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_Time for a new chapter to go online. Killer and Alexis are angry, for good reasons, and this time they are going to give the tiny mortals a reminder about who has the power. If you like godlike power, macro sizes, size difference, and everything else you've grown to expect from Legend, i trust that you will enjoy the ride. Comments, as always, are welcome and indeed encouraged. Do let me know what you think. _

The Mortal plane is withering and dying, chocked by hellish corruption and devastated by the rampaging armies of the Underworld. Yet, even while demons roam the earth, mortals still wage war on one another. For the Amon Ra, the only way out is...

*Chapter 73 - Conquering a world in ruins *

Killer and Alexis sat on either side of Mriya's bed for many hours. How many, they had no idea, nor they cared to discover. They looked at each other for support, but their voices were dead in their throats and very few words were spoken, even when Vesta, Ira and the others visited and tried to bring their comfort. The two lovers did their best to speak a few words and appear confident only when Anubis came to see his beloved "big" sister. They had the same age, actually, but he always called her big sis because physically she was the greatest and the strongest of them.

Other than the short time spent with Anubis, Killer and Alexis remembered very little of the days that came and went away, unregistered and unnoticed. They did not eat, they did not rest, only clinging desperately to their daughter as if they could keep the life trapped into her body with their hugs and with the contact of their hands on hers.

Diana had worked as quickly as she could to remove the remains of the massive dart that had struck Mriya and sunk deep into her flesh, almost ripping her left hip right off. The "poison", as she called it for lack of a better word, though, was an even more complicated matter. Whatever it was made of, it seemed to be able to imbue each and every kind of tissue, contaminating cell after cell and viciously devouring elements of the DNA, altering the attributes of the victim from within. There seemed to be no way to filter it out of an infected system: even the machine that could suck Unworld residue out of blood was insufficient to truly deal with this other mysterious and fearsome substance. The blood could be purified somewhat, but the "infection" continued to spread through bones and tissues, making it almost pointless. The blood ended up contaminated again, faster than it could be purified.

Removing the bullet had been the easy part, but it had achieved little, even through Diana had healed the princess's hip, helping Mriya's own regeneration, which had resumed working after the would had been properly cleaned from the poison. Diana's healing magic had done the rest, completely rebuilding bone, muscle and flesh, leaving behind only a faintly visible scar, but they all knew that the wound wasn't the real problem: even with it healed, Mriya was still very much in the anteroom of death, with no clear way out to pursue.

Diana had done all she could, attempted everything, talked to all her most experienced colleagues and to anyone who had a suggestion to give, urgently calling in even Raphael himself, the Arkangel of healing and patrol of all healers, that had been her mentor. Even the black bear, however, had been unable to find a solution, in spite of his role as bringer of health and despite his name literally translating into "God heals".

God had not healed Mriya, and it seemed like he never would, leaving Killer and Alexis lost in a nightmare that sent tears streaking down their cheeks and put tremors into their powerful, massive bodies.

They were barely aware of what happened around them, and only occasionally heard the words of comfort offered to them, or any other thing anyone said around them. Unless the phrase had directly to do with Mriya, their brains pretty much refused to bother.

Eventually, Zachariel had arrived as well, but when he had entered Mriya's room, Killer and Alexis had slowly turned to face him and then, in unison, had sprung to their feet with roars of fury, almost assaulting him physically, forcing Ira and Vesta to step forwards to forcefully restrain them and shout explanations and reassurances that, after a while, had calmed the two desperate parents.

Their sudden fury, apparently purely insane, was actually a product of fear and despair: the gentle palomino horse Arkangel was the angel of Surrender, a helper tasked with soothing the pain and shock of death. His role was to help mortals have a soft, peaceful end by convincing them to let go of their ties and bonds with the mortal plane, to serenely accept the passage to the existence beyond death. Seeing him entering the room had awakened tremendous, uncontrollable fears in both Killer and Alexis, who had thought his arrival signified the beginning of the end for Mriya.

Zachariel, however, quietly and patiently managed to reassure them, promising that he had intervened only to offer his advice and help find a cure, if it existed.

Katy had refused to leave and get back home at the sundown of the first day, like it had been planned. She insisted that she would not abandon her father and her half-sister in the hour of need and promised to provide all the assistance she could. Obviously, though, staying in Eaglenest, close to her father, for longer than had been agreed with her mother was anathema, and Sylvia had waited less than two full hours before heading to the castle's gates, threatening to storm the fortress to get her daughter back home, safe and sound. Sylvia was convinced that the hours of delay to Katy's expected return home were due to her father chaining her into a dungeon as a sex slave or something else just as depraved and monstrous, and her fears did not go away when Katy ran to the entrance to greet her, asking for permission to stay longer.

Sylvia was awestruck by Katy's request, and she reacted on a mix of fear and rage, shouting that Killer was merely trying to dupe her and that she should not let his words enchant her.

Katy had faced her mother's objections with kindness at first, then with increasing firmness in what became a long and complex battle of words at the gates of Eaglenest. For perhaps the first time in all her life Katy ended up arguing violently with Sylvia when she stubbornly refused to believe that Killer was doing nothing to "corrupt" or endanger her in any way.

The clash had gotten violent enough that Vesta, albeit very reluctantly, had donned up another full-length tunic, preparing to step between them to try and reassure the angry, scared mother... but Katy, with tears streaking her cheeks, had simply dragged her mother to the threshold of the hospital room where Mriya was in coma. Vesta had followed them, ready to silence Sylvia in case she continued to shout, because Killer and Alexis's fury would have likely been fearsome had she disturbed their daughter in any way, but her intervention in the end was not required, because the woman trusted her daughter enough to give her a chance... and when she looked into the hospital room, Sylvia fell silent for good, leaning against the frame of the door with a little gasp of shock, disbelief and sincere sadness. She was amazed by the sight of Killer's sorrow and by the complete, utter devotion he showed for his suffering daughter, and she stood there for a long, long time, watching him and Alexis guarding over their precious little girl, pulling her back from the brink of dead again and again and again. Killer never even noticed Sylvia's presence, and she did nothing to get him to look at her, but she did not leave, eventually just sitting down in a chair that Vesta quietly brought forwards.

Katy had immediately been authorized to stay, and after thanking her mother she had rushed back into the laboratory to help Diana with the research, leaving Sylvia thoughtfully, disbelievingly studying the side of Killer that she had never had the luck to discover before.

Gaia, Vesta, Ira and Katy had joined the two Arkangels and Diana, giving their best to find a solution and to find it quickly. Their combined brains, wisdom and experience were pretty much unrivalled, but even so they had been unable to come up with any real solution. They had attempted to come up with new purification methods, based on magic or on machinery or on a combination of the two, but nothing seemed to work. Mriya was still alive just because of the efforts of Killer and Alexis, who took turns in rebuilding and regenerating her DNA, pouring divine strength and vital force into her, restoring the attributes that the poison continued to cancel.

Killer and Alexis were forced to stare at their beloved daughter as her body aged and shrunk and shriveled before their eyes: they restored her beauty, her musculature, her life force, but the tremendous poison rapidly took them all away again, forcing them to repeat the entire operation.

Killer had lost count of how many times Mriya's beautiful hair had turned white and dead; of how many times her eyes had become just pits of lifeless whiteness, and every time it happened it felt like someone was driving spears and axes right into his heart.

Restoring Mriya's DNA was demanding: it required enormous amounts of force, and both Killer and Alexis were running dangerously low on energy after doing it so many times. None of the two wanted to admit it or even think about it, because the moment they finished their reserves could easily become Mriya's end. Ira and Vesta and the other goddesses could step in and offer their own energy, but that would only gain them a bit of extra time without changing the basic truth: they could not continue to rebuilt Mriya's godhood and life force from scratch over and over again. Eventually, their juice would run out, and if the poison was still undefeated by then... Killer gritted his teeth and repressed a shiver, closing his eyes in horror, slapping the thought away, trying to hide it in the darkest, deepest pit within his mind.

While Killer and Alexis took care of Mriya, the clock continued to tick onwards and the Mortal world, deprived of its most powerful protectors, fell rapidly apart.

Vesta, Ira and Gaia, having eventually realized that they had nothing more to give in terms of ideas for countering the poison, had left and rushed to the mortal world, leading their heavenly legions to fight back the hordes of demons that continued to pour out of eight major and uncountable minor portals.

The gigantic black vortex that had swallowed and destroyed most of Kendrew was only one of eight such breaches in reality: according to Vesta's analysis, those large breaches had been ripped open directly by the seven Princes of Hell, with the eight opened by the High King, Satan in person.

It wasn't clear yet if the Princes themselves had stepped into the Mortal world: the reports were exceptionally poor of details and confusion ruled supreme. In general, where the Princes went, such destruction followed that very few witnesses could be found, and those that remained were usually horrendously scarred in their minds as well as in their bodies.

For sure, the Princes' personal armies were marching out of the breaches and running their fast paced, aggressive campaigns of annihilation and conquest. The demons had pinned special attentions on the far north: apart from Kendrew's breach, another had opened in the suburbs of Kesteven; another had appeared on the rocky coast of Syrane, right in the face of the home ports of the Empire's north fleet: Faslane and Devonport were only a short few miles away, across the narrow strait that separated Kesteven's northern coast and the margin of the arctic's frozen expanses.

As if that wasn't enough still, another enormous vortex had swallowed most of the structures of the uranium mines of Syrtis, in the icy tundra to the north of Glacial, Alexis's homeland. From there, the demons were swarming into Glacial, moving south like an unstoppable, devastating tsunami wave.

The largest of all the dark portals had opened in the vast, icy expanses of the North Pole itself, far away from any form of civilization. Vesta was incredibly puzzled by the location chosen by Satan, so far away from any obvious rich target ripe for plunder: the High King of the Underworld was known for many things, but not for prudence, so that it was hard to imagine him wanting to have a secure foothold in the mortal plane, far away from the mortal armies. With the extent of his powers and the size of his horde of beasts, he certainly did not fear any mortal army, no matter how technologically advanced.

There had to be another reason for such a weird choice for entry, but nobody had a clue about what it might be. The sixth portal had opened in the north-eastern quadrant of Ire, not far from the shores of the Abukirk Sea, which meant that the hordes emerging there could not only pummel Ire, the largest and most powerful of the mortal nations, but also head for Rodney and Barrow, the two southern ports of Killer's kingdom, potentially trapping the Southern Fleet in its harbors.

The seventh portal had opened in the island-continent of Ural, in the western half of the world, and the eight had breached reality in the middle of the vast archipelago of Java, in the eastern half.

The Northern Empire was completely surrounded, and from their portals the hordes could strike out in every direction, which they immediately did: Hell had had thousands of years to prepare its armies for this invasion, and they had made good use of every minute. Demons surged out of the portals at an amazing rhythm, new divisions steadily marching out and stomping their way all over each and every defence line the mortals attempted to set up.

Java, already badly maimed by the earlier, far smaller demonic incursions, was overrun in a matter of hours. It had been a powerful, rich and technologically advanced country, but nothing of what it could field could withstand the destructive power of the most powerful demons, who had made a mockery of the island's fortified tower-towns, immense structures which climbed miles into the sky, effectively made up by several cities built upon "plates" of synthetic land suspended in a stack between colossal tower-supports.

Ural and Dacca, the island continents of the West, were already in tatters and promised to collapse soon; Ire itself was steadily losing terrain and the smaller ones between the tiger kingdoms were destroyed rapidly: no matter how imposing and strong the tigers were by mortal standards, they weren't a match for the demons, especially not in a melee fight. The strict adherence to tradition which saw most of those kingdoms still clinging to middle age uses and habits and to sword, spears and bows as the only weapons of war became a factor accelerating their demise.

The Northern Empire, Killer and Alexis's reign, was immediately swarmed over with untold fury, but it managed to put up a valiant fight, not unsurprisingly as it had the best troops and the best preparation for the rigors of "demonic warfare". The divisions of mortal Predators, besides, had immediately been reinforced by the XXX Legio, the Victrix, led by William and composed by powerful, muscular, massive tiger Arkangels which had been Predators in their mortal life.

For the Victrix legio it was a return home, and every single soldier was ready to give its everything in order to defend the ever loved, never forgotten homeland.

The dark portals were spewing out far more and far worse than "just" hordes of demons: the thick hellish corruption flowing out of the breaches was literally reshaping the world. In many areas of the world it was already impossible to see the Sun, forever hidden by a thick black fog crackling with crimson energy. Without the Sun, the grass and the plants and vegetation of all kinds were all condemned, and already the trees could be seen tormented and afflicted by the black poison. The temperatures did not drop, however, but rather increased dramatically as dark hellfire scorched entire countries, turning the planet pitch black and crimson. The dark portal at the North Pole was rapidly melting all of the ice away, causing untold billions of liters of extra water to raise the level of the oceans and seas, washing away entire coastal regions and drowning entire towns.

The corruption was poisoning everything, and new and devastating epidemics were spreading among the mortals, killing thousands and horribly mutating many more.

The black fog was poisoning the waters and turning the ground into a blackened, dead dust that could not support any kind of cultivation or mortal life form. The dead, instead, were rising en masse from their graves and from the streets. Each mortal killed by the demons climbed back to its feet as an undead or ghoul within half an hour, meaning that there was an ever growing armada of mindless, flesh-hungry beasts stalking the ever rarer survivors.

At the end of the first day, half of the global population had already been destroyed and dozens of countries had already ceased to exist. The intervention of Vesta, Ira and the others, along with their own Legions of Seraphims, had been decisive in slowing down and sometimes stopping the march of the demons. The Seraphims were now proceeding to set up "fortresses" in defensible positions which could be used to protect as many mortals as possible, to ensure that there would be a tomorrow for all species and civilizations. Enormous masses of refugees were making their way towards the empire's borders, hoping to find a safe shelter within Killer's reign, and the roads were completely clogged with people, making it impossible for mortal troops to move around with any degree of speed and order.

Feeding and sheltering all of the refugees was a problem that gave literal nightmares to the Empire's officers: there simply would never be enough of anything. Producing food in particular was rapidly becoming a very serious problem: without sunlight, agriculture was condemned to disaster, and that meant heading straight into famine in a very short timeframe. Medicines were also in short supply, and they had already been before the Great Invasion began. Earlier movements of people escaping from other countries, deemed unsafe, to move closer to Killer and Alexis and the protection they represented, had already caused a grave crisis in the Northern Empire. The army had been given the thankless task of filtering the masses pushing at the borders, letting in only those who could be useful and keeping the others out. A horrible job, which effectively amounted to a power of life or death that had driven many soldiers into deep depression... while others had abused of that power, letting in extra people in exchange for economic, sexual or other favors. Killer had inflicted exemplary punishments to those criminals when they had been caught, but the temptation was so great that every now and then someone dared defying his will again.

The Great Invasion, however, had made things infinitely worse, forcing every last soldier into the fight and completely destroying all borders and checkpoints. Refugees now were disorderly flooding the country, heading for the strongholds set up by the Predators and by the heavenly Legions. They were often slaughtered on the way, by demons, by sickness, by the undead, by the hostile, supernatural weather and by the poisonous fog, but many others would suddenly bang at the gates of the strongholds, begging for help and for protection.

Even as the apocalypse unfolded with such cruelty and violence, several governments around the world had come up with no better idea that denouncing the Northern Empire as responsible of the disaster, moving their fleets and troops towards the borders of the kingdom to invade it, while raining missiles all over it. Since they could not achieve anything against the supernatural power of the demons, politicians still obsessed by the need to secure popularity for themselves had begun appointing the blame and directed their countries' military might and rage against other mortals. Killer's troops were made of physically imposing tigers that towered above all other mortals; they were also well armed and well equipped with cutting edge technology, but they were rivals that could be conquered, albeit with difficulty. Achieving something against them was better, to the minds of many politicians, than achieving nothing against the demons.

Ire's enormous fleet of warships had been reinforced by the much smaller but extremely potent and technologically advanced navy of Lunis, and several other countries had added their own vessels, putting together a formidable armada that was sailing up the Abukirk Sea to blockade the southern shores of the Empire. The massive salvo of cruise missiles that Alexis had crushed out of existence with her psychic force came from the combined fleet, and the warships carried many more rounds, as well as heavy artillery that could strike targets several miles inshore once the ships were in the littoral area.

Admiral "Sandy" Woodward, who had played such an important role in the campaign for the liberation of Glacial, was now in charge of the Empire's navy as a whole, and he had thankfully had a timely "presentiment" of what would happen. Acting swiftly, he had revoked all leaves, calling back all sailors, and ordered all ships and submarines to leave port as soon as they could, with no exceptions: within hours, all vessels had left the ports, both in the North and in the South, leaving behind only the ships which had been dry-docked for maintenance and were not in the condition of being swiftly refloated and re-stored.

He had boarded the empire's lone aircraft carrier with the members of his staff that were ready, ordering the others to prepare with all speed and then fly out directly to the carrier, which was to serve as flagship.

His aim was to gain the open seas and vanish, literally. All ships were ordered to observe a strict, no-exceptions radio silence. Electronic emission control was also extremely tight, meaning that only the indispensable sensors were kept active, with all other radars operating in passive mode only, so that the enemy systems would have no signal to intercept and locate.

Keeping the radars in passive mode meant being nearly blind and incapable to guide missiles against incoming threats, but on the other hand made them almost invisible, electronically speaking. Enemy ships would have to sail relatively close to be able to pick them up on radar, and to do so they would have to irradiate a lot of electronic signals, that Sandy's vessels could hear from a safe distance. It was the radar's eternal Achilles' heel: radar pulses can usually be "heard" at greater distances than their useful targeting range. In practice, the radar pulse generates a clear return only from a certain distance, but the electronic noise they make travels quite a lot farther, and can be heard by adequate passive sensors.

Sandy was very thankful for the stealthy design of his modern ships, which would further reduce the enemy's detection range, but he was faced with the problem of older vessels being much easier to "paint" with a radar pulse.

Eventually, he decided to form two groups of ships: the modern ones, and the old ones. The sailors on the older vessels were advised to be extra careful, because they were the most vulnerable and exposed. They had to keep a fair distance away from the main body, because they might otherwise reveal its whereabouts to the enemy. His small but potent surface fleet, sailing in complete radio silence and communicating only through light signals and messages physically carried from ship to ship by helicopter, slipped unseen out of its ports and gained the open sea, carefully avoiding contact with any other ship, taking great pains to avoid the normal routes and deviating well clear of any and every radar signal, even when they came from merchant vessels. They slowly, carefully cruised out at sea, listening to electronic emissions coming from other vessels and maneuvering around the sources in order to stay out of detection range.

Sandy's presentiment was much more than just a feeling: his own suspects had been decisively reinforced by a shapeshifter angel sent to him by Killer when the god was still in Heaven. The angel, replacing for a while one of the staff officers of the admiral, had brought to the table a classified report coming from "intelligence sources" announcing the imminent demonic invasion and the almost certain declaration of war coming from Ire and its allies. With the report in his hands, Sandy had immediately thrown together his plan and, just as Killer had expected from him, he set it into motion before even asking for the approval of the king.

When the fleet of Ire had launched its missiles against the empire, the fleet was not in port, and so many of the missiles did not find their intended targets. The few ships that had been left behind were all destroyed, one by one, together with fuel and ammunition depots, cranes, warehouses and other key infrastructure, but the empire's fleet was saved from sudden, complete annihilation at least. And Sandy immediately began to think about how he could strike back.

The old admiral's plan, swiftly put in motion, was to send the deadly submarines ahead: he was confident that his boats and crews could beat the more numerous but less capable subs of Ire. As for surface ships, those were pretty much always at a disadvantage against submarines. As a submariner himself, Sandy saw all surface vessels, in the end, as "targets".

The submarines had aggressively engaged the combined fleets of Ire and its allies, sinking several vessels and forcing the others to assume a more defensive formation as well as a new route that prudently veered for a southwest course, closer to the airbases in Ire's territory and to the cover they could offer with their long range anti-submarine aircraft, and further away from Sandy's surface force.

The admiral had begun using his submarines almost like sheepdogs to maneuver the flock of enemy warships into uncomfortable positions, and he had lunged in for an attack whenever an opportunity presented itself, turning a few of his most powerful radars on for a few instants, painting a picture of the enemy formation and firing a salvo of missiles before rushing away, back into a bubble of radio silence.

It was an extremely dangerous dance, because the enemy fleet was far larger and carried far greater firepower, but he managed to send to the bottom several of the enemy vessels before losing three of the older ships to a vicious Irenic air attack.

Ire's fleet included fifteen powerful strike groups each centered on a gigantic aircraft carrier loaded with fighters and bombers and helicopters, and that formidable armada of air power was regularly flying out to strike the towns and bases and installations in the south of the Empire. The Northern Empire's own air force was doing all it could to repeal those assaults, but it was dramatically outnumbered and the defence was becoming more and more expensive with each sortie flown.

Sandy's fleet could expect no help from the land-based fighter jets, too distant and too busy defending the homeland, and so it was left with only its own embarked air group, alone versus fifteen larger enemy wings. It was a desperate struggle, and it wouldn't have lasted long hadn't the carrier been carrying an elite squadron of super-fighters that the empire's technicians had been able to design and assemble by reverse-engineering and improving the X57 stealth jet prototype captured by Killer in the raid in the fortress of Chattham, many months before.

Talon and Maverick were leading the special squadron, and each of the other eleven super-fighters had been assigned to a close-knit couple of pilots handpicked for their skills and experience. The Empire's development of the X-57 prototype was without a doubt the most advanced jet in the whole world, and it was proving all its worth in the dogfights above the ocean. New and improved engines had been developed and installed by the Empire's engineers, giving a maximum speed that had entered hypersonic real, brushing Mach 5 at maximum thrust and high altitude. The airframe had been vastly improved and modified as well: new wings, forward swept, gave the aircraft half of its entirely unique appearance, with the other half coming from the apparent lack of a cockpit. The cockpit was actually present, but there was no transparent canopy bulging up out of the fuselage. The tremendous speed, the exceptional level of stealthness and the incredible agility demanded by the pilots had been achieved also thanks to the elimination of the conventional cockpit. The two members of the crew rode in tandem, lying in special seats that were almost chaise-longues. Laying down helped bear the tremendous G forces experienced during hypersonic maneuvers, and it also made the cockpit disappear, replaced by a smooth, carefully shaped surface on the top of the sharp nose of the aircraft.

The crews flew using large throttle and stick controls covered in a variety of buttons, with the arms otherwise safely restrained within a pneumatic system that inflated and deflated to apply the right pressure to keep the pilots' blood flowing even when the G force attempted to drive all blood up into the brain or down into the feet.

The enclosed cockpit was pretty much entirely a large screen upon which images of the outside world were displayed in real time, with augmented reality used to overlap radar tracks, sensors feed, thermal and light-intensification imagery.

It was incredibly difficult to get used to such a revolutionary approach, but once the pilots got used, they never wanted to go back to the hold cockpits. Laying down in the X-57's "seat" was like floating in midair, because the screen projected a 360° vision of the sky and world beneath. Everything that flew within six hundred miles or that crawled on the ground beneath the aircraft was detected, shown on screen, identified and tracked.

Large weapon bays in the sides and in the bottom of the fuselage held a formidable arsenal of missiles, while the traditional gun, hardly suitable for use at the dramatic speeds the X-57 could reach, had been replaced by a powerful laser cannon that could fire its ray out of a stealthy "window" under the nose. Unlike the old guns, it could fire in all directions other than directly upwards, and it doubled up as a self-defense device able to blind the seekers of enemy missile, or to destroy the incoming rounds entirely.

The technicians hadn't yet bothered with choosing a name for the new super-fighter, and had continued to use X-57 even though so much had changed compared to what the original prototype had been. The pilots, on the other hand, fondly called it the Shadow, because it allowed them to sneak undetected through enemy radar networks.

In the hands of pilots as skilled as Talon, the Shadows formed a spectacularly capable force, even though it amounted to just 12 aircraft in total, with other jets being assembled in a secret plant near Kesteven and a few more pilots training in the simulators.

The "glorious 12" had been able to inflict fearsome losses to the enemy air wings and they had sunk several ships as well, but the attrition was starting to get the best of them: they were getting no sleep, no rest, no respite, being sent up into the air again and again as soon as their aircraft were refueled, rearmed and had any technical issue solved.

Unfortunately, technical issues were becoming more and more frequent, and the number of aircraft effectively taking off from the ship rarely was twelve. The crews courageously ignored their fatigue to go up in the air and protect the fleet even though they desperately craved and needed food, a shower and a nap, but the machines were not as knightly and did not ignore their faults: until the technicians managed to fix the issues, the aircraft could not take off. And a machine as revolutionary and complex as the Shadow had the nasty habit of developing faults with annoying frequency. The system had been rushed into combat due to the emergency, but it would have greatly benefited from a longer, more prudent development phase.

The other three embarked squadrons were doing their very best as well, but their "normal" jets were far more vulnerable than the stealthy and incredibly agile Shadow, and they had suffered several losses in combat. Whenever it was possible, the Shadows flew ahead and penetrated deep into the enemy formations, carefully tracking the enemy aircraft and ships and then using secure data links to relay the tracks to the other fighters. The Typhoons' pilots could so fire long-range missiles from a safe distance away, firing at targets they could not directly see, avoiding a direct confrontation as much as possible.

Killer and Alexis were mostly oblivious to everything that was happening in the mortal plane. They did their best to listen to the condensed reports that Diana passed them, and they offered whatever advice they could when Gaia, Vesta, Ira or any of the others took a brief break away from the battle raging in the mortal plane to visit Mriya, but they just couldn't focus on anything that wasn't directly connected to their daughter.

And for sure they weren't ready to leave her, no matter how desperate the situation of the mortal world was. If they stopped pouring energy into her, Mriya was condemned.

Diana sighed in frustration and despair, leaning her forehead into one hand and nervously pushing her fingers into her hair, almost clawing into her own scalp as she begged for an idea, a discovery, a miracle. She had tried everything she could think of and she had sought hints and ideas and anything that could be useful at all inside each and every book, note, study. Vesta and Katy had almost demolished the library as they sought all the texts which had any chance to contain useful annotations, but nothing had emerged. And now the exhausted, sad healer watched on from the threshold, swallowing thickly and trying to get the bitter taste of failure and loss out of her mouth as Mriya's body shrunk and lost its muscular tone, her hair losing color, while Killer and Alexis leaned protectively over her, each holding one of her hands.

Diana had never seen Killer in such a miserable state: he barely blinked at all, his eyes fixed on his beloved daughter, his face pale and his eyes sunken in and circled by the shadowy mark of the many tears poured and of the absolute lack of sleep over the last few days.

Alexis was in the same terrible state, and it was a terrifying thing to see, something new and very disturbing. Diana had always struggled to even imagine that the goddess could sport an expression other than a gamely, challenging grin of supreme self-confidence... but now she could see the vulnerable side of the goddess; the pain of a mother on the verge of losing her beloved first daughter. It was a sight that left Diana thinking uneasily about all the dangers they faced, reminding her that, even with all the power they possessed, they were not invincible.

The black-furred tigress gazed over Mriya's body as her musculature filled up and developed again thanks to energies pumped into her by Alexis and Killer, and she started a small chronometer she carried in one hand. She wanted to measure exactly how much time the poison employed for destroying Mriya's godhood and vital force, because their only hope at that point was that the effects of the substance might end after a while. She hoped to eventually find out that the poison employed progressively more time to inflict the same amount of damage, meaning that its effects would wear out after some time. That would have given them new hopes, at least, even thought a fundamental problem would have remained unchanged: if Alexis and Killer were to run out of energies before the poison became ineffective, Mriya would still die.

Diana tried to chase away the dark and depressing thoughts filling her mind, making a grimace and sniffing lightly, her eyes stinging because of the tears she had shed back in the library when yet another of the precious texts about healing magic had disappointed her hopes. There was nothing useful in there, and she was now officially short of ideas, an awareness that terrified her.

She dropped her face in one hand, rubbing at her eyes tiredly and letting out a deep sigh before looking slowly back up towards the silent family... and she suddenly frowned, an awareness dawning in her that there was something very important in that scene. She couldn't tell what it was, but something was calling out to her, and she narrowed her eyes, studying first Mriya, then moving her gaze over Killer... and she let out a soft gasp as she realized what was wrong.

When they had retreated from the Mortal plane, walking through the portal and putting Mriya down into the bed, Killer's body was bloodied in several places, with a few gashes and wounds well visible in his massive, powerful form. In particular, one shoulder had been badly maimed, and Diana had attempted several times to tend to the deep, vast wound, but Killer had refused every offer, demanding that all attention was focused on Mriya. His wounds would heal soon, he had barked.

And they had: his shirt was still torn, but the flesh and muscle beneath had regenerated fully and there was no scar, no sign at all of the wounds that had been there mere hours before. His shoulder, however, looked no better than it had when he had arrived, even though the bleeding had mostly stopped, leaving long streaks of caked life fluid down the length of his arm.

Diana walked through the room with new determination, snagging her surgery tools from the metallic table near the wall and picking up a set of glass containers. Killer and Alexis barely looked up as they heard her approaching, their eyes showing all their despair and all their weariness. The huge male only turned to look up when Gaia gently squeezed his healthy shoulder and announced: "I need to fix your shoulder. It'll take only a moment. It is important."

"No, it is not!" Killer countered, almost snarling as he jerked away from Diana, glaring at her and barking: "I do not need help, Mriya does. You should be working on a way to save her!"

Diana recoiled slightly and froze in place, staring at him in a mix of surprise, confusion and then rage at his violent rudeness. She looked at him with silent but stony disapproval, and he glared back at her for a long moment, his chest heaving with his rough breathing... before he blinked and dropped back into his chair with a sound that was half sigh and half groan, shaking his head briskly as he realized how unfair it was for him to bark against her. He turned back to her with a little, pained smile, and he took her wrist into his hand, squeezing on it gently as he murmured: "Sorry, Diana. I'm sorry... please, forgive my snapping. I... There is no excuse, you do not deserve any of my crap. But I'm not really in control of myself right now..."

"I know. Nobody is, at the moment. Don't even mention it, it is forgotten." The black-furred tigress quietly replied, looking down at him with softness, before her gaze hardened a little as she said: "And what I'm about to do will help Mriya, I think. It has the potential to be very helpful, and it would have been done already had you let me take a look at your shoulder before."

Killer looked surprised at the sudden, commanding tone of her voice, but he knew that when the Healer spoke, sweet Diana was in the back seat. The professional, not the friend and lover, was speaking then. He recoiled a bit and shifted nervously in his chair, eyes going wide as he realized that, yes, maybe there was something useful in his shoulder.

"You were hit by the same kind of projectile that hit her, weren't you...?" Diana inquired, but her tone made it evident that she had already figured out the answer by herself, and he meekly tilted his body over, distending his arm and allowing her to guide his movements until she was satisfied that she could dig into the wound with her tools. "Your regeneration is struggling to rebuild your shoulder, but the poison has not managed to inflict any real damage to your DNA and there is no further damage evident elsewhere in your body. We need to find out why. How are you resisting to it...?"

He did not answer, only dropping his head in shame, realizing only now that, in his hurry to help Mriya, he had very possibly damaged her by delaying an important discovery. He sought Alexis's gaze, and he was relieved and comforted by the understanding and love in her expression. There was no rage in her eyes, but rather a renewed sparkle of hope that probably only he could spot and recognize, because she kept it well hidden. Just like him, she was trying hard not to get too carried away with optimism while there was still the very real risk of a heart-breaking disappointment.

"I felt a lot of energy drained away from me when it hit, but it did not last long, and it did not erase any of my abilities. I used my tentacles immediately after being hit and shredded the fools who fired the bullet." The huge male quietly said, and Diana gave a little grunt of acknowledgement while carefully working on his shoulder, using a scalpel with a blade made of her own godlike energy to cut through muscle fibers that were far harder than steel, using another tool to spread the tissue open wide. His regeneration had merely been slowed down, but not stopped, and the original hole torn open by the bullet was already mostly sealed, with new and powerful muscle mass in the way.

"Here it is, that nasty whoreson..." Diana murmured, as she finally managed to locate the dart: it had been thicker than a soda can when it was fired, but now it was all crumpled on itself and crushed down to the size of a pea, lodged deep into the root of one of the massive bone spikes that jutted majestically out of Killer's shoulder. That was part of the reason why the damage was so limited: the huge male had a unique skeleton structure, exceptionally resistant and protective. There was a bone formation in his shoulder that was almost like an internal pauldron of armour, made of bone and complete with the three spikes jutting out of his flesh. The dart from the special rail gun had smashed into that solid formation of bone and the metal had crumpled on itself like cheap tin, becoming firmly lodged into the hard spike. Diana began to carefully work to dig the piece of metal out, but it was amazing how firmly it was trapped... and Killer, gently but firmly, reached up with his other hand and caught the bullet between the tips of two talons, ripping it out with a violent jerk that had Diana rolling her eyes in amused frustration at how roughly he treated himself. It made him hiss in pain a bit, but that was all, and he took a short look at the remains of the dart before dropping it into the small glass container that Diana offered.

The bullet had poured all its content inside Killer's wound, but the poison evidently hadn't been able to contaminate his tissue and spread through his form. It had screwed up his regeneration in the area of the impact, but that was pretty much all. It was hard to see that now, but the bullet had been constructed with an armor-piercing hardened cap installed on top of a relatively soft body meant to deform and break open, spreading the wound and pouring the deadly content into the victim's system. The fragmentation of the bullet was what had made it so difficult to remove all pieces from Mriya's flesh and inner organs, but Killer's musculature was so incredibly developed that the fragments hadn't really been able to travel anywhere, while the armor-piercing head had been trapped into his harder-than-diamond bone.

Diana had encountered enormous difficulties in detecting and isolating elements of the poison inside Mriya's system, as the liquid had rapidly imbued the living tissue and mixed with her DNA, making it pretty much impossible to find even a tiny drop of the original substance.

Now Diana carefully worked to clean Killer's wound and her excitement grew as she found drops of the poison still clinging to the damaged bone-spike, basically unaltered from the original state. That was potentially very important, but she chose not to say anything, biting her lower lip a bit and telling herself that it was better to be prudent and patient rather than build up the grieving parents' hopes too much only to perhaps shatter them after a few hours of fruitless study.

Killer was already back into his trance, staring at Mriya and holding her hand up against his cheek just so he could feel the reassuring warmth in her system, even as her beautiful features progressively decayed once more, her cheeks caving in, deep wrinkles forming around the eyes and mouth and her hair losing color. He had already seen it happen more times than he could tell, and he dreaded what he knew he would see within the hour: her face turned into a skeletal mask, more corpse than living thing. At the beginning, he had tried to steadily pour his energies into her to stop that horrible decaying process from happening, but Diana, Vesta, Katy and eventually Alexis herself had gotten him to reason, forcing him to put the pain and horror aside for a moment to understand that doing so consumed his energies a lot faster. They needed time in order to find a cure... so, as painful and torturing as it was, they had carefully stretched out the times of their intervention, even if it meant seeing her aging and decaying, only using their energies when the poison effects were at an advanced state.

Diana carefully caught into test tubes all the drops of poison she found and managed to recover, working to clean the wound and feeling a smile of hope and relief spreading on her features as Killer's flesh and muscle and bone began to regenerate at their full, usual speed as soon as the dangerous substance was removed. It became such a rapid process at one point that she just pulled back and watched, admiring the bone as it reconstructed itself and the massive, powerful muscle fibers filling up the ugly hole until the wound rapidly vanished from sight, without Killer producing a sound or even noticing, fully focused on Mriya as he was.

Diana turned to leave, holding the sealed test tubes in her hand, and as she moved she winced slightly as she unexpectedly met Alexis's gaze, the goddess looking straight at her and very much aware that something important had just happened. Diana couldn't really read into the icy sapphire of Alexis's eyes, but she thought she saw a prayer in them, and a new hope, and she gave a little, silent nod to her, trying to convey through her own eyes the promise that she would leave no stone unturned. If there was a way to save Mriya, she was determined to find it.

Diana kept her promise. She did everything she could, and now that she had an idea to work upon, she called back Vesta from the frontline for help.

After a few more hours had passed, the first bit of good news became apparent when the chronometer showed without a doubt that the poison's effects were taking longer and longer to appear: Mriya now spent long stretches of time in almost painless sleep, the aging and decaying now much slower. Even Killer noticed, after a while, but he restrained his reaction, still worried that his energies might not be enough to see through the nightmare. But then, good news came from the laboratory, when Diana, Vesta and Katy discovered how Killer's DNA was able to resist the effects of the poison: it simply swallowed it. Killer's genetic material was, in Diana's words, "built for growth", coming with a lot of empty connections available to absorb and assimilate new abilities and features. It was the single, most amazing feature about him, part of his unprecedented ability to continue growing bigger and stronger.

Even the genetic poison had been absorbed, broken down into pieces and made powerless as it was mutated into its own vaccine, bent to suit Killer's needs and make him stronger. After absorbing just a few drops, Killer's system had been able to repeal the rest, making the poison completely ineffective.

Mriya's DNA structure showed the same kind of characteristic, but not as developed and perfected: given time, she could be expected to grow more available spaces, but now she was at capacity and the poison was savagely hacking pieces of her code away.

Killer wasn't sure he understood all of the explanation that Diana and Vesta gave, even though they did their best to keep it simple, but he did not really care. All what mattered was understanding how they could use that knowledge to save Mriya.

Diana helped him visualize the structure and complexity of his and Alexis's DNA, producing a 3-dimensional projection on the screen of her tablet, and they were faced by a literal multitude of helixes connected together. All helixes came with a large number of empty connections, ready to mutate and absorb and develop further characteristics, while the immense amount of extra genetic code held the secrets to their extraordinary, godlike strength and powers.

Vesta told them that multiple helixes were common in divinities, but that the "growth margin" that was so evident in Killer and in Alexis was unprecedented. Past divinities had been able, of course, to expand their abilities in some ways, but never to the extent and with the apparent ease with which Killer could absorb energies, organic matter, even poison and turn it into fuel for his growth.

Killer had listened without managing to pay real attention, nodding silently and wishing for them to rush towards the delivery of an actual solution. He realized that what they were explaining was incredibly important, but with Mriya suffering in the bed at his side, he was unconcerned by mostly anything.

"How do we get Mriya's DNA to evolve its structure faster, becoming like mine...?" Killer eventually asked, his voice soft but an undertone of urgency still evident as he looked from Diana to Vesta, eye to eye, silently begging them for good news. "Because that is what you have in mind, isn't it...?"

The two goddesses traded a look, grimacing a bit before Diana sighed: "Well... yes. We can't think of any other solution that could be delivered in the limited time we have. We believe we could synthesize an antidote by working with your blood, but it would take way too long even if we got everything right at the first try... and believe me, it never happens, in this field."

Vesta crossed her mighty arms on her chest and tilted her head slightly sideways, looking down at Killer and Alexis with concern, explaining: "As for how we do it... well, that's the real unknown. It is not something that we, or anyone else, could ever explain. It is far beyond what any genetic laboratory could do, and it requires, quite literally, a miracle. You two have been rebuilding Mriya's DNA over and over again for many hours now. You've also introduced, probably unconsciously, modifications to her genetic code, rebuilding her even stronger and more resistant than she used to be. But now, you'll have to take a step further."

"Mriya by now is a Disciple in anything but name..." Diana continued, and Killer silently accepted the truth: he hadn't planned that; he would have preferred it to happen, if it had to happen at all, with her informed consent and willingness, but his daughter's life was in danger, and in that particular case there was no point in hesitating. He gave a little nod of acknowledgment, and the healer goddess gave him a soft smile full of understanding before quietly adding: "You should now change her further. This visualization of your DNA should make it easier for you to modify her own genetic helixes... but I can't tell you how it is done, because I really don't know."

"We believe that such a specific modification is well within your possibilities. When you granted ascension to godhood to me, to Diana here, to Ira... whenever you bless someone with Disciplehood; you always manage to dramatically expand and improve their abilities. In the same way, you should be able to directly reshape her DNA." Vesta concluded, before dropping her head a bit and looking at the toes of her boot as she added: "I wish I could be more accurate, more helpful, and above all I wish I could give you the certainty that it is doable and that it will work... but I cannot in conscience offer any of that. Will it work? Ultimately, we don't know. But there are good chances, and it is the only shot we got."

Killer took the tablet that Diana offered, and he sighed as he looked down at the slowly spinning 3D representation of his multiple-helix DNA structure, trying to visualize it - and its effects - in his mind, trying to gauge his ability to replicate it inside Mriya. Alexis walked around the bed and quietly crouched at his side, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and leaning against his massive arm, reassuring: "We will do it together. We can do it, lover. Trust me: I saw, we all saw what you can do. There is no reason at all why you shouldn't be able to do this." _ _

Killer gazed at Mriya, admiring her beautiful features, taking in the regular heave of her chest as she breathed, her eyes closed, her vital parameters beeping regularly on the screen of the machinery near the bed, even as wrinkles were visibly forming once more around her eyes, her muscular tone decaying away, much slower than before but still at a steady pace. He tried to speak, but only a grunt came from his throat, his lips feeling sealed together and his mouth filled with a bitter taste he could not quite identify, his weariness suddenly hitting him with full force, making him feel slightly dizzy as he cleared his throat and swallowed thickly. "Please, Alexis... be my eyes. Guide me as we do this... I... I don't really know how I do it. When I create a Disciple, I let instinct take the lead, and just... wish for things."

"This will be no different." Alexis quietly said. "Don't think about it too much: just do it. I'll help you see." She stood up and stepped behind him, leaning down on his back and lovingly sliding her arms over his, taking his hands in hers and guiding them over to Mriya's chest. Vesta and Diana walked forwards as well, standing by his sides and squeezing reassuringly into his shoulders, while Katy quietly went down on a knee, gently hugging his leg and looking up at him with a soft smile, giving a little nod of encouragement.

"Thank you... I would be lost without you." Killer quietly said, before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, smiling slightly as the five girls lovingly squeezed into his form, letting him know that they supported him, to the end. And then, images began to form in his mind as Alexis gently worked on his brain, sharing her energy vision with him. Suddenly, he could see inside Mriya, the ghost-like glow of energy showing him her beating heart and her other organs... and then it was like staring into a microscope as it zoomed to reveal the infinitely small, until he found himself staring at the spinning multi-helixes of Mriya's DNA.

Thanks, Alexis... He took a deep breath, and then began to pour his energies into her, just like before, but with a different focus. Instead of thinking about her life, her breathing, her hair, her beautiful eyes and features, he thought specifically about expanding her DNA. And, sure enough, he saw the helixes of her DNA first growing larger, then splitting into two, doubling her capacity... and immediately he saw dark red glowing dots, which he figured where the poison, sliding over to attack the new helixes... only to be caught into it, apparently without consequences.

He grunted in exhaustion, wincing and recoiling back in his chair, the energy vision fading out of his brain and his eyes opening back upon the small room, in time to see energy crackling violently around his arms, tasting blood in his mouth as his chest heaving with his panting. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision as he immediately gazed down at Mriya, full of concerns about what could have gone wrong... but the young female showed no external changes and did not appear to be in pain. Rather, her features looked more relaxed, and the wrinkles around her eyes were gone, her muscles visibly filled up, back to their full glory. "Did...did it work...?"

"I believe it did." Alexis replied, wiping a little streak of blood off her lip, sniffing a little and shutting her eyes tightly for a moment, trying to clear her eyesight from the flashes of pain and light filling it. She kept her voice controlled, but there was almost a tremble in her tone that told Killer that she had a great wish to shout out in relief and happiness. She just wasn't prepared to cheer too soon: she was terrified by the thought that something could still go wrong.

"Her vital parameters look stable now. She is back in full shape and there is no visible decay." Vesta calmly said, restraining her own emotions in favor of a professional, matter-of-fact tone. The telltale tremble was there for all to hear, though, and Killer felt his own hopes soaring. Diana was smiling widely as she paged through the data on the computer, confirming Vesta's readings, and then she turned around to look at Killer and Alexis. "I'm pretty sure you defeated the poison. We'll keep Mriya monitored, to make sure that the decay does not resurface. But now, I want the both of you asleep." Killer opened his mouth to protest, but the black tigress glared at him and firmly repeated: "Asleep, I said. You look like you could fall over at any moment at this point. Some sleep is badly needed, and before rising pointless argument against my order - yes, I said this is an order - keep in mind that you will need your energies back to help Mriya if the poison effects resurface in the next few hours." She thought of the Mortal world, which badly needed their help as well, but she left that unspoken, fully expecting the mention of mortals to have one of several possible and all unhelpful effects in that particular moment.

That reminder was enough to shut Killer and even Alexis up, the muscular goddess only smirking a bit in amusement, shaking her head slowly before playfully commenting: "Soft and tender as you are, you know how to get pretty dictatorial when you want."

Diana only grinned slightly, nodding in silent appreciation of her comment. Killer smiled a bit at their exchange, and he affectively ruffled Katy's hair as the small female tightly hugged his leg, looking up at him and softly saying: "You made it, daddy. I'm sure that she is safe now."

"We will make sure she is." Vesta quietly but firmly promised, waving her hand lightly and creating a large bed right next to Mriya's. "If anything happens, we'll immediately wake you two up. But you really need some sleep, right now. I'll even let you two stay here, as long as you close your eyes and rest."

"Right, right, I get it..." Killer replied, holding up his hands in surrender and standing up from the chair, grunting at the pain in his legs and buttocks after spending more than a whole day roughly in the same position. As he turned around, he blinked in surprise at the sight of Sylvia curled up in another chair near the door, quietly asleep. "How long has she been here...?" He asked, looking down at Katy.

"She's been here for days now. She came here the first night, and she has not left since... she did what she could to help, preparing food and tending to our needs while we worked in the library or laboratory. She's been asleep for a couple hours. I think..." Katy paused, turning to look at the clock on the wall, and she made a bit of a grimace as she realized that it was much later than she had thought. "Well, more than a couple, probably."

"She originally came to drag me back home when I was two hours overdue, but I showed her Mriya and... she allowed me to stay, and she remained too." The little girl quietly explained, walking over to her mother and carefully covering her with a blanket, tucking her in with great affection. "I'm honestly surprised she waited a full two hours before rushing here..." Katy amusedly added, and Killer couldn't help but let out a little sound of agreement. He had thought exactly the same thing, but he hadn't dared voicing it in front of his daughter, knowing how much she loved her mother and being all too aware that he had given Sylvia every reason to fear him and look at his every action with suspect. Katy, however, did not seem to mind, gazing at her mother with a little smile and shaking her head slowly: "She was terrified when we met, and when I tried to explain that I needed to stay longer she immediately feared that I had fallen prey to your "corruption"... But when she saw the true reason, she did not hesitate one second in letting me stay." The little kitten tenderly moved a long bang of hair out of Sylvia's eyes and brought the blanket up all the way to just under her chin, moving with great care not to wake her up. "She is the best mother anyone could ask for, daddy... she is a loving, compassionate person, and one day she will be able to forgive you. What she does now... she does for me, to keep me safe. Please, do not judge her badly."

"I never could, Katy... I gave her every reason to hate and fear me. And I can only admire the way she protects you, and be glad for it." Killer gently replied, even as he sat down into the bed, where Alexis was already half-curled up, waiting for him with a soft smile full of affection and barely contained relief. Her eyes kept darting back towards Mriya, taking reassurance from her quiet, relaxed breathing and by the splendid fullness of her musculature, the youthful perfection of her features, untouched by the horribly decay they had had to witness for so many torturing hours.

As Killer pulled up the blankets over Alexis and his legs, he took a long moment to guard over Mriya, and then he looked back to Katy, smiling lovingly at his other daughter. "And your mother truly is fantastic. She raised you, after all."

Killer and Alexis were convinced that they would never be able to fall asleep, concerned as they were, laying in bed with their heads turned towards their daughter, Alexis's own resting upon Killer's chest. What they completely overlooked and downplayed was their weariness and the immense amount of energies they had had to consume. Their systems desperately needed to recover, and in the warmth of each other's arms they ended up asleep within ten minutes. It wasn't a peaceful and dreamless sleep, but it was deep, at least for a few hours, when eventually both parents awakened with the urge of checking on their daughter, unable to let another moment pass.

They found Diana guarding over Mriya's safe sleep, and were overjoyed with finding no sign of decay at all in their daughter's body. She was still deep asleep, but that was normal considering how much energies she needed to recover. What mattered was that the deadly poison seemed to be a thing of the past, defeated and absorbed and assimilated to make her even stronger. Even in her sleep she gave hints of new and greater power, which materialized itself most notably in a greatly enhanced regeneration: all signs of the wounds she had suffered during the battle with the Gigataurs were gone, with not even hints of a scar left to see.

Killer and Alexis had no greater wish that to wait for her to open her eyes, hug her and spend time together, but they were painfully aware of just how bad things had been in the mortal world when they had left, and knew that action was urgently required. The briefing that Diana offered, summarizing the developments of the forty hours that had passed, only added more urgency. Thankfully, the weeks spent in Heaven equated to "just" about 20 hours back on earth, but a lot of things had happened in the mortal world, even in so short a time.

Killer and Alexis had still reserved some time to spend with Anubis, showing him his beloved big sister and explaining to him that she was now going to heal and recover. They finally told him the full story of what had happened to her, and to the Praetorians... and the boy had cried the loss of his five guardians, mentors and friends. He had asked when they were going to properly put the five warrior females to rest, and Killer had explained that they wanted to wait for Mriya's recovery, to give her a chance to pay her respects as well. Mriya wouldn't have forgiven them for doing it without her.

Thankfully, Anubis was more than intelligent enough to understand on his own that, if they could afford to wait for such a long time, there had to be no mortal spoils left to bury or burn. The awareness visibly pained him, but he put forwards no questions and Killer and Alexis elected not to talk about it. They reassured him instead, promising that they would do everything they could to locate and rescue the Praetorians' souls: the end of their mortal lives wasn't going to be the end of their existence, if they could find them and save them from a cruel destiny as computer-controlled cannon fodder infantry within Hell's armies. Killer did not talk of it to Anubis, but there could be little doubt that Hell would seek to make good use of such experienced and skilled warriors. Rebuilt and reshaped into demonic, supernaturally-powerful bodies, the Praetorians would have been precious war assets, and Hell was going to do all what was necessary to bend them to the will of the dark Princes. Given enough time, Hell would have shattered the Praetorians' wills with torture and hard labor, and then enslaved them completely by fitting a Spirit computer-system right into their spinal cords, overriding their nervous system with electrical commands traveling via neural synapses.

Killer was determined to prevent that from happening, but finding their souls in Hell was not going to be easy, and time worked against them: the huge male made a quick mental calculation as he thought of it, and the result almost made him leap out of the chair with horror, even though Anubis was sitting in his lap. He had swallowed thickly, hoping that Anubis wouldn't notice how his body had suddenly and almost painfully tensed up, and he shivered as he ran the math a second time in his mind, desperately hoping that the result would change, that he would find out he had committed some kind of mistake... But no, it was the harsh truth and there was no way around it: one mortal hour equated to 150 years in the Underworld, which meant that the Praetorians had been prisoner of the Underworld already for around 3000 years. It was amazing, it was confusing, it was fearsome: Killer had to painfully admit to himself that it was a miracle that Pamela and the others hadn't yet reappeared in the Mortal world in the form of angry, powerful demonesses determined to destroy all mortals. He knew their will, loyalty and determination very well, and admired them greatly... but three millennia of tortures and violence were something he couldn't even imagine.

And there was also another terrible awareness in his mind: Hell had had three millennia to mass produce yet more clones and generate new high tier demons in order to replace every single warrior they had lost in the first night and day of the invasion. Hell literally had the time to produce more demons than the mortals could possibly destroy, if they kept fighting in the mortal world. It was another reason for moving into Hell as soon as possible: bringing the war directly into Hell was the only way to level the playing field.

Killer and Alexis had spent with Anubis and Mriya every minute they managed to squeeze through their conscience, and had even taken a little extra time in the hope that their daughter would finally wake up and smile to them... but eventually they had forced themselves into action, painfully aware that every minute they allowed to pass was potentially fatal to the whole of the mortal plane.

Killer had caught Sylvia and Katy on their way out of the hospital: the tiny kitten girl had smiled and explained that it was time to head back home, at least for a while, and Sylvia had just stared at Killer silently. He couldn't help but smile a bit, though, because Sylvia's gaze was considerably softer than the usual glare... and Katy's mother actually even congratulated Killer and Alexis for saving Mriya's life, saying that she was glad that the girl would live.

She had stormed away with Katy in tow before Killer could thank her for the thought and for helping out and for sticking around all that time, showing genuine concern, but he was glad nonetheless. It was the very best exchange they had ever had, and Katy had winked to him with a wide smile as she walked out of the room, clearly convinced that an important step had been moved in the right direction.

The return to the Mortal World proved traumatic, even though they were well aware that they could expect to find only death, destruction and suffering. They had left Kendrew almost completely destroyed by the dark portal that had swirled open in the very center of town, yet the sheer scale of the devastation amazed them when they teleported back to the royal palace.

The castle and the garrison fortress surrounding it were pretty much the only thing left standing of the once vast city, and even their structures were badly damaged by the ferocious battle. Gaia had reshaped the earth to elevate the royal palace, erecting a pillar of dark stone and putting tall, vertical cliffs between the demons and a new, titanic barrier of solid ice that she formed in a circle all around the castle. The barrier was easily one mile tall and several hundred feet thick, with protruding, D-shaped bastions pushing out in front of the wall at regular intervals of roughly three hundred feet. The defenders had lifted heavy artillery pieces on top of the bastions and set up overlapping arcs of fire with them, making it impossible for anyone to reach the base of the wall unscathed. Each bastion could defend the tower on either side, and put down fire against any enemy working to climb or destroy the wall.

What had once been the royal park was now an immense encampment, with tents being erected side by side, leaving only narrow passageways between one and another, because space was at a premium with how many refugees from nearby towns had increased the already large number of civilian survivors from the capital itself.

The troop quarters were also filled with people, and the royal palace itself was mostly being used as a hospital, with medical teams and their equipment having flown in by helicopter from the bases of two of the army's field hospitals and medical regiments. The civilian hospital in town and the military one in the suburbs had both been completely annihilated by the dark portal's opening, and none of those who were inside had had the time to even try to escape. They were now just thousands more names on a list that was as dramatically long and vast as it was incomplete. They were probably never going to know exactly how many thousands of people had been swallowed and crushed into the dark portal or savaged by the demons, swept away by the hurricane-force shockwave or blow to smithereens by any other cause. They were too many to count... and Kendrew was just one of many times hit by the disaster. Whole countries had already virtually ceased to exist.

The garrison was doing all it could to help, but only the Predator divisions, which had begun receiving "demonic warfare" weaponry; were trained to the highest standard and were composed of the strongest and biggest among the mortals, had any prayer against the horde of demons. The other soldiers, even when mounted into armoured vehicles, could only deal with the swarming undead and the low-tier monsters: Megataurs, Gigataurs, centaurs and other large demons could lift tanks and throw them around like toys, and just barrel through hundreds of mortal soldiers without breaking a sweat.

The morale hadn't yet crumbled, however. Alexander and Siegfried had done all was in their power to hide Killer and Alexis's absence, from the troops and from the civilians, and that had done a lot to keep the people going, because they were all counting on their emperor and empress for protection and leadership in that darkest hour.

The arrival of the Heavenly legions had done the rest, giving the exhausted and terrified mortals a much needed injection of hope. William and the XXX Legion had been the first to arrive, and their entrance had been both decisive and spectacular: white portals had opened in front of the royal palace gates just as the survivors rushed through them, followed by the charging demons.

Immediately, the bulky, powerful tigers had flown out of the portals and slammed into the dark horde with a charge of monumental impetus, knocking even the enormous Gigataurs crashing backwards like toys, as the long, deadly spears stabbed and tore through flesh and muscle, piercing and melting armor like cheap tin thanks to the flames of holy magic roaring along the sword-like blade and even down the metal poles.

William had charged straight into the thick of the demonic armada, using his strength and bulk to grapple directly with the Gigataurs, his twin broadswords unsheathed, his four mighty Arkangel wings glowing so brightly to almost turn the night into day. He had savaged the ranks of the largest beasts, the enormous taurs armed with fortress-destroying warhammers, whip-lashing his enchanted chains into their ranks and ripping limbs off, cutting bodies into halves, as the hooked blades at the end of each chain burned with holy fire, slicing and dragging and tearing and ripping with each slash.

The chaos wrought by William had given time to the rest of the Legion to pour out of the portals, pushing the demons back with a devastating charge, and when the impetus of the push began to waver as the demons reacted with the force of their superior number, the tigers had slammed down their massive shields and formed their insurmountable wall of steel, blades and muscle.

The Victrix legion had protected the retreat of the mortals into the perimeter of the royal palace, and kept the demons away from the castle while Gaia raised a scary, rocky cliff and then formed the massive wall of ice.

For the terrified people of Kendrew, the arrival of the angels was not a mere matter of receiving reinforces: it was the sign that god was with them, and that they would ultimately prevail. It did wonders for the morale, encouraging everyone to endure, to survive to see the new world that, they now firmly believed, would soon emerge. Gaia and Vesta's arrivals were particularly impressive for the people, who had spent their entire lives praying to the goddess of Nature and to the mighty champion of god. To see them in the flesh; to have them walking among them and protecting them, was the stuff of miracles.

The soldiers, used to the realities of the battlefield, were more prudent in their hopes and did not allow themselves to get lost in easy enthusiasm, but they took great courage from seeing the legendary William back from the dead and from seeing many old comrades following him, larger and stronger and more powerful than they had ever been before and glowing with holy light, their mighty angel wings making them look even more imposing and giving them an aura of invincibility.

The Legion Thirty had long ceased to be an all-tigers formation, because the war in Heaven had reaped the lives of many of the original warriors, but it was still founded upon the broad, strong shoulders of the massive felines bearing the shields in the first line. In their mortal lives, they had been Predators coming from Kesteven's, Kendrew's and Glacial's divisions. In death, they had become Arkangels, but had not forgotten their roots and their comrades. Back in the mortal world, they felt back home, and they met many old friends and learned of the sad fate of many others. The warriors gave each other strength, and new and better reasons to keep fighting.

Killer felt overall encouraged by the situation he found when walking through the encampment, cheered on by the people gazing out of the tents and rushing out to greet their king and queen. The tragedy went beyond comprehension, yet the morale was high, and there was no shortage of people volunteering to do their bit, in whatever trade, to help.The mortal world is far from done.

He turned to the side to trade a gaze with Alexis as they rushed down a steep ramp of bare reinforced concrete stairs leading down into the hardened underground tunnels that protected the war room and the primary armed forces headquarter, and the femme fatale bit her lower lip slightly, her eyes glowing in the soft darkness.

They were prey of conflicting feelings as they prepared to battle for the survival of the mortal world: Mriya had been fighting for her life because of the assault of two mortals, and that did nothing to help things. The New World Order Army had claimed responsibility for the attack, and it was rearing its ugly head by marching an army "of liberation" into the kingdoms of the tigers, to "demolish their oppressive, tyrannical rule". The latest reports talked of a large NWOA army, supported and enhanced by regular Irenic troops, making its way northwards through the eastern kingdoms of Urania, Alfaya and Brunei. Reportedly, the large army had been put ashore in Urania by the combined fleets of Ire and its allies before they sailed onwards to blockage the southern shore of Killer's empire. The vast and modern army, although composed of races that were physically inferior to the massive tigers, had been winning a battle after another against the largely medieval-fashioned forces of those ultra-conservative reigns. The tigers were twice or thrice the size of their enemies and could grab one NWOA soldier in one hand and hurl him a mile away, but their obsession for fighting purely with bare hands, swords and other melee weapons left them at a dramatic disadvantage against a modern army well furnished with tanks, armoured vehicles, helicopters and heavy artillery.

When the combined army had encountered difficulties along the way, tactical nuclear strikes had been used to clear the way, annihilating thousands of tiger warriors in mere instants and completely erasing several towns and fortresses from the map. The NWOA had even sneaked a mini-submarine carrying a "dirty nuke" right in the middle of the "Ohara" offshore oil field, which was the largest in the world and the main source of the spectacular richness of Cerberus Raja, king of Alfaya. Personal richness, almost exclusively, because the Raja royal family has never thought it right to share the proceeds of their native lands' bounty with their people. A disgustingly rich king in a country on the brink of famine... hard to sympathize with the bastard...

The immense explosion had devastated the oil rigs and the oil deposit itself, releasing an ungodly amount of oil into the sea and setting it on fire. The reconnaissance satellites still showed the blinding light of the flames, floating upon the surface of the sea in an area of thousands of square miles.

There could be no doubt about the NWOA and Ira's final target being Killer's own kingdom, and that made it even harder for him to truly care about the fate of mortals that continued to take out their rage on him, against all reasons.

If that wasn't enough, nuclear-tipped ballistic missiles had been fired from Ire and Lunis and even Java, with Killer's empire as the main target. The anti-missile interceptors had worked well and hit most missiles in the high atmosphere, preventing a complete nuclear holocaust, but several warheads had made it down to earth and annihilated millions of lives in the Northern Empire and in other neighboring kingdoms.

Killer was glad for Alexander's self control, as his brother had, in his absence, decided in autonomy to order the empire's own submarines not to fire their own missiles in retaliation, avoiding an even greater disaster... but at the same time, he was very much tempted to personally destroy those counties to punish them for their cruelty and sheer stupidity. He craved revenge for all the suffering they had caused. He felt a desperate need to unleash his fury, to punish someone - anyone - for the traitorous, cowardly attack on his beloved daughter. It was hard to think about saving the mortals when, at the same time, he felt such a powerful desire for their destruction and punishment.

The mysterious RA, of course, had made its own move in the gigantic war, putting to sea a fleet centered on a gigantic monstrosity: a hybrid between a battleship and a titanic aircraft carrier. Literally miles long, it was a moving base rather than just a ship, and no one had any idea where it had been built, which was extraordinary considering its dimensions. The sudden appearance of the massive dreadnought and its vast fleet of escorts and support vessels had been another strategic shock, but they had some time before having to truly worry about it, as it was currently sailing in the western oceans of the southern hemisphere, with many thousands of miles to go before it would become an immediate threat. The appearance of such a large RA force so far away from Alfaya was a puzzling enigma, however. Killer had long suspected that Alfaya was the main kingdom behind the mysterious RA organization, but now he was left doubting of his own convictions: with Alfaya dealing with the invading combined forces of Ire and of the NWOA, the RA should have been fighting to protect its main funding source. And yet, the RA was sailing on a north course, tens of thousands of miles away, in the western ocean, without a care in the world for the fate of Alfaya in the east.

Are we back to square one...? Is Alfaya not to blame...? Or are they just putting up some kind of elaborate ruse...? He huffed in frustration, scratching nervously at his forehead before simply making a grimace, hating the fact that the answers never seemed to come within reach. Alexis gave him a soft smile, understanding all too well how he felt, and then she tilted her head slightly to the side, folding her arms on her chest and looking amused as stepped ahead to push the heavy blast door open for her.

She walked past him with a smile, tracing her fingers along the mighty profile of his chest in passing, and she pulled her tail up to teasingly stroke under his chin with it, flashing him a grin from over her shoulder.

It was all it took to have Killer feeling better already, as he allowed the heavy, massive door to swing closed and followed slowly behind her, taking in the glory of the natural, seductive sway of her hips, her spectacular body moving with the usual unmatched, smooth grace that never failed to send a rush of blood down into his member. "Careful there, lover... you don't want to walk into the war room with your pants in tatters and your massive cock dangling out in a semi, do you...? They haven't seen you at your new sizes yet, they might get a stroke..." Alexis teased, her eye glowing with lust and entertainment as she gazed at him over her powerful shoulder, well aware of the effect she had on him and taking great pleasure from the sight of the already monstrous bulge in his pants swelling even more, audibly stretching the fabric.

"Oh, crap..." Killer groaned, realizing only then that Alexander and Siegfried were no doubt going to have some difficulties finding that their big brother had grown a good five feet taller in what, for them, had been little more than a night, however long and busy and bloody. Alexis only grinned, stepping to the side a little as a soft, cool fog of powerful disinfectant wooshed into the narrow space along with new, pure air, as a compressed over-pressurized the anteroom and made it impossible for any kind of poisonous substance to filter inside. Killer had to turn sideways and lean into the wall to move past her, but he was right on time when the heavy lock clanked open, his muscles barely flexing as he pushed the immense shutter of steel wide open.

"How is Mriya? How is Anubis? Where the hell have you vanished to, all of a sudden, while everything went apeshit crazy...?" Siegfried immediately enquired, not even looking up from the handful of papers he was examining, the holographic,3-dimensional map projected in front of him as the computer-table buzzed quietly, without drowning away the soft noise of the compressors that worked to keep the bunker pressurized. The immense banks of computers and servers and their liquid cooling system in the adjacent room could be heard working even through the solid reinforced-concrete wall.

Alexander was sitting at the table as well, facing Siegfried and giving his back to Killer, while Vesta and William stood side to side to the left of the table. The goddess grinned widely as she looked towards the huge male, already anticipating the shock on the faces of Killer's little brothers, while William was as serious and impassible as always, his attention returning to the map after he gave a nod of salute to both ligers.

"Mriya and Anubis are both safe now, but Dream was ambushed by two NWOA bastards pretending to be civilians in need of help... they had a well camouflaged rail gun and hit her point blank. She went very, very close to dying..." Killer quietly replied, and he saw his brothers stiffening in shock and horror, before Siegfried let out a weird sound realization followed by an exclamation of surprise and disbelief: "They hit her with a freaking rail gun... and she survived...?" Cold finally dropped his papers and looked up with a frown of confusion that immediately became a wide gape of shock as he found Killer's massive, broad chest at the height where his eyes had once been.

"Holy frigging shit on a stick!" Siegfried blurted while slowly looking up, and up, until he finally found his brother's face, and then he took a look at Alexis as well, shaking his head slowly. "How the fuck did you grow that big in just one night...?"

The goddess smirked in entertainment at that, tilting her head slightly sideways as she playfully commented: "When did your mouth get that dirty, Cold...? I struggle to recognize you."

The male snorted a bit at that, shaking his head with a dismissive wave of his hand as he replied: "The world went tits up whole all of a sudden, and if the apocalypse is coming I figure that being as foul mouthed as you guys won't make the news." He paused, taking another long look at her beautiful, powerful form before moving his gaze back to his older and bigger brother, eventually lingering for a long time on the monstrous bulge down one leg of his jeans. "Holy hell, brother... we are going to have to create a special weapon license for that thing. Seriously, what happened to you...?"

"It is too long of a story to tell it now." Killer replied, as Alexander just stared intently, left speechless by the changes. "Vesta here was supposed to warn you, but of course she must have thought it funnier to see your eyes go wide at the sight..." He added, raising his voice and turning slightly to glare accusingly at the queen of Seraphims, who only grinned widely, enjoying the whole situation far too much.

"Did you... did you... die and become angels...?" Alexander quietly asked, and William shook his head slowly, smirking a little as he gazed at the two lovers: "They haven't died, no worries... they have been trained in Heaven, though. And they are far, far stronger than the Killer and Alexis you used to know."

"That much I can see." Siegfried replied, almost irritably in his hunger to know more and understand, as he studied his brother's massive form. "You've built up even more muscle in proportion, even through you have grown even bigger. I don't think I could take a punch from you now... it used to be a problem before, now it would be a funeral."

"You can't see the half of it, Siegfried." William cautioned, shaking his head slowly, and Alexis cut the argument short by announcing: "It turned out that we are gods, and that there is a prophecy about this mess, and about us fixing it. That is the short version of the story."

Alexander recoiled in his chair, blinking in shock and disbelief, and Siegfried leaned forwards over the table, one eyebrow arching up as he gazed at them flatly for a long moment, before laughing loudly. "Okay, okay, that was a funny one... very fantasy movie-like. But seriously, what is the true story?"

Killer sighed tiredly at that, then turned to the side to trade a look with Alexis... and when she grinned and closed her eyes, Siegfried vanished from the spot, spooking Alexander enough that the bulky male threw back his chair and stepped away from the table, nearly falling over on his ass, exclaiming: "W-where did he go...?"

"I sent him in a little time out in deep space." Alexis replied, as if it was the most natural of things, and Alexander swallowed and made a little grimace at the thought. "We do not have time right now for his questions, and I trust that a little demonstration will shut him up."

"I'll make sure to never, never, never make you angry, Alexis." Alexander commented, a little smile spreading on his features as he straightened and crossed his arms on the table, leaning over it for support. "But hey, that's great news. You should be able to solve quite a lot of issues that we are no other solution for. Gaia sure has helped us greatly, giving the Colonies a long-term food and water supply."

The Colonies were towns, fortresses and strongholds that had been fortified, much like Kendrew, to survive the effects of the demonic corruption spreading over the earth and repeal the assaults of the hordes of Hell. They were the only hope of survival for the mortals, but would have never had a chance to resist for more than mere weeks without a reliable source of drinking water and a mean to produce food, and there was no mortal technology that could guarantee any of the two while Hell's essence poisoned the world. Gaia, however, had traveled from Colony to Colony to create immense underground caves, inside of which she had then created wellsprings of pure water, giving life to new and vast lakes. She had also been able to create fertile land hundreds of meters beneath the surface of the earth, using fountains and rivers of magma to give the plants sun-like light and heat. Mortal technology had also been able to help, thanks to massive UV lamps that worked like artificial suns for the crops.

Together, those measures had made the Colonies a viable hope, allowing each stronghold to become self-supporting even while the world died and withered all around.

"We intend to solve the NWOA and Ire problem, first of all." Killer coldly announced, and Alexander did not miss the barely restrained fury that his apparently calm tone attempted to hide. Alexis grunted her agreement and tilted her head slightly to the side, a crackle of energy resounding in the room as Siegfried appeared out of thin air, his eyes bulging and his mouth gaping as he let out an unending, inarticulate yell of shock and terror. His scream died down into embarrassed silence as he realized that he was no longer floating in deep space, and he stared at Alexis and Killer in disbelief.

"Was it you...? I suddenly found myself floating in space. Cold like hell. Empty like hell. Dark like hell." Siegfried grumbled, and Alexis smirked in evil amusement, nodding cheerfully.

"We don't have much left for taking on Ire, brother." Alexander cautioned, sneaking a sideways glance towards Siegfried as the younger male dusted himself off, trembling slightly and huffing as he studied himself as if expecting to find some kind of space-induced damage. "Sandy is doing miracles out at sea, but the old man won't be able to keep going forever. His ships are beginning to run low on missiles, and you know how difficult it is to replenish the launch cells while underway. The weather has been atrocious ever since the dark portals opened, and they have barely managed to sling across the tubes for topping up the fuel tanks. There's no way in hell they are going to be able to move the missiles."

Killer could picture the problem clearly in his mind, knowing how modern warships were built. The missiles were held inside sealed canisters which also acted as launch tubes. The canisters were slotted vertically into silos cut in the decks of the ship, to maximize the number of weapons carried and to make it possible to launch multiple ones at the same time. The one problem was that re-arming was a very complex affair. Moving on board canisters that weighted never less than one ton and were several meters in length was a challenging exercise even in port; at sea, the entire operation became even more complicated.

Reloads were carried on the logistic and supply vessels of the fleet, which had to take up station some tens of meters out on one side of the warship needing new rounds. Strong cables were fired across and used to establish a messenger line which allowed the transfer rig lines to be connected from supplier to receiver. Finally, the canisters were carefully slid along the rig cables, brought on board the warship and pushed on trailers for the ride down the deck towards the silos on the bow and on the stern. There, a sort of wheel-less tractor, moving on rails, would grab the empty canister, lift it out, swap it for the full one, erect this one vertically and slot it down into the empty cell.

The operation was demanding, dangerous and complex, and could only be attempted if the sea conditions were within reasonable limits. There were a thousand things that could go wrong at any moment during the long period of time during which the two ships had to run side-by-side holding to precisely the same course and speed.

"Whenever the enemy has managed to get an idea of Sandy's position, it has fired barrages of anti-ship and cruise missiles against him. He has had to expend a lot of missiles to shoot them down, and he is running even lower on decoys." Alexander continued, before tapping a finger on the 3-dimensional map to enlarge the projection of the southern regions of the empire. "The air force can't do any offensive mission either, busy as they are staying alive and fighting back Ire's swarms of long range bombers, cruise missiles and the escort fighters. They have cratered most of our runways in the very first assault... thankfully, the emergency teams were able to fill the holes with gravel and plate them over, and ever since Vesta and Gaia have arrived we have been able to slap the cruise missiles out of the sky. We can hold, but not attack. I can't give you much to work with."

"We don't need anything, brother." Killer calmly countered, and the other male fell silent, shifting a bit in the chair and trying to hold his composure even as he swallowed thickly. "You just have to continue holding the colonies safe. Alexis and I will remove Ire and the NWOA from the equation."

"Brother, did you forget the firepower of Ire's fleet...? Have you gone insane?" Siegfried countered, tapping a finger against his temple. "Let me remind you: fifteen carrier strike groups with, what? 1500 embarked fighter jets, plus helicopters on all the escorts. Four fucking hundred major warships, one hundred nuclear attack submarines, plus extra support from their aviation ashore. And then there are their Lunis allies and all the other thugs of the usual gang."

"They could be ten times as many, and I could still literally take a crap on them and crush them out of existence with it. I will slap my cock on their weak, useless, pathetic country and crush it like the gnat it is." Killer easily replied, and Siegfried paled and opened and closed his mouth a few times, with only a strangled cry coming out.

Vesta smirked a bit at his comment, but then frowned thoughtfully, gauging the fury she saw lingering in the back of his eyes, and she quietly remarked: "Have mercy on them, Killer... you don't want to turn Ire into your footprint. You'd regret it for the rest of your life. Your anger is a bad counselor. I know you don't want to slaughter innocents, no matter how angry you are right now."

"They are accomplices in the plot to murder Mriya!" Killer angrily hissed, and energy crackled around his form as he balled up his fists, and Siegfried stared in awe as reality trembled and distorted around the enormous male. "They have attacked us, once more. They tell the world that the demons are our creation, our fault. They have nuked my people. Fired cruise missiles with the intent of killing me and my family in our sleep."

"Not all of them, Killer." Vesta quietly reminded, gazing at him with a soft smile, confident that his conscience would need only a little nudge to put restraints on his murderous desires. William straightened and sighed, shaking his head slowly before looking straight into Killer's eyes, speaking his words with a quiet voice: "Look, I hate them myself for what they have done and for what they are doing. But the decisions have been taken by few, and enacted by a few more. Plenty of people throughout Ire, even within its armed forces, do not want any of this. They do not deserve to die for the sins of others. Others that they don't have the strength to oppose."

Killer breathed loudly, trembling a bit in his fury as his chest heaved, muscles flexing with terrifying power, causing Siegfried to nervously back away from him, sitting down into a chair and staring wide-eyed at the immense might that was rattling reality. The huge male let out the air through his fangs, gritting his teeth in frustration and throwing his head backwards, closing his eyes for a long moment... before sighing as he looked back into Vesta's eyes and announced: "Fine... you are right, of course. I'll give Ire a chance to continue to exist. I'll let the country be. But I'm going to make sure, absolutely sure, that they learn their place this time around. I'll show them what real power is, and then they'll better crawl in the dirt like the maggots they are, and be grateful for my mercy, because if they dare challenging me again, I'll destroy even the memory of their existence."

Vesta swallowed a bit at that, knowing that no word said by Killer was exaggerated or empty: he was determined to act, and there was no doubt that he had all the power he needed to easily take care of whatever Ire could field. She turned her gaze to Alexis, opening her mouth to ask her to use her ascendancy on Killer to convince him to moderate his actions, but the femme fatale closed her eyes and shook her head slowly, pre-empting her demand. "I'm not going to ask him to hold back. I don't feel like doing it. I don't feel like those traitors deserve it. I'm very, very tempted to crush their whole country out of existence, so I'm the last person they should pray to for help. They won't have any from me."

"I will spare the towns, but their fleet will be given a very clear choice: grovel before us and run back into port as quickly as they can, or be completely annihilated. I will only ask once, and it is already generous of me." Killer coldly said, and Vesta nodded silently, knowing that insisting was not going to work. She knew that hundreds of thousands of mortals were on board those ships and aircraft, and she suspected that they would not be smart enough to retreat at the first warning... but admittedly, sad as it was to think that they would soon be all dead, she did not manage to truly regret it. The stupidity, arrogance and cruelty of Ire's actions during the demonic war made it hard to feel any sympathy for them, and she couldn't help the dark, vicious delight she felt in the deep at the thought of such destruction, of such complete, one-sided, unfair, brutal dominance. There was something arousing in the thought that the greatest force ever assembled by the mortals was but a pathetic zero, a powerless toy lost in Killer's shadow. He utterly owned them: their collective hopes, efforts, dreams did not matter one bit against the very laziest of his whims.

She knew she should not love such thoughts, that it was very unholy and very much not angel-like, but even as her cheeks blushed slightly, she savored the images that came to the fore in her mind, a shiver of pleasure running down her spine.

Alexander cleared his throat quietly, trying to grasp the immensity of the feat that Killer was promising, amazed by how he announced it as if it was a walk in the park. He wondered for a long moment about the power it would take, and he repressed a shiver of fear, envy and sheer awe at the impossible numbers that came to mind. "Are... are you able to take care of the RA's fleet as well; and of the NWOA army in the east?"

"Easily." Alexis replied with a shrug, before Killer walked up to the table and leaned over it, looking down at the red dots that indicated the positions where the enemy forces had been sighted for the last time. "They are still far away from us, so we'll leave that for later... if the soldiers in the NWOA armada have any brains inside their thick skulls, they will dig holes in the dirt and seek to vanish from sight once they discover the fate of the fleet out at sea. We might not need to waste any time with them... although I _do_hope they give me a reason to squish them." The huge male paused, frowning thoughtfully as he took a look at the map of Alfaya, following the movements of the NWOA army: they had raided several major towns and captured or destroyed the infrastructure in several oil fields, and soon they would come within artillery range of the capital of the kingdom. He looked towards his brothers, smirking a bit at the awe, fear and disbelief he guessed in their eyes, before calmly adding: "I'm not sure I want that NWOA army vaporized yet... even if our suspects are proven wrong and Alfaya has nothing to do with the RA, they are still kingdoms which have always treated us like enemies. They leapt at the chance of hurting us by helping Riaku invading Kesteven and Glacial... Sincerely, I'm kind of glad that they are getting their ass handed to them on a plate. I don't mind Alfaya and the NWOA hacking at each other. I wish they would kill each other, in fact. It would rid the world of a couple of big and annoying problems."

"If you allow the mortals to squabble between them and destroy their armies in futile fights, we will have no one left to help us in the fight against the demons." Siegfried warned, tapping a finger over the table and picking up the papers he had abandoned earlier. "I've been trying to establish good relationships with other countries, or at least with other soldiers. Several governments continue to point the finger at us and tell everyone that we are responsible for this apocalypse, but the soldiers we helped in all those Foreign Internal Defence missions remember what we really did. Many have gladly joined our ranks when called... I would like to get many, many more. We can train them, and to a degree we can equip them. But if they slice each other throats, they only become yet more undead we'll need to burn into ashes. Remember, everyone who dies ends up serving Hell twice: the corpse becomes an undead, the soul goes down to be built up into a very physical, very powerful demon."

"Would you be able to... like. Use your godly power to... multiply stuff, to expand our stocks of equipment, to build factories where we can assemble even more...?" Alexander hesitatingly asked, clearly feeling stupid formulating such thoughts, which felt so irrational and implausible, completely out of character for him, who had ever only believed in what he could see, touch and verify.

"That would not be a problem, I think." Killer quietly replied, but then he looked down at the map with a little grimace. "I don't know how useful it might be, though. Demons are powerful, too powerful for the mortals to have a real prayer. And we simply cannot win this war by fighting here in the mortal world: an hour here is 125 years in Hell, so whatever we do we will never be able to catch up to them, never."

"That explains a lot." Siegfried muttered, making a grimace of distaste. "For each one we kill, one hundred more come out of the portals. Now I see why."

"We cannot win here, but we sure can lose if we allow Hell to swarm all over us." Vesta remarked, and she stepped forwards to point her finger at some of the colonies on the map. "We need to hold the Colonies. We need to create a few more, even, while there are still survivors to help and protect. And for that we will need troops. As many as we can get. Even with all their limits, mortals can still do a lot for each other."

"We will move into Hell as soon as possible, but before we go we must make sure we will not lose back here." Alexis agreed, folding her arms and trading a look with Killer. "Once we break Hell's defences, we should be able to teleport back and forth, but we cannot be everywhere at once. We need the Colonies to be strong enough to survive and endure the siege. Even Alfaya might still be useful."

Killer thought about it for a moment, and finally nodded, accepting their points. "You are right, as always. We shall give even Alfaya a chance... but we will not intervene in their favor unless they make the call. And they'll better be kind and convincing."

"Oh, they'll be, they'll be..." Siegfried commented, grinning a bit as he pointed at the last known position of the NWOA armada. "The capital is the next town on the line, so I expect Cerberus Raja to seek assistance very soon. He is an asshole, but not at all stupid. He cherishes his throne and his treasure too much to risk them, even if the alternative is begging a former enemy for help."

"What about the RA super-ship?" William enquired, and Alexander touched the 3D holographic projection, using his fingers to zoom the map at the fleet's position, revealing the most recent images they had. "The satellite will be passing over them again within the next couple of hours, so we'll get a more up to date vision, but I expect to find them still headed for Lunis. They seem determined to take the island-state as their first prize."

"Don't they know that we are watching them...?" Alexis asked, arching an eyebrow, and Alexander leaned back in the chair and looked up at her with a little, enigmatic smirk, folding his arms. "Oh, they know all too well. They have been "painting" the satellite with the ship's radar every time, to let us know that they could shoot it down if they wanted to. But they seem to like being watched: they have made no attempt to avoid detection and they didn't bother with any change of course to give us doubts about their final destination."

"They are challenging us." Alexis coldly said, and Siegfried shrugged a bit and nodded.

"Yes, they are. And there really is nothing we could do about it, at least in conventional ways. The best weapon for sinking a ship is a submarine, but even assuming we could send ours down south and penetrate the screen of her escorts, I doubt our subs would have enough torpedoes between them to send her to the bottom or even achieve a Mission Kill. That thing is so ludicrously ginormous, heavily armoured and, no doubts on it, split into so many thousands of compartments that she can tank ungodly amounts of damage. We'd have to nuke the thing to achieve anything worth of note. But our ballistic missiles aren't really meant for attacking ships, of course... and she carries so many missiles, including exo-atmospheric ones, that she'd just turn each and every one of our missiles into space junk before they had a chance to begin their re-entry and dive on the target."

"She's virtually impossible to sink, and so heavily armed that getting close to her is unthinkable. She could take even Ire's fleet apart, on her own. It is a monster, simply put." Siegfried exclaimed, walking up to the corner of the table and using his finger to draw a rectangle around the massive vessel, zooming the image further. Killer studied the photo with attention and with a critical eye, awed by the sheer proportions of the project. The massive ship looked like the fantasy of a child, turned into a terrible, impossible reality: at one time battleship and aircraft carrier, and with a massive well dock in the stern, large enough to take not just landing crafts, but "normal-sized" ships whole. The front of the ship was sleek, fast, aggressive, with an ultra-thin wave-piercing bow, angled backwards in tumblehome shape. An immense missile silo occupied most of the bow, and Killer got lost attempting to count, or even just guess the number of cells, knowing all too well that each little lid protected at least one missile. There were hundreds and hundreds, with more cells arranged in rows that ran all along the perimeter of the deck. Some of the cells were massive, far larger than the others, and Killer could only wonder what kind of monstrous missile was hidden into those sarcophaguses. Then there were the immense gun towers, arranged one higher than the other, like on the old battleships. Each tower was armed with four gigantic rail guns, of ungodly caliber. Considering the size of the warship, Killer guessed that each barrel had to be at least 28 or 30 feet across, which meant bullets as large as two or three buses parked side by side, something he struggled to even imagine.

The massive, heavily armoured superstructure was topped by a tall, enormous pyramid-like mast, with a spherical radome on the very tip and with immense flat radar faces on each side, giving 360° coverage out to, no doubt, unbelievable ranges. The arrays were so ridiculously large that Killer was ready to bet that birds would get literally roasted if they ever tried to get anywhere close to the mast.

Smaller, but still massive gun towers were arranged all around the "fortress" made up by the superstructure: Killer counted 84 guns in 28 triple turrets. And there were entire batteries of single-gun turrets, their barrels aimed skywards, making it obvious that they were meant to put up a wall of steel and fire in front of any enemy aircraft daring to attack the super-ship.

The stern half of the ship was, if possible, even more impressive: it was much larger, spreading out in trimaran shape, with two smaller hulls connected to the central one to form a vast, flat space that extended in two diverging runways at the flanks. They had to be each well over 2 miles in length, so that not just fighters, but even heavy cargo and bomber aircraft could take off and land on her deck. Elevators as large as town squares moved the aircraft down into the cavernous hangars beneath the armoured deck, and further below there had to be an immense well dock as large as a small port. An access door was in the stern, with another in the front of the trimaran hull area, on either side of the central, main hull.

There was a simply absurd number of smaller guns, missile launchers and laser turrets arranged along the sides, to offer close-in protection against anything daring to come close... and Killer shook his head slowly in true awe as he looked at the literally hundreds of aircraft parked along the two diverging runways.

"This nightmare is more than 6 miles in length. Its largest railguns fire projectiles that are larger than three trains parked shoulder to shoulder, chucking them easily over one thousand kilometers. The "smaller" railguns can still annihilate enemy ships from hundreds of kilometers away. We have counted 2300 missile cells, of various sizes, before giving up. We have no idea how many thousands of soldiers are hidden inside, but her well dock holds a whole fleet of landing crafts and her air wing dwarfs pretty much any air force in the world." Siegfried explained, before making a grimace and shaking his head slowly. "Whoever designed this thing is completely mental. Those who accepted the design and decided to fund it are even more insane. But now it is operational, and they must be laughing at us all. There's nothing that can hope to face that... thing." He paused, then looked flatly at Alexis and sardonically grumbled: "Unless you are going to tell me that you can."

"Should I send you on the Sun for your next little vacation, so you get your answer...?" Alexis teased, and Siegfried winced and flailed his arms and hands, shaking his head in denial, backstepping away from her. The goddess looked down at the warship, smirking as she arched her back slightly, flexing the enormous musculature of her spectacular body, energy crackling around her. "It is a very impressive toy, but still a toy. Dealing with it should be fun."

"Just how strong are you...?" Alexander asked, arching an eyebrow but otherwise trying his best to hide his awe, his envy, his disbelief that bordered on irritation in front of the arrogance of Alexis and Killer. He was used to their enormous strength and to their antics, but this was a whole new level and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to take it. It was hard for him not to just call them both insane, with how grand were their claims. He wasn't sure whether he should envy them, or have them locked safely away before they could foolishly charge against dangers way bigger than them. But Alexis and Killer only grinned amusedly in front of his shock and evident disbelief, trading a gaze and a laugh before the femme fatale walked up to Alexander's chair and gripped the backrest, spinning it until he was facing her.

He blushed , murmuring an apology for the evident bulge in his pants as he found his eyes staring right up at the epic amount of bare underboob above Alexis's powerful abs, but the goddess only grinned a bit, knowing all too well the effects she had on males and loving them. She pulled up one booted foot instead, making him swallow thickly as her spectacular thigh flexed and bulged with muscle in front of his face, before he winced as she landed her foot on his own leg, just above the knee, her sharp high heel poking painfully into his flesh.

Siegfried leaned over the table, almost crawling closer to her, mouth slightly agape as he admired her muscular, beautiful long leg, before the goddess smirked and rested one arm across her thigh, leaning down on it and then twisting her foot slightly sideways, making Alexander grunt in discomfort as her spiked sole ground into his flesh... until all color drained away from his face as he took a good gaze at her stiletto heel. "Those are real. And inhabited." Alexis announced, and Alexander gaped in awe at the sight of the tiny, powerless planets orbiting slowly around her heel, before Siegfried caught sight of them as well and his shoulders suddenly slumped so much that he almost smashed his chin into the table. "P-planets...?"

"Yes... does that give you an idea?" Alexis smugly teased, grinning predatorily before pulling her foot off and adding: "If you have any unmanned aircraft keeping an eye on Ire's fleet, enjoy the show. We'll make it good, I promise."

"Are televisions still working...?" Killer asked, suddenly looking thoughtful, and Siegfried, after a long moment spent shaking the awe off his face, snorted in derision and replied: "Almost universally no. Even the radio waves are mostly silent. A lot of people no longer have homes, and they sure as hell no longer have a TV. The infrastructure is almost completely gone, and everyone who worked in television has either died or gone hiding together with everyone else."

Alexander first frowned slightly, not understanding the reasons behind Killer's question, but it soon dawned on him and he tilted his head to the side with a little nod of approval for his brother's lucid thinking. "Internet is the only civilian media that still kind of works. The network is so widely distributed that some key servers have survived all this mess. That's how a fair portion of people still get to communicate at least a little."

"Then I need you to use your hacking skills, Cold. I want you to live-stream the destruction of Ire's fleet, out to every internet connection still working." Killer commanded, and his younger brother folded his arms with a little smirk, commenting teasingly: "I can take care of that, you arrogant exhibitionist..." Despite the tease, he and everyone else in the room had understood all too well what Killer had in mind: making of Ire's fleet a true example. The whole world had to see and know the fate of those warships, so that no one else would ever have doubts again about who was in charge.

"Good. Where are Gaia and Ira?" Killer asked, turning his attention towards Vesta as the goddess donned her helmet. "Ira is outside, on the hunt. We received reports about Tigars being in town, and she immediately headed out to give chase."

The huge male nodded slightly, taking a moment to remember and think of the massive taur demon, a high-ranking general that had already given them grief back in Heaven. Ira seemed to have a personal grudge with him, too, and Killer was not sure why. "Do you know why she hunts him down with such relentless determination...?"

Vesta nodded, deeply and slowly, her eyes seeking his before she explained: "He used to be one of her father's generals. The best among them; a warlord with great power over several provinces of Hell. Ira's father, at one point, planned to force her into becoming one of Tigar's wives... So, yeah. The hate runs deep."

Killer grunted in agreement and nodded immediately, remembering all too well how the abuses of Ira's father, terrible even for the standards of demons, had one day exasperated her enough that she had fought and killed her father and basically rebelled against the whole of Heaven. Ira was eventually captured and would have been executed hadn't Azura, the then goddess of Death, intervened at the last moment, bringing her away. Ira had eventually sought refuge into Heaven, gaining her Seraphim wings by striving always for excellence.

"Gaia is traveling all over the world to help the colonies build up vital infrastructure, and she's been gathering up survivors. I will be doing the same now, unless you have different orders, Master." Vesta continued, bringing her fist up to her heart in salute and standing at attention, waiting for his command until he smiled and shook his head slowly, signaling that he had no specific request for her.

"I need you guys to secure the colonies, and hold your ground. Gain me time, and keep saving as many mortals as you can. The last thing we want is Hell eating away a whole world of new souls." Killer calmly said, looking first at Vesta, then into William's eyes, than turning towards his brothers. "Alexis and I will take care of Ire and its lackeys, first of all." They nodded, and Killer turned around to leave, while Alexis grinned and adjusted her fingerless gloves before following him, pulling one fist up and winking at the others from over her shoulder. "Enjoy the show, guys and gals."

Energy crackled loudly through the sky, bolts of it shooting down to hit the sea far below as Killer and Alexis appeared out of thin air, effortlessly floating above clouds that immediately began to swirl around and away from them, as if to escape from their tremendous strength.

Ire's fleet was sailing down below, and they could easily identify the massive aircraft carriers, flanked by anti-air warfare destroyers and followed by logistic support and supply ships, with anti-submarine units and picket-line AA ships proceeding further out ahead, on the flanks and behind. The fifteen carrier strike groups were easily spotted, while the hundreds of escort ships sailing alone or in small teams were spread over so many miles of ocean that it was harder to find them all. The defences were organized on several successive lines, and Sandy's missiles and air attacks, predictably, had always clashed with the outer lines, never even getting close to the carriers.

A massive convoy of amphibious assault ships loaded with soldiers and tanks and stores and vehicles sailed in three columns abreast, flanked by escort ships that moved back and forth like shepherd dogs, sprinting and drifting regularly to make the most out of their towed sonar arrays, listening to each and every noise coming from the deep. Sandy's submarines had inflicted several losses to the escort groups, but the real targets were the carriers and the amphibious ships, and Ire's fleet was not going to let them get to those.

Invisible, moving well beneath the surface of the sea, there were also dozens of Ire's own submarines. Even the submarines couldn't hide from Alexis's energy vision, however, and she grinned predatorily, licking her lips slowly as she looked down at the proud, sleek, aggressive lines of the destroyers, with their tall radar masts, the twin helicopter hangar over the stern, the clusters of vertical missile launcher cells on the bow and between the two hangar bays, and the large gun tower up front. Years in the making; costing billions; crewed by well over 250 men and women, carrying over 100 missiles each, displacing over eleven thousand tons... and completely, pathetically useless in front of her incredible, devastating power. "I could crush them all out of existence with just a thought... " The femme fatale murmured, and Killer nodded with a grin, flexing his own enormous musculature, eager to just let go, to let his rage explode, to let his fists demolish the entire fleet, to annihilate those arrogant gnats that dared challenging him.

"Where is the fun in that, though...?" He asked, smirking as he looked down to see a flight of four fighter jets rushing towards them, long streaks of fire coming out of the engines as they used their afterburners to climb up towards them. Killer grinned in dark amusement as he thought of the confusion and worry in the fighters and onboard the ships as he and Alexis suddenly appeared on the radar screens, right above the fleet's precious carriers, unannounced and unexpected. "No, we shall make this slow... give them time to fill up their pants in terror and regret their stupidity."

Alexis nodded, grinning as the fighter jets fired a barrage of missiles, her eyes effortlessly following the large projectiles even as they accelerated to four times the speed of sound... before abruptly, absurdly stopping in midair as they flew close to her, so suddenly that they imploded, crushed by their own momentum. The fighters veered towards her, the pilots and co-pilots looking up through their canopies and gaping in shock and confusion, trying to understand what had just happened even as they fired a second barrage of missiles. Again, Alexis didn't even twitch, only smirking as she gazed at the roaring missiles and then gazed sideways, sending the projectiles veering wildly out of course, forcing them in a complete about turn that forced the fighter jets to break formation and scatter wildly through the sky to avoid their own weapons. Two of the jets turned against each other and collided in midair, exploding in a ball of orange, dirty burning fire and black smoke. "Ops." Alexis taunted, grinning sharkishly, before turning to Killer with a slightly tilt of her head. "So, who takes on them...? They are too little of a pastime to serve the both of us, and they sure as hell are too weak and pathetic to deserve your attention."

"You want all the fun for yourself..." Killer amusedly countered, and Alexis only grinned widely, half-gloating and half-apologizing for the obvious truth. The huge male took a look down at the fleet, as the carriers began to veer into the wind, launching all the fighters they had on deck, while the escorts sprinted forwards to take position between the flat tops and the two intruders. "But you are right, these bugs do not deserve my time..." The huge male finally commented, arching his back lazily and rolling his massive shoulders as his muscles bulged with obscene, fearsome power. "You can have them all. But make it fun to watch, huh...? Give me a show."

"So generous of you, lover... I love you." Alexis cheerfully replied, grinning widely as she balled her hands into fists and flexed, her pants filling up monstrously as she allowed her immense cock to materialize, clearly deciding to enjoy the little game to the full. "Seriously, what do you have in mind for later...?" She enquired, smirking at him from over her shoulder, knowing that he would make sure to have his part of fun.

"You'll see, my goddess..." Killer easily said, grinning widely, before returning serious as he added: "But do give them a chance. Only one. Show off your power to them, without destroying them. Order them back into their ports: if they are wise enough to run, we let them go."

Alexis sighed at that, shaking her head slowly, but she was smiling gently nonetheless. "You are way too generous to them, my love... but thankfully, they are too stupid to do as they are told. So what are your orders if they open fire?"

"You can annihilate the entire fleet, in whichever way you please. When they finally break into a run, do not stop. It is time for them to learn their place, once and for all... retreat is only an option when we say it is." Killer calmly said, and Alexis threw her head backwards with a low growl of pleasure and eagerness, one hand gripping into the immense bulge at the crotch of her pants, her fingers grinding teasingly over the mammoth shaft. "Just let three or four assholes alive... we want someone to live to tell the tale." Killer added after a brief instant, and Alexis licked her lips at the thought: the survivors would actually get the worst fate of all, their lives forever warped into an inferno, their memories of the goddess's power tormenting them and driving them into insanity. "You always have the best ideas..."

The goddess turned around to face the vast fleet, completely unfazed by the dozens of missiles that the fighter jets were launching against them, each and every projectile ending up caught in the invisible net of her telekinetic force well before it could hit. She theatrically raised a hand in front of her, then clenched it into a fist, and the hundreds of fighter jets and missiles shooting through the sky were brought to a sudden, brutal standstill, floating powerlessly in midair as the crews panicked and slammed their hands into the glass canopies, desperate to get out of aircraft that suddenly felt like traps, completely irresponsive to all commands.

Alexis could have easily done exactly the same thing without even needing to move her hand, but she did not want the mortals to have any doubt about what was happening. She smirked, moving with deliberate slowness to make sure that everyone would stare at her as she raised her other hand and idly pointed a finger skywards. Immediately, the hundreds of ships sailing the ocean beneath her were mercilessly ground to a halt and then, accompanied by the audible, collective shriek of three or more hundred thousand men and women, they were lifted out of the water by her impossible, unimaginable strength.

The screws still turning, the destroyers and even the massive aircraft carriers slowly soared upwards into the sky, water raining down from their wet hulls as the sailors fell over and then crawled to the edges of the decks, staring in terror at the open air beneath the keels.

Killer watched with interest, letting out a little growl of delight as Alexis's broad, muscular back flexed, revealing the full glory of her body while she leisurely played with the feeble mortal creations, licking her lips slowly as the hulls of several ships groaned loudly and dented violently inwards, the steel crumpling like paper and the keels snapping like twigs as her biceps tensed ever so slightly, her brutal power threatening to snuff each and every ship out of existence if she gripped them with just a little bit more firmness. "You worthless bugs are so frail, that the only difficulty in this game is keeping you alive and making it last..." The goddess taunted, and her voice echoed like thunder all over the fleet, reaching every last man, even deep down in the machinery rooms where the engines uselessly howled to turn shafts and screws that had no water to engage but only thin air.

"Hear me out, arrogant and stupid bugs. You have started a war against us, even though we are not the enemy. You dared challenging us, even though you have no hope at all in such a fight. You have been stupid. Very, very stupid..." Alexis calmly said, smirking mockingly as she effortlessly lifted the entire fleet high up in front of her, even the submarines breaking through the surface of the sea to float absurdly high up in midair, looking pathetic as they dripped with water, the periscopes extended as the crews inside looked towards the goddess, trembling in fear and confusion in front of a power that went far beyond their understanding. The femme fatale grinned down at the fleet, and to the eyes of the cowering mortals she looked 20 miles tall, rather than 20 feet, the color draining away from thousands of faces as she continued: "Some of you mortal idiots even thought that it would be smart to ambush our daughter, seek her help and then betray her... You cowardly picked on a child. And that was even more stupid than everything else you did."

Alexis grinned as she forced the ships to dance around in midair, humiliating the combined military power of the strongest nations of the world with nothing more than a lazy, taunting thought and a slow, leisurely motion of her finger. There was nothing the ships could do to regain control, as they were flipped upside down and slowly spun around in circles, the goddess laughing as she turned aircraft carriers weighting more than one hundred thousand tons into nothing more than toys, tilting them upside down and sending the dozens of aircraft and helicopters parked on the deck falling down into the ocean, before the sailors were thrown around the corridors and rooms like mere toy soldiers as the vessel somersaulted, then spun lazily around. On the destroyers, the crews were knocked wildly around the tiny cabins and narrow passageways, screaming and howling in pain as they slammed into the bulkheads, into pieces of furniture, or were sent crashing down steep staircases. On the large amphibious transports, tanks and trucks broke the chains securing them to the reinforced decks and went skidding and rolling wildly out of control, rushing like gigantic projectiles from one end of the cargo holds to the other. The heavy vehicles became ungodly hammers and bombs as they crashed into each other, smashed into the bulkheads, formed mountains of wrecked metal as tall as the ceilings of and eventually broke through the ship's flanks or flipped off the decks to crash into the sea, miles beneath, while terrified sailors scrambled to get out of the way.

"Even with how stupid and annoying you've been, we are so generous to offer you a way out of the pile of shit you've buried yourselves into." Alexis calmly announced, lounging lazily back in midair and gripping firmly into the enormous bulge in her pants, licking her lips as she squeezed into her enormous black shaft, feeling it swelling even thicker with a throb of arrogant power and hunger. She looked at the fleet - down at it, as even though she was standing at her normal height, just shy of 20 feet tall, there could be no doubt about who loomed supreme over who - and grinned as she slowly drew a circle with the tip of one finger, sending all ships tilting over on one side and spinning slowly upside down, then right up again, then down again, laughing of their helplessness as she so leisurely controlled their fate.

Killer let his breath out in a hiss through gritted fangs, grinning as his own body flexed eagerly, stroking two fingers idly down the length of his goliath shaft as he felt his member throbbing in lazy, arrogant pleasure, blood rushing into his cock with the pleasure that came from their supremacy over the world. He couldn't help but snort in amusement as he made a rapid estimate of the weight of the combined fleet, knowing for sure that it couldn't be less than ten million tons of steel, weapons, fuel and crews. They might as well have been ten feathers, mere specks of dust, because that was their relevance in front of Alexis's fearsome strength. She hadn't even begun to try. She was actually doing her best to hold back and restrain her power, and she was making it delightfully evident, mercilessly mocking the combined fleets.

"We are going to give you a chance to save your worthless hides. If you have a little bit of brain in those thick skulls, you are going to turn your ships around and run back into port and crawl back ashore like the maggots you are. Then you are going to grovel in the dirt and beg for forgiveness, before waiting patiently for our orders." Alexis softly said, her calm and amused voice sounding even more threatening than a growl, and everyone onboard the humiliated warships paled and trembled in panic as she grinned widely and made a dismissive gesture with her hand.

Immediately, the ships plunged downwards through the sky, so rapidly and violently that the sailors inside floated upwards to crash painfully into the ceilings, their combined shrieks of terror once more rising loud enough to reach Alexis's ears... and then the fleet slowed down its descent and hovered, motionless and captive, a couple hundred feet above the surface of the sea, sending the sailors crashing back down on the floor. Alexis laughed of the sheer panic she felt in the air, tasting their fear, listening to their shrieks, flexing her spectacular body and grinning as her mammoth shaft tensed and pushed hard against her leather pants, making them groan and loudly stretch and rip. "Oh, yes..." She hoarsely said, gripping into her thick leather-and-steel belt and easily undoing it, smirking as she announced: "I'll let you weak little boys see just how badly screwed you are..."

She pushed the belt out of the way, and dealt with the button and zip, loving how difficult it was while her enormous girth savagely stretched her pants outwards. "You are dirt... dirt and dust under my foot. And you are not worthy of getting to see my cock, you little whores... But I'm such a generous mistress." The goddess spread her legs wide and slowly pushed them down, grinning widely. The crying, terrified world was left staring at the base of her colossal, immense cock as her pants were slowly pushed down, revealing the obscene power of her virility. _ __ The thick, enormous base of her shaft was a monstrous display of god-shaming maleness. Its diameter was mind-blowing, and it bulged with thick veins that were larger than most male's whole cocks. The poor mortals immediately realized that there wasn't even point in trying to guess how many average-sized penises would have vanished into the vast volume of such almighty organ.__ _ And then there was the length. The goliath shaft was simply immense: the 10 inches mark, which was the dream and fantasy of most males, wasn't even worth celebrating, as she clearly had so much more. More and more potent inches of black, strong flesh were revealed. 20 inches, then forty, fifty, and still more, the huge cock dwarfing them all to insignificance. The enormous, heavy shaft was nearly 60 inches long while flaccid, and to all that there was to add a huge, engorged flared head half-covered in her thick foreskin. The monstrous cock-head alone was bigger than the whole genitalia of many males put together. The immense cock flopped down with a heavy swing as Alexis pushed her pants down past the knees, then simply made them vanish, releasing the beast's full might. It dangled, heavy and enormous, down past her knees, and as it swung down, it appeared to loom above the fleet like an unstoppable beast. The giant cock, while still flaccid, was literally bigger than most of the puny mortals on the ships were tall._ _ And to add to it all, Alexis's gigantic testicles dangled low, heavy and massive, so enormous that they bulged with thick veins as well, looking like they would burst out of her own sack, too big and just way too much even for her own powerful body.

Killer laughed in dark delight at that, and floated forwards to stand right by Alexis's side, trading a grin with her as he unleashed his own even larger beast, his gigantic cock beating even hers by a comfortable ten inches or more. The two lovers traded a grin and leisurely stroked their enormous black cocks, squeezing into their virile, solid flesh as their members grew even larger, swelling thicker and growing by close to ten inches with each almighty throb, making them snicker as they taunted: "This is how much you are screwed, bugs..!"

Alexis all but ignored the fleet, humiliating the mortals by showing that they weren't even worthy of her gaze, of her consideration, as she turned her thoughts to Killer's monstrous shaft instead, gripping the head of his member, grunting in lust at what an handful it was, her fingers stretched out over the massive, solid head and her thumb adoringly teasing at the thick corona while her index slid towards the vast cumslit, rubbing teasingly over the large hole before bending and pushing easily inside. Killer grunted in approval, slowly and majestically stroking his titanic shaft, bringing his hand all the way up to meet hers at the end of each stroke as she sensually pulled back the thick foreskin and hungrily worked her hand over the massive head, pushing her finger inside, right down to the knuckle. The mortals could do nothing but stare in awe and terror, their attention shifting every now and then to the hundreds of feet of thin air under the keel of their ships, fearing a future that was completely outside of their control as all systems refused to work, the guns crushed into forced silence, the hatches of the missile canisters sealed shut by her invincible force, the hulls groaning and crying as they cracked and deformed and crumpled. The sailors trembled inside their powerless coffins of steel, waiting for the plunge back down into the sea, waiting for her force to finally crush them out of existence, waiting for the next demonstration of her impossible, invincible power.

Alexis let them hang in midair for several long moments, occasionally allowing the ships to drop a few meters just to murr in dark amusement at the shrieks that immediately arose loud... but then, finally, she decided that the time for foreplay was over, and she allowed the great warships to fall through the sky until they crashed back into the waves, damaged and forlorn, as their tall masts in many cases snapped like twigs with the recoil of the impact, exploding into pieces and falling over, as crew members were sent crashing into the steel bulkheads to become ugly splatters of blood and gore, as the keels were deformed by the impact and antennas and other on-deck equipment exploded away like shrapnel, a few of the ships literally breaking in half and beginning to quickly vanish below the surface, without her even blessing them with a glance.

"Such a bunch of useless losers..." Alexis commented, ignoring them and instead focusing on Killer's mighty obsidian member, pumping a thick, rich rope of precum out of it, her other hand squeezing into her own giant shaft and jerking hard, helping up a huge load of her own pre and throw-away sperms. The ruined fleet was in disarray, with several ships rapidly sinking and dozens more damaged, and as soon as the terrified sailors realized that they at least could control their ships again now, many elected for a rapid escape. Several of the destroyers and even a few of the aircraft carriers began to veer away from Alexis and Killer, and when she let go of the aircraft and helicopters as well, dozens rushed away from the battlefield, flying away from her as quickly as they could. Many pilots all but ejected from their fighters and slowly descended towards the sea hanging from their parachutes, clearly hoping that giving up their weapons would gain the goddess's mercy. For a moment, it looked like the mortals would do the only right thing, but predictably some particularly dumb high officers stepped into the fray to prevent a general rout. Some of the destroyers all but turned their guns against their retreating colleagues and fired across their bows, while the radio waves undoubtedly were filled with threats, calls to action, swearing, and orders.

Some of the fleeting ships maneuvered to get back into line, while others continued to run away, only to be targeted by anti-ship missiles fired by their own compatriots, who apparently did not take kindly to deserters. Decoys were fired, and clouds of chaff and flares blossomed in midair around the fleeting ships, to sway the missiles on to wrong courses, while guns and surface-to-air missiles were fired to intercept the incoming weapons... And in the middle of all that chaos, most of the warships stupidly chose to open fire against the two gods.

"Told you... who is born an idiot, cannot die a smart man." Alexis commented, grinning in dark amusement as she leaned forwards to lick up Killer's cheek. She certainly could not pretend to be sorry about the mortals' suicidal choice, and the huge male himself was kind of glad for it. He could savor the kill already, and it was enough to think of Mriya and of the nuked towns in his kingdom to feel any mercy in him melting like snow in broad sunlight. There was regret somewhere deep within him, but it wasn't strong enough to balance the craving for destruction.

"Spare a few. They'll bear witness to your strength." Killer reminded, but the goddess only nodded with a smirk, all too eager to go and knowing exactly who she was going to let live. She gently pushed him backwards, grinning widely as she said: "You stay back and watch, huh...? These morsels are too little to be shared."

He nodded, snorting amusedly and looking at her with lust, one hand on his hip, the other leisurely stroking his immense black shaft, and the goddess gave him a wink, licking her lips slowly as she floated calmly away from him, cracking her neck slightly and taking it slow.

They paid absolutely no heed to the fleet even as hundreds of guns trailed their long barrels up against them; even as hundreds of armoured hatches opened and missiles began to blast out of their canisters, one after the other, soaring skywards with flashes of fire and long streaks of smoke that fused together into columns of fog thick enough to hide the launching ships from sight.

Alexis turned around to face the incoming barrage of missiles and cannon shells, grinning widely as her senses effortlessly tracked everything, down to the last bullet, her eyes seeing them all clearly, showing even the spinning of the artillery shells as they all seemed to move on extreme slow-motion, making barely any progress at all through the sky compared to the speed of her thoughts and movements.

She charged against the fighter jets first, cackling as she spread her mighty wings and flew forwards at a monstrous, impossible speed that made the mach 2 airplanes look like they were frozen in time and space, while the missiles and shells rushing towards her exploded uselessly hundreds of meters away from her as they were crushed and battered backwards by the shockwave of her speed. She laughed as the wings of the fighters disintegrated whenever she flew close by, the aircraft exploding into pieces without her even needing to touch them, their maneuvers slow, sloppy, useless, never able to keep up with her movements as she annihilated the frail machines just with her tremendous speed.

She slowed down after tearing right through the fleet of jets, a smirk spreading on her features as she spotted one of the large airborne early warning platforms, aircraft topped by a large circular radome that contained a powerful long-range sensor. A crew of 7 men inside the fuselage worked on computer screens and multiple radios and data links to provide targeting information to the fighters. She leisurely floated towards the bulky aircraft, grinning sharkishly as the large machine began to pathetically veer away, as if it had any chance to avoid her. She slammed her hands down on the nose of the aircraft, grinning at the pilots in the cockpit, and they cowered in their seats as she slowly, majestically cocked back her large fist, before smashing it through the armored glass, effortlessly tearing through and grabbing the pilot's skull. Her massive bicep barely flexed as he gave the small head a squeeze, and blood and gore squirted and splatters out all over the cockpit, the copilot shrieking and leaping off his seat to run towards the back of the airplane, where the five mission controllers worked at their consoles, but Alexis only laughed, gripping into the fuselage and clawing through the thin metal like it was soaked paper, before she simply tore the aircraft in two, dismissively tossing the two halves away as the crew members fell through the sky like stones.

She turned her attention towards an identical aircraft flying several miles away from her, veering on a diverging course, and she snickered as she held up one hand, using her telekinetic force to drag the plane towards her, holding it floating powerlessly above her head as she spun to locate yet another radar aircraft, far away to her right. "Catch!" She taunted, shoving her hand out towards the second aircraft, and the one floating above her was sent rushing through the sky like a meteor, smashing into its brethren and vanishing in a huge explosion.

The fighter jets finally managed to complete their turn and came roaring at full afterburner against her, the first in line half-hidden by a large cloud of smoke as it fired its Vulcan gun against her, but the goddess was unfazed by the large bullets smashing into her muscular, powerful body, and she only grinned as she floated calmly towards the fighter, slamming her elbow down into the root of one wing and breaking it clean off. The canopy exploded off the fuselage as it began to spin out of control and the seats of the two pilots fired out with large plumes of fire and smoke, but Alexis gripped first one, then the other, effortlessly restraining both ejection seats until the rockets burned out, the tiny men strapped in the seats trembling like leaves as they stared up at her... before she spun around and flung them hard into two more fighter jets, hard enough to smash the aircraft into pieces as clouds of red mist burst up from the impact.

A barrage of heat-seeking missiles fired from close range roared down against her, but Alexis only rested her hands on her hips and let out a gentle puff of wind from her lungs, cackling as it sent the missiles flying backwards through their own plumes of rocket fire before slamming into the aircraft from which they had been fired, causing a whole squadron of fourteen jets to explode into balls of dirty orange fire.

"Fuck yes..." The goddess hoarsely said, seizing her immense black shaft with both hands and squeezing and twisting her strong, hard flesh, jerking off majestically, firing out a thick rope of dense, potent precum and throwing her head back with a wide, sharkish grin, a cackle rising to her lips as she flexed her muscles and reveled in her own immense power. Missiles and fighter jets and bullets all around her began to spin wildly, caught in a force so much greater than them that it could not be understood, not even imagined, as hundreds of aircraft were sucked into that hellish tornado and slammed one against the other, smashed hard against their own missiles, thrust into barrages of bullets, hurled through the debris and wreckage of airplanes that had already shattered. Alexis stood in the middle, grinning widely as she taunted: "You sorry bunch make for such poor sport..." She gazed at one wildly spinning aircraft, and then turned slightly to look at another, and the two expensive machines were immediately sent rocketing against each other, smashing together with such violence that they simply disintegrated, the femme fatale laughing as she sent another large radar aircraft plunging off the sky like an asteroid, its wings tearing off because of the sheer speed of the drop before it slammed into a destroyer and exploded, rocking the whole ship as burning fuel splattered in every direction, the flames melting the paint away from the ship's flank and spreading viciously through the wrecked superstructure, feeding on everything that could burn. An aircraft entered Alexis's field of view and was immediately torn apart like a biscuit, snapped in half down the middle and then crushed viciously out of existence, the pilots reduced to a tiny splatter of crimson that rapidly evaporated away to nothing, before the radome on top of an airborne early warning platform snapped off its support and began to spin as fast as a sawblade, shooting through three jets and cutting them into pieces before disintegrating, while Alexis laughed loudly and sent jet fighters plunging down like meteors, smashing into the sea with enough violence to burst apart in tiny fragments or piercing into the warships down below, going off in massive explosions. "You don't even have a clue how pathetic you are, bugs..." Alexis mocked, grinning widely as she hungrily pumped her goliath black shaft, her huge cock making a mockery of the hundreds of weak males strapped inside the aircraft, before she arched her back with a cackle as she sent a whole air wing of over sixty fighters and four radar aircraft smashing into one of the vast aircraft carriers below, her eyes glowing with sapphire fire as the tremendous succession of impacts literally slammed the carrier sideways through the waves and crushed it down with enough force that at one point her flight deck was flooded by water. The waves crashed violently into the craters torn in the flight deck, flooded the hangar through the vast openings in the sides where the aircraft elevators moved up and down, and the ship became many, many thousands tons heavier than it should have been, struggling to right itself up again... before Alexis murred in dark amusement and turned her gaze to the wounded leviathan of a ship. The colossus, over 1100 feet long and weighting well over one hundred thousand tons, now increased even further by all the water and wreckage she had aboard, was hefted out of the water like it had no weight at all, its devastated deck swarming with hundreds, no, thousands of members of her crew that attempted to find a way to escape or that fought bravely against the fires left by the aircraft crashes, but none of their efforts had any meaning or hope. The aircraft carrier spun pathetically on itself as Alexis leaned lazily back in midair and leisurely stroked her immense black shaft, her eyes glowing as she cackled, shaking her head in delight and amusement at her own omnipotence as the aircraft carrier's hull groaned and creaked and shrieked as the metal was bent out of shape like it was warm butter. The carrier's island trembled violently, the steel letting out a loud, desperate groan that caused everyone on deck to turn around with gapes of terror and disbelief, before the 9-storey structure seemed to simply implode, crushed by an immense, unfathomable force that turned the tall mast and the forest of radomes and antennas on it into nothing but wreckage, before the armoured flight deck itself was twisted savagely out of shape, a tall ridge forming in the middle, from bow to stern... and then, with a deafening, terrifying howl, the metal tore and the crumpled remains of the island were ripped off the deck and sent spinning wildly into the winds of Alexis's invincible force.

The carrier's hull twisted on itself like spaghetti, the 1100 feet of steel and composites and alloys crushed into impossible, humiliating loops as Alexis bent the ship into a pretzel, until the keel simply snapped apart and the whole ship broke into pieces, collapsing into the sea as an unrecognizable wreckage.

_Alexis threw her head back and cackled, kicking her legs up and jerking her titan cock lazily, watching as another enormous rope of precum erupted from her goliath member and arched high through the air, firing an amazing distance away. "Can you even imagine what would happen to you puny microbes if I ever actually tried...?" The goddess taunted, grinning predatorily down at the fleet. "This is nothing, nothing at all for me... not even worth being called foreplay." _

She grinned, gazing dismissively over the spinning aircraft caught in the hurricane of her force, and it all suddenly froze stiff, the few airplanes still intact and the remains of those destroyed floating absurdly in the middle of the sky... before she closed her eyes with a smirk, and everything fell down to earth in a massive, terrifying cascade of gore, of corpses, of wreckage, of aircraft that refused to obey their crews' commands. Pilots and co-pilots banged desperately against their armoured canopies, they shrieked, they pulled at ejection levers just as inoperable as everything else, but there was no escaping as their aircraft plunged down into the sea or hailed viciously down into the ships beneath, exploding and spreading even more chaos and destruction. In mere moments, the sky was left devoid of life, the hundreds of jets that had crowded it now all gone and destroyed, annihilated without ever having a chance, leaving the goddess smirking as she gazed hungrily down at the damaged, mostly silent warships: the cannons were still firing uselessly against her, but the missile silos were now empty, all the rockets having been expended against her to no gain at all.

Alexis lazily gazed over the many ships, murring lightly as she tauntingly exaggerated her thinking about where to strike next, taking amusement from the terror of the powerless mortals down below, until she spotted four sailors struggling to pull down a conspicuous pennant from the mast of one of the surviving aircraft carriers. Those were the colors of the admiral leading the fleet, and the pennant identified the carrier as the flagship... but now the sailors on board were frantically trying to hide the flag that once had been a token of pride. Now all they wanted was to seem just as pathetic and uninteresting as everyone else, in the hope that the goddess would predate on someone else first.

"What is that, admiral...? Trying to hide...?" Alexis asked, her tone sweet and teasing but sending such terror down the mortals' spines that the sailors struggling to pull down the long flag all but leapt down from the carrier's island and crashed ruinously into the sea, dozens of meters below. "That's rather cowardly, my poor little bug..."

She easily dived down from the sky, grinning as she aimed for the aircraft carrier's vast flank, dropping down low and almost brushing the surface of the sea, enormous waves rising in her wake. The massive cruiser tasked with protection of the aircraft carrier rushed forwards to shield her side with its own mass, the gun tower on the bow trailing on Alexis and blasting shell after shell against her, while soldiers on the decks fired with everything they had, using the ship's light guns and even their own rifles to try and drive her back. The goddess ignored their efforts, their tiny bullets melting away to nothing long before they could come close to her spectacular body and even the heavy shells of the ship's cannon exploding early, battered by the waves of energy radiating off her and by the shockwave of her sheer speed.

Alexis dropped her muscular shoulder slightly and rammed into the steel hull of the massive warship, swinging her arm upwards on impact and cackling as she effortlessly slapped the twelve thousand tons of steel, weapons and sailors up out of the water, sending the cruiser literally flying into the side of the aircraft carrier, two hundred meters away. The tremendous impact slammed both ships sideways and nearly overturned them, the groan of crumpling steel sinisterly echoing over the sea while dozens of sailors and soldiers flew through the air like toys, crashing ruinously down into the cold waves. The goddess tore her way through the steel bulkheads with the same ease of pushing aside a thin curtain, smashing through the side of the ship and then shooting upwards through two floors and the armoured weather deck, flipping once in midair and landing elegantly on her feet, catching two soldiers under her soles and grinning as they burst apart into thick splatters of blood and gore, squished like the bugs they were.

A terrified third sailor on the deck ahead of her fell on his ass but brought a small radio to his mouth, shouting in it to trail the cannon against her... but Alexis only smirked patronizingly at him before gazing over her shoulder at the gun tower right behind her. She slowly, majestically pulled up one foot and then idly kicked it hard backwards, crumpling the steel tower into a useless piece of wreckage and sending the gun's barrel spearing down through the deck, the fragments of it exploding away with such violence that they pierced through the bow of the ship like shrapnel. The soldier crawled backwards with a shriek of terror, disbelief and denial, drawing out his pistol and frantically firing against her, again and again, continuing to squeeze on the trigger even when the gun began to click dry, tears streaking down his cheeks as the bullets simply shattered in midair, unable to get anywhere close to her as she snickered and walked towards him.

_The puny canine male couldn't help but stare at her spectacular body, gaping in awe at the wondrous sight of her muscular thighs flexing and bulging with power with each step, her long legs a stunning mix of female grace and sheer, immense power. How could they ever hope to stand up to her strength and perfection, he found himself wondering, and he fell forwards with a cry, dropping his useless gun and leaning his face into the deck as he groveled and begged: "Have mercy on me, goddess... please... my invincible mistress... have mercy..." _

He trembled in fear when he felt her foot settling down a mere inch away from his skull, the steel deck denting and shaking with the force of her mere step, and he whined weakly and desperately before daring to look up. Her almighty, spectacular leg loomed above him like a tower, and he gaped in awe at her mighty calves and at the glory of her powerful thigh. Alexis's foot was clad in a high-heeled boot that seemed to be made of gold and black leather... but the gold was too luminous, and the leather too dark, making him think of the sun and of the darkest of nights. He could not know it, but that was very close to the reality, as her boots were made of solidified light and darkness. Criss-crossing thick straps of "leather" and "gold" rings were tightly wrapped around her muscular leg, reaching all the way up to just beneath her knee, and they groaned audibly as her muscles bulged against them. The boot was open on the tip, leaving the goddess's toes in display, some of them wearing toe-rings of solid gold, and her long, curved talons, beautiful in their deadly perfection, reached forwards almost to touch his features. Her boots and toes were caked crimson by thick splatters of blood and squished gore, the poor remains of those she had stepped upon, and he shivered in terror, gazing past her foot to stare at the ugly red splatters on the deck, unrecognizable remains of the two soldiers that had been with him just moments before, and he swallowed as he looked at the crimson footprints she had left on the wooden planks while walking up to him.

She had crushed them underfoot, just like that. Trampled in passing, like bugs. Like dust under her feet. And as he looked up at her, the terrified soldier couldn't help but feel, even through the rage and the despair, that it was only right. They were tiny, worthless bugs to her, and they had dared standing in her way... their fate could not have been any different.

Whatever courage he might have had left was shattered when he spotted three captive planets orbiting meekly around the sharp high heel of her boot, their sun replaced by the golden brilliance of the sole, made of solidified light. Not even for a second he doubted of what he was seeing: there could be no doubt about her fearsome might, and he had no difficulty imagining her playing with whole worlds just as easily as she was playing with his warship. And before being ordered to do so, he crawled forwards and reverently kissed her bloodied talons, one by one, shutting his eyes and praying in his mind than she would approve of his actions... "Yes, bitch... I do approve. But you'll have to do better than that." Alexis teasingly said, and the miserable sailor looked up in terror, realizing that she could read his very thoughts, before he meekly whimpered as the goddess pulled up one foot and _the thick, cruel sole of her boot filled his vision: it was made of solid black steel, and it was cruelly spiked. Worse, it was caked in blood and gore and unrecognizable pieces of those the goddess had destroyed in front of him. A cruel message, made all the more evident by the blood filling the etched letters, was chiseled into the metallic sole: "you go squish". _

Alexis leaned it teasingly over his face, and ordered: "Lick and worship my boot, first. Lick that sole, worthless whore. Show me how much you worship me."

He could only stare at the cruel sole, breathing harshly as his eyes uncontrollably went searching for the tiny pieces of gore, the messy remains left behind by the victims that came before him, his mouth hanging open as trembled violently, feeling sick, horrified, wanting to vomit and yet, at the same time, feeling awed by her sheer power and beauty and unable to find anything truly wrong about her exercising her total supremacy over their worthless lives. His terror mixed with fascination, and his head slowly rose to meet her gore-slicked foot, his tongue running over the sharp spikes, cold and biting where offal and dirt weren't coating them. He wrenched his eyes shut again, his tongue slathering her sole with saliva as it ran from the toe to the heel, his hands gripping the ground as he kissed and worshiped her boot, lapped up the dirt and filth, as he made sure to clean up every last inch, spike by spike, swallowing the dire mixture of gore and dirt and dust. He knew that there could be no resistance. He knew that there should not be, either. They should have just groveled in the dirt as she had commanded. Perhaps if he obeyed her every order, he could live a little bit longer despite his race's foolish disobedience... And his mind was already telling him that his place could only be under her boot. That was where he belonged.

He dared sneaking gazes up along her leg whenever he ended up licking the edges of her sole, and he stared in awe and fear as the goddess lazily pulled up her arm, pointing at the massive superstructure of the cruiser as two large, powerful tentacles of black flesh pushed out of her wrist. Thick, cruel spikes of bone jutted out all over the length of the two tentacles as they stretched through the air and slammed through the bulkhead, piercing through steel like they would through water, before Alexis snickered mercilessly as the two muscular, mighty appendages grew even thicker and began to whip-lash, twist and grind inside the cruiser, while two more tentacles pushed out of her shoulder, lashing out savagely after their brethren, lengthening violently and twisting eagerly in the directions of any life they could find, tearing through floors and walls and furniture and armour, grinding the ship's structure into nothing but useless wreckage and sending blood spraying out in thick bursts, short-lived shrieks of anguish coming from inside the steel coffin.

The massive tentacles lengthened through the entire ship, two of them tearing out of the hangar doors at the back of the superstructure and grinding the two helicopters stored inside into nothing but unrecognizable pieces of metal that flew like shrapnel in every direction, before the other two dark appendages whip-lashed upwards through the flight deck, ripping vast canyons in it and then slashing down hard again, all but crushing and cutting the corners right off, devastating the stern of the vessel, reaching down to wrap around the shafts and pulling them up, the steel bending with a loud, desperate groan until the enormous screws tore upwards through the damaged flight deck and the rear of the cruiser literally exploded into pieces. Alexis laughed mercilessly as soldiers and sailors were all-but-liquefied if they had luck and were caught in the middle of the twisting appendages, while others were given a slightly slower and far worse end as they were sliced into ribbons by the spikes or caught on the thick, bony thorns, screaming in agony as they were ripped apart like toys or crushed into and through walls.

The four tentacles darted back and forth, smashing and tearing through the entire ship, whip-lashing down through her bowels and tearing through the keel, opening large gashes into the hull as the water around the vessel became crimson with blood, the enormous appendages tearing in and out of the unrecognizable superstructure before they all suddenly snapped to the side and drew suddenly, violently back as the wreckage began to collapse on itself, reduced to nothing but rubble and dust, a mass grave for more than two hundreds of torn-apart bodies reduced into nothing but mincemeat.

Alexis grinned in entertainment and dropped her head back with a low growl of enjoyment as she pumped a thick, glorious rope of precum out of her member, sending it splattering heavily over the wreckage, desecrating her victims even further as she covered them with her enormous throw-away sperms, while her tentacles arched up into the air and twisted slowly around her as they dripped with blood, sending crimson splatters painting her spectacular muscles, her face and her huge breasts before they suddenly withdrew back into her limb.

The soldier under her foot shrieked the air out of his lungs, nearly tearing his throat raw as he screamed and trashed powerlessly on the deck, trying to twist out of the way of the rain of blood, but there was no way for him to avoid the hailstorm of thick drops and pieces of wet, unrecognizable gore that had once been his comrades. His eyes bulged out of his skull as his little, weak mind shattered entirely, his gaze fixed on Alexis's powerful arm as she absently flexed it a few times, the huge bicep bulging explosively, as if gorging itself on the over two hundred lives it had just ground out of existence. The soldier cried and sobbed brokenly, but even so he continued to suckle on her talon, making her toes into his mouth, one by one, worshipfully licking them clean until the goddess herself pulled her foot slightly up and away from him.

"Kill... me... please..." The soldier cried, but Alexis only shook her head slightly, licking her lips as she comfortably replied: "No, puny bug... you shall live. You have been chosen to be a witness of my power and of this day. Your miserable, broken life will serve to remind the other bugs of their place. It'll warn them to watch my step very carefully." She lowered her boot back upon his face as she spoke, grinning hungrily as she twisted her foot slowly on the spot, crushing his head painfully down into the ground and grinding him into the deck, just like she would to shut a cigarette butt. She carefully measured her strength to keep him alive, but his spine crumbled with a twig, ensuring that he would never walk again. "Don't you dare taking your own life, bug... I'll know if you try to even think about it, and your punishment will be swift and merciless... your broken mind and shattered body will be a living testament to my power. That is your purpose in life."

"Y-yes... my... goddess...!" The small male babbled, unable to move anything beneath his neck, his eyes bulging and filled with tears as her foot finally lifted off of him, leaving his features ruined by the deep gashes torn by her spiked sole. Alexis, to humiliate him even further, wiped her sole on the ship's deck to clean it from his blood while she idly replied: "Good sissy."

The goddess turned around and easily leapt up onto the aircraft carrier's deck, snorting in contempt as a helicopter overloaded with terrified officers lifted off from the far corner of the flight deck. She absently flicked out her arm, and a massive black-fleshed tentacle shot out of her forearm, lengthening through the air and wrapping its mighty coils around the large machine, easily cracking the rotor blades into pieces that exploded all around in the form of spinning shrapnel that cut bodies and limbs apart, mowing down dozens before becoming lodged deeply into the deck and the side of the tall island.

Alexis laughed as her tentacle effortlessly dragged the helicopter towards her, easily holding it high aloft even as the engines were crushed as flat as pancakes, the stump remains of the rotor blades pathetically continuing to turn albeit slower and slower until they stopped. The goddess grinned widely as she hefted the helicopter right above her head, her eyes glowing sapphire as she looked at the terrified officers locked into the cabin, taunting: "Abandoning ship like rats, after condemning all your men by turning down my generous terms...? I do not think so."

The tentacle squeezed down on the helicopter and crushed it like a cheap tin can, squishing the three dozens of men inside into nothing but liquid which leaked out and fell into the open jaws of the goddess and over her glorious body as she threw her head back and drank of all that blood, squeezing the vehicle like it was an overripe fruit, blood leaking from the corners of her mouth to streak slowly down over her massive, firm breasts.

Soldiers on the deck of the aircraft carrier fired rifles and anti-tank rockets against her, but she ignored their hopeless efforts, unfazed by the tiny bullets bouncing pathetically off her strong musculature, focusing instead on crushing the helicopter flat before using her tentacle to dismissively toss it across the deck and into a lone fighter jet that, amazingly, was still chained firmly to the ground despite the earlier evolutions she had forced the carrier to perform. An enormous explosion followed the impact, spreading flaming fuel in a wide radius while Alexis grinned predatorily and walked calmly towards the island, knowing that her target was still inside, nailed by fear into his chair.

A soldier rushed forth with a yell of insanity and rage, firing a rocket from his shoulder, but Alexis sent it flying wide off the mark with just a sideways gaze, before racking the soldier with her foot, sending him flying high into the air, grinning as she spun elegantly and lashed one leg up in a kick that caught him in the back as he fell down, literally breaking him in half in a thick splatter of blood and gore.

She straightened with a grin, swinging her leg back down and stomping down on the head of another soldier, sending him smashing face-first into the deck before her foot settled down on him and ground him into nothing but a long crimson stain on the floor, before she reached down and plucked up a soldier just as he turned around to flee, tossing him high in the air before catching him in her other hand and crushing him easily into a pulp. Before the other soldiers could even think about what to do, dreaming of an escape that was simply impossible, the goddess grinned slightly and flicked one hand out, causing a tentacle to surge out of her limb to snap forwards and seize around an officer, yanking the otter through the air to be easily snared in one strong, gloved hand. She laughed and easily crushed the officer in her hand, reducing him to nothing but scraps of torn cloth, gore and red paste, and she growled in entertainment before reaching down to slowly rub the mushy remains down the length of her massive black cock, rolling her hand over the thick, enormous medial ring and painting it red as she taunted: "This is all you bugs are good for..."

Enormous black-fleshed tentacles pushed out of her muscular back and lengthened violently, arching high into the air before sweeping down over the vast flight deck, whip-lashing into the fleeting soldiers and crushing them into nothing but ugly red stains, annihilating them like gnats. The tentacles ground bodies mercilessly into liquid against the rough anti-skid coating of the deck; they smashed through the three-feet thick armour and structure to tear down into the rooms beneath, short lived shrieks coming from down below as the appendages wrapped their mighty coils around powerless, frail mortals and squeezed them into splatters of mushy gore. The goddess flexed with a low growl of hunger and delight, grinning and continuing to leisurely stroke her immense shaft as she watched on with arousal at her omnipotence, laughing mercilessly as one tentacle dismissively whip-lashed from one side of the deck to the other, slapping sailors flying into the sky, shattering their weak bodies into hailstorms of bloody pieces, sweeping the ship clean of life and leaving her facing no opposition at all.

She slowly turned her gaze towards the island, and her massive tentacles tore through the insides of the once proud vessel, snapping sideways towards the tower and rearing up through the decks, tearing the flight deck apart and sending large fractions of it exploding upwards into the air. Like titanic monsters of myth, the tentacles, painted crimson by the blood of thousands, rose high to loom over the island from all sides, lashing back and forth through the air just so she could savor the terror and the shrieks coming from inside the structure as the powerless ants waited for the strike they knew would eventually come.

Alexis looked at the tower with cruel entertainment, seeing the sailors and officers as they panicked, their mighty ship now nothing more than a huge metal coffin before she grinned as her tentacles all suddenly flexed and slashed down onto the island. Metal was torn to ribbon and glass crushed to dust, as bodies became nothing more than red paste, the enormous appendages effortlessly tearing through the roof and smashing down floor after floor, before the enormous tentacles easily lashed out in opposite directions, a rain of crimson and shrapnel tossed through the air to hail down throughout what little remained of the vessel as the wrecked tower collapsed, its parts falling outwards like the slices of an apple, revealing only a feeble, weak "column" of wreckage still standing in the middle of the carnage, topped by the admiral's chair and by the big man himself, huddled up in fetal position in his seat and staring at Alexis with eyes that bulged almost out of their sockets in his fear.

He screamed in terror and anguish as her tentacles went back to savaging the carrier, enormous bone thorns and spikes pushing out along their muscular lengths as they ground the ship into an unrecognizable piece of junk, fire roaring violently up from the fuel tanks, from the machinery spaces, from the cavernous ammunition depots deep into the hull, as the screams of the crew finally turned into a sinister, cruel silence. The wolf shook his head in denial and horror as two of Alexis's tentacles tore upwards through the maimed flight deck, dragging up the nuclear reactors from the bowels of the ship, hefting them high up as they glowed with heat, ripped away from their cooling system and from the heavily protected sarcophagus meant to contain the deadly radiations. He hugged the backrest of his chair and clawed into it with a cry of panic, his face and uniform stained and made disgusting by drool and sweat and tears and vomit and the gore of those who had been crushed into mincemeat on the bridge that had once surrounded him. "Goddess, I beg you...! Those are nuclear reactors...!" He pathetically cried out, struggling to force his voice out of a throat made raw and sore by violent vomiting and hopeless shrieking. But Alexis only licked her lips and pulled the reactors closer, completely unfazed by the heat even as the four large cores became white hot and began to melt away like snow exposed to summer sunlight. "Those are just tender morsels for me..." Alexis easily said, and her tentacles flexed and crushed the reactor cores between their strong bodies as she threw her head back with a grin and absorbed all the energy the four cores had to give, flexing her glorious musculature and savoring the flow of new power into her veins as her body hungrily devoured all that immense force.

The terrified wolf stared in terror and awe at the cores as they were crumpled like empty tin cans, their glowing heat rapidly eaten away until they crumbled like old bread, reduced to small fragments of cold metallic junk that clanged on the deck while Alexis straightened slowly, her spectacular body flexing with raw power, her hide almost painfully tight over godlike muscle as her whole body thrummed with ever-growing energy. "Tasty..." She teasingly commented, idly rolling her powerful shoulders, before adding: "But really not much of a meal. Perhaps if I absorbed the energy from all of your toy ships and your little submarines, then it would begin to be worthwhile..." The wolf shook his head in denial, barely able to believe that she had just devoured, literally, the energy of four nuclear reactors. His mind wasn't ready to accept the fact that she could at all, and even less the amazing reality that all that energy hadn't made one bit of difference to her monstrous power, too far greater to care about such small additions.

"Nah... nothing that you bugs have would ever be worthy of my time." Alexis finally decided, grinning predatorily as one enormous tentacle wrapped around the column of wrecked steel under the admiral's chair and another idly slashed out through its base, chopping it like a scythe cuts grass.

The wolf shrieked in panic as the ground beneath his chair moved, sure that he would fall down and crash onto the flight deck several floors below, but Alexis only made fun of him by allowing the column to tilt sideways and fall a few meters before effortlessly halting its movement with her strong tentacle, holding the admiral aloft, the puny male clinging desperately to his chair and looking pathetic, his uniform torn and worn and ruined by his vomit, by gore, by sweat, by the piss and waste he hadn't been able to contain in his terror.

Alexis easily stabbed the column of wrecked steel right in the middle of the burning inferno that the aircraft carrier had become, so that the admiral was left hovering just above the flight deck, surrounded by nothing but ruins, smoldering, torn and crumpled metal, splatters of gore and roaring flames, as explosions in the bowels of the ruined ship rattled his world every few moments. Without several floors under his ass, he now was sitting about level with Alexis's crotch, and that gave him an even better understanding of just how tall, strong and beautiful she truly was. On the cruel sea all around, he could see the other ships of the fleet he had thought invincible and led with such pride and arrogance. The greatest, most expensive and most heavily armed fleet the world had ever seen, the greatest power that the mortals had ever built up, and it had been put at his orders. His sad fate had been to discover that all that "great power" was a miserable, laughable zero on Alexis's meter. There was nothing that could be done. The mortals' great technological and military might was powerless against the goddess. Their prayers, their begging, their wishes, their despair and their rage... nothing mattered. For they were mere zeroes. And no matter how numerous, the zeroes can nothing. Alexis was the mighty, perfect ten, and it took her no effort at all to bend their destiny out of shape. The last of her lazy whims mattered far more than the wishes of the billions of specks of dust covering in her shadow, and the admiral shivered in terror as a thought dawned on him with spectacular weight and strength: that the whole world was hers to toy with. Nobody could do anything about it... if she wanted, she could play with the world just as easily as she played with the fleet. There was no hiding, no escaping, and no safety anywhere.

The goddess was well aware of her omnipotence and supremacy, it was too easy to see: Alexis laughed as she walked up to the admiral's chair, the wolf forced to tilt his head back and look upwards, higher and higher, as she grew closer and her tall, powerful form loomed above him. Her musculature and her stunning height made him feel like a microbe, and the sight of her black-fleshed cock, gigantic and dwarfing his whole body with its colossal mass, made him feel truly weak, truly pointless. How could he even dare calling himself "male" now that he could see what real virility was like...?

The admiral only wished to disappear from sight, never to return, his body trembling violently and his teeth chattering with his fear as he attempted to curl up even tighter on himself, making himself as small as he could as her shadow engulfed him.

Alexis reached down with one hand and gripped the far smaller male with one hand, lifting him like a puppy even as he clawed into the seat, the goddess forcing him to sit tight as she squeezed on his skull with playful tease, making the bone creak loudly and painfully. The admiral looked up at her with terror, realizing what was about to happen and knowing that there was no way to stop her even as he cried and begged, feeling pain exploding in his brain as tears of blood leaked out of his nostrils and some of his life fluids even dripped from his ears. Alexis grinned down at him with merciless amusement, but before completely squishing his head she let go of it and slammed him hard back into the seat, spitting in his face and mocking: "A bitch like you isn't worth shit... but I feel like taking a piss, and your mouth will make an acceptable urinal. But first..." Alexis paused, and then spat again, on the dirty metallic stretch of floor that remained in front of the admiral's chair. "Lick that spit up, you foolish whore. Had you turned tail and ran away when it was time to do so, I would have spared your pointless hides, but you decided to be arrogant and stupid right up to the very last moment. Show me that you've learned your lesson."

The wolf tremblingly dragged his ass to the edge of the chair and then, when he tried to stand up, his legs miserably failed, trembling so violently that all strength in them was gone and forgotten. He fell on his knees on the damaged floor, and he panted harshly as he stared down at the thick splatters of gore mixed with dirt caked onto the tiles, and then Alexis's spit on top of it all. He let out a whine of despair, but did not dare to make her weight, going immediately down to all fours and leaning his face down into the dirt, rubbing his features in it, grinding his muzzle against the rough metal as he opened his jaws and began to meekly lick up the vile mixture.

He gagged violently and nearly threw up at the thick, nasty taste, his mind revolting to the awareness of what he was lapping up, but his eyes were filled with the sight of Alexis's mighty, enormous testicles and the root of her goliath black shaft, and the terror and submission were such that he thickly swallowed everything, forcing down his vomit before lowering his muzzle again to the floor, cleaning the rough tiles until they were shiny with his drool.

The goddess smirked, watching as her new toy meekly followed her command, and when he was nearly done, Alexis flexed her massive musculature and threw her head slowly back with a growl of pleasure as she allowed her colossal black shaft to lean down upon the admiral's head and back, crushing him down into the wet floor. "Good job, slave... that gains you the chance to serve as my urinal." She taunted, leisurely stroking her goliath cock and taking a long moment to enjoy his desperate struggles against the literal ton of obsidian fuckmeat pressing down on his back, keeping him pinned like a fly.

Alexis grinned predatorily as she seized the base of her gigantic cock, swinging the enormous shaft to slap it heavily into the palm of her other hand. Well more than three times as long as the largest of baseball bats, thicker than some tree trunks and immensely heavier, her cock was a mortal weapon and each slap had the admiral cowering in terror, his eyes bulging as he stared upwards in shock and awe, arousal and terror, as Alexis flaunted her virility in the face of the whole fleet. No, the whole world.

He tremblingly looked upwards when Alexis dragged her immense shaft up away from his back, and she jerked her head at him to order him on his knees. He did not hesitate one second, pushing up as best he could and trembling as the goddess's eyes glowed sapphire and his ruined uniform was ripped apart and reduced to poor shreds of cloths, leaving him naked and shivering, cold and terrified, confused and horrified. Despite his terror, his member was fully erect and jutted up from his piss-stained crotch, and Alexis grinned patronizingly at the sight, shaking her head slightly as the admiral blushed furiously and uselessly tried to cover himself up. Even while the fear consumed him, he could not look at Alexis's spectacular body without feeling arousal overwhelming him. She was a true goddess, in every sense of the world, and her massive musculature only added to her feminine grace and beauty, undamaged even by the enormous black shaft she now was sporting.

Alexis grinned in entertainment in front of his arousal, but it did not gain him any mercy. The goddess punished him instead, as she swung her colossal flaccid shaft down on him and slammed it into his face, his skull loudly cracking as he was slammed to the ground like the pathetic toy he was. He whimpered in pain and spat out a couple of broken teeth, but he hurriedly pushed back up to his knees, knowing that she would not tolerate any delay, and he shut his eyes with a cry of fear as her cock lashed back against his other cheek, sending him crashing backwards into his chair, causing it to spin with a squeak.

The goddess snickered as she lazily beat the miserable wolf down to a bloody pulp, bouncing him from side to side with playful swings of her monstrous black shaft, until he collapsed on his ass, legs spread, his dick throbbing violently, almost painfully hard and erect still.

The admiral was no longer young, but was still in perfect physical shape and had a strong, attractive body for mortal standards. He even had the size, his member easily ten inches long and thick enough to make most other males envious... but in front of Alexis's immensity, he looked skinny and pathetic, his dick dwarfed so humiliatingly that he felt like a newborn child.

"I can fit that puny little thing inside my cumslit and make it disappear." Alexis teased, smirking in dark amusement as she slowly stroked her gigantic shaft, pulling back the thick foreskin to fully reveal the vast, yawning cumslit, which looked like the open jaws of a lion ready to bit the wolf's puny dick away. The admiral swallowed thickly, looking down in awe and horror as she easily pushed her immense member forwards, and his dick truly vanished, lost inside a cumslit so large that his member could not even hope to touch the walls, even as her goliath cockhead pushed into his groin, forcing his legs out wide. "That's how weak and useless you bitches are..." Alexis taunted, grinning widely as she so utterly ridiculed his claims to malehood... before she pulled back, releasing his puny dick from its prison, the member coated in her thick, mighty precum and tortured by the amazing heat that it had found inside her cumslit.

Before the wolf could even attempt to say something, Alexis seized him by the back of the skull and forced him hard down over her immense black shaft, thrusting her hips easily forwards with a low growl. The wolf did his best to deal with the brutal, gigantic girth of Alexis's cock, opening his mouth as wide as he could as he felt the head of the massive shaft pushing inside... but still it was not enough, his jaws creaking painfully as the giant cockhead buried slightly into his throat, filling his mouth up so much that he felt like his lower jaw would explode off his head, as his cheeks were bulged out painfully, the cock visible in his stretched-out, bloated neck. It was just a fraction of Alexis's godlike shaft, but even so, it was for him an impossible task to swallow down that tremendous pillar of fuckmeat. Alexis snorted mockingly at his failure, grabbing the back of his head in both of her hands and thrusting her colossal cock in and out, grinning as he loudly gargled and chocked and coughed up slobber and drool, his breath coming out in messy whistles from his nostrils until his muzzle literally exploded in a splatter of blood, pieces of bone and tons of drool and slobber, as his lower jaw crumbled and snapped off his skull, his face horrendously ruined as her immense girth broke an inch deeper into his mouth.

"Oh, yeah...!" Alexis growled, before squeezing hard on his skull, making it creak as the wolf let out a gargling, choking shriek, before she coldly ordered through a snarling grin: "Don't you dare wasting a single drop, you whore!"

Her immense cock throbbed powerfully and tensed, swelling even thicker before a large, thick jet of golden piss blasted out, firing into the admiral's open, into the back of his throat, down his gullet, right down into the stomach, surprising him with its force, its volume and its potent, brutal taste. Alexis's godlike virility was evident even in her piss: enormous throw-away sperms, each literally inches long, swam in the bitter, incandescent fluid, the massive seeds darting around in the wolf's mouth and down his throat and making it even harder not to throw up. The taste itself was brutal, an assault on his senses that almost overwhelmed him: it was bitter like brimstone, and so hot and acid that he thought his flesh would soon begin to sizzle and melt away to nothing. It was simply impossible to swallow it all, the mighty jet too powerful and arrogant, the thick fluid washing up out of his nostrils and spurting out of the corners of his mouth, around her immense girth. With his lower jaw destroyed, he couldn't possibly hold it in, and piss burst copiously out, streaking down his chin and chest.

_ "You are an utter failure, bitch-boy..." Alexis taunted, grinning down at him with cruel amusement as she buried her massive cock deeper into his pathetically small body, nearly tearing his neck apart as his muzzle shattered into bloody pulp, broken cartilage and fragments of bone while she blasted her piss right into his stomach, filling it up until it was swelling painfully. The wolf attempted to whimper in pain and in a prayer for her to stop, feeling his stomach bulging against his ribs and fearing that it would soon burst apart like an overfilled balloon, and he desperately reached up to push back against her powerful thighs, his little hands gripping into the hard, glorious muscle and shoving back as hard as they could, but it was literally like trying to move a mountain. The goddess cackled as she looked down and saw what was happening, his arms flexing and his muscles tensing and straining desperately as he struggled with all his forces, without her even noticing. There was nothing he could do, and the goddess easily proved it by pushed her hips forwards to bury another thick, impossible inch of her mammoth shaft inside his torn, devastated body, his arms painfully bending backwards as the bones loudly, sinisterly crumbled like twigs._

The wolf felt his consciousness slipping away, his arms flopping down, broken and useless, his body bulging out of shape, his face ruined forever, his stomach about to explode, and he thought that he would die there, skewered on her immense black shaft, torn apart by her piss alone, annihilated and humiliated...but that would have been too easy, too quick, too much of a liberation from the pain. Alexis eventually pulled back instead, her gigantic black shaft tearing out of the admiral's broken, bloody face with a wet, sick squelch of piss, blood and other moisture, thick strings of drool connecting the depths of his throat and her monstrous black cock for a moment before being broken apart as she slammed the puny toy back into his chair, the wolf vomiting up a thick load of piss and the goddess pumping the last of her release all over his ravaged face and shattered body.

Finally, she began to taper out, her grin widening as she shook the last few heavy drops right down over his desecrated form, her huge throw-away sperms moving quickly all over his form and invading every hole they found and managed to violate: his nostrils and ears were saved just because they were too small to fit one of her massive seeds, so large they were. The large sperms did try, though, much as the admiral attempted to fight them back and force them off his face at least, and Alexis took a moment to laugh of his pathetic struggle, tears rolling down his cheeks as he himself realized, with a whole new clarity, just how doomed he and everyone else were.

And then, to the admiral's horror and shock, heat spread through his body, and pain made him hiss in agony, coming from his chest, from his groin, from his hips, leaving him scared and confused as he looked down at his own body, expecting to see wounds, but finding instead that his flesh and bones were somehow shifting, moving, changing. It took him a moment to realize what was happening, but when he saw his still fully-erect member shrinking rapidly in size and losing hardness and strength, he swallowed thickly and let out a gargling cry of denial and disbelief.

Alexis grinned amusedly as the puny male' body changed against the wolf's will, his hips turning into very feminine, wide ones while large, firm breasts began to push out of his chest, as his legs gradually turned into long, sensual female limbs and his body rapidly lost all his masculine traits, rapidly changing over to female attributes. "And that tiny dick and those poor, little balls... They cannot exist in front of my mega-balls and cock." The goddess patronizingly explained, grinning widely as she stroked her immense black shaft. It was a painful contrast, to grow smaller and weaker by the second while her arrogant, titanic, tyrannical black shaft, already colossal, seemed to grow even larger with each powerful throb, even her fingers unable to deal with the monstrous girth and her balls looking like planets, heavy and omnipotent. "Weak, second-rate males vanish in front of my cock... after all, a cunt is much more indicated for you."

The wolf whimpered, cringing at how different his voice sounded, and he stared down in terror as his by now truly baby-sized dick vanished away, turning into a clit before he arched his back with a hiss of pain as a vagina tore open in his - her, now - groin.

The slender, large-breasted wolfess was left panting in awe, confusion and shock, her eyes fixed on her new body, but she was allowed no respite as the giant sperms moving over her belly seemed to immediately see or feel or scent her newly appeared vagina, because they rushed down to her hole to brutally invade it, making the ex-admiral howl in shock and pain as the giants rammed their way inside and chased after her precious, vulnerable eggs, devouring them.

Alexis grinned widely and leaned one strong hand down on the wolfess's belly as it began to bulge outwards with the sheer amount of huge sperms piling in inside her, and the admiral swallowed thickly as the goddess announced: "You will bear witness to my strength in many ways, sissy... bearing my young will be one of them."

The admiral's eyes bulged, and for a moment she thought that it was impossible, that it could never happen, that it could not be... but it was very stupid and senseless to dream of it being impossible when his body had so easily been morphed and while inches-long sperms were brutally ravaging her newly acquired passage and tubes. She only swallowed thickly, staring up at Alexis with a wine before she babbled: "A-as my mistress... as my mistress wishes."

"Good bitch..:" Alexis teasingly approved, before effortlessly snagging a piece of steel from the wreckage surrounding them and bending it into a ribbon around her neck: a crude, heavy, rusty collar that painfully pressed into the wolfess's throat and signaled her eternal slavery. Minutes before, he would have been amazed by seeing Alexis bending the steel like mere gift-wrap tape, but now s-he expected nothing less. The muscular goddess effortlessly hefted her high up until they were eye to eye, the ligeress leaning forwards with a predatory grin as she coldly said: "Now, while my waste-sperms fill your belly up for good, you will lick every last drop of my piss up from the chair, the floor, and everywhere else. Slurp it all up, you bitch... and watch on as I annihilate what's left of your "mighty" fleet."

The wolfess nodded hurriedly, trembling in terror and squeaking: "Yes, goddess...!", before Alexis unceremoniously dropped her down to the floor, and she crashed hard into the cold steel. She immediately began to lick up the piss puddling around the chair, and Alexis rested one foot lazily upon her head, crushing her features into the thick, musky fluid.

"While you get your lunch, watch on in awe. You will be witness of my strength among the other bugs like you... it is time for you worthless microbes to learn your place. Because if you ever displease us again... we'll erase you like the specks of dirt you are, and not even the memory of your existence will survive." Alexis calmly instructed, and the wolfess meekly received the order, knowing that nothing in the goddess's words was exaggerated. She had the strength to do what she said, and even more, without breaking a sweat.

Without another word, Alexis turned towards the nearest warship out to starboard, her boot pressing down on the admiral's skull one last time, making it creak audibly, before she easily leapt high into the air, effortlessly jumping the hundreds of meters needed to drop down on the bow of a large destroyer, smirking as she crushed a trembling sailor underfoot like the bug he was, blood spraying up her spectacular calves. Another three sailors, just a couple of meters away, tried to aim up their rifles to fire at her, but before they could even think about pulling the trigger, Alexis's almighty leg swung elegantly up and round-kicked them, her massive muscles flexing and her thigh bulging with power as the three men literally burst apart into nothing but red mist. She walked forwards, majestically, her boots tearing deep footprints in the steel, her unstoppable omnipotence spreading panic in those who watched as she reached the gun turret and idly seized the long steel barrel with one hand, grinning as the steel crumpled like paper in her grip, the barrel bending like grass as she idly pushed it back... and then she gripped into the gun tower itself, her claws tearing into the steel as she laughed and uprooted the forty tons, 3-deck tall structure, along with the dozen of men inside it. She laughed as she effortlessly removed the whole tower and idly threw it high above her head and overboard... and the 40-tons structure became a meteor, such was the force of her idle throw. The big wreck impacted into another destroyer easily ten miles away, with such force that it almost toppled the whole ship, the mast slamming into the waves for one moment before the vessel began to right itself... only for an immense explosion to completely pulverized one hundred feet of the bow, the fire spreading to the missiles locked into the silo and causing them to become white-hot torches that melted the metal all around like it was butter.

Alexis grinned in dark amusement and walked onwards, her eyes glowing sapphire as she gazed at the panicking men on the bridge, behind the heavy bullet-proof glass. She was literally more than three decks tall, so that her eyes were almost level with the captain, the poor man frozen stiff into his chair up on the bridge, tears streaking down his cheeks as he gaped at the sight of her, unstoppable force of destruction that was going to annihilate his ship and his crew. The muscular goddess didn't even slow down when she walked right into the superstructure, tearing through the steel bulkhead like it was made of paper, her legs effortlessly smashing through two decks and her torso and head ramming their way through two more, as sailors smaller than her cock attempted to run out of her way. She threw her muscular arms out, just to cause further devastation as she tore apart the insides of the superstructure, walking through bulkheads and walls, crushing sailors and machinery and steel under her boots like they were wet paper. She heard the main mast groan and topple over after tearing through the bridge, and she cackled as a few sailors somewhere down below uselessly fired tiny bullets against her legs and against her titanic black shaft, only to see them bouncing back, crumpled and useless, before her toes racked into them and destroyed their weak forms, sending pieces of gore splattering unto the walls.

In mere moments, she walked the length of the vessel and tore through the bulkhead of the twin hangar bay, the technicians and mechanics running away in terror, scrambling out from under the massive garage doors as they slowly slid upwards, while Alexis only grinned and walked forwards, her feet idly kicking the two wrecked, folded-up helicopters through the doors, the ruined airframes grinding their way over the flight deck and crushing the mechanics under their mass before falling off the stern and into the sea.

Alexis emerged on the flight deck, tearing her way effortlessly through the metallic wreckage, and she flexed lazily, cracking her neck and stretching before leaping off the burning, devastated and unrecognizable ship. The goddess spun around in midair and flicked a finger at the floating wreck, sending a tiny sphere of energy rushing down into it, grinning as a gigantic explosion ensued and completely vaporized the smoldering hull. She cackled as she aimed for another large destroyer, the cannon on the bow firing shell after shell against her, so much that the barrel was smoldering and beginning to glow with heat, but it was all useless, the goddess radiating so much fearsome energy that the shells exploded a great distance away from her invincible body. Soldiers and sailors with tears on their cheeks desperately clung to the triggers of the ship's fast-firing small caliber guns, their rifles and machine guns, but it only humiliated them even further as the bullets turned into dust long before hitting.

The shrieks ended abruptly when Alexis stomped one foot down into the deck of the ship, grinning widely as she flexed her thigh and unleashed some of her tremendous physical power into the blow, licking her lips as she tested her own strength. The ship beneath her foot immediately broke in half and disintegrated in a hailstorm of fragments and blood and gore as the sea itself caved in under her foot, her tremendous force carrying through the water in a shockwave and smashing into the seabed, blasting open a deep, immense crater that tore miles deep into the crust of the planet. The sea waters were blown back, retreating as if awed by her obscene power, and rising instead high into the sky, exploding upwards in a blast of unimaginable strength and size, blowing dozens of warships miles into the sky as they disintegrated into smithereens.

"That felt good...!" Alexis teasingly commented, grinning as she flexed her enormous musculature and lazily thought about what to try next... and before the enormous tower of bloodied seawater could collapse back down to fill the immense crater, she grinned and flew forwards, putting her speed to the test, eager to find out her limits. If I have any...

She shot through the wall of water with the speed of lightning, the air around her becoming like an immense, hypersonic bullet that tore a literal hole through the sea, the heat from her speed turning the water into vapor and letting her ride on encased in a "worm" of air. She didn't even get wet.

She aimed straight for a massive, black submarine, grinning as she flew right against its solid bow, designed with such great care to withstand the pressure of the ocean and to be able to break through even the thick arctic ice. Against her, the thick, special steel was just as weak as a water-soaked sheet of paper: the bow of the submarine exploded open as soon as the air "bullet" smashed into it, and Alexis cackled, spinning and hugging her muscular abdomen as she laughed loudly, delighted by her own devastating power as she tore out of the stern of the submarine and watched it disintegrate into a cloud of tiny, puny and unrecognizable fragments. The more than one hundred members of the crew were simply dissolved, erased from existence like mere stains, leaving behind no single hint of having ever existed.

The goddess climbed up closer to the surface, turning on her back to look up at the hulls of the surface ships above, lazily stroking her titanic cock and grinning widely as the vessels disintegrated without ever being touched: the vacuum her speed formed under their keels was so strong that it sucked the warships in and broke their backs with all the ease of snapping a young, tiny twig.

She counted the hulls, streaking under them and watching as they were torn asunder, one, two, three, four, ten, twelve, twenty, the sleek destroyers, the ponderous cruisers, the ginormous aircraft carriers and amphibious assault vessels, all equally powerless against her. All flimsy, puny, laughable.

She dived deep again, grinning viciously as she shot between two nuclear submarines sailing in close formation, and her eyes glowed with lust as both boats dissolved in her wake, imploding and crumpling on themselves like cheap tin cans. She tore through several more of the massive machines, but after tearing through the conning tower of another submarine she stopped with a snort of annoyance, annoying by how poor a sport it was: she was so fast that everywhere around her seemed completely motionless, and the mortals had no time to offer any kind of entertainment.

She slowed down to a more manageable speed, and she was rewarded with the launch of hundreds of torpedoes from the ships above and from the remaining submarines all around her, as hundreds of sonar systems bombarded her with their loud "pings", tracking her movements.

She easily outpaced the 50 to 80 knots the torpedoes could pull, and she leisurely moved up to a large nuclear submarine just as it opened its six tubes to fire a new volley of massive torpedoes. She leaned against its bow with a smirk of amusement, hearing the shrieks of despair inside, and she murred in interest when someone made the mistake to fire out the torpedo even though she was way too close for the weapon to have any chance to hit her and explode, as its warhead wouldn't even arm itself before running for a few hundred meters at least.

Bubbles came out of the torpedo tube in a cloud, and she saw the monstrous weapon pushing out, only for her to easily grab its head in one hand and make a gentle shoving motion. The torpedo was slammed backwards with fearsome force, tearing through the hatch at the end of the tube and flying backwards into the weapons room, through the bulkhead and into the ammunition depot of the submarine, while water rushed inside through the tube and flooded the bow of the boat in mere instants.

The crew inside did its best to seal the rest of the submarine and began an emergency ascent towards the surface, but Alexis only followed leisurely as dozens of torpedoes homed on her and rushed in her wake. At the last moment, she easily swung over the top of the submarine and down its opposite side, and the torpedoes smashed into its flank, exploding one after the other and turning the large boat into nothing but noise and a cloud of bubbles and fragments.

Alexis easily charged towards another submarine, but this time she dived under its keel and pushed a hand easily up into the cold hull, pushing it upwards like it weighted absolutely nothing, forcing it to break through the surface and then hefting It high above her head as she flew up into the sky, grinning down at what remained of the surface fleet.

Thousands of eyes looked up in awe and terror as she single-handedly held the black monster aloft, her arm unfazed by its well over twelve thousand tons of weight as she slowly looked from ship to ship, selecting her target with care... before a grin spread on her beautiful features as she looked down at one of the aircraft carriers.

The thousands of men and women on the immense ship had the time to shriek and scream some prayers as she slowly, arrogantly cocked back her arm before throwing the submarine down like a dart, cackling as it smashed into the aircraft carrier with the violence of an asteroid, the two vessels becoming a single, horrendous piece of wreckage before an immense explosion erased them almost completely, slapping the surrounding escort ships around like they were rubber ducks.

Alexis licked her lips as she looked down at those, the destroyers and cruisers and the massive supply ships loaded with weapons, fuel and stores, and she thought briefly about her next move, before smirking as she pointed a finger at the lead missile cruiser. "Let's try this one..." A lightning bolt of pure, tremendous energy exploded from her claw and hit the warship straight in the funnel, instantaneously melting the steel like it was butter, before the energy crackled in thousands of discharges, running down the length of the ship, making it glow a bright white as it overheated while the soldiers and sailors on the decks were zapped into nothing but ashes, incinerated on the spot as her energy spread like electricity, shooting in arcs from one person to another, from one metallic item to another, until tremendous blasts of her power shot from the doomed cruiser into the two destroyers sailing out on either side, and from them to the large tanker in the middle of the formation and the massive supply vessel at the back, and again to the destroyers closing the formation. There was a loud, sinister shriek coming from hundreds of mouths at once, and then every living being on the ships collapsed away in a puff of dark ashes, burned out of existence while the vessels themselves melted into shapeless blobs of metal and plastics, looking like wax candles at the end of their lives.

Alexis laughed mercilessly and pulled back her finger, not wanting to annihilate the entire fleet just yet, and she playfully blew her breath over her claw, as if to push away the smoke from a gun's barrel, while the smoldering, molten remains of the task group sunk like stones. An helicopter flew in a slow arc around her, keeping its distance, and she grinned towards it, looking straight into the eyes of the terrified gunner at the side door: he fell on his ass and trembled violently, praying for his life and abandoning the large multi-barrel machine gun, knowing it to be less than useless against her... but the goddess, amazingly, did nothing to shoot them down. Only later would they understand that their lives had been spared on purpose, so that they could tell the tale... and show it, too: the helicopter had a large camera system in a turret in the nose, and Alexis had not failed to notice that it was trailed on her, documenting every move she made.

The femme fatale ignored the puny helicopter and descended on the large flight deck of one of the massive amphibious assault ships, grinning as hundreds of soldiers ran away from her, rushing back towards the boxy superstructure of the ship, as if its steel walls could give them any real protection. Those already inside quickly lowered the shutters that closed the entrances to the helicopter hangar, and hundreds of terrified men banged against the doors, screaming and begging and cursing and threatening, demanding to be allowed in... before the goddess only huffed in annoyance at their lack of trying. "At least try to give me a challenge..." She grinned as her breath turned into an icy, cruel wind that froze all the soldiers solid, turning them into brittle statues of ice, and she made sure to put a little bit of extra force in her following step, flexing her massive thigh and driving her force down to rattle the entire ship, shattering all of the doomed mortals into nothing but fragments and slivers. The brittle deck and much of the superstructure shattered like glass as well, crumbling away into a cascade of tiny fragments while Alexis allowed herself to fall through to land elegantly on the garage deck beneath, her legs bending slightly and flexing powerfully, easily absorbing the fall as she looked around with a smirk.

The tanks and armoured vehicles and trucks that had been parked side by side by side over the length of the deck had broken most the sturdy chains they had been rigged with, and had tumbled and rolled and crashed around uncontrollably when she had spun the vessel in midair. Everywhere she looked, wreckage stuffed the room full, right up to the ceiling, and blood was splattered thickly on the floor and walls, the only trace left of the unfortunate souls who had been caught between the shifting mass of the vehicles.

She walked forwards, waving a hand dismissively and sending a shockwave of her energy slapping into the mountain of blackened, burning wrecks blocking the way, smashing them into the opposite sides of the ship until the hull exploded outwards and all the vehicles crashed into the sea, clearing a wide path for her.

A hundred of terrified soldiers and sailors, many of whom were donning respirators and fire-resistant suits and handling large fire hoses to fight back the flames consuming the ship, found themselves suddenly dwarfed by her glorious body, her shadow casting them into frightening, endless night as she smirked cruelly and walked straight towards them, one hand leisurely stroking her titanic black shaft, the other resting lazily on her hip. The men immediately turned to flee from her, running as quick as they could, but before they could reach the doors the ones leading the pack felt Alexis's gaze on their backs and stumbled, slapped around like flies by the tremendous force she radiated... before they fell on their knees with shrieks of anguish as they simply burst into flames, along with the doors and bulkhead themselves, the white-hot fire burning them into ashes and melting the steel like wax, trapping all the others, leaving the torn-apart sides of the ship as the only escape route. Many sailors immediately leapt out towards the cold sea, but they were incinerated in midair, and only the ash reached the water several meters below. The powerless mortals that remained huddled together in the middle of the deck, terrified out of their minds, crying and praying and begging and firing their weak, useless rifles until they clicked dry.

Alexis's cock gave a mighty throb and erupted a thick rope of precum that smashed into the group and sent four soldiers crashing on their backs, buried under the dense pre as several more were knocked back into their comrades, before the goddess's eyes glowed and one of the soldiers trashed and screamed uselessly as he floated upwards into the air, gripped by an invisible, invincible force that clamped down on him, cracking bones as his limbs were crushed in impossible, painful positions. And then, while everyone else stared in horror and confusion, Alexis idly pulled her arm up and made a gentle shoving motion with her open palm, sending the unfortunate soul ramming like a meteor into his comrades, knocking them flying and sprawling like pins and crushing three of them under his body as he smashed into the floor with enough violence to send up a fine mist of crimson, blood and gore exploding over a wide area as the four bodies were crushed and maimed and destroyed.

And yet, while everyone else scattered in terror, Alexis pulled her hand backwards slightly and the maimed soldier, still barely alive, floated back through the air towards her, before being sent rocketing into another group of fleeting men, crushing them into the floor and smearing them in long, ugly red stains, before hurling the poor man in another direction, flattening a sailor against the incandescent, half-molten bulkhead, and Alexis laughed as she bounced the demolished corpse again and again between her hand and the other soldiers, the walls, the floor, until nothing was left of the body, and she effortlessly picked up another soldier, slamming him back and forth in the same fashion, grinning widely as bodies and blood and gore exploded in every direction until there was nothing left of the hundred that had stood ahead of her moments before.

Alexis rolled her shoulders slowly, eyeing her handiwork for a moment before walking towards the torn-apart wall, looking out over the sea, towards the remaining warships as they steamed away from her as fast as they could. She snorted in contempt at that, because they certainly had to know that their "speed" was really equivalent to zero on her book. They could not get anywhere, no matter how hard they tried.

They were pathetic and pitiful, but she felt no need to show them mercy. The warships she was sinking, the tanks and soldiers they carried, were all meant to assault hers and Killer's reign. They had fired hundreds of cruise missiles against targets all over the empire, including their very own bedroom, in the hope of killing them in their sleep. And they were, to a degree, accomplice of the cowardly attempt to murder Mriya. The thought was enough to erase each and every feeling of mercy towards them... and the dark side of her, the merciless predator, was enjoying the game way too much for her to stop it.

She floated out of the ship, grinning as it melted down like wax as supernatural flames consumed it whole, turning everyone on board into nothing but smoke, and she flew towards another of the massive amphibious vessels, skimming the waves like a missile before tearing right through the hull, emerging from the opposite side and rushing towards a large cruiser, ramming her shoulder into it with such force that the ship broke into halves that were blown out of the water and thrown high into the sky, where they disintegrated in a hailstorm of fragments. In the meanwhile she had already reached the next warship in line, flying right into its wide stern and effortlessly tearing through the whole vessel, the bow exploding into slivers as she emerged from the wreck, spinning around to watch as it broke apart and almost instantaneously went down to the bottom. She pointed her hand at another large cruiser, grinning as she effortlessly lifted it out of the water with her telekinetic force, the ship hurling through the sky to reach her and spinning slowly as she lazily moved her fingers, playing with the fate of everyone on board as she easily held them aloft, a few meters away from her hand. She licked her lips slowly, gazing down at the fleeting warships far below, and then she hurled the cruiser against one of them, laughing as the tremendous impact sent pieces flying in every direction as the two ships were crushed and mangled into unrecognizable wrecks. Immediately, she moved her hand slowly back and dragged the wrecked cruiser back up into the sky like it was nothing more than a yo-yo, and with a snicker she sent it falling again to smash into another vessel, demolishing it too, before she hurled it against another, and another, until the wreck simply fell apart, crumbling like old bread.

She was unstoppable. She was extinction. A force that the mortals couldn't even begin to imagine. Killer watched on with lust and dark delight as she went from ship to ship, annihilating them with no effort other than one of imagination in deciding just how to deal with the doomed, powerless bugs. She seldom needed to move a finger, reality bending over backwards just to obey to the laziest of her whims, and that made it all the sweeter and more arousing as he wondered what would happen were she to truly flex her muscles and display her real might.

She hurled warships into the sky like they were pebbles; she crushed them to the size of tin cans; she melted them; shattered them, broke them in half like twigs, threw them against one another, effortlessly chucking thousands upon thousands of tons of steel countless miles away. It took her mere minutes to crush the fleet and reduce it to a pale shadow of what it used to be: she spared only one helicopter out of an armada that had numbered close to 3000 fighter jets, bombers, helicopters and unmanned vehicles. She had wiped them out of the sky like the gnats they were, and then she had toyed with the warships until only around 50 or so large vessels remained, out of a fleet that had numbered five hundred hulls or more, including the submarines. It was hard for Killer to just watch, to stay out of the game and just enjoy the sight of her body flexing and bulging with power: the temptation to join her was incredibly strong, but he had promised to leave that tender morsel to her, and he made sure to stick to his word, staying far away from the puny ships, looking down at them from high above, his sharp eyes letting him see everything clearly, each delicious flex in Alexis's muscles, each elegant step she moved, each seductive sway of her hips, every drop of blood slowly rolling down her huge breasts and powerful muscles.

What he allowed himself to do was growing, enjoying his own omnipotence as he leisurely stroked his immense black cock, smiling slightly and flexing his massive musculature every now and then, arching his back with low growls of pleasure... and slowly, his size had begun to increase, his muscles bulging powerfully outwards, his height growing slowly but steadily as his huge, heavy testicles swung lightly as they pulsed and grew larger and larger moment by moment along with the rest of his frame.

His height soon doubled, then trebled, and he had grinned slightly, looking over Alexis's perfect, mighty legs and flexing his own enormous musculature, arching his back slightly and throwing his head back, grinning as he slowly let his power flow in his veins, huge biceps bulging explosively as reality around him trembled violently as his body grew, a ripple of pure power exploding through the sky as his muscles expanded and his height increased even faster as his godlike, immense black shaft bulged with thick veins and grew even further.

He closed his eyes with a growl after Alexis went on another devastating flight through enemy warships, and when he opened them again he was looming over the ocean, the very air trembling at his presence, tsunami waves rising all around his feet as his massive talons now touched into the waters, great and glorious enough to crush entire islands beneath them. The god grinned widely as energy crackled around him, his godlike shaft pulsing with power in front of him, his testicles so enormous that they bulged with thick veins, seeming about to burst out of his thick, strong sac as they pulsed with heat and power as goliath blasts of pre erupted from his godlike member to smash into the ocean with all the force of meteors, throwing up immense waves. He grinned and chuckled darkly, making sure to angle his mammoth member away from the remaining ships and away from islands and shores, because each splatter was so enormous that it could wash away the tiny mortals, their towns and countries and their entire lives like the passing of hurricanes.

No one could fail to notice Killer's growth, as his body now casted the whole ocean under a heavy, murderous shadow as dark as a starless night. For the terrified mortals on the few remaining warships it was a moment of sheer, indescribable despair as they were suddenly faced by a power even greater than Alexis's. The titan looming over them could truly crush them all under his toe without even noticing, and his mammoth testicles looked like planets filling all of the sky above their heads. If Alexis was the perfect ten, the new titan had to be at least an eleven.

"Someone has been enjoying the show..." Alexis amusedly commented, looking upwards at the titanic, glorious form of her lover, licking her lips in delight and hunger at that casual demonstration of his power, and at the handsome, virile majesty of his form. She did not want her playthings to get the wrong idea about her, however, and she dived right through one of the surviving destroyers, smashing it in half as she splashed into the ocean and went deep.

A few instants passed, and then her gigantic black cock speared through the surface of the sea, miles in diameter and rising higher and higher into the sky as she grew and grew. The mortals could only stare in awe and shock as the rest of her body came into view, her grinning face emerging from the waves and gazing down at them with entertainment, her long legs crossed leisurely, her arms folded behind her head... and it became clear to them that she was lying with her back on the bottom of the ocean, relaxing as if sunbathing on a beach, her breasts rising out of the sea like titanic, impossible mountains, before their view of her was mostly replaced on all sides by mountains of her solid muscle, covered in short, smooth white fur.

It took the mortals a moment to understand what was happening, but mouths fell open in awe and despair when the realization dawned in a first few minds, before trembling voices babbled the truth in awe, and the amazing words were repeated again and again, shouted in disbelief and desperate denial.

What was left of the fleet was now trapped in a lake... a lake that was nothing more than a drop of water trapped within the goddess's navel.

The white mountains looming down on them were her abs, and they were now so utterly dwarfed by the goddess that they could not see anything past the edge of her navel... while they could stare at the glowing diamond encased in her navel if only they looked over the sides of their ships and into the water below.

Alexis grinned widely as she leaned forwards a bit to look down into her navel, unable to contain a snort-laughter at the sight of the pitifully tiny ships trapped within, before she looked down at the ocean itself, the water barely reaching halfway up her hips as she rested lazily on her back, as if she was sunbathing on a beach, caressed by the waves reaching forwards over the sand. The mighty ocean was like a swallow puddle to her now, and she couldn't help but wonder how many people across the whole world were staring at her immense cock, jutting skywards as some sort of impossible, supernatural tower that stretched miles and miles above the clouds. She leisurely stroked her colossal member, growling quietly in pleasure and entertainment as she erupted a gigantic blast of precum that literally shot into space, her eyes glowing sapphire as she gazed down at their own fleet, sailing in spread-out formation many miles away to her right. She could have easily reached out for them, scooping the whole fleet up in the palm of her hand... but she resisted the temptation to do so, knowing that the poor sailors were already more than enough scared and awed. She also resisted the temptation of just stretching her long, mighty legs, pushing her booted foot literally over Ire's shore, to crush its ports like puny sandcastles and to tear a new sea inlet pushing deep inland.

"You look splendid, my love..." Killer gently said, crouching down at her side and eyeing the powerful, enchanting perfection of her body, gazing over her mighty abs and over the gently heaving breasts, losing himself in her vast cleavage. "I'm tempted to crush the whole of Ire into paste and massage it all over you like it was sun protection cream."

"Wouldn't that be delightful...?" Alexis replied, grinning widely before licking her lips slowly, gazing up at him with love. After a moment of thought, she winked at him and softly observed: "We never even had the time to enjoy a proper honeymoon, lover... a day at the beach was long overdue."

"True..." Killer agreed, grinning amusedly as he leaned down at her side and adoringly stroked her strong, bulging abs, before bending forwards to kiss the majestic slope of one great, firm breast, his gigantic cock rubbing against hers as he turned onto his side, and Alexis eagerly reached up to squeeze into his tremendous girth, grinding the two titan cocks together, making him grunt in appreciation. "We will remedy once all of this crap is out of the way. Heaven, Hell, the NWOA, the RA, and all the rest... once it is all over, we'll take some time to ourselves. Some quality alone time."

Alexis smiled at that, nuzzling him lovingly and moving over to lean against his powerful, masculine chest while teasingly rubbing her giant black shaft up and down against his, her fingers teasing his sensitive cumslit, spreading the thick, dense precum all over the enormous head. Killer growled hungrily at that, smiling slightly as he watched her hand mixing and spreading their thick, potent pre down their colossal black shafts, and after a moment he playfully commented: "You know, if it was anyone other than you that matched my size so closely, I might be annoyed by it."

"I know... The same consideration is true for me too, you know. But I don't think we need to worry about competition..." Alexis amusedly replied, grinding her immense cock against his. He had a very evident advantage over her, both in length and girth: at their standard height, the difference was of more than fifteen inches in his favor, an enormity... and yet not much, for someone who was used to literally dwarf any rival into insignificance. When standing at their normal sizes, her cock was a spectacular 122 inches, while his had grown over time to an astonishing 138, with a girth just as monstrous. She was not concerned at all by the sizeable difference: it was, rather, exactly how she liked it. She loved the fact that, even with how powerful she was, he could still always surprise her and send shivers going down her spine. She loved being dominant, powerful, supreme and in charge, yet she adored having him at her side, ready to wrap his strong arms around her.

Killer nuzzled her and kissed her cheek, then slid his hand down towards her navel, tracing his index over the mighty profile of her abs and then drawing a circle around her navel, pushing his head against hers as he looked down at the tiny ships. "So, what are you going to do with those little bugs...?"

Alexis grinned and arched her back slightly, flexing her powerful muscles and giving hell to what was left of the fleet as the waters in her navel washed around in waves that were immense and cruel to the damaged ships and the desperate mortals. "Well, let me think..." She teasingly whispered, reaching carefully down with the tip of one claw, picking up a crowded amphibious assault vessel with her energy: the ships by now were way too tiny and frail to touch them, even just with the tips of her claws.

She moved her hand up, the ship floating powerlessly just above her claw, and she reached down for her immense cock, grabbing it firmly just below the large head, holding her index stretched as she rubbed it teasingly into her vast cumslit, giving the doomed mortals ample time to stare down into the dark, endless abyss. Her powerful, virile scent washed over the ship and the mortals on it with indescribable force, making the air so thick that the tiny men struggled to breathe, the temperature rising to torturing levels, eyes watering, lungs burning, even the steel rusting and decaying just because of the heat and musk coming from her immense cumslit.

"Let's send some of these guys on a journey..." Alexis teased, and Killer smirked before using his own index to fish up a trio of escort ships and another large assault vessel from her navel, reaching then for her huge member and gripping into the solid black flesh, pumping it slowly and teasingly as he held the ships aloft right over her large, yawning cumslit. The mortals' voices were too tiny to be heard by then, but the two gods could still listen to them clearly, reading their very emotions and savoring the panic and fear and begging and the powerless, useless rage. "The honor is yours, lover..." Alexis teased, and Killer grinned before pushing his thick finger slowly inside her vast cumslit, the tiny ships sinking inside the immense cock without ever touching the walls, the darkness around them becoming complete and merciless as the huge male's finger filled the large hole. The mortals had a long, torturing moment for panic and despair as the distant fleshy walls flexed and clamped hungrily on Killer's finger, but their fear of being crushed was soon replaced with the humiliating awareness that they were too tiny and insignificant for that to happen: even when flexed, the walls of her cum channel remained countless miles away from them. The sheer heat and the thick, potent, virile musk were more than enough to consume them out of existence, as they fell to their knees, chocking and burning and melting away like they were made of snow, as the ships themselves began to melt and crumble away, turned into rusty junk in mere instants... and the two lovers, the two gods so mercilessly lording over their very existences, laughed. They heard it clearly, the rumbling echoing like thunder and blasting their ears into bloody holes as the cock around them flexed and throbbed with Alexis's laughter, before the finger above them was joined by hers, and they stared at another ship of their fleet being pushed down, towards its doom. The two digits beginning to grind into the fleshy walls, twisting and thrusting back and forth slowly and teasingly, and they felt the rumble of Alexis's pleasure rattling their world... before the field of energy holding them aloft simply vanished, and the ships plunged down into the dark, immense shaft, falling for miles and miles...

"Fuck, yes...!" Alexis growled, gritting her fangs in a savage grin as both she and Killer pushed their index fingers down inside her cock, right down to the knuckle, twisting them around and rubbing into the inner walls of her shaft until a thick blast of her sperm-rich precum squirted out around their digits, arching high into the sky and making her grow as the pressure built up, the massive sperms struggling to come out as the fingers blocked their exit.

Killer grinned widely at that, leaning forwards with an eager growl and going into overdrive as he pumped her gigantic black shaft, squeezing hard upon the bulging, protruding cum channel as the hot pre continued to travel up it, and he thrust his finger in and out, hard and fast, slamming it right down to the knuckle again and again to cause her pre to blast out in thick, potent jets and squirts.

The mortals writhing in the final throes of torturing pain on the decks of the falling warships were treated to the mind-shattering sight of sperms that were literally miles and miles thick and long rushing up towards their puny, microscopic hulls. The ships mostly dissolved before ever touching the gigantic sperms, but when one of the goliath seeds slammed its head up into the falling hulls, it did not even notice: the mortal warships were meaningless specks of dirt compared to the titanic majesty of a single one of her sperms, and they were literally crushed out of existence, dissolving into her seminal fluid, leaving behind no sign at all suggesting they had ever existed at all.

"You've just sent several hundred thousands of souls down to hell, my love..." Killer observed, trying to stay serious but unable to prevent a note of tease and of amusement filtering in his voice. It was the cost of their lessons to the mortals, and it was a very real one: there could be no doubt that the Reapers were working hard to drag all those souls down to Hell, where the demons would work to turn them into new monsters and soldiers and cannon fodder.

Alexis only snorted amusedly, however, her hand slowly and majestically smearing her own thick, potent pre over her colossal black shaft, lubricating the steel-harder flesh and enjoying the slick warmth of the dense, virile fluid, her eyes glowing sapphire as she looked down into the seminal fluid... but not even her sharp, supernatural senses could catch any glimpse of the warships that had been washed away to nothing when her pre had erupted. "So what, lover...? I've given them enough of a show that not even Hell will be able to convince them that facing us again is a good idea. And even if they do turn out to be _truly_that stupid, I'll be more than glad to crush them again like the vermin they are."

"Yeah, I can bet on that..." Killer agreeably said, grinning amusedly and leaning down to teasingly lick along the majestic slope of one great breast, before gazing lazily down at the surviving vessels, unable to contain a snort of derision at how tiny and pathetic they were, lost within the confines of her navel as they were. "What fate have you chosen for the few that are left...?"

Alexis thought about it for a moment, lazily drawing circles around her navel with the tip of her index, letting out a low murr of musing, until she flicked her finger and fished up a whole aircraft carrier group, with the flat top in the middle and the escorts all around. She gazed down at the tiny specks with a smirk of entertainment, watching as they floated and spun around slowly, her energies effortlessly turning all those proud warships into nothing but toys. "Well, I was thinking... what does one of these ships cost? Billions, and years of work, and thousands of men. If you think about it, these are by far the most expensive jewels ever created by the mortal world."

Killer let out a little growl of amused agreement, guessing what she was about to do... and he leaned his chin over her breast, looking up into her eyes as he teased: "I thought you never were much interested in jewels... I thought you called them too girly."

"True, I don't have much of an interest in normal jewelry, but warships? I think they'll look great on my boots..." The goddess replied with a sly grin, and then she faked a look of intense concentration and thinking as she gazed down at the microscopic ships, until she observed: "They'll need a change of color and an adjustment in sizes, of course..."

And immediately, with complete, fearsome ease, the tiny ships grew in sizes as she slowly parted her index and thumb, tilting her head to the side a little as she tauntingly faked intense concentration, not for toying with the fate of the thousands of mortals and their expensive weapons, but for getting her new jewels exactly right. She made the ships more appropriately scaled to her current height, and then she changed the steel into solid gold, and trapped all the crew members into cruel, unbreakable statue-prisons also made of gold, that searing heat merged and welded together with their flesh.

The captive mortals could only stare in awe as the ship grew around them, as the iron and steel and plastic and everything else were suddenly changed into solid gold, and their eyes bulged within the new, metallic sockets as titanic chains of gold pushed out of the weather decks of their warships, stretching up to end in large rings. The mortals could only see details of what happened around them, dwarfed as they were by any single link of those chains, but it didn't take them long to understand that they were being turned into nice, shiny pendants.

Alexis had spared most of the largest and most prized of Ire's warships, and it had not been casual: the once mighty aircraft carriers and the amphibious assault vessels now floated pathetically up into the air, coming out of her navel only to spin powerlessly in the grip of her psychic force as she turned them all into frills that would add richness and glory and majesty to her clothes. She used some of the largest escort vessels and missile cruisers as well, but she did not bother with destroyers and other less glamorous vessels: those she had simply destroyed, unworthy as they were of ever being near to her toe talons.

"Trinkets, really, but they look pretty nice, at least... and whenever the bugs will look at my boots, they'll shiver and remember just how insignificant they are." Alexis easily commented, grinning in dark entertainment before pulling one long, mighty leg up, one hand resting upon her thigh as the thick, strong muscles bulged and flexed, her smile broadening as Killer bent forwards to lovingly plant a series of kisses down her massive quads, his hand stroking over the solid muscle and squeezing lightly into it as he tasted blood and gore of her victims and a few pearl-like droplets of her sweat.

The goddess threw her head backwards with a light sigh of pleasure, enjoying the feel of the explosive power contained in her strong leg as she thought for a moment about what would happen to the planet if she decided to kick it, even just with light, playful force. She mused for an instant about whether sufficient debris would be left behind to allow future visitors to tell that there even was a planet to begin with... and it was pretty obvious that no, there would not have been.

She slowly, seductively moved her leg back and down until her knee pushed into her large, godlike breast, her hands easily able to reach up for the ankle strap of her boot as the jet-black material shifted and morphed, metal-edged holes appearing at regular intervals all along the strap so that she could easily slot her new pendants into place. Killer let out a low growl of hunger and delight as he looked on, adoring her grace, her power, her dominance and supremacy as she attached a first golden aircraft carrier to the strap, snickering as she used one finger to effortlessly flick the once proud and even arrogant vessel back and forth, making the chain jiggle quietly. A cruiser was added next, and then a large amphibious assault vessel, and another aircraft carrier immediately afterwards, the goddess grinning slightly as she carefully picked her new jewels from the pile, floating powerlessly in midair as they were, to tie them into what would become their place for all of eternity.

She pulled up her other leg as well, stretching it up and flexing it lightly in front of Killer's glowing eyes as she playfully teased: "Come on, lover, be an angel... help me put all the jewels in place."

The huge male was all too glad to do so, musing for a moment over the many jewels still floating in the air before picking another aircraft carrier, taking the golden ring between the tip of two fingers and carefully clicking it in position, letting the golden ship dangle from the ankle strap of her boot, looking down into her eyes from over the strong, spectacular musculature of her long leg. "You know that I love you... but you also know I always had a special adoration for your legs, do you...?"

"No way! Really...?" Alexis amusedly replied, grinning at him and flexing her thigh, smiling widely. "I never noticed..." She joked, her eyes sparkling with entertainment. It was definitely not a mystery and not something he had ever attempted to hide, after all.

And as the two lovers laughed and clicked ring after ring after ring, decorating her boots with the vast collection of golden warships, the mortals all around the world trembled in terror and stared in awe. It was the end of the line for the largest and mightiest fleet ever built, and the ultimate demonstration that nothing the mortals could do had any importance in front of Alexis's fearsome power. Somewhere down below, far beneath Alexis's and Killer's attentions, the helicopter that the goddess had spared flew towards the "tower" upon which the ex-admiral of the fleet had been forced to stand while watching the annihilation of his forces. The helicopter's crew, albeit terrified and trembling in sheer awe, managed to winch the admiral to "safety", and they rushed towards the distant shore, consuming the last reserves of fuel to get there and land. But there could be no real safety for them: none of their lives could ever hope to be the same again. Their minds were in tatters, and there was no hope of piecing them together: the memory of what they saw and experienced would torment them forever, haunting their nights and their awake time in the same measure. The admiral in particular had been completely destroyed and rebuilt anew as a breeding bitch, a womb to be abused and violated, and Alexis had left his - her- belly savagely stretched out, bulging painfully, on the verge of bursting apart so much it was filled up with sperm and with new, rapidly developing lives. Thick, potent sperm cascaded out of his annihilated holes, and the goliath sperms were big and strong enough that the soldiers on the helicopter did not dare dragging their commander inside the cabin, where the mammoth seeds could have swarmed over them as well: they left him outside, hanging from the rescue winch, for all the duration of their desperate flight towards the shore.

"Hey, look... the bugs are running away." Alexis amusedly said, smirking to Killer before tilting her head to the side to look down at the tiny helicopter, easily pulling her almighty arm up and taunting the terrified mortals by holding up the palm of her hand in front of them. The pilot of the helicopter maneuvered the machine into a tight turn to avoid crashing into her fingers and then desperately gave full power to the engines to fly along the length of her digits until he could veer around past her claws, but Alexis only snickered and moved her hand in the way of their escape again, playing with them like a child blocking the path ahead of an ant.

"As if they could ever get away..." Killer amusedly commented, grinning as Alexis effortlessly kept pushing her fingers ahead of the helicopter, forcing it to change course again and again and again, until the goddess grew bored of the little game and allowed them to run straight for the shore, landing just beyond beaches and cliffs that were being devastated by freak waves caused by each and every little movement of the immense gods resting lazily in the middle of the ocean. Their landing was rough, more similar to a crash than to a normal arrival, because both their engines were dead and the fuel tanks completely empty. The crew rushed out of the helicopter and they barely bothered with cutting the winch's rope apart, letting the horribly inflated, swollen admiral fall down with a slosh of thick sperm. The wolfess was unable to move with how much her belly bulged and with how many bones in her body were reduced to dust, but the other mortals had no intention to spend any further time on the coast while the two immense gods loomed over them, filling the sky. They abandoned her, running away as quickly as they could, charging down the street of the first town they encountered and howling their horrendous tale, spreading even more panic in a crowd that was already desperately attempting to flee and disperse, afraid to gather in any sizeable groups for fear of attracting the attention of the two divine lords.

"How easy it would be to crush all of those bugs out of existence..." Alexis teased, grinning up at Killer as she squeezed into his enormous black shaft and angled it downwards, pumping it eagerly as she effectively aimed it at the puny coastal town, at its roads filled of shrieking people and jammed with countless vehicles desperate for a way to escape. The huge male grinned predatorily at that, enjoying her firm squeezing and the fast movements of her hand, growling as his vast cumslit yawned wide open... but when he felt his precum surging upwards he seized his member and angled it up higher, looking into Alexis's eyes as he admonished: "No more innocent deaths, for now."

He growled then, grinning widely as a thick, enormous blast of precum erupted out of his cock and arched into the air, high above the town and smashing down like a meteor into the countryside, crushing fields and forests and hills and mountains into nothing but dust, turning uncountable square miles of land into a new sea of precum, washing away miles upon miles of roads and highways. "But yeah, it would be very easy."

Alexis snorted a bit at that, halfway between amusement and frustration at having to care for the lives of the tiny beings cowering in the shadow of her toes. She did not attempt to contest his decision, however, instead wrapping one arm around his shoulders and leaning her head against his, gently asking: "Okay, so... what was your idea, again? I'm getting... eager to see you in action."

"Follow me to Ire's capital, and you'll find out." Killer easily replied, and Alexis's eyes burned with predatory delight, her grin spreading wider as she immediately began to stand up, the world beneath their feet rattling violently as the titanic goddess straightened and stretched, arching her back and rolling her shoulders slowly, muscles bulging explosively. "Let's go, then... I can't wait."

"Do not cheat, Alexis..." Killer amusedly warned, grinning sideways at her as he carefully stood up himself, enjoying for a brief moment the fact that the ocean truly was but a shallow puddle for them at that point, the water barely reaching up for their ankles. "No walking. You'd crack the planet like an egg with the first step, and you know it."

The femme fatale let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling her eyes and mumbling "killjoy" as she effortlessly floated up into the air, hovering high enough above the ground not to erase the terrain and towns beneath with the mere shockwave of air displaced by her movements. Killer did the same, giving her a little nod of approval. He shared her temptation to just continue toying with the powerless mortals, but he was determined to act fairly, and grant them a last chance. She amusedly teased him, observing that it was the matter of just two or three steps to get there... but they were just antics, he knew. She had stood up with great care, despite the apparent carelessness: she had not shifted one foot, knowing all too well what they needed to do to avoid shattering the whole world.

They floated forwards over the sea, then past the shore, moving above terrified, powerless towns and over military bases and missile sites, ignoring the surface-to-air missiles that were fired against them and that impacted uselessly against their soles and toes. At any moment they could have easily singled out entire towns with just their big toes, smearing them into nothing but powder, but they didn't, moving onwards until they loomed above the capital of Ire, the town that was, effectively, the world's capital, the brain of the most powerful country on the planet. Puny, microscopic missiles rushed upwards from the multiple dark, ominous super-fortresses of steel and concrete that surrounded the town, but the two gods paid them absolutely no heed, ignoring the useless weapons as they exploded pointlessly against their soles, unable to even tickle them.

Killer squatted slowly down over the pitifully tiny town, resting his hands on his knees and leaning forwards to gaze down at the capital, his eyes glowing solid sapphire, his white fangs luminous almost like stars in the darkness that he himself casted upon the world with his immense sizes. Alexis gladly squatted down as well, and when he gave her a sideways gaze, she smirked hungrily and gripped into his gigantic black shaft, angling it straight down, aiming it at the town beneath as she pumped on it, slowly and majestically.

"Hear me out, you pathetic, microscopic vermin. I do not repeat myself, so you'll better connect your little brains." Killer softly said, smiling slightly down at the minuscule specks of dust down below. The relaxed, gentle tone actually only made his words all the stronger and more terrifying, as his voice boomed louder than any thunderstorm, rattling the buildings and cracking even reinforced concrete walls like they were biscuits, the ground shivering as if in terror of his obscene power, as the powerless mortals were blown off their feet like toys, sent crashing around with a loud concert of cries and whines and shrieks and prayers. All eyes were fixed upon a sky that had been entirely replaced by darkness as the immense cumslit of the god loomed over them, looking like the mouth of some kind of apocalyptic predator ready to swallow them all, his foreskin sliding back and forth with Alexis's strokes and thundering louder than any storm as they did their best to brace against the furious might of his voice alone.

Unbearable heat and humidity settled down over the town, coming from inside his cock and hitting as hard as a physical, immense slap: the mortals were left sweating and wincing in despair and pain, feeling like they would soon catch fire and burn away to ashes, as the buildings around them crumbled like sand castles and every piece of metal began to rust away to dust because of the hot humidity. The almighty, brutal scent of maleness and virility coming from his immense member turned the air into something as thick and tasty as steak, leaving the mortals gaping and chocking desperately on air that they could now pretty much chew. The females fell onto their knees, collapsing into broken heaps that writhed and trembled and panted breathlessly as they were shattered by orgasms of painful intensity, their juices flooding out of them, mixing with blood as their passages clenched violently, almost tearing themselves apart. Males were overwhelmed even more violently, their bodies growing in size and strength, their cocks becoming enormous and painfully blasting out the greatest orgasms of their lives as the sheer maleness in the air filled their puny beings with power... before their malehood was quickly annihilated, erased as unworthy, their bodies morphing rapidly, growing huge breasts and long, sensual legs as their dicks shriveled and vanished away, fleeing from the humiliating comparison with him and turning into pussies that painfully clenched and squirted with juice.

Killer and Alexis grinned predatorily, feeling it all clearly and greedily devouring all the emotions and energy coming from down below, the mortal's painful lust and wrecking despair fueling the two gods in equal measure, adding to their pleasure. "We have been very generous to you dust mites. We have protected you, we have allowed you to believe your nations are strong and that they matter, we have allowed you to make your choices and to live free. In any moment we could have shattered the illusion and shown you that you are doomed to slavishly bend to our whims." Killer calmly explained, lazily smirking down at them while Alexis lovingly pumped his immense black shaft. "We gave you golden opportunities, but you clearly did not understand how the world works, because you dared displeasing us... so, let me explain it, real quick: if you want our power to protect your frail lives and world and freedom, rather than to take it all away, you'll better behave. We did not ask for worship, but you misunderstood our mercy and somehow started thinking that gave you the right to try and boss us around. Unfortunately for you, you are weak and insignificant, so from now on you'll better keep us happy and watch our step... because we won't explain the rules another time."

Killer paused, letting his softly spoken but cold, merciless words settle into the minds of the delirious, terrified mortals beneath, their heads thrumming painfully, their ears bleeding with the power of his voice as they stared powerlessly up at the black member that completely filled the sky. "This time I am going to make sure that you understand your place..." Killer calmly announced, and he traded a smirk with Alexis, dropping his head slightly backwards with a low growl of delight as she guided his cock down towards the town, slowly and carefully, knowing exactly what he wanted to do as he squatted a little bit lower over the terrified mortal world.

The immense head of his cock moved slowly towards the ground, seeming to become even more gigantic as it got closer to the mortals' eyes, its arrival casting their world into a dark, cold and cruel night as the mass of air it displaced and thrust down and away blew over the metropolis with such force and ferocity to dwarf every known hurricane. Entire skyscrapers cracked and crumbled and fell apart, while the weaker and the damaged buildings were blown literally into dust. Fortunately for the mortals, no one was living inside the buildings at that point: they had all been badly damaged by the opening of the hellish rifts and portals and so they had mostly been evacuated. Those who had still been inside had gone running into the street as soon as Killer's shadow had engulfed the town. Being well away from the buildings saved the mortals' lives, but they were still brutally thrown around like weightless ragdolls, smashed off their feet to crash painfully into walls and wrecks and ruins while the tents and emergency shelters that they had erected after the evacuation were blown into shreds of plastic and fabric, erased like unwanted stains.

There was a loud, echoing, desperate shriek coming from millions of voices at once as the mortals saw the end coming, already seeing their town reduced to dust and rubble trapped into the god's precum... before their voices became inaudible as the gigantic cockhead smashed into the earth and cracked the ground with its fearsome, unfathomable weight, tearing open cracks that spread for miles in every direction as a colossal cloud of dust and dirt exploded outwards, while the mighty black flesh sunk deep into rock and stone as if they were water, the impossible weight doing all the work as Killer and Alexis laughed.

"That's how puny you are, microbes..." Killer amusedly commented, grinning predatorily as his immense cock settled in place, the earth deeply cratered in the shape of his cockhead, the colossal cloud of dust washing over other towns and villages many miles away, bombarding buildings and vehicles with boulders and wreckage and other massive debris that the force of the impact had hefted and sent flying like in a tornado.

He waited for a long moment, giving the worst of the dust the time to settle, and then he traded a grin with Alexis, giving her a slight nod. She smirked and carefully hefted up the gigantic black shaft, pulling the massive head out of the vast crater, and Killer slowly straightened a little, just enough so that his godlike shaft would not touch the ground. The goddess murred in delight as she slowly and adoringly pumped on the huge member, sending thousands of tons of debris and rubble and dirt falling down out of the wrinkles in his foreskin and away from the glorious, wet cockhead. The debris rained down like meteors to crash into the ground far below, further tormenting the powerless mortals that were left gaping in breathless awe and terror as they realized how their world had been changed forever: the capital was destroyed, razed to the ground almost completely, but even so, they had been spared and deliberately kept alive. At least for the most part.

The town had crumbled just because of the earthquake, of the sheer immensity and weight of the goliath cock, but the humiliating truth was that they had not even been touched by the virile black flesh. No, the ruins of the capital city stood on top of a vast rocky spike jutting up like a tower in the middle of an immense, terrifying crater. The entire metropolis, and miles of countryside around it, had been humiliatingly spared utter destruction by being taken inside the god's vast cumslit. They had survived, untouched, while the fat, glorious cockhead erased the surrounding region, crushing it all into fine dust and tearing open a vast, immense crater that was going to scar the planet forever. The crater surrounding the town was at least a dozen miles deep and many more in diameter, effectively trapping them in the middle of a perfect print of his cockhead, making them nothing more than an island of sole females, where all inferior, useless, puny males had been crushed into slavery and reshaped into drooling, eager breeding whores.

"Annoy me again, pathetic creatures, and next time I'll rest my big all-male balls upon your puny towns." Killer taunted, straightening slowly and gripping into one fat, enormous, heavy testicle, flaunting his obscene, unmatched virility above the doomed, powerless ants.

Alexis laughed, spreading her legs to let her own titanic balls loom above the devastated town while she leisurely stroked the huge male's cock, and then the two lovers turned their back to Ire and floated away, laughing loudly as the terrified survivors were left alone in the desert of ruins, to desperately try to piece together the tiny remains of their lives.