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_A new chapter is finally finished and ready. As always, comments more than welcome: let me know what you like, and what you don't. Sekhmeth is taking the lead in preparing Killer for the real struggled. It is time for him to see the true scale of the War to end all Wars. _

_Hell was left gaping in awe at the destruction of the Black Gates. It was shocked by the defeat of the Princes. It was seduced by the sheer power of the new god. But it was not crushed out of the fight. And in the distance, far worse enemies are drawing near. _

*Chapter 76 - Piece by piece *

Killer and Alexis found out, with no great surprise, that fitting into Hell was much easier for them than trying to belong into Heaven. Their dark hungers and their savage power were frowned upon by Heaven, but in Hell they were fawned upon, worshiped and revered. Vesta's suggestion of raping Hell into submission with sheer, brutal power had been a good one, and Killer's spectacular entry into the Underworld had gained him an immense following. The huge male had gladly accepted the challenge issued by the horde of Insatiables, and had savagely pounded his way through the whole armada, going from one female to the other, pinning them to the ground and fucking them into blissful exhaustion, crushing them into true, adoring submission. The immense orgy had gone on and on, for five whole weeks, until all of the Insatiables were reduced to moaning, broken heaps of abused flesh and bulging bellies overflowing with thick, incandescent cum. The Insatiables had fought valiantly, riding his enormous members with all of their legendary hunger, bucking back against his powerful thrusts as best they could, but none of what the horde could do seemed to do anything other than making Killer even stronger and greater, his stamina absolutely astounding, his violent hunger terrifying, his sheer power so terrible that no demonic army had dared marching against him while he was busy raping the horde into submission. By the end of it he stood easily eight hundred feet tall, his body thrumming with tremendous physical power, hundreds of tentacles as thick as tree trunks pushing out of his back and thrusting in the thousands of bodies gathered around his feet. Even with Alexis, Ira and the others taking their many turns on his twin, titanic black shafts, Killer had been merciless and his hunger terrible, and the Insatiables had been broken, one after the other, until the huge male towered triumphantly in the middle of the thousands of ravaged females, his tentacles dripping blood and blasting out thick volleys of precum still as he leisurely stroked his monumental black cocks, growling hungrily and still fully ready for more, his muscles bulging with power and his immense balls still heavy and full of his semen, like he hadn't even started. While the Insatiables had weakly looked up from the ground where they were sprawled in lakes of thick cum and blood and juices, Killer had roared in victory, rattling Hell, proclaiming it his personal hunting ground, and he had hungrily pumped his enormous cocks, growling an order to his Disciples, lining them in front of him, on their knees and with open mouths and extended tongues. He had jerked off, showing off his power with what was almost contempt, until he had blasted ungodly loads of his semen all over his Disciples, choking them with his thick essence, caking them in cum from head to toe, sending meteors of semen firing across the wasteland, ridiculing the efforts of the horde to wear him down.

And that had been only the beginning. When the Insatiables had tremblingly gotten back on their feet and regained some control over their bodies, they had been given weapons crafted by the blacksmiths of Heaven and delivered to the Wasteland through portals. Killer and Alexis had then taken the lead of the horde, marching ahead of all others, and they had made their way into the first Circle of Hell. The fortress guarding the monumental staircase leading down the immense cliff had been easily razed to the ground, and its garrison destroyed. The demon warlord that had ruled over the castle was nowhere near strong enough to worry Killer, and he had been crushed into slavery with ease, and marched on a leash into the Circle of Gluttony, his lost kingdom. The horde had rapidly swollen larger, countless demons kneeling before Killer and joining the ranks of what they saw as both an unstoppable war machine and, at the same time, a vehicle of peace, something that, through sheer, superior firepower, would forcefully put an end to the infinite struggle between Hell and Heaven and the Mortal Plane. Entire towns and villages and fortresses capitulated without conditions, opening their doors to the horde and begging for mercy, offering to the ever expanding armada shelter, food, treasure, slaves and, crucially important, wombs that Killer and Alexis eagerly filled up with their mighty semen. Naturally, not all towns were ready to embrace their fate, and many warlords stupidly chose to resist, barricading inside their fortresses and hoping to survive the rising tide. Killer and Alexis were delighted by those pathetic resistance attempts, because they gave them the perfect excuse to indulge in their darker lusts: they smashed their way through walls and castles, annihilated the armies that attempted to resist, raped the warlords and their families, enslaved them, and razed entire towns to the ground in brutal orgies of blood, violence and sex. The two lovers allowed their darkness to rule the world around them to extents they had never tried before: Killer's corruptive, dark fertility warped entire regions of Hell, covering them in luscious, dark forest and jungles where immense black trees were ready to rape and devour whatever victim incautiously attempting to cross the woods. The ruins of entire towns were absorbed into the hungry, mutated forests that grew within days, spawned by his seemingly omnipotent semen and even just by his precum, even just by his piss. Where he walked, the world mutated forever. He corrupted more and more demons into Insatiables, and raped others either into pieces or into mindless, drooling slaves and monsters and thralls that further expanded and strengthened the horde. Within just a few months, the Hell of Gluttony had been turned into a new kind of Inferno, one that had the look of a terrible, alive and sentient jungle of immense trees and deadly plants, of ruins overgrown with tentacle-like vines, of glades crowded with lustful, violent creatures that could be either beautiful, enchanting demonesses or hideous thralls, depending on nothing else but Killer's and Alexis's whims. And the fortress guarding the passage to the following circle had not lasted one second: Alexis had brutally played with it, uprooting its very foundations with a lazy glance and disintegrating the ancient castle, its monumental bastions and all the demons that had dared thinking it would be a safe refuge.

Entire provinces of Hell were annihilated and warped by the terrible power of the dark gods, and all armies that dared standing in their path were swiftly and mercilessly crushed out of existence. A mix of panic and enthusiasm rapidly spread through Hell, depending on how the ligers were seen: many saw in them true lords, divinities to worship and serve, to be praised for their fearsome power. Many others saw them merely as monsters, destructive forces that seemed unstoppable and against which no shelter seemed to offer any hope of survival. Many warlords now refused to fight, hurriedly opening the doors to their castles and welcoming the gods on their knees, crawling like maggots up to their feet to kiss their toes and worship them. Killer and Alexis were demanding masters that used the warlords literally as footrests while sitting down in their thrones and fucking their females into broken, exhausted heaps, but those who submitted willingly were spared and left in nominal charge of their castles and provinces... at least while the two gods were away. The towns and fortresses that had surrendered were like little islands of "civilization" lost in the thick of an otherwise all-encompassing dark jungle, and the horde kept growing larger.

And after nine months, the horde had at least trebled in size when the Insatiables had given birth to a whole new generation of demons, thousands upon thousands of new servants to Killer, the vast majority of which were females who were weaned literally with the dark god's precum and piss. The young Insatiables developed quickly, and Killer and Alexis were always ready to fill them up as soon as they were physically mature. There was not a single day in which the horde didn't grow larger and larger, and there was nothing that could be done about it. Killer was a perfect, overwhelming force of creative destruction: the more Insatiables attempted to drain him, the more he had to give and the stronger he became. Limits seemed not to know him: his hunger was infinite.

And a good thing it was, too: Insatiables became much more manageable and gained a much greater control of their own urges after being shattered, and at that point they could serve as quite formidable warriors, with powerful abilities of Lust combined with tremendous durability and huge physical strength. They became a good answer to Hell's mass-produced clones and to the endless spawn of laboratory-produced Paladins coming from Typhon's side of Heaven. For the first time ever, Killer had access to sufficient numbers of troops to garrison vast areas and to respond more timely to the movements of the enemy. His troops required a lot of "maintenance", but he was all too glad to keep them well fed, traveling regularly from Legion to Legion.

A weird sort of lustful despair was spreading throughout Hell, as demons watched in awe at the sheer power of Killer, both admiring and fearing hid brutal, unstoppable conquest, fearing the day he would come for their villages and yet, at the same time, increasingly eager to see him ruling over the whole of Hell, since Satan and the surviving Princes seemed too scared to come out of the Spire to fight him. Demons revered power, and Killer had it and demonstrated it by winning one battle after the other, conquering one fortress after the other, warping the world around him into his playground, while Satan kept sending out armies that were rapidly annihilated, and he never led them personally. The comparison was stark and unforgiving, and demons were increasingly shifting their favor towards Killer.

The liger, however, could not be satisfied: his savage campaign of conquest was meant to lure the remaining Princes and Satan out of the Spire and into open battle, but the hellish lords continued to refuse to take the bait, electing instead to stay inside their unassailable fortress, behind barriers of ancient magic that made it pretty much impossible to get to them. The Spire was shielded by immense force-fields powered not just by Satan and the Princes themselves, but by the Scholars and Scribes as well as by immense power cores that sucked enormous amounts of energy out of each of the Circles. Even Killer and Alexis had not enough raw power to overwhelm such powerful defences, so assaulting the Spire was out of the question, at least until they could locate and destroy the power cores hidden in the Circles.

In the meanwhile, the Princes continued to make offensive sorties both in Heaven and in the Mortal world: they portaled back and forth, along with their legions of demons, caused as much damage as they could and then rapidly retreated into the safe refuge of the Spire. Killer and Alexis had repeatedly rushed to this or that battlefield only to stare in powerless rage at mountains of smoldering ruins, and even though the family was permanently split across all three worlds in an attempt to garrison them all, there seemed to be no way to fix the enemy in place and fight a decisive battle. The clones were not a problem, as the Insatiables could face them in combat and win most of the time, while each of Killer's Disciples could quickly annihilate entire armies of them, no matter how large. But the Princes, or Typhon in Heaven, or Sikanjal, even, since she had returned to the scene after a long period of silence, were far greater threats and they were very careful in choosing when and where to attack. They carefully picked a target, struck them with savage force and then rapidly moved away from the ruins before Killer's revenge could strike them. It was a frustrating, bloody and painful stalemate that was leaving all three worlds in ruins, and there were alarming signals suggesting that Typhon and the Princes were secretly collaborating to create new genetic monstrosities to unleash against Killer. Even while Heaven and Hell continued to struggle against each other for survival, the lords seemed to be pooling their resources in order to create super-weapons powerful enough to defeat the Amon-Ra and his Disciples. Or, more probably, the mysterious RA was in charge of the genetic and cloning laboratories in both Heaven and Hell and was now producing anti-Killer super-weapons for either faction. That was Alexis's guess, and it was horribly plausible as well as truly threatening.

Sekhmeth had kept faith to her promise and had repeatedly intervened against demonic armies in Heaven and even on the Mortal Plane. Her intervention had saved several Colonies from annihilation, and even the most distrustful of all Disciples, namely Ira, was beginning to warm up to goddess of Destruction, as she seemed genuinely eager to help. She hadn't yet called Killer into her Sanctuary to train him, surprisingly, and the huge male was starting to wonder if she had changed her mind about the whole thing. He had still one stubborn Seal to break and much to learn in how to use his godlike powers to their full extent, since he continued to use only a small fraction of the skills and energies he had unlocked, but he kept lying to himself saying that, really, the worst part was behind him. The last Seal looked weak and about to snap at any moment, by now, so he tried telling himself that there was nothing to worry about. Surely if he could win all battles without using more than half of his actual strength that could only be a good thing...?

He tried telling himself it was, but he knew it was a lie. He needed to get better. He needed to control his hungers and unleash his power to the full. And it was something he had better do quickly, before the combined might of his enemies could bring him down or end the existence of the mortal world for good.

The time difference was a constant source of pain and headaches as he attempted to fight his war on three fronts, because time in Hell was monstrously slower than in Heaven, and even more so when compared to the Mortal Plane: one mortal hour equated to a good thirty hours in Paradise and an interminable 125 years in the Underworld, so traveling between the planes was extremely disorienting, and the separation times both painful and unevenly matched. Each travel back to the mortal world, however short, meant spending a literal years away from Hell's events, making everything more complicated. In Hell, many years of war had already passed and gone, but in the mortal plane only hours had elapsed since Killer and Alexis had left. Sandy was still maneuvering his submarine on the path of the RA's super battleship, and nothing new had been discovered. It would take several more hours before anything happened... and that meant centuries in Hell, and many days in Heaven. The complexities and frustrations coming from the time difference regularly drove Killer nuts: it was unlike any other war campaign he had ever had to face. Time zone differences he was used to, but using a unified Zulu time when the differences were so immense was neither simple nor helpful.

For Killer and Alexis, the greatest pain was in being away from Anubis and Mriya far too often, for far too long. Alcana's pregnancy had also concluded and she had given birth to a beautiful baby girl that, with Killer's blessing, she had named Elaine, but he was once more denied much of the joy of fatherhood because of the relentless fighting, and whenever he had to rush to the mortal plane he lost sight of her for years at a time. Elaine was already a young adult, training to become a Praetorian, and Killer had missed much of the time that had passed between him taking her in his arms as a newborn and her kissing him to welcome him back from a raid against a warlord that had refused to submit without fighting.

Killer and Alexis and even Alcana herself were denied the joy of spending time with their children, who were growing and maturing quickly, taking lessons from not just their parents but from Ira, Vesta, Gaia and all the others, whenever time and events allowed it. Mriya, in particular, was becoming a warrior just as deadly and flawless as her mother, a true war-dancer who could move through any fight combining graceful agility and monstrous strength. She was developing the same kind of energy vision enjoyed by Alexis, so that she could see into minds and into the near future of a fight, easily reading her opponent's intentions and pre-empting them almost every time.

Killer had hesitated for months before allowing Mriya and Anubis to join them in Hell: he did not want them to see Inferno and he especially did not want them to see his darker, vicious side as he raped, destroyed and pillaged his way through the Circles, but in the end he capitulated. Alexis, as always, had most of the merit for changing his mind, but he thought long and hard about himself and the whole situation and eventually decided that hiding his darkness from his own children was cowardly. He had to either give up his darker lusts entirely, or take responsibility for them in their entirety, and hope that his daughter, and especially his son, would understand, accept and judge him with kindness. Truth be told, he was especially worried about Anubis's opinion: the boy continued to amaze him for how naturally kind and understanding he was. He could use weapons with great proficiency and was not scared by the prospect of a fight, but unlike his parents he felt no urge to step into one if it could be avoided in any way. Killer and Alexis were brash, prideful, impulsive, and violent. Anubis was their polar opposite, a force for good with a steely determination for doing the right thing and for trying out all possible paths of peace before resorting to the use of force. Killer was intimidated by his son's serenity and kind heart. He adored them, but was scared by them in equal measure because he couldn't help but think that Anubis would see him as nothing other than a monster.

Killer had taken a decision only after Sikanjal had unexpectedly reappeared and annihilated a fortress defended by Seraphims in Heaven, razing it to the ground and killing everyone within it before he and Alexis could intervene. The terrible synthetic goddess, who in the long time spent in hiding had been even further enhanced with an ungodly mix of magic and technology, was a threat so fearsome that even Eaglenest didn't feel safe enough anymore. Killer wanted to have his son and daughter close, because he wanted to be there for them if anything bad happened: the memory of how he had almost lost them on the night of the Great Demonic Invasion was still fresh in the mind and it gave him nightmares whenever he fell asleep.

Killer had been terribly nervous when Anubis and Mriya had arrived, but Alexis was much more relaxed. The huge male was convinced that she had her own worries about what Anubis would think of them and their actions, but she was also convinced that he would understand. She was far less fidgety than Killer when they waited to welcome their children... or perhaps just much better at hiding her fears.

In the end, Anubis had accepted the truth without his love for his parents being damaged: he quietly urged them to find alternative approaches if possible, but he did not condemn their strategy of terror and their ferocious lusts. He absolved them in virtue of their efforts to change, to moderate themselves and to do what was right: they were working to end the war and put a stop to the warping of the laws of God, after all. They were never going to be heroic knights in shining armors and flawless souls, but Anubis was mature and smart enough to know that such heroes existed only in dreams and fairy tales. He could see by himself that diplomacy had little role to play in the end-all war that was ravaging the three plains of existence and it didn't take him long to see that the brutal warfare waged by his parents was the only kind of action that obtained results. Although for many, many years Hell had been filled up more and more with innocent souls dragged unfairly down into the abyss to be warped and used to create more and more demonic troops, it was still the Underworld: the vast majority of demons were far from innocent, and Killer's violence was the one message that they understood properly.

Demons craved strength. They revered power and needed a strong hand to forcefully lead them along, and Anubis had little doubt that his father's hand would guide them on a better path than Satan's. Anubis took relief from the fact that Killer and Alexis always offered a chance of redemption to those that surrendered and joined their cause. Towns that surrendered were spared, even if they were forced to pay a price to the gods. Even warlords that kneeled before Killer were spared, and they were even allowed to continue ruling over their kingdoms. If they demonstrated genuine commitment to change and to helping Killer in forcing the war to end, they were treated fairly enough, although subjected to repeated humiliations whenever the huge male and Alexis passed by their castles. Killer and Alexis were generous, but never failed to make very, very clear that they were in charge and that they had the power; all of it. It could get quite cruel at times, but Anubis had learned to accept it... and in a couple of occasions, his father had shown him that being too generous often did not pay back: a couple of warlords that he deliberately kept on a loose leash made a secret deal with Asmodeus and allowed a team of assassins to slip into the horde. Alexis had detected them and Pamela had led a team of warriors on a swift counterstrike action that had quickly destroyed them all. The traitorous warlords, of course, had been punished swiftly and savagely, turned into examples for all other slave lords.

What Anubis had wholeheartedly approved was his father attempt of talking to Lucifer during the battle, and seek his collaboration. Many years had passed since the brief exchange of words that had led to Lucifer leaving the battleground without further fighting, and the fallen angel still hadn't made contact with Killer in any way, but Anubis was firmly convinced that the initiative would bring fruits. Killer was not at all sure about it, because way too much time had passed without a signal of any kind being given, but Anubis's enthusiasm was so contagious that he had eventually started to believe that Lucifer would sometime pop up to collaborate. Or at least to seek help in kicking the crap out of Michael...

At the very least, it appeared that Lucifer had dropped out of the fight: he and Lilith had never been seen again on the battlefield since their first encounter with Killer, and they did not seem to be sending out their troops either. Clones, maybe, but never their real demons, their elite guards or anything else. He was grateful for that at least.

Anubis had taken a while to get comfortable with the "horde life", since much of it was destruction, violence, conquest and ungodly amounts of sex, but he had adjusted steadily and without ever making a fuss about anything. When he saw something that went against his principles and beliefs, he took some time with Killer and Alexis to talk about the issue, and learn the reasons guiding his parents' actions. He then put forwards his suggestions and recommendations, trying to get the two lovers to moderate their methods where possible, and accepting the right of their ways when they had convincing explanations.

It had taken time for him to accept the fact that the Insatiables around him truly craved their slavery and needed to be used and abused regularly. They had terrible and almost self-destructive needs, and adored Killer for feeding their hungers and being the strong master they craved. It was terrifying to see the embroidery of thick scars on the bodies of the most sadomasochistic of the Insatiables, the ones that craved the worst abuse, and the for a long time Anubis had retreated in horror from the sight of Killer hitting them, tearing them apart, ripping their abdomens open like candy wraps to eat their insides while they moaned and trembled in agony and delight upon a stone altar or hanging from meat hooks pierced through their wrists or shoulders. He couldn't believe that anyone could possibly desire such terrible treatment and horrendous suffering... but over time, he had had to accept reality. Killer gently explained him the uniqueness of their needs, and eventually gave him a telling demonstration by refusing to abuse of his eager slaves. He refused to hit them, to wound them, to eat them, to rape them into pieces.

And it drove them insane, pushing them towards suicidal acts in battle, when they deliberately sought to be horrifically wound by the enemy assaults.

Anubis had accepted that there were things he would never be able to understand, and he had begged his father to take good care of his Sacrifices, the most needy of all Insatiables... and while he was still all too glad to stay away from the bloody feasts his father and his mother indulged into, he had seen and heard enough to discover and appreciate the unique flavor of kindness and gentleness that the bloody violence integrated. Killer and Alexis treated their servants with true affection, even when they snarled and destroyed and fucked bodies into bloody, broken heaps. There was a kindness that was evident, cold and callous, a mere manifestation of complete dominance, but there was also a hidden but profound care, a genuine concern for the needs of those special creatures.

The Insatiables had once been normal mortals, with normal lives and hungers, and Killer had destroyed their lives and their bodies and their minds. He couldn't change the past nor "fix" what they had become in Hell, but he could and did treat them as well as he could, protecting them, helping them, and, of course, satisfying their torturous thirst, that no one else was able to clench. Killer never sought to justify the terrible violence he had inflicted on them as mortals, turning them in the tragic creatures they now where. He took full responsibility for his crimes and he was determined to pay for them, and to make up for them by fixing the world, and Anubis could only appreciate his efforts.

Polar opposite to her brother in some ways, Mriya had had very little, if any, difficulty in fitting into the horde. If anything, she fit in too easily and too well for his father's liking. She had no problem at all with the obscene violence around her, and she considered it only right that her father's strength would crush the world around him into submission. Her first impact with demons had been particularly traumatic and Killer couldn't help wondering if that had to do with her pleasure in seeing him destroy and annihilate towns and villages of Hell, but it probably had little to no real relevance to her behavior since she loved Ira, who she saw and treated as a big sister, and also got along very well with the Insatiables and with the other demons that had joined the horde.

She had been overjoyed to meet Pamela, who had given her mortal life to protect her in the night of the great invasion. For the two females, meeting again was a dream come true, and the captain of the Praetorians had become another acquired sister for Mriya. The other Praetorians, however, were still held captive somewhere in Hell, and that was another reason why Killer had attempted to talk with Lucifer: his hope was that the Fallen Angel would be interested enough in the prospect of collaborating to at least protect Nikita and the other warriors from the craving for revenge of the other Princes. Every warlord that they had taken down had been questioned and had had his mind probed and analyzed by Alexis, but no one had known anything about where the other Praetorians were held, and every day that passed made Killer's fears and worries increase tenfold. Pamela suffered that separation even more, even though she did her best to put up a brave face and keep alive the hope. The Praetorians were more than just her subordinates and more than just friends: they had been a close-knit team for years, and they had been united by their love for Killer and their friendship with Mriya. The idea of them being still chained in some torture chamber, subjected to the most atrocious torments, was enough to give Pamela nightmares every night. She and Mriya spent a lot of time together whenever there was a chance for it, and the princess continued to ask the Praetorian to train her in the arts of war and to tell her more about the ancient tradition of the warrior-servants. Elaine and Mriya were taking lessons from Pamela and, although Killer lied to himself about it a lot, it was evident that both half-sisters were determined to become Praetorians themselves, and that gave him mixed feelings, because Praetorians were more than guardians and champions: they were also lovers, skilled sexual slaves who lived to serve their masters in every way. The idea that his beloved daughters would join the ranks of the Praetorians aroused him and, at the same time, worried and scared him. To begin with, he was ridiculously reluctant to admit that Mriya could have a sex drive at all. Even though both he and Alexis had ridiculously insatiable hungers, he still told himself that his little child, his Dream, was too young and too innocent to feel anything like it herself. It was a ridiculous attempt to deny the evidence that Mriya had grown and matured, becoming an absolutely stunning young goddess who strikingly resembled her mother, not just physically but in character. To pretend that she didn't have a physical interest for her father was laughable, and Alexis never missed an opportunity to tease Killer about it. In particular, after rushing to the Mortal Plane to protect a colony that had come under intense attack, Killer had returned to Hell to find his daughter a whole sixteen year older than when he had left, due to the immense time difference. He had been away mere minutes in mortal time, because they had arrived too late to save the Colony from Asmodeus's fury, but that was it. His useless sortie robbed him of invaluable time he would have loved to spend with his young little girls... and had given him two splendid, divine beauties, glorious in their youthful freshness and, undeniably, eager to explore the pleasures of the flesh, that surrounded them from all sides, exposing them to sights, sounds and smells that could not leave them indifferent.

But the great male, who never hesitated when it came to bedding a beautiful female, was still unable to accept the truth about his beloved daughters. And not for lack of desire on his part, because Mriya's youthful, divine beauty made his blood boil whenever he looked over her muscular, tall, spectacular body.

Mriya, being Alexis's daughter, was completely aware of her beauty and of the effect she had on her father, and she lost no opportunity to draw his gaze, to see his muscles flexing and bulging with eager vigor, to see the flames in his sapphire eyes as he admired her and, undoubtedly, thought of the heat and pleasure that she could give.

Aware of his inner struggle about the opportunity of taking his own daughter, she had never approached him directly yet. She was amused and pleased by his hesitation: he fucked and bred regularly hundreds of his daughters, and nobody in the Northlands or in Hell would ever think badly of it: in the tiger kingdoms, the concept of incest was pretty much inexistent, as the kings had always bred their own daughters, among others, to expand their clans. And yet, with Mriya he couldn't help but hesitate. Mriya was special. Mriya was his Dream. She was his first and, to that moment, only daughter with Alexis, the love of his life. He loved her and cared for her in a truly special way, and Mriya only loved him even more because of it.

She did not want to push him too hard yet. But she had also made no effort to hide the effect he had on her, always standing close to him whenever he satiated his hungers by using and abusing Insatiables out in public. She was never far away when he raped an enemy town into submission and her eyes were fixed on him whenever he kicked a warlord out of a throne and sat down in it, powerfully fucking the demon's females into ruined, delirious wrecks.

Killer had seen and smelled her nectar off her thighs more times than he could count, much as he tried not to think about it. It was a lure he could barely resist to, and it was enough to drive him ferocious with need, but he was determined to give her time and freedom to make her own choices. Alexis merely smiled about the whole thing, shaking her head slowly and gently remarking that it was only a matter of time. Elaine, although a few years younger than Mriya, was not any different: the two half-sisters were very close, and were allies in crime. Together they had chosen to become Praetorians. Together they trained. Together they dreamed. And together they gently but mercilessly teased their father, using the spectacular beauty of their bodies to full effect and even deliberately playing along with their father's naïve vision of their innocence, making it even harder for him to resist.

Elaine was a dragoness like her mother, and had smooth black scales covering her tall, fit body, but white, rather than golden, scales over the front of her form, her face and the inner thighs. She also had several stripes of white scales along her arms and legs and on her backside, and all along her spiked tail.

Her eyes were a beautiful, bright emerald, full of life and intelligence, while her lion-like mane of long hair, for whatever reason, had ended up being fiery red. She kept it mostly combed up in a sort of Mohawk, with long bangs framing her beautiful features, and she could shoot Killer glances that looked innocent yet felt like hands gripping into his clothes to rip them off him. She was a formidable fighter, agile and flexible: her musculature was powerful and very well definite, but not bulky, whereas Mriya had a much more prominent muscular mass. Both females were training in the use of Pamela's mutant sword-axe-spear, and they liked it so much that they had decided, in agreement with the captain herself, that the weapon was going to be the signature tool in the arsenal of all Praetorians. The trio, in fact, firmly believed that Nikita and the other Praetorians still missing would one day soon return to the team, and they planned the future of the elite unit accordingly.

Pamela's job of training the two princesses was paying out in both ways: the tigress herself had gotten even more deadly in combat thanks to how complex it was to keep the pace of the two young females, especially with Mriya being always four steps ahead thanks to her energy vision. The captain of the Praetorians was in the thick of the action all of the time: when she wasn't busy with Mriya and Elaine she was fighting in first line in all clashes against the armies of the Princes, the RA or Typhon. She had taken multiple turns back in the Mortal World and in Heaven, and Killer had had to order her out of the fight in order to have her resting somewhat: if she was allowed to choose, she never granted herself a moment of respite. In large part, that was due to guilt and sorrow for the fact that her sisters in arms were still missing. Every time she stepped onto the battlefield she did it with the aim and the hope of finding out where the other Praetorians were held... and keeping herself busy was a way not to think about things too much. Resting was difficult: as soon as she slowed down, her mind filled up with bad thoughts.

Killer could understand her torment and he did his best to keep her mind away from the painful thoughts: aside from spending intimate time together, he stuck around her while she acted on a number of decisions about her looks. Naturally she had wanted to get her tattoos in place, taking example from the other Disciples, so she had added the "winged beast" on her powerful shoulder, the mark common to everyone in the clan, before selecting a feral lion, projected in a lunge, as her personal symbol. Since the lionhead pauldrons of her armour kept the tattoos hidden most of the time she had had the same symbols engraved in gold on the hip plates, so they were always in full view. She had also allowed several of her many scars to show, especially on her powerful abs: she could easily make them disappear from sight if she wished, but she saw them more as marks of valor and loyalty than any kind of degradation of her great beauty. Killer had easily understood her reasoning, and he shared it: she had every right to show with pride the scars left by the many battles she had won, and she had showed him such unwavering loyalty that each scar left by the tortures she had endured was a medal to her valor. And they could never take away anything from her great beauty. Even the long scar that crossed one cheek only added to her character, and Killer could only smile a little whenever he looked at it, as it reminded him of his own scar, over the eye.

Pamela had also decided to change her hairstyle, and her mane had turned fiery red, growing up proudly from her head and the back of her neck. She had collected long bangs of it into two braids at the sides of her face, with another much larger one going down her back. She had added a few more tattoos on her strong body as well: a dragon wrapped around her right thigh and a pile of skulls on the front of the left one, while her left bicep proudly declared her as Killer Owned, with a flaming K and an O intertwined. The tattoo worked well, as KO was also where her enemies ended up when she punched them. The idea had come from seeing a similar KO tattoo on many of the Insatiables. She had asked Killer about it and he had explained that, back when he was a young prince, he had spent years in the south of the world to study in a prestigious college and then into a military academy. It had been a way for Kesteven to open itself to the world, an attempt of easing diplomatic relations with the "civilized world" that still saw the tiger kingdoms as barbarian tribes like the ones that had terrified the world during the middle age, but it hadn't worked out well. The young prince had been treated with coldness, hate and open hostility from the very beginning, his presence barely tolerated and certainly never welcomed. The young Killer, surrounded by the hate of people he could quite literally squash underfoot if he wanted, had brilliantly countered their hate by making a constant display of his superiority. He had strived for excellence in the studies, and, with much greater ease, he had humiliated his enemies on the physical front, triumphing in each and every sport, again and again and again. The hate that at his arrival had come to him in equal measure from males and from girls soon became a boys-only affair as the women warmed up to the handsome, muscular prince of the northlands. Few things can hurt boys more than sexual humiliation, and Killer delivered just that, stealing girlfriends and wives, ruining daughters, bedding mothers and fucking sisters. Within months, the KO mark had begun spreading uncontrollably between the girls, then the women. It began with schoolgirls, it continued with teachers and with mothers. Fathers were reduced to poverty to pay for the privilege of having their wives and daughters mounted by the great stud. If they wanted to watch, they had to pay even more. By the end of the first year, Killer had dramatically altered the life of the whole town, filling it of pregnant women, disgraced cuckolds, mentally unstable boys who could never get laid and of young girls in slutty clothes and with their bodies forever branded "KO".

During the second year, Killer had made it even worse by entering the porn business, becoming the unrivalled king of hardcore and turning KO into a long series of movies that spread the "contagion" worldwide. By the end of his studies, the numbers he had racked up were simply mind-blowing, so much so that the whole world south of the tiger kingdoms was left widely scarred and cum-disgraced, left to gape in awe before his sheer masculine strength. He was hated by more people when he left to return to Kesteven than he had been when he had arrived, but there was a key difference: at that point even those that hated his guts were regular viewers of the KO movies. They hated him, yet jacked off dreaming of being him, even just for an hour, envying him for every beauty he conquered and ruined. And that thought had always entertained the liger.

Pamela had absolutely loved the story and the thousands of photos Killer still kept on his mobile phone, each one showing a different girl's face, half-hidden under the girth of his cock, and she had eagerly adopted the old mark for herself. Of course, she had wanted him to take the traditional picture, too... and in a heartbeat, the KO mark had resumed spreading just as virally as it had done so many years earlier, this time appearing all the way from the bottom of Hell to the pinnacles of Heaven's mountains.

Killer smirked a bit to himself, thinking of how enjoyable his time in Hell had been. Even with the war continuing, even with all pains and sorrows and troubles, he was having a simply spectacular time conquering and enslaving Hell, town by town, making a mockery of the Princes and of Satan himself, challenging them to stop him by destroying their kingdoms. His cock barely spent a minute outside of a clenching, ruined hole, and much of those brief breaks saw multiple tongues and mouths at work on his titanic shaft. Slaves eagerly washed and sponged and licked his body clean, again and again, yet he was constantly covered in blood. The Insatiables around him craved nothing more than opening their mouths if he had to take a piss. Their bellies were there to be filled up as soon as they gave birth to a new life over which he would lord forever. Entire towns threw open their gates and welcomed him on their knees... and, even better, some were stupid enough to try and resist him, giving him the chance to destroy, to annihilate, to rape. He could unleash much of his darkest lusts upon Hell, and he was enjoying every moment of it, loving the sight of the Underworld changing and warping around him, bending to his whims and changing shape to honor his strength. His Disciples were at his side and every day was a monstrous feast of blood, of sex, of violence and love. They were indulging in pleasures that they normally denied themselves, and it was simply glorious.

And now he was back in a castle that he had already visited several times during the years: he came back to it relatively often because it was a great fortress with very comfortable living quarters which were nice to enjoy after a period of nomadic horde life. The fortress was the home of a once powerful warlord that had been smart enough to open the gates and welcome Killer and Alexis on his knees the very first time they had arrived. That had gained him his life and the right to stay within his castle, even though he of course had no real power anymore. The vast harem of wives, daughters and concubines was another good reason for recurring visits, and Killer turned slightly to the side to trade a grin with Alexis, who was thinking the exact same thing as the two armoured Gigataurs at the sides of the huge double door went down to their knees and bowed their heads.

Two other Gigataurs opened the double doors from within the enormous throne room, and then kneeled meekly as the two gods walked inside, as the concubines rushed forwards from the two sides and laid down on their backs, forming a carpet of bodies for the two ligers to walk over. Bones creaked and sometimes loudly snapped, spurts of blood staining the boots of the two massive gods as the females on the ground moaned in need and reached up to reverently stroke their feet, whispering words of praise and gratitude, drool leaking from their jaws and their eyes glowing with lust. It was cruel, it was excessive... and it was the delightful new normal as Hell bent over backwards to please its new masters. The warlord was an enormous wrath demon with draconic features and a muscular body overgrown with bone spikes and small, fleshy tentacles. Impressive and fearsome as he normally was to everyone around him, he looked rather diminutive in front of Killer's massive form, and he trembled in terror as the huge male liger approached. The warlord hurriedly got out of his throne and went down to his knees, bowing his head so low that his forehead brushed the marble floor as he crawled meekly forwards on all fours, whimpering: "Welcome, my gods and masters. Your presence is an honor I do not deserve."

Killer and Alexis snorted in contemptuous agreement as they settled one foot each in front of the demonic lord's face, lazily crossing their arms as the warlord worshipfully licked the blood off Killer's boot, planting adoring kisses on each terrible toe-talon and lapping dirt and gore and dust out of the space between the toes, uttering words of praise at the end of each sloppy drag of his tongue. When Killer pulled his foot back, the warlord tensed for a moment, letting out a small cry of terror at the idea that he might be punished... but nothing happened, and he hurriedly moved sideways to lavish worship on Alexis's own toes, his teeth chattering with fear and his eyes open wide as he stared at the infamous ring of silver and bones on her left big toe, swallowing as he heard the faint, distant cries of anguish of Hades, the god of death that she had so easily turned into nothing but an ornament for her foot.

The goddess snickered in entertainment in front of his terror, then walked past him without adding anything, and the demon cowered in her shadow, staring in a mix of awe and panic at the flexing, bulging muscles in her legs as they loomed over him like towers, trapping him in the middle. If she wanted to, she could break him in half with a quick squeeze, and he was terribly aware of it as she moved... but she couldn't care less about his puny existence and she merely sat down in the throne to the right of Killer, the huge male taking the warlord's place with a smirk. He was the true owner of the castle and of everything and everyone inside and around it anyway... and the dark, corrupt jungle born out of his sheer virility pulsed and grew and seemed to breathe with excessive vigor right outside the fortress, as tentacle-like vines as thick as trains strangled the bastions and made the black stone walls creak.

"Take my boots off." Killer calmly said, and the warlord scampered forwards on all fours, reverently reaching up to grip the sides of the armoured boots of thick black plates, and he began to carefully slide them off, shooting nervous glances up at the titan, terrified that he might displease him in any way.

"Thank you, Master... this is far more than I deserve..." The Wrath spawn whimpered, pushing his features into the sole of Killer's sweaty foot, licking worshipfully up the thick pads and kissing the underside of each toe while the titan leisurely relaxed in the throne, smiling warmly as Pamela walked forwards, clad in her armour and wearing a red cordon that hanged from one of her belts and turned around her left thigh. The red color appeared also on the edge of her loincloth, were it also formed the letters KO: red was the color traditionally associated with command in Kesteven, and the cordon identified her as the Captain of the Praetorians. Vicky walked at Pamela's side, clad in a corset and a leather gown, her favorite dressing style, and behind them followed Mriya and Elaine, side by side, smiling radiantly to their father and clad in similar, casual clothes. Their legs were clad into jeans that had once meant to be baggy and loose but that on them fit snuggly over firm, powerful muscle, evidencing the shape of their thighs and calves. They were ripped and worn in several places, putting on even better display the strength and beauty of their legs. Mriya wore black jeans on open-toe high-heel boots similar to her mother's favorites, while Elaine favored heavy motorcycle boots reinforced with silvery steel plating, and urban camouflage jeans. Both young goddesses wore crop tops cut short, that left their glorious abs bare and that offered breath-taking hints of underboobs from some angles. None of the two had ever needed a bra, as their breasts were as large and heavy as they were firm and perky, standing up proudly on their muscular forms, stretching the cleavage cuts and with well visible tents at the nipples. Elaine had a grey shirt with Army written on it, while Mriya, as she often teasingly did, had chosen a black top with white letters forming the phrase "daddy's little girl". She was smiling innocently, but there could be no doubt about her knowledge of the fact that those words inflamed Killer's lust all the more. Hers was a loving challenge, an adoring torture made of pleasure, desire, and lust. The rules of their game were unspoken and unwritten, yet clear to all participants, and Killer, while tormented by doubts about what a good father should do in such a situation, couldn't help but love every second of it.

Anubis followed behind his sisters, smiling quietly at his father even though the faint blush on his cheeks still showed, signaling that he was still not entirely at ease with everything that happened around him. He was too pure and too tightly in control of his desires to ever be entirely comfortable when surrounded by scantily clad beauties, violence and sexual domination on the scale that his parents favored. He wore parachutist boots, camouflage pants from a Predator uniform and a simple shirt that evidenced the profile of his masculine front, and he was always ready to don up his tactical vest and armor to rush on the battlefield whenever an enemy army approached. As kind and reflexive as he was, he was a great fighter and he never ignored the call to battle.

Vesta walked at his side, and that was probably part of why Anubis's cheeks burned a faint crimson: the queen of Seraphims had taken a particular liking in the young prince and she loved to tease him, even though his sex drive was nowhere near comparable to his father's excessive, obscene hunger.

Killer smiled to them all as they walked up the few marble steps leading to the thrones and then took position on large, comfortable red cushions that were arranged in semicircle, on either side of the thrones, to welcome the Disciples.

The concubines that had offered their bodies as carpet quietly straightened and took position on their knees, forming orderly rows in front of the throne, waiting to be called forwards to serve their masters.

Killer and Alexis grinned widely, resting back in their thrones as the demon lord carefully settled the liger's boots down near the throne, licking the large soles clean and singing the praise of each and every little drop of sweat he was allowed to clean off the large toes. Then, when Killer was finally satisfied of his service, he settled one massive foot in the demon's face and unceremoniously pushed him back and around, and the demon meekly turned sideways, face towards Alexis, his body bent on all fours as Killer let out a little sigh of pleasure and dropped his heels on the warlord's back, resting his legs upon him, turning him into nothing but a living footrest.

Alexis smirked in entertainment, crossing her almighty, spectacular legs, the black straps of her boots groaning audibly as her muscles bulged against them, and the enslaved warlord immediately looked up at her foot, whimpering quietly and begging for orders with his gaze, not daring to touch her boot before being authorized to do so. The empress relaxed in her throne, stretching one leg slowly to push out her sharp high heel towards the slave, in what was a silent but very clear order. Three captive planets orbited meekly around the heel, their sun replaced by the golden brilliance of the sole of her boot, made of solidified light. A chiseled writing mocked the powerless bugs that inhabited the planets, filling the merciless sky upon their heads with the message "I own you", and warships turned into golden trinkets dangled from short chains clipped into the ankle straps, leaving the demon staring, lost in awe of her monstrous power.

"Did you miss us, bitch...?" Alexis taunted, and the warlord gazed up in fear and worship, swallowing as he once more took in the glory of the mighty goddess-empress, his body shivering with a mix of fear and delight as he let out a breathless cry before stammering: "I did, mistress. Your mighty presence is what gives meaning to my worthless life. Your seed is what gives life to this town, and purpose to the females it contains." He reached eagerly forwards with his hands, even if it meant supporting the weight of Killer's legs only with his arched back, and reverently took her boot into his fingers, adoringly supporting it as he began to slowly drag his tongue along her blade heel, licking along it as those tiny planets rubbed into his cheeks, making him swallow thickly, barely able to imagine the kind of power it took to so easily control the fate of three entire worlds. He took the sharp heel in his mouth and suckled on it, tasting blood and gore and dirt, and then slowly pulled back to lap along the side of the boot instead, cleaning the golden metal and tasting blood, death, destruction as his tongue slithered over the cruel pyramidal spikes of the sole, whispering: "My gods... I can only be grateful for being allowed to serve you, unworthy as I am..."

"That's a good boy." Alexis remarked, smirking in entertainment as Killed looked down at the army of waiting concubines, silently calling them forward, the huge male spreading his legs and resting back in the throne as the beautiful females crawled up the marble steps and hugged his mighty legs, hands beginning to slowly and adoringly stroke up along them, reveling in their size, in their power and in the sheer mass of his musculature as other concubines kissed his enormous biceps and massaged his shoulders, before eager, worshipful hands reached down for the thick belts of his armor, undoing the heavy lionhead clasps and pulling the heavy leather bands away, It took four concubines to lift away the heavy, elongated groin plate, revealing the loincloth that bulged spectacularly over the male's monstrous black shaft.

Other eager females crowded around Alexis's throne, massaging her spectacular musculature and reaching down to deal with her own heavy belt when the goddess spread her legs, leaving the warlord staring up at the obscene bulge in her leather pants. The garment was soaked in blood and juices, and savagely stretched out by a flaccid cock of seriously monstrous proportions, its python-like mass well visible snaking down one thigh, down past the goddess's knee. The warlord had seen that same immense cock ruin his wife and his daughters and his lovers, and he had had been showered in blood and juices while Killer's even more gigantic shaft filled up their wombs with huge, godly sperms, but even after so many close encounters he was left trembling in awe every time.

The demon trembled as the moaning, panting concubines worked to pull Killer's loincloth and Alexis's pants off, revealing the monstrous cocks, their diameters mind-blowing and hole-destroying, the huge shafts bulging with thick veins that were larger than most male's whole cocks. There wasn't even point in trying to guess how many average-sized penises would have vanished into the vast volume of such almighty organs.

And then there were the lengths. The goliath shafts were simply immense, seeming to never end as the clothes slid down further and further only to reveal more and more potent inches of black, strong flesh. The enormous, heavy shafts were many feet long while still flaccid, and to all that that power there were to add huge, engorged flared heads half-covered by thick foreskin. The monstrous cock-heads alone were bigger than the whole genitalia of many males put together. The immense cocks flopped down with heavy swings as they were freed in near unison, and the warlord whimpered and instinctively dodged sideways, causing Alexis and Killer to snicker as the goddess allowed the concubines to slide the leather pants off her feet, leaving her in fishnet stockings that were soaked in blood. "Scared, boy...?" Alexis taunted as her beastly cock dangled, heavy and enormous, down to the floor, covered in blood and juices and pieces of ravaged guts. Alexis shifted in the throne, muttering about it being too small and built for small-balled wimps, before sighing in relief as she pushed her enormous balls off the edge of the seat, letting them dangle low, heavy and massive, so enormous that they bulged with thick veins as well, looking like they would burst out of her own sack, too big and just way too much even for her own powerful body.

"He has good reasons to be." Killer playfully commented, grinning as he seized his colossal shaft right behind the huge head, stroking himself slowly as the concubines held their breaths and stared in awe, watching as the thick foreskin slurped backwards and revealed bloody smegma trapped under the enormous, protruding corona. Killer put his other hand gently but firmly on the skull of first one, then two more of the naked, beautiful females, and they uttered breathless words of thanks before nuzzling the enormous member, sniffing its potent, virile scent and reverently licking up the thick chunks of smegma, chewing on the dense mixture of his virile batter and juices and gore, savoring it like a nectar and swallowing it greedily down. "It's so hard to keep clean these days..." Killer amusedly commented, and it was true. As soon as his immense shaft was licked clean and shiny, he was already getting it dirty again. "Luckily, hungry mouths are easily found."

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, each loud impact causing the warlord to shiver in terror and awe, his eyes glued to the humongous girth, a mortal weapon even while still flaccid. Everyone in the vast room stared in shock and awe, arousal and terror, as Alexis flaunted her virility in the face of the defeated lord, beginning to stroke her huge shaft, her hand punching him lightly in the face at the end of each long pump, her cockhead covering his whole face and smearing blood and cock slime and juices all over his features, humiliatingly marking him as a slave, as a toy, as meat. The goddess grinned as her gigantic cock throbbed hungrily, and within seconds a full ten inches of length piled up as the shaft began to grow and harden, swelling even larger while she settled her fingers over a piece of torn guts and crushed it into her flesh, turning it into nothing but a crimson pulp that she smeared along the ungodly length.

The warlord whimpered pathetically, his eyes darting from one huge member to the other, his eyes open wide as Killer's enormous cock grew by more than one foot with each arrogant throb, thick precum suddenly blasting out in heavy loads that fired effortlessly across the whole throne room.

"You are so cute, trembling like that..." Alexis taunted, before angling her huge member to rub the tip of her cockhead into his face, before pulling back her foreskin to reveal the same kind of thick smegma that the concubines were eating off Killer's cock. "Here, you can have a taste."

"Thank you, my goddess, my mistress... I don't deserve such kindness, I'm unworthy..." The warlord immediately whispered, pushing his muzzle into the gigantic shaft and extending his large tongue to lap up a thick chunk of virile batter mixed with blood. He took it in his mouth, savoring its potent, bitter taste and then chewing slowly on it, amazed by its tar-like consistence and by its sheer strength.

"You are, bitch, but I'm generous..." Alexis easily replied, grinning as she beckoned for four concubines to step forwards and join their disgraced warlord in cleaning and worshiping her immense black shaft, relaxing in the throne as the slaves crawled eagerly around the seat to kiss and lick at her feet, to worship and stroke along her monstrous testicles, to massage her massive shoulders, to lick the blood off her abs, to clean her armpits with their tongues, to hug her powerful arms, to plant adoring kisses down her mighty thighs and to squeeze into her spectacular calves.

Killer smirked as concubines kissed and mouthed and lapped and ground their shapely bodies against his goliath shaft, their hungry mouths scooping up the thick smegma as if their life depended on it, as if it was water after a long walk through the desert. Hands, tongues and breasts ground against every inch of his body, the females moaning words of praise and worship for every single drop of masculine sweat, two muzzles pushing under his arms with groans of delight as other concubines carefully undid the straps of his heavy armour and lifted the plates off his chest.

"Well, where are your wife... and our daughters?" Killer teasingly asked, and the warlord trembled violently, looking slowly up with a pathetic, useless prayer in his eyes, his jaws almost glued together by the thick smegma he was chewing, turning his lament into a ridiculous gargle.

"We are here, Master. Welcome to this unworthy place that your presence blesses." A tall lust demoness with a crown of curved horns said. She had a heavy collar of dark steel clamped around her neck and a stretch of heavy chain dangled heavily from it. She had length of chains wrapped around her wrists as well, and a sturdy leash of black leather dangled down her back, ready to be used. She had already discarded the few thin veils that had covered her large breasts and loins, revealing drops of milk pushing out of her hard nipples and shiny rivers of desire rolling down her long legs. As she crawled forwards on all fours, dripping her juices on the marble, she looked fawningly over the two massive gods, knowing all too well what to expect from them. Behind her crawled a group of eight young females, reptilian like their mother but all with enchanting sapphire eyes and with stripes of black or white on their smooth scales. Long manes of hair crowned their heads as well, further evidencing that the Wrath warlord had nothing to do with their genetics They were young, shapely, tight and toned, and they were all virgins, just turned of age: Killer and Alexis broke them in young, and the two lovers traded a lustful grin, stroking their immense black shafts and loving the way the demonesses' eyes glowed with hunger, following every throb of their members as drool leaked out of their jaws and juice rained out of their tight pussies.

Further back sat other young demonesses, their heads bowed, their hands caressing their huge, swollen bellies or grinding into the blossomed lips of their soaked, dripping vaginas. They were all pregnant from a previous visit of the gods, but they were ready and eager to serve: if ordered forwards, they were ready to see and feel their swollen bellies invaded and ravaged by the titanic cocks of the gods. If possible, the awareness that the goliath shafts would completely destroy their unborn children only aroused them all the more. The queen-turned-slave had only recently delivered yet another daughter into the world and now, with her heavy breasts lactating abundantly, she was ready and eager to have her womb filled up once more. That had been her life for many years, and it would continue to be her reason of life for the foreseeable future. The same fate was beginning for her daughters as they matured enough to bear child... and the truth was that she loved it all. She needed it all. She couldn't help herself but look eagerly forwards to the visits of Killer and Alexis, and her husband had lost all relevance in her eyes. He was just a wimp that occupied the throne near hers, spending most of his time trembling and crying at the thought that Killer would be back. The same thought had the females of the fortress helplessly dripping their juices, their hands working furiously into their needy vaginas, in an unending, humiliating torture that the warlord had to endure. He couldn't dare touching his wife or any of the other females, who would viciously turn him down. He had to take their taunts and abuse in silence, while providing for them with every largess. If he allowed any of the females' whims to go unheeded he was guaranteed a brutal punishment from Killer at the following "inspection".

The slave-queen crawled meekly up to the thrones, glaring with distaste at her husband as she moved past him, her tail slapping him teasingly in the face as she teasingly displayed her soaked sex and toned ass in front of his eyes while kissing first Killer's, then Alexis's big toes.

"Who filled you up last time...?" Alexis mused, her tone lofty and almost bored, granting the slave no importance at all. She was just another womb between so many more. The goddess relaxed back in her throne while pumping her towering, immense black cock, which had reached its fearsome full mast and erupted enormous volleys of precum filled with mammoth sperms that made the slave-queen tremble at once in terror and in delight. The demoness bowed deeply to Alexis, then turned slightly towards Killer, moaning weakly at the sight of his own monumental cock, even larger and even more arrogant as it spewed out rivers of precum which made a mockery of any other male's lifelong production. She bent down to kiss his big toe and adoringly announced: "Our lord and master did, Mistress."

"Your turn then, Alexis." The dark god easily said, turning his gaze to the young, perky daughters lined up on their knees before him. "I'll start the reaping of cherries."

The young, eager and inexperienced girls seemed to melt like snow under his gaze, their bodies trembling violently and their eyes closing, cheeks burning red as they were wrecked by a ferocious orgasm, juices squirting out of their virginal, tight vaginas as their labia blossomed with need. Their eyes burned brightly when the lids slid back up, and they groaned in desperate, undeniable need, crawling towards him with short, sharp breaths that became almost snarls as they pushed their faces into the floor to smear his thick precum all over their features, their long tongues dragging over the marble to scoop up the potent, virile batter, their movements slow and torturous as juices exploded out of them again and again, his terrifying force making it hard to even get near to him. Every inch they moved towards him felt like ten inches of maleness ramming up into their unused passages, the force of the orgasms so great that blood spilled out of their holes as their hymens were damaged and ripped by how powerfully the juices squirted out, by how much force their passage clenched and flexed with.

He could have Killed them with his mere presence, without moving a finger, but he had every intention of using them, roughly and without mercy, and he closed his eyes and threw his head back with a snort of entertainment, easing somewhat the pressure upon them, allowing them to reach him, their hands seizing into his legs with both worship and disbelief, with need and relief, holding on for dear life and squeezing into rock-hard muscle as if to make sure that he truly existed, that he wasn't a dream. His power was real, his massive body looming over them, his cock an obsidian, blood-stained monument of masculine omnipotence as the simple contact with him sent energy cursing through their forms like electricity, their thighs rubbing together as panting shrieks escaped their lips, their bodies grinding instinctively into his legs as their nectar cascaded out of them, washing over his feet, where eager, drooling concubines massaged the fluid into his toes and licked it up with greedy growls.

"Have mercy on them, lion...! You'll burn them out before I can get my share!" Alexis playfully urged, grinning widely as she seized the slave-queen by the horns, easily guiding her forwards, forcing her muzzle against the underside of her enormous cock, tongue lolling out as she drooled uncontrollably, her hips bucking eagerly against the air as she spilled her nectar all over the floor, shivering in ecstasy. The warlord whimpered pathetically at the sight, but Alexis only laughed and settled one foot upon his head, the cruel sole of her boot digging into his skull while his lost queen ground her face against the sweaty, bloodied base of the goddess's cock, smearing virile cock slime all over her features before hungrily dragging her tongue over the colossal balls of the empress. "Hell needed you, my gods... Inferno is ruled by weak beings, unworthy fleas compared to your power. Your power will crush them all into the dirt, where they belong..." The queen breathed, her eyes glowing with hunger and need as she drooled thickly over the colossal shaft, tracing some of the thick veins with her tongue while working her hands worshipfully over the monstrous shaft, sliding her hands around the immense girth, smearing her saliva all over the mighty flesh as she kissed and mouthed and teased, grinding her form into it and marveling at its size and power, as concubines leaned in from either side to curl their tongues under the large streaks of precum dribbling slowly down the great shaft, while others continued to adoringly kiss and massage along the gods' massive frames.

Killer relaxed back in his throne with distinct bliss, looking idly down at the young females that were hungrily grinding their faces into the sides of his enormous cock and into his heavy, ponderous balls, and he finally selected one, leisurely placing one hand on her skull and squeezing lightly. She shivered and let out a moan of pure delight, eyes blazing as she bowed head forwards and suckled teasingly on a thick bang of hair near the base of his pillar of obsidian flesh, before purring: "My god, I'm not worthy... but your touch gives me strength and purpose. My life is yours forever. My fate is your wish, my invincible, unrivaled master." The other young girls looked at her with envy as Killer blessed her with a silent nod and a little smile, squeezing lightly into her head as he effortlessly guided her up to her feet, and she blushed furiously as he snapped his fingers and a concubine dropped on all fours between his powerful legs, acting as a step for her, allowing her to climb onto the seat of the huge throne. Killer easily took her by the hips and steadied her as she stepped up on the armrests, then went on the tip of her toes and gripped his immense black shaft with one hand, just beneath the massive head, as she stood above the gigantic pillar of maleness, ready to impale herself.

Killer allowed her to grip the tip of his massive bull horns as she dragged her soaked labia over the fat, colossal head of his cock, grinding her sex down against it and groaning in ecstasy as her juices streaked down the monstrous length, the female shivering in fear of his brutal sizes but rocking her hips hungrily forwards nonetheless, letting out a soft groan of delight as she slid down against the huge tower of flesh, whispering: "Your power is astounding, unrivalled, unmatched... too much for me, too much for anyone to sing the praise of... but please... if my unworthy life can give you pleasure, take it, in any way you want."

"Is she your daughter...?" Alexis asked to the demon queen, noticing how she gazed nervously sideways, staring at the younger female with a mix of envy, of fear, of love, even as she tremblingly stood on tip-toes upon the armrests of her throne, gyrating her hips to grind herself against the monstrous cockhead of the goddess. "Y-yes, Mistress, she is..." The slave-queen confirmed, flashing a trembling smile at the great goddess, before meekly rolling herself slowly upwards along the gigantic pillar of black flesh, lining her gaping, ruined and yet tiny sex against the bloodstained, arrogant and titanic cockhead, groaning in torturous delight as she carefully sat down on the goliath cock, her weight insignificant to the ungodly tower of fuckmeat which effortlessly supported her while the fat tip began to savagely stretch her body. Alexis licked her lips hungrily at that, grinning as the devastated hole was stretched out once more, her vast cockhead spearing into her and bulldozing its way into her abused passage. After so many poundings and pregnancies she was terribly loose for anyone's standard, but to Alexis and Killer she was still plenty tight, and every penetration was a new slaughter.

"Cool..." Alexis commented, her eyes flashing as she traded a grin with Killer, who teasingly suggested: "Then you will want to help her and encourage her in the daunting task facing her, won't you...?"

The queen-slave let out a groan of mixed pleasure and horror at his suggestion, at once delighted and terrified by the prospect of Killer's goliath shaft invading her young, virgin daughter, but she couldn't help but hiss hungrily all the same, eyes glowing as she slowly gyrated her hips, screwing herself onto Alexis's cock while turning sideways to gently grip her daughter's shoulders.

The younger female let out a groan of anticipation and fear, shivering hard as her mother quietly but surely shoved her downwards by the shoulder, at the same time seizing the girthy, enormous cock in her other hand and guiding it up against the tiny, sealed sex, hissing in delight as blood sprayed out of the virginal passage, the soaked labia wrapping over the huge tip even as the young vagina flexed against the terrifying invader, uselessly attempting to fight it backwards. "Come on, Rapture... take it, show that you deserve your name! Open up those thighs!" The queen urged, pushing hard on her daughter's shoulder as she shrieked out in ecstasy and pain, the girthy cock ripping inside her with a squelch of juices and a spray of blood that streaked down mom's arm. "Master... so big... so huge...!" The young virgin breathlessly cried out, her hips bucking out of instinct, even though it was a self-destructive hunger as easily two feet of immense cockmeat tore their way into her, his incredible girth forcing her legs so far apart that her pelvis loudly creaked and her feet kicked uselessly at the air, spasms rattling her thighs. "Holy fuck... master... so fucking huge...!" The girl screamed, and the queen-slave added her own loud cry as Alexis's huge shaft penetrated deeper within her, spearing into her depths with amazing force and exploding a thick jet of precum inside her form, making her tremble in awed ecstasy, her eyes glowing as she growled hungrily and pushed her daughter down along Killer's goliath length with renewed force, lustfully urging: "Come on, make me proud, bitch! Show your Master that you can be a good cock-warmer; buck those hips!"

The young girl threw her head back with a long cry of delight, her poor passage flexing and attempting to squeeze the enormous invader out, but only adding to Killer's pleasure as he smirked and relaxed in his seat, watching with a low growl of pleasure as the mother forced and guided her daughter down the immense black shaft, his arm wrapped loosely around a concubine that was worshipfully kissing and tongue-bathing his abs, the huge god idly stroking between her ears, petting her.

The impaled female let out a howl of pain and ecstasy as another foot or so of steel-hard cock tore into her, her bones creaking and belly bulging as her blood streaked down the immense shaft, her cheeks burning crimson as she cried in delight, her nectar cascading out of her, squeezing forcefully out around his terrifying girth and spilling over the faces of the concubines, flooding their eager mouths as they nuzzled her bloodied sex and lapped tantalizingly over her folds, licking over her lips as they were stretched out savagely. Killer smirked in easy dominance, arrogantly stretching one finger out towards one of the Concubines, and the female moaned in delight, bending forwards to hungrily wrap her lips around the thick digit, suckling on it greedily and quivering in ecstasy as her hips bucked wildly against the air, her orgasm erupting out of her with even that simple contact, and all other females in the room stared at him with hunger and need, the demonesses playing eagerly with each other, pushing their bodies together and kissing passionately while sliding their fingers inside their soaked, dripping passages, every now and then pulling them out to show Killer the way long ropes of pearly desire stretched and leaked out, before they fed each other their nectars.

"Master... my god... my invincible owner... I can't do it on my own... I'm weak and unworthy of your unmatched strength..." The impaled female cried, tears rolling down her cheeks as she eagerly bucked her hips but failed to sink any lower along the colossal shaft, each movement causing a loud, wet squelch in her pussy as her hole hopelessly clenched on the girthy cock, orgasm after orgasm wrecking her as his cock pushed into her cervix and rammed its way through, filling up her womb as she cried: "D-daddy... oh, daddy... you are stretching me out so much... you are splitting me open..." She gazed downwards, oblivious to her mother even as the older female licked her lips and muzzle, kissing her cheek and tasting her tears, all of that unheeded and unimportant as she stared instead at the enormous length of black shaft still towering outside of her, the sight of the huge medial ring making her shiver in a mix of delight and terror. "Do not spare me, daddy... I want it all... I want to feel every godly, cunt-shattering inch of yours!"

"To call him a god... such a weak, puny word for describing our master... it is insulting... He's so much more..." The queen-slave hissed, before letting out a shriek of her own as two of the concubines hugged her legs and dragged her down along Alexis's immense black shaft, impaling her deep, blood and juices exploding out of her ravaged passage as the goddess smirked and seized her by the skull, huge bicep bulging with godlike power as she pushed the toy downwards while slowly, playfully thrusting forwards with her hips, burying her massive cock deeper into the disgraced queen, while the warlord whimpered pathetically, looking up from where he continued to stay on all fours, serving as footrest for the two gods.

Killer gently seized into the young female's hair, pulling the long bangs out of her face to gaze into her glowing, tearful eyes, before he yanked her head back and seized her by one hip, growling teasingly: "Let's open that tight little hole up..."

He suddenly rammed his enormous shaft upwards into her, his claws ripping into her flesh and drawing blood as he squeezed on her hip and dragged her hard down to meet his shove, grinning widely as she threw her head back with a shriek of both bliss and agony, her back arching and her hands trembling uncontrollably as they weakly, uselessly pushed against his chest, her eyes rolling up in her skull as blood burst from the impossibly-stretched, obliterated passage as he buried more than half of his monstrous cock into her in one brutal, powerful thrust. She cried breathlessly, her jaws open wide but only a gargle coming out as he roared and slammed upwards again, muscles bulging explosively as he yanked her down until the enormous medial ring slammed into her waist, causing her entire body to quiver helplessly as her legs kicked wildly at the air and her eyes bulged, drool flying from her lips as her nectar and her blood cascaded out of her devastated vagina. Her whole body bulged obscenely around his goliath cock, and another breathless, silent scream burst out of her gritted jaws when he slammed forwards again, his immense form dwarfing her, his huge muscles flexing as he forced his enormous medial ring into her bloody sex, stretching her out so much that her body creaked and groaned and squelched, bones and flesh equally abused and violated as his colossal girth invaded her.

Alexis seized the slave-queen by the hips and dragged her forcefully down while ramming her own immense cock up into her tight, abused passage, stretching her savagely wide as her fingers tore into her flesh, deep enough that her claws bit into bone, the goddess grinning in delight as she slammed his girthy monster into the demoness's depths, tearing her down further and further, burying her immensity into her stretched body until she could go no further, blood and juices streaking down the obsidian pillar of flesh and rolling down her ponderous testicles as concubines leaned eagerly in from all sides, moaning as they nuzzled wonderingly into her colossal balls, massaging over her massive muscles as they flexed and bulged with godlike size and power, slurping up her thick precum and the other juices that squirted out around her girth as she ravaged the ex queen, as moaning girls kissed her abs, rubbed into her solid, powerful shoulders, licked at her nipples and adoringly massaged her breasts, nuzzled into her legs and worshiped her feet.

The defeated warlord stared upwards in awe and terror, forced to twist his head this way or that to watch past Alexis's spread toes as the goddess grinned down at him and silently held the sole of her boot over his face, his tongue working tirelessly to lick blood, gore and dirt off the spikes of golden metal, his eyes fixed on the colossal tower of black flesh speared up into his wife, his body trembling in terror as Alexis rammed her brutal medial ring against the already bloody, ruined hole which was spread into an amazingly wide O around her monstrous girth, her asshole gaping wide as well, untouched yet savagely stretched out by the sheer size of the invading black python. The queen howled out in a mix of ecstasy and despair when Alexis rammed hard forwards and tore her medial ring inside, sending a thick blast of nectar and blood spurting out as she slowly, arrogantly gyrated her hips, using her colossal girth to stretch the hole apart, while drool, juices and blood and precum combined to make her black shaft shiny and slick.

"Buck, you bitches!" Alexis ordered, snickering as she let go of the bloody hips of the queen, folding her powerful arms behind her head and grinning as two of the younger females immediately leaned up to lick her armpits clean, ceaselessly whispering words of thanks and praise for her power and for her spectacular force while the queen moaned breathlessly and weakly gripped into the goddess's horns, using all of her force to rode her giant cock as best she could, bucking her hips in a broken but eager rhythm, each little movement causing her to moan loudly as juices leaked out of her in almost painful squirts that had to find space between Alexis's diamond-hard shaft and her stretched-out labia.

The younger female impaled on Killer's even larger cock barely managed to move at all, so terribly stretched out that her spasming muscles had not enough force to make her budge much along the colossal pillar of cock, but her attempts only added to Killer's pleasure and entertainment as he rested back in his throne and watched, squeezing idly into her thighs as she impaled herself, gasps and moans escaping her jaws as pearls of sweat rolled down her body and her juices cascaded onto the faces of her sisters and of the concubines who curled up between Killer's legs to lap lovingly at his balls and at the huge length of thick cock that just couldn't fit inside of the young demoness.

Alexis licked the blood of the queen off her claws, suckling on them idly as she watched the demoness struggle to ride her enormous shaft, the queen trembling violently as she balanced herself as best she could with her feet on the armrests of the throne, thighs rubbing into the humongous length of cock still outside of her, smearing her own blood and juices all along it as she groaned breathlessly, rattled by yet another orgasm, her hands barely able to hold on to the goddess's horns, her eyes glowing as she adoringly breathed: "Such power, Mistress... so much power... so much cock..." She grunted and glared over her shoulder, down at her disgraced husband, grimacing in distaste as she whispered hungrily: "Half your cock still out of me, and it alone is so much greater than the vermin I used to be a slave of..."

Alexis snorted in entertainment and pressed her boot over the warlord's mouth as he let out a cry of pain and pathetic protest, before the slave-queen turned her gaze towards Killer, looking fawningly over his massive, glorious body and holding her breath as she teasingly reached across to seize one of her daughter's large breasts, rolling it slowly in her palm even as the young girl drooled, almost insane with pleasure, her head lolling back as she did her best to ride the monumental black shaft, her toes slipping on the blood and juices and precum caking the armrests of the throne and Killer's mighty legs, her own limbs spasming violently as she used every last ounce of her strength to eagerly impale herself. "And our god and master, our owner... simply unrivalled. The true master of Hell, of Heaven, of everyone and everything... All who stand in his ways shall bow, or be crushed."

"That's right..." Killer gently replied, his eyes glowing sapphire and energy crackling lightly around his powerful form as he easily reached up to rub a hand between the demoness's horns, making her purr like a kitten as the concubines and daughters and the Disciples on their cushions all eagerly chanted: "Our master rules it all!"

Killer spread his powerful legs a bit wider, letting his heavy balls rest on the faces of eager slaves, and he seized the young female by the hips, licking his lips hungrily as he began to thrust up into her, gyrating his massive girth within her conquered depths at the end of each relaxed, almost lazy and yet tremendously powerful piston, the girl screaming in delight, howling her delight and pain to the heavens as her eyes rolled up in her head but her hips rocked eagerly against him, her hands clutching weakly on his horns and then slipping off to grip into the rock-hard muscle of his massive shoulders as he built up a greater rhythm, pounding up into her with amazing force, the other slaves groaning and fighting for the right to tantalizingly drag their tongues up the thrusting shaft, their worshipful licks sending jolts of pure delight into Killer's system as he yanked the female down in time with his hard pistons, spearing into her again and again and again.

Alexis meanwhile had leaned hungrily forwards, wrapping one strong arm around the much smaller frame of the slave-queen, gripping into the back of her head and seizing one firm buttock in her other hand as she began to ram her giant cock up inside her clenching, savaged passage, pounding it with a relaxed and yet devastatingly powerful rhythm, licking her lips hungrily as the demoness howled her delirious ecstasy and her hot nectar squirted violently out of her devastated passage, the thick splatters of pearly juice washing over the goddess's breasts and streaking down her abs even as eager slaves pushed their heads under the flood, smearing their cheeks into the fluids and lapping and suckling it up from Alexis's chiseled abdomen, suckling it in rivers from the slope of her enormous breasts as the rhythmic, deafening tattoo of goliath cocks slamming deep into too-tight females and impossible, gargantuan testicles slapping into worshipful faces filled the vast room.

Mother and daughter blindly reached out of each other until their hands met, and they shrieked together their delight as they were bounced up and down along the titanic black shafts, their juices and their blood streaking down Killer's and Alexis's balls and raining down upon the other young virgins and the army of concubines as they leaned in to kiss the two monumental cocks, panting in awe at the sheer power and heat in the virile black meat and grinding their bodies and their large breasts into the base of the gargantuan cocks, their bodies grinding hungrily together and their muzzles meeting into passionate kisses, tongues wrestling and dancing together as an endless deluge of nectar and, even more, thick precum coated their entire forms.

"Drag the little bitch down, right to the hilt..." Vicky whispered in Killer's ear, leaning in from the side and hungrily licking a splatter of bloody juice from his massive, chorded shoulder, murring as she savored it in her mouth before greedily swallowing. "She is replaceable. A little whore-toy that, like everyone else, should only thank and praise you for the opportunity to give her life to your cock." The dark goddess of Temptation grinned and reached forwards with an eager growl, gripping into the gigantic black shaft as it pistoned back out of the bloody, stretched-out vagina, and she greedily caught a piece of maimed guts, bringing it up to the male's mouth and smiling widely when he opened his jaws and stretched out his large demonic tongue. "She is just meat... we all are nothing but meat with your name branded in fire upon." She breathed, feeding the god with the piece of raw flesh and watching as he hungrily chewed on it and swallowed, blood streaking down his chin. The girl impaled upon his immense shaft looked down at him with a groan of awe, adoration and terror, her eyes glowing so brightly with lust that they shined even when her lids were down. Her body flexed and her legs spasmed violently, kicking uselessly at the air as she hugged herself, her hands squeezing into her bulging belly and chest, stroking up and down to tease his immense shaft through the thin layer of her own flesh and bones, shivers rattling her as she bucked her hips as hard she could, her obliterated pussy clenching around his immense girth as he thrust rapidly in and out, her juices squirting all over his abs and chest whenever the colossal member moved backwards, dragging out her labia and the battered walls of her passage, glued to his devastating diameter. Vicky leaned over Killer's chest, hungrily nuzzling into the bloody vagina, her tongue lapping slowly along the colossal shaft, tracing its thick veins as she slurped up dense, omnipotent precum, chewing on the custard-like virile fluid, grunting in awe and delight as she dealt with his huge sperms as best she could, swallowing them eagerly down and gripping into the ungodly length of black shaft still out in the open air, stroking along the sides of the colossus and licking and kissing and blowing bubbles in the thick seminal fluid and in the cascade of female nectar and blood, almost hugging the giant cock. Killer grunted in delight and seized her by one long horn, forcing her face all the harder against the soaked shaft, before he reached down with his other hand and slapped her firm, toned ass, bruising her buttock and making her squirm with a throaty groan of pleasure that became a breathless hiss of anticipation as his hand slid under her leather and lace skirt to grip directly into her pussy, two fingers grinding teasingly over the blossomed labia, feeling her wetness in the soaked lace thong she wore.

"Temptation, temptation..." He calmly reprimanded, shaking his head slowly and grinning as he leaned forwards to whisper into her ear: "That was such a cruel thing to suggest... you tease."

Had Anubis not been present, Killer would have probably given in to the temptation, but he only shoved the doe's face hard into his steel-hard cock, grinding her features into the thick, protruding veins and growling hungrily as the goddess purred and lapped up the thick precum, eagerly leaning and grinding into his cock, smearing potent, virile slime and mixed fluids all over herself.

He gripped into her lace thong and tore it off to the side, shamelessly pushing two thick fingers up into her gripping, eager passage as he squeezed into her groin hard enough to make her groan, before he effortlessly hefted her clear off the ground, pushing her body up high. The goddess let out a growl of delight and immediately pulled up one strong leg, carefully moving it above his mane as she straddled him, face buried against his enormous cock, breasts pressing down into his powerful abs, her firm rear right in front of him, her hands eagerly pulling her skirts out of the way as he snarled like a beast and leaned forwards to drag his thick tongue over her soaked, dripping labia, slurping her needy nectar, savoring it as he nuzzled into her tight folds. His large, forked tongue pushed inside her, rolling over her moist walls and twisting teasingly, making her squirm as a shiver of delight rattled her legs and caused her toned muscles to flex and bulge, eyes rolling up in her head as she kissed the base of the monstrous cock and licked up a long streak of blood, while her own juices spilled out of her passage and he drank them hungrily, squeezing into her perfect buttocks and spreading his legs wider as he rammed his pillar of flesh deep into the delirious young girl, picking up speed and power, pummeling her with savage strength.

Vicky bucked her hips eagerly, grinding her sex back against his muzzle as his tongue pushed deep and twisted around like a tentacle, sending shivers of pure ecstasy through her form as she growled in delight, licking her lips with her own strong, forked tongue. She straightened and seized the impaled demoness by the shoulders, and the young girl had barely enough time to stare at her with wide eyes before the hungry doe goddess kissed her, biting lightly into her lips and invading her maws with her black tongue, easily wrestling hers into submission before grabbing her by the back of the skull, pulling her harder into the kiss while her tongue pushed down into her throat.

Alexis grinned and then licked her lips hungrily at that, her eyes glowing sapphire as she turned her attention back to her own plaything, who spasmed violently as her juices cascaded almost endlessly out of her, her ravaged passage squelching loudly with every hard thrust of the goddess, who clawed in the back of the slave-queen's head and clutched her against her chest, beginning to ram deep into her with much greater force, building up the rhythm of the pummeling as the demoness screamed her ecstasy and her agony to the heavens.

Killer sneaked a gaze towards Anubis, and found the young, handsome prince surrounded by three concubines who, already thickly coated in juices and blood, had wandered away from the crowded thrones to take care of their Master's son. The young male looked a bit embarrassed and a faint red blush was visible on his cheeks, but that was mostly if not only due to Vesta sitting right beside him, the queen of Seraphims sprawled on her red cushion and playing gently with herself, her armor partially discarded and her loincloth pushed to one side, draped over a muscular thigh. The goddess continued to shoot teasing gazes to the prince, and every now and then brought her fingers, shiny and dripping with her own desire, up to her mouth, deliberately prodding him as he squeezed two Concubines to his muscular chest and spread her legs for the third, allowing her to undo the fly of his camouflage pants to pull out his massive black-fleshed cock. There could be little doubts about him being the son of Killer and Alexis, because his virility was a clear sign of his noble birth, and the concubine murred in delight as she hefted the still mostly flaccid but already enormous shaft up, using both hands to cradle the heavy organ and beginning to stroke down its veiny sides, twisting it in her grip as she kissed the fat head and dragged her tongue over it. She was immediately rewarded with a powerful throb of the mighty member, and her fingers were pushed further apart as the enormous girth expanded and a good seven inches of length quickly piled up as Anubis closed his eyes and leaned back in the cushion, smiling as the other two concubines caressed his chest and playfully suckled on the thick bangs of hair of his nascent mane around his neck.

"I could totally suck the cum out of your balls, Anubis." Vesta shamelessly teased, leaning across from her cushion to draw a shiny line of her pearly juices across his cheek, making him grunt in surprise, his cheeks burning as he smiled uncertainly... but his massive shaft betrayed his pleasure, flexing and expanding even more as it grew up towards full, glorious erection, leaving the concubine staring in wonderment at the power of the young stud.

"Vesta...!" Killer amusedly reprimanded, snickering as he looked at the scene, the goddess playing with a bang of Anubis's hair and leaning her prodigious breasts over his chest. She grinned widely as she looked back at Killer from over her shoulder, shooting him a wink of complicity before reaching down to wrap her hand tightly around the base of the prince's heavy shaft. Anubis grunted and hissed in delight at that, throwing his head back and looking into her eyes with an expression of mixed lust and uncertainty that made her laugh. She loved teasing him, and loved his reactions.

"He is your son and my prince." Vesta easily said, shrugging and grinning widely as she leaned down muzzle to muzzle with Anubis, winking teasingly. "What he asks of me, he gets."

It was pretty clear there was a lot Anubis thought about asking, but at the same time he hesitated, uncertain about whether it would be proper, until his father and mother laughed and shook their heads in amusement.

"Go ahead, Anubis... punish that slut. Don't hold back, she is well tested." Alexis playfully urged, and Killer amusedly added: "Dish it out, Nubi. She is no frail doll, and can take it."

"You are fuckin' right I can fuckin' take it." Vesta snorted in entertainment, her hand hungrily pumping on the young male's now fully hard cock, the huge pillar of flesh easily eighty inches and more in length and with a thickness to match, flexing hungrily and leaking out large beads of potent precum that the concubines slurped greedily up. "Come on, young stud. This is your maturity exam..."

She licked Anubis's cheek, then moved down his powerful, masculine front, planting little, loving kisses down his chest and abs, making her way down to his groin with delicious slowness, taking the curly bangs of thick hair there into her mouth and suckling the thick precum off them as she hungrily stroked the steel-hard shaft, making him grunt in delight as he instinctively seized her head in his hands.

"That's right..." Vesta approved, licking her lips as she pushed her cheek against the huge cock and looked up at his face, flames of lust dancing in her eyes as she ground into the shaft, teasing it with her spectacular breasts and sloppily dragging her tongue along it until she could kiss the fat, massive head, pushing the tip of her tongue into the vast cumslit, slurping up the virile essence right from the source, before wrapping her lips over the tip, growling hungrily and sending her hot breath washing down his length, her hand pumping frantically on the last two feet of the fleshy pillar, milking him hard enough to make his back arch and his muscles flex with delight. Her actions were rewarded, because Anubis looked down at her with a grin and breathed through his teeth, squeezing into her skull and jerking her head down his monstrous cock, thrusting powerfully forwards at the same time, spearing his massive girth into her throat and blasting a huge load of precum that filled her up in no time, her eyes bulging as large jets of his essence squirted out from the corners of her mouth and even from her nostrils as the muscular male forced her down, moving into a favorable angle to really drive majestic, powerful thrusts down her tight throat. "Is that a challenge, Vesta...?" Anubis teasingly asked, his abs flexing and bulging as he seized her by the horns and began to fuck her face, giving her no time to adjust as he buried more of his great length down her neck, making her gargle and choke as more thick precum blasted out of her nostrils in large ropes that draped down over her huge breasts. The goddess's eyes only burned with delight, however, and she began to forcefully bob her head back and forth, sucking the juice out of him as her long, demonic tongue cradled and massaged the goliath shaft, wrapping around it and squeezing with amazing force, jerking him off, urging him on, milking the young stallion for all he was worth, her hands hungrily seizing his gigantic testicles, rolling them, squeezing them roughly, feeling their hefty weight as she screamed a teasing 'yes' that they could all only guess, as it really sounded like a gurgle of thick precum.

Anubis gritted his fangs in a vicious grin at that, standing up over her face as she fell back on her knees and tilted her head up, one of his hands seizing her by the throat as her neck bulged out in the shape of his cock, and he began to savagely pile-drive his gigantic member deep down into her insides, fountains of precum and slobber erupting from her mouth and nostrils with each powerful movement of the male, the rivulets and ropes and splatters of thick fluids streaking down her face, caking her hair and covering her breasts and abs, heavy drops falling on the floor all around them as one of the concubines gripped the base of the great cock and jerked on it hungrily, licking the mess off Vesta's face, while the other demoness went down to her knees behind the prince and pushed her muzzle up into the crack of his ass, licking and kissing under his tail.

"That slut...!" Killer amusedly commented, looking at Vesta with a grin as the goddess all but milked Anubis's big balls, squeezing on them greedily and occasionally moving her hands up to grip into the male's firm, muscled buttocks, urging him to fuck her harder, to abuse of her worse. And Anubis was all too happy to oblige: as good and diplomatic and reflexive as he was, he had the sex drive of his father and no hesitation of sort when it came to riding a bitch to exhaustion. Vesta was a formidable test, but Anubis had taken her not-so-subtle teasing for a long while and now he was venting out the built-up lust and need. "Perhaps we should just fuck her greedy hole together, see if it gets her to behave like a proper slave..." Killer teasingly suggested, and Vesta's eyes bulged as she tried to imagine father and son tearing their godlike shafts up her hole at once... and a shiver went through her, her juices exploding out of her in a flood as she let out a scream of ecstasy, fear and desire.

"That's one to try out, dad." Anubis playfully agreed, grinning hungrily as he began to slam down with shorter, faster, more violent pistons, his massive testicles slapping wetly and heavily into her face, all but bruising her cheeks with their godly mass as he reached back with one hand to guide the concubine's face up and down his crack as the demoness licked and lapped worshipfully at his tailhole.

"And if it doesn't shut her up... I'll add mine." Alexis playfully added, and Vesta shivered and stared sideways at the titanic pillar of flesh of the empress as the goddess stood up from the throne and roughly seized into the slave-queen's thighs, tearing the obscenely-bulging body up and down her goliath length as she pummeled the exhausted demoness, picking up speed and power as thick precum cascaded and splashed down to the floor and over the assembled, amazed concubines looking up from below.

Pamela crawled between Alexis's legs as well, looking up at the gigantic, pendulous balls and bathing in the rain of dense, virile fluid and hot nectar, her hands adoringly squeezing into the empress's spectacular legs and her eyes fixed on the gargantuan length of black cock that smashed its way in and out of the devastated body. Mriya and Elaine looked at the scene from their cushions, playing lightly with themselves as their juices streaked down their thighs, their eyes constantly seeking their father's, flames burning in their expressions as energy flew between them like lightning. Killer couldn't help but roll his shoulders with a growl, muscles flexing and bulging explosively as he leaned forwards and began to slam himself faster and deeper into the female's womb, picking up speed and power with every hard shove as a thin sheet of sweat added even more definition to his powerful physique, his pleasure mounting uncontrollably and exponentially every time that Mriya looked up at him. Her eyes were so similar to Alexis's, and just like her mother she knew how to send shivers of delight down his spine with just one look... before he growled and hissed hungrily as the princess relaxed back in her red cushion and spread her legs wider, her pants undone and her black panties pushed to the side to reveal the black-fleshed labia, shiny with her desire, her fingers easily slipping inside her, pushing slowly in, in, right down to the hilt, before she pulled them out, and a thin string of delicious nectar stretched out, falling away when she brought her digits up to her mouth to lick them clean.

Elaine, facing Mriya from the other side of the throne, was purring audibly, one long and beautiful leg held high up, muscles evident in full definition through the stretched fabric as she gripped into her young, tight sex with both hands, pushing her fingers inside in time with Killer's mighty thrusts into his plaything... until the dragoness saw her father looking and, closing her eyes with a smile of fake innocence, pulled her sex open to let him gaze directly down into her soaked passage.

He growled hungrily, feeling pleasure and hunger cursing through his form, fire pumping in his veins as his enormous back shaft began to stiffen even further, swelling thicker and bulging with large veins as he stood up from the throne and pulled up one heavy foot, settling it on the warlord's head as the demon cried and whimpered pathetically, his arms and legs trembling violently under the weight of the massive male and the power of his brutal shoves as Killer worked himself up towards his own release, muscles bulging explosively and terrifying physical power radiating off him as blood and juices and precum rained thickly down on the floor and on the puny demon. Vicky grunted, almost falling off as Killer suddenly moved, but his cock and his horns helped her stay in position until she could gently but firmly scissor her legs around his neck, bracing for dear life as the huge male continued to hungrily slurp up her juices, his thick tongue thrusting deep within her greedy passage.

The princesses traded a gaze overloaded with lust, smirking to each other as they looked up at their father, at his throbbing pillar of cock, at his gigantic testicles, at the deluge of precum, as thick as tar, which covered the demon below in gargantuan sperms. Everything about him spoke of power, of overwhelming, astounding virility and they spread their strong legs wide for him, bucking their hips against their fingers as their tongues lolled out and they breathed, almost at the same time: "Daddy... go... let it go... fill her up..."

The delirious demoness, barely conscious, was already more than filled up, but that of course did not matter. Her belly bulged obscenely with the ungodly amounts of precum constantly flooding into her, and she was more than pregnant as hordes of huge sperms squirmed powerfully inside her, but the huge male certainly wasn't going to pull out before reaching his own glorious release, especially with his beloved daughters teasing him so deliciously.

Killer and Alexis traded a look and a snarling grin, the wet slapping of their pounding members echoing loudly into the room, until finally, after a long period of lust that simply felt like an immeasurable eternity of ecstasy and agony to the slave-queen, the goddess threw her head back and roared, her godlike musculature flexing with terrible power, bulging massively as her monstrous girth tore and bulldozed its way up into the poor female again and again and again as ungodly eruptions of thick, almighty semen blasted up into her and exploded out of her tight, ravaged sex in thick streams. Blood dripped to the floor but vanished from sight in the deluge of cum as Alexis clutched the much smaller female against her powerful chest, the demoness's face buried in her glorious breasts as she shrieked and trembled and writhed and rocked, hips bucking wildly and legs spasming and kicking uselessly at the air as her stretched, ravaged, wrecked form was effortlessly bounced up and down, impaled on the unforgiving tower of black meat as the goddess continued to slam her monstrous cock up into her, over and over, as a deluge of thick cum squirted out of the wrecked female.

It went on for minutes, and finally Killer let out his booming roar, crushing the warlord down so that his face was smeared into the ocean of seed covering the floor as he arched his back and threw his head back with a snarling grin, enormous muscles flexing and bulging, his daughters groaning in ecstasy as they had their own orgasms, their nectar squirting out in strong jets as they looked up at the looming, towering male, a wall of massive muscles and terrible power as he thrust powerfully up into the small female, ramming his giant member into her again and again and again, blasting his first, colossal flood of semen into the too small, too weak body, causing it to bulge obscenely even as much of his load burst out of her, squirting out around his immense girth, the girl shrieking breathlessly, her mouth hanging open but barely able to produce any sound... and Pamela and the concubines and the other virgins crawled between his feet and in front of him, opening their mouths wide and offering their tongues as target, bodies raised to be bathed by his load. And they were, as blast after enormous blast exploded out of his thrusting cock, coating the females in his mighty essence, in his giant sperms, in the virility of the god they worshiped and loved and served, his energy crackling in the air and reality trembling around him as the jungle outside the forest grew and pulsed and rippled, the tentacle-like vines wrapping more coils around the bastions of the castle, cracking the stone walls like they were made of paper, the god's terrible, brutal, unfair power seeming to rape the whole of Hell as the huge male snarled-laughed, and everyone around him was wrecked by new violent orgasms, bodies burning with passion and need and energy as Alexis's immense release lasted even longer, fed by Killer's own lust, as Anubis savagely fucked Vesta's face, his solid, steel-hard abs ramming into her muzzle at the end of each powerful piston as he felt his father's virility burning in his veins and unleashed his own enormous load inside the seraphim, almost drowning her in thick cum. Pamela squirmed on the floor, Vicky shrieked as her orgasm juices sprayed up into the male's mouth and all over his face and into his mane, and the concubines and virgins and the princesses howled their ecstasy to the sky, their bodies burning and spasming in need whenever his thick cum landed heavily upon them.

He blasted out gallons upon gallons of his omnipotent semen, and when, after many minutes, he finally slowed down, he allowed himself to fall back into the throne, his cock unceremoniously tearing out of the wrecked, exhausted, obscenely bulging female who flopped down to the floor with a loud, sick squelch as a deluge of thick gun gushed out of her gaping hole, even as Killer still blasted thick, huge ropes of cum across the vast room.

"Yes... that was a good start..." The huge male growled, rolling his shoulders leisurely as Vicky tremblingly flopped into his lap, hugging his goliath shaft, licking thick cum off it as it throbbed hungrily, fully ready for more, and Alexis got rid of the bulging, ruined slave-queen, revealing her own immense shaft which came free with a loud pop followed by an ungodly gush of semen and a light, wet slap as the cock swung up and bumped into her godlike breasts. Merciful concubines gently seized the queen and the other unconscious girl and pulled them away, drawing rivers of omnipotent cum on the floor as semen continued to rush out of the gaping holes in enormous floods, coating the concubines with the virility of the gods as the monstrous sperms vigorously made their way towards other soaked sexes, the females groaning and moaning weakly as the arrogant seeds forcefully tore inside. Killer and Alexis leisurely stroked their gigantic cocks, grinning and flexing their glorious forms out of sheer excessive vigor, their strength and hunger only increasing even further, their eyes burning sapphire as the pregnant women on their knees at the far end of the room squirmed and groaned in a mix of ecstasy and terror as the enormous sperms of the two gods invaded their soaked, swollen passages, thrusting up inside them, large and strong enough to make them scared for the fate of their unborn children. But even in their fear they only looked up at the gods with love and adoration and worship, their arms trembling as they stood on all fours, heads bowed, their tight passages violated with brutal force by sperms that were not just colossal at easily ten and more inches in length each, but ferocious, armed with thick tails with surprising strength and muscular solidity, with jaws lined with fangs to tear apart female eggs with, and with tentacles down the sides of the thick, strong heads. "Hey, bitch, don't you drown just yet..." Alexis mercilessly taunted, kicking lightly in the side of the trembling, almost comatose demon lord on the floor, his face pressed into the tiles and his whole form covered in a thick, ungodly layer of potent cum, the virile batter so dense and sticky that he was almost glued to the ground by the mighty ropes. Alexis's kick turned him over on his back and he struggled to open his mouth, coughing violently and vomiting cum as the ultra-thick virile fluid clogged his throat and nostrils, thick ropes of the stuff stretching between the jaws as they laboriously parted. He reached up to scoop thick cum out of his eye sockets and finally managed to tear them open to gaze up at the immense divinities, whimpering pathetically as he watched another two young, beautiful, fertile demonesses climbing up the thrones to impale themselves on the gigantic black shafts.

He stared at the scene in awe, barely able to believe his eyes and struggling to make sense of the dozens of voices showering praise on the two gods as shrieks rose high into the room once more, his body trembling violently as he cowered in front of their power, of their towering forms, of their bulging muscles, of those supreme towers of black flesh that ridiculed his dick and made him feel like an infant in the shadow of gods. "T-thanks... thanks for breeding my wife... once more. T-thanks for fucking her unworthy body. Thanks for letting me watch... an honor I do not deserve..." The demon babbled, and Alexis gazed down at him for a brief instant, smirking in amusement from over the shoulder of the young demoness impaled on her gargantuan black cock. This one, a tight and untested little thing that was squirting out her nectar literally with each thrust of the goddess, had her back leaning into the huge breasts of the goddess and her front in full display for the rest of the females and for the demon lord, who couldn't tear his eyes off from the bulging, obscenely swollen belly and chest of the poor girl.

"T-thanks for fucking them... for ruining them... for giving them what I could never give..." The wrath demon whispered, tears attempting to push out of his eyes but unable to go past the thick cum caked over his face. He was a creature of wrath, a beast of rage and hate... but in front of such power he was just a terrified, cowering pet. There was nothing he could do against the two lovers, and the truth was that he didn't even want to try to resist anymore. He was genuinely grateful for the honor of watching, of witnessing their terrible force, of wondering if there were limits to what the two could do. He was addicted to their presence, intoxicated by the fear they put in his heart, by the awe that made his own cock painfully hard and yet miniscule as his pathetic, completely outmatched virility was crushed out of him, his testicles shriveled and useless, his tiny dick leaking a clear, water fluid that could never hope to achieve anything.

"I told you, we are generous." Alexis amusedly replied, before growling hungrily as she dragged the female a bit further down her colossal shaft, sending large rivulets of blood streaking down past the medial ring, along thick veins and the monstrous, majestic cum channel before they rolled down the slope of her ponderous balls, dripping to the floor. "Suck my balls, bitch, and I'll make sure to tear that tight little ass of yours apart, later." The demon shivered in terror and lust, his gaping and ruined asshole flexing uselessly in a mix of fear and lust at the memory of earlier abuse. The very first time, he had attempted to struggle, but the goddess had only enjoyed it more, breaking his arms like twigs and crippling him with her fearsome girth, shattering his spine like it was a breadstick, obliterating his hole and squishing his testicles under her titanic, incommensurably heavier ones. He had never fully recovered, nor would he ever... but he had come to appreciate his fate. It was an honor he truly did not deserve, and he crawled forwards with humble words of praise and gratitude, beginning to lap up the blood off her heavy, hot balls, hugging them, stroking them, wondering at the sheer power they seemed to throb with.

Mriya and Elaine panted lightly, murring in delight as they shivered at the end of their long, powerful orgasms, and then traded an accomplice look, nodding a bit and seeking Pamela's eyes while wrapping their hands in bandages. Their captain was busy licking the base of Killer's huge shaft, but she caught their movements when she bent her head sideways to follow a thick vein, and she smirked in amusement, immediately knowing what their intentions where. She stood up in front of her master, bowing her head, and announced: "The princesses would like to give you a demonstration of hand to hand combat, for your entertainment."

Killer looked towards Mriya and saw the beautiful female as she finished wrapping her fists and forearms in bandage, her pants buttoned up and her muscles rippling as she flexed and rolled her mighty shoulders, shifting her weight from foot to foot and throwing some warm up punch at the air, while Elaine prepared herself in similar way. Vicky, however, smiled widely and whispered: "I have a pretty good idea of what the princesses would actually love to demonstrate..."

Killer snorted in amusement at the comment, but still shushed her, trying to keep the thought out of his mouth even as the doe nibbled teasingly at his thick shaft, nuzzling into his crotch and tracing a thick vein with her finger. He smiled to Mriya and Elaine instead, looking at the two proud females as they walked up, side by side, and bowed to him. "Dad, we'd like to let you see our progress, and to entertain you."

"Why are you always so eager to punch each other...? You get along splendidly and love each other very much the rest of the time..." Killer observed, arching an eyebrow in amused curiosity. The two young females traded a smile, then Elaine turned back to the huge male and playfully explained: "You should know it, dad... we get along so well also because we beat the crap out of each other every so often. When we are frustrated about something the other has done, we know we'll have a chance to take a bit of revenge."

Mriya grinned widely and nodded in agreement, cracking her knuckles eagerly, winking to her dad and mom before teasingly asking: "Isn't it the same for you two...?"

Killer thought about it for a brief moment, thinking of how vicious the training duels with Alexis could get, and the goddess flashed him a wide smile and a nod, snorting in amusement. "I suppose it is, Dream."

Pamela took position at the side of his throne and crossed her mighty arms on her chest before gazing up at the huge male, waiting for his permission, and when he nodded, she raised one hand and commanded: "Begin!"

Mriya and Elaine bumped their fists together, and then things began to happen very, very quickly as the two young goddesses launched their assaults, moving with fluid, deadly grace. They were nicknamed wardancers, and for good reasons, because their moves were not just terribly powerful, but also beautiful and perfect, their muscles bulging and flexing wonderfully. Elaine started out very aggressive, trying to beat Mriya's superior precognition with speed and aggression, but her kick was still easily sidestepped, Mriya's strong arm pulling up in the way as Elaine turned into a hook, and the ligeress leaned forwards in a hard punch. The dragoness ducked it by going into a perfect slip, and immediately she turned it into an offensive move by sweeping her leg out to knock Mriya off her feet, but the ligeress easily leapt above the blow and lashed out a kick towards her head, forcing the dragoness to drop down on her back, while the sheer power of the goddess's kick send a shockwave smashing into the distant wall, cracking it. Elaine somersaulted, her legs swinging up in the air and nearly catching Mriya in the chin, but again the ligeress moved out of the way, grinning widely as followed the dragoness, lashing out a fist while she elegantly landed on her feet.

The fists of the two females met in midair with a terrifying clash, and Killer felt the shockwave clearly, before the stone walls of the room rattled and loudly cracked.

The two females moved on before the shockwave was done cutting into the walls, and their powerful legs slammed together next, the impact causing a massive column of stone to nearly crumble, before Mriya managed to slam her palm upwards into Elaine's defence, opening a window that she exploited by ramming her other fist into her chest, knocking the dragoness back with a breathless grunt, her spectacular breasts visibly bruised. "Good one, sis..." Elaine commented, stepping back and taking a ready stance as Mriya charged forwards, muscles bulging, one long leg swinging up in a hook aimed at the dragoness's head. "But don't get too carried away with enthusiasm just yet." The dragoness bent out of the way of the kick and caught the muscular leg in her arms, grunting with the effort of slowing it down before throwing her weight down to drag her sister down to the floor.

Mriya growled, hitting the ground hard, but her fangs were gritted in a grin as she pushed her other leg behind Elaine and then flexed, squeezing her in the middle, in a scissor which was as sensual as it was deadly. Killer grunted in delight, his eyes fixed on Mriya's powerful thighs as they flexed and bulged, her muscle pushing through the jeans, loudly ripping the fabric in several places... and then Elaine stretched her long legs and wrapped them around her sister's throat, strangling her with her own terrible force.

The two females snarled breathlessly and dueled in terms of pure, brutal strength for a few moments, and it looked like Mriya would lose, before the ligeress roared and slammed her hands into the floor, clawing into stone like she would in soft sand as she pulled her legs up and hefted Elaine clear off the ground, easing the dragoness's hold on her neck.

Elaine gripped into her sister's legs and tried to force them away from her, but Mriya's strength was terrible and she still managed to give a savage squeeze at her waist, making her grunt in pain before she was thrown across the room when she attempted to react. The dragoness spun gracefully in midair and landed on her hands, her powerful arms flexing as they easily absorbed the impact and then pushed her back as she donkey-kicked both feet into Mriya's chest just as the goddess leapt up to her feet.

This time even Mriya was taken by surprise and the violent kick sent her staggering backwards with a growl of pain, her shirt ripped and her huge breasts bruised. "One for one, sis." The dragoness teasingly commented, and Mriya nodded with a grin as she easily ground to a halt and took an easy ready position, her arms raising up in time with Elaine's assaults and parrying her punches before stepping into the arc of her swings to lash an uppercut towards her sister's chin. Elaine swung easily out of the way and leapt high, stomping one boot on Mriya's thigh, causing her extended leg to tremble with a spasm of pain as she lashed her knee up towards the ligeress's face, forcing her to bend her spine backwards, her hand snapping upwards to seize Elaine's ankle as she somersaulted, the goddess roaring as she hefted her sister high into the air, swinging her over her head and slamming her towards the floor on the other side.

Elaine again used her hands again, the floor cracking as her biceps bulged with power and restrained her falling, before she clamped her legs again around Mriya's head to drag her down, attempting to drive her face viciously into the floor, but the ligeress tore free and lashed up a hook kick that the dragoness dodged.

They moved with fluid grace, their terrible strength rattling the castle and cracking the stone walls around them as every punch or kick, even when missing and going wide, sent shockwaves rushing across the vast hall like a powerful explosion. Their shirts ripped and turned crimson here and there with the blood they spilled, their jeans were shredded over their mighty thighs as the powerful musculature bulged through, and Killer looked over them both with hunger and desire, licking his lips slowly as he admired their beautiful, strong bodies, the definition of their physique made even more stunning by the slightly sheen of pearly sweat that was beginning to appear.

They were deliberately teasing him as much as they were fighting and proving their capabilities. And it wasn't the first time, either, but that was their very own game, and he expected nothing less from them. The one to pay the price was the young demoness impaled on his gargantuan cock, as she suddenly was slammed up and down even faster and harder, the huge male wrapping his mighty arms around her bulging, obscenely-deformed body and smashing his colossal shaft up inside her, flooding her insides with terribly powerful precum, his member harder than diamond and stiffening up even further as it swelled thicker, the veins bulging out in full, beautiful definition, the blood flowing down his member making it look even more monstrous. Even Anubis stared at the fight, admiring the prowess and strength of his sisters and drinking of the beauty of their bodies even as Vesta straddled his lap and rode his massive member, pinning him down into the red cushion and bucking her hips with hunger and energy. Her eyes were still drawn to the two splendid females every few moments, however, and her critic eye took notice of all the improvements to their technique and the way their bodies had developed and strengthened during their training in Hell.

Mriya stomped both feet into a cracked stone column, her legs flexing as she absorbed the impact and leapt back towards Elaine, lashing out a fist that caught the dragoness on the cheek, knocking her backwards with a growl, but the black-scaled female took her revenge with a blow into her sister's mighty abs... before a sudden ripple of immense power, a new and burning energy in the air caused both princesses to stiffen, their senses alert. No one had missed the sudden spike of power in the air, and now the temperature in the vast hall was growing quickly as dry, vicious desert winds came in from the large windows.

Killer and Alexis traded a look, and the huge male muttered: "I wondered when she would finally come..."

Pamela walked ahead of the thrones, taking position in front of her masters to face the newcomer, and even before the immense double doors opened, everyone knew that Sekhmeth had arrived. Killer wasn't sure about what to think: he liked Sekhmeth and her help in defending the Colonies in the Mortal World had been invaluable. He was inclined to trust her intentions at that point, although not without doubts and hesitations. But the long waiting for the training she had promised to offer him had left him wondering whether she actually had anything to give, and over time he had started to hope that she would never bring up the issue again. He just did not have an idea of what he could expect from her "special training", and that made him nervous. He was dealing with more than enough issues already, and dealing with the mysterious intentions of the goddess of destruction could end up being a demanding and time consuming task. He looked at the door as a troop of Insatiables wearing silvery armour and handling heavy bardiches entered the hall, the troop leader stepping forwards to announce the visitor, but Killer raised one hand to signal that there was no need for it. "Just let her through. I know all too well who she is."

Killer's frequent visits to the fortresses he had conquered and turned into his bases in Hell were not just meant for dark pleasures and rest between a battle and another: he spent time in the castles because he wanted the enemy to know where he was, to hopefully lure his enemies into a fight. He also wanted his position to be well known by potential allies he still waited for: his hope had been that Lucifer would finally show up to talk and collaborate. Killer sighed tiredly, closing his eyes for a moment, frustrated as he was once more kept waiting and left to wonder if he shouldn't have just slaughtered the fallen angel when he had him pinned to the ground and vulnerable.

Mriya and Elaine traded a look, visibly annoyed by the interruption, but when they looked to their father for direction he smiled warmly and bowed his head in thanks for their show. "Let her come. I must at the very least listen to what she has to say. But you two have improved a lot in the last while, and I look forwards to seeing more, later."

"With pleasure, dad." Mriya and Elaine lovingly replied, and their eyes gleamed as they caught the undertone of lust in his voice, the not so well hidden suggestion that he truly wanted to see more, and that he would accept further daring initiative from them. Their own voices sounded, as always, innocent, but Killer easily recognized the eagerness and the lustful determination in them. One day they were going to have him aroused enough that his doubts and hesitations would cease to matter, and they were aware of it. They craved that moment, and were determined to get there.

The two princesses walked towards Pamela and they formed a line in front of their father: they weren't Praetorians yet, but they already behaved like they were, and Killer allowed it, growling a bit in pleasure, his massive musculature flexing with hungry vigor even as he gyrated his immense girth within the panting, delirious demoness and suckled up hot, delicious nectar from Vicky's hungry black-fleshed sex, his tongue rolling over the soaked folds of her passage as the goddess smirked and ground her face into his cock, whispering: "I don't know how you do it... resisting to those two young, fit, beautiful little sluts. They are enchanting, they are tight, they are innocent, they are fertile, they are strong, they love and crave you... they are everything anyone could ever dream of, and yet you resist..."

"Shhh, Temptation..." Killer gently countered, grinning as he took a long, drawn-out, sloppy lick into her eager, greedy sex, feeling her passage flexing and clenching on his large tongue, literally trying to suck it deeper inside. "For all my power, I wouldn't be worth much if I couldn't resist the temptations every now and then."

Sekhmeth walked into the hall with a wide smirk, her nostrils flaring visibly as she sniffed the arousal, the sex, the virile power in the air, her eyes glowing as she gazed down at the exhausted, broken and terribly pregnant demonesses that had already been used, before gazing up at the huge male and at Alexis, looking hungrily at the blood and juices cascading out of the two unworthy bodies impaled on the colossal black cocks of the two gods.

The black-furred lioness smiled in delight at the sight and walked forwards, licking her lips as she looked over the eager, soaked slaves crowded around Killer's feet and legs and balls, and she snorted in entertainment at the sight of the cowering demon lord who meekly lapped up cum and juices and blood from Alexis's enormous balls. "It is always a joy to meet you two... makes for such great sights, smells, and sounds." She pushed a long bang of her dark red mane out of her eyes and shamelessly stroked down her abs with the other hand, squeezing into her groin, covered only by her leather outfit, as her desire gleamed in streaks down her thighs while she moved towards the throne. "Walking up to you is always... very rewarding. Elelyon was a great god, but never really looked or acted the part. You, on the other hand..." She looked at the huge male's powerful body with a glow of lust in her eyes, licking her lips at the sight of his monumental cock, following the slow movement of the streaks of blood leaking down the immense shaft as he continued to pummel the helpless demoness, her body bulging obscenely around his tremendous girth. "You have the body of a true divinity. A true god, a true emperor, an invincible force that creates and destroys with the same scary ease, leaving us all wondering if there is anything at all that your mighty hand could not accomplish..."

Vesta glared at the goddess for a brief moment when she downplayed their holy father Elelyon, but did find anything to say to reprimand her, because what she said was true. Elelyon had always inspired awe and respect, but physically he never was half as impressive as Killer; and he also was a pious and non-physical person, someone who seemed to have no sex drive at all, no interest for the hungers of the body. Killer, instead, was excess, was vigor, was virility given form, and his presence was absolutely overwhelming because of his physical supremacy.

"That's nice of you to say, but you are showing no respect for your master, Lord God." Killer calmly said, looking at the lioness with a little smirk. He loved the hunger that burned in her eyes, and her body radiated heat and need and craving as well as terrible physical strength and all of the power of violent destruction. Her name meant "the powerful one", and she sure kept faith to it, bringing violent and deadly winds of incandescent air whenever she walked, the ground burning and melting into magma in her footprints, her muscles flexing and rippling with her immense force, which was meant to bring the end upon lives, realms, worlds. The goddess smiled widely at his words, pushing Pamela out of the way and dropping to one knee in front of the throne, planting a hungry kiss on one enormous testicle, loudly slurping up the vile mixture of cum, precum, female juices and blood, blowing bubbles in the slobber as she slowly, hungrily dragged her long, tentacle-like tongue up along the gigantic cum-channel in the underside of his shaft, murring in hunger and delight as she savored his potent taste and the bitter blood. "Yes... you taste like triumph, like power, like supremacy. Never before has something like you existed. You are a champion without equals. And I love it. Elelyon, forgive me, but I must confess: I love this beast!" She paused, planting a long series of loving kisses up his enormous shaft as he pummeled the girl all the harder, her bones loudly shattering as the colossal cock pushed deeper inside, the demoness's eyes rolled up in her skull and her tongue lolling out as she gaped breathlessly, her screams turning out as nothing more than gargles as huge loads of his precum exploded out of her mouth and nostrils, her broken body reduced to a toy in his hands, a hopeless cocksleeve that bulged outwards, monstrously, swollen out of shape with the huge member buried into her, as the titan only dropped his head back with a cold, unimpressed smile, as Sekhmeth and the slaves and Disciples all around him trembled and worshiped and adored him, trembling in front of his power. "I never was an obedient daughter. Elelyon and I have always been far too different, and he never gave me any sugar... so, I do not really care. I don't think he can ever be my lord again. Even if he returned, I would not go back to his table."

"You need meat filling your plate, don't you, bitch...?" Killer teasingly yet coldly asked, beginning to tear his gigantic shaft faster in and out of the eager slave, her shrieks becoming desperate, breathless cries drowned out by the wet squelching of his thrusts as he stood up from the throne, holding the demoness aloft just with the immense pillar of black flesh buried into her as he grinned and turned her around, screwing her on his titanic shaft, blood spurting out of her every hole as his monstrous girth crushed, ruined, utterly destroyed her insides, her bones ground to dust by the ferocious pounding of the immense tower of flesh crammed inside her bulging body. Other slaves grip into her hips and thighs and drag her further down the colossal cock, jerking her back and forth, looking at her with envy even as they force her to rock in time with his thrusts, as his member stiffened up even further and swelled even larger, preparing to unleash another glorious load.

"I do... that's why I think you are the one and only, the true Lord, the Emperor, the almighty, the sole true Alpha. Nobody could ever feed me more meat than you, big stud." Sekhmeth eagerly purred, leaning forwards to seize the impaled slave by the shoulders, shoving her hard down along the monstrous length, before she kissed the delirious, bloody slave and locked their jaws together, her tongue pushing inside her throat and slurping over the head of his massive cock as it crushed its way through her womb, through her insides, through her stomach, tearing through her body like it was a too small condom.

The liger roared and flexed, his massive form bulging with muscles, with pure power, reality trembling violently around him as he flooded the slave with his thick, potent load, the blasts filling up the demoness and reaching all the way up into her mouth, firing directly into Sekhmeth's eager jaws as she suckled and swallowed thickly, flexing her own muscles in complete delight, toes spreading and curling in her boots as her orgasm nectar rushed out of her, spilling past the leather, running down her thighs as she flushed with ecstasy. A moment later, the goddess ground her thighs together with a choked howl of pleasure as Killer seized her by the skull and snarled, ramming his immense cock forwards harder, ripping the colossal medial ring into the broken slave and spearing through her body from end to end, her throat exploding outwards in a splatter of blood and thick semen as her jaws were destroyed, the huge cockhead pushing through and invading Sekhmeth's mouth, smashing into the back of her throat as he jerked her hard forwards, forcing her to suck and bob her head up and down as he savagely fucked her face, cum as thick as tar blasting out of her nostrils as it flooded her stomach, filling her up again and again and again, the male's titanic form crackling with energy and radiating fearsome physical power as his eyes glowed sapphire and the lioness's feet all but left the ground as he hefted her up without even noticing it.

"There is no fuckin' plate large enough for my meat to fit on it, bitch..." Killer growled, grinning as he delivered load after enormous load, his release lasting for countless minutes before he simply tossed the goddess back away from him, before he tore his massive cock back out, the goliath shaft flexing and erupting another enormous blast of thick cum high in the air as it tears loose from the slave's ruined, devastated body, her once tight and virginal sex completely devastated, gaping open and prolapsed obscenely , destroyed organs and crushed, maimed ropes of guts spilling out of her, tangled and caked on the godlike shaft, the pulped insides slipping down his length and flopping loudly onto the floor as he unceremoniously let go of her, licking his lips slowly and leisurely stroking his immense cock. The agonizing slave on the ground was all but crushed underfoot by the other concubines as they rushed forwards, stepping over her as they fought for the right to be the first grasp and worship and lick and grind against the god's glorious shaft, as Killer only tilted his head to the side with a smirk, watching as the females struggled to give him pleasure, to show their adoration, as they covered themselves in blood, in thick cum, in gore, in the ruins of their comrade as they bathed greedily in the virile essence leaking thickly down his shaft.

"That's the real Alpha, the one real god, right there..." Sekhmeth hungrily said, looking up from the ground as she swallowed the thick, dense cum and smeared handfuls of the same potent essence all over her breasts and abs, pushing it down over her groin. "The one beast who can make even me tremble..." She added, spreading her long and beautiful legs to let him see the spasms rattling her powerful thighs, before she laughed and easily stood up again, poking his broad chest with a finger as she half-lidded her eyes and purred: "I love what you have been doing to Hell, enslaving its lords, annihilating its armies, warping the very structure of the world to turn it all into your playground. I've listened to the shrieks of terror and watched as you turned the mightiest fortresses into nothing but dust. I watched as you raped entire towns into piles of desecrated, humiliated ruins. I stared at your horde as it swelled larger and larger and larger as you pumped your seed into hundreds of thousands... I see your power growing greater and greater while Satan hides in the Spire, hoping that it will be able to resist you." She paused, then her eyes narrowed as she leaned forwards and accused: "And yet, all of this is nothing. Nothing but foreplay, nothing but lazy entertainment. Your growth has actually virtually stopped: all the power you are piling up is nothing but a drop in an ocean that you continue to restrain, deep within your big body." She paused, letting her words sink in into his mind, before pushing her finger forwards into the solid muscle, making him grunt a little as she mercilessly added: "And this is not what we need out of you. We need more."

"Pull that finger away, or I'll chop your hand off." Pamela venomously warned, pulling up her mutant weapon, the pole now short and sturdy, to allow her to use the heavy double blade as a broadsword. Mriya and Elaine had already taken position behind the goddess of Destruction, one to either side, and their eyes were cold and unforgiving as they clenched their hands into fists... but Killer raised one finger to signal them not to move, and the tension in their musculature partially vanished, even though they remained poised and ready.

"You know that what I'm saying is true. Ira and Vesta will have told you the very same thing, am I wrong...?" Sekhmeth continued, ignoring Pamela's threat and the presence of the two young goddesses behind her. The queen of Seraphims had straightened as well, and walked right up to Killer's throne, listening with a frown, muscles flexing in anticipation of a fight, ready to react with all of their speed and might. She looked towards Killer, just as Vicky unwillingly slid off his waist to crouch near his leg, one hand resting on his muscular thigh, and the huge male closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

"They have. And I am aware of my lack of progress." Killer admitted, looking directly into Sekhmeth's eyes as he muttered: "If I was stronger, I could end this war. I could dig Satan out of the Spire; I could force Typhon to engage me or hide forever and never annoy anyone again... I know it. I know it all."

"No, you don't." Sekhmeth firmly countered, shaking her head and tapping a finger firmly on his knee. "There are things you don't yet know, that make the problem even worse and add urgency. Sure, if you weren't a lazy, scaredy-cat mortal you would be able to grip the Central Spire in one hand and crush it into dust by this point, but that is not the biggest issue at hand." She slammed her palm into his thick, solid chest even as Pamela growled threateningly and gripped her broadsword even tighter, bringing the blade so close to Sekhmeth's throat that it almost made contact when the lioness breathed, but Killer glared at his guardian, stopping her once more as the goddess of Destruction only smirked tauntingly at the Praetorian.

Sekhmeth's touch brought Killer's last Seal into view, the glowing chain looking badly damaged, the links broken and deformed and yet all still connected rather solidly, and she made a bit of a grimace before muttering: "This chain isn't a problem either, in itself... but there is an Eight seal, the most powerful of all, imposed on you by Elelyon himself. It is an energy-draining seal, which consumes a lot of your strength whenever you push against the last chain. You will never be able to snap this last chain if you don't learn to use all of the power that you have already unlocked. Elelyon knew that you would struggle with your dark side, and wanted to be sure that you could access your full might only when ready." She gazed at him for a few long moments, rubbing absently at her chin and looking thoughtful as she mumbled: "The last seal imprisons a good 30% of your potential, and you will not snap it until you learn to use ALL of your 70%. You are far from even achieving that, aren't you...?" She glared at him accusingly, studying him for a few more moments, and then her eyebrow slowly pushed up in surprise and awe, her expression changing into one of sincere disbelief as she whispered: "You... you haven't even used 30% of your available power, yet. Just how... just how strong are you...?"

"Holy fuck." Vesta exclaimed, looking from Sekhmeth to Killer, before resting her hands on her hips as a wide grin spread on her features. "Well, if he can take on the Princes of Hell with less that 30% of his potential, he'll be able to crush everyone else like a gnat well before he controls all of the 70% of his might."

"We'll need him at his very best, Lady Vesta, I can assure you that much." Sekhmeth quietly but firmly replied, her tone making it clear that there were no ifs and no buts, before Killer leaned forwards and asked: "What has you so worried? What is it that I need to know?"

"I came here to warn you, and to begin your training. I will show you what has me worried, if you follow me." Sekhmeth paused, then pulled up her hand to stop Vesta and Pamela's protests before they could even come out of their open mouths. "Our agreement stands unchanged. He will be accompanied by one of you, when he enters my home Dimension. But first I have to show him what we are truly dealing with... and for all I care, you can all come there if you want. In fact, it might be safer if you come along. Your choice."

Killer gazed at the lioness, studying her for a few instants, trying to read into her eyes to judge what she had in mind, but she clearly did not want to give answers and make it easy for him. He gazed sideways at Alexis as the goddess narrowed her eyes, trying to read the lioness's mind... but even that attempt did not get through, and the empress only grunted and unceremoniously tore her immense shaft out of the ravaged, bulging cocksleeve of a body that was deeply impaled on it. The demoness flopped into the arms of some of the concubines, who all but fought to get between her legs to drink of the ungodly cascade of cum that rushed out of the devastated, gaping hole.

Sekhmeth gazed at the goliath black shaft with a murr of interest, licking her lips as Alexis leisurely stroked her gigantic length, thick cum piling up over her fingers as she scooped it idly off the enormous girth, shaking heavy handfuls of the stuff falling into hungry, eager mouths that opened before her. "That must be a lot of fun to have..." The lioness amusedly observed, and Alexis grunted in agreement, smirking as she pumped her monstrous member, angling it slightly to the side so that its vast cumslit yawned arrogantly, like a feral beast, in front of the goddess of destruction. "You can give it a kiss, you hungry whore."

Sekhmeth grinned at that, and eagerly leaned forwards, nuzzling the gargantuan girth and dragging her tongue up the large flare, until the tip of it, rolling over the fat tip, sunk into the vast cumslit, slurping up thick, potent cum that had an amazingly powerful and virile taste, one that clung to her tongue and did not go away even as she hungrily swallowed the dense essence.

Sekhmeth pulled back with reluctance, gripping the enormous member just beneath the fat head and pumping it hungrily, jerking on the last two feet of the goliath shaft and deliberately bumping her hand in the large, massive corona of Alexis's cockhead at the end of each jerk, grinning as the empress relaxed in her throne with a little growl of pleasure and approval. "It is so... rewarding, to grip into a cock this damn thick." The lioness observed, seizing Killer's even larger shaft in her other hand, her fingers spread wide and unable to wrap more than a scarce half of the colossal girth. "But much as I like this game, I must interrupt it. Have you chosen who will escort you, stud...? I don't have all day to waste just because you fear I'll rape you or something."

Killer let out a snort of entertainment at her taunt, before gripping the base of his gigantic shaft to swing it forcefully down on her face, striking her cheek with a loud, wet slap that smeared potent cum all over her features and all but bruised her muzzle such was the weight of the steel-hard flesh. "Don't get too cocky now, Sekhmeth." He paused and traded a gaze with Alexis, and it was like they had talked for an hour. They only needed to make eye contact once to know what the other was thinking, and the goddess gave a small nod of agreement, before Killer said: "Hold the fortress while I'm away, my love. And spare some sluts for me, huh...?"

"They aren't nearly enough to spare any..." Alexis teasingly replied, her eyes glowing lustfully as she added: "You'll better hurry up and be back soon, because I can't promise I'll resist the temptation."

Pamela waited for orders, clearly eager to be called into action, but Killer gently squeezed her shoulder and said: "You wait here, my guardian. Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

The captain of the Praetorians looked disappointed for a brief instant, but quickly nodded and made the surprise and irritation vanish from her face, taking his orders without a comment. Killer was aware that Pamela never took well being left behind, but he had decided to follow Sekhmeth with only one warrior accompanying him. He wasn't sure what Sekhmeth had in mind and did not want to lead the whole family into a trap, if that was what awaited on the other side. He looked firmly into Pamela's eyes, and the captain's eyes suddenly sparkled with realization, and a little smile crested her lips as she understood that, far from being sidelined, she was being tasked with leading the reinforcements into a swift charge if treachery materialized. Mriya and Elaine were similarly swift to pick up the unspoken concept, and obediently retreated to their cushions, with the ligeress smiling widely and ruffling her brother's mane as she walked past him, the young stud blushing over his own broad smile as his massive black shaft continued to arrogantly tower up from his lap, shiny with Vesta's drool and juices and with his own masculine fluids.

Killer stood up from the throne, glaring a bit at Sekhmeth until the goddess huffed and let go of his enormous cock, which refused to return to flaccidity, unsatisfied by the worship it had received and still fully ready and hungry for more. The huge male attempted to work the arousal out of his system, however, and in the same time he announced: "A pact is a pact. I'll only pick one to accompany me..." He paused as Vesta grinned widely and slammed her hand over her firm breast, almost hopping from toe to toe to be chosen, until he firmly added: "And that will be Ira, since I promised it to her. Also because otherwise she'll compile an even more absurdly demanding training programme and she'll use it to hand me my own ass on a plate."

"More or less. Thanks for the call, Master." Ira amusedly said as she immediately appeared before him, clad in her battle armor and smirking right in Sekhmeth's face, energy crackling between the two goddesses as the cobra warned her, without uttering a word, that she would look for any and all signs of double-dealing.

The cobra had been guarding the colonies in the Mortal Plane, along with her powerful legion of dragon knights, but as soon as Killer had thought of her she had felt a shiver down her spine and she had eagerly teleported towards his position. She could trust Manticora and Kimera, who by now were her executive officers within the legion, to lead her troops just as well as she would have. The two sisters had been eager to face the challenges posed by forcing a feral dragon into submission and they had leaped at the chance offered by Ira to join the ranks of her elite formation. Manticora and Kimera had easily been able to tame their dragons and they had excelled in all combat, tactics and strategy courses, proving that they were more than ready for high level command. In fact, both females deserved to lead a Legion of their own, but until more Insatiables were broken down into more manageable and disciplined warriors, they did not have enough manpower to form any new unit, and so they had to wait.

Vesta sulked with a grumble and a punch into Killer's shoulder, but then she pointed a finger at Sekhmeth's face and growled: "No games, you hear me? Don't mess with us, or we'll take turns kicking penalties with your cunt as the ball."

Sekhmeth nodded with a little smile, looking amused as she shrugged a bit and innocently wondered: "What did I do to deserve all this distrust...? I'm helping all of you. I like the big bad stud here, and I want him to succeed."

Vesta grunted bad-temperedly, but found no counter to offer, instead only looking flatly at Killer as he finally managed to step into his black pants, his enormous shaft mostly back to its flaccid state, so that it could fit, albeit not easily, down one leg of the jeans. "And you, asshole, you owe me for leaving me behind." She grumbled under her breath when Killer cheerfully promised he would keep it in mind and pay his due as soon as possible, and then her eyes found Anubis again and she headed towards the prince, licking her lips as a smile returned to her lips. "Be careful out there. I'm right here if you need me. Just call and I'll reach you in a blink."

Killer nodded with a smile, pulling one arm up as Ira pushed into his side, wrapping her arms around his waist. He squeezed around her shoulders, and extended his other hand towards Sekhmeth, who squeezed into it... and then teleported.

Everything went dark for a moment, and Killer was overtaken by a violent sense of nausea for the briefest of instants before materializing into whatever place Sekhmeth had chosen... but light did not return. He found himself into almost complete darkness and suddenly realized that there was no air, that his lungs had nothing to work with. His chest stung violently as the air inside him was violently dragged out, and at the same time he realized that he was surrounded by enormous floating boulders and islands of rock. He was in space, out in the cold emptiness of the universe, in what was a very dark area, with few sources of light to speak off. Plenty of stars gleamed in the distance in every direction, but none managed to cast much light over the field of asteroids in which he now floated.

Ira squeezed a bit tighter around his waist, letting him feel that she was still present, before letting go to swim in the nothingness until she could grasp the asteroid right in front of them, her emerald eyes glowing in the darkness as she looked out to the right, where Sekhmeth stood, arms crossed on top of the same meteor as she gazed right ahead, as naturally as if she was just looking from her home's window. Killer easily floated forwards as well, gripping into the dark stone, and he followed the gaze of the lioness as flashes of light suddenly came from the distance.

They were explosions, enormous blasts that were rattling a planet ahead of them, a world that was mostly dark, its continents only very sparsely dotted with the gleaming of artificial lights. An eternal night had embraced that sad world, and Killer instinctively spun around to watch behind his shoulders, his eyes widening in horror as he realized that the vast field of asteroids they stood into was roughly circular and orbited slowly around a few titanic pieces of dark, cold rock injected with veins of rapidly cooling magma. They were the pieces of a planet that had only very recently been shattered like a sphere of glass, and there, floating in the middle of that apocalypse, was a dark obelisk, an Anchor like the one he had destroyed in Heaven. This one was still in one piece, but it was no longer hidden: something - or someone - had destroyed the entire planet to find it, and they would have no problems crumbling it later on.

In the distance, a star suddenly blinked out of sight and Killer narrowed his eyes to look in that direction, discovering another obelisk that, half-sticking out of the remains of the core of another planet, had slowly moved in front of the distant celestial body, momentarily hiding it from sight.

And there were other asteroid fields in the distance, the meteors orbiting gloomily around floating obelisks that now looked more like tombstones, the last signs marking the position of worlds that had been brutally, mercilessly annihilated. Killer had no idea where they were, as he could recognize nothing in the space around them: he gazed in all directions, seeking a star, a planet, something that might look familiar, but everything was alien and new, giving him no clue at all about where their home world was. For sure, he realized with astonishment, many, many light years away. The solar system they were in had almost completely been destroyed: the sun that had burned in the middle of it had been snuffed out of existence and turned into a threatening black hole surrounded by a sinister glow of electricity and pure energy. Few planets were left, and they all seemed to be under attack already.

Fleets of gigantic starships surrounded the planet closest to their position, and countless smaller and much quicker assault ships and fighters swarmed around the largest battleships. There were several fleets of those terrifying war machines, miles long and bristling with batteries of huge direct-energy cannons and rows upon rows of armoured cells, each containing one or more missiles. Several of the humongous battleships stood guard around the exposed Anchors, and Killer felt a shiver of horror run down his spine as he thought back to the cataclysm that had been caused by shattering the obelisk in Heaven. If all those Anchors were shattered, none of the solar system would remain, and probably "nearby" stars and systems would be affected as well, dragged towards a new cosmic furnace of chaos and destruction.

The star battleships were not at all the most threatening part, however, because between them moved enormous, terrible figures that thrummed with tremendous, impossible power: they were gods. No, they were great gods, divinities who did not have the limits and hesitations and seals that restrained Killer's might. Their power rippled clearly through the cold infinity of space, and it resonated into Killer's chest with enough violence to make him grunt, his own eyes glowing, his musculature flexing and bulging as their very presence seemed to pump energy into him, as he felt the incontrollable need to match them, and then to grow greater than them, bigger than they could dream of.

He looked up in distance as a truly gigantic divinity, come sort of draconic creature with a body seemingly composed of enormous shells of an unholy, invulnerable metal, flew rapidly past the field of asteroids, his titanic muscles dwarfing the star battleships that sailed in formation around him. A whole swarm of smaller but still gigantic lesser gods flew among the ships as well, and Killer realized that those were Disciples to the far greater entity.

Keep your aura in check, Killer. Sekhmeth's voice sounded clear in his head as the lioness glared at him, and he nodded, trying to suppress the flow of adrenaline and energy in his veins, realizing that the titans around them would be able to sense his energies... and the monster that had just floated past the ring of meteors could have simply slapped the whole field into dust with them inside, so it was not wise to attract attention. The radars on their warships can't pick us up in the clutter from all these asteroids, but if you let your energies go wild, we'll have them pouncing on us from all directions.

Sorry, sorry. I realize that. Killer replied, making a grimace. You know that I don't control myself properly still.

I do. And it is high time to correct that. Sekhmeth flatly countered, gazing sideways at him as he looked back towards the agonizing planet beyond the vast range of asteroids, now easily able to see the enormous gods that swarmed around the doomed world. One slender figure was giving them the shoulders, one arm lazily pointing at the planet below, and the index finger idly aiming now at this, then at that little group of weakly gleaming lights on the surface of the world. Enormous, terrible energy erupted from that single finger, firing in beams of force that tore through the damaged atmosphere to ram like meteors into the few surviving tows, crushing them out of existence, annihilating them in blasts that devoured entire regions and sent glowing cracks spreading through the crust of the planet, magma surging and exploding up out of those deep wounds.

Ira stared at the devastation in silence, as other gods added their own tremendous power, one of them all but vaporizing an entire continent with a massive blast of dark force that cut through the planet like a knife into butter, shattering entire nations in the space of seconds, turning a whole face of the world into a crimson, glowing wasteland of fire, magma and death.

This is what Elelyon has been trying to fight back in all these years. Sekhmeth explained in their minds, and both Killer and Ira stiffened and tensed, the huge male biting his lower lip as he realized the true scale of the war they were part of. I don't know where Elelyon is. I don't know if he is still alive and fighting, or agonizing and dying, alone in some dark corner of a distant universe. He might have been destroyed years ago, for all we know. I wish I had a clue, but I do not.

Ira's gaze dropped at that, and she stared at her hands as her fingers tore into the solid stone, ripping into the asteroid until a large chunk of it simply crumbled in her grip, and Killer wrapped one arm around her shoulders, squeezing her close, trying to comfort her and at the same time taking his own relief from the contact, from her presence, from her warmth.

Elelyon did not call us into the fight. He knew we were not ready... and I suspect he knew very well that, in his absence, the world would fall into chaos. He planned ahead, in his own way: he left us behind because, in a way or another, we'd help you build up your strength up until you are ready to stand tall in front of the apocalypse. Sekhmeth paused, looking directly into Killer's eyes as the huge male shifted uncomfortably yet gave a small nod, accepting the truth of her words. I know you are wondering where we are. The answer is: very far from home; in another galaxy; another solar system... actually, in another universe altogether. But this is just one group of gods, among many more, and distance does not mean much to them. Like we teleported here in one instant, they could do the same. But they are in no hurry, yet. They just go from star to star, conquering and destroying worlds, bringing the Anchors to light. But make no mistake: they draw nearer with every day that passes, and we'll better be ready when they reach our world.

Killer nodded, repressing a shiver of horror and fear at the thought of that armada of divinities descending over the world, conquering, destroying, ravaging, raping and pillaging at leisure. He would not be able to stop them, and his family would succumb and be enslaved, like all others. It was a thought that made him close his eyes with a grimace of disgust, his mouth filling with a bitter, acid taste as he clenched his fists in powerless fury. He wanted to rush forwards and save what little was left of the unknown civilization that had lived on the sad planet ahead; he wanted to take down those vicious, merciless gods that horribly reminded him of himself, or at least of part of him... but the energies thrumming in the infinity of space were too great, pinning even his prideful, reckless self into inaction, because it was a battle that he simply had no hope of winning.

Why...? Why are they destroying everything? Who are they? Who leads them? The huge male urgently asked, but Sekhmeth only tilted her head to the side with a grimace of compassion.

You don't seriously expect me to have the answers, do you...? No, you are not stupid. You know that I have no idea. These gods come from distant worlds, far beyond the bounds of my knowledge. Far beyond even Elelyon's knowledge, even though he had traveled many universes. She turned and pointed her finger at one of the distant obelisks, glaring at the dark, mysterious matter that composed it, grimacing at the terrible, devastating energy that crackled around it. Those things, clearly, are the reason why they destroy everything. They want to locate all of those strange things... and much as I hate having to agree with that Know-It-All of Vesta yet once more, she is probably right about their role. They are supercharged with such energy that I can't think of another explanation. They must be Anchors, keeping Creation stable. Restraining the creative and yet destructive power that generated all of us. Because that power is the only one great enough to push against those obelisks with such violence, everywhere at once across the universes.

Killer nodded in silence. There was no need to add anything, because it was pretty clear that the gods wanted to know the position of all of the Anchors. All of them, at all costs. They had no hesitation in destroying an entire solar system and all who lived in it if that was what it took to find the obelisks. And at the right time, when they had located them all, they would shatter them, he imagined, letting that immense, unfathomable power spread free and unrestrained.

They need a way to harness all that power and use it for their aims, whatever they are. Sekhmeth calmly observed, agreeing with his thoughts. That is the only reason why they haven't broken the Anchors yet. If they shattered an Anchor right now, they would waste a lot of energy... and commit suicide, if they weren't fast enough in getting out of the way of the destruction that would follow.

Killer made a grimace, but before he could offer any word of his own they all looked up past the meteor to see two titanic, monstrous hands, which instead of fingers had three thick, long tentacles, raising on either side of the doomed world, gripping into it like it was nothing more than a football.

An enormous, hideous head which resembled a skull made of shiny, silvery metal rose up above the north pole of the cracked world, segmented pincers clacking slowly and eagerly as cruel fangs gritted in a savage smirk, acid drool leaking through the saber-like teeth. The metallic, skull-like head ended in a messy crown of twisted horns growing over each other in a tangle, and Killer spotted a huge, swarming mass of tendrils, like flexible metallic tubes, floating around the great head in place of hair.

The god was immense, looming over his Disciples like a titan over small children, and with terrifying ease he compressed the already damaged planet between his hands, as the tentacles mercilessly swept entire continents into rubble, filling the oceans with dirt and ruins, turning the ball of stone into a dead, sad pebble that crackled and shattered, magma exploding through the countless wounds before the gigantic creature easily tore outwards, ripping the planet in half, unveiling its core of molten, super-dense metal clustered around another of the great obelisks. The beast crushed the two halves of the planet into his grip, disintegrating them into nothing but puny asteroids, and Killer could for the first time take a look at its body too. It reminded him of a gorilla, somewhat: a massive, imposing torso made enormous by a titanic musculature, over small but powerful legs, short but exceptionally potent and ending in flexible, prehensile talon-tentacles which could crush, cut and grab things. The arms were enormous, bulging with huge, almost grotesque muscles under heavy plates of some sort of dark metal. The whole beast was clad in that heavy exoskeleton and Killer could only imagine how impervious to any kind of damage those overlapping slabs of metal had to be.

The god pocked the obelisk, pushing the core of the dead planet around like it was just a tennis ball, but he pulled his hand back with a wince of fury as terrible energy crackled angrily out of the Anchor, electricity zapping up the titan's arm with enough force to make even him recoil a little, his eyes glowing crimson and betraying frustration and impatience. It was easy for Killer to imagine that the god craved to devour all the power that the anchor restrained: he felt the same craving deep within, even though he tried to ignore and deny it. The cruel titan reached forwards again, his hands hesitating on either side of the dark obelisk, almost trembling in eagerness at the idea of gripping into that tremendous, scary power... but he floated backwards instead, and angrily ordered his Disciples and his fleets of star warships to guard his treasure. Killer saw the monstrous jaws moving, but they could not hear the monster's voice through the emptiness of space: evidently the god had created a bubble of atmosphere around himself and his minions, but no noise could sail through it and reach them due to the absence of air in space.

The red eyes of the beast did all the speaking, though, as they burned with rage and frustration at having so much energy at his disposal but no way to capture and master it. The beast gazed longingly at the obelisk one last time as the immense warships surrounded it, and then he glared at the other fleets and gigantic gods flying across that doomed universe. Clearly, it was a power-grabbing race, in which the "allies" fully expected to betray and be betrayed as soon as a method for harnessing the wild powers of Light and Darkness was found. Sometimes, I've seen them fighting between themselves. But believe me, they are not going to self-destroy... not before killing everyone and turning all the stars cold and dead. Sekhmeth said, and he nodded inwardly in agreement, making a grimace of disgust.

How did you find out...? Ira's voice coldly asked, and Sekhmeth shrugged and easily replied: Destruction lures me like a corpse lures the flies. And the destruction these beasts are waging is so enormous that it calls to me, loudly, even through light years of distance. As soon as I felt the ripples clearly enough, I teleported to the dying planets and stars, to savor their agony.

Ira studied the lioness with a cold gaze, but nodded after a few moments, finding sincerity in her tone and in her words. She was the goddess of Destruction, and it was only logical that she would perceive all of it, clearly. The lioness turned and leaned with her back against the asteroid, crossing her muscular arms and dropping her head forwards, closing her eyes. Killer could see her shivering in delight as the gorilla-god turned around, bad-temperedly smashing his fist into the lonely moon that used to orbit around the now pulverized planet. The satellite dissolved in a puff of dust, like it was made of flour, and the god's eyes glowed as he turned towards another of the few surviving worlds, out on the edge of the now dark solar system. Even as she tried not to watch, she could feel it all clearly, and couldn't help reveling in it. It was her nature, and Killer smiled softly, touched by struggles that he could understand all too well.

Lately, I feel the ripples come one after the other. They are destroying at an unprecedented rate, and getting closer as they do. Much as I take pleasure from these displays of power and wanton annihilation, I do not want it to continue. Even less I want it to reach us, for obvious reasons. Sekhmeth clearly said in their minds, and her eyes opened to look up into Killer's, a smile spreading on her lips as she wordlessly thanked him for his sympathy, before Ira nervously asked: But is no one trying to resist? Elelyon... I... I thought he knew other gods. Gods who actually care about their creations and who will never approve of this massacre. Where are they all...?

It was a question that had one answer that was as terrible as it was obvious, and silence hovered between them for a few long moments as they all dealt with their own fears, worries and bad feelings, until Sekhmeth muttered: _There was a resistance. There probably still is some. But many valiant gods have fallen, and the tide of destruction is rising fast. You really want me to try and answer your question, Lady Ira...? We share the same painful feeling about this, I'm afraid. _

The cobra dropped her head a bit and closed her eyes with a shiver, before Killer muttered: we have to do something about it. We can't let them rampage like this.

True. We need to train you. You are the only one who can put an end to this apocalypse. The lioness calmly replied, before looking over her shoulder as the immense gorilla-like god began to advance quickly towards the next planet in line, sweeping asteroids out of the way like he could an annoying blade of grass. Satellites orbiting around the distant planet opened fire with some kind of laser, but the titan laughed that pitifully weak attack off and made an idle slapping gesture with his enormous hand, disintegrating the entire swarms of expensive machines and tearing a swath of burning destruction into the face of the world, erasing entire regions with just that lazy movement.

That big bastard out there will be your training. Your sparring partner.

Killer slowly turned towards her, looking flatly down at her face, but the goddess only smirked and nodded smugly. I'm totally serious. You are going to wrestle that big bastard down, and you are going to rip him apart, and you are going to absorb everything you can out of him. And I'll watch.

Ira turned towards the lioness with a snarl, muscles flexing as she slammed her fist into the asteroid, barking: What kind of madness is this?

What did you two expect...? Sekhmeth snapped back, her eyes glowing and shooting daggers against both. Did you think your training would be lifting barbells with me as spotter...? You are a god, Killer. No, you are more than that. You are a monster, a beast with abilities that are unprecedented and potentially limitless. I have news for you: there is not enough weight anywhere to give you a meaningful sweating. We need you to bring out the beast, for real.

Ira clenched her hands into fists and gritted her fangs, her eyes flashing as she barely restrained herself from leaping at Sekhmeth's throat, but Killer reached over to squeeze gently on her shoulder, and she immediately calmed down, at least in part, looking at him with curiosity.

I trust you have a plan. I can't just charge in there and take that colossus down: his Disciples and the other greater gods all around would pounce on me the instant I moved.

Sekhmeth nodded in agreement with his observation, but then smirked amusedly, tilting her head to the side. You think I'm blind and hopelessly stupid...? Of course I have a plan: I've set up a special pocket dimension, with a suitable area for you to use. We'll use the good old guerrilla approach: swift assaults on the fleets. I and Sunshine - she jerked her head towards Ira, smirking tauntingly at the cobra - can wreck the star battleships big time, and hold back the Disciples as they rush to the rescue of their master. You must go for the big guy himself, grab him, and teleport with him into the arena.

Ira snorted in contempt, her eyes narrowing in a way that Killer knew all too well as she prepared to fire a barrage of questions that would quickly disintegrate any ill-thought out plan. And won't he be able to just teleport back out of the arena? Won't he be able to just call his friends in? Won't it just be an invite for these monsters to follow us into our universe?

Sekhmeth mocked her, tilting her head from side to side and making a yakking gesture with her hand before calmly replying: _all good questions, but all pretty obvious. I've thought about it all. That's why I created a pocket dimension: they will not come into our universe because we are not leading them there to start with. I've put up strong defences, and they won't even be able to guess where we are, so no teleporting. _

Killer cursed under his breath, watching as the titan effortlessly tore its way through a fleet of doomed starships that had taken off from the doomed planet, and he gritted his fangs in a snarling grin as he barked: _Okay, let's do this before I get a chance to think about it better and realize how crazy it is. _

Ira gazed at him nervously, but swallowed her protest and only narrowed her eyes as Sekhmeth bit into her own hand, drawing blood that she used to draw a complicated mark on Killer's massive bicep. This will let you enter the arena. The goddess simply announced, and Killer looked curiously at the mark as it glowed brightly before vanishing, as if absorbed into his flesh, while the lioness moved over to Ira to draw the very same figure on her own arm.

The cobra tensed and surveyed her every movement with great attention, making sure that the lioness would draw not one line less nor one line more, and only when she was satisfied she turned her eyes towards Killer. Don't hold back, you hear me...? I've only seen you being serious once or twice, but you'll better show me once more, otherwise we'll all end up dead.

Killer nodded, flexing his fingers nervously even as his musculature flexed eagerly, bulging with vigor and thrumming with terrible power as energy crackled around his form, as he carefully unleashed himself, his eyes fixed on the titanic enemy in the distance. He was as eager to open the floodgates and wrestle with the titan as he was worried by a plan that still seemed hurried and desperate.

They traded a gaze and a nod, then made their moves: Ira threw her head back with a snarl, flexing her powerful form and gritting her fangs in a grin as she rapidly doubled, trebled her height, muscles bulging with terrible physical strength and her eyes burning a ferocious emerald as she shoved her palms hard forwards, sending a solid wall of energy slamming into the vast field of asteroids, sending the huge meteors hurling through space towards the fleet of star warships and Disciples.

The fleet could not miss her immense growth and the power that radiated in ripples from her form, and the starships had already begun to turn and trail their guns on her when the first enormous, wildly-spinning asteroid crashed into a great battleship, ripping it in half and sending corpses and debris spilling in every direction, while the continent-sized block of dark stone tore through a swarm of smaller, nimble fighters which just weren't fast enough to ever get out of the way in time.

The hailstorm of meteors hammered the fleet, the giant boulders smashing through the flank of a another giant destroyer, and while some disintegrated against the thick armor, others tore inside the bowels of the ship, which was rattled by one, then three more explosions and three out of four engines flickered out like candles, leaving the vessel floating awkwardly in the emptiness of space, entering into a slow, uncontrollable spiral that forced two more battleships to hurriedly maneuver out of the line to avoid a collision. Fighters and smaller ships exploded in a series of massive conflagrations that only the emptiness of space made less spectacular, as no flames could erupt in absence of air and there was no real sound to speak of. The fleet turned around and opened fire with hundreds of enormous cannons, blasting beams of focused energy and laser light against the goddess as Ira continued to grow, already rivaling some of the largest battleships in size, her eyes glowing like stars as she threw her chains forwards, the lace of Lust wrapping around a gigantic destroyer and cutting through its armor like through butter, the incandescent links melting and crushing the heavy plates of metal. The chain of Discipline whip-lashed through another large ship but missed the large divinity floating beyond, who dodged and spun around to fire a barrage of spheres of dark energy, many of those striking into the incoming meteors and disintegrating them.

Sekhmeth charged forwards, her own immense form crackling with energy and easily repealing the spheres of energy that smashed into her as she closed the distance and hungrily seized a battleship in her hands, growing even larger as she did, her terrible fangs seeming to glow with a blinding white light as her muscular form dwarfed the war machine, the metal bending and crumpling in her grip as she arched her back with a roar. The battleship was squished like a cheap tin can, and Sekhmeth leaned forwards with a snarling grin, crimson energy glowing between her fangs before she breathed a vortex of terrible supernatural fire that washed over two starships, melting them like they were made of ice cream while she bad-temperedly slapped a titanic hand through a swarm of fighters which had pulled up towards her face, hitting her with missiles and discharges of directed energy which barely tickled her cheek.

The lioness turned to the side as another battleship floated up towards her chest and fired a broadside into her enormous breast, making her snarl in annoyance more than pain as she slammed her fist down upon the vessel, breaking it in half like a breadstick, before two titanic, miles-tall Disciples rushed against her, one of them armed with a glowing halberd and another carrying a flaming cleaver sword. Sekhmeth threw herself backwards to avoid the halberd as it was stabbed viciously forwards, its long blade crackling with electricity, and the lioness grinned as she felt a warship exploding against her mighty thigh as she crashed into it while spinning to slam a punch in the flat of the enormous cleaver as it descended against her head.

The massive blade swung wide off the mark and the god carrying it, a horse-headed monstrosity with the immense body of a serpent, grunted as he was knocked to the side.

Immediately, Ira lunged into the staggered enemy and sent him crashing through the fleet, warships exploding all around them and fighters swarming in every direction in search of escape as the titanic gods wrestled, the cobra smashing her brutal fist into the monster's chest hard enough to tear it open, dark blue blood exploding out of the terrible chasm even as the beast opened its jaws and vomited an explosion of electricity against the female.

Ira gritted her fangs as her muscles spasmed painfully, electricity cursing along her nerves and causing her body to flex uncontrollably, but she only grew even larger in reaction, dwarfing the enemy divinity in mere moments and growling as she seized the beast in her hands, viciously pulling outwards in either direction until the serpent just snapped in half, its alien insides spilling out in the vacuum of space, the blood forming a large cloud of floating bubbles that she crossed effortlessly, tossing the two broken, bloody pieces of meat into two distant star destroyers, hitting them with such force that they began to spun wildly out of control, corpses spilling out of the breached hulls and bursting apart at the sudden decompression.

Sekhmeth meanwhile had seized the enormous halberd and jerked it out of the shocked Disciple's hands, the goddess spinning the heavy weapon with terrifying ease and then hacking it down into the god's shoulder, cutting through thick armor like it wasn't even there and grinning as the large, heavy blade tore through the beast's chest, all the way down to the opposite hip, where it came free with a splatter of blood and gore. The Disciple's eyes bulged in shock and disbelief, but even as his torso horrendously slid off his legs, only connected by a few ropes of a weird, alien internal organ that resembled an intestine, the divinity somehow found the strength and will to lunge forwards, summoning every last bit of energy. His broken body became blindingly luminous as terrible energy radiated off him, and the lioness growled and hurriedly lashed out a kick that sent the body flying backwards through the fleet. She pulled up her powerful arms and shielded herself as best she could just as the divinity self-destructed, exploding in a tremendous blast that swallowed several warships, melting them out of existence as the solid wave of heat slammed into Sekhmeth and Ira, pushing both backwards as their skin and scales boiled and blistered, peeling off and revealing the flesh beneath.

The lioness gritted her fangs in fury, the pain only feeding her hunger for destruction as the incandescent, cruel desert winds that accompanied her everywhere somehow spiraled powerfully even through the vacuum of space, blowing the smaller fighters into pieces, sweeping them off course and sending them crashing into the large battleships.

The fire coming from the starships became more accurate and heavier as the vessels spread out in a battle line and brought the majority of their cannons to bear, several of the great vessels almost vanishing behind the glow of laser beams, crackling shots of directed energy and the plasma coming out from the thrusters pushing thousands of missiles towards the two goddesses. The warheads struck into Ira's scales again and again and again, but they could barely scratch her smooth hide as she sailed forwards, swinging Arctica down through a star destroyer and cutting in half like a piece of bread, sending wreckage and corpses spinning in the darkness, before she swung the long, glowing blade along the battle line, shredding a whole squadron of the artillery vessels just as Sekhmeth lashed out with a whip made of supernatural flames, the destructive force of the sun turned into a long, flexible chain armed of countless barbs and blades that tore into the body of a charging Disciple with the ferocity of starving lions.

The Disciples scattered all around the fleet, each at the lead of a squadron of warships loaded with mortal minions, all charged forwards to assault the two goddesses, rapidly surrounding them, and the titanic greater god himself had turned around to glare at the females with a mix of surprise, outrage and utter, indescribable fury.

The titanic monster barreled against the two goddesses, his eyes glowing crimson as his nostrils flared, muscles bulging with terrible power as he carelessly smashed into the ships of his own fleet, showing no care for his mortal worshipers, trampling their lives in passing without a second thought.

Ira turned towards him and her eyes glowed as applied her domination on his mind... but she recoiled with a wince of pain, blood bursting out of her nostrils as she shut her eyes, her head pounding painfully and her brain seeming to burn as she was assaulted by what felt like never ending, mindless rage.

The enormous god bared his fangs in a grin, easily repealing her mental assaults and ignoring the beauty and sensuality of her body, his hands only clenching into monstrous, oversized fists that seemed to tear apart the emptiness of space as they lashed out against Ira. The cobra easily dodged the powerful but crude assault, snarling as she swung Arctica against the rippling abs of the monster and catching them with her full might... but much to her astonishment, her trusted katana violently recoiled backwards, barely scratching the overlapping metal elements of the god's body as the handle vibrated so violently that it almost ripped through her fingers and out of her grip. The giant laughed and threw his enormous form against her, dropping his shoulder as cruel spikes of metal jutted suddenly out of it, but the cobra was faster and nimbler and spun out of the way with ease, growling as she swung up her other arm and punched hard into the side of his skull.

The beast barely noticed, turning his head around to grin tauntingly at her as his eyes glowed with terrible, cruel amusement before he suddenly slashed up an enormous, thick crocodile-like tail which caught Ira in the chest, sending her shooting backwards through space with a soundless grunt of pain. She immediately tossed her chains against him, and the blades at the end of each shot right into his eyes, the only part of his body that seemed exposed. Sparkles flew from the impact of metal versus metal at the edges of the deep sockets, and the curved, hook-like daggers became lodged into the heavy mask, but without reaching his pupils, which were deep within those dark openings. Immediately, two new sockets opened in two of the larger horns of the monster, and angry eyes rolled down from behind the bone-armor, fixing their evil gaze on the cobra and sending a shockwave of sheer rage and evil force smashing into her with enough violence to make her vomit a thick gout of blood as her back arched painfully.

She dragged on the chains with all of her strength, jerking the beast hard forwards as she swung one foot up in a planet-annihillating kick, but the beast took it without a wince, only leaning forwards to tear his tentacle-claws into her shoulders and ramming his head hard down on her face, bone loudly cracking as blood exploded from her muzzle.

Sekhmeth slashed her fire whip into the back of the giant monster, but it merely left a black mark on his seemingly invulnerable metallic hide, and when she struck again, aiming at the neck, the result was the same, the god's eyes burning with savage delight as he moved his terrible hands up to Ira's neck, seizing into it and bearing down with monstrous, overwhelming strength that made her eyes bulge. The cobra spun Arctica to handle it like a dagger, stabbing it savagely into the hip of the titan, but the blade only ever scratched the impervious armor, its course deflected, and as she punched into the side of his head, again and again and again, she only managed to hurt herself, the bones in her fingers creaking and shattering. Enemy Disciples swarmed over Sekhmeth to keep her from helping the cobra, but Killer charged into the thick of the fight with the force of a supernova, his immense form thrumming with power, muscles bulging explosively and his black armor somehow glowing with such light that the stars all around seemed weak candles in comparison, while the sapphire flames in his eyes burned so brightly that they simply could not be compared to anything else.

The liger had never before dared growing to such commanding sizes, and the power he could feel pumping in his veins was simply fearsome, causing distant suns to flicker like candles in the wind. He was greater than when he and Alexis had raped Sobek out of existence and annihilated his planet. He was bigger than he had been when he had absorbed the Cataclysm. He was incomparably greater than he had been when turning Eaglenest into his Sanctuary. His immense biceps dwarfed the planets and made the star battleships look like nothing but toys, cheap plastic sets for children's amusement. He could seize a planet in one hand and crush it out of existence with an easy squeeze, with no effort at all. He ignored the anti-matter guns, the lasers, the barrages of missiles coming from warships that by now were completely beneath his notice, their weakness in comparison to him so unfairly enormous that he almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

He towered over Ira and Sekhmeth, thousands of miles taller than the two goddesses, and he had outgrown even the metallic god, looming easily a whole head taller, but the metallic beast continued to look extremely dangerous, even then. There was something about that monster that was unlike anything else Killer had ever faced: it gave off waves of solid, enormous energy that made it clear that, even being shorter, he had a tremendous strength at his disposal.

Killer ignored the Disciples that lunged against him and charged instead against the bulky, gorilla-like god, smashing a tremendous punch in the side of his head, sending his skull tilting violently towards the opposite side. Amazingly, however, the beast quickly pushed back with the strength of his short neck, straightening and turning slightly to the side to glare into Killer's eyes, his thick skull left undamaged, and his hands still crushing the life out of Ira. The liger snarled and gripped the beast's arms, squeezing into them, trying to claw into the thick metal, then smashing his spiked elbow down into them, again and again, but the beast seemed all but invulnerable, grinning patronizingly up at him, ignoring even the burning heat of Ira's collar, which glowed a bright, blinding white as it overheated and tried to incinerate his fingers. Nothing seemed to have any effect on the monster, and Killer gritted his fangs in horror and powerless fury as Ira struggled weakly against the unyielding arms that held her captive, the short and brutal, stocky fingers of the monster crushing savagely into her throat, drawing blood as they tore into the flesh.

More Disciples assaulted Killer's back now, even as Sekhmeth battled them back, and the liger snarled as incandescent blades pierced into his spine, but his concern was all for Ira, and he put all of his force in a savage, desperate punch right into the grinning fangs of the monster.

The blow was tremendous, and the god's head was slammed backwards with terrible violence, his neck loudly creaking, and Killer immediately followed up by smashing his spiked elbow into his face, ignoring the pain as his bone spikes cracked and nearly shattered on impact. The unknown divinity recoiled as well, however, and the liger was able to grip one of his hands and tear it off Ira's neck before viciously slamming his elbow and all of his weight on the joint of the gorilla's other arm, causing it to spasm in pain and instinctively retreat. Ira immediately threw herself backwards, out of reach, seizing her bloody throat and panting, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

The other gods moving in that sad, dead corner of the universe were now rushing towards the fight, and Killer knew that they had already been in the area for too long. He rushed after the enemy god, but the gorilla grinned mockingly and charged in the opposite direction, aiming for Sekhmeth while the goddess grappled with a group of Disciples. Before Killer could grab him, the gorilla tightly joined his hands and slammed a tomahawk blow into the lioness's back, knocking her sprawling forwards with a soundless shriek of agony, blood flying from her jaws as she fell forwards, her body spasming in pain. Immediately, a slender goddess clad in full body armor moved forwards and spun a spear tip-down, driving it viciously towards the back of the lioness's neck, but the goddess of destruction managed to wrap a hand around her leg, dragging her around in a half-circle and tossing her violently towards Ira, who chopped her in half with a clean swing of Arctica.

Another two Disciples pulled up in front of Killer, lunging forwards to skewer him on two bardiches that crackled with malignant energy, but the titan charged straight into their blades, which failed to pierce his glowing armor, allowing him to seize one head in his hand, while his shoulder smashed into the other warrior and the cruel bone spikes shredded him into pieces. The liger clenched his hand into a fist and felt the wet splatter of gore in his palm and the squirts through his fingers as the heavy helmet and the skull beneath crumpled like paper, and he tossed the corpse away, bracing as the gorilla barreled towards him. The impact was tremendous, and Killer was slammed backwards through a vast field of asteroids, as the stocky beast wrapped his arms around his waist and squeezed with terrifying force, causing his bones to creak audibly as his armor plates bent out of shape and, in several points, disintegrated like they were made of glass.

The monster grinned with savage amusement as it crushed Killer in his arms, leaning up to viciously headbutt towards the liger's face, forcing him to throw his head back and out of the way... but the impact on his chest was every bit as painful, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him gasping for air that he could not hope to find. The liger managed to tear one arm free, then the other, and he slammed his hands on the temples of the monster, bearing down on them with his tremendous strength, but the gorilla only continued to mockingly grin, applying even more strength himself... before Killer saw Ira and Sekhmeth tearing out of their fights, floating a safe distance away from the nearest Disciples. They traded a gaze, then teleported, vanishing from the spot.

The gorilla-god grunted in surprise and attempted to wrestle free, then snarled and slammed one hand into Killer's abs, pushing violently while holding a steel-like arm behind his back in an attempt to snap his spine in half, but the shock of the teleportation sapped away the strength of both warriors. It was just a split second effect, but Killer exploited it perfectly and turned slightly sideways to ram into the gorilla's chest, smashing him flying through the air just as they materialized inside Sekhmeth's arena.

And it was a literal coliseum, much to Killer's amazement: she had used her powers to build an arena that was literally galaxy sized. His feet sunk into soft sand, his lungs filled with hot and dry air of the desert, even though there was just as much light as in a full moon night. The pocket dimension, apparently limited literally just to the arena, floated silently like a weird island in a dark and isolated corner of the Creation. There was no nearby sun luminous enough to cast the arena in daylight... and indeed, very little in the way of stars too. Killer gazed up at the sky through the thin bubble of atmosphere and realized that he was never going to see any star because the pocket dimension was surrounded by at least four immense black holes that shielded the arena from sight. Sekhmeth had risked a lot in venturing between those destructive maws of doom, and he was left in awe of her courage... and of her wisdom, too: the Black Holes ensured that no one, from outside, would ever be able to sense the presence of the hidden pocket dimension. Little to no energy was going to radiate and shine through such a formidable barrier, even if Killer and his rivals were to go truly all out. And that shield had allowed Sekhmeth to use all sorts of barriers and magic to cloak the arena and make it inaccessible, without fearing to give its existence away with the energy signature of runes and enchantments. It was arguably the safest place in the entire universe, and that eased one big worry in Killer's mind: the gorilla's Disciples were not going to be able to track their master, and that meant the other gods would not show up, either.

He gazed around the stands in search of Sekhmeth and Ira, and had to look over his shoulder to find them, standing on a vast terrace which the lioness had outfitted with comfortable chaise longue. There were even tiny servants standing near their goddess, and he snorted in amusement, shaking his head slightly, thinking that she had arranged it all to make his training a spectacle for her selfish pleasure. For some reason, however, the realization was pleasing rather than irritating.

"One versus one, Lord Killer." The lioness announced, leaning on the parapet and grinning widely, her wounds and the pain in her body already forgotten as she admired his massive form, eager to see him in action against the alien divinity. "We will not intervene in the fight. We are only to watch... so make it good, huh...?"

The gorilla-like god looked around himself with a mix of confusion, rage and curiosity, and his crimson eyes focused on the two females in the distance when the lioness spoke. He frowned and listened intently, then opened his mouth to spit with distaste: "Your language weird as fuck. But easy learn."

Killer turned to gaze at the god in surprise, amazed by his instantaneous learning, but before he could comment the gorilla glared directly at him and asked: "Who you...? I thought puny resistance crushed... but some of you remain, instead..."

"My name is Killer. And I'll put an end to your rampages." The liger coldly said, taking an easy ready position and reaching up with one hand to lightly grip the handle of Wyvern, the heavy sword resting on his back and pulsing with warm, eager energies that soothed him and urged him to fight at the same time, while the souls imprisoned within the crystal whispered incomprehensible words. The massive, metallic god ahead only snorted in derision, slamming one hand on his thickly-armored front, his torso bulky with metallic muscle. "My name is Mnevis, and I'm going to crush you into the dirt like all other puny gods that tried to play heroes. Aren't the bitches going to play...?"

"No. It'll be a one on one. No outside interference." Killer calmly replied, and the stocky, bulky god laughed and clapped his enormous, grotesque hands together, his eyes glowing with cruel entertainment. "You are even more of an idiot than the other champions who showed up before you! Let them join, maybe you'll amuse me. You didn't even put a scratch on me out in space!"

"A mistake I will quickly correct." Killer coldly countered, and Mnevis shrugged and rolled his massive shoulders, grinning tauntingly as he commented: "Fine, I guess. I'll have fun with them later, after I've turned you into steaks."

The massive beast cracked his neck, then charged forwards with a roar, an exaggerated, ridiculous scream that was meant to irritate Killer and mock him... and it succeeded in both things, causing Killer to snarl in rage as he barreled forwards as well, letting go of Wyvern's handle: if the enemy fought bare-handed, then he would as well. He flexed his massive muscles, veins bulging out as they swelled with power, and he ran forwards to clash with his rival, their hands locking together on impact, a shockwave of tremendous force causing ripples in the sand of the arena, turning the solid ground into a moving sea for a moment before the walls of stone around them loudly cracked. Killer pushed forwards as hard as he could, but grunted in pain when he smashed against Mnevis and found him more immovable than a mountain: he was knocked backwards several feet before managing to force himself to a stop, his toe-talons digging deep into the ground and his legs trembling as they tensed and distended to push with all of their power.

The two gods glared at each other, teeth gritted in the effort of gaining the upper hand, and the liger suffocated a cry of pain as the steel-hard grip of the gorilla made his fingers creak, his armor crumpling like paper, turning his gauntlets into blades of metal that tore into his own flesh, sending blood dripping out of the joints. The gorilla grinned widely at that, leaning forwards and flexing his powerful form, completely encased in that alien and apparently invulnerable metal, and he shoved forwards with another exaggerated roar. Killer grunted in pain and shock as he was shoved back even further, his feet skidding and uselessly digging trenches into the ground as he attempted to resist to that monstrous, terrifying force that was greater by far than anything else he had ever experienced.

Mnevis stomped forwards with an eager, booming laughter, his elongated, massive finger-tentacles stretching longer and encasing Killer's arms all the way up to the shoulders, crushing into them with the very same tremendous strength, before two of the tentacles grew even further and wrapped around Killer's neck. "You aren't worth much, "hero". You are as soft and squishable as a rotten fruit!"

Killer gritted his fangs as the two thick appendages squeezed hard on his throat, his arms burning with pain as they were compressed with tremendous force, all bones within them creaking loudly and his strength wavering even as he attempted to shove the beast suddenly off his feet.

The gorilla snorted in amusement at that and easily pushed back, shoving the liger another twenty feet towards the back wall of the arena, before Killer's own tentacles stretched out of his back and dived on the enemy god, wrapping around his head and his short, taurine neck: there wasn't much of a throat to speak off, as the thick plates of metal covering the chest went right up to just under the metallic skull-like mask, but the black-fleshed appendages still found purchase and squeezed with enough violence to turn stone into less than powder. The gorilla only laughed, completely unfazed, his armor undamaged, his eyes glowing with savage, cruel entertainment as he only squeezed harder on Killer's throat... before snarling in rage as two more of the liger's tentacles whip-lashed down into his hands and sprouted with cruel, enormous bone spikes and thorns that tore into his thick fingers.

Killer exploited the chance and threw his head back, tearing free of the terrible chocking grip, but Mnevis snorted out steam from his nostrils and stomped forwards with a snarl of true rage, ramming into the liger with the violence of a meteor and sending him crashing into the far wall at the end of the arena.

Killer swallowed down the roar of agony that attempted to get out of his lips, but he couldn't restrain the blood and droll from flying from his jaws as he smashed through the solid stone wall like it wasn't even there, the rock turning into powder with the ferocity of the impact, and he tore through an archway to slam into a column which exploded into pebbles, his form sinking deep through the structure of the arena as a vast portion of the stands and terraces collapsed and buried him under a mountain of rubble.

Killer winced in pain as a large section of column landed on his abs, crushing his back against the edge of a shattered wall, fragments of stone and heavy ruins bearing down on him from all sides. Everything around him was darkness and dust and his own blood leaked into his eyes, making it hard for him to even understand where the ground was... and before he even began to kick and lift the rubble off his body, the world around him trembled and new landslides of dust and rubble fell over him as Mnevis cackled and charged into the ruins, smashing his colossal fists into the hills of stone and pulverizing them. "Where are you, hero...? Come out and play!"

Killer gritted his fangs and grumbled under his breath, sending a terrible curse in the gorilla's direction, before he seized into the enormous column crushing him and pushed against it, standing up with terrifying ease, the gigantic blocks of stone falling off him as he hefted the monumental column above his head and then tossed it blindly in the direction in which he senses his rival.

Killer pushed out of the ruins and leapt to his feet in time to see the gigantic column slamming into the metallic god, exploding in a cloud of dust and pebbles without even stumbling the stocky divinity, who now leaned on his oversized knuckles, looking even more like an ape. The god only laughed as the stone all but disintegrated uselessly against his invulnerable form, and he charged forwards with a cackle, leaping high into the air and then slamming both of his fists down.

Killer sidestepped the assault, but grunted in surprise at the speed of the monster's movements: his short legs were clearly able to propel him around very quickly, and he was every bit as agile as an actual ape. Killer was faster, though, and he immediately lashed out a turning kick that smashed into Mnevis's back of the neck, sending his head falling forwards on his chest... but other than that, the god suffered no damage at all and quickly spun around, swinging up a gigantic fist.

Killer elegantly ducked the attack and then sprung up with a devastating uppercut that caught the beast right in its nearly-inexistent chin, the impact echoing across the arena like an explosion of thunder and sending cracks spreading down walls and columns, but once more the god only gripped idly at his jaw and easily cracked it back into position, the bone creaking slightly but otherwise completely unfazed.

"I bet you are considered really strong where you come from. But you are as soft as butter compared to me." Mnevis mocked, leaping forwards once more and lashing out a punch that effortlessly disintegrated another enormous stone column when Killer swiftly stepped out of the way. The liger snarled and landed a punch straight between the gorilla's eyes, but the only result was pain for him, his hand throbbing with agony as he recoiled slightly, hissing and glaring at the beast with a mix of shock and hate.

The gorilla viciously swung a tomahawk blow towards Killer's neck, but the liger twisted out of the way and seized him by the back of the skull, roaring with the effort of dragging the monster down, of thrusting his face hard into the stone floor, shoving his features into the stone and dragging them through the ruins, digging a deep furrow in solid granite and lodestone.

"Boring." The gorilla suddenly muttered, and Killer's tentacles had to slash down against Mnevis's enormous tail as it swung viciously up towards the liger's back. They managed to absorb the tremendous blow, wrapping around the enormous appendage and wrestling it backwards to pin it against the ground, but the monster pushed himself out of the trench in the stone, and no matter how much he tried, Killer could not stop him. The beast grinned widely up at Killer, pushing slowly up, in no hurry, not even trying to defend himself when the liger lashed up his spiked knee, savagely driving it into his face. It struck once, twice, thrice, with enough force to disintegrate the wall and column behind the gorilla, the shockwaves rattling the whole pocket dimension, but Mnevis only snorted in contempt, undamaged and unimpressed. Mnevis reached up with one arm and seized Killer's ankle in a crushing grip, cackling as he dragged him down with tremendous force, the liger forced to bend the other leg to land on his knee, or have all its bones shattered. Killer immediately punched the gorilla's face, again and again, as violently as he could, while gritting his fangs and crying out in pain as his ankle was crushed into fragments, the bone loudly disintegrating. "Scream, hero, scream... why so hesitant? Screaming will make it easier for you... and I like it." Mnevis mocked, pulling back his own enormous fist and preparing to ram it up into the liger's chest. His enormous musculature bulged with terrifying, deadly power, and Killer stared at the huge, grotesque hand, scrambling to get away from it. As it lashed forwards, Killer's tentacles shot forwards and wrapped tightly around the arm, jerking it hard out of the way, just enough so he could duck under it, before he twisted his body to slam his foot up into the gorilla's face, slamming him backwards with enough force that he gained a brief opportunity to tear his ankle free of the beast's hold. Killer threw himself backwards, scrambling at a safe distance before jumping up to his feet, wincing at the pain in his shattered ankle but steadying himself and going back to a ready stance, just in time to backstep away from a brutal charge of the monster.

The gorilla made no attempt at all to use a particular technique. He wasn't skilled, he wasn't elegant, he hadn't any particular ability, but he did not need any: he was an unstoppable, invulnerable steamroller with strength so monstrous that he only needed to land a hit or two to finish any rival.

Killer was faster, more agile and more elegant, dodging most of the ferocious assaults and landing his own planet-shattering punches on his rival after each movement, but he just wasn't accomplishing anything. Mnevis seemed to be truly invincible, taking the tremendous blows with a smirk and just charging forwards with another crude swing of his massive, heavy hands.

The entire pocket dimension was rattled violently by each impact, reality trembling violently around the smoldering crater left by another of Mnevis's tomahawks, and even the black holes in the distance visibly shifted and quivered with the sheer power of the assaults. The arena's stands constantly attempted to rebuild themselves but the fearsome shockwaves disintegrated the heavy blocks of stone into dust like they were made of flour, and Ira and Sekhmeth watched nervously on, surrounded by a translucent barrier of energy that protected them from the falling rubble and kept them aloft even when the terrace beneath their feet crumbled away. Ira's hands were squeezing into the stone parapet hard enough to send cracks down the wall, her fingers tearing deep trenches with the ease of digging into soft, wet sand. Her fangs were gritted and her muscles flexed and bulged with the tension, as she studied the fight and instinctively "fought" it in her mind, in her own way. "Dodge... hit the jaw. Hit the jaw. Dodge. Hit him! Hit him like you mean it!" She shouted her observations and her recommendations, but the truth was that Killer was doing very well in terms of technique: the problem was merely one of raw power.

Sekhmeth sat down in her chaise longue instead, smiling in soft entertainment at the sight of the cobra occasionally throwing a punch at the air, the goddess almost bouncing from foot to foot as if she was in the ring herself. "Relax, dear... it is not technique that he needs. He's doing fine."

Ira grumbled something under her breath about how there was always room for improvement, but then slammed her hand down on the parapet, growling in frustration as Killer's fist once more smashed into Mnevis face, knocking his skull-like head backwards but failing to cause any damage. "True..." She finally admitted, glaring at the alien god with hate and with growing fear: his strength was truly monstrous, and it was incredible to see Killer's blows having no effect. She knew all too well how heavy the liger's fists were, and she struggled to believe her eyes. "How the hell do we stop that monster...?"

"We can't." Sekhmeth easily replied, shrugging a bit and reaching out for a glass of whisky that appeared out of thin air within her grip. Ira turned slightly to the side and glared at her from over her shoulder, but the lioness just sipped from the glass, looking straight into her eyes. "Well, it is true. That guy down there is tough. He is a Greater God, a master of worlds, with a vast army of followers who fear and worship him. That feeds into his power. You saw by yourself what he is capable of, and how many Disciples were escorting him." She put down her glass, and it floated in midair as if resting on an invisible table. "I don't like it, but it is true. He is far stronger than me and far stronger than you. We wouldn't be able to stand up to his blows. Sure, he'd take weeks to land a punch on us in a one on one, but eventually he would, and we'd be done."

"Not Killer, though..." Ira replied, and a small smile spread on her muzzle as she realized that Sekhmeth was smarter than she let on, and she had planned her training programme in depth.

"Not our big stud, no." Sekhmeth agreed, smiling softly and giving a deep, overly-serious nod. "He is a greater god himself. Nobody is saying it yet, but he is the new owner of our worlds. Effectively, he is now our Lord God. Elelyon is fading out of even our memories, much as we pretend otherwise."

Ira did not reply to those words, but her cheeks burned crimson as she turned away from the lioness, looking down at the battle without really seeing it, her mind humming with a thousand different thoughts and with the pulsing awareness that she was right. Shame stung her lightly, because Elelyon had always been a good and caring god, but she couldn't deny that she had given herself to Killer in ways that she would never even have thought of with Lord God. And she regretted nothing. She was happy with him and with the weird, large family he had given her. She was finally in peace with herself, proud and secure about her own identity, about who she wanted to be, what she wanted to do, where she wanted to stay. He was her home, her lover, her father, her god. "But he has not the support of the whole of three planes. Hell, Heaven, even the Mortal Plane... everywhere he still faces enemies and oppositions."

"But they are just bugs." Sekhmeth replied, idly waving the issue away with her hand. "Even without their worship, Killer has a monstrous potential. He just needs to master it, and put it to use."

"That's why you picked Mnevis, huh...?" Ira calmly asked, leaning onto the parapet and studying Killer's moves as the huge male stomped on the wrists of the gorilla who had just slammed his massive fists down once more. Killer charged up his arms and slammed a terrifying kick in the monster's face, somersaulting over a vicious swing of the gorilla's oversized tail and then slamming both of his feet onto the god's head, crushing him face-first into the crater. But the beast only threw his head back, hurling Killer high into the air and straightening out of the hole with a roar of irritation... but with absolutely no damage or blood to show as he barreled towards the liger and smashed a punch in his chest, this time catching the rival as he landed and sending him crashing backwards with a snarl of pain and a thick splatter of blood.

"You can do better than that! He shouldn't even be able to lay a finger on you!" Ira barked, her eyes flashing as the mentor in her reprimanded the student in him.

"Yes... Mnevis is the perfect sparring partner to begin the new training programme with. I spied on many different gods in the last while, and there are some real monsters out there. This guy here was just perfect. He is scary, unstoppable, terribly strong... but he is also arrogant, reckless and without any real skill. His movements are crude. He is used to just slap his enemies into pulp, so all he does is running at you and trying to hit you with all of his force. I'm absolutely sure that Killer can rip him apart, and easily..."

"So long as he uses more of his power." Ira completed, nodding quietly in understanding.

Down in the arena, Killer shut his eyes with a growl of pain, rage and frustration, his fingers throbbing with the agony cursing in them as the bones regenerated only to be shattered into fragments when he landed the following punch. Hitting Mnevis was easy, and even avoiding his assaults was pretty simple, but causing him any discomfort seemed to be impossible. Striking any area of his stocky, muscular, metallic form only shattered Killer's own bones, while the gorilla chuckled darkly, eyes glowing with savage, cruel amusement.

The only blood on his massive form was Killer's, and the liger prepared for a new assault, pulling up his bloodied fists just as Mnevis cackled: "You are no fun, hero. Just stay still for a moment, and this humiliation can end. It'll be swift enough that you won't even suffer. Not too much, at least."

The enormous beast strode quickly forwards, and Killer once more swung out of the way of his enormous fist, stepping closer and seizing the gorilla by the skull, driving him down into the sand and snarling as he squeezed with all of his strength while tearing upwards at the same time, trying to either crush his head, rip it off his neck, or both. But Mnevis only laughed insanely, reaching up to seize him by the arms and throwing him back like he was a ragdoll, kicking up to his feet and stomping forwards with a sudden burst of speed, energy crackling around him and propelling him faster. Killer's eyes bulged in surprise and he immediately began to dodge, but couldn't get out of the way in time as the gorilla's arm became nothing but a blur, shooting forwards with sudden, terrible speed and smashing into the liger's chest with enough force to send a ripple through the black hole in the distance.

Killer stumbled backwards with a gargle, blood filling his mouth as his black armor shattered like glass, the monstrous fist tearing through his steel-hard musculature and smashing into the cage of hard bone protecting his organs, sending cracks spreading into it, blood leaking out of those as his heart raced with the agony, causing his legs to tremble. Mnevis charged forwards with a cackle, smashing blow after blow after blow into Killer's form as Deimos howled in agony somewhere deep within the liger, and his energies, solidified into armor plates, exploded in a cascade of fragments.

"There, much better... You really thought I was that slow, huh...?" Mnevis taunted, grinning viciously as he clawed into the horrible wound in the liger's chest, his stocky fingers pushing into the large cracks in the bone plate and tearing the edges forwards to break it open. "But I'm not, hero. But congratulations, a long time has passed since anyone resisted enough to bore me into using my energies."

"Yeah...?" Killer spat, gritting his fangs as he caught the beast's fist in one hand before it could strike him in the face, before pulling up his other hand to push his palm into the gorilla's features. "Then taste mine!"

An explosion of terrible black fire erupted out of Killer's palm and washed over Mnevis's features, cascading down over his chest and making his metallic body sizzle and half-melt as he was slammed violently backwards. The monster rapidly steadied himself as the flames died out, unable to eat into his invulnerable form, but Killer had the chance to move back a few steps a pull a deep breath, the bone vault in his cage tightening and healing rapidly until the cracks could no longer be guessed, before new muscle rapidly regenerated. "Who the hell are you? Why do you seek the Anchors?" Killer barked, not really expecting the brute to reply... but the gorilla snorted in mild entertainment and spat: "Anchors...? That's how you call them? It works, I guess. They sure anchor a lot of power in one place." He made a grimace, and then looked mockingly at the liger, patronizingly continuing: "Why do you think we would seek out those things? For the power they contain, of course. Once I've eaten it all up, every being in Creation will bow to me."

"Unless someone else "eats" more than you do, or before you do." Killer coldly countered, before grinning teasingly as he added: "There were a lot of other gods out there. You are not alone in this race."

"But I'll be the only one to get the prize!" Mnevis roared, clenching his massive fists and flexing his enormous form, energy crackling around his oversized arms. "It is a race, you are right... a race to the top. The one who discovers the secret of those stone toothpicks becomes the one and only lord of all. I need to conquer more toothpicks. I need to discover how to eat them. Then all of you bugs won't even be able to dream about stopping me. And you are just wasting my precious time!" The monster charged forwards, slapping his hands into the ground and sending a shockwave of pure, brutal force exploding into the battlefield, causing the whole arena to explode upwards in a hailstorm of stone fragments, but Killer shielded himself with a wall of his own energies before swinging out one arm, sending his shield smashing into the gorilla's face, knocking him hard backwards before it simply exploded, breaking down into cruelly sharp pieces of shrapnel.

Mnevis shrugged the blades off with a snort of contempt, ignoring them as they dissolved into motes of energy on impact with his impenetrable, natural armor, and his massive tentacle-fingers extended and thickened and jutted with countless cruel thorns and blades as he whip-lashed them against the liger, driving Killer back with blow after blow after blow... but Killer only grinned gamely as he used his own tentacles to respond, the long appendages clashing in midair, his thick black-fleshed tendrils now clad in solid, heavy plates of bone that formed deadly sharp ridges. "Who leads you? Every horde has a leader somewhere." Killer enquired, and Mnevis grimaced in sudden fury, leaning forwards and violently throwing his arms outwards to send an explosion of raw power hammering into Killer's now bare chest, knocking him back with a grunt of pain. "Do I look like someone who follows orders?" The gorilla angrily snarled, but Killer only narrowed his eyes and coldly replied: "Yes. Yes, you do."

"Nobody can boss me around!" Mnevis insisted, lunging forwards in a savage assault, his fist sailing through the air and his finger-tentacles shooting forwards, wrapping tightly around each other and forming a terrible conical spear that spun like a drill as it rushed towards Killer's face. The liger leaned forwards and ducked under the strike, however, and with a roar sprung up against the gorilla, seizing him at the waist and throwing him hard across the arena, sending him crashing into massive stone stands that had just rebuilt themselves. They collapsed over Mnevis in a huge landslide of heavy boulders, a thick cloud of dust rising from the wreckage, but Killer knew all too well that the invulnerable god would, at most, only get angrier. "Don't lie. A dumb piece of scrap metal like you doesn't just wake up one day knowing the secret of the Anchors. Who leads you assholes?" Killer coldly insisted, walking towards the pile of ruins and clenching his fists as a massive boulder began to rise into the air before flying against him at phenomenal speed. He growled in annoyance and punched the boulder into pieces, ignoring the resulting gravel as it bounced uselessly off his powerful musculature, his eyes glowing an icy sapphire as he watched Mnevis stand out of the ruins, undamaged as always. Nothing seemed to have any effect on him, and Killer furiously clawed into his mind, trying to dominate him and his thoughts, sending the gorilla stumbling backwards with a grunt... before the liger winced and recoiled, coughing up blood as pain exploded in his own mind, a backlash of pure rage and ferocity hammering into his skull from inside.

"Your psychic attacks are weaker than your fist, pathetic parody of a hero." Mnevis taunted, grinning widely as his own eyes glowed crimson, energy crackling loudly around his form as Killer took his head in his hands with a growl of pain and confusion and frustration. The mind of the gorilla was filled with rage, with arrogance, and with very simple, very primal concept, needs and cravings: there was nothing that could be effectively targeted, and every attempt to enter his thoughts resulted in a very painful crash against a solid wall of hate. Killer tried to shake the pain and the echoes of screams and roars out of his head, straightening and quickly sidestepping as the gorilla barreled forwards, lashing out one enormous fist that the liger allowed to go wild past his shoulder, before turning around to seize into the god's arm, using his own momentum against him and hefting him off the ground, throwing him up over the shoulder and smashing him into the sand. "Who set the horde into motion?" The liger roared, stomping his foot down on the gorilla's skull, again and again, striking with all of his tremendous force but only growing more and more concerned as his efforts all failed in scratching that invulnerable mass of alien metal.

His bone-plated tentacles arched high up into the air and then rushed down to stab into the gorilla's back and arms, to pin him to the ground, but they bounced back or skidded down the profile of the thick armor without managing to break it, and then, suddenly, Mnevis bucked up with a snarl and a blast of crimson light exploded out of his body, crashing into Killer and slamming him up into the air with a cry of agony. The gorilla rolled over and set up with a grin of savage glee, shoving his glowing palm up towards the sky again and again, sending new waves of pure force smashing into the liger, knocking him flying through the arena to crash on his side with a howl of pain. Killer vomited blood, his chest threatening to explode and his body spasming violently as he used one arm to prop himself up as quickly as he could even as Mnevis' tremendous, malignant force cursed through his system like electricity, cracking around him loud enough to almost make him deaf, his eyesight faded and confused, but his instinct still sharp enough to make him roll over his side to get out of the way of a violent stomp. He sprung to his feet and ducked another assault, landing a couple of blind yet perfectly-aimed punches into the gorilla's face, causing the beast to roar in fury and swing out a brutal tomahawk that was easily dodged.

"I'll tell you, loser, so perhaps you'll have your peace of mind and will stay still and die." Mnevis muttered, cracking his knuckles and looking at the liger with hate. "An arrogant asshole who calls himself "Lord Skyfall" contacted me years ago, broadcasting a radio signal through space. Who knows where the fuck he hides, arrogant bastard that he is. My useless Disciples and the mortal slaves say the signal cannot be tracked back to its source. Idiots, the lot of them." The god spat and made a grimace, showing all his hate and contempt for the unknown being that had set the entire tragedy into motion. "He claims he is the Father of All Gods. Bullshit. If he is so high and mighty, why does he hide? Hide his face, his whereabouts, hide his damn real name. You think I take orders from him? Ah! He can only hope I'll be merciful and keep him around as a urinal when I make Creation the seat of my throne!"

Killer stood up into an easy ready position, hissing quietly through his gritted fangs, trying to bring the agony under control as he attempted to clear his mind and re-activate his senses, while doing his best to understand the angry rant of the beast. Lord Skyfall. Oh, that sure sounds reassuring... who the fuck is this muppet, now...?

"It still sounds like you are doing what Lord Skyfall wants." Killer coldly observed, and the gorilla grimaced before grinning maniacally, spreading his powerful arms: "I'm seeking out the Obelisks, yes. But not for that dick-sucker. For myself. Like all other gods you saw. Dick-suckers the lot of them. I'll rip them all apart!"

"See? I was right." Killer taunted, grinning slightly as he worked the last of the violent, crackling negative energy out of his system. "You knew nothing. You are acting on someone else's instructions."

"I didn't know about the obelisks, no." Mnevis finally admitted through his fangs, glaring at the liger and very evidently looking for an opening, a way past Killer's superior agility and technique. He could afford to be patient, as he could absorb countless blows without any pain, and drop his opponent dead with just one good placed hit, but the liger was proving incredibly resistant, and that was wearing his already thin patience out of existence. "Lord Skyfall told us about how high and mighty he was, and how we all must follow his orders and locate the damn obelisks for him. But I couldn't care any less for his empty threats. I didn't believe a word. But one day, when stealing a planet away from a weak wimp-god like you, I found one. And the power... oh, the energy it contains! It is immense!"

"Are you aware that their destruction would release all that energy, and destroy everything and everyone? It'll be apocalypse for us all." Killer coldly warned, but the gorilla dismissed his words with a snort full of contempt.

"That's what Lord Sky-wimp says, too. But everyone came up with the same idea." He paused, and then glared at Killer with a smirk of derision. "Well, everyone with brains and muscles, at least. Lord Skyfall wants to eat all that power. That's the key to true, limitless omnipotence... but I will eat it all myself. I will be the one who rises above all others! Everyone wants the obelisks now! If I listen at all to Lord teeny-weeny is because he obviously knows something we don't. He knew about the obelisks... he probably knows something about what is needed to drink the power out of them, too."

"And you would cause apocalypse in order to get stronger?" Killer growled, clenching his fists and trying to find a way to hurt the massive creature. A weak spot, a weak link in his armor, anything... but nothing about him seemed to have any vulnerability at all, and a voice in the back of his mind continued to urge him to just open the floodgates and ask his own body for more, for greater power. He resisted, however, because he could feel and hear the heavy, eager breathing of the titanic monster that dwelled inside him, and he could see its eyes glowing in the darkness of his soul. He couldn't trust himself. He couldn't trust his ability to resist and restrain his lusts and cravings.

And yet, he knew he needed to try. He needed to be bold. He needed to conquer himself. He could hear Ira's voice, even though it seemed to come from several universes and ages of distance, and he knew what she was shouting. Do what you must... you are letting everyone down by being afraid of your own damn self. Face your monster...

"I don't care how many bugs I have to squish. I want that power!" Mnevis howled, grinning maniacally. "Even if the whole of Creation had to die, it would not matter. Once I have all the power, I can rebuild it in my image!" The vicious god slammed his fists on his powerful chest and cackled, then pointed both palms against Killer, chuckling: "And I will begin by destroying you... and I can assure you, I won't be bringing you back, hero. You are a miserable failure."

Mnevis made a shoving gesture and the section of arena behind Killer immediately exploded into gravel and dust, as a solid wall of crimson force took shape in front of the gorilla before rushing against the liger, rattling the very air around them, warping and cracking the edges of the pocket dimension as the negative energy raged like fire, like the eruption of a giant volcano. Killer braced against the flood, gritting his fangs and shoving his own hands into the vortex, his feet digging trenches in the ground as he skidded backwards forty feet before managing to push back against the tremendous wave of energy... and at the same time, he grinned and allowed that terrible force to pass through his skin and flood his veins. His body smoldered and he trembled in agony, but at the same time he began to laugh as he felt the rush of power cursing through his whole system, his blood seeming to drink of that malignant energy even as, like acid, it attempted to burn him from inside; his muscles hardening and bulging even larger and stronger; every fiber of his being improving, evolving, growing godlike as he released some of his power... and swallowed Mnevis's like it was fresh water, long craved during a walk across the desert.

Mnevis smirked as he leaned forwards and shoved with all his strength, cackling as he sent his negative energies crashing into the liger, invisible behind the solid inferno of crimson light as great bursts of flames expanded in every direction. He imagined the liger burning and melting away into nothing but sludge, and stomped his way forwards with a loud laughter, but in that very same moment a ripple of pure force shot through the crimson beam and smacked into his chest hard enough to knock all wind out of him, sending him skidding dozens of feet backwards, before some tremendous, impossible strength gripped into the beam of energy and swung it savagely skywards, shattering it into motes of crimson fire that rapidly died away. Mnevis crashed onto his ass with a grunt of confusion and surprise, and when he looked up his eyes bulged in shock as they fixed upon Killer, the liger visibly taller and greater than he had been merely moments ago, his wounds healed and his massive musculature bulging explosively, thrumming with terrifying physical power, energy radiating off him in waves that smacked into the gorilla like slaps, stronger and stronger the closer Killer got as he walked calmly forwards.

"No... this is... not possible..." Mnevis mumbled, shaking his head slowly and pushing up to his feet. "What kind of cheap, crappy illusion is this...?"

"No illusion." Killer coldly replied, now towering over the rival god by such a margin that the gorilla was left to stare at his rippling abs, eye-level with his navel, before the liger pulled up one booted foot and lashed out a kick that sent him crashing ruinously into a pile of rubble at the opposite end of the arena. For the very first time in his life, Mnevis experimented pain as his chest partially caved in, a large section of his metallic form now deeply indented, deep and wide trenches torn in the solid metal by the feline's talons. "Not... not possible..." Mnevis mumbled, speaking to himself more than to his rival as his eyes widened in disbelief, fixed on the damage on his chest while a violent tremor rattled his body: pain was an unknown for him, and now that his chest burned and throbbed with agony, now that his insides felt like they were being crushed by his own armour clamping unnaturally over his form, he was gripped by fear. Something had finally pierced his impenetrable skin and caused damage. It filled his mind, it made him grit his teeth in confusion and rage and fear of what would follow. When would it end? What could he do to make it stop?

The gorilla scrambled backwards in confusion and terror as Killer walked forwards again, eyes glowing solid sapphire, energy crackling around his magnificent body, before Mnevis began to claw wildly at the air ahead of him, tossing a multitude of large spheres of focused energy against his enemy, roaring: "Stay back, you filthy animal! Stay back!"

The violent blasts of energy smashed into Killer's chest and shoulders and arms and face, each sphere exploding in a blast of crimson fire, but the liger only continued to draw nearer and Mnevis shook his head in disbelief and denial, walking slowly backwards until he bumped into the remains of a massive stone column. "S-stay b-back...!"

"It doesn't take much to make you cry..." Killer coldly observed, grinning in merciless amusement as he easily caught up with the gorilla, and Mnevis let out a howl of inarticulate rage, throwing himself against the huge male's legs, hammering his shoulder into them to knock him backwards, but the god barely stumbled back one step before kicking him hard back into the mountain of rubble, pinning him to it with one heavy foot. "I must thank you for telling me your little secrets... now I'll tell you mine: you are here just to be my sparring partner. So it isn't really a surprise that you are squirming under my toes."

"Shut up, you are just a fake, an illusion, a..." Mnevis broke down into an incoherent snarl of feral fury, gripping into the liger's ankle and pushing savagely against it, squeezing and jerking and clawing, but he could barely budget the heavy foot of the liger, who only grinned viciously down at him. "Don't laugh at me, you bastard!" The gorilla pushed up with surprising force, providing once more that his strength was truly monstrous, but Killer was no longer impressed by his efforts and easily kept his balance, only shifting backwards slightly and looking down almost with pity as the terrified god sent another blast of crimson energy smashing into his chest.

It collided with his hard musculature and burst apart into small flames that were greedily absorbed into his body, leaving Mnevis staring in terror and awe, his mouth opening and closing several times without producing a single sound before squeaking: "You... you are the one. You are the one that Lord Skyfall is seeking... you own the Secret!"

Killer recoiled a bit at that, even though he wasn't entirely surprised, and Mnevis exploited the moment to throw himself off to the side, rolling over and leaping to his feet before the liger could react. "You own the Secret...!" The gorilla exclaimed, gazing at him with a mix of awe, fury and craving. "You have what I need, cat, and I will take it, no matter what it takes!" The stocky beast lunged forwards with all the strength of his body, his hands joining in a tomahawk that he rammed viciously into the liger's abs, causing Killer to grunt in pain, drool flying from his jaws as he recoiled one step, but before the gorilla could follow up with another assault he caught him in the side of the head with a tremendous punch that sent the beast crashing like a meteor into the ground, blood and fragments of metal flying high into the air.

Mnevis stared in horror at the sand in front of his face as it turned dark red, soaking up the blood that leaked from the large wound in the side of his head, and he winced at the pain that echoed brutally within his skull. He rolled over, but the shock and the confusion made him slow, and Killer was on him before he could even begin to react: the liger's strong hand caught him by the neck and hefted him high up into the air, where he was left spluttering and screaming breathlessly at the sight of the liger's other hand clenching into a massive fist.

"Come and take it, then, come on. Show me how mighty and invulnerable you are!" Killer angrily taunted, ramming his fist home into the gorilla's chest, his knuckles sinking deep through the alien metal and sending cracks through his solid exoskeleton, blood spraying out of the terrible wound when he tore his hand back, only to slam home another vicious blow that shattered the god's face, turning it into a mask of blood and deformed metal. Mnevis gurgled, choking on his own blood and on pieces of metal, his eyes filling with a red haze as thick life fluids leaked into them and leaving him clawing blindly at the liger's hand, his feet kicking uselessly against Killer's powerful form. "Stop it, stop it, don't...!"

"Make me." Killer grunted, grinning viciously as he punched the gorilla again, again and again, blood splattering thickly all over his chest and abs as his fist tore deep into the god's body, turning the metallic muscle fibers into broken, molten wreckage; crushing the organs into bloody paste that leaked and flopped down onto the sand of the arena. The liger clawed into the edges of the broken armor, and he jerked hard backwards with a snarl, ripping a large chunk of it right off the flesh and inner organs, blood spraying out in a large arc, Mnevis howling in true, terrible agony and his eyes bulging, staring at the liger with an unspoken prayer... but Killer mercilessly tore outwards in the opposite directions and rending the beast into halves.

The gorilla god chocked loudly and gargled on his own blood before going completely silent, his head dangling pathetically from a few shreds of bloody, ruined meat, and Killer tossed the two bloodied pieces away, snorting in contempt and closing his eyes for a moment, catching his breath, trying to bring the flow of adrenaline under control and working the pain out of his system. Pain is a state of mind. It can be controlled. It can be...

He opened his eyes with a tired sigh, but smiled quietly at the sound of soft, gentle clapping: Sekhmeth was looking down at him from the royal terrace of the arena, a smile cresting her lips and a golden glass full of whisky held easily in one hand. "That was pretty entertaining... and I do love seeing you fight with your manly chest all out on display. But it is clear we have a lot of work to do. It took you way too much time, effort and risk. You should have torn him apart ages ago."

Killer bowed his head in silence, acknowledging the truth in her words... and carefully avoiding meeting Ira's eyes as his mentor crossed her mighty arms and glared at him, obviously trying to put order in a long list of observations, remarks, corrections and assorted sharp comments that she was no doubt going to shower upon him at the first occasion. The goddess of destruction smiled softly at him, her eyes faintly glowing with her lust as she gazed over his massive musculature, made all the more impressive by the light sheen of sweat covering him, and she calmly said: "You see now what makes this war truly concerning...? Typhon and Satan really aren't the worst problem we have to grapple with. You could almost say they are just a distraction from the real thing: when this horde of power-hungry gods reaches us, we'll all need to be at our very best just to have a chance of survival."

Killer nodded, walking towards the staircase leading out of the arena and up to the terrace, but the goddess held up a finger to stop him, grinning widely as she announced: "No, no, no. You aren't done yet. You've taken down the big bastard, but there is a large group of very terrified, very angry Disciples raging wildly out there. They are not as strong as their master, but they are numerous. They'll make for excellent training in their own way."

Killer looked flatly up at her, trying to decide if she was serious or if she was kidding him, but he sighed after a moment, realizing that there was really nothing to joke about. The Disciples had probably already felt, loud and clear, the violent end of their Master and now they were without a lead, insane with rage and despair, probably intent on spreading destruction on the first world they could reach. They had to be stopped, and the task rested on his shoulders.

"Don't pretend that you don't like it." Sekhmeth amusedly reprimanded, giving him a small nod of entertainment as he rolled his massive shoulders and idly cracked his neck. "I'm giving you carte blanche to be as ferocious and bloodthirsty as you like. I'm, in fact, encouraging you to let go, to unleash the beast, to go not just for the triumph, but for the sheer excess. Kill them, destroy them, annihilate them. Turn them into fuel for your power. Do not hold back: crush them out of existence and bathe in their blood."

Killer grunted, closing his eyes for a moment and half-turning away from her, repressing a shiver of cruel delight at the scenario that her words so effectively brought to life in his mind, arousing his most violent passions. Sekhmeth, however, was merciless and added: "Several Disciples are females. Good looking ones, even. Rape them, fuck them into pieces, fuck their brains out, until they break their vows and spit on their master's memory just to be allowed to take one more lick at your cock. Steal a Disciple like that, and your power will increase by a lot: it is magic as ancient as the gods."

"It is dangerous to absorb even more power while you can't still properly control and use the vast reserve you already have." Ira cautioned, glaring sideways at Sekhmeth. "Be careful: you have to unleash your full might, but we can't afford to have you losing control."

"I know." Killer quietly replied, clenching his hands into fists and taking a deep breath, trying to silence the words of temptation that Black Killer was already pouring onto his mind.

"You'll better learn quickly: your enemies have begun "hiring" some of the alien gods as assassins. They will come to you soon, and they will not wait for you to make your mind up." Sekhmeth warned, and Ira gazed at her with suspect, narrowing her eyes as she observed: "They are inviting alien, stronger gods into our world...? But that is insane: they have no way to control them. They could just turn against them."

"Typhon and Satan by now are desperate for options. They don't want to step into the fight directly because they aren't ready to compete with Killer's strength... and they are insane enough to hire alien gods, despite all the risks it entails."

"I struggle to believe it." Ira pointedly replied, but the lioness only smirked and shrugged, replying softly: "I know you don't trust me yet. But you will see with your own eyes, soon. I wasn't lying before, and I'm not lying now."

"They probably hope that I will put up enough of a fight to leave my assassins exhausted. I bet they plan for a swift clean up after the fight is over and I'm gone." The huge male observed, and Ira snorted bad-temperedly, evidencing her dissatisfaction with that explanation. There were still countless things that could go in the wrong way and leave the world in the hands of some unknown divinity arrived from far, far away and she couldn't believe Typhon and Satan or anyone else would consciously run that risk. Not because of any good feeling towards the world, but they surely had a strong self-preservation instinct, after all. But, she had to admit, history was full of stupid and self-destructive decisions.

"They want you dead. That's all they care about at this point. They will use whatever method they can find, no matter the risks involved." Sekhmeth insisted, before crossing her powerful arms on her chest, gazing thoughtfully at him. "Really, I don't care about you becoming a dark, evil god. If your growth brings you into darkness, so be it, I say. I prefer a world lost in your darkness than no world at all."

"You are the goddess of destruction. Your opinion on that particular point is not something I should listen to." Killer amusedly replied, shaking his head slowly. The idea of enslaving entire universes, raping them and warping them to suit his desires like he was doing with Hell was immensely attractive, but he only needed to think of little Katy, or of his son Anubis, to be reminded of the monstrosity of such a selfish act. He could barely imagine how Anubis would look at him if he ever walked down that path, and even that vague idea filled him with pain and shame. It wasn't the right thing to do. Just because he could do it, it didn't mean he should.

"Dark destroyer or knight in shining armor, or whatever shade of the two you most like, so long as you decide and act quickly." Sekhmeth countered, before leaning forwards over the parapet, her eyes glowing dangerously as she spoke the next few words with enough force to carve them almost physically into his mind. "You must quickly learn to be, at once, more selfish and less selfish. You have hesitated way too long in claiming your Disciples, for example: I know you have the very best of intentions and that you consider selfish taking lives and souls and binding them to yourself and to your whims. But look at it from another angle: you are keeping your power all for yourself instead of sharing it with all of your loved ones. You are putting them at risk. You know well how much more strength you can bestow on someone through Disciplehood, yet you are keeping people like Manticora waiting. What are you waiting for...? Do you want to see her killed in battle before you make up your mind, or what?"

Killer recoiled at that, a shiver running down his spine and his mouth going dry, with no words coming to his tongue in reply to that accusation. It was true, and he knew it. Manticora and Kimera were strong and skilled, but they were much more fragile than Ira or the other Disciples. They were daughters of a god and a noble angel, so they were only demi-goddesses. Whenever they charged into a fight, they were the ones who faced the worst odds of coming out of it in one piece. He sought Ira's eyes, hoping in a word of reassurance from her, but the goddess gazed back at him with the same kind of guilty realization. Disciplehood had turned her into a goddess, given her immense power and serenity and clarity of mind that she had never enjoyed before in her life, yet she had not urged Killer to spread that gift. She had been selfish too, acting according to the secret, guilty pleasure of wearing her collar while others were forced to wait for it. "Now that hordes of gods charge against us, you'll better give them the strength they need."

"I will." Killer immediately confirmed.

"Good." Sekhmeth approved, before urging: "And you need to be more selfish too, at the same time. Worry less about the risks; about the fate of the lowly beings crawling in your shadow. Flex your muscles, and bend this universe in whatever shape you wish. It is yours, and we will only cheer you on and bear witness to your strength."

Ira nodded in agreement, even though her emerald eyes clearly intimated him to be careful, to never allow his primal needs to steer him away from the path he had chosen to walk. She smiled at him warmly, but her lips rapidly crested in a full, wide grin as she bumped her knuckles impatiently on the stone parapet, teasingly remarking: "We talked about a lot of Disciples to destroy. Why are you still waiting there? Come on, double time!"

Killer smirked in entertainment at that, eyes glowing sapphire as he threw his arms out and flexed, his enormous muscles bulging explosively, his magnificent form thrumming with tremendous power, his energy crackling in the air as reality trembled around him as he more than doubled in size in the space of a blink. He now loomed over the two goddesses, the arena suddenly looking more like a toy set as he chuckled darkly, his tremendous force sending ripples though the vast emptiness of space, causing even the four black holes to flicker visibly, shivering as if in fear of his might as his biceps bulged with such power than his own skin threatened to tear in several places. His impossible, titanic black cock dangled down, heavy and colossal, casting its shadow over the two goddesses, his immense balls hanging low, full of oceans of potent semen, and before Ira and Sekhmeth could recover from the awe-inspiring display, a second titanic member took shape just above the other, his godlike testicles swelling even greater and stronger. His gargantuan tentacle-cocks pushed out of his back and arched high up above his head, whip-lashing from side to side and seeming to look down like predators looking for their next tender morsel, and the titan licked his lips slowly before announcing: "You wait here. I'll go fetch them... It'll take just a second."