Diaz Nobody Chapter 1

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Diaz Nobody
Marco faced many battles in a domain not his own where time and space shift in insane ways. The hunk of a man he was, was returned to the youth he was. In his heart that spirit and life remained. So when the Darkness take his heart it creates a nobody of his macho self. He has the instincts of a hunter and no attachments a perfect general for the nobody. The Light and Dark forces have a real problem as Diaz is happy to claim and dominate. Macro Muscle Size difference Marco/Harem

Chapter 1

It happened so fast, when the Darkness came and attacked Mewni. Even with magic Mewni was all but defenseless, the army that invaded was unlike anything that had been seen before.

Even the monsters were no match for their number and strength. Their true terror was their ability to take hearts. They could swarm a target and rip out the hearts, causing the physical form to be turned to a shadow-like dust.

No one knew who ordered the attack or the commanders of this army, these terrors simply appeared and began to bring Mewni to it’s knees.

Mewni’s domain wasn’t a vast one, but it was full of untapped magic. This pool of magic power was coveted and wished to be used by the Darkness. Mewni didn’t have a specific keyhole, it’s use of dimensional scissors made the veil of the world VERY weak.

This domain had branched off into many others, dimensions without a core of their own but were tethered to Mewni itself. There was even an “Earth” similar to other Earths in other domains.

One dimension was one where time flowed very differently, seconds in Mewni’s world could be years in this place. Marco Diaz had gone to this world after losing his friend Sun’s Dimensional Scissors.

Sun was a prince of Mewni, who was a bit too rambunctious and wild, so he was sent to Earth to get some control. The two had battled many evils together and crossed into all manner of different dimensions.

Marco spent many years trying to get the scissors back. He grew older, stronger, getting a fantastic bod, while having all manner of life changing experiences. When he got the scissors back and returned…

He was back to how he was before he left. All the muscle and years gone in an instant. Only the experience lingered on his soul. If he returned to that world he’d return to how he was there. He felt...detached from the world he knew…

It was odd, but this was his life now.

This tale is important to the events that transpired, Marco had come to be a knight of Mewni and had fought against the monsters known as Heartless. Even with weapons enchanted by Sun’s magic the Heartless seemed endless.

Normal blades and attacks couldn’t do anything to them.

Sun and the other magic users took to the front lines, trying to hold off the endless waves. The blonde prince did everything he could to give his people time to evacuate. There were dangers on the front lines. “Sun!”

A heartless charged at him, and in a brief moment he nearly got his heart ripped out. Marco jumped in the way and his heart got stolen. “Marco!”

Now a funny thing about what happens after a heart is taken by darkness. The body and soul are broken down and reform elsewhere, creating a new being called a Nobody. Weak who are killed become lower ranked Nobodies their forms becoming similar to the Heartless, but when the strong are taken...a higher quality nobody is born.

Marco Diaz turned to dust, his body and soul vanishing into the ether. Now, Marco’s soul retained the experience he had from the time distorted world, so when the body of the Nobody was formed it took the look of his other self.

Now...what happened to the original Marco Diaz? Sun snapped and was able to retrieve his heart, using magic he was able to reconstruct a body from his heart. Marco was alive again, but this didn’t undo what had been done a Nobody had been born.

-x-

Diaz Nobody was born, naked, in a vast sea of darkness. ‘Where am I?’ He ran his hand through his thick locks. ‘Who am I?’ His memories were all scrambled.

A fuzzy memory of someone calling his name, the first part was all blurred out but he heard the second half. ‘Diaz...I’m Diaz!’

He was tall, had thick brown locks, and chocolate brown eyes, he had a rugged look to him with a five o’ clock shadow. All of Marco’s training and experience was evident in his body.

Diaz had broad shoulders with thick arms, he had massive beefy pecs, and a rocking 8-pack abs. The man had thick hips, with powerful thighs, the years of wondering through wastelands made his legs very toned and strong. Marco was a martial artist, a skilled user in karate, the memory of his training remained in the body allowing his muscles to be limber and flexible.

His assets were prominent, with a cock that hung low with such a mighty girth, his foreskin covered his head and his massive balls hung below. Marco had many experiences in the time distorted realm, including those of the intimate kind.

Marco’s desire to hunt and survive were passed on to his nobody. So Diaz was a mighty hunter at birth. With his memories a mess he lacked any attachments. What he did have was skills, as he manifested a magical sword, a scissor blade. The core was a crescent moon, with a red jewel in the center, from the jewel were jet black demon wings.

When the core burst the weapon became a dual wield one. As a Nobody he gained a magic all his own. ‘I guess I need some clothes.’ He ran his hands through the dark void and the darkness shifted and formed a robe for him. “This will do.” He put it on, but ended up ripping off the sleeves.

Where he was, the space between spaces, the Shadow Void, seemingly endless and potentially a prison for some. The Shadow Void existed outside of time. For Diaz Nobody this was no trouble at all. Using his Scissor Blade, he was able to cut open a portal in space. “I’m out of here!” His weapon’s elemental nature was Dimension.

With his unique powers, Diaz was able to pass into any world he so wished regardless if the keyhole was open or not. It also allowed him to return to the Shadow Void any time he wished. This was a dangerous power. Normally one would have to travel through the Corridor of Darkness to go from one world to another, they were dangerous for normal humans to travel through them.

Diaz could freely travel to any world he wished, he could also open a portal at random and end up in any world at any time…

-x-

As it stood, the Nobodies were rejected by the Light, but were not allies of the Darkness either. A figure clad in black and another figure clad in white were gazing at a board with many pieces in play. “It seems a wild card has appeared.”

“A nobody, nothing special.”

“You won’t try to tempt him to your side?”

“If I can use him I will, but if he stands in my way he’ll be eliminated.”

“You shouldn’t underestimate the Nobodies, their existence is...unique…”

“Whatever, it seems he’s making his own move.”

“Where did he end up?”

-x-

Diaz didn’t know where he ended up, but found himself in a small little village. He wondered around seeing a bunch of strange people. They seemed rather transfixed about a boy who was simply enamored with a book.

The nobody spotted something familiar to him, a tavern! He waltzed in and got a table, ordering plenty of food and drink. “Who’s he?”

“I’ve never seen him before.”

“Looks shady…”

“What’s with that cloak?”

“What’s with those muscles?”

‘I guess these people will gossip about just anyone it seems.’ Diaz ate and drank, wracking up quite the tab.

A large man accompanied by a short man entered the tavern. Focus immediately fell on him, the man was dressed as a hunter, wearing a red tight shirt with a yellow collar, he had yellow hunting gloves, with tight dark pants and knee high boots. He was quite muscular, he had men offering to buy him drinks and women were swooning at the sight of him.

It seems he was in a sour mood, he had asked the boy from earlier to marry him, and was rejected. His little friend was trying to cheer him up, talking this guy up and feeding his ego. “Oh what a guy that Gaston!”

“What a chump.” Diaz muttered and took a drink of his booze.

“Did you say something stranger?” Gaston walked over to him.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

“Who are you?”

“Nobody of importance. The name is Diaz, you could say I’m a hunter of sorts.”

“Ha, well Gaston is the greatest hunter in the whole world!” Gaston smirked at the praise. “No beast alive stands a chance against him, no boy or girl either for that matter.”

Gaston flexed his muscles, and some girls fainted and some guys gushed at the sight.

“Maybe, but there is one boy who’s not interested in your muscles. Seems you missed your shot.” Diaz teased. Gaston glared at him but it had no effect. “Are those muscles just for show or can you put your money where your mouth is?”

Gaston cracked his knuckles. “A fight?”

“Something like that, have you ever heard of arm wrestling?”

Gaston folded his arms. “Of course I have, I’ll have you know I’m undefeated.”

Diaz smirked. “Really, then how about a gentleman’s wager then. I’ve raised quite the tab here, if I win I’d like you to pay it.”

“What if I win?”

“If you win, I’ll yell you how to win the heart of that boy you set your sight on.”

“Gaston doesn’t need any help!”

“Quiet LeFou!” The small man covered his mouth. Gaston stroked his chin in contemplation. ‘Perhaps I did go after Bell the wrong way, could this stranger really know how to win Bell’s heart?’

He had plenty of money to burn, but insight into that strange boy might be worth the risk. “You’re on!”

The two sat across from each other arms in the ready position. They clasped hands and Gaston tried to give Diaz’s hand a squeeze, but the Nobody simply yawned. “Ready?” Gaston flexed. “Set!” Diaz got ready. “Go!”

Gaston pushed expecting to slam the hand on the table but Diaz’s hand didn’t move. He pushed and pushed until he was red in the face. “Is that all you got, oh well.” Slam!

The great Gaston lost. “Owner, this man will be covering my tab.”

“Hold on!” Gaston rubbed his wrist. “Best two out of three.” Diaz smirked.

“Okay!” As soon as the word Go came. Slam!

Gaston lost again. ‘How…’ He couldn’t believe this and neither could the others in the room. Gaston had been beaten? Impossible!

“Best two out of three, pleasure doing business with you.”

“Hold on!” Gaston’s pride refused to let this go down. “Another game.”

“Very well, what will you bet this time?” Gaston dropped a bag of gold.

“Alright then!” Gaston was slammed over and over again, the muscular man was being overwhelmed at every turn. He even tried to cheat and get him before the Go was called and nothing.

His gold was handed over, but Gaston refused to let this go. He may have been out of money so he bet the clothes off his back. Match by match, he lost it all.

Diaz took him for everything, even his fancy silk undies.

Gaston was jacked, he was even capable of wrestling a bear. All his strength seemed irrelevant to this mysterious stranger. He was blessed with quite some manly hair, from his pits, to his chest, to his treasure trail that ran down to his crotch where it was crowned. It seemed he oiled his arms and legs cause they were silky smooth.

His heavy balls were out and dangling, with his pride and joy out for all to see. He was naked, ass out, the people here couldn’t help but laugh.

Gaston’s face grew red, a mix of embarrassment and anger. “One more round!”

“You’re broke and naked, you got nothing left to bet!”

“Of course I do!” One hand slapped his ass, while the other pounded his chest. “I’ll bet my body!”

“Gaston what are you thinking?!” Lefou gasped.

“Be quiet!” Gaston snapped. “One more round winner takes all!”

Something inside Diaz buzzed in delight, he was enjoying this, and what’s more he was enjoying the idea of claiming this man.

“Fine one more round, you lose, your ass belongs to me.” Gaston must have been under the impression this was only for a night, he was wrong.

Gaston took his position, and at the call of go he put all his strength into it. His muscles bulged out as he exuded so much strength. He managed to push Diaz back if only a little, but couldn’t get the slam.

It was Diaz’s turn to flex, as his arm muscles bulged and wham! Gaston was slammed down, the table broke and his ass was laid out. “I told you I was a hunter of sorts, and it looks like I found my kind of prey.”

‘I lost...how could I lose...I’m Gaston...I’m the best...I...I...lost…’ He lay there panting, listening to the laughter and jeering. It was humiliating, but as much as he was mortified he felt a stirring in his loins.

Everyone saw Gaston’s cock rise, and that brought about gasps and more laughter. He was called a pervert and a deviant, it seems Gaston had caused plenty of ill will, and in his weakened state the bottled up feelings were let loose.

Some men got to say what they really thought of him, calling him a cheat and a cad which he was. It was true no man in town was as strong as Gaston or as good with a weapon so Gaston had the run of the town, doing whatever he wanted without consequence. To make matters worse he had people stroke his ego.

Gaston took what he wanted, which included sons, daughters, husbands, and wives. No one dared breathed a word of ill towards Gaston or risk being used for hunting practice. Watching him lose the clothes off his back, getting beaten again and again was really cathartic.

The saddest part is Gaston believed his own hype, he thought he was this perfect specimen the pinnacle of manliness, he thought he was positively beloved by all in town.

“On your feet!” Diaz ordered. “We’ll be going now.”

The hairy male did as he was told, rising to his feet, his hard cock pointing forward. The laughter followed him out, ringing in his ears as he was marched naked through the street. He was defeated and not only that it had aroused him. ‘He beat me, I the mightiest hunter have become prey…’

He would be the talk of all the gossip in town tomorrow and for days to come.

Lefou was stunned, the man he admired and loved so much was just made a fool of. He raced out to stop them but by the time he did, the two were already gone. “Gaston!”

Diaz had brought Gaston to the Shadow Void, taking him from his time and story. Bell would come to meet a beast, and the two would fall in love, without Gaston’s interference, the two would consummate their love, with Bell coming to love Beast’s beastly dick!

To be continued