper as her body was consumed by the darkness.
And then, everything went black.
When Lydia came to, she found herself standing in front of the totem, her body reborn and rejuvenated. But something was terribly wrong. She looked down at herself, and her heart sank.
She was now only 3'8" tall, having lost a foot of height since her last death. Her clothes and weapons had shrunk with her, and she found herself dressed in a miniature version of her armor and carrying a tiny sword that looked like a toy.
Lydia's sword, once a mighty blade that had struck fear into the hearts of her enemies, was now a tiny, delicate thing that looked like it belonged in a child's playset. Her armor, once a symbol of her strength and power, was now a miniature mockery of its former self.
Lydia felt a wave of despair wash over her, and she stumbled backwards, her mind reeling with the implications. She was no longer a warrior, no longer a sellsword. She was a child, a tiny, fragile thing that was no match for the powerful Demoness.
As she stood there, frozen in shock and despair, Lydia heard Amara's voice echoing in her mind. "You're getting smaller, little sellsword," the Demoness said. "You're getting weaker. And soon, you'll be nothing but a tiny, insignificant thing, unable to defeat me."
Lydia's eyes flashed with anger and determination. She would not give up, no matter how small she got. She would find a way to defeat Amara, no matter what it took. And with that thought, she steeled herself and set off towards the ruins once again, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
As Lydia approached the ruin, she was met by Amara, who was waiting for her with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
"Well look at that." Amara said, looking Lydia up and down. "You're still at it, I see. I must commend you, little sellsword. You're not giving up, despite the fact that you're getting smaller and smaller with each failure."
Lydia stood tall, despite her tiny stature. "I'll never give up." she said, her voice firm. "I'll keep coming back, no matter what it takes, until I defeat you and claim the artifact."
Amara nodded, a hint of a smile on her face. "I like your spirit." she said. "And I must say, I'm impressed by your determination. You're not like most of the adventurers who come to this place. Most of them give up after the first or second failure. But not you. You keep coming back, no matter what."
Lydia felt a surge of pride in Amara's words. It was the first time the Demoness had given her honest feedback, and it was a welcome change from the usual taunts and teases.
"But" Amara continued, "determination alone is not enough. You need a plan, a strategy, if you're going to defeat me. And so far, your plans have been... lacking."
Lydia nodded, taking Amara's words to heart. She knew that she needed to try something new, something different, if she was going to have any chance of defeating the Demoness.
And so, she decided to try magic. She had always been a warrior, a fighter, but she had also studied the basics of magic. She knew a few simple spells, and she decided to try them out on Amara.
Lydia raised her hands, and a blast of magical energy shot out, striking Amara with a burst of light and sound. But the Demoness was not caught off guard. She had anticipated Lydia's move, and she was ready for her.
With a wave of her hand, Amara deflected the magical energy, sending it back to Lydia. The little sellsword tried to dodge, but she was too slow. The energy struck her, and she felt herself being lifted off the ground, her body glowing with a soft, blue light.
And then again, everything went black.
When Lydia came to, she found herself standing in front of the totem, her body reborn and rejuvenated. But she was now only 2'8" tall, having lost another foot of height.
Her clothes and weapons had shrunk with her, and she found herself dressed in a tiny, child-sized version of her armor, carrying a miniature sword that looked like a toy.
Lydia felt another wave of despair wash over her, but she pushed it aside. She knew that she couldn't give up, not now, not ever. She would keep coming back, keep trying, until she defeated Amara and claimed the artifact.
And with that thought, she steeled herself and set off towards the ruins once again, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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Once again, Lydia approached the ruin, her mind racing with thoughts of how to defeat Amara. She had tried a direct approach, she had tried stealth and cunning, and she had even tried magic. But so far, nothing had worked.
As she entered the ruin, Lydia had a small thought. Maybe she should try to lead Amara into one of her own traps. The Demoness was powerful, but she was also arrogant. Maybe Lydia could use that to her advantage.
With a newfound sense of confidence, Lydia set off towards the heart of the ruin, Amara hot on her heels. The Demoness was giving chase, her eyes fixed on Lydia as she dodged and weaved through the corridors.
Lydia led Amara on a wild goose chase, dodging traps and pitfalls as she went. She was starting to feel a sense of excitement, a sense of hope. Maybe this time, she could finally defeat the Demoness.
As she ran, Lydia could hear Amara's laughter echoing off the walls. The Demoness was enjoying the chase, and Lydia could sense her excitement.
But then, just as Lydia thought she had Amara right where she wanted her, the Demoness suddenly stopped laughing. She raised her hand, and Lydia felt a strange sensation wash over her.
It was an illusion spell, and Lydia had fallen victim to it. The corridors around her began to shift and distort, and Lydia found herself disoriented and lost.
She stumbled and fell, and as she looked up, she saw Amara standing over her, a triumphant smile on her face.
"You should have stayed out of this, little sellsword." Amara said, her voice dripping with amusement. "You're no match for me."
And with that, Amara reached out and touched Lydia's forehead. The little sellsword felt a surge of energy flow through her, and she knew that she was shrinking again.
When the illusion spell wore off, Lydia found herself standing in front of the totem, her body reborn and rejuvenated. But she was now only 1'8" tall, having lost another foot of height.
Her clothes and weapons had shrunk with her, and she found herself dressed in a tiny, doll-sized version of her armor, carrying a miniature sword that looked like a toy.
Lydia felt a wave of despair wash over her, but she pushed it aside. She knew that she couldn't give up, not now, not ever. She would keep coming back, keep trying, until she defeated Amara and claimed the artifact.
But as she looked up at the totem, Lydia couldn't help but wonder if she was fooling herself. Was she really making progress, or was she just deluding herself? And what would happen if she kept shrinking, kept failing? Would she eventually disappear altogether?
The thought sent a shiver down Lydia's spine, but she pushed it aside. She would worry about that later. For now, she had a Demoness to defeat.
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Still determined despite her stature, Lydia approached the ruins. She knew her opportunity to turn the tide was diminishing as well as her size. As before, Amara was waiting for her, a look of admiration on her face.
"Ah, little sellsword." Amara said, "I must commend you again. You're the first adventurer to make it this far without surrendering their soul to the Well of the Damned."
Lydia's eyes narrowed, unsure of what Amara was talking about. "What do you mean?" she asked.
Amara smiled, a cruel glint in her eye. "The other adventurers who came before you, they all surrendered their souls to it. They were so desperate to escape, to flee from their own failures, that they gave up their very souls to the wall. But not you, little sellsword. You're different. You're stubborn, and you're determined. And I must admit, I find it... intriguing."
Lydia's face set in a determined expression. She was not going to give up, no matter what Amara said.
Amara laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "But enough of that." she said. "I've decided to make things a bit more... interesting. I'll no longer use my sword or my spells to kill you. I'll show you that I can kill you without even breaking a sweat."
Lydia's eyes widened in anger, and she recklessly charged at Amara. The Demoness laughed again, and with a swift kick, sent Lydia flying through a pillar and onto a wall. Lydia's tiny body crashed into the stone, and she felt her bones shattering, her body crumbling.
As she died, Lydia saw Amara's face, her eyes gleaming with triumph and amusement. And then, everything faded to black.
When Lydia came to, she found herself standing in front of the totem, her body reborn and rejuvenated. But she was now 8 inches tall, having lost even more height.
Her clothes and weapons had shrunk with her, and she found herself dressed in a tiny, almost imperceptible version of her armor, carrying a miniature sword that looked like a pin.
Lydia felt a wave of despair wash over her, but she pushed it aside. She knew that she couldn't give up, not now, not ever. She would keep coming back, keep trying, until she defeated Amara and claimed the artifact.
But as she looked up at the monolith that is the totem, Lydia couldn't help but wonder if she was truly making progress. Was she really getting closer to defeating Amara, or was she just deluding herself? And what would happen if she kept shrinking, kept failing? Would she eventually disappear altogether?
The thought sent a shiver down Lydia's spine, but she pushed it aside. She would worry about that later. For now, she had a Demoness to defeat. And she would stop at nothing to do so.
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As Amara saw the little swordswoman reapproach, she looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "You know, little sellsword." Amara said, "I think it's time I told you a secret. The curse that's been shrinking you doesn't go on forever. It has a stopping point."
Lydia's eyes narrowed, unsure of what to make of this revelation. "What do you mean?" she asked.
Amara smiled, a hint of cruelty in her eyes. "I mean that eventually, you'll reach a point where you're so small, you'll be too weak to even hurt me. You'll be nothing more than a tiny, insignificant speck, unable to do anything but watch as I claim the artifact and use its power to fulfill my desires."
Lydia's face set in a determined expression, but Amara could see the faintest glimmer of doubt in her eyes. "But why are you so determined, little sellsword?" Amara asked, her voice taking on a curious tone. "What drives you to keep coming back, to keep trying, even when all hope seems lost?"
Lydia's eyes flashed with anger, and she took a step forward, her tiny sword at the ready. "I'll never give up." she said, her voice firm. "I'll never surrender. I'll keep coming back, no matter what it takes, until I defeat you and claim the artifact."
Amara commended her again, a smile playing on her lips. "You're a remarkable creature, little sellsword." she said. "I must admit, I'm impressed by your resolve. You're a true warrior, and I have certain... respect for you."
As she spoke, Amara reached up and removed her robe, revealing a lingerie-style armor and black high-heeled boots. At Lydia's current height, the Demoness's attire seemed intimidating, but Lydia refused to back down.
With a fierce cry, Lydia charged forward, her tiny sword flashing in the dim light of the ruin. But before she could reach Amara, she fell down a hole that had been hidden in the floor. The fall was short, but it was enough to kill her.
Amara was generally surprised by this turn of events. She had expected Lydia to put up more of a fight, but instead, the little sellsword had fallen down a hole and died. Amara shrugged, a smile still playing on her lips. "I suppose it's not surprising." she said to herself. "After all, you're just a tiny, insignificant speck now."
When Lydia came to, she found herself standing in front of the totem, her body reborn and rejuvenated. But she was now only 6 inches tall, having lost even more height.
Her clothes and weapons had shrunk with her, and she found herself dressed in a tiny, almost imperceptible version of her armor, carrying a miniature sword that looked like a pin.
Lydia looked up at the totem, her eyes narrowed in determination. She would keep coming back, keep trying, until she defeated Amara and claimed the artifact. No matter what it took, no matter how small she got, she would never give up.
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As Lydia approached again, Amara looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Tell me, little sellsword." Amara said, "what was your upbringing like? What drove you to become….well what you are?"
Lydia's eyes narrowed, unsure of where Amara was going with this. "I was trained by my father." she said. "He was a great warrior, and he taught me everything I know."
Amara nodded, a hint of understanding in her eyes. "I see." she said. "And what was your reputation like, back in your homeland? Were you respected as a female sellsword?"
Lydia's face darkened, and she felt a surge of irritation. "I didn't have a good reputation." she said, her voice tight. "People didn't think I was capable of being a warrior, just because I'm a woman."
Amara nodded, a sly smile spreading across her face. "I see." she said. "And that's why you're so driven to prove yourself, isn't it? You want to show the world that you're just as capable as any man, that you deserve respect and power."
Lydia's eyes flashed with anger, and she took a step forward, her tiny sword at the ready. "That's not the only reason." she said, her voice firm. "I want to defeat you!"
Amara laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, I think it's more than that," she said. "I think you want the artifact because it will give you the power and respect you've always been denied. You want to be seen as a strong, capable warrior, and you're willing to do whatever it takes to achieve that."
Lydia's face burned with anger, and she felt a surge of determination. She was not going to back down, no matter what Amara said.
Amara sighed, a look of disappointment on her face. "Very well, little sellsword." she said. "I'll give you one last chance to surrender. If you go back to the mainland, and give up your quest for the artifact, I won't take your soul. You can live out the rest of your life in peace and forget about this foolishness."
Lydia's eyes narrowed, and she took a step forward, her tiny sword at the ready. "I'll never surrender!" she said, her voice firm. "I'll never give up." Lydia charges again, hoping to make progress in her uphill battle.
Amara sighed, a look of resignation on her face. "Very well, little sellsword." she said. "If that's how you want it, then so be it."
With a swift motion, Amara lifted her right foot, and crushed Lydia beneath her heel. Lydia's tiny body was smashed flat, her bones shattered, her skin torn.
When Lydia came to, she found herself standing in front of the totem, her body reborn and rejuvenated. But she was now only 4 inches tall, having lost even more height.
Her clothes and weapons had shrunk with her, and she found herself dressed in a tiny, almost imperceptible version of her armor, carrying a miniature sword that looked like a pin.
Lydia looked up at the totem, her eyes blazing with anger and frustration. "Godsdamnit!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. "How am I supposed to defeat her like this? I'm way too small!"
Lydia's face was red with rage, and she felt a surge of desperation. She was trapped in this never-ending cycle of death and rebirth, and she didn't know how to escape. She was at Amara's mercy, and she knew it.
As she stood there, seething with anger and frustration, Lydia couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be able to defeat Amara, or if she would be forever trapped in this tiny, insignificant form.
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As Lydia approached, Amara looked down at her with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "I must admit, little sellsword." Amara said, "I'm running out of unique ways to kill you. You're becoming quite the challenge."
Lydia's eyes narrowed, her tiny sword at the ready. "I'll never give up!" she said, her voice tiny, but firm.
Amara chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "I know, I know." she said. "You're determined to defeat me, no matter what. But I'll make you the same offer I made before: surrender, and I'll let you live. I won't take your soul, and you can go back to the mainland in peace."
Lydia's face set in a determined expression. "I'll never surrender!" she said, her voice firm.
Amara shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "Very well, little sellsword." she said. "If that's how you want it, then so be it."
As Lydia charged at Amara, she prepared herself to dodge the Demoness's feet. But to her surprise, Amara didn't move. She just stood there, her eyes fixed on Lydia with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
Lydia proceeded to attack Amara's boot-clad feet, striking at them with her tiny sword. But this only got laughter from Amara, who swiftly picked her up.
As Amara lifted her to her face, Lydia prepared to swing her sword with her free arm. But before she could do so, Amara flicked it away with a careless gesture with her right index finger.
Lydia was left dangling in mid-air, her arms and legs flailing wildly as she tried to escape. In a desperate attempt to defend herself, she tried to cast a fire spell. But Amara just looked at her with a raised eyebrow, a skeptical expression on her face.
"Honestly, do you really think that'll do anything at this point?" Amara asked, her voice dripping with amusement.
Lydia stopped casting; her eyes fixed on Amara's face. And as she looked at her enemy, she had to admit to herself that Amara was attractive, even for a Demoness. Her pretty eyes and dirty blonde hair were quite striking, and Lydia found herself feeling a pang of admiration for her enemy. She knew Amara liked taking on a human form.
Amara's eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as she looked at Lydia, her expression taunting. "You're quite the feisty one, aren't you?" she said, her voice low and husky. "I like that about you."
As Amara slowly squeezed Lydia, the little sellsword felt her body being crushed, her bones creaking under pressure. She tried to struggle, but it was no use. She was completely at Amara's mercy, and she knew it.
Amara's eyes seemed to bore into Lydia's very soul, her gaze piercing and intense. "You're so small and weak." she said, her voice taunting. "You're no match for me, little sellsword. You never were."
Lydia's face burned with anger and humiliation, but she couldn't deny the truth of Amara's words. She was small and weak, and she was completely at the Demoness' mercy. And as she looked up at Amara's face, she couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration for her enemy, even as she was being slowly squeezed to death.
As Amara continued to squeeze Lydia, the little sellsword felt her body being crushed, her bones creaking under the pressure. She tried to struggle, but it was no use. She was completely at Amara's mercy, and she knew it.
Amara's eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as she looked at Lydia, her expression taunting. "You have two options, little sellsword." she said, her voice low and husky. "You can either be squeezed to death, right now, or you can be suffocated by... the girls."
Amara's gaze drifted down to her breasts, which were large and imposing, even to Lydia's tiny size. "It will be a slower death, I promise you that." Amara said, her voice dripping with amusement. "But it will be just as inevitable. You'll be trapped between my breasts, unable to escape, and you'll slowly suffocate. It's a... more intimate way to die, don't you think?"
Lydia's eyes widened in horror as she weighed her options. She was powerless to resist, and she knew that either way, she was doomed. But she couldn't help but think that being suffocated by Amara's breasts might be a slightly more... dignified way to die.
As she looked up at Amara's face, Lydia saw the Demoness's eyes gleaming with amusement, and she knew that she was enjoying this. Amara was toying with her, playing with her like a cat plays with a mouse. And Lydia was the mouse, powerless and helpless.
Lydia's mind racing, she tried to think of a way to escape, but she knew it was impossible. She was trapped, and she was at Amara's mercy. And so, with a sense of resignation, she made her choice.
"I'll... I'll take the slower death." Lydia said, her voice was barely above a whisper.
Amara's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she smiled, a cruel smile. "Very well, little sellsword." she said. "You'll get your wish. You'll be suffocated by... the girls."
And with that, Amara leaned forward, her breasts looming over Lydia like two large, soft mountains. Lydia felt herself being lifted, and then she was trapped, pressed between Amara's breasts, unable to escape. She was suffocating, slowly, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before she died.
As Amara leaned forward, her breasts looming over Lydia, she asked, "And what is your name, little sellsword? I've been calling you that for so long, but I suppose it's only fair that I know your real name before... well, before you die."
Lydia's eyes widened, and she tried to speak, but her voice was barely above a whisper. "I... my name is Lydia." she said, her voice trembling.
Amara's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she smiled, a cruel smile. "Ah, Lydia." she said. "It's nice to know your name finally. But I must admit, I still prefer 'little sellsword'. It's just so... fitting."
As Amara spoke, she began to slowly squeeze her breasts together, cutting off Lydia's oxygen. Lydia's eyes widened, and she tried to struggle, but it was no use. She was trapped, and she was slowly suffocating.
Amara's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched Lydia's struggles, her expression taunting. "You should have taken my offer, Lydia." she said, her voice low and husky. "You should have surrendered when you had the chance. But now... now it's too late."
As the minutes ticked by, Lydia's struggles grew weaker, and eventually, she died, suffocated by Amara's breasts.
When Lydia revived at the totem, she stood at 3 inches tall, her top of the head hardly reaching the bottom skull's nose area. She looked up at the skulls, her eyes wide with fear and frustration.
She was so small now, so tiny and insignificant. She was no match for Amara, and she knew it. But still, she refused to give up. She would keep coming back, keep trying, until she defeated Amara and claimed the artifact.
But as she looked up at the skulls, Lydia couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. She was trapped in this never-ending cycle of death and rebirth, and she didn't know how to escape. She was at Amara's mercy, and she knew it.
And as she stood there, frozen in fear and frustration, Lydia heard Amara's voice echoing in her mind. You'll never defeat me, little sellsword she said. You'll never be strong enough. But I'll keep playing with you, keep toying with you, until you're nothing but a tiny, insignificant speck.
Lydia's eyes flashed with anger, and she gritted her teeth. She would never give up, no matter what Amara said. She would keep coming back, keep trying, until she defeated the Demoness and claimed the artifact. No matter what it took.
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As Lydia entered the chamber, she spotted Amara laying on her side, awaiting her arrival. The Demoness looked up at her with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Ah, you’ve returned little sellsword." Amara said, her voice low and husky. "I see you're back again. But I must inform you that you've reached your final size. There will be no more shrinking after the revival. You're as small as you'll ever be." Afterwards, Amara did a small amount which the tiny Lydia did not find amusing at all.
Lydia's eyes narrowed, her tiny sword at the ready. She was determined to defeat Amara, no matter what.
Amara chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "But I'm afraid it's now the end of the road." she said. “You’re too small to make any real impact on me at this point”
Lydia's face set in a determined expression. She was not going to give up, no matter what Amara said.
Amara smiled, a cruel smile. "But I'll give you an opportunity, tiny sellsword." she said. "You can either keep dying, over and over again, or you can become my pet. I'll take care of you, feed you, and keep you safe. You'll never have to worry about being accepted in society of men or anything else again."
Lydia's eyes flashed with anger, and she gritted her teeth. She was not going to become Amara's pet, no matter what.
With a fierce cry, Lydia charged at Amara, her tiny sword flashing in the dim light of the chamber. But before she could even get close, Amara's eyes locked onto hers, and she extended a long, black fingernail that was very close to Lydia's throat.
The fingernail was inches long to Lydia, and it seemed to loom over her like a deadly scythe. Lydia's eyes widened, and she halted her charge, her heart racing with fear. The fingernail was so close to her throat that she could feel the cold, smooth surface of it, and she knew that one wrong move would mean instant death.
Amara's eyes gleamed with amusement, and she smiled, a cruel smile. "Fighting is pointless, little sellsword." she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "You couldn't even fend off a hand let along this fingernail. What makes you think you can defeat me now?"
Lydia's face burned with shame and humiliation, and she felt a surge of fear. She was no match for Amara, and she knew it.
Amara's eyes seemed to bore into Lydia's very soul, and she ordered her to strip naked. "Take off your clothes, little one." she said, her voice low and husky. "I want to see you in all your tiny, insignificant glory."
Lydia's face burned with shame and humiliation, but she knew she had no choice. She was at Amara's mercy, and she had to do what she was told. With a sense of resignation, Lydia began to strip off her clothes, her tiny body trembling with fear and humiliation
As the tiny Lydia stood naked in front of the giant Demoness, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and humiliation. She looked over to her discarded clothes, and her eyes widened with regret. She had been forced to strip naked in front of this giantess, and it was a degrading experience.
Amara's eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as she looked at Lydia's tiny, naked form. With quick speed, she snatched her up, her giant hand closing around Lydia's tiny body like a vice.
Lydia felt a surge of fear as she was lifted off the ground, her tiny body trembling with terror. She was smaller than the last encounter, and she noticed how much bigger Amara's hand was compared to before. At 3 inches, Amara's hand had been large, but now it seemed enormous.
Amara inspects her opposition's body with her piercing green eyes. "My, I must admit that you have a great body with a great set of breasts." If you weren't so busy chasing this sellsword nonsense, you would make a lovely maiden." The tiny woman in her hand, while still afraid, blushed at the first comment but groaned at the second one.
Amara's voice was low and husky as she spoke, her breath washing over Lydia like a warm breeze. " Back to business: your new task, little sellsword, is to please me," she said. "You will do everything in your power to make me happy, to satisfy my desires. And if you fail... well, let's just say you won't be around to worry about it."
As Amara spoke, she used her free hand to strip off her armor, revealing her naked form to the sellsword. Lydia's eyes widened in shock as she saw the giantess's body, her skin smooth and unblemished, her curves generous and enticing.
Amara's eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as she looked at Lydia's reaction. "Consider this a preview if you submit to me." she said. "You'll learn to love my body, to worship it. And if you live to see the end of this task, I'll give you a new one to accomplish. But for now... let's just focus on pleasing me, shall we?"
Lydia felt a surge of fear and humiliation as she realized the true extent of her situation. She was at Amara's mercy, forced to do her bidding, and she had no choice but to obey. The tiny sellsword's eyes dropped, and she felt a sense of shame wash over her. She was nothing more than a plaything for the giantess, a tiny, insignificant toy to be used and discarded at her whim.
As Amara set the tiny Lydia in front of her pussy, she commanded her to get in. "Get inside, little sellsword." she said, her voice low and husky. "I want you to make me come, to make me scream with pleasure. You're going to crawl inside my pussy and get to work."
Lydia's eyes widened in shock, but she knew she had no choice. She was at Amara's mercy, and she had to do what she was told. With a sense of resignation, she crawled inside Amara's pussy, her tiny body disappearing into the giantess's vaginal tunnel.
As Lydia worked her body to please Amara, she was unaware that she was doing too much of a good job. Amara's eyes closed, and her head tilted back, her mouth opening in a silent scream. "Oh, yes, little sellsword." she moaned, her voice husky with pleasure. "You're doing it, you're making me come."
Lydia's tiny body moved back and forth, her hands and feet working in tandem to stimulate Amara's G-spot. The giantess's body began to tremble, her muscles tensing as she approached orgasm.
"Harder, little sellsword." Amara commanded, her voice rising to a crescendo. "Make me come, make me scream. I want to feel your tiny body moving inside me, I want to feel your fingers and toes stimulating my G-spot."
Lydia's body moved faster, her tiny hands and feet working in overdrive to please Amara. The giantess's body began to convulse, her muscles contracting as she reached the peak of her orgasm.
And then, it happened. Amara's orgasm was so powerful, it made her squeeze her vaginal tunnel, crushing Lydia inside. The tiny sellsword's body was compressed, her bones snapping, her skin tearing.
Amara's eyes flew open, and she looked down at her pussy, a look of surprise on her face. "Oh, little sellsword." she said, her voice husky with pleasure. "I think you did too good of a job. You're... you're crushed."
Lydia's tiny body was motionless, her eyes frozen in a permanent stare. She was dead, crushed by Amara's powerful orgasm. The giantess's vaginal tunnel relaxed, and Lydia's body was expelled, her tiny form falling to the ground with a soft thud.
Amara looked down at Lydia's body, a look of regret on her face. "I'm sorry, little Lydia" she said, her voice soft. "I didn't mean to kill you. But you were so good, so skilled. You made me come like never before."
As Amara's vaginal tunnel relaxed, Lydia's body began to glow with a soft, white light.
The light enveloped her tiny form, and Lydia felt herself being lifted off the ground, her body being pulled back to the totem. She felt a sense of disorientation, her mind reeling as she was revived back at the totem.
As the light faded, Lydia found herself standing in front of the totem, her armor and weapons back on her body. She was still 3 inches tall, but she was alive, and she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Lydia's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with thoughts of Amara and her giant, powerful body. She knew that she had to be careful, that she had to find a way to defeat the Demoness if she was going to survive.
But for now, Lydia just stood there, her eyes fixed on the totem as she tried to process what had just happened. She had been killed, crushed by Amara's powerful orgasm, but she had been revived, brought back to life by some unknown force.
Lydia's eyes flashed with determination, her mind set on one goal: to defeat Amara, to find a way to overcome the Demoness's powerful body and emerge victorious. She was 3 inches tall, but she was not going to let that stop her. She was a warrior, a sellsword, and she was going to fight with every ounce of strength she had.
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As Lydia re-entered the ruins, Amara looked at her with an amused face, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, little sellsword." she said, her voice low and husky. "I see you're back again. The offer still stands, you know. You can be my pet, and I'll take care of you. You'll never have to worry about anything again."
Lydia's face twisted in frustration, her eyes flashing with anger. "What is your deal, anyway?" she asked, her voice tight with irritation. "Why do you keep toying with me like this? Can't you just kill me and get it over with?"
Amara's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, little sellsword." she said. "You're so cute when you're angry. And as for my deal, well... let's just say I have a bit of a fascination with tiny creatures like you. You're so small and weak, and yet you're so determined to fight back. It's really quite... entertaining."
Amara leaned forward, her voice taking on a persuasive tone. "But I'll tell you what, little sellsword. If you agree to be my pet, I'll give you a little village to call your own. You can live there, and I'll make sure you have everything you need. And when I'm bored, I can conjure up tiny monsters for you to fight. You can be a hero, little sellsword, and I'll be your admiring audience."
Lydia's face burned with anger, and she felt a surge of rage at Amara's words. How dare she, Lydia thought. How dare she treat me like this.
With a fierce cry, Lydia charged at Amara, her tiny sword flashing in the dim light of the ruins. But Amara was too quick, and she swiftly picked Lydia up, her giant hand closing around the tiny sellsword like a vice.
Amara looked at Lydia with a sly smile, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I think you've made your choice, little sellsword." she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You chose to be a snack instead of a pet. And now, you're going to be my little morsel."
With that, Amara dropped Lydia into her mouth, her giant tongue closing around the tiny sellsword like a trap. Lydia felt herself enveloped by Amara's warm, wet mouth, and she knew that she was doomed. She was going to be eaten, consumed by the Demoness's insatiable hunger.
As Amara's teeth closed around her, Lydia realized that she had finally met her match. She was no match for the Demoness's power, and she was going to be nothing more than a tiny, insignificant snack. And with that thought, everything surrounding her went black.
As Lydia was preparing herself to be swallowed, she spotted her boot knife on the same tongue as her. It was a small, desperate chance, but she knew she had to take it. As Amara's mouth closed around her, Lydia reached out and grabbed the knife, holding on to it for dear life.
As Amara swallowed, Lydia felt herself being pulled down into the Demoness's throat, the knife clutched tightly in her hand. She fell through the darkness, her stomach lurching as she plummeted into Amara's stomach.
As she landed at the bottom of Amara's stomach, Lydia heard the Demoness's beating heart, a slow and steady thud that seemed to reverberate through her entire body. And at that moment, she got an idea.
Using her knife, Lydia began to climb the walls of Amara's stomach, digging the blade into the soft tissue and pulling herself up. It was a slow and painful process, but she knew she had to keep moving.
As she climbed, Lydia heard Amara's heart beating faster and faster, the Demoness's body beginning to react to the tiny sellsword's presence. And then, finally, Lydia reached the heart itself, a massive and pulsing organ that seemed to fill the entire cavity.
With a fierce cry, Lydia plunged her knife into the heart, stabbing it again and again as Amara's body began to panic. The Demoness's heart was the key to her power, and Lydia knew that if she could destroy it, she could kill the Demoness once and for all.
"NOOOO!" Amara screamed, her voice echoing through the chamber as she felt her heart being destroyed. "YOU CAN'T DEFEAT ME! I'M THE STRONGEST DEMONESS IN THE LAND!"
But Lydia just kept stabbing, her knife slicing through the heart with deadly precision. "You're not the strongest anymore, Amara!" she said, her voice cold and hard. "You're just a monster, and it's time for you to die!"
As Lydia continued to stab the heart, Amara's body began to convulse, her stomach churning and twisting as she felt her life force slipping away. And then, in an instant, Lydia was surrounded by light, teleported back to the chamber where Amara's body lay dying.
The Demoness's body was nothing more than a pile of dust, her heart destroyed, and her power broken. And as Lydia stood there, victorious, she felt a slow enveloping her, a warm and comforting sensation that seemed to fill her entire body.
As the glow faded, Lydia looked down at herself and saw that she was back to her normal size, her 5'5 stature restored. She was whole and complete, her body healed and her spirit renewed.
Amara's dust-covered body began to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "You...you win, Lydia. You're the strongest warrior I've ever met."
Lydia looked down at the dust, a small smile on her face. "It's not about being the strongest, Amara. It's about being brave and never giving up. And I'll never give up, no matter what challenges I face."
As she witnessed Amara’s body disintegrate and blow into the wind, Lydia looked at the set of doors in front of her and walked towards it. The moment she pulled the doors; she was met with a blinding light. There in front of her was a dark blue object floating in front of her that resembled a sphere.
This was the artifact she thought. She then reached out towards it and in that moment, she blacked out.
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Many moons later, a young warrior named Gustave was determined to make his name known across the land. He had heard of a island that had a ruin that contained an artifact of immense power. As Gustave came across the ruins in question, he saw a peculiar structure in front of it: a totem of six stacked skulls which had glowing eyes as he walked in front of it.
As he made his way past the traps leading to the final room, he opened the doors which inside has a large room. On the other side is a female warrior in a robe wielding a sizable sword and shield.
“That’ll be far enough I’m afraid” The woman said. “I can’t exactly let you take the artifact since that would be a problem for me.”
The swordsman looked unfazed as he drew his sword and walks forward. It was then he made his mistake.
The woman removes her robe and reveals her medium armor and begins to walk towards him. The particular woman was a head taller than Gustave was which had him a bit nervous as he was 6 feet tall himself.
“I am Lydia the brave” The woman bellowed “ And you will not leave here in victory.”
The swordsman readied himself for battle and began his approach. Meanwhile, Lydia was readying the spell to afflict her new opposition with the very curse she had before becoming the Artifact’s new guardian.
This shall be fun,she thought with a grin on her face.
As Lydia approached again, Amara looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Tell me, little sellsword." Amara said, "what was your upbringing like? What drove you to become….well what you are?"
Lydia's eyes narrowed, unsure of where Amara was going with this. "I was trained by my father." she said. "He was a great warrior, and he taught me everything I know."
Amara nodded, a hint of understanding in her eyes. "I see." she said. "And what was your reputation like, back in your homeland? Were you respected as a female sellsword?"
Lydia's face darkened, and she felt a surge of irritation. "I didn't have a good reputation." she said, her voice tight. "People didn't think I was capable of being a warrior, just because I'm a woman."
Amara nodded, a sly smile spreading across her face. "I see." she said. "And that's why you're so driven to prove yourself, isn't it? You want to show the world that you're just as capable as any man, that you deserve respect and power."
Lydia's eyes flashed with anger, and she took a step forward, her tiny sword at the ready. "That's not the only reason." she said, her voice firm. "I want to defeat you!"
Amara laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, I think it's more than that," she said. "I think you want the artifact because it will give you the power and respect you've always been denied. You want to be seen as a strong, capable warrior, and you're willing to do whatever it takes to achieve that."
Lydia's face burned with anger, and she felt a surge of determination. She was not going to back down, no matter what Amara said.
Amara sighed, a look of disappointment on her face. "Very well, little sellsword." she said. "I'll give you one last chance to surrender. If you go back to the mainland, and give up your quest for the artifact, I won't take your soul. You can live out the rest of your life in peace and forget about this foolishness."
Lydia's eyes narrowed, and she took a step forward, her tiny sword at the ready. "I'll never surrender!" she said, her voice firm. "I'll never give up." Lydia charges again, hoping to make progress in her uphill battle.
Amara sighed, a look of resignation on her face. "Very well, little sellsword." she said. "If that's how you want it, then so be it."
With a swift motion, Amara lifted her right foot, and crushed Lydia beneath her heel. Lydia's tiny body was smashed flat, her bones shattered, her skin torn.
When Lydia came to, she found herself standing in front of the totem, her body reborn and rejuvenated. But she was now only 4 inches tall, having lost even more height.
Her clothes and weapons had shrunk with her, and she found herself dressed in a tiny, almost imperceptible version of her armor, carrying a miniature sword that looked like a pin.
Lydia looked up at the totem, her eyes blazing with anger and frustration. "Godsdamnit!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. "How am I supposed to defeat her like this? I'm way too small!"
Lydia's face was red with rage, and she felt a surge of desperation. She was trapped in this never-ending cycle of death and rebirth, and she didn't know how to escape. She was at Amara's mercy, and she knew it.
As she stood there, seething with anger and frustration, Lydia couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be able to defeat Amara, or if she would be forever trapped in this tiny, insignificant form.
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As Lydia approached, Amara looked down at her with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "I must admit, little sellsword." Amara said, "I'm running out of unique ways to kill you. You're becoming quite the challenge."
Lydia's eyes narrowed, her tiny sword at the ready. "I'll never give up!" she said, her voice tiny, but firm.
Amara chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "I know, I know." she said. "You're determined to defeat me, no matter what. But I'll make you the same offer I made before: surrender, and I'll let you live. I won't take your soul, and you can go back to the mainland in peace."
Lydia's face set in a determined expression. "I'll never surrender!" she said, her voice firm.
Amara shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "Very well, little sellsword." she said. "If that's how you want it, then so be it."
As Lydia charged at Amara, she prepared herself to dodge the Demoness's feet. But to her surprise, Amara didn't move. She just stood there, her eyes fixed on Lydia with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
Lydia proceeded to attack Amara's boot-clad feet, striking at them with her tiny sword. But this only got laughter from Amara, who swiftly picked her up.
As Amara lifted her to her face, Lydia prepared to swing her sword with her free arm. But before she could do so, Amara flicked it away with a careless gesture with her right index finger.
Lydia was left dangling in mid-air, her arms and legs flailing wildly as she tried to escape. In a desperate attempt to defend herself, she tried to cast a fire spell. But Amara just looked at her with a raised eyebrow, a skeptical expression on her face.
"Honestly, do you really think that'll do anything at this point?" Amara asked, her voice dripping with amusement.
Lydia stopped casting; her eyes fixed on Amara's face. And as she looked at her enemy, she had to admit to herself that Amara was attractive, even for a Demoness. Her pretty eyes and dirty blonde hair were quite striking, and Lydia found herself feeling a pang of admiration for her enemy. She knew Amara liked taking on a human form.
Amara's eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as she looked at Lydia, her expression taunting. "You're quite the feisty one, aren't you?" she said, her voice low and husky. "I like that about you."
As Amara slowly squeezed Lydia, the little sellsword felt her body being crushed, her bones creaking under pressure. She tried to struggle, but it was no use. She was completely at Amara's mercy, and she knew it.
Amara's eyes seemed to bore into Lydia's very soul, her gaze piercing and intense. "You're so small and weak." she said, her voice taunting. "You're no match for me, little sellsword. You never were."
Lydia's face burned with anger and humiliation, but she couldn't deny the truth of Amara's words. She was small and weak, and she was completely at the Demoness' mercy. And as she looked up at Amara's face, she couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration for her enemy, even as she was being slowly squeezed to death.
As Amara continued to squeeze Lydia, the little sellsword felt her body being crushed, her bones creaking under the pressure. She tried to struggle, but it was no use. She was completely at Amara's mercy, and she knew it.
Amara's eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as she looked at Lydia, her expression taunting. "You have two options, little sellsword." she said, her voice low and husky. "You can either be squeezed to death, right now, or you can be suffocated by... the girls."
Amara's gaze drifted down to her breasts, which were large and imposing, even to Lydia's tiny size. "It will be a slower death, I promise you that." Amara said, her voice dripping with amusement. "But it will be just as inevitable. You'll be trapped between my breasts, unable to escape, and you'll slowly suffocate. It's a... more intimate way to die, don't you think?"
Lydia's eyes widened in horror as she weighed her options. She was powerless to resist, and she knew that either way, she was doomed. But she couldn't help but think that being suffocated by Amara's breasts might be a slightly more... dignified way to die.
As she looked up at Amara's face, Lydia saw the Demoness's eyes gleaming with amusement, and she knew that she was enjoying this. Amara was toying with her, playing with her like a cat plays with a mouse. And Lydia was the mouse, powerless and helpless.
Lydia's mind racing, she tried to think of a way to escape, but she knew it was impossible. She was trapped, and she was at Amara's mercy. And so, with a sense of resignation, she made her choice.
"I'll... I'll take the slower death." Lydia said, her voice was barely above a whisper.
Amara's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she smiled, a cruel smile. "Very well, little sellsword." she said. "You'll get your wish. You'll be suffocated by... the girls."
And with that, Amara leaned forward, her breasts looming over Lydia like two large, soft mountains. Lydia felt herself being lifted, and then she was trapped, pressed between Amara's breasts, unable to escape. She was suffocating, slowly, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before she died.
As Amara leaned forward, her breasts looming over Lydia, she asked, "And what is your name, little sellsword? I've been calling you that for so long, but I suppose it's only fair that I know your real name before... well, before you die."
Lydia's eyes widened, and she tried to speak, but her voice was barely above a whisper. "I... my name is Lydia." she said, her voice trembling.
Amara's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she smiled, a cruel smile. "Ah, Lydia." she said. "It's nice to know your name finally. But I must admit, I still prefer 'little sellsword'. It's just so... fitting."
As Amara spoke, she began to slowly squeeze her breasts together, cutting off Lydia's oxygen. Lydia's eyes widened, and she tried to struggle, but it was no use. She was trapped, and she was slowly suffocating.
Amara's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched Lydia's struggles, her expression taunting. "You should have taken my offer, Lydia." she said, her voice low and husky. "You should have surrendered when you had the chance. But now... now it's too late."
As the minutes ticked by, Lydia's struggles grew weaker, and eventually, she died, suffocated by Amara's breasts.
When Lydia revived at the totem, she stood at 3 inches tall, her top of the head hardly reaching the bottom skull's nose area. She looked up at the skulls, her eyes wide with fear and frustration.
She was so small now, so tiny and insignificant. She was no match for Amara, and she knew it. But still, she refused to give up. She would keep coming back, keep trying, until she defeated Amara and claimed the artifact.
But as she looked up at the skulls, Lydia couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. She was trapped in this never-ending cycle of death and rebirth, and she didn't know how to escape. She was at Amara's mercy, and she knew it.
And as she stood there, frozen in fear and frustration, Lydia heard Amara's voice echoing in her mind. You'll never defeat me, little sellsword she said. You'll never be strong enough. But I'll keep playing with you, keep toying with you, until you're nothing but a tiny, insignificant speck.
Lydia's eyes flashed with anger, and she gritted her teeth. She would never give up, no matter what Amara said. She would keep coming back, keep trying, until she defeated the Demoness and claimed the artifact. No matter what it took.
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As Lydia entered the chamber, she spotted Amara laying on her side, awaiting her arrival. The Demoness looked up at her with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Ah, you’ve returned little sellsword." Amara said, her voice low and husky. "I see you're back again. But I must inform you that you've reached your final size. There will be no more shrinking after the revival. You're as small as you'll ever be." Afterwards, Amara did a small amount which the tiny Lydia did not find amusing at all.
Lydia's eyes narrowed, her tiny sword at the ready. She was determined to defeat Amara, no matter what.
Amara chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "But I'm afraid it's now the end of the road." she said. “You’re too small to make any real impact on me at this point”
Lydia's face set in a determined expression. She was not going to give up, no matter what Amara said.
Amara smiled, a cruel smile. "But I'll give you an opportunity, tiny sellsword." she said. "You can either keep dying, over and over again, or you can become my pet. I'll take care of you, feed you, and keep you safe. You'll never have to worry about being accepted in society of men or anything else again."
Lydia's eyes flashed with anger, and she gritted her teeth. She was not going to become Amara's pet, no matter what.
With a fierce cry, Lydia charged at Amara, her tiny sword flashing in the dim light of the chamber. But before she could even get close, Amara's eyes locked onto hers, and she extended a long, black fingernail that was very close to Lydia's throat.
The fingernail was inches long to Lydia, and it seemed to loom over her like a deadly scythe. Lydia's eyes widened, and she halted her charge, her heart racing with fear. The fingernail was so close to her throat that she could feel the cold, smooth surface of it, and she knew that one wrong move would mean instant death.
Amara's eyes gleamed with amusement, and she smiled, a cruel smile. "Fighting is pointless, little sellsword." she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "You couldn't even fend off a hand let along this fingernail. What makes you think you can defeat me now?"
Lydia's face burned with shame and humiliation, and she felt a surge of fear. She was no match for Amara, and she knew it.
Amara's eyes seemed to bore into Lydia's very soul, and she ordered her to strip naked. "Take off your clothes, little one." she said, her voice low and husky. "I want to see you in all your tiny, insignificant glory."
Lydia's face burned with shame and humiliation, but she knew she had no choice. She was at Amara's mercy, and she had to do what she was told. With a sense of resignation, Lydia began to strip off her clothes, her tiny body trembling with fear and humiliation
As the tiny Lydia stood naked in front of the giant Demoness, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and humiliation. She looked over to her discarded clothes, and her eyes widened with regret. She had been forced to strip naked in front of this giantess, and it was a degrading experience.
Amara's eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as she looked at Lydia's tiny, naked form. With quick speed, she snatched her up, her giant hand closing around Lydia's tiny body like a vice.
Lydia felt a surge of fear as she was lifted off the ground, her tiny body trembling with terror. She was smaller than the last encounter, and she noticed how much bigger Amara's hand was compared to before. At 3 inches, Amara's hand had been large, but now it seemed enormous.
Amara inspects her opposition's body with her piercing green eyes. "My, I must admit that you have a great body with a great set of breasts." If you weren't so busy chasing this sellsword nonsense, you would make a lovely maiden." The tiny woman in her hand, while still afraid, blushed at the first comment but groaned at the second one.
Amara's voice was low and husky as she spoke, her breath washing over Lydia like a warm breeze. " Back to business: your new task, little sellsword, is to please me," she said. "You will do everything in your power to make me happy, to satisfy my desires. And if you fail... well, let's just say you won't be around to worry about it."
As Amara spoke, she used her free hand to strip off her armor, revealing her naked form to the sellsword. Lydia's eyes widened in shock as she saw the giantess's body, her skin smooth and unblemished, her curves generous and enticing.
Amara's eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as she looked at Lydia's reaction. "Consider this a preview if you submit to me." she said. "You'll learn to love my body, to worship it. And if you live to see the end of this task, I'll give you a new one to accomplish. But for now... let's just focus on pleasing me, shall we?"
Lydia felt a surge of fear and humiliation as she realized the true extent of her situation. She was at Amara's mercy, forced to do her bidding, and she had no choice but to obey. The tiny sellsword's eyes dropped, and she felt a sense of shame wash over her. She was nothing more than a plaything for the giantess, a tiny, insignificant toy to be used and discarded at her whim.
As Amara set the tiny Lydia in front of her pussy, she commanded her to get in. "Get inside, little sellsword." she said, her voice low and husky. "I want you to make me come, to make me scream with pleasure. You're going to crawl inside my pussy and get to work."
Lydia's eyes widened in shock, but she knew she had no choice. She was at Amara's mercy, and she had to do what she was told. With a sense of resignation, she crawled inside Amara's pussy, her tiny body disappearing into the giantess's vaginal tunnel.
As Lydia worked her body to please Amara, she was unaware that she was doing too much of a good job. Amara's eyes closed, and her head tilted back, her mouth opening in a silent scream. "Oh, yes, little sellsword." she moaned, her voice husky with pleasure. "You're doing it, you're making me come."
Lydia's tiny body moved back and forth, her hands and feet working in tandem to stimulate Amara's G-spot. The giantess's body began to tremble, her muscles tensing as she approached orgasm.
"Harder, little sellsword." Amara commanded, her voice rising to a crescendo. "Make me come, make me scream. I want to feel your tiny body moving inside me, I want to feel your fingers and toes stimulating my G-spot."
Lydia's body moved faster, her tiny hands and feet working in overdrive to please Amara. The giantess's body began to convulse, her muscles contracting as she reached the peak of her orgasm.
And then, it happened. Amara's orgasm was so powerful, it made her squeeze her vaginal tunnel, crushing Lydia inside. The tiny sellsword's body was compressed, her bones snapping, her skin tearing.
Amara's eyes flew open, and she looked down at her pussy, a look of surprise on her face. "Oh, little sellsword." she said, her voice husky with pleasure. "I think you did too good of a job. You're... you're crushed."
Lydia's tiny body was motionless, her eyes frozen in a permanent stare. She was dead, crushed by Amara's powerful orgasm. The giantess's vaginal tunnel relaxed, and Lydia's body was expelled, her tiny form falling to the ground with a soft thud.
Amara looked down at Lydia's body, a look of regret on her face. "I'm sorry, little Lydia" she said, her voice soft. "I didn't mean to kill you. But you were so good, so skilled. You made me come like never before."
As Amara's vaginal tunnel relaxed, Lydia's body began to glow with a soft, white light.
The light enveloped her tiny form, and Lydia felt herself being lifted off the ground, her body being pulled back to the totem. She felt a sense of disorientation, her mind reeling as she was revived back at the totem.
As the light faded, Lydia found herself standing in front of the totem, her armor and weapons back on her body. She was still 3 inches tall, but she was alive, and she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Lydia's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with thoughts of Amara and her giant, powerful body. She knew that she had to be careful, that she had to find a way to defeat the Demoness if she was going to survive.
But for now, Lydia just stood there, her eyes fixed on the totem as she tried to process what had just happened. She had been killed, crushed by Amara's powerful orgasm, but she had been revived, brought back to life by some unknown force.
Lydia's eyes flashed with determination, her mind set on one goal: to defeat Amara, to find a way to overcome the Demoness's powerful body and emerge victorious. She was 3 inches tall, but she was not going to let that stop her. She was a warrior, a sellsword, and she was going to fight with every ounce of strength she had.
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As Lydia re-entered the ruins, Amara looked at her with an amused face, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, little sellsword." she said, her voice low and husky. "I see you're back again. The offer still stands, you know. You can be my pet, and I'll take care of you. You'll never have to worry about anything again."
Lydia's face twisted in frustration, her eyes flashing with anger. "What is your deal, anyway?" she asked, her voice tight with irritation. "Why do you keep toying with me like this? Can't you just kill me and get it over with?"
Amara's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, little sellsword." she said. "You're so cute when you're angry. And as for my deal, well... let's just say I have a bit of a fascination with tiny creatures like you. You're so small and weak, and yet you're so determined to fight back. It's really quite... entertaining."
Amara leaned forward, her voice taking on a persuasive tone. "But I'll tell you what, little sellsword. If you agree to be my pet, I'll give you a little village to call your own. You can live there, and I'll make sure you have everything you need. And when I'm bored, I can conjure up tiny monsters for you to fight. You can be a hero, little sellsword, and I'll be your admiring audience."
Lydia's face burned with anger, and she felt a surge of rage at Amara's words. How dare she, Lydia thought. How dare she treat me like this.
With a fierce cry, Lydia charged at Amara, her tiny sword flashing in the dim light of the ruins. But Amara was too quick, and she swiftly picked Lydia up, her giant hand closing around the tiny sellsword like a vice.
Amara looked at Lydia with a sly smile, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I think you've made your choice, little sellsword." she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You chose to be a snack instead of a pet. And now, you're going to be my little morsel."
With that, Amara dropped Lydia into her mouth, her giant tongue closing around the tiny sellsword like a trap. Lydia felt herself enveloped by Amara's warm, wet mouth, and she knew that she was doomed. She was going to be eaten, consumed by the Demoness's insatiable hunger.
As Amara's teeth closed around her, Lydia realized that she had finally met her match. She was no match for the Demoness's power, and she was going to be nothing more than a tiny, insignificant snack. And with that thought, everything surrounding her went black.
As Lydia was preparing herself to be swallowed, she spotted her boot knife on the same tongue as her. It was a small, desperate chance, but she knew she had to take it. As Amara's mouth closed around her, Lydia reached out and grabbed the knife, holding on to it for dear life.
As Amara swallowed, Lydia felt herself being pulled down into the Demoness's throat, the knife clutched tightly in her hand. She fell through the darkness, her stomach lurching as she plummeted into Amara's stomach.
As she landed at the bottom of Amara's stomach, Lydia heard the Demoness's beating heart, a slow and steady thud that seemed to reverberate through her entire body. And at that moment, she got an idea.
Using her knife, Lydia began to climb the walls of Amara's stomach, digging the blade into the soft tissue and pulling herself up. It was a slow and painful process, but she knew she had to keep moving.
As she climbed, Lydia heard Amara's heart beating faster and faster, the Demoness's body beginning to react to the tiny sellsword's presence. And then, finally, Lydia reached the heart itself, a massive and pulsing organ that seemed to fill the entire cavity.
With a fierce cry, Lydia plunged her knife into the heart, stabbing it again and again as Amara's body began to panic. The Demoness's heart was the key to her power, and Lydia knew that if she could destroy it, she could kill the Demoness once and for all.
"NOOOO!" Amara screamed, her voice echoing through the chamber as she felt her heart being destroyed. "YOU CAN'T DEFEAT ME! I'M THE STRONGEST DEMONESS IN THE LAND!"
But Lydia just kept stabbing, her knife slicing through the heart with deadly precision. "You're not the strongest anymore, Amara!" she said, her voice cold and hard. "You're just a monster, and it's time for you to die!"
As Lydia continued to stab the heart, Amara's body began to convulse, her stomach churning and twisting as she felt her life force slipping away. And then, in an instant, Lydia was surrounded by light, teleported back to the chamber where Amara's body lay dying.
The Demoness's body was nothing more than a pile of dust, her heart destroyed, and her power broken. And as Lydia stood there, victorious, she felt a slow enveloping her, a warm and comforting sensation that seemed to fill her entire body.
As the glow faded, Lydia looked down at herself and saw that she was back to her normal size, her 5'5 stature restored. She was whole and complete, her body healed and her spirit renewed.
Amara's dust-covered body began to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "You...you win, Lydia. You're the strongest warrior I've ever met."
Lydia looked down at the dust, a small smile on her face. "It's not about being the strongest, Amara. It's about being brave and never giving up. And I'll never give up, no matter what challenges I face."
As she witnessed Amara’s body disintegrate and blow into the wind, Lydia looked at the set of doors in front of her and walked towards it. The moment she pulled the doors; she was met with a blinding light. There in front of her was a dark blue object floating in front of her that resembled a sphere.
This was the artifact she thought. She then reached out towards it and in that moment, she blacked out.
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Many moons later, a young warrior named Gustave was determined to make his name known across the land. He had heard of a island that had a ruin that contained an artifact of immense power. As Gustave came across the ruins in question, he saw a peculiar structure in front of it: a totem of six stacked skulls which had glowing eyes as he walked in front of it.
As he made his way past the traps leading to the final room, he opened the doors which inside has a large room. On the other side is a female warrior in a robe wielding a sizable sword and shield.
“That’ll be far enough I’m afraid” The woman said. “I can’t exactly let you take the artifact since that would be a problem for me.”
The swordsman looked unfazed as he drew his sword and walks forward. It was then he made his mistake.
The woman removes her robe and reveals her medium armor and begins to walk towards him. The particular woman was a head taller than Gustave was which had him a bit nervous as he was 6 feet tall himself.
“I am Lydia the brave” The woman bellowed “ And you will not leave here in victory.”
The swordsman readied himself for battle and began his approach. Meanwhile, Lydia was readying the spell to afflict her new opposition with the very curse she had before becoming the Artifact’s new guardian.
This shall be fun,she thought with a grin on her face.