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Time for a new chapter to go up for you all to read. I'm trying to keep the rhythm with these, to bring the story to its conclusion. Quite a way to go still, but getting there, step by step. This chapter has some pretty extreme content, including scat. Just so you know. If you've followed the story this far, you know what to expect. I hope you will enjoy the ride in all its parts, and even more so where it gets tough. Have a great ride, and as always comment away and let me know what you think.

Two hearts that beat in unison. Two hearts that are one. Forced violently apart, separated by whole galaxies, they still keep beating as one. And even as the darkness thickens, none of the two will ever surrender. And battle will continue to rage on all fronts, because at stake there is...

Chapter 93 -** Survival **

Killer stirred slightly, groaning at the agony that filled every last inch of his body. The room around him seemed at once completely silent and horrendously noisy. It filled him with terrible sense of loss and solitude while at the same time tormenting him with the sounds of undead creatures staring at him from the walls, while fleshy, monstrous growths ground together wetly. He could almost hear his own blood flowing in his veins and then spilling out of his countless wounds, and his heart thrummed slowly, almost terrifyingly so, but with great force.

He was alive, but in anguish. He was conscious, but barely. The "scientists" had left what felt just moments before, finally leaving him alone with his pain. Cerberus and Thanathos had left earlier, called away by pressing matters that could only mean creating further trouble for Alexis and the others. Killer felt horribly guilty for not being there with them, fighting at their side, keeping them safe. He was worried that Alexis and the girls could make themselves vulnerable in the desperate attempt of finding where he was being held. He dreaded the moment when the door to his cell would open again, because every time it happened he was put through infernal torture, but he was even more terrified by the thought that, at any moment, a gloating Cerberus could stroll inside and announce that one of the girls was dead, or worse drag her in, chained up and helpless. Killer knew he would not be able to survive the sight of his beloved girls tortured like he had been. There was little by then that they hadn't tried against him, and his whole body shivered hard at the thought. His cock and ponderous balls, of course, had been another major focus as Cerberus and Thanathos attempted to punish him for ruining Melissa and Shanique. It had not been too easy to hurt him, because the energy he had managed to absorb by raping the two Inquisitors had been well used by his body, but the two gods had insisted until they had managed to cut deep into him. They had used knives to slowly cut off the wide, flat flare that had swelled around his massive cockhead, and then they had pierced his shaft with dozens of meat-hooks, hefting him higher off the ground by his cock, wrapping steel wire around it, which slowly tore deep into his meat, which somehow refused to go back to flaccid. They had attempted to make his balls fall off by wrapping countless laps of steel wire around the base of his heavy sack, and then they had slowly, methodically began skinning him alive, beginning with his fingers, peeling them like bananas. They had uncovered the raw muscle of his enormous biceps and had attempted to butcher the great mountains of strength, cutting off hefty steaks.

Then the scientists had come inside and had resumed digging into his bones, tearing open holes in his organs to explore them, and they had even sliced open his gigantic cock and probed and poked and cut and slashed into it, ripping out large samples.

It had gone on and on and on, for who knew how many hours, and Killer had sought refuge in his mind only to be tormented even there by the constant assault of a number of psychics which invaded all his memories, all his thoughts, turning every attempt to isolate himself into a nightmare in which he was forced to see his loved ones butchered and raped, humiliated and slaughtered like animals, cooked like food. He had retreated even deeper inside himself, desperately seeking a respite, but he ended up almost like he was hiding in a coffin, surrounded by monsters that banged huge fists onto the lid, their talons ripping through the hardwood and cutting into his flesh. He had curled up in that dark, tiny prison within his own mind and had weathered the storm as best he could. For all the time it lasted, he almost begged Black Killer to come out, to show up, to make himself heard. He always tried to silence him, but in the middle of that inferno he would have found comfort even in his lofty, patronizing tone. He would have paid to just ear a voice he knew and that was not directly associated with agony and torture.

Killer clenched his fists. Or, better, he tried to but only ended up grabbing the rusty heads of the huge stakes driven through his hands. Heavy chains giggled lightly above and behind him, and he let out a broken, trembling sigh. Obviously, they had added a whole lot more chains and stakes, in the hope of making it impossible for him to try another great escape. Even in his current state, he was still the Beast, and they were terrified at the idea of even just one of his hands breaking free again.

They had not hooked his cock into the tentacle-tube. The experience of the Horrors rebelling and nearly crushing the whole garrison into pulp had set the project back and the scientists were now wary of again using his corruptive, devastating hypervirility. They had not expected it to be so horribly powerful and now they were working on better ways to contain and control it and the monstrosities it rapidly brought to life. Until they had a solution they trusted, they were not going to try again.

On the other hand, they already had created a terrible horde of smaller but still fearsome Horrors, and Killer could hardly begin to imagine the havoc those could cause back on earth, or even in Hell and Heaven. No demon or angel, and most certainly no mortal, could possibly stand up to even the weakest of those monsters, which could rapidly devour an entire colony, becoming bigger and stronger in the process. Alexis and the others would have to move quickly and decisively against each and every Horror before it could grow too huge... or before they could devour the last mortal. Given free reign, those beasts could wipe all life from earth within hours, considering how few big colonies were left. Extinction was a very realistic scenario, and if Alexis was to prevent it from becoming reality, she'd be hard pressed to also search for Killer. They have no clue where you are. You don't even share the same galaxy anymore. How can you think they will ever find you...?

Killer gritted his broken teeth and shook his head slowly, desperately trying to silence the voice that inexorably reminded him of how little his chances were. He was doing his best to stay positive, but it was becoming harder and harder. The last session of torture had almost shattered him. His eye sockets were only now filling up with new eyes, regenerating after Cerberus had brutally torn both of the old ones out, plunging him into complete, unforgiving darkness. It had been a complete nightmare, and had made everything that had followed even worse. Being blind made everything scarier, every noise more intense, more confused and more threatening. He remembered agony, and laughter filling his ears, and cold probes and blades digging inside him, and meat-hooks tearing through almost every inch of his body.

His nose was tormented by his own stink: he was covered in caked blood, in stale semen, in filth and grime and decaying gore. Cerberus had gleefully made sure to infect all of his wounds in the worst possible ways, trying to overwhelm his body's resistance, and while he hadn't been very successful, all of his wounds now leaked stinking pus as his flesh was ever so slowly consumed and forced to rot.

He was disgusted by his state, and he was beginning to pity himself, pushed hard by the contemptuous voices that continued to echo in his tormented mind as the echoes of psychic torture continued to form into images of Alexis, Mriya and the others looking at him with distaste before turning their backs to him. Thanathos's taunting question now constantly haunted him: do your beloved girls love you sincerely enough to care for you now that you are a wreck stinking of rot and piss?

He shifted slightly, groaning in pain, barely able to move at all before the countless stakes driven through his limbs stopped him, tugging at his bloody body. He just couldn't get any relief. The cross was a torture in itself, putting unbearable pressure on his ribcage.

It took him a moment to register the sinister, meaty sound of the fanged vagina-like door of flesh opening, and he let out a whine of dread, terrified at the idea that another session of fresh agony was already beginning once more. He slowly pulled up his head to stare at the gigantic shutter as it opened and the bars of energy vanished, letting a slender figure through. It walked forwards without a sound, wrapped in the darkness like a shadow, but her shape and the hypnotic swaying of large, perfect hips gave away the fact that she was a female, and a special one at that. Tall, slender, perfect in figure and in the way she moved, each step looking almost like a dance of seduction.

A shout of happiness and relief almost exploded out of his throat as he thought of Alexis, as his mind filled with images of her, as his nose filled with the memory of her perfume, and of the delicious, addictive scent of her juices streaking down muscular, divine thighs... but then he realized that he was dreaming, and that her grace, while spectacular, wasn't Alexis's. No, it was less natural. More labored and deliberate. Alexis just had it, while this goddess had perfected it as a weapon of seduction. He could hear her breathing getting rough as she drew nearer, and she inhaled loudly, suckling in loudly as she savored the mighty stench in the air. Killer half-grinned, half-grimaced at that, at once aroused and disgusted... before he instinctively sniffed, closing his eyes with a low growl at the delicious scent of intense, incandescent female nectar. "Oh, yes, stud... you already smell it, don't you...? Yes, you are a real predator, a real Male. You already smell your prize." The female whispered, her breath quickening as she realized that she just couldn't tear her glowing amber eyes away from his monumental form, from that perfect sculpture of pure power. "Oh, yes... it's my tribute to you, in recognition of your eternal supremacy." She purred, moving her fingers rapidly from one side to the other, causing the wet lips of her sex to slap together audibly, splattering out a veritable storm of heavy juice droplets.

And she let out a long, loud, drawn-out moan of arousal as her feet sunk in hot, dense, sticky wetness that immediately grasped her toes, gluing her to the floor and making it a struggle to advance another step, long ropes of the thick gooey stuff sticking to her sandals and feet as the heavy layer of dark, hypervirile batter squelched up loudly between her toes under her shifting weight.

"Flooded your room again, huh, stud...?" The goddess teased, licking her lips as her head filled with sinful images of savage, unholy lust, her heart thudding in her chest with fear as the awareness of what that thick precum could do. Even though it was just a hint of the full, unfathomable promises of power that crammed full Killer's ponderous testicles, monstrous balls that made her stare, her mouth watering as it looked like they were the size of mountains, no, Moons. That clinging stuff, swarming with enormous, hellish sperms, should have been zapped to death by huge discharges of electricity but the sheer amount had broken down the system once more, and the room all around her was corrupting, filling with fleshy growths born out of the giant's impossible, insatiable virility. And yet more kept coming, as a thick rope of that world-warping batter was flowing like incandescent tar from that angry, veinous, monstrous battering-ran which gloriously jutted out from between his powerful legs. Despite his wounds, despite the chains, despite the tortures and the efforts of countless gods, he was nothing short of glorious, and his looming, hulking, immense form dominated the entire space and made her feel small and vulnerable... especially as the drooling, terrible maw at the end of that monstrous, mammoth shaft yawned open even wider as the engorged titan gave a single, deep-seated throb and greeted her by audibly pushing out a ludicrously massive globe of black precum that was almost solid, made up of an obscene tangle of oversized, monstrous sperms. She stared at that... that waste, greater in power and in volume than what Thanathos had produced probably in his entire life, gaping as more and more came sluggishly out, heavily stretching downwards in a thick rope that finally struck the floor with a heavy, loud thwack.

She licked her lips with relish at the sight, and her heart thudded with true emotion as she walked onwards, grunting when the thick black sludge clung to her feet and refused to let go, making her muscular legs flex as she struggled to break the "glue", her sex crying out juice in helpless bliss at the sight of such rampant, monstrous vigor, and her lips curled up in a grin as she felt flattered by the reaction that her mere arrival had caused in that colossal, unrivalled beast.

"You look happy to see me, stud..." She purred, walking a bit closer to the cunt-destroying cock that throbbed menacingly before her, aiming for an area feebly illuminated by moon rays coming in from transparent blocks of crystal high up in the tower's fleshy roof. "Almost as happy as I am to finally be here with you, in the presence of such glorious specimen... I've dreamed of this moment for a long, long time." Her voice was ardent with pleasure and ravenous hunger as she stretched one long leg sideways to catch a feeble ray of light, just so the shadow would evidence her lean but strong musculature while the light would reflect in glints over the streaking rivulets of her greedy juices. "Just your stench has me dripping all over, you beast... It is just... epic!" The tall female licked her lips at that, loudly filling her lungs with his hypervirile scent, flexing and pushing her soaked sex forwards under the faint light, showing off the rich spurts of hot juice erupting out of her, her eyes burning in the darkness as she lightly played with one huge breast, looking at him with endless, evident hunger.

"You must be a seriously sick bitch if you enjoy it so much while I'm covered in filth like this." Killer coldly countered, making a bit of a grimace, but the goddess chuckled and shrugged, spreading her legs wide and standing up on tiptoes while she grunted in delight and fingered herself wildly, her digits squelching loudly in and out while rivers of juice ran down her strong legs and squirted out in great sprays of delightful, pearly nectar. Killer watched those huge squirts arch high up in the air and felt his mouth go dry with desire, with craving for that hot ambrosia, but she kept the distance, so that only small drops landed on his tormented, wounded but still rock-hard cock. She breathed hard, roughly, hoarsely, and her hips bucked as she penetrated herself with long, beautiful fingers, catching the faint light coming into the room from above just to make her soaked labia glint tantalizingly. "On a god like you, filth is actually ambrosia..." The female breathed, slowly pulling her fingers back out and showing him the juice dripping from it. "Unwashed for days...? It only makes you more glorious. You stink of MALE in a way no one else would ever go close to... If little Thanathos rolled into rotting trash for a week he might take on a similarly pungent odor... but his would still only be trash. Your stench is... fuck, it is so powerful..." She whined low in her throat and flicked her large clit with savage force, rubbing her fingers over her blossomed, great lips as she erupted again, her legs visibly trembling as she bucked her hips and hissed: "So good... so fucking good...! Yours is hypervirile, masculine, glorious, cunt-conquering stench of Man."

Killer grunted and closed his eyes, listening in amazement to the loud, obscene wet squelching as she fingered herself wildly while squirting out a deluge of hot juice, once, twice, thrice in rapid succession. "You think I'm scared of your sweat? I'll lick up every last drop!" She exclaimed, before half-squatting to show off her perfect sex, burying two fingers of each hand into the ravenous, tight passage and then pulling it open wide, dripping and incandescent, while she flexed her musculature and made her passage contract, almost winking at him. "You want to be clean and perfect again...? I'll wash your whole body with my tongue. I'll chew that almighty smegma of yours and kiss your ass and let your sweaty balls use my face to wipe off all that male-nectar."

Killer struggled to suffocate a sound of delight at that whispered offer, his behemoth cock hardening almost painfully and pushing majestically out ahead of him, angled down somewhat because of its own monstrous weight. She buried two long fingers inside her tight, vulnerable pussy, right down to the knuckles, and then pulled them slowly out and stepped forwards to smear that incandescent juice along the side of his black-fleshed leviathan, making it throb with obscene power while he snorted steam out of his nostrils, muscles flexing and bulging explosively as he gazed down at her. Persephone only murred in delight under his glare, and she lasciviously caressed her dripping sex, grinning as she heard his own breath becoming hotter and rougher. She dragged her finger up the fast few feet of that monstrous length, and then pushed it right under the prominent, vast corona of his cockhead, while rolling back the thick foreskin with the other hand. She shivered, pussy squirting eagerly when an almighty, virile stench came from under that great blanket of dark meat, and she licked her lips hungrily as she revealed the unholy magnificence of his monstrous, bulging cockhead; filthy and disgusting and yet godlike and splendid, layered with smegma and dripping blood and piss and stinking piss and mixed juices, including the nectar and the gore of Melissa and Shanique. The fat, gigantic cockhead had a thick sheen of sweat and dark sludge covering it, making even the blackened gunk clinging to its corona shimmer a little in the light.

"Unholy, evil glory..." Persephone breathed, her hot breath washing over his wounded, tormented black shaft and making him grunt hungrily, the great member throbbing eagerly as his eyes followed the shiny drops of hot nectar rolling slowly down her toned thighs. She poked lightly into the thick, massive chunks of dark smegma that were almost as solid as concrete, and she let her drool leak out of her gaping mouth, leaning forwards so that it dripped onto his great cockhead, while her eyes looked up at him with endless, almost scary hunger. "I've seen the power that even this waste contains... it precipitated this entire fortress into panic and wiped thousands of lives out of existence before thousands more puny gods managed to restrain it. Just. Your. Waste..." She scooped up one huge chunk of black gunk, larger than her index, and she greedily brought it up to her mouth, opening her jaws wide and stretching her tongue out as she lowered that thick slab of male waste, hypervirile overproduction, blood and gore and pure filth, down, down, until she pressed it onto her tongue, shivering in what could only be described as bliss. She slowly began to chew on the thick sludge, murring in delight as she struggled to tear into it, then fatigued even more to force her jaws open again, wincing as her maw creaked audibly. She helplessly shuddered, and her juices erupted out of her yet once more while she wondered at that gargantuan cockhead and the monstrous quarry of almighty smegma along the great flare, before she dared reaching forwards to reverently poke one of the terrible wounds in the side of his goliath shaft, breathless at the sight of the pestilent darkness that festered and boiled and bubbled within them: far from weakening him, they were laboratories of new greatness. Despite Thanathos and Cerberus's best efforts, each wound on his great body was not a bringer of death and decay, but rather a portent of new heights of invincible power, omens of greater strength, greater vitality, and greater virility as impossible as that sounded. Those wounds were filling up with new ruin that would spread over helpless worlds and completely consume and warp reality, savaging the hopeless prey unfortunate, no, lucky and privileged, enough to see his "weaknesses" obliterate the universe. Wounding him did not damage him. It doomed them all by making him even stronger.

"You knew I'd come, don't you...?" Persephone purred when she finally managed to swallow huge chunks of that black gunk, her throat visibly bulging around them, and Killer smirked and nodded, snorting in contempt at her. "I can smell a whore from miles away. Your eyes gave you away."

"Does it make me a whore to have fun with the best males I can find...? The strongest, the most virile, the best? I've never had a minute to spare for losers." Persephone easily replied, grinning teasingly, her perfect teeth stained black by his thick smegma as she slowly licked them, making his whole body flex with hunger and the urge to fuck the soul out of her. "You have been rather less selective in choosing your toys... does that make you a whore too? Everyone considers you a conqueror, and rightly so... and I'm a conqueror myself, just like you. You've always taken what you wanted from your toys... and I did the same with mine. Doesn't it sound like sheer male chauvinism to give it a negative connotation only when it is a woman that collects prey, huh...?"

She had a point, but Killer refused to admit it, and Persephone only shrugged with a wide smile, breathing: "But it is fine. I'm very happy to be your whore, your slut, your cumdump, whatever you wish of me... you can have it all. You already own it all, and Thanathos can only dream of this body." She sultrily swayed her hips, stroking her spectacular body, from her hips to her toned abs all the way to the great, huge breasts, amazingly firm and covered only by a flimsy lace kimono held closed by a little chain of gold. "For thousands of years that little loser has dreamt of this body, and pined for it, and worked for it... but his dick is as puny as his skullface is hideous, and I have no use for him."

"That poor bastard is doing all of this because of you! To please you! To shower you in gifts! To put you on the absolute throne of the universe... hoping that you will reward him with your favors!" Killer replied, his voice bitter but also hoarse, hungry, as she grinned with savage, merciless amusement. She disgusted him, but she also aroused him so much that he felt like electricity was running up his spine, causing his whole body to react, full of vigor and hunger.

"Yes, he is! He always was the cutest of losers..." Persephone easily replied, entertained by his contempt and pleased by his hunger, and she grinned while undoing the little golden chain, allowing the kimono to slid down her shoulders and fall to the floor, puddling around her feet. She stood before him, naked and beautiful, wearing only bracelets and jewels and open-toe, high-heeled sandals with thick belts that wrapped around her strong calves. "But this body was not made for losers." She spun on the spot, slowly, showing off the perfection of her curves and teasing him by bending forwards, shaking her perfect, beautiful buttocks in front of him... before backing slowly up until the heavy, majestic end of his shaft pressed down on her ass and ground its way forwards over her back, making her grunt in delight and awe as her spine bent under the goliath's weight, her legs spreading wide as he reached down to hungrily play with herself, fingers sliding up and down over blossomed, soaked labia. She moved back slowly, step after step, letting the great godcock settle heavily upon her spine, covering her from ass to top of her head and further past, the enormous shaft hanging heavily, dragged down by its own monstrous weight, and it throbbed slowly and majestically while smearing thick, dark and hypervirile cocksludge all over her back and caking it into her hair. She shuddered in delight as his smell surrounded her completely and his tremendous sizes dwarfed her, made her feel like a novel Atlas forced to carry the world on her shoulders, and she murred hungrily, craving more of him. More of everything; the more she gave in, the more she did to try and please him, the more she desired to be his, used, claimed, ruined by him in every possible way.

She wiggled her ass tantalizingly, pushing it up against the underside of his monstrous cock, and she grabbed her own knees with a grunt, amazed by how that anaconda of a godcock threatened to crush her with its tremendous mass. She twisted her upper body to turn around and gaze up at him past his fearsome girth of dark meat, but the huge male snorted steam from his nostrils and moved his hips so that his leviathan of a cock slapped roughly against her face, covering her features with a thick spurt of dark sludge erupting from the massive head, while his shaft dragged over her, making her tremble in terror. It really felt like some sort of enormous, impossible serpent was moving on her skin.

"What game are you playing, Persephone? Whatever it is that you hope to obtain from me, you won't get it." Killer growled, even though it took him a lot of effort to resist the call of her incandescent, leaking sex, and to ignore the unholy, incredibly intense arousal she awakened in him with her slutty movements and with the sheer intensity of her amber gaze.

"Oh, come on now, Lord Killer..." Persephone easily scolded, eagerly reaching up to grasp that slimy monster, squeezing into the behemoth cock and hungrily dragging her tongue up its vast side, teasing a thick vein and tasting the vile mixture of juices caked all over the colossal member. "I'm here to give you pleasure. To worship you, to serve you... to help you break free, even."

She dropped her offer of help as if it was the most natural and casual of things to say, and to show that she was serious she ducked out from under his immense shaft and straightened, turning around to playfully run her hands down the thick pole of Requiem Aeternam, wincing as the dark energy of the weapon angrily tore into her. "Thany and Cerby might believe those chains have a prayer against you, but I'm not that stupid. I bet that all I'd have to do would be to pull Requiem out... and you'd do the rest with ease. Am I wrong?" She playfully asked, her voice dripping with irony when she mentioned her husband and her scion, for which she seemed to have no kind of affection or loyalty. Killer, though, couldn't believe a word of what she said, because Persephone had worked all of her life to confuse, mislead and exploit others for her benefit. Clearly, in a way or another she intended to exploit him as well. She could never be trusted, and so Killer merely looked straight down into her eyes, gritting his fangs in complete silence.

"You don't believe me, do you...?" She asked, giving him a little smile, soft and tender, shaking her head a little and looking almost sincere, for once, so much so that he felt his resolve waver for a brief instant. "I suppose it isn't easy to trust me from where you stand... or at all." Persephone admitted, before grunting as she seized his behemoth cock in her hands and pushed downwards as hard as she could, grunting in delighted awe at the sheer strength it took to angle that monstrous beast of a cock downwards, just enough that she could spread her legs on either side of it and sit down on the immense shaft, her soaked lips slurping audibly on the mighty obsidian meat, slobbering out thick rivers of hot juice that her hands spread eagerly along several feet of that astounding, hypervirile column of meat. She grunted in surprise when the colossal pillar of flesh throbbed angrily and jumped up, effortlessly hefting her off the ground, her toes stretching as she slipped on the thick layer of dark sludge and did her best to tiptoe back to balance, while her eyes blazed with lust and awe at the hulking brute's body-breaking tower of obsidian flesh, so unbelievably still undiminished and harder than steel, even after days of horrendous torture.

"Fuck, what a beast... what a champion...!" Persephone breathed, slowly running her hands down the flanks of the titanic shaft while bucking her hips slowly, grinding her eager sex down into his veiny shaft and trembling in delight as it spread her sex wide, forced her legs to bend to accommodate his extreme girth, and her toes dangled in the air as the mighty member supported her whole weight like it was nothing. She smirked up at him, licking her lips hungrily as she let her beautiful eyes wander, and she had to throw her head back to take in the full mountain of god-muscle and raw sexual-savagery that loomed on her, only made more imposing by the absurd tangle of enchanted chains restraining him, each one crafted by a terrified god who had trembled and pissed himself in fear before the great dark beast. A kinky thrill ran down her spine as her eyes longingly traveled across the rippling expanse of muscle and pure power that made up the nightmarish beast's herculean chest. "My body does not lie, my Lord, my God..." The voluptuous goddess whispered, bucking her hips faster, grinding her sex along the top of his gargantuan monster-shaft until her whole form was wracked by violent spasms as she cried out in bliss as her hungry sex clenched and burst forth with great fountains of hot juice, the ambrosia rolling down his shaft in large rivulets that she hungrily ground into his dark flesh, using her orgasm juices to reverently wash his colossal cock. "I truly do adore you... and crave you... and want your ultimate power to crush the whole universe into helpless submission. "I'm truly willing to serve you in any and every way, and I will give you back your freedom, and help you exact revenge, and help you triumph over everything and everyone!"

"Then just pull the damn scythe out." Killer muttered, unwilling to play along with her teases, even though magma seemed to pump in his veins as his body throbbed with power and hunger, lust almost driving him insane as every little movement of her soft, tender labia along his shaft sent shivers of delight through his entire form. Persephone tilted her head to the side with a little smile, then gracefully pulled her legs up, grinning as her entire body weight failed to dip that monstrous, titanic black shaft even a hint of an inch, and she slowly spun around, grinding her soaked sex onto the hard, solid dark meat as she crawled along the endless cock until she could lean back against his chiseled abs and broad, mountain-like chest, running one hand up that indomitable wall of muscle until she could seize thick bangs of his dirty but still handsome mane, while dragging a finger down the pole of Requiem, her eyes glowing with such lustful, reckless hunger that he felt droplets of eager sweat running down his hulking form. They looked up at him with adoration, reflecting in the metallic blade and pole of Requiem Aeternam, teasing him, urging him on, and at the same time patronizing him somewhat as she easily replied: "Now, now, stud... I'm a slut, but I'm not stupid. If I set you free now, you'd rape me to bits and then proceed to walk all over this fortress, crushing it into dust along with every puny, lesser divinity that it contains. No... I cannot release you yet. There would be nothing in it for me." She stretched one long, beautiful leg, grinding her foot against the titanic member that effortlessly supported her, toes pressing teasingly into the diamond-hard flesh, until she let out a little cry of delight as her foot failed to reach the engorged, enraged, slobbering cockhead. "But I have lots to offer, and all of it is yours. You only have to take it." She added, and she slipped her fingers inside her ravenous sex, burying them deep inside her tight, clenching passage and drawing them out when they dripped with her juice, before reaching up to caress his lips, feeding him with that hot nectar.

Killer pulled his head back away from them, but the column of yellow crystal left him very little space and much as he tried to resist he craved that delicious liquid, thirsting for her as much as he thirsted for water after days of torture without any sustenance. The flavor of her nectar was heavenly, a true blessing after so much suffering and privations, and she slowly moved her hips, bending backwards to put her great, perfect breasts on display for him while slowly grinding into his titanic member, stretching one long, strong leg, then drawing her foot back while she stretched the other, running the sole of her boots teasingly along his monstrous length... before reaching down to undo her boots, letting them fall away so she could massage him, slowly and deliciously, with her bare feet. She slowly slid down his solid, mighty abs, arching her back and bending her neck so she could kiss each huge mountain of muscle and drag her tongue in the sweaty, dirty valleys of strength separating every great hill of muscle, and finally her toes wiggled against the corona of his cockhead, pushing and pulling, grinding, teasing.

"And when will you take Requiem out, then...?" Killer asked with a grunt, only half-interested in her answer, knowing all too well that her price was going to be way too high for him to ever accept.

"When I will have your love and loyalty, obviously. I will know when you are ready, trust me... I have experience." Persephone easily replied, smirking before scooping up a handful of thick gore and black gunk and smegma, sniffing its intimidating stench before she hungrily licked it up from her palm, chewing loudly on that dense, vile, hypervirile mixture. She half-lidded her eyes and leaned back coyly, showing off her gorgeous bust and her long, sumptuous legs. She flexed them for him, purring low in her throat as she stroked a hand slowly down the strong, bulging quads and calves... and although she was slender, almost scrawny compared to Alexis, she still had plenty of strength as well as incredible, addictive beauty. "You know it, males are... simple. Boys are always crawling their way over to me. And you know me: I'm greedy. You know the story: I made the kings of my era crawl right under my boot, and made them beg to be crushed into the mud. Then I did the same with the gods... with Thanny, of course, it was particularly easy. But you... you are a whole different thing! You are mighty, you are glorious. There is no chance of escape against such a tremendous power, so why shouldn't I try and enjoy it, look forwards to it?" She moaned loudly as her hips rocked against his goliath shaft, her whole body shuddering in delight as she ground her sex against his hot, steely member, gasping loudly in pleasure and need as she felt all those thick, big, pumping veins pushing arrogantly into her helpless passage. She shamelessly stuffed her mouth with handfuls of thick black gunk, tasting his absolute alpha masculinity and dominance, stroking helplessly over his massive cock, squeezing her hands along the base of his behemoth cock as she threw her head back and mouthed and kissed through the sweaty, musky, thick fur going down from his navel right to the groin.

"I like to win, Killer, and I will triumph this time too." She purred, grinning up at him and licking her lips slowly. "I have not one but at least three ways to victory: I can seduce you until you fall in love with me, until I'm the beginning and end of all of your thoughts, until your mind is full of me... Or I can tease you, and fuck you, and suck you off until I coax a proper load out of you. A real load, one of those almighty deluges of power that only your beloved girls get to experience. A load carrying all of your strength, so that the child is every bit as ultimate and absolute as his daddy." She paused, closing her eyes with a dreamy grin, think of what such a newborn would be capable of... before she sighed and added: "Or I can play the patient game and let Thanny and Cerby do all the dirty and dangerous job for me. They are sissy boys, but they have gotten this far and, eventually, they will find the secrets to your endless potential, to your infinite power... and when they do, I will take it all for myself. But by then you might be dead, and I'll have to create you anew... It won't be quite the same thing. You'll be an obedient little pet, for all your strength and power and giganormous cock." She smirked, leaning down against his immense shaft and grinding slowly into it as she continued: "That would be slow, frustrating at times, and I would not get to enjoy the full, true you. That would be very sad. Being patient, you see, is not my forte. I've had to be, of course, to get this far... but now I look at you and I gush juice out until my legs can't support me anymore, and I hate the idea of those two sissy boys getting to torture you even though they are less than fleas before your power. No, that is unfair. That is not how the universe works. Thanny and Cerby are not true Alphas. They never were and never will be. Even if they take away the genetic secrets to your power, they will never be able to replicate your spirit, your cruelty, your creativity, your obscene, merciless, cruel, crushing supremacy. I want true, limitless omnipotence, not a pale imitation... and only you are the true Alpha. The one and only." She paused, resting her hands on her firm abs as she rested upon his gigantic black shaft like it was a bed, her toes teasing the protruding corona of his cockhead and sweeping up large chunks of smegma as she eagerly ground her back into his hypervirile cockslime, smearing handfuls of his filth all over the front of her body, sniffing greedily up his potent, masculine stench, spreading her legs and showing off her beautiful, small sex, letting him see how her welcoming labia glistened with nectar, before she pushed up her groin and sunk her fingers inside her passage, pulling it wide open for him, letting him stare at that welcoming dark hole. "Can you imagine how many males have lost themselves in this infernal paradise...?" Persephone teasingly asked, playing slowly with herself, burying two fingers in, right down to the knuckles. "But you, you would lord this hole, and break it into a new, unique shape and size... and you know what? That's great! I've always liked to crush boys under my boots, but you... believe it or not, for you I'll be different. I cannot, and I don't want to rule you. Nobody can! You are the true, unmatched, almighty force of apocalypse, and I'd feel lucky and blessed to just play a role in unleashing your true might over the universe! Watch, my invincible god and master... see that I am not lying!" She exclaimed, her voice rising into a cry of bliss as her hips bucked wildly against the air and she fingered herself almost violently, trembling hard as she squirted great volleys of pearly juice, her chest heaving visibly as she panted and pushed her head against his abs, staring up at him with awe and wonder and bliss, her eyes sparkling as tears rolled down her cheeks at the thought of how lucky she was to be given the chance to just be in his corrupting, crushing, intoxicating presence, feeling nothing but hunger and adoration for that colossus. She purred like a loving pet, grinding herself back against the massive god behind her, shivering in pleasure as she licked her lips and helplessly rocked her hips, showering them both in hot nectar. "See what you do to me... see how wet and flushed you make me, like I was an inexperienced little virgin..." she grunted breathlessly as her intense orgasm subsided, but she was still high on sheer lust and her fingers continued to twist and gyrate and thrust inside her weakly clenching passage, feeling that another climax was already within easy reach. "I just want to be at your side, forever and ever, serving you, helping you, admiring you. Staring as you establish your supremacy over the universe and glorifying you as you grow stronger day after day. Thanny, Cerby, all your enemies and rivals... I'd love to help you crush them. You enjoy that, huh? But that would be the easy part... I can't even begin to imagine what it will be like to see your full power. I want to see the universe tremble and beg, I want to see you conquer all other worlds, make them yours... and I want to be there when you'll fuck proud queens and goddesses into nothing but whores, fucking them full of your seed, using and abusing them. I want to see if there is something,anything, that can provide you with a least a hint of challenge."

Her eyes flashed with lust and delight, and he could feel her nectar running down the sides of his immense shaft, her hands stroking and squeezing and just seeking contact with his herculean form as she grinned insanely, as if horrendously drugged... before he grunted as she filled his mind with images of her visions of the future. A dark, hellish future in which his will was absolute and unquestionable, where everything was darkness and ruin. His_darkness and his _ruin. A future in which hope had been raped out of existence by his sheer, utter omnipotence. A future in which little, puny worlds and their courageous gods still resisted, struggling to survive, to build houses and dreams... only because he allowed it for a little while. Only because he hadn't bothered to come for them yet, to claim them, to destroy them, because they amused him. None of them stood a chance, and soon or later their day always came, when the glorious Destroyer made a mockery of their efforts, crushing them under his toes, or his cock, or simply corrupting them until they betrayed everything they had dared hoping for. He had countless ways to play with their helpless existences and none of them could do anything about it. He could manifest himself in endless ways, and all he needed to do was bombard their planets with a drop of his sweat, or of his precum, and from nothing but his overabundant waste would emerge a handsome, perfect, powerful stud who only needed to flash a grin to corrupt an entire society, making their females crazy and obsessed to the point of fighting over who got to ride him first... before he made clear that he had more than enough cock to exhaust them all.

Or from his dark precum could emerge monstrous, bestial Horrors that would storm over entire worlds, invincible and invulnerable, laughing as missiles and shells bounced uselessly against their impenetrable hides as they ripped fortresses and battleships apart with their bare hands, walking all over their towns, squishing their battle tanks underfoot, devouring their divinities like candy, defiling and brutalizing their temples and their very ideals, raping and impregnating, spreading corruption and only ever getting stronger, greater and more terrible still.

The images were as terrible as they were arousing, and his gigantic cock throbbed hungrily as he saw black, incandescent, toxic oceans swallow continents and wash away towns as he took a piss over a helpless world; and his chest heaved with a hungry growl as he saw other planets shattered by the endless growth of hideous, mutant forests of massive, fleshy tentacles and vines and growths that were born out of his incandescent, toxic precum being blasted out in unholy, apocalyptic meteors that tore through space and smacked into planets hard enough to break them, blanketing their ancient faces under new oceans of hypervirility , drowning entire nations under that almighty cocksludge which corrupted, mutilated and forced to evolve and grow everything that wasn't devoured by the bestial parasites and god-dwarfing sperms that filled his endless, oozing essence.

"And that's just the sweat dripping off your cock... because I can't even imagine what you could do if you ever began to try...!" Persephone ravenously remarked, grinning widely as she exclaimed: "Your power is so great that my dreams fall short and my nightmares feel puny. I try hard to visualize your true glory, but...I'm just too small and weak and insignificant. My mind can't grasp the enormity of you... But I want to discover it, and learn of it, and bear witness to it. I want to think like you, be more like you... limitless!"

She purred and summoned a little jewel to her fingers, and Killer watched it float up from the discarded, ruined kimono that had been almost burned out of existence by his potent, aggressive cocksludge. It took him a moment to realize that it was actually a planet, and Persephone brought it up in front of her mouth and licked it teasingly, like it was just a piece of candy. "My hubby's first gift after he successfully stole some power out of you. He thought he could impress me with this... but I'm handing it back to you, the true owner of this and all worlds." She smirked and ground that little ball of world down over her rippling abs, using one finger to roll it onto her groin, before she teasingly slid it along her clit, then down the lips of her pussy, soaking it in her hot juices and half-lidding her eyes as she teased: "But I bet you've fucked a lot of worlds to death, haven't you? I bet it's boring child play to you by now... but still, I'd love to feel your cock ramming into me, and shattering that tiny little planet apart, and drowning what's left... let those big, fat sperms of yours crush and ruin everything that manages to survive and fill me up..."

Killer swallowed thickly, his body flexing and hulking muscles bulging with power and hunger as his whole form tensed up, and Persephone laughed and sat up on his tremendous girth, straddling the monstrous shaft as best she could and then leaning down with a purr, grinding her abs and her huge breasts into the almighty shaft. She smiled up to him as she pushed the doomed planet forwards, rolling it teasingly down the top of his immense shaft , then right into the almighty black smegma, grinning as entire continents were covered in that thick gunk, before she pulled it up, gently and carefully, not wanting to harm it in the slightest: that wasn't her duty. Her duty was to give it, to feed it all to her master and her God, as she slowly pushed it towards his mighty, universe-shattering cockhead, then pressed that tiny, meaningless planet, full of all those meaningless, screaming souls, into the gaping cockmaw, licking her lips as the doomed world immediately began to sizzle and smolder as his almighty precum rapidly melted it. "Fuck, this is beautiful..." She whispered, biting her lip as she pushed it in with the tip of one finger. The vast cockmaw was so large that she could have buried not one world, but a whole solar system without it ever touching the walls... But the puny planet had to squeeze past a bunch of titanic sperms that completely dwarfed it, and she pushed a bit harder to make it pass... and she shivered with a cry of bliss as the little ball of dirt broke into pieces, crumbling like a biscuit, crushed out of existence between those beastly sperms, ground to nothing between their powerful tails as they rushed out of his monstrous godcock. "Fuck, this is wild...! It won't even add to your smegma, it is too weak for any sign of it to survive..." She breathed, her whole body shivering with bliss, moaning softly out as she felt her juices bursting out of her sopping cunt, reaching out a hand to stroke that goliath shaft as the other half-grasped the head of the huge cock, so she could lean forwards and place her mouth against the huge member, her long tongue sliding out to push the last crumbles of planet deeper down into the depths of her God's mighty cock, where they melted away like snow under the scorching sun. "And that's armies, fortresses, families, hopes, gods, temples, dreams, prayers... all gone in just one instant, without ever having a chance."

Killer grunted in pleasure, biting his lower lip and attempting to contain his excitement, but the sight of her perfect ass and that soaked, delicious sex on full display, splayed before him, leaning onto his gigantic shaft, made it hard to resist, especially when she slurped obscenely on the cocksludge covering the fat head, drinking of the deluge of precum cascading out of him, while her tongue rolled around his cum-channel with wicked talent and all the experience of millennia spent using her beauty and body to conquer whatever she wanted. She pulled back with a gargle, loudly chocking on the tar-like precum, thick ropes and rivers of it running down the front of her body as she swallowed thickly, slurped, gargled, scooped handfuls of filth and male power up into her jaws, ravenous and bordering on the insane as she inhaled his scent with loud, obscene greed.

"I want to help you hurt, my God and Master! It's what I was meant to do. It's what I've always wanted... to have a big, powerful man to rule me and guide me and show me the way, and to terrorize and ruin and scare and hurt for him. I want to bring you whores and sluts and toys. I want to help you make those other little boys who call themselves men weep... at how powerful and godlike you are, at how they can never be like you, stud. I want to make the ones who think they're so big... see how small they are... I want to feed your darkness and bring you helpless little gods to watch as you destroy them, ruin them... and their worlds, and their families, and everything they treasure!"

Killer grunted hungrily at that offer, but he forced himself to deny her and resist to the temptation even as his enormous godcock throbbed hungrily, demanding further sacrifices, flexing powerfully and almost biting at the air, the great cockmaw clenching as it demanded more. "Persephone..." He began, but she looked up at him with a bright smile, her face beaming as she shivered visibly, looking ecstatic.

"Oh, please, say it again." She prayed, and Killer frowned, looking down at her with genuine surprise, saying nothing. "My name. Please, say it again."

He hesitated, wondering why that was so important and surprised by the way her eyes glowed with need and expectation. The pain in his body and his frustrated arousal made him more cruel than usual, so he kept her waiting... but then snorted and just muttered: "Persephone, you are not the first one who tries to seduce me and try to gain a place at my side on the throne. Alcana and Sekhmeth being the most notable. Do you really think you can do any better than them...?"

"Of course I do." The goddess easily replied, smiling up at him. Had he not known her history and had enough experience to recognize her true aims, he would have thought that the delight in her expression was entirely genuine. "I have never failed... and I didn't like most of the males I had to seduce. You? You I genuinely adore. I worship you. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. So, seducing you will be nothing but a delight." She paused, then slid down the side of his goliath cock and landed silently on her feet, looking up at him in adoration, both hands stroking down the immense member while she spread her legs wide, letting him admire her delicious sex as she chanted: "I am not worthy... I am so gifted by your touch, by being in your shadow... and to know you have tasted me, my master, I am not worthy! Thank you... I will give you everything. I have nothing worthy, but I will give you my world... and show you all the worlds I have seen, that I have touched. My power, my very being... all those who worship me... I will give them to you. I will lead them all to you, my god of gods, my king of kings..." She cried out, moaning loudly as she orgasmed yet again, unable to control herself as her body flexed and bucked before him, even though her hands never once ceased to massage and stroke his giant shaft. "And I will help you... with whatever you desire... no one will resist you, all will worship you, adore you, all will quake and tremble before your might... and if they won't grovel quickly enough, I will burn their worlds for you... I just wish Thanny wasn't completely useless, just so I'd have children of my own to pin down down to let you fuck them, rip them apart, break them beneath you... I will only smile as you crush my temples, my civilizations... I want you to. I want you to, because all I desire now is you, and your power, and your rule... I want to see everything else worship you... or be crushed beneath your foot... or your mighty balls, if they are lucky...I only want you to share your might and glory and perfection with me. I will always be a step beneath you. Greater than everything else... but still a zero to you."

"You want to be the Mistress of All." Killer amusedly said, grinning widely now as he shook his head slowly and conclusively remarked: "That's Alexis's role and spot. She is the one and only Mistress. And you can never dream to be anything even just remotely comparable."

"I will convince you otherwise." Persephone simply replied, smiling softly. "I'm good at the seduction game; you already love my body and, unlike Sekhmeth and Alcana, I have you pent up, blue balled, frustrated, in need of release and of the... touch of a good, slutty, bad girl."

"You'll better get to work quickly then." Killer taunted, smirking as he noted: "Surely we won't have much time before your husband returns."

"He will return, but he will leave again, too. And I will visit whenever the sissy boys are busy." Persephone easily replied, shrugging a bit and smiling as if that was the most natural of things. "I love it here... you've already made me cum more than any other male I ever had, and you literally didn't have to flick a finger for doing it. I will sneak in every time there is a chance for it."

"He will find out, eventually." Killer observed, matter-of-factly, but the beautiful female smirked and shrugged again, giving him an angelic smile accompanied by eyes that blazed with merciless, sick lust as she remarked: "It still wouldn't matter. Even if he found me burying my face between your ass cheeks, slurping away at your crack and screaming to the top of my lungs just how strong and superior you are, he'd still fall for the most pathetic apology. He'd fall for the most shameless of lies if it came from me. Oh, stud... believe me. I always get what I want from him. Always. In fact, I always get what I want from any and all males."

She ground herself against his enormous shaft, smearing more of his thick, potent cocksludge all over herself, rubbing it down her neck and all the way across her abs and down to her hungry sex. "Your scent will never wash away... and poor Thanathos will smell it, panic at it, and yet he'll tell himself that all is good, all is fine. Little sissy boy that he is, sometimes I almost have pity on him... Almost. He is so afraid that I'll dump him if he displeases me that he doesn't even dare asking, even when he smells sex and males on my skin." She laughed darkly, shaking her head slowly and looking down at her breasts as she pushed them together and smeared thick black gunk all over her nipples, drawing dark streaks across her entire cleavage.

Killer looked down at her with a mix of incredible, ferocious hunger and incredulous contempt, wondering just how much of a bitch she was to her husband, as well as of much of a slavish slut she could be for him. Even with what Thanathos had done to him, Killer almost felt some pity for him: he truly had fallen in love with the cruelest of mistresses.

"You despise me, don't you...?" Persephone quietly asked, and she gave him an enigmatic smile. For once, there was a hint of true regret in it, even though it vanished quickly. "I know you do. And nothing of what I could do would make your opinion of me improve. But I also know that the contempt is part of what makes you so aroused, so hard, so eager... You like how shameless, cruel and limitless your Persephone is, don't you...? The dirtiest of sluts, eager to serve you in any and all ways you can think of..."

She quivered before him, moaning softly as she breathed of his masculine, dirty stench, before nuzzling into his behemoth cock, licking over a festering wound, making him shudder in a mix of pleasure and revulsion as she lovingly kissed the infection, the hideous but powerful new life growing and developing as his body didn't just regenerate, but grew itself stronger, greater, simply better. She inhaled hungrily, drinking of his filthy stench and grinning as she slowly licked her way to a large, bulging pustule swelling in the middle of the ugly wound and which was nothing but a sign that his body was devouring the acid and the poison, feeding on the pestilence that they had used to torture him and only ensuring that it added even more to his evil, unfathomable perfection. She grinned up at him as she ground her features into that spectacular, dirty cock, slurping over the disgusting, great pustule like it was the most delicious of foods, drooling and gargling, slobbering as she wrapped her beautiful lips on it, kissing, suckling, tasting. "Thanathos believes I don't share his bed because of the skull-face thing. Because in stealing Azura's power he nearly killed himself and consumed much of his flesh right off his bones... But the little idiot does not understand. It is not the skull that puts me off. It's his weakness. No matter how much power he steals, he remains a loser at heart. Even now that he has absorbed power beyond description, stealing enough of your force to make old Elelyon look like a complete nonentity, he is still weak. He can't quite talk the talk, and certainly can't walk the walk. He is but a pale imitation of a real Alpha. He tries to copy you, but he just can't keep up."

She grinned widely, then opened her jaws and slowly took the pustule between her teeth, slurping on it still and groaning in pure, unadulterated delight when she squeezed and caused it to burst, sending that thick, infernal, pestilent dark pus flooding her mouth, only making her shudder hungrily as she swallowed thickly, greedily, sucking blood and that sick ooze, slurping it all up, chunky slime sticking to her teeth while goopy stuff leaked down onto her breasts. She stretched out her tongue, showing the thick mess in her mouth, then closed it and swallowed it all down in a series of thick, huge gulps, licking her teeth clean and finally opening her maws wide to let him see that she had not wasted any of his terrible, destructive gift. She hissed in pure delight even as glowing scars appeared in her neck as the pestilent gunk nearly burned through her flesh from the inside, and she breathlessly purred: "Even this... even a drop of this... it would completely mess up a planet... no, a whole galaxy... and I'm probably still thinking too small."

Killer did not reply, staring instead in a mix of violent delight and pure horror, half-delighted and half-disgusted, while his gigantic member throbbed with obscene, terrifying power and hunger.

"You are the Only. Every last fiber of your great form is power and dominance. You have an unfathomable depth of delicious arrogance, of cruelty and creativity in you, and even without thinking consciously about it, you are in charge. You make the rules. That's why you are so powerful, so limitless: you bend the rules until only one is left: that you are invincible and unmatched. Your enemies can only ever make you stronger. Poison? Ah! You'll make it part of your blood. Wounds? They only give your body an excuse to grow and harden even further..." Persephone breathed, and she kissed the underside of his cock with slavish adoration, letting herself fall to her knees in front of him as her whole body trembled with desire. She could barely think, barely control her movements as her body was wracked by bliss and lust and hunger and euphoria. She went down on all fours and crawled slowly towards one of his mighty paws, grinding into his leg like a loving pet while her hands began to stroke reverently over his ankle, then over the front of his foot, bloodied and infected around the massive, rusty stakes that had been hammered home through muscle and bone. "Cerberus, Thanathos, and all the other sissy boys who came here from all corners of the universe in the hope of stealing your power... they are all cheap and mundane. Boring. They don't even know what to do with a power like yours. They can't even begin to dream of it. They will only ever be pathetic imitations, and that's what truly disgusts me."

She buried her face against his foot, eagerly kissing, lapping, and sniffing at the filthy, infested wounds and at the accumulated sweat and grime. "I bet the little bitch asked you if the girls would still love and worship you now that you are wounded, bound and filthy. Didn't he...?"

Killer did not respond, but he couldn't restrain a hungry grunt of pleasure, his whole body tensing as her tongue eagerly explored the wound around the great stakes crudely pierced through his feet. "Yeah, thought so." Persephone easily commented, reading his body reaction. "Let this be the answer: fuck yes! We will always worship you. We will thank you for the honor of making your filth our sustenance. I will happily live of your thick stench, and it'll make me healthier and stronger than anything he could ever offer me." She was wild, out of control, obsessed and greedy, and she was not exaggerating one bit. Her voice dripped with intent and with need as she looked up at him with adoring, hungry eyes, whimpering as her body spasmed hard and erupted in another hot orgasm at his scent, at the sight of his mammoth shaft, at the sensation of his energy, his unmatched and absolute power. "Yes... there is no one else like you, and all I long for is to be in your presence, to watch you destroy, to entertain you, my God King, as but your humble servant and toy. To be by your side... your fuckmeat, your cumdump, your slut and slave. To worship you, to watch you burn and destroy entire universes, to help you, although I know you do not need help to do anything... and to feel you, to feel you control me, dominate me, make me yours, destroy me... and do anything you want with me. Because you are so far above, so very far above... and such power deserves all to bow to it, willingly or not. All I want is to be yours, to be beside you, to indulge you... and to give you what little pleasure my worthless body can..."

Killer arched his back with a growl of violent lust, his eyes burning in the dark with greedy, ferocious hunger as he yanked hard against his restraints, eager to grab that sultry, incredibly beautiful and seductive female that was filling him with need. With a furious roar Killer surged forward again, his whole body straining at his countless restraints...every bulging muscle on his hulking, enormous body taut and pronounced as he fought with every fiber of his being to break free and crush her like a meteor, eager to indulge in the fuck-storm of depraved acts he would savagely hammer down upon that tantalizing, limitless beauty.

She shivered in awe as one of the great stakes suddenly burst forwards, his foot nearly tearing free of the cruel cross of yellow crystal, rushing towards her, and she only groveled lower down into the filth, welcoming him as he arrogantly settled those great, powerful toes upon her head, crushing her face into the dirt as he slowly, leisurely twisted his foot on the spot, like he was shutting a cigarette butt, growling: "I'll put you on a chain leash and have you crawl for the rest of your life. I'll have your worthless cunt drooling your need right in front of me. I'll have you licking clean the ground upon which I walk, and your slutty hole will cover that same ground with your whore-juice. I'll parade you around like the bitch you are."

She whimpered and groaned loudly, shivering on the ground as her body quaked beneath his foot, her hips bucking weakly at the air before her juices squirted out of her cunt once more, making her cry in a mix of ecstasy, pain and delicious shame as he so easily made a mockery of her legendary prowess, breaking her with orgasm after helpless orgasm. She greedily licked the sole of his foot, reaching up and stroking at it slowly, almost urging it to press down harder as she nods as best she can, gasping softly: "Yes... yes, anything for you, my God... because to even be seen with you is an honor, to lick the ground you walked upon would be a treat... to be seen by all as yours... even though I am worthless meat, that would make me the greatest and luckiest of all beings crawling in your shadow. To be yours is to be everything... I know my place. It is beneath you, it is serving you... and oh, I am nothing before you, absolutely nothing, so I can only thank you, my God, thank you so much for touching this filth, for noticing me, for letting me serve you, God of Gods..."

He grunted in contempt and dragged his foot backwards, grinding her face-first into the floor completely inundated by his onyx, toxic, corruptive, hypermasculine produce, grinning as she cried out in pain and bliss, before gurgling loudly on the stuff as it nearly drowned her. He kicked her away, shoving her hard behind him, snorting steam from his nostrils, and he didn't need to say a word. His order was plenty clear already, and she slowly pulled herself up, moaning in ecstasy as she looked up at the large breach in the column of crystal, licking her lips at the sight of his muscular back, his solid buttocks, his heavy, enormous testicles hanging down low, ponderous and magnificent, two hypervirile moons that made her tremble in fear and anticipation. Gunk was still leaking out of his tailhole, even though most of the damage that Melissa and Shanique had caused was already gone, repaired and regenerated by his proud, perfect body.

She needed no encouragement, and immediately nuzzled against his majestic quads, rubbing her cheek against the hard muscle before reverently kissing it, moving towards one of the dried rivulets of gunk left by the two herms. Without hesitation, she began to lick it all up, cleaning him, erasing inch after inch of dark filth, and as she bent forwards to begin from the bottom of the elongated stains, her gaze moved up the muscular, powerful legs on both sides of her before she gaped as she looked straight up at the gigantic, impossible testicles of the liger, instinctively shrinking away from them, staring in fear as those arrogant, dominant balls dwarfed her, like planets above a bug. That's how she felt: she was nothing but dust under the titan.

The sight overwhelmed her, the goddess unable to repress a shiver in front of that display of supreme maleness... and she realized with shock, after a long moment of staring, that she was instinctively moving towards the huge balls, licking her way upwards while her nostrils flared wide as she greedily drank of the intoxicating, potent scent of the god, a thick, rich musk of virility that was bitter like brimstone and terribly addictive, strong as it was. Tears filled her eyes with how potent the thick scent was in there, and it only got stronger and stronger the closer she went to those majestic sperm-tanks... she couldn't breathe, the scent feeling so thick and brutal that it was like trying to inhale dense, hot tar... yet she eagerly did just that, desperately trying to take in more of that delicious essence, choking on it, coughing violently and rasping as she moved closer to get even more of that scent, to get into a better spot, to get one inch closer to the immense balls looming above, ready to crush her out of existence. Her body shuddered hard, painfully aroused by the massive difference in power between her and Killer; between him and everyone else. For a long while she had hated him with a passion, since he was an enormous stumbling block that blocked her plans of domination. But he had filled her dreams, her nightmares and fantasies, tormenting her every night and every day, when she was sleeping and when she was awake. She had shared that terror with Cerberus: just like her much younger scion, she had been tormented by the thought that Killer might just come for them before they were ready, and make a mockery of them, their kingdoms, their armies, their aspirations and dreams. She had awakened screaming on countless nights, her mind pounding as it filled with images of his hulking form towering to the stars, limitless and invincible, as he laughed of their pitiful, hopeless defences and just pissed decades of work into complete ruin.

It was such a fearsomely glorious image to witness that the nightmares had turned into dreams, into welcome images that she had spent countless hours fingering herself to. The fear had started to only add to her pleasure. The pain had begun to feel like a desirable; no, indispensable part of her lust. He was a male of such enormous might that she felt compelled to worship him, her eyes staring at the strong, broad back of his dominator before she whimpered and leaned in, smelling the hot, potent scent of crotch and male sweat as she moved under the liger's tail, which was still crudely wrapped around his wrist and pinned in place by long, ugly nails and stakes. Even with his tail broken and nailed into his own flesh, he still looked like nothing but a winner. Everything about him was power and dominance, even in his current conditions... and Persephone had see how broken and ruined Melissa and Shanique were when they had been dragged out of the prison block. Two ruined, bulging, devastated heaps of bloody meat, smelling of him and leaking his thick, almighty black cocksludge from every wound and every hole. He had turned the table on the two inquisitors in such a spectacular way that none of the two herms would have survived had Cerberus and Thanathos not rushed inside with a heavy escort to put an end to the massacre.

She was so addicted to him that she had long learned to "listen" to his monstrous, rampant energy signature. She could sense her tyrant titan's presence from miles away and she was almost painfully aware of his power growing, of his hungers changing during the day. Her loins burned whenever he was hungry. Her sex cried hot nectar whenever he was aroused. She had felt it very clearly when he had started ruining the Inquisitors. She had locked herself up in her apartment and had helplessly played with herself for hours, masturbating to exhaustion, unable to stop, her hips bucking as she felt like he was physically ramming into her and not into Melissa. She was utterly, completely, helplessly his. She had lost count of her orgasms, and had literally ripped a couple of cushions to shreds, biting into them to muffle her howls of ecstasy while her mind filed with images of his ferocious strength at work on those stupid girls that had dared challenging him. They were images out of a horror movie, out of a nightmare, and should have terrified and sickened her, but instead had filled her with nothing but ecstasy and need as she admired his spectacular body doing the things it did best, admiring his prowess and his ferocity... it had driven her wild.

Could she be biased, though? How was she supposed to resist the sight of her God, of her nightmarish overlord flexing his muscles and unleashing his power to ruin, destroy and annihilate everything that stood in his path? He was the only true god, the only true titan and she couldn't resist. She didn't want to. Screaming in ecstasy and singing his praises to the heavens was the only right thing to do. The only thing that gave meaning to her existence. She was his slut, his meat, his toy, his slave. And she had long accepted that it was exactly what she wanted to be, a piece of meat for him to fuck, break, use and abuse, and that he could toss onto the world as a weapon, or as an attractive bait that would draw to him new, fresh meat and new sacrifices, new slaves for him to claim.

Her eyes closed and her nostrils flared wide at the bitter, amazing strength of the rich, thick scent of the huge male, trembling at the awareness that it was even more potent and delicious than she had dreamed, and repressing a shiver of cruel pleasure at the thought that Thanathos and Cerberus were never, never, never going to have such a potent, virile smell, and smirking in evil entertainment at the thought that they probably realized it and couldn't help but be glad for it. Killer's presence carried a crushing weight and nobody was immune: the reason why Thanathos and Cerberus had to frequently interrupt their time in the liger's cell was that they too were far from resilient to the power and domination he radiated. They had to take breaks whenever they felt that their bodies and minds had gotten enough of a punishment, and she had seen how shocked and trembling they were when it happened. They walked out tormented by the awareness of their inferiority and plagued by slavish desire to surrender to him and be done with what was clearly a hopeless, pitiful struggle against a power too much greater than them... She had been very tempted to try and lock them inside somehow, to see them be wrecked, emasculated and broken without Killer ever needing to touch them with one finger, but there was no way for her to get past the veritable army of alien gods, mutants and RA soldiers.

Persephone was in love with Killer, with his obscene power, with his being truly Alpha, truly absolute, truly limitless. But in her arrogance, she trusted in her own seduction and was convinced that she could just keep him happy and hungry for more of her, so that he'd allow her to stand at his side, elevating her over everything and everyone else. She deluded herself thinking that she could indirectly control him, even boss him, like she had always done with every other boy she had taken an interest into.

Killer had no intention of letting her get away with it, naturally, and when he felt her hot breath washing over his asscheeks he arched his back and moved his hips backwards as hard as he could, rattling the cross of crystal and sending his colossal balls smacking heavily into her face, roughly crushing her, burying her face against the enormous, colossal sperm-thanks as they thrummed with the endless load inside, while he ground back into her face and smeared his musky, masculine sweat all over her features, marking her with brutal, conquering force, before moving again, urging her move her head back, until her muzzle pushed between the firm, muscular buttocks, and she eagerly nuzzled into the reeking crack of his ass. She licked her way up to his tailhole, lapping slowly and reverently into his powerful body, cleaning it from the accumulated filth left behind by the Inquisitors that had violated him, and she breathed hungrily, loving how even the sweaty stench there was pure masculinity and power. Persephone moaned as she mouthed into the muscular hole hungrily, tongue sliding eagerly across his crack before licking that fat ring of black flesh, gasping out: "Thank you, Master... I'll make it good for you, I promise... I'll reward your generosity..."

"You are my dirty whore, my filthy urinal." Killer snarled, hating her and loving her at the same time, hulking muscles flexing and bulging with vicious delight as she kissed and slurped on his tight asshole, licking it clean, grinding her features under his tail, greedily inhaling his amazingly potent musk.

"Yes, I am... I am... I will be whatever you want me to be." Persephone purred, and Killer hated the absurd, violent hunger that filled his body every time she breathed in that adoring, slavish, needy tone. It made his gigantic cock throb and jump upwards with amazing force, blasting out a titanic wad of black precum that smacked the wall hard enough to make it tremble, the whole room resounding with the wet, huge, thunderous thwack. Killer snarled, arching his back and gritting his fangs as she squeezed into his muscular cheeks and gently spread them just so she could push all the more ravenously into the muscular ring, her tongue rolling all over it, pushing, seeking out every remaining piece of filth, nuzzling into his tailhole until her tongue slipped inside, twisting and rolling around.

Killer snorted steam out of his nostrils, closing his eyes in a mix of pleasure and rage. She was ravenous, she was beautiful, she was limitless and she was married to his enemy. That combination was wild, and dangerous. She was worse than a Succubus, worse ever than a Passion, able to overwhelm him with sheer, brutal lust and hunger, especially now that he came from days of semi-abstinence and of constant torture. It was hard to resist to her charm, it was hard to resist her poison of lust and deny her... and he wanted to indulge, gods how he wanted to just use and abuse her... but he had to resist. He had to keep her out of his mind. I need to... put her to the test... ugh. Fuck, no. Deter her. I need to drive her back... He grunted as she sloppily kissed his tailhole, before dragging her tongue slowly and lovingly over it, teasing him by pushing the tip in, and he flexed his hulking form, forcing it to work hard, trying to make his regeneration progress faster, and demanding it to cleanse him from the vast variety of poisons and acids that his tormentors had injected into him in the past few days in their search for new ways to put him through hell.

He grinned in evil amusement as he felt those venoms drained out of his system and he prepared to dump them out by doing something that had pretty vanished from his life ever since he had ascended to godhood and left behind the flaws of mortality. He smirked and licked his lips as he felt that mass of sick, infected waste moving down his guts, and he licked his lips as he prepared to enjoy one of very few acts of worship that he didn't get multiple times per day. As she hungrily kissed that fat tailhole, mouthing, nuzzling into it, inhaling his stink: he laughed as he flexed his ass and thundered out a disgusting, wet fart across her features, drowning her in a stench that was virile, but also sick, terribly potent as her face was covered in droplets of mixed poisons and other cruel substances, making her gasp and shudder, flinching instinctively for a moment... before she let out a long, drawn-out moan that was almost unadulterated bliss, her hands squeezing adoringly into his colossal balls as she ground her face into his ass all the harder, panting between an eager lick and another.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you...!" Persephone began to chant, again licking the muscular ring clean, only moaning louder as she felt it flex and stretch around the incoming pile of waste, wrapping her lips around his black tailhole and beginning to urgently suck on it. "You are a worthless piece of meat, a cheap fuckhole, and unworthy of me... just like everything else, you are weak and pathetic." The huge male hungrily snarled, enjoying her eager worship as he ground his ass down on her face, only wishing he had at least one arm free to stroked his immense shaft and pushing back as best he could to smother her face into the heavy, wrinkled flesh of his sack, smashing his huge balls against her face as the titanic sperm tanks rested heavily on top of her breasts, dwarfing them and crushing them painfully under their tremendous mass and weight. "You don't even deserve to eat my shit." Killer growled, and the goddess nodded without hesitation, kissing his ass gently before she replied: "It's true, it's an honor I don't deserve... but say a word, my God, and I'll be elevated. Show me your generosity... allow me to at least eat it off the ground!" She begged, and Killer grunted with a shiver of vicious lust at the note of sheer craving and desperate pleading in her voice. He considered ordering her to do just that, but he would not be able to turn around enough to see it happen, so he instead snarled in a mix of pleasure and rage at her monstrous, disgusting eagerness, before blasting out another hot fart, making her cough as her nose filled with the stench and filth, her eyes watering and tears rolling down her cheeks as she amazingly forced them to stay wide open, to admire the flexing of his muscular ring. "Open wide, whore!" He commanded, and she let out a short but loud cry of what could only be described as happiness, pushing her open lips against his ass just as his large tailhole flexed above her and unleashed a thick wash of dark, disgusting, chunky fluid that was more poison than anything else. He laughed cruelly as he felt the stinking liquid filling her mouth, choking her, washing over her face and body, splattering over her features and raining down on her prodigious breasts. There was something delicious in literally shitting contemptuously over the otherworldly beauty of the goddess that Thanathos had venerated and adored for all his life. She had never allowed Thanathos to so much as touch her with a finger, and here she was, ravenously attempting to swallow down Killer's crap, filled with all the precious poisons and acids that Thanathos had been so eager to inject and pour into the liger's organism. "Don't you dare wasting my gift!" Killer mocked, and Persephone shivered and loudly gulped down a huge mouthful, her hands doing what they could to scoop up the dark streams of fluids gushing down her cleavage and rushing down the slopes of her enormous breasts, pushing that sick stuff back towards her mouth, before heavy, thick, disgusting logs of shit hailed down, like massive meteors from the sky that splattered over her face and onto her breasts, then quickly crammed her mouth full as she opened her jaws even further, the bone creaking audibly as she desperately tried to take it all even though it violently filled her throat, stretching her neck outwards.

She choked loudly, the sound thick and "solid", making him grin viciously as he threw his head back with a low growl of pure pleasure, closing his eyes to savor the loud, obscene sounds and to imagine the tears running down her cheeks as she began to chew on it, barely able to with how girthy and solid the chunks were, while more of the stuff inexorably spilled down onto her breasts, staining her legendary beauty and making a mockery of the haughty, manipulative and dominant mistress that history remembered her for.

She chewed and gulped thickly, audibly, forcing her face up despite the disgusting punishment, opening her mouth as wide as she could and pushing back against the deluge, her whole strong, spectacular body shuddering and spasming under the horrendous avalanche. The hulking god growled in amusement and delight as he ground down into her face, listening as she choked and gargled, feeling her body spasming and trembling hard between his mighty legs... but he was half-delighted and half-horrified by the fact that Persephone still reached up to worshipfully fondle his titanic balls and then to massage and rewards his hard buttocks, holding onto her Master's ass, clutching into it even as she wretched, poisonous gunk and other fluids and solid chunks leaking out of the sides of her jaws as she struggles to contain everything she can in her mouth and even more so struggled to swallow quickly enough to keep up.

When the crushing storm of shit abated to a trickle of gunk, she gulped down the thick stuff clogging her mouth and loudly slurped all over her filthy lips, cleaning them up as best as possible, producing an obscene cacophony of gurgling sounds as she fought to swallow the thick shit that didn't just fill but also stretch-out her throat, that fell and dangled from her lips and that leaked out of her mouth and splattered across her splendid breasts and down on her beautiful body. And despite the stench and the awfulness of it, he could smell her excitement and almost taste the juices that kept dribbling out of her, her chest heaving and her hips bucking against the air as she squirted out her delight and loudly, greedily breathed in the overwhelming smell. He grinned as he heard the choking, the gurgling, the struggle as her tongue slurped through that mass and helped force it down before cleaning her lips, until she finally pushed up again and hungrily worked her mouth against the dirty asshole, lapping it clean, licking it in adoration, washing it down with her drool, and he grinned as she ground her face in his musky crack, making him lick his lips as his ears filled with the music-like cacophony of her chewing and swallowing and choking and struggling and gargling while she so hungrily mouthed into his tailhole, until he rumbled: "Good bitch. Clean it all up... much of that stuff is poison that your hubby thought could make me suffer. I'm sending it all back to him."

"I'll make sure to give him a kiss, then." Persephone promised, her voice rough and broken but her eagerness and hunger undaunted. If anything, she sounded all the more ravenous and Killer couldn't help but feel his own lust skyrocket because of it, until he growled: "Come around, you aren't done."

She eagerly went down on all fours and walked around the cross, returning in front of him, letting him see her body caked in filth, smeared in his shit. She was beautiful, even in such awful conditions, and she gazed up at him with a gaze of... almost innocence, even though he knew that Persephone was never innocent and had probably never been in her whole life. She shivered visibly, playing quietly with her leaking sex while staring helplessly up at him in awe, drooling a bit as she ground her thighs together needingly, gasping: "Y-Yes, Master... all for you, all for just a drop of your cum, a taste of your piss... I'd kill just to be buried beneath your balls, just to be marked by your scent, my Master, my god..."

"Open your slutty mouth wide." Killer commanded, and she licked her lips hungrily before doing exactly as he ordered, moving up until the monstrous, gigantic cockhead slapped roughly into her face, bruising her cheek and making her grunt in hunger and delight. He snorted inwardly at having his arms bound and staked against the cross of crystal, but the goddess eagerly took the matter in her own hands, grasping the slimy, goliath shaft and angling it down a bit, squeezing into the behemoth cock and guiding it hungrily to her jaws. Her mouth opened as wide as they could and her tongue stretched out in welcome, cradling the monstrous member as she attempted to take that fat, massive head into her jaws even as it flooded her mouth with the endless flow of thick, potent, dense precum... and the dark god growled hungrily and brutally rammed forwards with his hips the moment he felt her mouthing onto the huge head. Her eyes bulged as the massive godcock tore forwards, the fearsome girth thrusting her bones out of shape and forcing her entire lower jaw to shift and almost to shatter as he grunted and plowed forwards, forcing that disgusting clog of shit, precum and filth down into her throat, ramming it down her neck as he thrusts his monstrous member down her jaws. The goddess gurgled helplessly as the monstrous God of God's massive cock bulldozed it way down into her maw, her eyes rolling in her head as she rattled helplessly around the devastating girth, gagging and choking violently... and he grinned widely before unleashing a thick jet of incandescent, acid piss, flooding her mouth and throwing his head back with a grin as she choked and moaned and gargled, eyes watering in pain as that vile, incandescent fluid burned the flesh almost off her bones, as the flood met the hard cork of shit and mixed with it, shoved it down into her stomach, as the whole world seemed to turn into a yellow ocean that had the mighty, incredible stench of pure, unmatched masculine power. It was agonizing and torturing, because the potent fluid was hot and acidic, destructive, consuming everything it touched, making her skin burn and sizzle as the excess fluid burst out around his enormous girth as she failed to contain the deluge, and she then choked hard as even more of the stuff erupted out of her nostrils, until they violently clogged shut because of the endless horde of gigantic excess sperms that filled his piss. They got stuck in her nostrils because they were literally too big to squeeze through, and she could feel each one violently moving, pushing, bulldozing its way inside her, their spiked tails brutalizing her with surprising, monstrous force. They were the sperms that his body dumped because they were not as large, powerful and deadly as they could be and were thus considered a waste of precious storage space... but that was in relation to his overkill, above-godlike standards. The smallest of those rejected sperms had the power of a fertility god all by itself.

After more than a full minute, the deluge still continued, filling her up absurdly, swelling her stomach, drowning her in thick, hypervirile waste, and Killer grinned and only rammed forwards even harder, sending her stumbling helplessly backwards. "Brace yourself, you whore! Don't make me run after your worthless carcass!" Killer mercilessly snarled, and she did her best to steady herself even as he slammed forwards with even greater force, making her shattered mouth bleed as his colossal girth broke deeper inside her, and he laughed as she helplessly gargled, then vomited around that monstrosity as it stretched out her throat and visibly flexed within her, growing even bigger and unleashing a jet of piss and precum with such cannonfire force that she thought it would tear right through her. She choked on her own vomit as the piss crushed it back down, the golden, stinking fluid rushing out of every hole, with such violence that it looked like her head would explode as she helplessly retched up around that great pillar of meat clogging her throat shut, the huge male laughing as a deluge of piss stained with vomit, blood and thick precum and shit spurted out from her mouth and nostrils, her eyes bulging out and staring at him pleadingly... only adding to his merciless delight, encouraging the brutal titan to ram forwards again, burying his colossal member deeper and then beginning to make short, vicious thrusts that demolished her insides and caused her to helplessly vomit again, eyes rolling back in her skull as her hands convulsively squeezed into the godlike shaft, helplessly stroking, grasping, punching at that almighty tower of black meat that was tearing down her stretched-out throat.

The colossal cock throbbed ferociously inside her, still swelling even larger, still growing even longer, hardening up even further, and she shuddered helplessly as thick, cruel ridges swelled into being on that diamond-hard shaft, thick barbs and conical spikes pushing outwards and spearing in her flesh as he thrust forwards again, grinning widely as the humongous cock tore into her stomach as it stiffened and grew, piling up another few feet of astounding immensity as it grew towards his full glory. Her cheeks burned red for lack of oxygen and for pure shame as she twitched uncontrollably and vomited around his tremendous girth, making him chuckle quietly as he used his tremendous strength to effortlessly fuck his way through her body's hopeless defences. The flexing of her throat muscles as she gagged and coughed was heavenly, adding to his pleasure as he closed his eyes and listened to that wet, sick cacophony of gurgling and gasping and coughing, loud and intense enough to fill any whore with shame and fear.

She forced her eyes open, looking up apologetically for vomiting on his hard black meat, but the huge male looked down at her with amusement, grinning as what was left of her make-up, already smeared all over her face by his sweat and shit, was completely destroyed and leaked down her cheeks, washed away by tears, thick precum and vomit and drool, her face looking obscene, covered in such godly amounts of thick sludge that it looked like she had been gang-raped by a thousand demons... but he was infinitely stronger than a thousand demons, actually, and he had barely gotten started; barely got the fat, huge head and a hint of the monstrous shaft inside her. "You should see your face now..." Killer teased, grinning widely and flexing his enormous, hulking musculature, looming over her like a mountain, making her stare upwards like a deer caught in the headlights. "Indeed, your poor husband should see it. Bet he'd jerk his little dick to this until it is all spent and soft and useless."

Killer loved to have a public, and nothing was more enjoyable than having a cowering, trembling husband staring in horror and fear and awe and guilty lust, drooling like an animal and rock hard despite the shame as they watched their wife be ruined upon his gigantic shaft. He remembered well how scared and furious Thanathos had been when he had caught him staring at Persephone the first time they had "met"... and he licked his maw with a snort of entertainment. A part of Thanathos was terrified that Persephone might betray him... indeed, he was probably painfully conscious of how ravenous and unfaithful she was; he just lied to himself about it and pretended not to see. Killer was tempted to invade his mind and let him see how much of a whore Persephone was for a real male... but he only chuckled quickly and turned his eyes back down to the tigress, watching as she drowned in thick precum, fountains of the rich fluid erupting out of her stretched-out nostrils, forcing out around the stuck sperms, huge and monstrous, well visible in her deformed, bleeding nose as they tried to bulldoze their way through, while countless others filled her throat and stomach up in a monstrous way, making her whole body bulge, her beauty so easily and quickly ruined and humiliated, her form stained with his shit and stinking of him while she choked violently on his filthy, not-even-fully-hard-yet godcock, blowing bubbles in the thick stuff as she attempted to breathe in some air.

Again he tried to tear his arms free, wanting to seize her little head and keep her in place to fuck her properly, but the new stakes were buried so deeply into the crystal and were so rough on his bloodied flesh that he only grunted in frustration and pain and rammed his hips forwards all the harder, thrusting down into her creaking jaws, through the precum the vomit, the drool, the blood and the half-eaten shit that washed out of her mouth whenever he tore his huge girth backwards, giving some space for the thick mess to overflow and yanking out some chunks, including bloody pieces of her stomach, stuck between the thick barbs and spikes or smeared violently onto the huge ridges. He carelessly began to pound her face, grinning widely as she helplessly scooped handfuls of thick mess out of her eyes, desperately trying to keep them open to stare in slavish, shocked adoration up at him even as his colossal member smashed down into her stomach, causing her ribcage to visibly bulge outwards, before drawing up ruin and blood and piss and shit and vomit, forcing his precum to wash up in huge waves from her punished stomach, her eyes devoid of intelligence but rich of insane pleasure as she was brutally used, drool leaking from her muzzle as she was turned into a useless fuckdoll impaled on his colossal girth.

He grinned, and Persephone trembled under his lazy yet unstoppable, overwhelming assault, her body bulging obscenely as she trembled and gurgled, broken and helpless, her eyes open wide even when salty seminal fluid flooded into them, her mind overwhelmed with his potency, his presence, his strength, his handsome figure looming over her, making her terrified and excited all at once. His almighty, masculine stench pervaded her nose, her ears echoed with the wet, squelching sound of that monstrous girth violating her body again and again and again as he angled his mighty pistons downwards and she responded almost as if in a trance, crawling forwards on her knees and throwing her head backwards, looking straight up at his colossal balls now, at those mighty moons of hypervirility as she helped him angle his monstrous shaft to pile-drive mercilessly in and out of her ruined, disgraced face dripping in vile mixture of substances that all smelled overwhelmingly of him, Him, nothing but Him.

His enormous balls smashed down on her like hammers, bruising her breasts, almost breaking her muzzle whenever he rammed downwards as he moved harder, faster, rougher, his ravenous strength simply terrifying as she supported herself as best she could, shuddering hard while he bruised her face, tore her muzzle apart, cracked her jaw, pounded her skull with his swinging, enormous testicles. The beast, the devil, the god, the _monster_was clearly only interested in his pleasure and entertainment and he used her body for exactly that and nothing else, throwing his head back with a growl as her whole body bulged out of shape, crammed full of his cock as it slowly, arrogantly hardened, thickened, grew even greater as she chocked hard, gagged, coughed, her eyes burning with adoration and need as she struggled to clean her eyes while at the same time stroking and jerking on his slimy, sweaty, glorious shaft, at the great length of him that just couldn't fit down her gullet, as his monstrous cockhead punched filth, shit and fantastic amounts of thick, hypervirile precum into a stomach that was already almost bursting, horribly full and punched out in the shape of his cock, destroying the beauty and harmony of her body. Persephone did her best to keep up, even though the furious rhythm of his pistons threw her out of balance, out of time, hammering her to submission, crushing her painfully against the ground as her spine bent and ached. Still, she revealed how much of a goddess of lust she had become, as her tongue teased him in ways that were impossible, supernatural. Her long, flexible tongue coiled several times around the thick cock, cradling it and milking it at the same time, moving in spirals, licking up and down, her sharp teeth teasing his hard, invincible flesh as she sucked greedily, hard enough to literally consume the dick of a lesser male... hard enough to suck the life force out of them, worse than any Succubus ever could.

He didn't just flow her with precum and piss, no... she could taste his energy, wonderful, burning, vast and potent, flowing into her in waves, contained in amazing amounts in every last drop of sweat, in every molecule of his thick precum. It was amazing, and she greedily drank of it, feeling his force pumping in her veins, making her better, stronger, giving her more energy than she had ever had... and yet, she knew that all that was no more than a hint, an anticipation of his real life force. She trembled in ecstasy at that awareness, trying to imagine the full extent of his tremendous, limitless power, and she moaned loudly around the huge member, sucking harder, greedily trying to suck some of that energy out of him, working herself faster, moving up and down, squatting as best she could to meet his mighty thrusts, sucking on the huge cock with all the strength she could find. But no matter how she tried, she crashed against a wall as solid as his abs, which repealed her and made her choke "only" on his thick, hot, throbbing mass of steel-harder flesh, so hard and strong, itself filled with an energy so thick and powerful that it made her shiver in awe and delight, as she worked herself faster, pushing up and down, her breasts bouncing with the force of her movements along the male's monstrous length.

And Killer snarled hungrily, bowing his head forwards to look down at her in a mix of amusement and rage, all too aware of what she was trying to do and reminded because of it that he could never, never trust her promises. No matter how she worshipped him, no matter how much she needed and craved him... she was still trying to force him into making her the queen of all. If not his equal, then something that would lord over everyone else... something which would indirectly own and lord his life, pushing away Alexis and all the others that he truly loved.

One of her hands fondled a huge, ponderous testicle, massaging the mighty orb while her other pushed longingly up over his groin, gripping into the curly, thick hair there before stroking and forcefully squeezing over his mighty, chiseled abs, leaving him pleasantly surprised at how much of a punishment she could take while still hungrily slamming her head, no, her whole body up and down along the gigantic shaft with a look of slavish joy, of pure bliss, which went beyond ecstasy and lust.

She was dangerous and he couldn't afford to undervalue her abilities and charm... but at least she was good, and as her tongue rolled around his enormous girth, he hissed in approval, her throat flexing and convulsing, massaging against his hard shaft as it stiffened and hardened up fully. He began to thrust harder, massive testicles smashing into her with punishing force as he felt an orgasm rapidly building up, his body burning with hunger after the long frustration of those days of torture, which Shanique and Melissa had been nowhere near enough to rebalance.

He was horribly tempted to let go, to just indulge and unleash all of his virile power and vigor, his body burning and roaring, clamoring for it... but his mind was still lucid enough to remember that she wanted, craved his true seed, the one that carried the secrets to his powers, to his abilities... that semen that he had only ever shared with Alexis, and that only once they had allowed to take root... Persephone could not have that, and so he snarled in a mix of pleasure and frustration, rage at having to contain himself when all he craved was a good vent. He arched his back and roared out that mix of feelings, ramming her with enough force that the floor of concrete and mutant flesh beneath her trembled and cracked, her feet sinking into it as she was slammed backwards by the monstrous force of the colossal load of cum that he finally erupted into her maw. Persephone groaned in delight and triumph, savoring the immense, indescribable intensity of the energy that pervaded every drop of that ultra-thick, omnivirile essence... but almost immediately, her enthusiasm was dampened as she realized that, as impressive as that force was, it was nothing in comparison to the true thing. He was denying her, he was resisting, and as more and more and more thick cum shot into her ruined body, as he rammed into her again and again, snarling like a feral beast and pounding her face with enough force to kill a lesser goddess, she realized that he was using and abusing her. She was his cumdump, nothing more.

That awareness offended her, but at the same time made her moan and squeal in glory and delight, her hips bucking wildly as her hot nectar once more squirted abundantly out of her, her mind overwhelmed by his glorious, mighty taste, loving that thick seed that had a brutally potent taste and crawled with a multitude of monstrous sperms, full of his strength, crammed with his power and energy. It was just a hint, an appetizer of his real potential... but already it dwarfed all others into insignificance. Persephone had bedded even Elelyon in her quest for power and she was delighted to note that the old and much vaunted God of their world was but an impotent baby boy compared to the champion that was raping her face.

She rocked herself harder against him, her muscles bulging as she put all of her strength into trying to please him to the most, to give him the best blowjob of his life, closing her eyes in bliss as she felt all that glorious energy rushing down her veins and rebuilding her body from the inside, giving her new strength, healing her wounds, rebuilding her bones... and she shivered in bliss as blast after enormous blast filled her up and exploded back out of her mouth and nostrils, until he began to pull back out of her sore, ruined throat... and she clawed into his muscular legs and looped her flexible tongue around his great girth, squeezing into it as hard as she could, sucking loudly, slurping obscenely as she almost made him fight her to pull back inch after inch, foot after foot of immense shaft... and when it finally popped out of hew maws, followed by a thick gush of cum overflowing from her bulging body, her tongue wiped him clean, leaving behind only slick, clear drool in place of his incandescent, thick load.

She sprung to her feet, swallowing thickly, doing her best to contain the ocean of cum even though she coughed hard and vomited vast loads, smearing the stuff all over her body, before she literally hugged his immense, still throbbing shaft and helped him unleash at least a dozen more colossal blasts of potent semen, before it finally began to slow down.

When he was finally done, still leaking a heavy rope of ultra-thick cum, she was still gulping down the load, scooping handfuls off her face and into her mouth, smearing even more all over her heaving breasts as she panted roughly, flushed and delighted... before she crawled over on trembling limbs and lowered her head slowly to the sea of seed and blood, piss and vomit and filth and corruption on the floor, dragging her tongue slowly and hungrily through it, her eyes blazing in the dark as she looked up at him, breathless and broken, bloodied and covered in her own vomit and in his thick essences, her chest heaving visibly as she struggled to breathe between thick masses of cum clogging her airways shut.

And he grinned, panting slightly himself, muscles flexing and bulging, fully ready and eager for more as she reserved for him a gaze of adoration and servitude as she kissed the floor completely coated in Him, her long tongue dragging slowly and ravenously through the thick mixture of blood and fluids and sweat and piss. Killer could not hide the violent arousal he felt, his muscles bulging with power as his immense cock throbbed hungrily, wanting more, demanding more, as the dark, merciless part of him wanted to hurt her until it was too much even for her, wanting to feel her screams turn into desperate, helpless cries as he fucked her until she was utterly and irremediably broken. But he did not call her, he did not give in to her silent demand, resisting even though his violent lust made the tentacles and fleshy, corrupted growths move and twist and flail angrily at the air. Persephone licked and kissed her way to his feet, and began to plant little, worshipful kisses on his toes, moving slowly up until she was crouching, her muzzle nuzzling lovingly into his heavy, ponderous balls, before she straightened and gave him a weird smile, half-delighted, half-regretful. "It took a lot less than this to turn the most hostile of kings into a joyful pet..." She quietly commented, and her voice betrayed a form of intense pleasure for how well he was resisting. He was treating her like she was genuinely cheap, mundane... amusing, but not interesting. That was part of his strength, of course... that he could look down at her in that way was a clear demonstration of his power.

"You still deny me, huh...?" The goddess finally mused, stroking a hand lovingly down the immense shaft. "But I'm patient. As I said, seducing you will be delightful... and you are the one in a cell, being tortured and with his days counting down towards defeat." She smirked, eyes flashing as she studied him with a mix of love and hate, adoration and challenge, as she suckled the thick load that saturated one of her long fingers. "You don't have much time to trade out, my Master... Thanny and Cerby are two boring sissy-boys, but they have worked hard on their plan and they have the remarkable habit of succeeding in what they do. That's why I stuck around them for so long. I can assure you, in the end they will find what they are seeking... and I will have won." Killer said nothing, refusing to be drawn into her game, and she tilted her head to the side, studying him for a few moments before she shrugged amiably and smiled, saying easily: "Whatever you do now, I will win. But if you are smart, you can win with me." She purred teasingly, leaning tantalizingly into the front of his hulking body and stroking a hand lasciviously down the pole of Requiem Aeternam, looking straight into his eyes as she tugged lightly on the legendary weapon. "Side with me, my Lord, and I will yank this scythe out of you right away, so you can finally unleash your full power upon the universe and rape it into new and better shapes. I will hold Thanathos and Cerberus down for you so you can fuck them into pulp at leisure... I will burn the world for you... I will give it all to you. I live for the day in which your true omnipotence crushes the universe into dust!" She panted hard, eyes bulging and glowing with almost delirious light as she held up a hand and formed a curved knife of energy in her grip, making him tense up, bracing for a hit on his body... but instead she savagely guided the sharp blade against her own groin. She trembled and bit her lower lip as she began to cut deep into her own flesh, chiseling a large, bloody K in it, and then an O, marking herself in his name, leaving him staring in a mix of surprise and delight. "I'm yours, stud... and you are mine. In a way or another I will have you. But I'd really like for you to step forwards willingly. If you force me to destroy you and then rebuild you, I fear I might not get to enjoy the true, full extent of your wickedness. I might also lose some of the interest, because the Alpha is unbeaten by definition... I wouldn't be able to get as much of a thrill from you if I had destroyed you earlier."

"Don't worry, it's not going to happen." Killer coldly replied, and she smirked, looking pleased by his resistance, by his strength. "Oh, stud... you always send a shiver down my spine, hitting all the right places." She purred, before adding: "But you are choosing the long way, and that means I must be gone for now. I'll be back soon for more. This was delightful, and next time will be even better... and you'll see, soon enough you'll realize that your adoring Persephone is meant for you. I am meant to be your queen. I am meant to serve you and be your delight. And you are meant for me."

"Keep dreaming, Persephone." Killer sourly replied, but the goddess walked a few steps back, her legs trembling and spasming after the pounding she had taken, and she bent forwards to teasingly kiss the head of his godcock, teasing: "You are the one in the cell, stud. How much will you last before the need for a good fuck, for a good, true orgasm, makes you beg for my services, huh...? You are strong, Killer... but you are also all Lust. How long will it be...? Oh, it'll be a delight to find out together..."

She smiled and winked at him, making him growl in irritation and in frustrated hunger for more, and she grinned as she pulled up one long leg and straddled his immense black shaft, murring in delight as she gripped into his shoulders and deliberately ground her incandescent, soaked labia back and forth along the goliath member. "Why do you insist on denying me, stud...? You are being cruel to both of us. We both want this..." She dragged herself forwards, sliding down the immense shaft, leaving behind a streak of hot, hungry nectar as her labia sloppily kissed his colossal girth."One word from you, stud, and I'll impale myself on your cock... right down to the hilt if you give me the strength for it." Persephone hoarsely promised, licking her lips and leaning forwards to lick a pearl of sweat off his masculine, massive chest. She gazed up at him with true, endless hunger, making him grunt in delight, barely able to resist the allure of that obscene look. It was absolutely lurid, entirely shameless and eager for the most disgusting and degrading of trials. It was a look that begged for savage abuse, and he grunted as his mind filled with images of her, broken and bloodied, wrecked and screaming, chained up and devastated as he loomed over her, beat her, fucked her like the cheapest of masochistic whores, like the most expendable of toys... and her eyes burned with endless lust as she begged for more, for harder, for worse.

She kissed him, then slid back along his immense shaft, making him grunt as her incandescent labia dragged over the hard black meat, until she stepped off and caused the goliath member to jump up, throbbing powerfully and blasting out an enormous load of thick precum.

She looked at it with sincere longing, then turned around and strolled away, hypnotizing him with the sensual swaying of her hips and winking over her shoulder, saying softly: "Goodnight, Stud. You are truly fantastic... and I'll be back soon for more."

The fleshy growths near the door receded to let her pass... and the corrupted, glorious tentacles and growths born out of Killer's potent cocksludge immediately whip-lashed towards the opening, hooking into the fanged "labia" of that disturbingly vagina-like opening, forcing it wide open. The tentacles born out of Killer's essence dueled with the fleshy growths created with undead meat by Thanathos's arcane powers... and with terrifying, mocking ease they ripped them apart, devouring the fleshy remains and rapidly growing even larger and more powerful, the tentacles swelling to fantastic proportions and jutting with thick, cruel spikes and barbs as they smashed into the massive steel shutter, tearing through it like it was made of wet, dissolving paper. The tentacles yanked the massive armoured portal clear out of place, then pushed through the bars of laser-like energy. Those immaterial but deadly blades of energy cut through the fleshy tentacles with ease, but they could not stop the flood of corruption as each broken tentacle reformed into at least two... and both grew rapidly larger than the original as the flood of hypervirile power leaking out of his cock fed that mass of deadly darkness.

Some tentacles managed to slip through the bars and invaded the corridor beyond... and shrieks immediately followed as they ensnared the first responders and crushed them into pulp, absorbing the bloody mess to become even stronger.

Persephone turned around to gaze at him, panting in awe and delight as she played with her soaked, dripping, ravenous sex, throwing her head back as she eagerly drank of those helpless cries and laments. She smiled at the sight of Killer, terrible, hulking, invincible... magnificent. Many of his wounds had healed almost perfectly and the infected gashes had mostly vanished, replaced by new and formidable muscle, letting her know that she had done nothing other than feeding him new energy, making him stronger. He grinned at her, eyes glowing in the darkness, and he teasingly warned: "Watch out, Persephone... teasing me is a dangerous game, and this inferno could become a whole lot worse, and torment you instead of me."

"A nightmare that smells of your cock is my idea of paradise." Persephone easily replied, watching as a massive tentacle effortlessly rolled up the armoured shutter, bending the dark metal like it was a soft cloth. Alarms began to blare, desperately calling in the emergency teams, and Persephone rushed towards the exit, remarking: "You are only inviting new torture on yourself, when you could have enjoyed a few hours of respite!"

"I'm not afraid of them and their sick little games" Killer easily replied, and she gulped in surprise and delight at the strength, the control, the confidence, the sheer arrogance in his voice. And yet he was not exaggerating one bit. His tentacles lashed out against her before she could duck out through the destroyed shutters, and she grunted in a mix of shock and pleasure as they hefted her off the ground like she weighted nothing at all. She let out a grunting cry of pain and lust, and sweet, hot nectar dribbled out of her as the tentacles flexed against her and squeezed, hard, making her bones creak audibly. She moaned and shrank in his deadly hold, trying to stammer something out but only managing to moan even louder as a monstrous tentacle-cock pushed against her naked sex, grinding into her with an equine, monstrous flared head so brutally wide to give pause for thought even to her.

The tentacles dragged her towards his immense, brutal cock, and she stared at the great barbs and at the cruel ridges, trembling in a mix of need and terror, moaning out hotly... before the tentacles lashed out instead, and smacked her back-fist into the wall, making her grunt out in pain and surprise, staring up at him in shock.

"What would your husband say if he found you impaled on my cock, huh...?" Killer teased softly, and she trembled at the thought, and even more at the darkness she saw behind those enchanting sapphire eyes, as she felt the power in his tentacles... and outside the cell she heard shrieks, agony, death and destruction as his tentacles, working of their own accord, tore apart mutants, soldiers and gods.

"I'm tempted to find out... to keep you here in my tentacles, trapped and helpless, leaking nectar for me, stinking of my shit and my piss, marked as my slave... and you know that I could fuck you, I could rape you into pieces, I could crush you out of existence... I'm tempted to see his face when he finds you broken and screaming my name to the heavens while my cock tears out of your chest and your ruined pussy leaks sperms bigger than the children that Thanathos dreamed to put inside you but couldn't."

She swallowed thickly at that, trembling as she moaned and shuddered in delight, a powerful orgasm tearing through her at the image he described, even though her eyes bulged in fear.

Killer dragged her back towards his raging, immense, invincible cock, his tentacles easily moving her in position just so he could slap her in the face with the goliath member, before spitting in her gaping mouth and grinning mockingly down at her as he said softly: "But for tonight, I'll let you go. You proved entertaining enough, and I will still need some of that entertainment for as long as I am here." He paused, idly flexing his hulking musculature as she adoringly stroked his chest, and then his tentacles lashed outwards and dismissively tossed her away, sending her crashing into the veritable sea of thick precum and cocksludge covering the floor. "Run away, bitch. Don't get caught. And come back soon." Killer teasingly commanded, grinning at her gamely... and she hurriedly picked herself up, grinning widely as she hungrily breathed: "And this is exactly why I love and respect you, stud... you always come out on top."

She rushed towards the gaping door, as the mutant flesh vainly attempted to close, only to be yanked wide open again by the fleshy tentacles that kept surging out of Killer's potent black corruption. She flashed him a teasing smile, and worded: "Wait for me!", before she ran outside, ducking behind a mass of moving, flexing tentacles, running away not to be seen by Cerberus and Thanathos as they rushed forth with their troops, cutting their way through the expanding, growing corruption that threatened to take over the entire fortress.

And Killer, despite his best efforts not to, would wait for her with impatience. As he watched the door to his cell close shut behind her, precipitating him back into darkness and solitude, now with his balls all the more swollen and aching for a better, more fulfilling release, he thought bitterly that more torture was ahead of him. It would be at least another day, probably, before she could come again.

And he already couldn't wait for that moment.

Alexis slowly stroked the flat of Wyvern's blade, gazing over the glowing weapon and clearly feeling Killer's energies and presence radiating out of it. It was but a hint of him, but even that little shadow was a comfort. Every now and then, in the occasional, short lull between a battle and another, she would sit down in silence and caress the sword, or play idly with the golden bullet hanging from her necklace, that he had gifted her at the beginning of their story together. She desperately listened to the world, to the silent, uncaring space, hoping to catch a hint of him, a glimmer of energy, a fragment of thought, anything at all that could help their hopeless search. But all she ever got was terrifying silence. She had absolutely no clue about Killer's current status and position and much as she fidgeted and worried and obsessed over the need to find him quickly, she was making no progress at all.

Four days. Four fucking days already... She shuddered in horror, thinking of how much time had already passed, and of how little progress they had made and of how much suffering Killer had probably had to go through in all those endless hours. Alexis and the other disciples had spent the first several hours after the battle obsessively teleporting all around the world, searching, listening, desperately looking for signs of any kind, but they literally had no idea what to look for. They had tried reverse-engineering, so to speak, the portal that Cerberus and Thanathos had used to drag Killer away, but the alien powers that had been used for it had left behind little to no mote of energy at all, so there was very little they could find out. Vesta had tried her best, enrolling Elelyon himself in the hope that he would know more about that alien magic, but the results had been infuriatingly inconsistent. Alexis had nearly broken down in helpless fury, lashing out against everything and everyone, but Anubis, recognizing his mother's emotional state, made sure to step in. His presence did wonders for her, and reminded the queen that what was expected of her in that moment was leadership and guidance, not useless rage. Still, on the inside, she was howling without respite from the very moment in which she had seen Killed vanish in front of her, so close and yet so far.

They had explored all what was left of Alfaya and had assaulted all suspected RA facilities they knew of, even though it was unlikely that Cerberus would hide in structures that he could not defend. In fact, the RA was still hopeless against the might of Alexis and the other goddesses, so their only chance was not being found in the first place. Alexis and the others were horribly aware that, for all of their fantastic strength and extraordinary powers, they still were nowhere near omniscient. There were still ways to escape their senses, even Alexis's formidable "energy-vision", and the RA still had secret production facilities somewhere they that hadn't located. Probably under the seabed. How could they find out, though...?

To make things worse, it was highly likely that Cerberus and Thanathos had used the portal to literally go hide on another planet entirely, and there was no telling how far they could reach. The RA had built bases and factories and laboratories in both Heaven and Hell, but since Killer had conquered both worlds and established complete dominance over their very fabric by rebuilding both worlds after the destruction of the Anchors, they were confident that all structures had been abandoned. Vesta and Ira, though, as High Queens of Heaven and Hell respectively, were directing accurate, special searches on both planets, to make absolutely sure that Cerberus wasn't hiding in plain sight, so to speak.

It had all felt frustrating, slow and doomed to failure, as they teleported in place after place, admittedly at little more than random, and more often than not vented their rage and despair against the landscape, with the excuse, more or less legitimate, to seek for deeply buried, well hidden facilities.

It had soon gotten even worse, though, as the RA had started launching air transports loaded with their latest Unmanned Combat Vehicles, dropping them all over the few towns, fortresses, colonies and refugee camps where the miserable remains of the mortal civilizations were desperately holding on to life. Very few, if any country had any real military left at that stage of the war, less than ever one which could sustain a clash against those heavily armoured robots. The exhausted units of Predators from Kesteven could, but not without heavy losses, and the legions of Insatiables, demons and Black Wing Seraphims were filling the gaps, defending the last mortals from the extinction that seemed to be the RA's target. Alexis and the others had to step in as soon as possible whenever an assault was launched, though, in order to keep the number of losses low. It happened constantly and it was a terrible source of delays, interruptions and frustrations. Alexis could rapidly annihilate the Unmanned Combat Walkers and the heavily armed, special cargo-aircraft carrying them all over the world, but every time she had to, it meant her research had to be interrupted. The fact that she was saving the remaining mortals and securing a future for them did nothing to improve her morale. She had once idly wondered why the RA wanted to destroy all life on Earth, but it was immediately clear that Cerberus was not actually concerned at all with the fate of the mortals: alive or dead, he did not care about them. What he wanted was just keeping Alexis and the other goddesses busy and off his back. Alexis was entirely aware of it, but what could she do? Let the planet become a barren, lifeless inferno...? That was not what Killer wanted from her. It was also not what she wanted... although she would have sacrificed them all without hesitation in order to have him back. Had he not asked her to look after the world, she would have let it die without hesitation. And without her intervention, and that of the other goddesses, it would have been a damn quick thing. Earth was barely able to support life at that point, after being brutalized in all sorts of ways. Alexis and the others were so completely absorbed by Killer's absence that they barely noticed it, but after the cataclysm that the huge male had contained with his own terrifying strength, nothing on the planet was the same as before.

Most of the dry lands had gone, submerged by the angry, swollen seas, which had expanded enormously with the melting of all of the North Pole's ice. The waters were permanently stained of a sinister, terrible blood red, and they were tremendously toxic and acidic. It was the taint of Destruction, which made it obvious that the force that had been unleashed when the Anchor in the ice temple had been shattered was heavily related to Darkness, the violent and brash brother in the couple of primordial titans that were the source of everything else. The great plains were no more, replaced by new seas which had washed away most of Earth's largest cities... or, more accurately in many cases, the ruins that remained after the vicious battles of that tremendous war. For the mortal world the conflict had been short, compared to the many centuries of warfare that Hell and Heaven had experienced due to the time differences, but that short time had been brutal enough to bring mortals very close to extinction. The cataclysm had brought the end that much closer still. Kesteven and Kendrew and Mottram were some of the few towns that still resisted, and that was in no small part due to geography: they all were located high up on hills and mountains that had proven just high enough to save them from the deluge. Kesteven had been helped by the quick thinking of Gaia, who had used her power to literally erect a whole new mountain range, forming a protective dam across the fjords and valleys that from the arctic sea went inland towards Kesteven. That had saved some of the country from being washed away, turning the heart of the empire into a large island surrounded by a multitude of other rocky peaks that were tall enough to poke out of the new ocean.

Agriculture, that the mortals had been desperately trying to bring back to life wherever it was possible to clear a strip of land from wreckage and pollution and hellish corruption, was completely annihilated once more. The toxic sea washed away many of the cultivations along with the people that were trying to make them work, and the poison had soaked apparently the entire planet, killing off all plants in a matter of hours. Now, with the waves smashing angrily into the rocky cliffs around Kesteven, there was very little land available, even assuming that the land could be healed and purified somehow.

Alexis and the other goddesses, perhaps with Gaia's exception for obvious reasons, had been mostly blind to that new reality, which meant the whole of the mortal population was doomed to death by famine. Agriculture was the last of Alexis's worries until Anubis gently but firmly got her to sit down and listen. He was the only one who had the power to calm her down somewhat and he was never too far away from her, keeping an eye on his mother to make sure she didn't incinerate supplicants and other "annoyances" and "distractions" on the spot. Which she could very well do, and very literally.

She had tasked Anubis with working with the mortals to ensure they had what they needed, and he was more than powerful enough to fix most problems with ease, but people kept slipping through, trying to get to talk to the queen herself as they saw her as the only hope left. Killer's absence had been noticed, of course, but so had Alexis's impatience and fury, so nobody had dared publicly clamoring in any way, less than ever tried to take advantage of his absence. Alexis could be even more terrifying than him, since she had far fewer hesitations at the thought of stomping someone out of existence. But in the shadow, in the refuges, in the castles of Hell and in the towers of Heaven, mortals, demons and angels were talking about it. She could hear their thoughts, listen to their whispers. And they filled her with bitterness and rage, because quite a few voices gloated about what they perceived as Killer's "well deserved defeat", while others were quick in appointing blame and turning their back to their savior, cursing him for failing them all. Mortals were highly entitled beings who could not defend themselves from any of the enemies that Killer could vaporize with a mere breath, but who were very quick in making bitter fun of him for falling. They chatted, whispered, dreamed of what might have happened to make the "big boy", the "tyrant" or the "savior" vanish. Some waited for his return with confidence; but many more were already giving up on him and thinking about who to bet upon to ensure their survival. It all filled Alexis with fury and hate, and only Anubis had the innate kindness and patience needed to talk her through it and make her, if not forgive, at least tolerate. For sure, though, more than a few heads had literally burst apart into bloody messes because of her fury.

Alexis and the others had created vast amounts of non-perishable food as an emergency measure, stocking up the few colonies and fortresses left. It took them no effort, but clearly it only gained them some time. Far more would one day be necessary to make the planet genuinely inhabitable again.

Gaia had modified some of the fleshy "vegetation" born out of Killer's own corruption into a super-resistant, oxygen-producing new species of plants that was making up for the death of every last tree and flower all over the planet.

Then, of course, they had had to look up at the sky. Earth had turned into a dark planet. The Sun and many stars had been drained almost out of existence and no longer provided adequate illumination. What they did provide was in good part denied by the passage of Heaven and Hell, the two vast and new planets that danced together with Earth on a weird and asynchronous orbit. They filled the sky, providing some light of their own, in particular Hell which cast Earth in its sinister crimson glow, but in general causing more problems than advantages. The most visible problem was the devastating force of the tides, which saw the already expanded seas moving up and down by enormous amounts. Alexis had been forced to push both Heaven and Hell further back, putting the two planets on a wider orbit to reduce their influence on Earth before they could cause a second deluge.

Then she had had to create a new Sun for the solar system, to bring back some light and heat to a planet otherwise turned dark and icy and deadly.

All the while, she had vainly searched for Killer, or for signs of his status and whereabouts. She had started teleporting out to random planets, in what amounted to little more than desperation. She was painfully aware that the chances of finding him in that way were almost literally zero, but what alternative did she have...?

And then, in the first night following Killer's capture, Earth had been struck for the first time by what had at first looked like a storm of meteors which smacked into the planet with enough force to reshape the landscape and throw up clouds of dust so immense and thick that they had once again obscured the sun. A number of colonies were directly hit and obliterated, and the others came under attack as the meteors revealed themselves as Horrors, gigantic mutant monstrosities born out of Killer's corruption and out of his astounding hypervirility. Scarred and covered in huge numbers of armoured Spirit devices nailed into their nervous system whenever the RA managed to get them, the gigantic monsters had made short work of mortal defences and had devoured entire colonies and refugees' camps in the space of moments. They were far more dangerous than the Unmanned Combat Walkers and completely invulnerable to any sort of mortal weapon, which meant that the colonies needed immediate assistance from the goddesses as soon as they came under attack. The garrisons of mortals, but also of demons and angels, were under strict order not to attack: they had to run and hide, just like the civilians, and just try to survive. The colonies that had attempted to defend themselves had been razed to the ground in seconds, and all the garrisons had achieved was to become food for the Horrors. The mutant titans could absorb organic matter and even rubble and wreckage to enhance their bodies and expand their power, which meant that they only got bigger and stronger with each town they obliterated and with every army they crushed out of existence.

Alexis and the others could not afford to ignore them: unlike the UCWs, the Horrors were a real threat, even to them. If they intervened quickly they could usually destroy the Horror or even subdue it, strip it clean of Spirit devices and turn it into an ally, but if the monsters managed to devour significant numbers of people before they arrived, they could quickly become a real danger. Their growth was exponential and not limited to the physique and offensive powers: the Horrors rapidly became smart and cunning as well, which made them even more dangerous as they became very creative about how to devour the world around them and turn it into yet more mass, more muscles, more raw, tremendous power.

The Horrors kept falling to earth almost without pause for days, and nobody failed to notice that they only ever became bigger and stronger with each new assault. Alexis and the others goddesses had been almost pleased by the appearance of those unholy monstrosities as they kind of proved that Killer was alive, but taking them down was difficult: they were spectacularly powerful and dangerous. The Spirit devices made them oblivious to the will of their Master and made them unable to recognize Alexis and the others as allies, leaving them acting on instinct. The RA didn't quite control the Horrors, they were way too powerful for their technology to work that well. The RA could, however, basically override their conscience and leave the colossal beasts acting on pure instinct, lashing out at everything and everyone, intent on destroying and devouring, absorbing and assimilating. They were guided by two overwhelming purposes: spreading their corruption over the whole universe and growing stronger and greater along the way. That made them exceptionally aggressive against any form of living organism, and they homed in on colonies and refuges and even underground bunkers with infallible, terrifying precision. Alexis had seen entire mountains ripped apart, gouged through like they were nothing but soft anthills. The Horrors had smelled the pathetic mortals hiding in deeply buried bunkers and had effortlessly clawed their way through the stone to reveal those underground refuges, built at great expense to be able to survive even direct nuclear strikes and yet utterly useless against the god-destroying force of those that were, effectively, little more than Killer's throw-away pre-sperms. The mountains could nothing against the Horror's terrifying strength and the bunkers could even less: they only worked against the mortals that had built them for protection, by keeping them all massed up together in one little concrete coffin. The Horrors had devoured the bunkers whole, like they were nothing but pills of vitamins... or, perhaps, as the cartoon interpretation of steroids, considering how those thousands of helpless lives were immediately absorbed and turned into yet more hulking muscle and behemotic mass.

The Horrors were truly apocalyptic bringers of annihilation: they had steamrolled colonies and entire armies of Unmanned Combat Walkers out of existence, destroying more than 50% of the remaining mortals within the first five minutes from their arrival. Angels and demons had initially tried to resist, but they were literally plucked out of the sky or up from the ground and crushed together into energy-rich paste that made the Horrors grown even further. And since a single angel was worth thousands of mortals in terms of energy, the Horrors had immediately started pursuing the supernatural legions. The defenders of earth became helpless prey, with the legions falling apart in panic and with the survivors scattering in every direction, never traveling in numerous groups, seeking solitude, trying hard to make themselves unappealing, literally trying to appear too weak and insignificant to be worth being chased down. That had only encouraged the Horrors into deploying more tentacles with which they raped, destroyed, cock-vored and absorbed all the terrified runaways.

The mortals slipped beneath the beasts' notice but that didn't mean they were safe. It only meant that their destruction was all the more humiliating, as they were hardly given a look at all while they were eaten and absorbed. Their last moments of life were full of terror, smelled of urine and shit as their bladders helplessly released; and their ears ringed with the contemptuous, mocking snorts of the beasts as they swept up entire colonies with hardly a thought, looking down at them in literal distaste at their utter helplessness. They weren't good enough food. The Horrors clearly thought that they were being generous in wasting time to lick colonies up, or to drown them under a titanic splatter of black, corruptive precum: to the beasts, the extreme weakness of the mortals looked like such a miserable condition that surely the microbes had to be grateful for their destruction. After all, what could those helpless microbes ever achieve...? Surely it was an act of mercy to harvest such puny vermin and give their remains a nobler purpose as new muscle, new power for any one of those apocalyptic titans.

Alexis and the others had had to rush back to Earth to put a stop to the massacre, but when they had arrived the planet was already horrendously devastated: the Horrors had not only crushed, pulped and devoured but had spread Killer's omnipotent corruption in such monstrous amounts that the sea had begun turning from crimson to black, while the earth had turned into black, solid, thick, mutant flesh. All of it. The whole planet was mutating uncontrollably, and tentacle-beasts and other deadly, hideous fleshy growths kept ripping up from the black mass of flesh.

It was an inferno for the mortals and even for the demons, but Alexis, admittedly, loved the new look of Earth. Every last corner of the planet smelled of Him. Every last town was in ruin and replaced by endlessly growing forests born out of brutal hypervirility. Enormous, leviathan sperms filled the dark oceans and even the planet itself, digging in and out of the ground, causing the planet to endlessly shiver as if in terror. Their powerful, muscular tails whipped the ground so hard that an eternal, never-ending earthquake tormented the mortals, causing everything they tried to rebuild to crumble miserably down into the dirt, forcing what was left of civilization to live in the open air, choking on the thick, rich stench of Male, the scent of Him. Tents were the most that could be pulled up, because rigid structures did not last more than a few minutes with how hard the ground vibrated under the steps of the dark titans and because of the uncountable, endless hordes of leviathan-sperms that swam through stone and dirt like it was water, digging tunnels through the entire planet, violating its incandescent core like it was a helpless female egg waiting to be fertilized. With terrifying ease, the almighty sperms sailed through solid stone, cracking and melting it with the incandescent, acidic fluid covering their invincible bodies. The mortals lived in eternal panic, in endless cowering, listening to the movements of those titans moving rapidly underground... and every now and then the sperms surfaced, breaking out of the ground like it was water, and like sharks they snapped their deadly jaws on helpless, doomed prey. There was little that could be done about that, other than staying as dispersed as possible. Groups were immediately targeted, while single persons were more often than not ignored... especially if complete silence was maintained.

It meant that families had to break up as people scattered over wide areas. The colonies now were fewer but much vaster and without a well defined perimeter as the mortals had to curl up in solitude, making as little noise as possible, moving only when it was strictly necessary, at most building up little refuges, tiny makeshift tents realized with scraps of cloth. They were preys on a hostile, mutant sphere of shifting, breathing, pulsing masculine power. They were fleas crawling over a grotesque concentrate of hypervirility and corruption which had little to nothing left to share with earth as it had been. They had nowhere to run to, as their safest shelters had already been ripped out of the mountains and devoured like candy. Every now and then, thick black sludge crashed down from the sky, smelling and tasting of him and hot and acid enough to dissolve the tents and burn and scar the flesh, consuming fur and scales with the same terrible ease. The mortals had lost everything, from their planet to their hopes, from their homes to every last little object of comfort as the almighty dark sludge burned them all out of existence. Some had tried digging trenches and foxholes to at least hide from the worst of that masculine, devastating rain and to escape the heat and the stench of virility in the air, but metal tools rotted away to dust because of the supernatural heat and humidity coming from the precum-drenched hulking bodies and grotesque, enormous members of the Horrors. Not even the few excavators still operational had been able to dig into the black, fleshy ground, leaving the mortals trapped out in the open. In the end, many mortals had found refuge in the immense tunnels dug under the surface by the same beastly sperms that threatened to extinguish their races. Or at least, they had tried to turn those galleries into refuges. None had ever come back out alive from that endless labyrinth, and with hindsight it wasn't difficult to see why: when Alexis had ventured into one such tunnel, she had discovered that the walls of the tunnel were glued together by a thick layer of black seminal fluid that was thick and strong enough to hold up enormous boulders and entire rock cliffs. The goddess had struggled to walk onwards into the tunnel as the potent stuff gripped her boots with such force that her mighty muscles bulged and flexed with each step. She was big and strong enough to carry on, but the mortals weren't. There was no doubt that they had sunk into the dark, potent sludge and had been dissolved and absorbed. Or perhaps they had been devoured by the gigantic sperms, stuck in place and unable to even try to escape... not that they could, of course. The sperms were horrendously fast, and not even high velocity trains, had any still been intact and operational, could have gotten away.

Alexis could easily imagine the scene; see entire communities, whole families, stuck in place, glued into the ultra-thick cocksludge... like flies on flypaper. That's all the mortals were. Tiny vermin, easily destroyed.

It was a fearsome yet delicious thing for her to think about. The savage, merciless part of her had long dreamed to see Killer unleash some of his real power, to truly and definitively drive the lesson home, to completely rape any hint of hope out of the mortals' minds. Zeroes were always going to be zeroes, and it was high time for the mortals, demons, angels, aliens, rebels and slaves to accept that truth.

That cruel part of Alexis couldn't help but love the new world, so brutal and deadly and dead... and yet crammed full of new and better life, stronger and more glorious than anything that came before. It was a form of destruction through creation; it was overwhelming evolution. The old, weak and inadequate, was being consumed to feed the new, dark, glorious form of the universe. It filled the mortals with fear and horror and despair, and she couldn't help but secretly appreciate that too. It had rapidly shut the loudmouths who had been making fun of Killer's "failure" and had punished them for their selfishness, arrogance and for their sense of entitlement. Moreover, it was a demonstration of just how powerful Killer had become: everything that was happening to Earth was unplanned, unwanted. It was something that came literally out of dark, potent, think precum and cockslime taken off his member and dropped onto the planet. Nothing more than that... The huge male probably hadn't a single thought to share about them, yet his overwhelming vigor was more than enough to cause such apocalyptic change. If someone hadn't yet realized just how unfathomably powerful, how utterly in control Killer was, now they were painfully aware of it. Alexis could hear them crying about it, cursing them for how unfair their power was... and she only grinned, licking her lips in entertainment.

The Horrors were fearsome and hideous and pestilent and corruptive and... and... magnificent. The greatest ones were a real challenge even for the goddesses, and all of them became frenzied and especially ferocious when Alexis or the others approached.

With a little shiver, half of it coming from fear and half from pleasure, Alexis explained to herself that their aggressiveness was due to the fact that they saw them all as nothing but food. Alexis and the other Disciples were the most succulent and precious and fulfilling of meals: the Horror that managed to consume one of them would grow endlessly bigger and stronger than all the others.

There was something weirdly arousing in facing creatures strong enough to consider her as potential food. Of course, none of them had been able to stand up to her tremendous strength, but a few had made a more than valiant attempt... and all of them were dangerous, because they only needed to inflict a wound on her or the others to then absorb some blood and gain enormous power boosts through that.

The Horrors were extremely unforgiving enemies to fight against: every little mistake on Alexis's part literally made them much stronger.

Alexis and the others had been able to overwhelm the Spirit devices on several Horrors, turning them back into allies, but it had not been easy at all. They had tried doing that for one very specific reason: it would give them a chance to look into their minds and memories, which could potentially reveal the path to the place where Killer was held. The idea was good, but unfortunately also pretty obvious, and it became immediately apparent that the RA had taken very good precautions. None of the broken images that lingered in the heavily violated and re-written memories of the beasts had been useful. They had seen glimpses of a great laboratory; of immense silos of crystal filled with corpses and unknown aliens banging uselessly against the walls, rivers of thick, black cocksludge rushing in from above.

Nothing that could make it any easier to locate Killer.

They had also tried rushing into the portals from which the Horrors came out to crash into Earth like meteors, but that too had proven impossible. No matter how quick they were, they couldn't get inside before the portals closed up. The Horrors were somehow fired out with incredible force, and blasted out of the portals surrounded by such a shockwave that it was simply impossible to push through in the opposite direction. Unfortunately it had also been impossible to get any hint about the point of origin of the portals, despite Vesta doing all she could to study the magic used and to set up a network of special observatories in Heaven, Hell and on Earth to try and triangulate a possible source.

Alexis sighed, closing her eyes in exhaustion and dropping her face into a hand, a drawn-out sight escaping her lips as her muscular, powerful shoulders shuddered in horror and frustration. The weight and warmth of Wyvern was the only thing that offered her a bit of comfort and she had clung to the sword constantly during the last few days. She had carried it inside and outside of combat and had basked in the energy that radiated warmly from the blade. She told herself that as long as the sword was full of that energy, she could be confident that Killer was alive and... and... well. Not "well", but...

She looked up, straightening tiredly, and she shouldered Wyvern, wondering how long it would be before she could be with Killer again. Four days of painful uncertainty and complete separation already felt like an eternity of torment and she couldn't stand the thought of it continuing.

"You don't know where your Master is, do you...?" She enquired, sighing with frustration as she looked up at the Horror she had just "tamed", while angrily settling her foot upon a large Spirit armored box, crushing it flat like a cheap tin can. She had had to yank more than a dozen of those boxes out of the constantly mutating and evolving flesh and muscle of the enormous beast, before the Horror's own force had become too much to be contained and all other computers had burnt out. His body was tormented by a multitude of other boxes crudely hammered home into his flesh... but now his mutant body was rapidly crushing them, one by one, popping them like they were nothing but bubble wrap and absorbing the thick armour plates to use them to reinforce his hulking form.

The gigantic beast looked quietly down at her and bowed his head deeply in apology, his crimson eyes looking surprisingly docile as it slowly shook his large, somewhat draconic head. The goddess had expected nothing more: she had already tried with several others, but the RA had been very careful in ensuring that those titans could never return to the laboratory from where they had been literally fired against earth. She sighed tiredly, rolling her eyes in frustration, and the mutant beast hunched as it made itself smaller in shame and apology, looking at her with a puzzled expression as she mumbled: "What am I supposed to do with you, huh...? You can't tell me what I need to know. You can't lead me there. And you have devoured... what? A couple million of souls...? I should destroy you... but you are His. You smell of Him. You are... a gift from Him. And I quite like you."

Obviously, it was quite hard to "like" the Horrors in the literal sense of the world. They were magnificent beasts of raw power and destruction, but they were not aesthetically pleasing. They were born to terrorize, corrupt and destroy, so their mutant bodies festered with deadly, sperm-like parasites; their muscles bulged to the point of ripping themselves; and in the wounds grew greedy, cruel eyes and flailing, spiked tentacles, giving them a hideous, dangerous look. The gigantic beast standing before Alexis walked on titanic hooves made of overlapping, sharp plates of black metal armor. Its hunched body was massive and hulking with herculean, monstrous muscles, while his spine formed a very draconic ridge armed with a multitude of gigantic, curved spikes and blades of bone and metal, which also continued in thick rows down the long and crocodile-like tail, covered in scales of adamantine bone, literally built by processing organic materials of the victims it had absorbed in combat... and it was clear that said victims were not the puny mortals that it had effortlessly and dismissively swept up with the careless slash of a great tentacle. No, it had fought hard against alien gods, some of the allies of Cerberus and Thanathos... Unless Cerberus has already grown strong enough to feed his allies to the growing Horrors, but I don't think he has.

At least some of the metallic wreckage now compacted into impenetrable spikes and blades and scales over his hulking body still bore, faintly visible here and there, the RA markings, suggesting that it had eaten a huge number of Unmanned Combat Walkers and other combat machines.

"You've fought a lot... but it wasn't enough, was it...?" Alexis idly wondered, looking at the enormous creature's scars and wounds, all of them crammed full with new, powerful, chaotic life as tentacles pushed out of the gashes. The beast was unmistakably and abundantly male, and between his muscular legs he carried a ponderous, immense pair of testicles as glorious as Moons, bulging with thick veins as they thrummed with raw power, under a group of flexing, terrifying tentacle-cocks of fantastic, brutal proportions, all four ridged and almost metallic, powerful and forever leaking and blasting out thick ropes of dark, corruptive precum. The beast only looked back at her in confusion, and she snorted and turned around, looking up at the dark sky, full of clouds of pure darkness and corruption, as the streak of fire of another "meteor" tore through the horizon, signaling that yet another Horror had reached Earth.

She followed the meteor with her eyes and walked a little faster, preparing to teleport to meet the new assault... before grinding to a stop instead as the beast behind her rumbled, cleared his throat and finally grumbled: "Us sorry, Mistress. Please, forgive us failure."

The goddess turned around with a frown of genuine surprise, as that was the very first time she heard a Horror speak... and it did so in a voice that was clearly His. Warped, deformed somewhat... but His.

He bowed his head again, going down on one knee, his enormous cocks heavily slamming on the ground, leaving behind craters in their shape, his monumental balls settling heavily down onto the dirt as the gigantic mutant closed his eyes and insisted: "Sorry, Mistress. Us didn't live up to Father's expectations."

"We." Alexis instinctively corrected, studying him quietly... and the beast stared at her with eyes full of intelligence. The Horror was silent for a moment, then nodded and observed: "And I in particular."

"You learn quickly." Alexis commented, unsure about whether she was more pleased or more terrified. Those beasts were god-destroyers in their own right. If they could develop so much, and learn, and think... every last one of Killer's sperms was potentially an ultra-god. It was an exciting measure of the male's supreme power... but also a dangerous prospect.

"Mistress is too kind to me." The great Horror humbly replied, bowing deeply. "That's how Father wants us. Able to adapt, grow, learn and improve. But I have failed. All my fighting was in vain. I couldn't reach Father."

"How was he?" Alexis urgently enquired. She didn't even try to ask whether he knew how to get to him, as it was painfully clear he didn't. But perhaps he'd at least be able to tell her something about Killer's conditions. The beast hesitated for a brief moment, clearly wondering whether she really wanted to know the truth... and then he replied: "Tortured day and night. Nailed to a cross of energy-draining crystal. I could only see Father briefly through a wall of crystal, though. He was covered in blood and wounds... but still strong, Mistress. Even in his current conditions, he is the most powerful being ever to exist. They can restrain him for now... but they can't break him." The beast paused, seeming to hesitate for a moment as he realized how much his words sounded like "comfort at all costs". Somewhat embarrassedly, he added: "I'm not exaggerating, Mistress. If I may say so... I'm proof of his power. I'm nothing but a bit of his sweat and smegma and precum. Yet I'm far stronger than most gods the universe was able to come up with."

Alexis swallowed thickly, gritting her fangs hard enough to make them creak as she clenched her fists, her heart thrumming wildly in a mix of horror and rage at the thought of her beloved tortured and tormented... but feeling also a much needed injection of relief. She saw glimpses of him in the confused images in the Horror's memory, and he was in terrible shape, yeah... but at the same time he was stronger than ever. Proud. Untamed. The Killer she loved was still there... and she was immensely relieved to know it. Much as she bashed herself for ever doubting of it, it was hard not to worry and give in to the nightmares while their search for him hadn't moved forwards one inch. She nodded slightly, then looked back up into the beast's merciless but intelligent eyes, pits of crimson light that could send shivers down even her spine. "You are a good proof indeed." She finally said, before crossing her muscular arms, thinking rapidly. "Are you the biggest Hor... the biggest of your kind?" She was about to call him Horror, but some kind of weird affection for the hulking monster made her hesitate and decide not to. He was highly unlikely to be fazed in any way, but she felt compelled to be kind. He was a part of Killer, after all, and should have never been an enemy. A pet, maybe... Alexis felt the hint of a smile cresting her lips for the first time in days. A god-killing, planet-destroying, reality-warping pet was quite the image.

"Afraid not, Mistress." The beast quietly replied, shrinking a bit in his immense shoulders, looking ashamed. "There was at least another of my brethren which grew far more than me, devouring countless enemies. I was taken down while following him in battle, while trying to do the same. They started clamping those... things... on me, and then everything went dark. I have no memory of what happened afterwards... but I have to assume even the largest ones of us did not get to Father."

Alexis nodded with a bit of a grimace, then looked up in surprise as the beast leaned down a bit further, studying her with discretion, quietly enquiring: "Did I hurt you, Mistress? Did I hurt any of the Disciples? This one didn't mean to. I can only apologize for all damage caused, and offer my life as payment."

Alexis blushed a bit as that, wishing for a moment that she could instantaneously hide the wounds across her abs and over her powerful arms. Even with her ability to see well into the future, she hadn't been able to get the Spirit devices off him without taking some damage, since his body kept mutating, growing, rebuilding itself and it jutted with vicious tentacles that had lashed out again and again against her.

"Nothing serious." The goddess dismissively replied, before gazing out in the distance, over the smoldering, immense crater that had once been a Colony, a refuge for mortals. The Horror had annihilated it in mere instants, and his tentacle-cocks had swept up hundreds of thousands of helpless beings, literally drowning them in thick layers of oozing black cocksludge covering the glorious members. The mortals had looked like an infinity of flies caught into thick honey... and they had barely had time to begin shrieking before they had been burnt and dissolved, melted by the incandescent, hypervirile slime. Alexis had arrived just in time to see the last of them bubbling out of existence in the thick, dense, potent, tar-like essence. Thankfully the mortals were too weak to add much to his incredible power, but the Horrors were incredibly efficient in their use of victims: every last pound of mortal flesh had transformed into pure muscle. The effect had been barely noticeable, but that was just because the Horror was already godlike and titanic before devouring them. The Horror also looked briefly at the crater, but there was no real regret this time in his voice as he again apologized: "Sorry for eating up the bugs. I know Master doesn't want them gone... in his infinite goodness."

Alexis snorted in entertainment at the clear note of doubt in the beast's voice. The titan was wondering what made the mortals worthy of consideration, since he was a creature of raw power that measured the worth of the world around him primarily in terms of strength. The mortals, clearly, had no strength at all and were of very little value in his view. She was so angry with the ungrateful people of the world that had so rapidly started to denigrate their savior that she was very much tempted to agree with his thinking.

"It's done now, and I have no intention of punishing you for something you did while others were in control of your mind." Alexis eventually said, dismissing the issue with an idle wave of her hand. She was starting to think that bringing mortals back to life was probably something that she could accomplish with ease, and had even considered trying, but there was little sense in doing that while Horrors kept falling from the sky, the RA kept surging out of well hidden bases and the planet was an unlivable inferno. "The real question is what should I do with you now...?"

"You have been kind to me, Mistress, taking the trouble of freeing my mind from the RA's control rather than destroying me. There are not many things I can do, but I'm born to fight, to destroy, and to absorb. You need warriors as my enslaved brothers keep arriving. Let me fight for you, my queen. Please, let me join this fight." The beast replied, pleading quietly, but Alexis hesitated. She had already ripped the Spirit devices out of a few other Horrors, but she was reluctant at the idea of employing them in battle. They were incredibly powerful, but that was a two-edged attribute when fighting other Horrors: if something went wrong and one of them was absorbed by the invading monsters, things could rapidly become truly dangerous.

"Please, Mistress. My mind works clearly now, and that's an advantage over my lost brethrens. I will not fail you!" The beast said, enormous muscles flexing in eagerness, full of vigor and hunger as he turned around to look at other black meteors hurling down from the obscure sight. "You need my help, Mistress. If you and the Disciples have to personally take down all of my brothers... who will help Father?"

It was a powerful argument, and Alexis hesitated for only a moment longer before nodding in acceptance. "You'll better show me that you are a proper force of destruction, though. The last thing I need is you becoming food for one of your possessed brothers." The goddess remarked, before moving one hand down to drag two fingers over a large gash across her abs, drenching both digits in her energy-rich blood. It was enough to make the Horror's mouth drip with acid drool, his enormous tentacle-cocks flexing and throbbing, full of power and hunger as he stared hungrily at that precious crimson fluid, so rich of amazing, terrifying power to make everything else seem trite and puny. Consuming the whole planet would have been far less rewarding than tasting that ambrosia of pure power and delicious darkness.

"I'm not worthy, Mistress..." The beast whispered, going down to its knees and bowing deeply before her, shuddering hard as his nostrils flared and all his eyes focused on that crimson coat on her fingers. She shushed him and smirked, holding her digits out in front of his terrible mouth, lined with deadly, adamantine fangs. The Horror opened his mouth wide and leaned forwards, gently lapping at her fingers, before his tongue coiled around them and gently tugged them forth, a growl of pure delight rumbling in his throat as he suckled, gulping it all down with endless hunger. "Don't waste it, my pet." Alexis calmly commanded, grinning slightly as she put one hand on his vast skull and squeezed a little, making him rumble and hurriedly nod, before he finally pulled back with a groan, eyes closed and metallic, impossible scales glowing dead black for a moment, before the wreckage, the broken pieces of Unmanned Combat Walkers, the plates still marked RA, all instantaneously melted as black flames exploded over and around his hulking form as he threw his head back and stared at the corrupted, hellish sky with eyes that were now obsidian, darker than the most terrible of stormy nights, yet somehow glowing in a way that hurt the eyes of those who tried to admire his unholy glory. He threw his arms out with a roar, arching his back as his immense frame rippled, before his height and his hulking musculature began to rapidly increase, thick black corruption bursting out of his body as new and much larger, much stronger, much more terrible blades of black metal ripped out of his back, his arms, his enormous tail, his hooves sinking into the ground, tearing bloody wounds into its fleshy surface before the fissures between a plate of natural armor and another began to glow fiercely, as if incandescent magma flowed right beneath them. In mere moments he tripled in height, his hulking muscles growing even further as his hands became tremendous metallic gauntlets, serrated and deadly, ending in fearsome talons. He towered over the world around him, snarling and blowing steam out of his nostrils, his head even more draconic in appearance, topped by multiple sets of massive, segmented horns of black metal. His features were now covered by a terrible, handsome mask of black steel which very much replicated Killer's features, with his deadly fangs adding another row to those of the Horror itself. The beast flexed his enormous musculature and looked down at himself with a dark grin, feeling the pure power rushing through his system as his enormous balls dropped lower, swelling enormous, covered in overlapping, sharp scales of dark metal, beneath a tangle of now eight monstrous pythons of cock, all segmented, made of ridged sections of incandescent dark metal and ending in monstrously wide equine flares made further devastating by arrays of curved barbs and spikes. As the titanic beast straightened, flexing his huge arms, a multitude of spikes and blades lining his back jutted fiercely outwards, and metallic tentacles arched high in the air around him, while the end of its tail split into four titanic harpoons of dark steel which could squeeze together to form an ungodly, enormous spike or spread wide to reveal a circular mouth lined with apparently infinite rows of cruel fangs. "So much power, Mistress...!" The Horror whispered, looking in awe down at himself as his hooves left burning, glowing scars in the fleshy, obsidian "ground". "So much power...!"

"Use it well. I have no use for you if they break you, and I really don't want to have to deal with a brother of yours after he sucks you dry." Alexis warned, before somehow finding the will force to smile a little bit as she added: "Don't get too cocky."

"No, Mistress." The beast promised, before arching his vast back as a multitude of metallic tentacles burst out of his shoulder blades and ground together to form solid, chorded muscle, creating the powerful "arms" of two immense wings, which rapidly took their final shape as fearsome "feathers" of dark metal pushed out of the metallic muscle. Angelic in shape, but terrible in their metallic, deadly texture, they seemed to cast much of the world in their shadow as the beast easily lifted off the ground, glaring in the distance where some of his mind-controlled brothers had just crash-landed. "Should I destroy them, or do you want me to free them from the RA devices?"

Alexis bit her lower lip, hesitating for the briefest of moments before deciding that she could put some faith in her titanic new pet. "Judge your chances. If you are sure you can pin them down and get the Spirit devices out, you are free to do so. But if it gets too risky, destroy them."

Without hesitating, the Horror nodded and bowed, before flapping his mighty wings once, shooting high into the sky and flying towards the battle zones at the other end of the continent, where the RA-controlled Horrors were rising and throwing out their roars of challenge, literally strong and deep enough to rattle the earth and cause terrified mortals to lose all color from their faces, their trembling little bodies threatening to shatter right there and then, before the Horrors even came close.

Alexis slowly turned around, already knowing what she'd see, already feeling on her muscular back the glares of the helpless mortals, already hearing in her mind the echoes of their thoughts, angry, desperate, helpless, and yet so arrogant. Many hated her for sparing the Horrors. They hated her for empowering one of them. They hated her because the world was a hellish place. Because she hadn't been able to do more to preserve their happy lives. They hated Killer because he was gone. They knew nothing of what Killer and Alexis had had to live through, and they knew nothing about the suffering Killer was undergoing. Even less they could do to aid their gods in the fight. Yet they demanded more, always more. She looked over the widely dispersed, miserable crowd. No more than two people sitting close, each one surrounded by a few indispensable tools, by a few mementoes miraculously saved through the apocalypse.

They looked trembling up at her, many holding on to the dirty, torn scraps of cloth they had used to form tiny one-person tents, which had of course been blown apart by the mighty shockwave of air produced by the Horror lifting off. None of them had the guts to protest, but as always they forgot, in their arrogance, that she could hear their thoughts and see inside their minds. They bowed as the empress looked down at them, but many cursed her inwardly, silently damning the cruel balance of power in the universe. So many zeroes, helplessly cowering in the shadow of so few omnipotent titans.

Killer had been a benevolent master, a protector, despite what many liked to say about him. Some had called him a tyrant, but only now they were realizing what a tyrant Killer was truly like. Now that he was gone and his power was unleashed on earth by others, with evil intent, the mortals were learning just how helpless they truly were.

Alexis walked a few steps forwards, into the "colony", or better, the wasteland covered in little huddled bodies surrounded by assorted junk. The "ground", which was really obsidian flesh and muscle, trembled violently and flexed with vigor, causing some discomfort even for her, unnerving as it was. The mortals looked up at her in pure terror, eyes open wide in confusion and fear. The males, of all species and ages, were shrinking down and becoming scrawny at terrifying speed. Day after day they decayed, slowly crushed out of existence by the overwhelming, supernatural, hypervirile force that dominated the whole world. For Alexis and the Disciples it was a delight, a tonic that helped them going, that aided their regeneration and somewhat eased the pain of being separated from Killer... but for the mortals it was a torment. The air was almost as thick as concrete, lurid with the stench of the ultragod's masculinity, making them all feel like the liger was crushing them under his sweaty balls. The Horrors smelled of him, carried his corruption, spread his virility, contaminating the whole planet. The mortals struggled to breath, and every time they filled their lungs they poisoned themselves. The males were consumed rapidly, their bodies changing and steadily shifting towards the feminine state, adding to the terror and shock. The females, on the other hand, were all horrendously, heavily pregnant. All of them, without exception. Even the children. Even the babies, as soon as they were born they had already painfully swollen bellies, dominated by huge sperms filling them up and ready to generate new life. Many women, and most of the children, could not survive those obscene, enormous pregnancies and they died, literally crushed under the weight of their swollen bellies. But they weren't safe, not even in death, as the liger-like, corrupt beasts growing into them kept developing even within the corpses, until they brutally tore their way out... and what little gore remained was quickly absorbed into the "ground". Alexis swallowed thickly as she walked past some of those suffering women, who looked up at her in terror, sweat rolling down their faces as they vainly sought a position that would give them a little bit of relief.

Alexis was horrified and aroused at the same time. She felt rivulets of her hot desire rolling down her spectacular quads, her muscles flexing as she closed her eyes and listened for a brief moment to that inferno. Crying, sobbing, groaning, insane laughter, shouted praise from wide-eyed zealots who thought their complete devotion would gain them a smudge of favor, the trembling of the ground and the distant, thunderous, masculine roars and snarls delivered in Killer's deep, big-balled voice. It was a monstrous cacophony... and one that delighted her. Many times she had dreamed of a universe completely bent to Killer's every whim, completely in awe of his power, with the laws of reality shattered and replaced by His laws, and this was the closest she had ever got to witnessing that merciless, glorious reign. It was just a hint of what he could do, just a glimpse of a future in which he ruled supreme, eternal and limitless... and already it made her legs deliciously shaky and made her black fleshed labia moist with hunger. It was the only distraction she had from the nightmare of separation and from the frustration of having no clue, no path to follow that would lead her to him. And even though it made her feel somewhat guilty, she filled her eyes with the sight, and breathed in to fill her lungs with that thick, hot air that smelled so strongly of him.

She moved past a couple of smaller but still impressive Horrors that she had freed from their Spirit devices in earlier combat. They bowed their heads to her, waiting patiently for her command, but for now she didn't think it would be too wise to send them out against their brethren as well. She wanted to see how her... new pet... did, first. They could defend the colony, for the moment. It was already plenty helpful, and whether by chance or by choice, the attacking beasts had avoided that camp from the moment in which the two great monsters had made it their home.

She turned slightly to the side, looking towards the north and making a bit of a grimace at the absence of the cool breeze, if not of a properly cold wind, that in the past would have been guaranteed. Kesteven was in that direction, behind a ridge of mountains which now were nothing but titanic tangles of leviathan tentacles that flailed threateningly against the sky. There was no snow. No white, no green. Only black. Even the ocean was quickly giving in: the blood red waters of the prophecy were steadily turning black, bubbling with their deadly heat and becoming dense and terribly sticky as Killer's masculine strength and corruption mixed together and invaded the seas. The flooded valleys and fjords already bubbled with the thick cocksludge, which was so dense that it was now possible to walk upon the waters as if they were dry land... but for the fact that the black slime was tremendously sticky and could easily imprison anyone who tried crossing the sea on foot.

Kesteven itself was gone. Not even the ruins were left, swallowed by the mutating, fleshy ground. Only memories remained of the great city and of the castle, and the colony there looked much the same as the camp where she stood. People there complain a lot less, though.

She glared a bit at the mortals curled up on the ground, annoyed by the thoughts that came from their minds. She tried not to listen, she tried not to read their thoughts, but mortal minds were weak and vulnerable and almost completely transparent. Even as she tried to metaphorically look away, she could hear the endless whispering and couldn't help but understand at least part of it.

Killer always hated whispering, but in the most intimate of moments. Always grated on his nerves... and gods, is it ever starting to grate on mine too...

The camp where she stood was one of several built around border towns. It was within what had been the Empire's territory, but it was very close to the border with Northern Ire, and it had been flooded with refugees from the south. Their historical bitterness against tigers in general and Killer in particular had only grown stronger with the latest events, so it wasn't surprising that half of their thoughts were venomous curses. Alexis tried to tolerate them only because she genuinely pitied them: they had lost everything, it was undeniable. They were powerless slaves to their fate, and if they looked towards the west and the south, they could see what little was left of their once proud and arrogant country: some mountain ridges that poked out of a bubbling sea, half crimson and half black, with the black tide steadily expanding. Much of Ire was flat, with vast plains, some of which arid and some others incredibly fertile. Obviously, when the ocean had swelled up it had rapidly devoured all those plains and valleys, sparing only the higher ground, mostly concentrated near the border with the Northlands. With Ire's resources well and truly exhausted and its armed forces almost completely annihilated, the survivors had all rushed into the colonies and camps set up by Killer and his allies. Gratitude on their part, though, was still pretty rare.

"It is quite a sight, isn't it...?" A voice calmly asked, and Alexis nodded slightly, unsure about what to say in return. She didn't know Seth Huxley too well; they had spent relatively little time together and much of it had been during hectic war planning sessions, or actual battles. She had heard much about him, though, since his decisions as king of Kesteven had driven the politics of most of the rest of the Northlands. He was known as a great reformer and an illuminated king who had almost single-handedly forced the kingdoms of the north to modernize and reconnect with the rest of the world. Moreover, she had heard plenty of stories about him from Killer, who had always venerated his father and considered him the highest of examples to follow, not just in matters of state. The massive male was not quite as imposing as Killer, but had otherwise few rivals. His days of battlefield glory were distant enough in time to have become a background to his reputation of peace maker, diplomat and leader of peoples, but in his days he had been a conqueror as fearless and as admired as his son, and his body made evident why.

In truth, of course, his current body no longer was his original one. Seth's soul had been snatched out of the hands of the Reapers after they killed him at the Ice Temple, and Alexis had created a whole new body for him. "I have yet to thank you properly for... bringing me back to life. Being a spirit was... interesting, but also quite traumatic." Seth softly said, offering her a warm smile. "You have been very generous to me, Alexis. The new body is... a considerable upgrade on the old one, weird as it is for me to say so. Thank you."

Alexis shrugged a bit, then simply replied: "We need you to be strong. We need your help, and I know Killer would have wanted nothing less for his father. But I didn't add much... you were in plenty good shape. I suppose I just removed some ailments caused by age."

"Oh, no. You did a lot more than that, believe me." Seth cheerfully replied, before his smile widened a bit as he winked at her and added: "And Isis sends her thanks as well."

Alexis couldn't help but smirk the slightest bit at that, but she did not comment. Used to Killer's proportions, she had unconsciously added a good few inches to the king's already more than regal endowment. The queen, apparently, did not mind.

"You have accomplished a miracle, Alexis... even gods do not usually bring back people from the dead. Elelyon says that it requires a lot of power, more than most have." Seth quietly said, looking up at her for a moment, smiling as he admired the beauty and power of her form. "It really shows just how strong you've become."

"It was actually very easy." Alexis absently replied, shrugging a bit. "But I didn't quite bring you back. Kaya saved you by securing your soul. Putting that into a new body wasn't much harder than modifying a body when adopting a Disciple."

"Well, in any case, thank you. It's good to be back... and I'm glad it didn't cause you too much of a distraction, then." Seth gently replied, before turning back to look at the suffering mortals, making a grimace of horror at the sight of their miserable state. "I'm worried about them, Alexis... they need their own miracle, and fast. There will soon be no males left at all, and those who don't change are committing suicide at an unsustainable rate. The women aren't doing any better. We are losing them all."

"I know." Alexis quietly admitted. "I've already thought about it, but I can't really help them. Any relief I can give would be very short lived, as long as the Horrors keep coming."

Seth nodded quietly, then looked down thoughtfully for a few long and awkward moments before observing: "But you... you also don't want to destroy the beasts in their bellies, do you...?"

"Admittedly, I'd rather not to." Alexis sincerely replied, before her expression hardened as she added: "You can't hear their thoughts, but I can. It was enough for Killer to... to vanish from sight... for a moment, and they immediately started turning their backs to him. I value the content of those bellies much more than the bellies themselves. The content comes from Killer, and I don't want to harm anything that comes from him if I can avoid it."

"Be reasonable, Alexis." Seth calmly said. "You know as well as me that Killer does not want this. That these are not creatures he is bringing to life consciously, and less than ever voluntarily."

"That's true, but I'm... I'm not sure I want to hurt them anyway." Alexis replied, before sighing and shaking her head as she admitted: "Look, I'll be frank: part of me likes this. Part of me is happy for their suffering. It punishes them for their betrayal, for their selfishness, for their envy."

"Wouldn't you be envious, though, if you were in their place and had to look up at someone else enjoying your power?" Seth quietly asked, and Alexis grumbled something before falling silent, grimacing in a mix of shame and irritation. It was true, after all. They couldn't possibly be blamed for that one thing: how could they not be envious of such crushing, overwhelming, absolute power?

"I'd be furious." Alexis admitted after a moment, but she shook her head slowly and added: "But I can't do anything about it all the same. I could crush all of those growing creatures out of existence, but they'd get pregnant all over again, right at the same moment. No one can save them, other than Killer himself." She paused, then mused on the matter for a little while and finally added: "I might be able to sedate them, though. Put them in a state in which they'll be less able to think about their troubles and their pain. It'll make it... at least a little bit easier."

"That would be fantastic." Seth gratefully said, before falling silent again. "It is not easy for me to look at the world in its current state and think that my son did this... even if unconsciously." Seth quietly admitted, after looking out over the boiling, bubbling, toxic black sea. Alexis looked over the same infernal scenario but remained silent, trying not to give away the fact that she was darkly and sinisterly fascinated by that nightmarish display of power. The king did not comment, and he kept quiet enough that she couldn't hear any disapproval coming from his mind... but she carefully avoided exploring his mind, because she suspected that he was quite aware of her feelings. "It was never easy to be Killer's father. From the very day he was born it was clear that nothing about him was normal. He was something more, in the good and in the bad. His strength was monstrous, even as a baby. Very early on he made it... embarrassing, to be around him. Even back then, the shadow he casted was a huge one."

Alexis turned to the side with a little tilt of her head, surprised by the king's words. Seth had never before shown any form of discomfort about life with his son. He had always tolerated with such grace that it never appeared to bother him... and when necessary, he had punished and enforced and taught with inflexible determination, as if his son's monstrous power didn't concern him at all. But moreover, it was surprising to hear those words because Killer had always felt on himself the shadow of his father.

"Killer has never had anything but words of love and admiration for you. For as long as I've known him, he has lived to be a king and a general as good as you. He has always tried to follow your lead, and act according to the morals you taught him." Alexis quietly said, until her voice took on a slight tremble at the thought of him. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down, to slow down her heart, and Seth kindly pretended not to notice her discomfort.

"I always loved him, and I tried my best with him. I'm glad I left a good impression in my son... but it was a bumpy ride. It wasn't easy to pretend I didn't care about his adventures back in the days. He didn't get his bloated pride from his mother, you know..." Seth said, smiling a little bit to himself, lost in memories of the past. "He gave me plenty of satisfactions, but... he also made me despair. For seven years he laid waste to the world, and I swear, I would have killed him with my own hands had I managed to catch him." He paused, then snorted and admitted: "Well, I wanted to, at least. In truth, of course, I was worried he might come back north and seek a fight himself. My chances of winning against him would have been very, very low, and I was painfully aware of it. That was the only reason why I refrained from making more attempts to capture him, or, gods forgive me, assassinate him. I did think about it... but I knew I'd send a lot of good soldiers to their maker."

Alexis grunted a bit at those words. They did not surprise her, but to hear them directly from the king's mouth was nonetheless pretty striking. Seth had of course considered the option of killing his first son to stop his rampage, to put an end to the infamy he brought to the family's name and to the hostility that he caused in the rest of the world against Kesteven. Killer's time in the south as a young prince had achieved mixed results in terms of improving relationships, since the prince split public opinion between slavish adoration and utter hate. But, of course, the "seven years of the fury" had been a complete disaster, shattering everything that Seth had built with years of hard work and compromises.

She felt personally offended and ridiculously hurt by hearing that Seth had thought about having Killer executed. She couldn't accept it as fair, even though he had more than deserved the punishment. Indeed, she had never expected anything less from Seth, as he had always put the law ahead of even the family, never according special privileges to anyone, no matter how he loved them. Yet, she felt her musculature tense and she felt the strong temptation to lash out. How dare he threaten her lover...! She thought better of it, though, and only remarked: "Killer never, never thought about coming back home to challenge you. He left exactly because he didn't want to hurt you. He never wanted to hurt you in any way."

"Over time, I understood that." Seth quietly admitted. "It is not rational, and it is not even in accordance with our traditions. Princes have turned against their fathers when strong enough to rule; that has always been part of the Northlands's ways. But it made sense to him. He was always loyal to the family, always. He tried to be loyal even when disobeying me... even when causing so much trouble for the kingdom. In his own way, he tried to always be loyal. For a while I thought he had turned his back on me forever. I thought I had somehow lost him... I thought he no longer had any love for me and what I had tried to teach him... But I was wrong. He was never completely lost." Seth's lips crested in a little, weary smile as he thought of those good news that used to reach his desk between so many reports of disasters and massacres. "Even in his fury, he had a heart still. Every now and then he would selfishly throw himself into a fight not just to destroy, but to help and to rescue. I remember how he once maimed a group of terrorists, freeing the kids they had taken hostage. I remember him tearing apart a dam when one country to the north of another had built one to condemn the neighbors to thirst... And I remember my confusion back then. One moment he was a monster, one moment he was a hero... He... he tried. He really did. He tried to make me proud and fix things. He tried many times."

"He is trying his hardest." Alexis confirmed, before smiling softly as she added: "And it is only because of how determined he is to change that I, Gaia, even Sekhmeth and all the others are trying to be better persons. It's only because of him that the mortals still have a chance. Only because of him if this war isn't over yet."

Seth nodded in agreement, and then his voice nearly broke as he said: "That's true, and I'm proud of him for how he is doing. Even if some things about him scare me... he is doing what is right, and leading us through the darkness. I'm proud of him, I really am... and I look forwards to telling him."

"He will be delighted to hear it from you." Alexis said, and it was true. Killer venerated his father, and longed for nothing like his approval. The king nodded, smiling softly as he admitted: "I don't think I told him before, but I should have. I've been proud of him ever since he settled in Kendrew. It was almost magic. After all those restless years of pain, he finally stopped in one place and... and he changed. Gods, he really did. I, and no doubt many others, could not believe it. After seven years in which he was more or less the devil incarnated, he became a good king. Forceful and arrogant perhaps, but a good leader. A conqueror, sure, but one that acted with honor, according to tradition and with mercy over the kingdoms he subjugated. He... he always was a creature of opposite extremes."

"We have been told that Light and Darkness both chose us and dwell inside our bodies." Alexis replied in a soft, yet somewhat bitter voice. She hadn't yet accepted that their bodies, their very own selves, were "contaminated" with such alien presences. "That has left its marks. He is capable of endless generosity and kindness, but also finds excitement in the worst of massacres. And I'm no different. If anything, I'm more merciless than he is."

"That might be part of why you get along so well." Seth replied, smiling in amusement. "I met you when you were just a child... and I was there when you were born, although of course you can't remember. And I just knew that you and Killer were meant for each other. Me and your father were both convinced... and admittedly delighted, as it would solidify the alliance between our homelands."

"So you tried to arrange our marriage." Alexis amusedly noted, shaking her head a little. "And when I found out, I was furious."

"Killer, of course, took the idea of an arranged marriage just as badly." Seth chuckled, then waved his hand idly and noted: "It was entirely expected. You were supposed to never find out; that's how I had planned it. We wanted you two to meet... casually... and we knew it would work."

"In the end, it happened. Even if not how it was planned out." Alexis quietly replied, looking at the horizon with sadness. She remembered the day well, and with fondness... but the build up to it had been terrible. Riaku and his army had invaded Glacial, her homeland. Her parents had been killed, and her efforts to defend the kingdom had been frustrated by the overall superiority of Mottram's military equipment thanks to the RA supplies. Riaku's forces had continuously enveloped Glacial's line of defence with a mixture of amphibious assaults on the sea side and vast air assaults with the use of helicopters and paratroopers. Glacial's forces had been repeatedly cut out and forced to hurriedly retreat to avoid complete encirclement and destruction, and in the end Riaku had landed a powerful mechanized force directly in the port of Zangwill and from there had rushed straight onto the capital, Glacial. When Alexis managed to return from the frontline to the south, it was already too late. Her sisters were held hostage, together with many others, and the war was lost. The memory of those days still burned. The painful intensity of those memories was only surpassed by the incandescent passion that always filled her heart whenever she thought of Killer climbing the walls of Mottram, Riaku's capital and fortress, to get into her bedroom. Fearless, handsome, powerful. Arrogant and cocky, too, of course. Killer had not originally come to save her, no... he had assaulted Mottram on his own with the idea of fucking Riaku's bride-to-be into a pregnant, bloated, exhausted mess right on the night before the marriage.

And Killer had done just that, as Alexis remembered with a little shiver of bliss. But that had only been the beginning. They had fallen in love immediately, with a passion that could not be described and that knew no bounds. They had recorded that ferocious night of passion and left the film for Riaku to find, and they had escaped together, racing back to the border with the enemy army following. It had been simply glorious, and had given her new strength, new hope, new reasons to live after days in which she had felt nothing but rage, frustration and grief.

"I... didn't mean to bring bad memories to light. Sorry." Seth quietly said, interrupting the silence that, Alexis suddenly realized, had lasted quite a bit while she wandered in the memory of that great day.

"No, I... it's nothing. It made me think of how me and Killer met, more than... the fall of Glacial." The goddess replied, shrugging a bit, before admitting: "It hurts, sure. But I've learned to live with it. I just don't... don't understand why I never found my parents. Not in Heaven, not in Hell. I would have liked to speak to them again."

"When all this is over, I'm sure you'll be able to find out. Your powers are expanding exponentially... there will be no miracle that you can't make reality." Seth reassured, and the goddess sighed quietly, not daring to say anything. Despite logic telling her that way too long a time had passed, she still hadn't given up all hopes. She craved closure, at least: she wanted to continue scouring Heaven's and Hell's archives and registers to find signs of their passage, to hopefully learn of their fate. Not knowing anything about what had happened to them was terrible. As long as she had been skeptical in an afterlife she had at least been peaceful in the belief that they could not have suffered any more than they had in their last moments... but after learning of Hell, of Heaven, of the Reapers' rebellion against Natural Law due to Thanathos's ambition, her mind often drifted towards nightmarish thoughts, especially now that Killer wasn't at her side to chase all fears and worries away. Had her parents' souls been used as nothing but food for some monstrosity or another? Had they been further tortured and tormented in the afterlife? Had they been turned into some kind of monstrosity and thrown against her? The thought that she might well have unknowingly fought and destroyed the warped, corrupted souls of her parents was hard to endure.

She cleared her voice a little, then turned around and looked towards the little, open-air command post that had been set-up to maintain communications with what was left of the Predators and of the empire's armed forces scattered around the world. "I should go, for now. There are more Horrors coming, and... Lunis. And the Audacious is missing. I'm losing track of things, I shouldn't waste time."

"The one thing you truly should do is rest, Alexis." Seth quietly but firmly said, looking up at her with concern. "When did you last get a full hour of sleep?"

Alexis idly thought about it for a moment, but she honestly couldn't remember. She shrugged, through, and balanced Wyvern on one powerful shoulder while absently toying with the bullet necklace at her neck. "Screw that, I'm a goddess. I don't need to sleep."

"You do when you're under so much stress and you've spent all this time fighting, fighting, fighting and teleporting across the galaxy and all over the planet whenever you had a moment for it." Seth reasonably countered, smiling gently up at her. "You are not alone in this, Alexis. You can take a break every now and then. Killer would want it, you know it. He won't think any less of you."

Alexis huffed, but the temptation to just... sit down and perhaps close her eyes and mind for a moment was admittedly strong. She thought about what to say and do, but as she walked forwards she spotted Siegfried, Killer's younger brother, bent over a satellite communications dish, working to try and establish contact with some of the missing units, mostly warships still out at sea, racing away from the ever expanding toxic darkness that was taking over the oceans and that could corrode and melt a warship into sludge within moments. Not to mention the Horrors, which hungrily hunted down the military as it represented more rewarding food; and the titanic, monstrous sperms that roamed the world and that could smack through a warship and cut it in two like a twig. "I... I just can't crash out right now. Too many things are going to hell, and I must put them right. That's what is expected from me, and I know you can understand that."

"I do..." Seth admitted, before cautiously warning: "But something will still have to give, Alexis. You can't be everywhere at once just yet. How many manifestations of you are up right now?"

Alexis made a grimace and waved a hand dismissively, trying to ignore the question, but Seth followed along and gave her a flat look, until she grunted and tentatively offered: "I dunno. One... hundred?"

Seth sighed and shook his head slowly. "I bet they are many more than that, and spread on almost as many planets. You can't overexert yourself like this."

"Yeah, well, I can't stay here and do nothing either!" Alexis bad temperedly snarled, before stopping dead in her track, chest heaving as she gazed down at the fleshy, hot "ground" without seeing any of it, or of the hypervirile sweat-like slime that oozed up through it. "Without him, Seth, all poetry within me is dead. I need him back. Everything else is just noise." She admitted, before looking up at the sky with a groan of despair. "I don't know what to do! I have no clue about where to search. I'm just... hopping from world to world, at random. It is nowhere near good enough. I'm failing him!"

"Searching for him like this is just a waste of time and energy." Seth remarked, speaking cautiously and trying to ignore the shudder that went through his body at the thought of how she might react. Nobody else had found enough courage to tell her the truth, and he had decided that he had to do it, no matter how dangerous it could get. Surprisingly enough, the goddess only closed her eyes at that, tensing visibly in a mix of rage and despair... and he saw tears rolling down her cheeks. "Put the search on a pause, Alexis. Put order in your ideas. Then let's work up a list of achievable priorities and get those out of the way first. That way we can actually achieve something... and that will make you feel a bit better already."

Alexis looked flatly down at him, clearly struggling to resist the temptation of just lashing out in rage... but then she sighed dejectedly and nodded. "You are right, of course. I don't think we have many alternatives at this point... searching planets at random is not going to work. Too many of them. And I don't know where to find them all. I cannot even be one hundred percent sure the planets I've searched are truly clean. If I haven't found all RA facilities on Earth yet, what makes me think I can find them on alien planets?"

Seth looked at her with concern as she shook her head in a mix of frustration, rage and despair, but he just followed her in silence, allowing her to dominate her emotions as they walked towards the "command post", which was actually about as bare bones and miserable as it could get.

"You know, what I really need is... I don't know. Just tell me that it is going to go well." Alexis finally sighed, quietly looking down at Seth. "Killer always trusted your wisdom and teachings over everything else and you've been right time and time again, so... tell me it is going to go right, please."

"Alexis..." Seth softly said, putting a hand over her powerful arm and stopping her for a moment, forcing her to face him. He offered her a warm smile, and then gently said: "Listen to me: I don't think there is any kind of power out there in the universe that could ever successfully keep you and Killer apart. It'll go well, Alexis. You'll be together again, and you'll fix this whole mess. I'm sure of it."

The goddess listened intently, then her lips crested in a little, soft smile, before breathing: "Thank you. I really needed that."

"No problem, Alexis. It's just the truth. I know what you are capable of, and we both know that my son is... yeah. Strong, in a word. He doesn't bend and he doesn't break." Seth added, offering her another smile. He was reassuring himself as well as her, but there was a strong undercurrent of truth in what he was saying. Despite all, he truly believed his words... and he couldn't help but grin as he added: "You know him. Cerberus will better make sure his wife is well hidden somewhere safe, otherwise he might just find her ruined for life."

"And it'll better be a damn good hiding place." Alexis amusedly said, her lips cresting in a little grin of entertainment. It was a very short lived relief, but very welcome. It wore off by the time they reached the margins of the command post and moved past a few exhausted soldiers of the corps of Signals that were setting up the emergency, fall-back strategic radio sets, using a large aerostat to deploy a long, cable-like antenna. They were trying to make contact with what remained of the armed forces of the empire and with survivors still hiding in the most unlikely of places. Old radio sets were proving handy to send desperate SOS, especially since many mortals still knew how to build makeshift radios with the little material they could scavenge around the ruins... at least where those hadn't already been entirely absorbed by the growing flesh and muscle of the corrupted planet.

Alexander was bent on a table covered in old maps printed on silk, resistant to wear and tear as well as readable even when soaked. Technology had almost entirely disappeared in the cataclysm, so the old methods had returned to the fore. The general and some officers were going through the latest reports and the radio contacts established in the previous hours in an attempt to map out the position of all survivors. Every last life was precious, especially so because the mortals were truly and dangerously near to extinction after the latest events. Alexis and the other disciples had been going out between a battle and another, reaching those stranded survivors and teleporting them back towards the few colonies left, so they could be given at least some protection. It was risky to concentrate so many people in the same regions, but it was almost impossible to defend them otherwise: the Horrors could wipe out those groups literally in a second, leaving Alexis no time at all to get to the scene.

Siegfried had finished setting up the satellite dish antenna and now was sitting in an old chair recovered who knew where, working on a ruggerized laptop which had taken quite a few hits in the last while. He was surrounded by tangles of cables feeding into sturdy metallic boxes containing other radios and computer sets. He had spent the last couple of days working to locate all the satellites that still remained in orbit around the planet. He checked their status and, if they were still workable, he then started working on the tricky part: hacking his way into the satellite and firing up its emergency rockets to maneuver it back into a position from which it could be useful. Not a single satellite had been left untouched by the cataclysm and by the subsequent movement of planets pushed into new orbits by titanic goddesses. Those satellites that hadn't been destroyed had been all pushed into absurd orbits, some of which brought them too far from the planet, leading to them ripping loose and wondering away in the cold infinity of space.

Alexis gazed curiously over to the young general, who was entirely lost in his delicate job, probably dealing with the cyber security of a satellite which hadn't originally belonged to the empire. "Cold", as she affectionately and teasingly called him, was her favorite of the two younger brothers of Killer. He could be exceptionally formal and stick to the protocol to the last insignificant delay during a normal day, hence her choice of nickname, but he turned actually easygoing and sometimes ridiculously scurrilous when out in the field and locked in battle, which included, in his case, cyber battles fought with bits and code. He had valiantly fought against Vera's attempts to hack the whole of the empire's armed forces systems during the early phases of the war, and the curses and grumbles he had uttered during that frustrating struggle had become almost legendary among those who knew him.

He was an exceptional fighter and packed a tremendous punch, even if only very remotely comparable to his big brother's absurd power. He was lither and shorter than his big brother, but still hulking and herculean, and many would say he had more attractive features, somewhat more delicate and elegant. Now, though, he was in a rather rough shape after constant fighting and days of endless work, without any respite. He had grown a sizeable beard that he had no time to shave... and, evidently, no intention to wish away. He had godlike powers ever since he had received his collar and had been accepted as Disciple, much as he still acted almost exclusively as a mortal. He could have easily wished it off his face, but to Alexis's amusement he had chosen to keep it. Before the war began, that would have been simply unthinkable.

Siegfried finally looked briefly up from the ruggerized laptop on which he was working, and he nodded to his father and to the empress, offering them a little, tired smile, before reporting: "I found another one. Within an hour I'll be able to restore a complete coverage at least for the northern hemisphere."

Seth expressed his approval, while Alexis couldn't quite force a word out of her throat. He had done great and deserved the praise, but it just felt so pointless and disappointing. None of those satellites could tell them where Killer was being held, after all.

"Vesta and Ira are coming back." Alexis idly announced, and Siegfried looked up with a frown, before almost startling as two portals opened almost simultaneously to let the two queens out. Cold still had some trouble accepting that Alexis truly could see several seconds into the future because of her ability to read the flows of energy around her.

The queen of Heaven immediately sought Alexis's eyes and gave a sad shake of her head, muttering: "As we suspected, there truly were some RA hidden cells. We found three large weapons caches and even a couple of underground garages filled with Unmanned Combat Walkers on life-support, ready to be activated... probably some of the crap they had supplied Taranis with. All easily disposed of, anyway. Nothing useful anywhere."

Ira listened, then made a grimace and gave her own report as high queen of Hell, grumbling: "Same story in Hell. Several hidden garages crammed full of their unmanned combat machines. Found a few other facilities as well, but none of the mortals in them survived the cataclysm. We found only skeletons and rotten corpses scattered around the machines. The UCWs are all hooked up to central power supplies while on standby, and were evidently ready to start up as soon as the command came."

"Parts of earlier RA plans, no doubt." Seth sensibly commented. "There was a time in which armies of UCWs swarming out of hidden bunkers would have put Heaven and Hell on their knees, but that time is long gone. They wouldn't achieve much against you two at this point."

"And that's probably why they didn't even bother turning them on." Vesta agreed, giving a little nod and smirking as she added: "It was disappointing sport to take those bunkers out, I'll tell you."

"That leaves us just as hopelessly lost as we were before." Ira muttered, grimacing in frustration. "Where do we go next? What do we have?"

Siegfried briefly looked up at that, blushing a bit as he gazed at the muscular goddesses and hesitated before finally clearing his throat to catch their attention. He did not quite dare interrupting the angry goddesses in any other way, as the energy crackling around their flexing, bulging muscles was more terrifying than any storm. "What?" Ira immediately asked, turning towards him with a half-glare, and Siegfried recoiled a little before rediscovering his own strength and courage to state: "We do have some things we could do. There are still ships and submarines out at sea which we should rescue, for example."

Ira grumbled under her breath and Alexis was tempted to bark that she didn't want to hear such insignificant things again, but Seth gave her a pleading look, begging her to remember their earlier talk, and she sighed and replied: "Map their position out. We are going to go get them all. We'll teleport all the ships here on dry land..." She turned to look at the bubbling, black, incandescent sea, toxic with Killer's terrifying corruption and hypervirility. "They'll melt like snow otherwise."

Siegfried nodded with a smile. He had already prepared a map, actually, but he knew better than to brag about it. Alexis looked straight into his eyes and asked: "Anything from the Audacious...?"

"Nothing." Siegfried sadly admitted, shaking his head slowly. "We have lost all contacts with them. They haven't surfaced in days and there have been no contacts between them and the satellite. The last message we received was the buoy's one. They had found their target, the "Sentence" and were shadowing it. That's all."

"In their conditions, surfacing is not an option and even going to periscope depth would be a suicide. Even buoys would be a huge risk." Seth commented, trying to be positive. "Submarines can communicate only rarely, it's nothing new."

"Especially since we lost most of the navy's satellites. Hell, both our ports are gone, swallowed by the ocean, together with navy command itself and the antennas of the extreme low frequency radio system. I'm almost happy they haven't tried to establish a contact: if they tried they'd be shocked by the silence, and even more so by learning of everything that happened." Siegfried muttered, making a grimace. Most of the sailors' families had vanished under the flood, washed away together with the port, the towns, the garrisons.

"What worries me is that I can no longer hear their thoughts. Their prayers, their stress... nothing at all." Alexis quietly said, looking down at the table with a horrible feeling of guilt tormenting her. "I'm afraid I might have... waited too long. I should have raced to them when I had the chance. I used to hear them clearly, but now... now there is only silence."

Vesta swallowed thickly at that, but shook her head and cautioned: "Come on, we... none of us heard any of the psychic distress connected with... well, death. And for what I know about submarines, it would have been a lot of distress. I don't think they have been sunk. It's more like... more like there was something in the way that trapped their thoughts and kept them from reaching us."

"True, but I'm not sure whether that comforts me or makes me more anxious." Alexis quietly replied. "Does the RA have the technology to do that...? Or have they hired someone... special... to do that...?"

"Thinking of someone in particular...?" Ira enquired, but it was almost a rhetorical question as she had already understood who Alexis was wondering about.

"Where the hell did Sikanjal go after destroying the Ice Eden? She vanished on us, once again. How does she do that...?" Alexis bitterly growled, leaning down over the table covered in cables, maps and assorted equipment. "She must have a base somewhere... and the Sentence might just be it. Few things are stealthier than a submarine."

"It is actually pretty likely." Seth supportively offered. "We were warned that something was heading towards the Ice Eden. The initial reports talked of some sort of ballistic missile, but our radars never picked up anything like that. Sikanjal flew in, low and fast."

"The first warning we got came from the Audacious itself. Their buoy was launched to warn us of what appeared to them like a missile launch from the Sentence." Siegfried confirmed, nodding slightly and univocally concluding: "I don't know if she headed back to the Sentence, but for sure Sikanjal flew out of it for her attack up in the north."

Seth confirmed with a nod. They had gotten their first warning from the air defence radars on Kesteven's mountains, but they had received a copy of the Audacious's report in the following moments.

"If she has taken a personal interest in the Audacious, they are all in huge trouble. They might regret not being sunk by a torpedo." Alexis mumbled, repressing a shiver of horror at the thought of what the demonic goddess was capable of. She was bound to feel, to literally smell in the air that Galen had Killer's blood in his veins... and that was bound to flare up her interest, with all sorts of nefarious consequences. She was probably going to want him alive, but just so she could torment him, use and abuse him as she saw fit.

Ira looked at the map of the ocean to the north of Lunis, where the Audacious was supposed to have headed, and she bit her lower lip before looking over her shoulder towards Siegfried. "Do we know where they might be?"

"Not really." Siegfried admitted, rubbing tiredly at his sleepless eyes. "The last message is days old. At 30 or 40 knots they will have covered a lot of ground, and we don't know which heading they took. Essentially, we can draw a circle around the approximate coordinates of the last message, calculate how much ground they could have covered at their max speed in all this time, and draw a circle. They could be anywhere within said circle... and that's some... like... a surface of 46 million of square miles of water. They could be almost literally anywhere in the western ocean."

"The fact that the oceans are turning into a black, toxic, corrosive inferno helps somewhat. If they are still sailing they will have to try and keep clear of the black tide." Vesta observed, but Siegfried dug up one photo obtained from one of the satellites he had successfully put back in operations, showing it to her and muttering: "It is still way too big an area. What are you going to do, take a dive and swim across the ocean to find them...?"

"I just might." Alexis bitterly replied. "Hell, I can't let them go. They have done everything we asked of them, and more. Galen and Sandy are both dear to Killer, and dear to me. I won't let them go without trying everything. And I mean everything."

Siegfried sighed at that, clearly exasperated by what he still saw as nothing but nonsense. He still very much approached problems from the point of view of a mortal, and so saw swimming in the depths of the ocean as a physical impossibility. Alexis, however, could have actually done it with relative ease... it was just a slow, inefficient and draining exercise, but far from impossible.

"I'm glad to hear that, Alexis. I owe lots to Admiral Sandy, and I want to be there to see the Audacious returning to port." Seth said, before giving her another pointed look as he added: "But let's go through this step by step. We don't know where the Sentence might be, but we know where the Judge is."

"Aye. And there is still a radio distress call coming from Lunis. The last survivors there are still holding out against the RA forces, but they won't last much longer. The Judge is demolishing the island bit by bit with her guns. If we keep pushing the issue to the right, there will be nothing left to save." Siegfried pointed out, before he sighed and added in a pleading tone: "Look, I'm worried too. We all are worried! But let's do what we can first, and work on the impossible later. My brother is too stubborn to let anyone kill him, anyway. He'll cling on to life forever just to show he can."

"The Judge has to go, that's definite." Alexis agreed, giving a little nod. "It's an easy task, I can take care of them right now."

"Come on, sister, let me have some fun too!" Vesta exclaimed, tilting her head to the side and giving her best puppy eyes. "Compared to you, I'm fresh as a rose. Clearing up the last RA posts in Heaven was a piece of cake, while you've been grappling with Horrors all this time."

"Same for me. You can send us, and get some rest instead. You need it." Ira reminded, and Alexis made a bit of a grimace, looking flatly down at both as she grumbled: "Turning the Judge into scrap metal would be plenty restful."

"Yeah, but still not like sitting down for a moment." Seth countered, but as the goddess still looked unconvinced, he added: "I'd like you to stay here, Alexis. We need to talk to Lord Elelyon... he might be able to help us with our problem."

That immediately peaked Alexis's interest, making her frown as she observed: "I asked him already, and even looked into his mind to see if he knew a way to locate Killer. He said no and I found nothing. If he has been lying to me, I'll rip him apart!"

"Not lying, no...!" Seth hurriedly reassured, holding up his hands and smiling uneasily up at the goddess, swallowing thickly as bolts of lightning crackled around her hulking musculature as it flexed and bulged with barely restrained destructive intent. "He'd never lie, and less than ever to you... I... just think there is something he might not have considered. That he might not have shared."

"The bitch!" Alexis growled, and Seth couldn't help but stare at the enormous bulge snaking down the leg of her leather pants, revealing the monstrous immensity of her cock as it flexed hungrily, visibly pushing against the strained fabric. In Killer's absence, Alexis was often in her herm form, with her unmatched virility on display. It was almost as if she was instinctively trying to fill the gap left by the male's absence... and it probably made her feel better in those moments of crisis. For sure it made her all the more glorious and intimidating, and Seth himself could only shudder in fear of her as she hissed: "If he is hiding things from me, he'll better lube up his little bitch ass. I'm going to fuck every last bit of information out of him. Together with everything else his little body contains."

"He... he means well, Alexis..." Seth offered, but he was painfully aware of how weak a defense that was. The goddess ignored it, instead turning to Ira and Vesta to say: "Fine, then. You can have the RA fleet. Get aboard the Judge and make sure there is nothing useful in there before obliterating the ship. I don't think they know anything, but... make sure. I have a little bitch-rag to squeeze."

"Sure thing." Vesta replied, grinning grimly and smacking one gloved fist into her palm, flexing eagerly. In a non too far gone past, she would have defended Elelyon to the death, but he had disappointed her far too many times, and if he really was holding back secrets which could aid their search for their Master, he didn't deserve any kind of mercy. Seth looked towards her in search of a kind word for God, but the High Queen of Heaven offered none, and when he looked up into Ira's eyes it was clear that the most the cobra had to offer was silence. She was tempted to tell Alexis to fuck him up good, but she refrained from that.

"What is it that he should have told me about?" The goddess asked, turning back to Seth with a glare full of irritation and impatience that made her simply terrifying, especially with Wyvern balanced on one shoulder. She was absolutely stunning, her beauty pretty much glowing... and the healing wounds, the faintly visible scars that were being regenerated away, the glare and the enormous sword crackling with energy made her presence crushingly powerful.

"There... there might be someone who could locate Killer." Seth said, hating how his voice trembled despite his best efforts not to show it. "The Sisters of Fate."

"The Moirai...?" Vesta mused, making a bit of a grimace. "Might be a problem to get them to speak. Moreover, no one knows where they live. Even amongst the gods, they are considered little more than a legend."

"Lord Elelyon is a terribly poor poker player. He just can't lie or bluff properly." Seth quietly said, shaking his head slightly. "I pressed him on whether they could be found, on whether they'd be able to tell where a specific person was across the universe... and well. He neither confirmed nor denied. But I get the feeling that he might be able to lead us to them."

"Let me get this straight: are we talking about the three bitches of the old stories, the ones that spin the threads of all lives...?" Alexis asked, frowning in frustrated skepticism. "Am I supposed to believe there's a whore somewhere in the universe who is handling the thread of my own life...?"

"They do so according to the Natural Law. They can't quite do what they please..." Seth quietly offered, but the goddess made a grimace, clearly not relieved at all. She spun Wyvern tip-down and stabbed it into the fleshy ground, then cracked her knuckles and muttered: "No, I don't like that at all. I'm not leaving the thread of my life and that of those I love in the hands of anyone, no matter what. Why didn't he tell me about this whole thing...?" She paused, then bad temperedly glared skywards and roared his name, and the previous Lord God, creator of Heaven and Hell, was forcefully teleported before her, his eyes bulging in surprise as he appeared up in the air and fell towards the ground. He landed on his feet with a little grunt, eyes widening in fear as he immediately gazed up at the towering goddess, pleading: "Please, don't..."

"Like Hell I don't." Alexis grumbled. "What is this "Sisters of Fate" bullshit all about?"

Elelyon hesitated for a moment, shivering in fear in her shadow, but then he bowed his head slightly and replied: "The Sisters are at least as ancient as Light and Darkness themselves. Some say that Light and Darkness might be their sons, or at least their creations."

"And they spin the threads of all our lives?" Alexis urgently enquired. Elelyon nodded quietly, but begged for time and patience with his hands as he added: "But they... they do not consciously decide fate. The strength and length of the threads does not quite depend on their decisions, but is determined by the Natural Law. They only act in accordance with it."

"Like the Reapers...?" Alexis venomously asked, and Elelyon swallowed thickly, shivering a bit. The Reapers were supposed to only reap the souls that the Moirai had determined mature for the passage, but had turned their back to the Law and followed their master Thanathos in his quest for power. Elelyon contemplated for a moment the idea that the sisters might betray their vows and nature, and he shuddered at the horrendous implications... but his mind rebelled against that scenario and insisted that it was impossible. "They... I'm sure they cannot, Alexis... if they betrayed their vows, they'd be warped by it and destroyed."

"Oh, yeah? By who?" Alexis coldly insisted. "How do the threads of life work?"

Elelyon hesitated once more, biting his lower lip and gazing up at her in fear of what she might do to him if he refused to talk... and in complete terror of how she might use the information.

"The Threads are made of pure energy. That same energy that flows inside each of us, in fact. The Threads are... they are like tethers that connect each one of us to the source of all energies. When we are born, a new thread comes out of the great core. As we live, the thread is spun and it lengthens with the years. It can become thicker, stronger and brighter if in life we manage to grow, to make the right choices, to improve ourselves... But unless it is the thread of an immortal, over time the flow of energy will inexorably reduce and the thread's conditions worsen with the years until all what's left to do is cut it loose, and throw it back into the core. All energy returns there, to be spun into a new form, eventually."

Alexis frowned at that, trying to imagine how it had to look like, and she felt intimidated by the scale of the task and by the immense importance it had. It was scary that those three above-goddesses could literally hold the lives of every last creature in their hands. But more than a few passages in Elelyon's narration made no sense to her. "You make it sound like those three Sisters are very, very passive. Either they are complete slaves to the Law, forced to labor to spin threads which they can't affect in any way; or they have far more power than you attribute to them. Have you ever personally seen the threads?"

"No, I haven't." Elelyon replied without hesitation. "I only once wandered too close to their cloister and their guards stopped me. But I begged and pleaded to be allowed to speak with them for at least a moment, to be given some answers, to be reassured about the meaning of our existences, to make sure that our choices are truly ours, not determined by how they handle our threads... but it wasn't necessary. They already knew I would come, and one of them, with great kindness, came out to meet me and let me take a peek, from afar on their glorious garden."

"So they can read the threads, and know what we will do next? They could look at Killer's thread and tell me where he is held?" Alexis urgently enquired, and Elelyon shifted uncomfortably on the spot before admitting: "They can gather information from the threads, yes. I... I believe they could find Killer."

"And why didn't you speak earlier about this?" Alexis snarled, stepping forwards with a growl of fury, her hands clenching into fists as she glared at the far smaller male, tempted to squish him into nothing but pulp. "Why would you betray us so?"

"I would never betray any of you!" Elelyon desperately countered, recoiling before her fury and gazing around himself in horror, seeking comfort in Vesta's eyes but finding them glowing with cold, merciless fury. The sight surprised and shocked him, squeezing all air out of his lungs, his chest heaving as his heart thrummed uncontrollably as he babbled: "Really, I... I want Killer back, I want you all to be happy, I really do. But..." He paused, panting hard before looking first to one side, then to the other, tears rolling down his cheeks as he spread his arms and pointed out at the tremendous devastation around them, finding some courage of his own to shout: "But this... this is Killer's doing! This is the monstrous world he has crafted; this is what he can do to a world and its inhabitants. This is what YOU do to the worlds you conquer. I can't... I can't let this continue!"

"What?" Vesta furiously barked, baring her fangs and stepping forwards, looming on him as she hissed: "Nothing of this is something that Killer did voluntarily! He is being tortured and tormented because he fought, and put his life on the line, while you were being bloody useless and weak! And because of your silence, we can't find him and save him!"

"This is more than just something they made him do!" Elelyon roared back through his tears, looking up at the Seraphim that had been his closest friend and most reliable of allies and guardians, terrified by the rage and distaste in her eyes as she glared down at him like he was a particularly ugly bug in her bed. "Do not lie to me, nor to yourselves! Killer loves this! He gets nothing but delight from playing with worlds and lives like this! What will he do once he is free, and even more powerful? This is worse than anything Cerberus or Typhon or even Satan did... this is a million times worse! What if he "saves" us from Cerberus just to turn us all into his toys...?"

"... then you will be his toys." Alexis coldly replied, without hesitations, grinning coldly as she added with terrible, matter-of-fact softness: "He will do whatever the fuck he pleases. He will take whatever he wants. He will change, warp, create, destroy, enslave, bless and curse as he sees fit. He will own and dominate everything and everyone and his Law will be absolute."

Elelyon shivered at that, opening and closing his mouth without managing to produce a sound, staring up at her in terror as she flexed her glorious muscles and added: "And nobody will ever be able to say or do a thing about it."

"It is monstrous..." Elelyon breathlessly cried, but Alexis shook her head slowly and replied easily: "It could be. It could be worse than even this, it could be horrendous... and you'd have to bow and sing praise all the same." She grinned sharkishly, and Elelyon again sought refuge in Vesta... only to find the High Queen of Heaven smirking in the same way and idly flexing her spectacular leg, showing off the large, crimson KO mark on her thigh, making it clear where her loyalty was. Alexis resumed talking in a soft, almost gentle voice as she remarked: "But why do you insist on focusing on the monster, when Killer has worked all this time to be a savior? You saw it in Heaven, in Hell and on Earth. Everywhere he has saved people, protected them, gave them refuge. And that includes you."

"Yes, but..." Elelyon timidly began, before Vesta briskly intervened to remark: "No but. For all your fame of goodness and openness, you are proving to be just as obsessed with Killer's darkness as the Righteous are. Yet it was your "light" that contaminated me and the others. His darkness, instead, took the burden away from our shoulders."

Elelyon looked chastised by the remark, and he seemed to visibly shrink before them, shifting uneasily on his feet before quietly saying: "I just can't ignore this display. I can't ignore everything that has happened. For all his merits, he... he is dangerous, more than anything else in history. He is a living apocalypse."

"He is, and you are just an impotent, microscopic flea." Alexis easily remarked, grinning as she squatted down before him, elbows resting on her glorious, bulging thighs as she still dwarfed him even in that position. Their first meeting was not so far gone in the past, and back then he had still looked plenty impressive and dangerous, even while badly wounded... but now, even though he was healed, he looked like a baby in front of her glorious body looming high and mighty. Alexis's and Killer's power had increased at a terrifying pace in the same period, and it was like an avalanche: it only ever got bigger and faster as it crushed the world all around. "A flea against apocalypse. How long will your hero moment last...? A couple of minutes, until Killer stops laughing."

"The power of the Sisters is too great even for you. They won't let anyone get close to the threads. Their guards will stop you!" Elelyon threatened, but Alexis only smirked and flexed her mighty muscles, leaning forwards with a murr of pleasure and hunger: "I appreciate the concern, little one, but by all means... let them try all they want." She towered over him, dwarfing him, making him look tiny as her enormous breasts cast him in their shadow, his eyes barely level with her epic, bare underboob. Her prodigious abs and almighty arms made him look like a child as her hands dangled lazily between her spread thighs, and that enormous bulge in her leather pants just seemed to point at him to cover him in ridicule. "You only have to lead me to their cloister. And if you don't, I'll make you. That's all there is to it. It's really simple."

"I can't." Elelyon said, shaking his head and retreating one step away from her, looking at Seth now in search of support. The king looked concerned and saddened by what was happening, but he didn't utter a word: his son was missing, his world in ruins. He wanted Killer back, and he was prepared to face even the most unpalatable of choices. "I can't lead you there. There is... too much power there. Too much energy. What would you do with that power...? I don't want Killer and you to devour the very energy that keeps Existence going. You'd break the Law. You'd break the Equilibrium. You'd doom us all."

"Thanks for the confidence." Alexis coldly replied, before grinning predatorily as she seized his throat in one powerful hand, making him wince in shock at her speed, which left him completely unable to defend himself in any way. Her fingers clamped on his neck before he even realized what was happening, and the slightest of pressures made the bone creak audibly as she gave it a teasing squeeze, before she lifted him clear off the ground, single-handedly, with no effort, her enormous bicep barely flexing at all. Her hand, wrapped in a black fingerless glove, pulled him up higher as she slowly straightened, and she fully extended her mighty arm, pushing him skywards like he was nothing more than a puppy. "Look, you little bitch. You are too small and too soft to have a say in this. I don't care whether you like it or not. If I have to rip apart your mind to get the info I need, I will." She paused and idly reached down to squeeze her humongous, monstrous bulge, her hand rolling down the length of her shaft before going back up to easily undo the heavy belt of her leather pants. Elelyon stared at this in terror, his body spasming in despair in front of her mammoth sizes, and his eyes bulged as he whispered: "N-no, you can't... you can't do this..."

"Really...?" Alexis taunted, before she lowered him down instead, spreading her powerful legs before forcing his face into her crotch, smearing his features into the monstrous bulge in her pants, making him feel the tremendous size of her cock and balls, forcing him to choke on the potent, virile scent coming through the leather, letting him feel her fearsome girth and giving him time to try and guess just how immense her cock was. She rubbed his face hard into her crotch, her zip scratching and bruising his features and the width of the base of her cock completely eclipsing his face.

"I am not afraid of pain and death. I will accept any sacrifice it takes." Elelyon firmly announced, and his determination was clear even though his voice trembled and his body shuddered visibly. Lord God was many things, but certainly not a coward: he had fought a long and solitary war against gods from other worlds, trying to protect the Anchors, and he had never given up. If he believed in a cause, he put all of himself in its service. There was no sacrifice too great for him, and Alexis could admire that. She regretted that things had to go this way, but she needed Killer back, and she was not going to accept no as an answer. Not even from Elelyon.

"T-there are things you still don't know, Alexis. I will destroy my own memory if you try to invade my mind. I will never, never give up! I can't let you get to that power. You'd corrupt it!" Elelyon squeaked, and Alexis snorted in irritation and growled: "I know you are ready to sacrifice yourself... but you say I'm a monster. You know what monsters do? They involve others."

Her eyes flashed with energy and rage and reality trembled around her as if in fear, before Lemuel was thrown out of a glowing crack in the air, landing roughly on his feet. The god of light swallowed thickly at the scene before him, trembling in a mix of horror and rage, his eyes filling up with tears as he gazed up at Alexis and shouted: "How dare you! Let Lord God go!"

"Shut up!" Alexis coldly replied, and the sheer power radiating off her slammed Lemuel backwards, sending him stumbling several steps away before he grunted helplessly as a tremendous, invincible force crushed him down on his knees, bending his spine with such violence that he thought it would break him in half. "I didn't want this to happen. It would have never been necessary had you been sincere to me and Killer, at least now, now that I need your help!" Alexis snarled, in a mix of pure rage and disgust and surprise and genuine pain at their stubborn refusal to help. "I want my lover back, and there is nothing I won't do to get to him and save him and have him back by my side." The goddess continued, speaking with such forceful determination that Lemuel trembled under the weight of it. "There is nothing sacred enough to be spared, nothing, and certainly not your platonic bromance. I'll ram so much cock in it that you'll turn into squeaky little girls, and if I have to use the blood of every last mortal to lube up my cock, I will!"

"A-Alexis, no... you... you can't do this! Be reasonable, leave Lemuel out of this... you are no monster, be reasonable! Please, don't...!" Elelyon babbled, squeezing uselessly at her powerful wrist, clawing helplessly into her muscular arm as he struggled vainly, kicking at the air almost comically. Alexis grinned coldly at that, eyes glowing as she hissed: "Oh, so I'm not a monster after all...? It sounded a lot different a few moments ago." The goddess clawed her leather pants open with a low growl, seizing the base of her titanic black shaft and hefting the majestic member up, grunting as the girthy length ground into her solid quads, squeezed between hard muscle and the leather of her pants, and Lemuel trembled, staring in shock at the sheer, brutal glory of that gigantic cock, retreating instinctively when it finally tore fully out of the tight confines of her pants, flopping heavily down between her legs, bulging with thick veins and with a terrifying medial ring that added even more to a already intimidating diameter. The glorious shaft jumped up eagerly, flexing with amazing power and already leaking a thick rope of black precum that made the two gods swallow hard, their eyes bulging as they admired and revered that almighty cock. "You are right, I'm no monster... but this..." She squeezed the thick base of the obsidian member, grinning widely. "... this is a big, terrible monster. I'm not the one who's being unreasonable. Bring me to the Sisters, and I will spare you, your lover and the lube."

"I'm... I'm not afraid of dying!" Lemuel exclaimed, even though his eyes were fixed on the gigantic cock and his chest heaved when the great member flexed again, bouncing with explosive vigor, seeming to mock him. "You and Killer are dangerous! You are tyrants! You... you took Elelyon's throne away from him!"

"A throne too small to fit even just one of Killer's big balls." Alexis mockingly snorted. "After all the mess you've caused with your mistakes, and after all Killer has done to put things right, was he supposed to just step aside and hand it all back to a bitch not even strong enough to heft his cock when soft...?"

"You don't even try to deny it...!" Lemuel furiously shouted, and Alexis snickered, slowly stroking her titanic black shaft for a moment, glancing down at him while her fingers were spread further apart by her already monstrous girth growing slowly, arrogantly, majestically, lazily rising towards erection. She flaunted her immense size in front of his shocked face and teased: "You are so enamored of your Natural Law... what's more natural that the law of the strongest? You think we should all take orders from your boyfriend when he can't even budge Killer's pinky...?"

"Tyrants...!" Lemuel cried out, and Alexis laughed darkly, starting to enjoy the moment. She had been genuinely sorry at first, especially so when it had become necessary to involve Lemuel. The lion had been good with them, and friendly, and helpful in many occasions... but now it was becoming clear that he had never been entirely sincere. He had never truly liked them. He had hoped to use them to restore Elelyon's rule, and nothing else. Alexis made a grimace at that realization, gritting her fangs angrily and then taunting: "You hoped to see us gone and forgotten once we had done all the dirty work, didn't you...? Sorry to disappoint you, but we are going nowhere, and you'll all have to get used to it. You are welcome to try and fight back if you want... give us an excuse to crush you like the bugs you are. "

"You are not the rightful gods of this world! Elelyon created it!" Lemuel barked, even though Elelyon himself whispered: "Lemuel, please, don't... that's not important..."

"Maybe. But we conquered it." Alexis easily replied, grinning as she threw Elelyon hard down onto the ground and then flexed idly, muscles bulging with obscene power as her eyes glowed with unmatched, terrible energy. "Come on, crybabies. Two versus one. I'm right here. Take it all back, if you can!"

The lion gritted his teeth and threw himself forwards with a roar, but he didn't manage to move forwards more than one inch before he was caught by an invisible, invincible hand that smashed him face-first into the fleshy ground, making his bones creak audibly... and before he could even dream of reacting, he was hefted high into the air and spun upwards only to be slammed down with vicious force, again, again, again, again and again, before the same force seemed to catch him by the back of his skull and shove him forwards, grinding his face into the ground until it bumped against her bare toes. Lemuel groaned in pain and shock, trying to look upwards only to see Alexis looming above him, her immense cock replacing the sky and casting him in humiliating shadow.

"Please, Alexis, spare him..." Elelyon pleaded, not even trying to get up from where he had crashed on his ass. "You know Lemuel, you know he is a good person, a friend and an ally."

"Not quite as good as I though, nor quite as good as he thinks he is." Alexis coldly replied, looking down at them with a grimace. "All this time, he held his nose while working with us. He always thought us monsters and invaders and unworthy of Heaven."

"You've done nothing to prove me wrong!" Lemuel barked, and Alexis shrugged, making a grimace as she coldly replied: "It's not important now. Nothing is up to you anymore. Killer owns you and everything else, and will decide your fate. Every day, we grow stronger, and you grow weaker. You can't fight us, not even in your dreams. The only way you can win now is by killing each other to flee from us... but in truth, even that wouldn't work. We'd drag you right back for more."

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. Immense and heavy, her cock was a mortal weapon even while still mostly flaccid, and the dark cocksludge leaking from it was as terrible as Killer's, making the two gods flinch and recoil in terror of what that mighty corruption could do to them.. The goddess was well aware of her power, of her complete supremacy, and she stroked her titanic cock slowly, arrogantly, lazily, flaunting her incomparable sizes over the defeated males. "Done already, you little closet faggots?" The goddess taunted, grinning viciously down at them as they trembled and struggled uselessly against the overwhelming burden of her psychic force bearing down on them. "Have you ever seen each other in the flesh, at least, or were you sissies to the point of never touching...?" She teasingly asked, and the two males blushed and looked down in humiliation and horror. How had she found out? How had she noticed? Had they really made it so evident...?

"You prude bitches were too scared to watch each other's dick...? I'll put that right, although I don't think you are ever going to be impressed by another dick after seeing mine." Alexis teased, before grinning as she used her psychic power to heft both gods into the air by the back of their necks, like they were nothing but scared kittens. Elelyon's eyes bulged as he half-hugged himself, blushing in shame and trying not to look towards Lemuel as she lion growled in discomfort and powerless rage, but even as God begged for her to stop, Alexis smirked and effortlessly dissolved their armor and clothes, leaving them fully naked. The two males awkwardly attempted to cover themselves up with their hands, blushing furiously, but that only made the goddess laugh all the more as she ordered: "Pull your little dick out, sissies... show me how puny you are. If they haven't shrunk away completely already."She laughed and flaunted the titanic size of her godly cock right in front of them, adding teasingly: "Inferior dicks like yours tend to find the presence of my huge cock destructive..."

Alexis's psychic force easily tore their hands away from their groins, revealing their fully hard, throbbing members leaking needingly with little droplets of clear pre. Somewhat unsurprisingly, Lemuel had almost a full foot of advantage over Elelyon, making the 28 inches of Lord God look almost childish, cute and vulnerable... but the comparison between them ceased to have any meaning as Alexis laughed and hefted up her titanic member, still mostly flaccid and curved downwards under its own monstrous weight. She rested her hands on her hips and laughed, letting her immense cock push out above theirs, hiding both from sight, completely eclipsing them with her leviathan sizes, making them both look like impotent children. "Look at you, I can't even see your dicks anymore, it's like you have pussies down there...." Alexis taunted, smirking as she stroked her titanic member, slowly reaching for the tip until she pulled her thick foreskin back and held her flaccid, godly cock up so that the vast cumslit yawned hungrily in front of the males' puny members, eclipsing them even worse as her obsidian member throbbed hungrily and swelled larger, growing greater and greater. "Give me what I want, Elelyon... or I'll gape your boyfriend's ass so much that you'll be able to crawl inside like it was a tent."

Elelyon looked horrified, staring at the colossal member with a desperate whine as the goddess grinned and teased her vast cumslit with one finger, easily shoving her digit inside her gigantic cock, playing with her slit as she blasted out a heavy, huge meteor of black precum which fired between Elelyon and Lemuel, making both stare in awe and terror. "And who knows what my sperm is going to do to him..."

Elelyon traded a look with Lemuel, who had lost all color and was as pale as a ghost, eyes open wide in shock... and he tremblingly asked: "Will you... spare him if I talk...?"

"I will." Alexis assured, but at the same time she unceremoniously seized Lemuel by the mane and threw him down to the ground, forcing him to roll over until his tight, virginal ass was up in the air, in easy reach. She allowed her monstrous cock to smash heavily down between his asscheeks and all over his back, bending his spine and making him grunt in breathless shock, and she snorted steam from her nostrils as she began to drag her colossal shaft backwards to guide it against his narrow entrance, landing a humiliating slap on his buttock. "But you'll better decide quickly. I'm not known for my patience." Alexis threatened, and Elelyon stared in horror as she held up her palm and summoned thousands of tiny, screaming mortals onto it, ready to crush them all against her obsidian girth to turn them all into crimson lube.

"Don't do it...!" Lemuel cried, and it wasn't clear whether it was more of a prayer to Alexis or to Elelyon, but Lord God shivered in fear and urgently asked: "Can you promise me that you will respect the Sisters, the place, the Law...? Can you promise you won't take over all of it?"

"I can't promise that." Alexis coldly replied, and Elelyon stared sideways as Lemuel rasped for breath and tried to moan a denial as Alexis's colossal shaft slowly, heavily ground down against his back, dragging backwards slowly, inch after inch, foot after foot drawing back. "You will come with me. They know you, and you can tell me what I need and what will happen if they don't tell me what I want to know." Alexis coldly said, grinning as her endless, majestic shaft finally slipped off Lemuel's back, leaving him free of that heavy burden for a moment... but the weight of her glorious presence was so crushing that he could nonetheless barely breathe, his eyes bulging and his whole body spasming in fear as she covered him with her much larger body, her muscular arms looming on either side of him and making him feel helpless and trapped. She clawed into the ground with her free hand, and kept the other teasingly up, her palm open in front of his face, letting him stare at the huddled, terrified masses of crying mortals cowering in the shadow of her fingers. "If they give me what I need... AND if I'm convinced that they are truly neutral and do not pose a danger to me and my family... then they can keep doing their own thing." Alexis easily promised, before her unholy, omnivirile, omnipotent cockhead found its way between Lemuel's legs, stretching them impossibly wide apart as he squeaked and he was nearly lifted off the ground, that colossal cock pressing against that hole that was absurdly, laughably, ludicrously small and hopeless compared to the leviathan that was ready to smash through it and turn the god into nothing but a broken, too small condom. "If they displease me... if they seem like a threat in any way... I will rape the three bitches into pieces. I think I'd feel a lot better if the threads of life were in my own hands, I must admit."

"You... you cannot be serious... I cannot help you if these are the terms...!" Elelyon desperately pleaded, but Alexis only grinned, her eyes blazing with sadistic delight as she seized Lemuel by the head and slammed his face into the ground, pinning his skull to the fleshy, dirty floor while beginning to thrust, ever so slowly, against his virginal, doomed ass.

"I could always lie." Alexis easily countered, before looking down into Elelyon's eyes, moving the hand with the crowd of mortals closer to her colossal black shaft. "But you know me and Killer. We have many defects, surely, but we talk the talk and walk the walk. What I say, I do. Convince them to be helpful, and I'll show mercy."

"You blasphemous tyrant! You monster!" Lemuel shouted, even though he couldn't even try to buck her hulking, powerful form off his back, frozen stiff by her terrible psychic force. "You think you can challenge the Sisters? The Seamstresses of Fate, builders of Reality...? The only ones at least as ancient as Light and Darkness! Ah! They will crush you out of existence when you dare coming near their cloister."

"I'd love to see them try." Alexis easily countered, and she was about to wrap her hand around her gigantic girth, when Elelyon shivered and then whimpered: "Fine, fine... I'll... lead you to them."

"Good boy." Alexis teasingly remarked, crouching up and letting him see the mortals vanishing from the palm of her hand. "You made the right choice... in the end." She calmly said, looking down at Lemuel with a mix of distaste and some regret for stopping at that point, while her immense shaft throbbed in hunger. "You eventually always do the right thing. The problem is that you fuck up a lot on the way there."

Elelyon did not reply, only looking down with a shiver, looking shocked and lost. Lemuel grumbled something, crying bitterly for the humiliation and the defeat and the powerless rage, but Alexis ignored him.

"It will take a few days to get there, even with your teleport." Elelyon quietly announced, and the goddess made a grimace at that, but listened with attention as he added: "It's at the very center of Existence that we are going. Where the Well of Eternity connects all the Planes, all the dimensions, all of the universes... even the Unworld."

"Let me decide the speed of travel." Alexis coldly replied, hoping that she could somehow cut down the time it was going to take. "You just tell me where to go. And you'll better not try any tricks, Lord God. My patience is well and truly over with you."

"I... I know." Elelyon quietly said, flopping down in a trembling heap, humiliated and confused and lost. Killer and Alexis terrified and confused him. At times they were well and truly saviors, but there could be no doubt on their terrible darkness either. Could they truly be trusted...? Could they ever be considered a good thing for Existence...? Was he helping the greatest of evils to triumph...?

Seth walked quietly over to him, and crouched down in front of him, squeezing lightly into the god's shoulder and offering him a little smile, somewhat apologetic, tinted with many of the same doubts and fears but also illuminated by hope and confidence as he whispered: "Please, give them some credit. Trust my son. I know, it's hard. But... he is trying."

Elelyon looked up with an uncertain expression, finding no words to offer in return... but he hesitatingly nodded. In a way, he felt ashamed for having trusted so much in the past, even Typhon, the worst of all traitors... and for having such difficulties trusting Killer now. He had told himself that he didn't care about power and that it was only right for Killer to take his place, but... was he really okay with that? He was no longer sure. Was he being envious, and jealous? Was that it?

Alexis turned her back to the god, making a grimace. Elelyon was a good person, who worried about everyone's well being at once. He could be a lovely friend to have... but he could also prove horrendously frustrating to work with. He was full of doubts, fears and hesitations and always to conform himself to the course of action that was Good, and Pure, and well meaning. It was a luxury that they could not afford in that moment, Alexis thought. They needed action, and quick decisions... and they had to be merciless when the situation called for it.

She turned around, and found Vesta and Ira gazing at her with little, matching grins, while Siegfried swallowed thickly, leaning back in his chair and staring at her with a mix of admiration and fear. "What the hell are you doing still here?" The goddess barked. "We have lots of things to do! You have your tasks, get a move on!"

"Right away!" Vesta and Ira exclaimed without hesitations, but, before teleporting away, Vesta turned around with a smirk and teasingly said: "I just couldn't go and miss the scene of you bullying god into submission."

"If you don't get a move on, I'll bully you next." Alexis replied, but she couldn't help but smirk a little, snickering as the queen of Seraphims licked her lips and hungrily whispered: "You know I'm always up for that."

They traded a grin, and then Ira and Vesta teleported away, vanishing from the spot. After days of pure despair, they now had a clue at least. A lead they could follow.

And it filled them with much needed new hope.