"The Demon"
A title that should only be given to someone who is absolutely terrible.
In a game where the main enemies are literal demons from hell you wouldn't expect a human to be the holder of the title.
Luther Wright would be the exception.
Head of The Faceless criminal organization he was known to swiftly kill anyone who got in the way of their goals. Stories of his brutality were quietly whispered because it was rumored he had ears everywhere.
He was one of the two main enemies in the game "Hell's Assault" and was said to be on par with the Demon Lord himself. Throughout the game The Faceless would appear and create conflicts.
You as the player would have to defeat them. You would have to defeat all of The Faceless until you eventually fought Luther himself.
His fight was... Nearly impossible.
Players struggled for months after the DLC for the Luther boss fight was released before someone actually managed to defeat him.
His damage wasn't insanely high or anything. He was different from all the other boss fights the players had encountered so far because of his crippling debuffs.
Players collected as much debuff resistance items as possible to counter it but it didn't work. The community theorized for months until someone posted something.
[Luther Wright Easter Egg]
Adaaaam52: Below is a video of me defeating Luther. I was doing a pacifist run and took one of The Faceless bosses as my party member. Instead of the normal dialogue to start the fight a new cinematic played. Luther refused to fight and surrendered. I didn't actually beat the fight but at least I cleared it lol.
LutherWorldFirst.mp4
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The post blew up. Becoming the top post in less than an hour. Players quickly reset their games and the strategy quickly became that you needed at least one of the bosses from The Faceless as your party member when you started the Luther fight.
For some unknown reason the fight would be skipped after a few lines of dialogue.
Luther: "I won't raise my hand against one of my own. I just hope you are making the right choice. Don't forget your 'dream'."
Then he would allow the player to cut off their head without any resistance. It was a bitter tasting achievement for the community but with all the new story that was opened up by defeating Luther he was quickly forgotten.
Players tried to go back to find a way to beat his boss fight but no one was able to do it.
After a while no one bothered anymore.
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A door slammed open that caused me to force my eyes open and sit up abruptly.
I looked around and found myself in a filthy alley.
I grabbed my head as it felt like it was going to split open.
"ARGGHHH!"
I clenched my teeth so hard I began to feel blood flow from my gums but I didn't care. I writhed on the ground in agony until a few minutes passed and it finally felt like I could relax without the threat of dying.
I exhaled deeply. Opening my eyes slowly clarity started to return to them. I raised my hand and looked at the back of it.
A small fragile little hand.
Not the kind of hand that should belong to a 24 year old man.
However I wasn't confused anymore.
I raised myself up and took another look around me. This time I knew what was going on.
I was a nameless orphan in the world of Andrisil.
I was also a 24 year old man from Earth.
'Possession.'
A common theme for fantasy where a soul from one world inhabits the body of another world.
Maybe it was because I was just relieved to be free from the pain of the memories forcibly being injected into my brain but I took the situation quite well.
I was an orphan, sure, but I wasn't the same one from before. I was an adult in a child's body. Also I was familiar with this world.
Hell's Assault.
A game I had played extensively and knew virtually everything about. At least everything that was discovered. The game was so detailed and fleshed out that there were possibly millions of details players hadn't discovered.
But I was at least glad to be in a world I knew something about.
The only problem was that I didn't know who I was. In all the memories I inherited I didn't have a name. I had lived on the street for as long as I could remember. A truly pitiful life.
I stood up and walked towards a puddle on the ground.
I looked at my reflection.
Small brown eyes, curly brown hair and soft features. I was a cute kid. Although I was incredibly dirty right now. I got the feeling I would at least turn out with decent looks.
Every advantage helps.
I walked out of the alley I was in and began walking. I was currently in the city of Drenched and knew there were two ways to make money as a child.
The first was to beg. A valid path but not one I wanted to take right now.
Being a cute kid came with it's own dangers.
Murderers, pedophiles, and traffickers.
So how would I deal with those threats? Simple.
Get a bigger threat.
I pushed open a heavy wooden door with my shoulder.
I stepped in. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark room, but when it did I noticed everyone inside was staring at me.
Men with scars across their face, cigars, and some with low pulled hoods obscuring their faces.
I ignored them and walked up to the bar counter.
A big fat woman spit into a wooden mug and rubbed it with a rag.
"I don't do free drinks."
I raised my eyebrow.
"Shouldn't you not serve children in general?"
The woman's expression turned to shit.
"I could care less what you drink as long as you're paying. If you're not then you're a waste of space in my bar. Now leave."
She turned her head and gave a nod towards an equally large man at the end of the bar. He walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. It was enormous compared to my small shoulder but that wasn't my concern. Instead I was more worried about the slight pressure he applied to his grip that almost made me cry out in pain.
However I held it in because I knew that in this world weakness meant death.
I glanced up at him before turning back to the woman.
"I have some valuable information I want to sell."
The woman raised her eyebrow.
"What could a little piss stain like you know that is worth anything?"
"The city guards are going to raid your stash house in District 4 tonight."
The grip on my shoulder suddenly tightened and I felt a slight crunch as my shoulder dislocated. I couldn't help it and winced in pain. Groaning as I glared at the man with his hand on my shoulder.
The woman's expression was now serious as she set down the mug she was 'cleaning' and leaned towards me.
"Can you take responsibility for what you just said?"
I felt the grip tighten once more but I held firm.
"Yes."
I growled through gritted teeth.
"How could you possibly know about it?"
"I overheard a drunk guard talking about the raid! Ugh! They said something about waiting for Micah to leave for his sister's wedding and then they would make a move!"
At this point the pain had gotten so bad I couldn't afford the tough guy act. I desperately tried to loosen the grip on my shoulders by pulling on his fingers but they held strong like a vice grip.
I looked at the woman with a panicked expression. However she just looked down at me. Evaluating the value of what I just said.
My shoulder started to feel like it was going to be ripped off my body she finally spoke.
"Let him go Fern."
The grip immediately let go and I collapsed to the floor with sweat dripping down my forehead. Labored breaths escaped my body just as fast as I desperately sucked it back in.
I clutched my limply hanging arm until I felt a large hand suddenly yank me to my feet again. I looked up at the fat woman.
"You're going to stay here until we test your little theory. And if you're wrong."
She grabbed me by the throat with a speed I couldn't imagine someone as big as her having and snarled in my face.
"You will be sold to the highest bidder with the darkest fantasy on the continent."
Sweat dripped down my face but a flip seemed to switch in my head. I was nervous, sure, but I also felt a wave of conviction flood my mind.
"If I'm right you give me a job. Spying on people, being a drug mule, even murder. I'll do whatever puts food in my belly."
There was silence for a moment before the whole bar broke into laughter.
"You got balls kid!"
"Hahah! I remember when I said those same words when I was younger!"
I looked around confused as the patrons went back to their own business and things seemed to have gone back to normal.
The fat woman raised her chin towards Fern and I was dropped to stand on my own two feet.
"Follow me kid."
She lifted the bar till and went through a swinging door to the back of the building. I followed her while clutching my arm and I watched as Fern left the building.
'Must be on his way to talk to the people guarding the stash house... God I hope his fat ass gets there in time and they believe me. Otherwise...'
The door I walked through led me down a hallway. Following the woman she pushed open one of the doors and gestured for me to go in. Feeling nervous but not having much of a choice I walked into the room.
Then I realized what the room was.
"Take a seat. I'll heal that arm."
'Oh... Maybe she isn't so bad?'
That was until I sat down and felt her tightly grip my arm.
"Hold still now. I'm not that good at this."
Then she popped my arm back into the socket with enough force to lift me off the table.
"AHHHHHHHH!"