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_Time to move another step forwards. A lot of things are now happening at once, in various areas of the world. While Sandy and Galen stalk the RA fleet with their submarine in the southern ocean, Killer and Alexis fight to break out of a trap in Alfaya. Some of the Disciples are protecting the Ice Eden, at the North Pole, and the Anchor in Hell. _

_Time for some more of the great picture to become visible. _

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Gods; Monsters. Heroes; Cowards. Hopes and Despair. As the end draws near, the paths of every living being are aiming for the final crossroads. Everyone has to choose. But ultimately, the only choice that matters will be the Amon Ra's.

Chapter 88 - Gods and Monsters

An incredibly tall monstrosity, apparently made entirely of eternal flames, stepped right into Killer's path, moving on ridiculously long and thin legs that made him look like a stick figure, his features nothing but the dark shadow of a screaming face that seemed to be lost inside the fire, locked in eternal torment. There was no telling from which distant world that weird god came, but Killer made a grimace and told himself that he really wasn't eager to discover it. The creature's huge, disproportionate arms of fire reached so far down that the huge talon-fingers almost dragged on the ground as the beast let out a sinister war cry and swung his huge limb up against Killer, sending a huge serpent of dark fire exploding out of the ground to crash into the liger's chest, smashing him backwards with a grunt of pain. Immediately, the weird creature began to spin on the spot, faster and faster, his body expanding as the eternal, supernatural flames rose higher than ever and exploding outwards in a blast of light and heat. His talons tore viciously into Killer's chest, ripping deep gashes through the black armor covering the liger's body, but Killer didn't even try to avoid the assault, lunging forwards instead to fearlessly tackle the slender, tall "stick figure" down into the ground.

The strange beast howled in fury and outrage and wrapped his enormous, endless limbs around the liger before throwing its shapeless head backwards with a deafening wail, exploding in a supernova of heat and light that sent the other divinities around them scattering and retreating in shock while the dunes of the desert were burned out of existence, dissolved in that star-like furnace.

"Nice try..." Killer coldly commented, grinning in savage entertainment as he wrapped one his powerful arms around the thin body of the creature and flexed, huge muscles bulging with terrifying physical power as he hefted the beast up against his chest and snapped it in half like a twig, roaring in satisfaction at the loud crack. The two halves of the alien divinity fell down into the deep, impossible crater of charred ground and obsidian left behind by the supernova of heat, but within a second the two pieces morphed, growing limbs of their own as the beast effectively doubled itself and again clung to Killer's body, trying to incinerate him. Killer looked down at the two creatures with contempt and something like pity, leaping towards the edge of the crater and landing on the solid ground, grinning as the other divinities hesitated, pulling back from the pulsing explosions of supernatural, star-like heat coming from the stick figures.

Killer ran towards the cyclone of sand, ignoring the twin monsters clinging to his chest and back even as the heat they radiated literally dissolved the ground under his feet, and he laughed darkly when a puny human divinity clad in heavy armour and carrying a large circular shield failed to get out of the way quickly enough and was set alight, shrieking in anguish as the supernatural flames rapidly consumed him, melting his armor, then his eyes, until his very skeleton fell apart in a puff of ashes.

The fire alien looked up at Killer in shock, his forever gaping shadow-face taking on a frown of disbelief and confusion as he studied him for a moment, before somehow replicating the liger's voice and language, asking: "How... how do you survive...? I'm the core... the core of a star... a living supernova..."

Killer grinned darkly down at the shocked creature and then flexed his enormous musculature, focusing on absorbing the two monsters, making them squeal in horror as they were violently yanked against his solid form. They struggled valiantly, trying to tear loose and run away, but their bodies rapidly deflated and shrunk and their attempts to break free became weaker and weaker. "You are just pleasant warmth. Short-lived, though." Killer softly taunted, easily absorbing all the energy the alien possessed, until the two bodies became dark and cold, nothing but cracked, thin husks, little more than skeletons covered by a weird, semi-solid skin glowing brightly here and there, where ambers still attempted to catch on. They let out ghastly, breathless sighs and suddenly fell away in matching clouds of dust, while Killer laughed and flexed, already unable to distinguish the alien energy from his own.

A reptilian-looking goddess with a body seemingly made of silvery metal pulled back the string of a huge longbow and shot a arrow of electricity straight into his chest, but he only snorted in contempt and absently swung one arm towards her, smacking her flying like a toy before immense black-fleshed tentacles ripped out of the ground and reached up to snag her in midair. She had enough time to shriek in terror and awe before the great appendages jutted forth with a multitude of cruel bone spikes that tore through her body and shredded it into nothing but bloody pulp. Immediately, the gigantic tentacles whip-lashed through the crowd of other alien divinities, sending thick splatters of blood and gore of multiple colors and consistencies arching up into the air as a dozen creatures were torn in halves: legs and arms and heads rained down on the rest of the armada of gods and goddesses as several bodies seemed to simply explode into shreds, ropes of intestines and strange organs spilling onto the sand, before each tentacle selected a specific target and plucked it up from the crowd, hefting them high up into the sky. Other gods rushed forth to slam axes and swords into the impenetrable bodies of the tentacles, and others fired massive rifles and even rocket launchers, but the selected victims continued to howl in misery until they were crushed like overripe fruits, their liquefied insides cascading messily down upon the shocked beasts below.

An enormous, three-headed dragon-like monstrosity charged against the liger, all three massive heads tilting back as the great jaws opened and then vomited out cyclonic cones of fire, dark energy and acid. At the same time, a group of gods ran after him and shot enormous tangles of supernatural, adamantine chains against his back. They hooked into his flesh and muscles, burning with magic and supernatural flames, dripping with terrible poisons or jutting with multitude of cruel thorns and spikes, their long coils dancing around him like alive things and wrapping around his limbs and his neck, clamping down with terrible force. Dozens of alien divinities yanked on the chains to immobilize him, to drag him back and make of him an easy target for the dragon, but Killer only laughed darkly, making a mockery of their combined strength as he effortlessly dragged all of them through the desert, charging right through the combined infernal discharge coming from the dragon's mouths until Wyvern stabbed through the beast's chest, sinking in all the way to the hilt, the huge triple-blade poking out of the dragon's back, making the central head howl in agony even as the other two leaned closer to the liger, hosing him down in fire and acid, aiming directly for his face, but to no avail as Killer grinned and swung Wyvern hard upwards, slicing the dragon's vast chest in half and sending his strange inner organs spilling out of his body.

"Pathetic..." Killer commented, before spearing Wyvern right through a large pumping organ that looked much like a veiny, muscular sack connected to the central throat by a large flexing tube of red flesh. Dark energy burst angrily out around the glorious blade, and Killer savagely swung the sword to the side and backwards, ripping the huge organ out of the beast's chest and sending it flying like a comet into a group of heavily armed bug-gods charging at him. The heavy, fleshy sack burst apart and showered much of the group in thick, dense dark goo that began to hungrily consume their bodies, melting them out of existence as they shrieked and howled and uselessly clawed at the sticky stuff.

The dragon's middle head lunged down and the terrible jaws snapped, but Killer twisted out of the way and pulled back his free hand, balling it into a fist and smashing it straight into the multiple, overlapping rows of poisonous fangs, shattering them and sending fragments of teeth flying in every direction before his hand smashed right up through the skull and into the beast's brain. The other two heads only roared in even greater fury, however, and the enormous creature leapt forwards to smother Killer under its mass, only for the liger to duck beneath the scaled, armoured belly and swing Wyvern tip-up, stabbing it vertically up through the beast. The liger roared as he forced the blade in to the hilt, and he straightened fully, hefting the mammoth monster until its paws no longer touched the ground, before he turned to the side and threw the gigantic monster hard into a group of charging knights clad in armors that combined ancient design and modern materials and cybernetic enhancements.

Blood sprayed up thickly as the dragon fell heavily onto the warriors, squishing them under its ruined, agonizing body, and Killer almost absently blasted a small sphere of focused energy into its flank, disintegrating the reptile in a colossal explosion that vaporized every other alien divinity in a range of several hundred feet. More and more chains wrapped all over him, crisscrossing over his chest and wrapping even over his head and face as other gods aimed their hands at him, sending new serpents of adamantine metal clamping down on his great form; and mutated, diamond-hard tentacles of flesh and bone; and even mutated, unnatural vines, thorny and poisonous, indestructible and deadly.

They yanked him backwards with all their strength, trying to stop him from reaching the hurricane of sand that kept Vera imprisoned, and Killer snorted in irritation more than pain, dragging them all along even as their feet dug trenches in the ground, plowing a vast stretch of desert.

Killer cut his way through a charging ground of aliens, swinging Wyvern hard through their ranks and sending mutilated, broken corpses flying on top of a tidal wave of blood, and then he grinned as he spotted a group of goddesses, alien in looks but not at all unpleasant to their eye, with their smooth blue scales and slender, agile bodies, and as they threw javelins overcharged with energy straight at his chest he only grinned and flexed, his eyes glowing an intense, beautiful sapphire. They hesitated for an instant as their eyes began to glow with the same sapphire shade, and then their adjusted their aim, sending their spears tearing through the crowd of otherworldly beasts charging at the liger from all sides.

Killer laughed at that, grinning widely as his new allies rushed past him and began to cut the enemies down in a slurry of blood and gore, and he slammed his palm hard into the armoured face of a sort of hopping goat monstrosity armed with a long, agile bardiche. The beast crumpled like a paper toy against Killer's unmovable arm and the liger tossed the useless, bloody heap hard into the crowd, sending several other monsters sprawling like pins and immediately stomping all over a few of those, crushing their heads underfoot like they were grapes full of juice. Blood sprayed up all the way to his muzzle, and he licked it up, tasting the life force of gods that ruled distant planets he couldn't even quite imagine. Divinities from all corners of the universe, owners of worlds and civilizations, lords and ladies worshipped and venerated by billions... and all of them food for his endless strength. All of them puny and unworthy of his obscene power. Their corpses rapidly vanished, dissolving into energy already when they were still alive: their bodies writhed and died away, feeding their strength into Killer and Alexis, only ever making both lovers stronger. Not even their blood survived more than a few moments in contact with the incandescent bodies of the two titans, eventually ending up absorbed.

Killer idly looked back past his shoulder and laughed at the sight of dozens upon dozens of gods attempting to restrain him, and he threw his head back with a growl of arousal, effortlessly snapping apart countless chains and tentacles and vines, before allowing his body to grow even further, his muscles thrumming with power as he lashed out his tail and tore two charging creatures into bloody pieces, before his tail snapped like that of a scorpion and the long, deadly spike hidden in the flame-like tuft of black fur at the end of it easily impaled a third bug-beast, hefting it off the ground and then dismissively throwing it away, sending other divinities sprawling in a messy crash.

The other alien divinities again yanked hard on the chains, and when he looked up with a snort of annoyance he saw huge lenses of crystal in the distance, where the ridge had once been: they had been hidden inside the line of hills, and he could only imagine the time and effort it had taken to dig the titanic caves inside the ridge and build up those complex devices that were able to amplify and focus the effect of magic and supernatural powers. The immense lenses trailed on him as several great gods crowded behind them, aiming great staffs and spears ending in long blades of crystal, and he flexed his enormous musculature, closing his eyes as he grew even further, snickering darkly as he cast his terrible shadow upon them. The lenses glowed with intense energy as the gods poured their powers through them, shooting terrible conical cyclones of mixed magic, elements and negative energies: they struck Killer straight in the chest, but he was growing so rapidly that just a moment later they were firing against his lower abs. The terrible combined might of that armada of spell casters was enough to force Killer backwards, his feet tearing trenches in the desert and crushing the smallest aliens without him even noticing, He licked his lips, looking down at the spellcasters shrinking in terror behind the titanic lenses, and his goliath black shaft twitched once, jumping up vigorously as the vast cockmaw gaped wide open and a monstrous rope of precum exploded out, firing easily across the desert and smashing one of the three lenses into nothing but small fragments of crystal, smashing the enemy gods into the ground and nearly squishing them out of existence, leaving them desperately wrestling against ferocious, titanic sperms that saw every other living being as a suitable prey.

Killer laughed at the sight, flaunting his superiority over them all by leisurely stroking his mammoth shaft, sending enormous drops falling down like meteors into the desert, which sprung immediately to twisted, corrupt life as the hypervirile fluids seeded fleshy plants and tentacle-like plants, turning the very sand into a terrible sort of dark, rubber-like meat. The monstrous plants immediately turned against the alien divinities all around, ensnaring them in tangles of thorny, poisonous tentacles and dragging them kicking and screaming into vast, terrible mouths that resembled enormous carnivore flowers or even huge vaginas lined with tremendous fangs. The remaining lenses were tilted back to aim again at his chest, blasting him with another terrible discharge of force that sent him staggering backwards even further, especially as a real army of alien gods and yanked hard on the countless chains wrapped all over his body.

The liger swerved sideways because of their combined efforts, but he kept advancing against the vortex of sand: it too was created thanks to magic powers boosted and focused by another crystal lens in the distance, and when Killer drew closer to the hurricane the distant spellcasters panicked, wavering, unsure of whether they should keep Vera imprisoned or aim their lens against the liger.

"Keep trying, come on..." Killer taunted, grinning predatorily as the rays of focused energy cut all over his chest like enormous lasers, leaving behind nothing but thin, smoldering scars that vanished almost instantaneously as his body greedily devoured all that power. "You are only feeding me!" The titan teased, slamming his fist against his solid chest and roaring: "More, you worthless maggots, give me more! Try harder!" Killer grinned sharkishly as a large two-faced reptilian creature charged forth, spinning a long, thick golden pole ending in curved blades of crystal at either extremity, easily swinging Wyvern up against the hybrid spear and knocking it back with a loud clang. The agile, slender beast used the momentum to leap high above Killer's head, spinning his weapon down in a hard vertical slash, but the liger caught him by an ankle and contemptuously smashed him down into the ground once, twice, thrice before kicking into his bloodied chest hard enough to break him into pieces, his legs smacking into the shield held by another warrior while the torso shot through the crowd of divinities like a comet, knocking bodies flying in every direction while Wyvern painted a crimson lightning bolt in the air as it was slashed at head level, taking down a couple of other gods ahead of Killer before carrying on above the liger's shoulder to decapitate a massive knight sneaking up on his back. Before the aliens could even understand what had happened, Killer's enormous sword stabbed forth twice, piercing through two different monsters and sending both crumpling to the ground in broken heaps before he turned sideways and rammed his shoulder into another alien, shredding his armor with the bone spikes on his shoulder and knocking him into the sky, grinning as its bulky body fell down to crush another divinity to the ground, where he was caught by a stab of Wyvern that skewered both creatures, before effortlessly ripping them in halves as the liger swung his sword up to slam it into a long, Katana-like blade lunging towards his abs. The weapon flew up into the air and Killer caught both it and the head of its owner with the flat of Wyvern, sending both spinning wildly through the air, the incredibly sharp blade tearing through throats and limbs and chests, sending enemies falling over with wails of agony... before Alexis blindly reached up and easily snagged the handle as the bloodied sword flew by, and she moved with lightning speed and deadly grace to easy knock the weapons out of the hands of her opponents before almost playfully spearing through them, taking delight from their shrieks as she cut them into morsels while at the same time using the heavier, larger, thicker blade of Blue Vixen to slash through even the heaviest armors, ripping enemies apart and battering their broken bodies back like they were toys, sending entire groups of beasts sprawling helplessly around her. The two lovers traded a grin through the carnage, their bodies burning with lust and adoration for each other, their strength and bloodlust growing even greater as they admired and challenged each other, tearing through the armada of aliens on parallel courses.

Killer admired her as she gracefully sidestepped all assaults, seeming to dance as her spectacular body twisted this way and then to narrowly avoid the blades slashed against her, and he laughed when she teasingly hooked the leg of a shocked bug-beast with her foot as she slid out of the way of his furious lunge, before she easily tripped him and sent him falling on his face. The goddess moved backwards a step to avoid a falling hammer and her boot inexorably found the head of the bug, stomping it into pulp, then smearing the crimson paste into the ground as she turned on her heel to avoid a long spear, letting it shot past her hip... and she easily hurled the stolen Katana back towards Killer, freeing her hand to nonchalantly grab the body of the spear and yank it hard forwards, stabbing the blade through a creature charging at her back, while at the same time decapitating the spear's owner with a slash of Blue Vixen that seemed all but bored. Killer caught the Katana in midair and spun it tip down, driving it viciously through the skull of a lizard intent on slashing an axe against his side, and with his hand again free he reached backwards to grab the ungodly tangle of chains and drag it forth, effortlessly ripping the feet and hooves and talons of dozens of gods from the ground as he easily twisted the chains to wrap them around the necks of three other creatures before yanking hard and sending all three skulls falling off in a splatter of crimson and green.

The hurricane of sand tore through the desert, pushing deeper into the maze of dunes and cliffs, and Killer veered to follow it. He did not immediately realize that the tornado was moving in the exact same direction in which the alien gods were unsuccessfully trying to drag him, the same direction in which the beams of energy from the crystal lenses were pushing him. He settled Wyvern upon his back, the blade becoming glued to his body through the energies that flowed into her blade, and he reached up to claw into the wildly spinning sea of sand and mud. He snarled as it immediately began to cover his arms, solidifying into marble and brittle stone, turning his very muscles into rigid, frail chalk, and he armored himself with his own energies as well as those of Deimos, forming a beautiful and heavy set of overlapping black plates, splendidly decorated by figures and tribal flames and symbols made of solidified light, more precious and brighter than gold. He pushed through the vortex of sand with a roar, beginning to tear it apart by absorbing the very magic that kept it spinning... before a huge golem-like creature stomped up to his position, moving with surprising agility and speed and swinging a monumental halberd of metal and stone down on the liger's face, catching him on the cheek and temple and slamming him hard to the side... but when Killer slowly turned around to face his rival, he sported only a long, thin cut that leaked a single thin streak of blood. The golem's ursine features twisted as the grin on his muzzle turned into an expression of shock and horror, and even though he was even taller and larger than Killer it was immediately clear who was glaring down at whom. "Weak..." Killer contemptuously snorted, using a single finger to push the enormous blade away from his face, before thick tentacles erupted out of his arm and tore through the golem's chest one after the other, knocking the beast backwards with gargles of agony and then with a twitch as the mighty appendages effortlessly lifted him high up into the air and whip-lashed in the opposite direction, shredding him like he was a cheap ragdoll.

The organic matter and the energies of the fallen god were absorbed into Killer before the blood even had a chance to splatter on the ground below, and the liger barely noticed it, ignoring the beasts firing into him from all sides as he focused on ripping the tornado open, smirking a bit as he finally revealed Vera, almost completely petrified and floating in the middle of the inferno, curled up on herself.

"Pull her out of there, I don't know how long she can last!" Alexis urged, landing near him and spinning around to face the horde of enemies surrounding them and only ever growing more numerous.

Killer grunted in agreement and flexed with a snarl, yanking hard into the opposite directions and causing the hurricane of sand to almost freeze in place, the mud floating absurdly in midair for a long few moments before beginning to splash down to earth. A single, beautiful emerald eye looked up at Killer, open wide in anguish as the sand and the hardening stone and chalk encroached on it, having already turned most of her face and all of her body into a perfect sculpture, and he leaned forwards to help her, only for the crystal lenses in the distance to focus mercilessly on his face, while all the chains wrapped around him clanged and tensed, yanking him backwards with the force of literally a thousand gods.

"Enough, you bunch of losers!" Killer cackled, before yanking one huge arm forwards, whip-lashing the chains into the sky and then down onto the desert ahead of him, using the enormous tangle of adamantine metal restraints to crush one of the distant crystal lens. Terrified gods scattered in horror, flying and jumping out of the way and then staring in shock as the terrifying mass of otherworldly metal tore a canyon across miles of desert, finally striking the lens and disintegrating it into dust, turning a multitude of gods into nothing but splatters of crimson, while countless others, who didn't let go of the chains quickly enough, were caught in the middle of the tangle and crushed into liquid, red rain falling down over all of the desert. And many other gods were catapulted into the sky, where they floated helplessly, staring in shock at the titan that was destroying them all with ease, like they were nothing but mortals. Even combining their forces, the aliens were proving almost pitifully powerless against that beast, who didn't even seem to be trying. There was an ease, a casualness to the liger's terrifying power that made it horrendously evident how all of it was a mere hint of his real strength.

Killer yanked his other arm forwards as well, and a great group of incredulous gods was dragged right into his broad, muscular back just as he flexed and arched his spine, grinning viciously as a multitude of curved, cruel spikes and blades of metallic bone jutted out of his flesh. The helpless divinities crashed against that forest of blades with matching wails of anguish and shock, followed by sick crunches and squelches as the blades impaled, torn, ripped, shredded and pushed through bodies and limbs and heads, turning gods into mincemeat and blood with an ease that was simply terrifying... and then Killer rolled his shoulders lazily, and the chains disintegrated into tiny fragments while the blades sticking out of his back serrated like scissors, destroying every corpse and every remain before they retreated back inside him, out of sight.

Alexis laughed in cruel delight in front of that slaughter, spreading her arms and challenging the aliens to strike her just as one of them hurled a massive spear charged with dark magic: it flew through the air with a thunderous sonic boom, but the goddess snagged it out of the air with terrible ease and spun it easily between her fingers, throwing it back with the same deadly graceful movement, skewering the alien and two more beast behind him before clenching her fist and causing the spear to implode, turning into a super-dense core of darkness that yanked other gods off their feet, throwing them around like puppets, dragging one against the other, slamming them into the indestructible sphere of solid obscurity and bouncing them back only to yank them forth even harder, sending blood, gore and broken innards raining down over the entire desert.

Killer smirked in dark entertainment at that, and the chains still hanging from his limbs suddenly shuddered as his immense energies exploded down their lengths, disintegrating the links and turning them into a hailstorm of bullets that blasted over the surviving crystal lenses and through the bodies of everyone standing in a range of a couple miles from them, turning a vast swath of desert into a literal cloud of dust, sand, blood and gore as everything in there was shredded into tiny pieces.

The beams of energy and the hurricanes of sand that had been blowing into his face suddenly died away, and he reached forth to carefully take Vera in his arms as she stirred weakly, a groan of agony coming from inside her as she rigid layer of frail stone cracked and began to flake, tearing off chunks of her body.

"I don't even know why I'm doing this..." Killer murmured, but he allowed some of his energy to flow into her, sapphire flames enveloping her beautiful body and consuming the stone and marble, melting it away and revealing her solid muscles below.

"Because you are an idiot, and because I'm so beautiful that you get hard every time I flex one leg." Vera muttered, spluttering a bit and then cleaning her mouth, spitting out gout of mud and sand. She smirked up at him teasingly, her eyes glowing with gratitude as her body regained its flexibility and she flopped into his arms, bending one leg until her boot could rub teasingly against his enormous black shaft. "Thank you." She finally and reluctantly said, before rolling over, falling out of his grip and gracefully landing on her feet just as an alien divinity clad in a ridiculously bulky and elaborate full-plate armor charged forwards with a yell, swinging a massive cleaver sword towards Killer's exposed black shaft. The doberman's eyes glowed solid emerald as she faced him, and the god missed one step, stumbling awkwardly as his eyes lost their expression for a brief moment. He struggled violently against her powers, but she snorted and flicked her head sideways, and the god let out a suffocated shriek while spinning his sword around until the tip touched his belly... and he stabbed himself with it, flopping down in a bloody, broken heap.

Thin, sharply pointed tentacles of liquid metal erupted out of the god's back and shot towards Vera as the creature's body began to heal and regenerate, but Killer stepped forwards with a snort and kicked the alien so hard that his armor crumpled inwards like a cheap tin can, blood exploding out of every fissure as he rolled over... and immediately his head was squished under Killer's boot.

"Nice." Vera grumbled, looking at him with something like amused frustration before she added: "Felt nothing strange? You moron, they used me like a bait and you ran across the desert after me, stepping right over their trap." She insulted and scolded him, but her voice was warm and grateful and... incredulous. She literally couldn't believe the risk he had willingly run to save her. She looked at him like he was insane. But she couldn't help doing so with a gentle expression on her beautiful features.

Killer took a moment to realize what she meant with "something strange". Instead of sinking deep into sand and soft, arid ground, his foot had easily shattered the helmet and head of the alien god, pressing it against something hard and smooth and unmoving.

"You are so wonderfully predictable, Amon-Ra... always guided by your lists and by your honor in roughly equal measure." Cerberus's voice boomed, even though there was no way to tell from which direction it came. It echoed against them from all sides as the horde of alien divinities compacted its ranks and surrounded them, hesitant at the idea of charging the two titans but firmly determined to keep them from moving out of that corner of desert. "Right where I wanted you." Cerberus purred in intense satisfaction, and there was an awful thrum of energy exploding skywards from the ground. It seemed to come from the center of the earth, slamming through Killer's form hard enough to send him crashing backwards with a snarl of agony, his teeth gritting before he coughed hard and vomited out blood. Alexis crashed nearby, panting violently as blood leaked out of her mouth, and Vera was slammed high up into the air with a shriek of anguish, her body zapped by a terrible discharge of electricity as she fell heavily into the solid ground just as all the dunes around them were blown up into clouds of dust, the sand dissolving rapidly as the sky above them seemed to split open, a glowing crack appearing in the fabric of reality as the clouds began to helplessly spin around it.

Killer attempted to push back up to his feet, but he grunted when he barely managed to budge, his arms trembling with the absurd level of effort it took. His body suddenly felt impossibly, indescribably heavy and the endless flood of energy that had been pumping in his veins during the fight suddenly seemed to be abating, the rivers of energy draining as he gasped, feeling like all the air was being forcefully dragged out of his lungs. Sweat rolled down his muscular form as he crunched, feeling more fatigue than he had in literally millennia, probably since the first time he had attempted to lift a monolith of heavenly lodestone, when he was still more mortal than god. His eyes opened wide, staring at the countless tons of sand that an impossible, vicious wind of negative energy was blowing out of the way, and he suddenly found himself staring at his own image reflected with amazing clarity by the ground. A ground that was an immense, smooth, glowing floor of demonic crystal, made of titanic tiles larger than city squares. It extended around them in every direction for countless miles, and it glowed with greedy hunger, thrumming with awful power once more and dragging all three of them down with such force that Vera cried out loudly, her cheek painfully pressed against the crystal which felt at once incandescent and icy as it sucked their energies out of their bodies. Alexis snarled in fury, smacking her fist into that terrible, alive floor that drained their force away, and she gritted her fangs as she looked up at the armada of alien gods as they began to advance with new courage and determination. She pushed up to a crouch, painting and throwing her head back to move several sweaty bangs of golden hair out of her eyes, her muscles bulging explosively as she growled: "Cerberus, you little, traitorous bastard... I'll shove a spear of this same crystal up your loose faggot ass."

Killer pushed up to his feet as well, grunting and gritting his fangs as his muscles bulged massively, pushing against his skin so hard that it felt like they would burst through, veins pumping as his claws tore deep scratches in the solid crystal. Square miles upon square miles of the solid, rare material that could absorb, store and release energy. There wasn't so much of that precious crystal in the whole of Heaven and Hell combined, so he suspected that much of it had been somehow synthetically created... and he made a grimace of fury and disbelief at once as he tried to imagine how long it must have taken to get such a trap set up. He had thought the "Fog of War" over Alfaya had hidden the construction of factories and laboratories, of all the facilities that were needed to produce the advanced weaponry of the RA, and he had been baffled by the lack of any such structure when it had finally been dispelled. Now he knew what those dark clouds had kept hidden, and it was something much more dangerous and sinister. What Killer truly struggled to believe about the whole thing was that whoever had set it up knew him, his powers and his destiny better than him. And that scared him and made him furious. All along, he had tagged along, discovering one little detail at a time, uncertainly navigating through darkness... while his enemies enjoyed the advantage of a clear picture and years of time to prepare.

Cerberus laughed in savage satisfaction in front of Alexis's threat, before hissing: "Keep dreaming, my dear... no matter how much you struggle, the only thing you can do now is giving me power!" The tiger cackled in delight, then turned his attention to the horde of alien gods, barking orders to them. "Form an outer perimeter, keep his bitches out!"

Killer roared as he slowly stood back up to his feet, horrified at the indescribable weight burdening down his body and making Wyvern's burden on his back simply unbearable, but even more worried by Cerberus's words. He looked up over the heads of the astonished gods ahead of him, who still hesitated, and he saw that the rear ranks of that incredible army of aliens had turned in the opposite direction, forming a defensive perimeter. Dozens of gods combined their powers and magic to create a massive barrier, a dome of crackling energy that covered the crystal square and made Killer wince, his senses disturbed, his perceptions distorted by that solid wall of force. Even so, he could still hear fairly clearly the noise of battle and he saw enormous explosions out of the dome, before an alien bug-beast was nailed against the barrier by a massive spear of golden energy, which exploded a moment later with enough force to completely disintegrate the alien. The blast knocked several other beasts sprawling, and Killer spotted Valery nocking another crackling arrow, sending it tearing right thought the skull of a horned creature that charged against her. Immediately after that, a whole group of gods was blown into the air and sent crashing violently into the barrier, their blood streaking in rivers down the dome as it cracked, and the captive gods were helplessly yanked back through the air before slamming hard forwards again, a terrible ripple of psychic power smacking into the dome with enough force to rattle it and send the gods alimenting it stumbling backwards in shock. Mriya's eyes glowed solid sapphire as she walked forwards with her fangs gritted, hand easily raised towards the enemies that she so effortlessly manipulated, slamming them into the barrier again and again and again, her musculature bulging and her energies crackling audibly around her form while long golden bangs of her hair floated up as if they were alive. When an enormous reptilian beast assaulted her frontally, swinging a titanic, spiked gauntlet against her beautiful features, Mriya nonchalantly blocked him with a single hand, catching his knuckles and immediately crushing them all into powder, making him shriek in pain that became breathless, silent agony as she easily kicked him into the abs, sending him crashing face-first into the ground as his legs gave out and his spine belt with a sick crack, just in time for her to easily leap over his skull, stomping it into pieces under both of her boots.

Elaine briefly came into view as well as she easily slapped a gigantic warhammer away before it could smash into her chest, sending the alien god stumbling backwards with a grunt that became a wail of pain as she aimed one of her huge, special handguns at his face and pounded his skull into pulp with a long succession of shots, before she pulled up her other arm as well, aiming sideways with a snort of contempt and blowing the head off another beast which had tried sneaking up on her flank. Both headless bodies continued to charge against her as they began to regenerate, but the young goddess easily leapt onto the swords slashed against her, using them like a ladder to hop up above both monsters, gracefully somersaulting in midair to smack her high-heeled boots through the skull of a third alien, her long legs tensing as they cut through his chest one after the other, nearly sawing him in half down the middle. At the same time, a multitude of strong, muscular and flexible tentacles pushed out of her back and ensnared the two headless beasts, lifting them high into the air just as she easily landed on her feet, a cruel grin spreading on her face as her tentacles turned metallic and serrated, tearing easily through armor, flesh and bones and sending twin deluges of gore splattering wetly on the ground behind her. She advanced towards the barrier, shoving her hands forwards and gritting her fangs as she began to tear a breach in it, her eyes glowing with terrible power as her psychic claws tore through the solid wall of energy even as the gods holding it up pushed back with all their strength.

"Keep them out, you idiots!" Cerberus furiously barked, and new, partly-metallic aliens charged out of portals that opened in midair, vomiting always new troops just as the other Disciples of Killer emerged from their own portals, feeding a battle that was turning the desert crimson with blood and gore. Heavily armoured warriors charged straight against Elaine, but she only snorted in contempt, her eyes flashing and sending ripples of force and pure magnetism over the incoming enemies, making them shudder visibly as they lost their balance and fell on their knees... before standing back up and turning against their comrades and allies, chopping them to bits with their huge swords and axes, their eyes emptied of all will and all intelligence as they fell under the dominating charm of the young goddess. Elaine's ability to Dominate minds and bodies was tremendously strong, due to her blood being made up by Killer's powerful, insatiable essence and by Alcana's own magnetism as goddess of love, and gods and goddesses alike were crushed by her mere gaze, forced into submission. They surrounded her, cutting down every enemy that attempted to get through and allowing her to keep pushing against the barrier... but suddenly a group of divinities armed with crystal staffs marched up in front of her, holding up massive shields made of transparent but terrible energy that crackled and exploded in bright flashes, repealing both her psychic power and her domination. The spellcasters hiding behind the special shields blasted her with conical hurricanes of sand, fire, ice and liquid metal, their powers combining in a storm that destroyed her slaves and mind-washed servants and slammed into the front of her body, knocking her away from the barrier with a scream of pain and rage that Killer could only try to imagine, because it was lost in the terrible ruckus of battle and further muffled and silenced by the solid barrier. Valery immediately moved up to aid Elaine, shooting three of her massive arrows into the wall of supernatural shields, and even through the spear-sized darts became stuck halfway through, one of them reached far away to pierce into the forehead of one of the gods, sending him stumbling backwards with a wail of agony and shock. Elaine immediately exploited the small opening offered by that one shield falling out of position and she rammed through, stomping onto the shield and running up it before flipping gracefully in midair, aiming her massive handguns downwards and pounding huge armor-piercing bullets into the heads of the beasts ducking behind the shields. She twisted her body elegantly out of the way as spears of crystal were stabbed ferociously up against her, each long pole burning with magic, shooting beams of fire or ice into the sky, and she wrapped her legs around the neck of a massive draconic beast as she fell down, her thighs flexing powerfully and easily snapping the spine of the gigantic creature, which also received a hurricane of fire and ice right in the face as two spellcasters too eagerly unleashed the power of their spears in Elaine's direction. Alcana stepped in as well, swinging her massive halberd into the wall of shields and knocking a whole group staggering backwards even as blasts of fire and ice smashed into her, and she opened her jaws to unleash a tornado of white, tremendous draconic fire that washed over the shields and fired past the edges and through all fissures, incinerating everything it touched.

"We must reach them! We must attack the barrier from either side!" Alexis urged, and Killer nodded in agreement, but they both struggled to move, dragged down and drained as they were by the pulsing, glowing floor beneath them. They both tried once more to connect with their friends outside the barrier, but just like before they only got pain out of it, their minds recoiling violently and their heads filling with nothing but confused noise and fragments of voices and thoughts, as the prayers and curses of millions mixed with the far more important messages coming from the Disciples, or even from Sandy and Galen. Killer had promised he'd be there for them as soon as they needed him... but now he was in no condition to keep true to his word. He couldn't even tell if they were trying to talk to him. He could only hope they weren't in immediate trouble, and wish them good luck.

Alexis and Killer had been unable to connect and communicate already earlier, and now their minds were filled with nothing but pain and confusion. Mriya, Elaine and all the others had intervened out of their own judgment: the silence had sounded more urgent than any call to action, especially when the sky had split apart with the appearance of the gigantic, glowing crack in the fabric of reality. The enormous wound was clearly visible from almost any remote corner of the world, and the awful thrum of otherworldly hunger that had exploded out of the crystal trap had been enough to send shivers down all of their spines, even though they stood hundreds of miles away. The sky had turned black and murderous all of a sudden, casting the whole fleet into darkness, and Pamela, the other Praetorians and Disciples had immediately teleported away from the Ark Royal to join the fight.

Killer was thankful for their wisdom and their discipline: as they had agreed back on the Ark Royal, they had teleported and used portals well spaced out, and placed a safe distance away from the center of the fight. Had they tried to teleport directly to his position, they would all have ended up trapped in the exact same way. He had hoped they would not have had to intervene, however, and he gritted his fangs in a mix of rage and fear: he was worried for them all, and he frantically tried to spot them, to see how they were doing, if they were in trouble... but the chaos of the battle was such that he could only get glimpses.

Killer spotted even Vicky and Kathy, both clad in light leather corsets and skirts, stockings reaching halfway up their strong thighs, fingerless gloves covering their hands and turning into fishnet and transparent lace respectively. They were beautiful and they were furious and deadly: even Kathy's eyes showed no hint of mercy or hesitation as she spun a deadly Praetorian hybrid spear around her waist, cutting down the beasts surrounding her and sending two more staggering backwards to avoid being cut to bits, before she snorted in contempt and tilted the heavy pole violently sideways, catching one of the fleeing beasts on the skull and sending him down in broken heap, blood exploding out of his skull while she was already tilting the weapon upwards, blocking the swing of an axe aimed at her face before letting the pole pivot on her shoulder, tilting the long weapon so that the huge twin-headed blade went down behind her shoulders, cutting off the head and arm of a lizard-like creature like it was a guillotine, while the smaller, straight, sword-like blade at the other hand of the pole swung up and caught the axe-yielding alien in the crotch, hefting him off the ground with a wail of agony. The god's face contorted in agonizing fury as he bent forwards and stabbed at the young feline's face with a hand that morphed into a terrible, mutated claw of steel and sharp-edged diamonds, the beast's entire arm turning into a hideous mass of grotesque muscle and sharp metal pieces jutting out, and Killer gritted his fangs with a snarl of rage and worry, knowing that Kathy was by far the least experienced of his Disciples... and he cursed loudly under his breath as he barely managed to move a step forwards, dragged down by the greedy force of the crystal that devoured his energies and glowed brilliantly, ever hungry for more. Kathy, however, swiftly dragged her spear out of his body, stabbing it straight through the heart of another beast charging at her back while she spun on the spot, offering her narrow side to reduce the target area and slapping her palm up into the creature's chest, sending him flying backwards like a missile, knocking over several of his brethren. "You rock, girl...!" Killer couldn't help but comment, smiling to himself... but he still felt welcome relief when Pamela barreled in, cutting two aliens into bloody pieces with a swing of her own massive spear, ramming her shoulder into another and sending him flying away like a toy before she gracefully bent her leg to ram her knee up into the belly of a hideous mutant charging at her, grinning as he crumpled upon her powerful, muscular thigh, his head perfectly positioned for her to slam her elbow down and crumple his skull just as she swung the spear with her other arm, cutting the legs out from under several aliens and sending them flopping helplessly to the ground, broken and shrieking, while the other enemies trampled each other in the hurry of getting back out of her deadly reach. Pamela took position near Kathy and the cat wisely spun around to stand back to back with the far more experienced captain of the praetorians, and a moment later Killer saw Vicky tearing her way through a group of enemies to join them.

Even though every Disciple was a terrifying force of destruction, the weight of numbers was such that the goddesses were being surrounded and separated, small groups forming, or pairs, with the exception of Sekhmeth who was rampaging ferociously and stomping her way through enemy ranks, hissing in a mix of pain and delight every time a blade cut a gash in her solid body and snapping her whips of fire to send countless enemies sprawling while many others were incinerated where they stood or ripped into pieces like they were plastic figures.

Killer and Alexis flexed their enormous muscles and straightened fully, their eyes glowing with fury and terrible, endless power as their bodies thrummed with strength, their immense forms towering over most of the alien gods ahead as they threw their heads back, grinning, covered in glorious sheens of sweat as their bodies grew even further, inches piling on, then feet. Killer's terrible bone spikes began to glow as they turned to an incandescent golden color as his bones turned into liquid metal, fire and solid light, forming an alloy more resistant than anything else in the universe. Horns of the same incredible material pushed out of both his and Alexis's skulls, adding even more to their imposing heights as the crystal cracked under their boots. Veins bulged through their skin as their hides stretched tighter and tighter with the swelling of their muscles, waves of power rushing through their veins and exploding out of them in solid shockwaves. The armada of gods ahead of them visibly shivered in shock and fear, wavering, its ranks breaking as many of the beasts began to retreat while others could only stare, frozen in place, and Killer snickered darkly as he spread his legs slightly, enjoying the thunderous slap of his goliath shaft against his muscular thigh as his immense balls and his gigantic cock grew even larger, even faster than the rest of his form, stirring majestically as the humongous head swelled and flexed, that huge cock-maw gaping open and throbbing as it leaked out a massive, heavy rope of precum.

Vera's eyes opened wide as she looked up at them, gaping in awe... and when both gods moved towards the crowd of alien divinities and sent the entire army back two or three steps, she redoubled her own efforts and pushed up to a crouch, muscles bulging as she panted and threw her ponytail out of her eyes, flexing and reaching up for her twin swords.

Alexis grinned in cold ferocity as she strolled forwards and the whole army ahead of her retreated in horror, and she licked her lips before teasing: "You thought sucking energy out of us with a big-ass plate of crystal would be enough to stop us...? I hope not!" She idly flicked her wrist and pointed her finger at a massive beast of living metal in the first line, who squealed in terror as he floated helplessly up in the air, dragged towards her by a force that he couldn't contrast, no matter how hard he tried, how he trashed around, pointing his hands towards her and blasting out a multitude of spheres of focused energy, bombarding her face but only managing to make her smirk wider as she opened her jaws and devoured several of the projectiles, while the others smacked into her hard muscles and shattered into motes of energy that were immediately absorbed into her. "Come here, you little morsel..." She hungrily breathed, licking her lips before her eyes glowed solid sapphire and the creature began to howl even louder, ripping his lungs raw as his eyes bulged out of their sockets while his body was mercilessly crushed ahead of them all... until it burst apart in a splatter of blood, a cloud of crimson that flew right towards her, filling her maw and painting her body red as she spread her arms and laughed, muscles bulging as she rapidly absorbed everything that the alien had to give. The floor of crystal thrummed once more, almost hissing audibly in hunger as it yanked hard on Alexis's force, but the goddess only roared and flexed, pushing back with her monstrous strength and moving forwards another step, sending the aliens ahead scattering like mice. Her eyes burned a terrible sapphire, somehow incandescent and icy at the same time, her long golden hair glowing like a new sun, made of liquid fire, light and gold, her Mohawk standing proud and dancing a bit in the wind, the long bangs moving like flames around a pair of enormous bull's horns that stretched high towards the sky and the curved to point threateningly forwards, while another pair of golden horns pushed proudly skywards, emerging from her skull just a bit behind the first pair... and there was a third pair of horns too, somewhat ram-like, that curved downwards, royally framing her head before pointing forwards towards the end of her muzzle. Her glorious body was enormous and spectacular, towering above the thousands of gods huddled before her and making them all look like toys as she flexed her bulky, rippling muscles and arched her back with a hungry growl, gritting her fangs and loudly aspiring air through the teeth until the four gods closer to her foot collapsed on their knees and gargled, trembling violently as their bodies became pale, ghastly, emaciated and drained. They had barely enough time to breathlessly gasp before they fell apart in matching puffs of dust while their essence rushed up into her mouth. Her feet sunk deep into the crystal, cracking and shattering it when she flexed her powerful legs, huge quads bulging as she resisted another terrible, vampiric pulse of negative force coming from the floor beneath, and her long, perfect talons tore deep trenches in the diamond-hard material.

"Contain them! Restrain them!" A large god shouted from behind a wall of psychic shields, his long, flexible talons glowing with violet energy as he pointed them against the goddess, and enormous chains of crystal and adamantine metal arched through the air and wrapped viciously around her arms, and then around her neck and chest and torso as other divinities rushed forth and created their own restraints, yanking hard on them just as the floor of crystal thrummed even harder and dragged her down with such terrible force that her spine bent, a snarl coming out of her fangs as she flexed her mighty muscles...

"Drag her down! Hit her with everything you have!" The huge armoured goliath shouted, while the gods in first line hesitatingly advanced, ducking behind their massive, translucent shields and desperately trying not to meet her sapphire eyes, fearing that she would be able to dominate them even through the shields.

Despite their efforts, Alexis straightened with a snarling grin and snickered darkly, flexing against the chains, her muscles bulging explosively as a massive shockwave of pure force exploded out of her, knocking most of the aliens sprawling, even those who did their best to shrink behind their shields, slamming the bottom of them into the ground and using them as anchors. Her biceps bulged and the chains violently snapped, sending pieces of crystal and metal links exploding into the crowd like shrapnel, tearing through several gods and slamming loudly into the shields, knocking several flying out of the hands of their owners... and immediately those left without protection gargled and staggered, before turning against their comrades, slashing their blades into the packed ranks and hacking into pieces everyone who didn't retreat quickly enough. Alexis slowly grinned, licking her lips and stepping forwards as she effortlessly disintegrated all other chains, shrugging off the bolts of energy and the spells that crashed against her mighty body as she grew easily another hundred feet taller, casting her shadow upon them as her eyes settled on some of the exposed warriors, who immediately floated off the ground, shrieking in denial before howling and gargling in agony as they were crushed in her psychic grip before slamming down into their comrades with the force of meteors, their bodies bursting apart in clouds of gore and blood while other alien warriors were sent sprawling in every direction. Alexis laughed darkly as dark-fleshed, thorny tentacles stretched out of her muscular arm and shot down through the crowd, slapping gods and goddesses out of the way and sending limbs flopping wetly onto the ground as bodies were torn into shreds while the great appendages aimed straight for the armored beast that had been shouting orders. He saw the muscular, mighty tentacles coming for him and he retreated with a grimace of horror, grabbing a smaller bug-like alien with six arms, each armed with a long dagger, and shoving him forwards, using him as a shield. The alien let out a squeal of protest and began to fleet, but four tentacles snapped viciously closed around him and effortlessly lifted him off the ground. The armored god winced in shock and horror at the howl of anguish that ensued as the insect-like warrior wildly hacked at the tentacles with his swords, struggling and kicking and trying to break free only for two of the dark tentacles to twist around his arms and yank in the opposite directions, tearing his limbs right off before the rest of his body was squished into paste by the other two terrifying appendages grinding eagerly into each other.

"You won't get me!" The armoured beast shouted, but his voice trembled as the other warriors hurriedly scampered away from him, leaving him increasingly alone in the center of a large lake of blood and gore. Heavy plates of metal slid up from over his hunchback and covered the entirety of his short, stubby neck before completely encasing his head as well, while other large plates stuck out from his spine and back, forming into a forest of swords and spikes, making him look like a sort of mechanical porcupine as he rose both hands and blasted waves of violet energy against the massive tentacles, which flexed hungrily as they rolled over their monstrous girths... before they all leaned heavily down against his energy and broke through, sending shards of semi-solid violet force falling to the ground as the armoured god staggered backwards with a wail of terror, both of his arms crackling and glowing with a supernatural violet haze of heat which solidified into two great blades stretching out from his fists and forearms. "Take her down! Help me taking her down! We must stop them!" He howled, his voice amplified through a loudspeaker in his advanced armor as hydraulic pistols in his exoskeleton propelled him in a formidable leap forwards, his blades swinging hard out against her tentacles, cutting into them... before he winced in shock as the muscular mass of her appendages flexed and trapped his swords, making him squeal in awe and terror as he uselessly tried to either yank them out or cut deeper into the tentacles. The monstrous tentacles ground teasingly against the sides of his helmet as they slid over his shoulders like serpents, and he howled, shouted for help as the enormous tentacles wrapped around him and slowly, teasingly began to squeeze, the metal groaning loudly as it crumpled and deformed while the long spikes on his back were mockingly bent out of shape and crushed flat against the thick shell of his armor. "No, no, you can't! Stop!" The god squealed, his feet ridiculously kicking at the air as he trashed uselessly, his thick, heavy armor groaning loudly as it began to collapse as the tentacles slowly clenched around it, and his own disciples watched on in horror even as they fired their enormous portable rail guns at the goddess, wincing as the large darts crumpled and bounced off her impenetrable musculature. There was a loud, wet crunch as the armor imploded, and Alexis laughed darkly and clenched her fist, flexing her enormous bicep and causing her tentacles to squeeze their coils hard, compressing the metal into a flat, bloodied wreck as liquefied gore spurted and cascaded down to earth... not even wetting it, however, because every last bit of energy and organic matter was devoured by the glorious goddess.

"This is impossible! We are hundreds! We are thousands! They cannot stand up to us!" Another god nervously shouted, his voice betraying terror that became anguish as Alexis grinned and immediately clawed into his brain with her psychic force, crushing him down on all fours as blood exploded out of his ears, nostrils and mouth. He cried in despair and awe, and even his tears were crimson with his life fluids as he bowed deep and kissed the glowing crystal, again and again, beginning to chant: "We are servants, we are slaves. All glory for our Master, Killer, and our Mistress, Alexis."

"That's more like it." Alexis commented, grinning widely even as other darts and spears and bullets crashed into her, and the disciples of the fallen "porcupine" god charged against her, howling in a mix of fury and despair and disbelief, hacking at her toes and shins and smashing massive hammers against her muscular leg. She mockingly flexed in front of their efforts, her huge quads bulging explosively as the great warhammers bounced backwards violently enough to nearly shatter the fingers of the gods around her. One of them let out a shriek of frustration and smacked his hammer of metal and crystal hard into the back of her knee, snarling as he timed his assault with a new hungry thrum of the crystal trap, but Alexis only snorted in contempt and pulled her foot up, kicking him hard in the stomach and sending him crashing violently into the ground, staining it with his blood and bouncing up to crash into another group of divinities, knocking them sprawling before he slammed back-first into a line of shields and let out a howl of agony that still couldn't entirely hide the noise of his bones crumbling like biscuits.

Another of the armoured beasts turned to stare in shock at the end of his comrade, and Alexis's boot settled upon him like he was a bug, snapping his spine like a twig as he was brutally crushed into the ground, his armor splitting apart like it was made of plastic and blood and guts and innards bursting out of the breach as he gargled loudly and helplessly punched at her toes and boot, before her splendid leg flexed and squished him into a splatter of crimson that she idly ground under her heel. Alexis easily kicked another metallic monster into the air, turning him into a bloody meteor that smacked violently into the barrier, his body shattering and then sliding disgustingly to the ground, leaving behind a long red streak while other gods were sent crashing on their backs, their eyes opening in terror.

"It is impossible...! Attack them! Insist! The crystal is absorbing their energies, it is draining them, they can't last... don't let them scare you with their tricks!" Another divinity ordered, urging the army to move forwards behind solid walls of anti-psychic shields that had been created specifically to contrast Alexis's terrifying powers. Alexis glared down at the shouting creature, a massive centaur-shaped monster who appeared to be a synthetic being, half-machine and half flesh and bones, with two massive cannons sticking out of his solid back. The two huge artillery pieces blasted out matching conic hurricanes of dark energy, striking into her abs with enough force to knock her backwards slightly, but the flexed with a snarl and pushed forwards all the same, swinging out her tail, weighted-down by massive spikes and thorns made of the same incandescent, liquid light and gold that made up her horns. It smashed like a mace into a group of disciples of the centaur, easily recognizable because they shared the same body shape and massive, metallic hooves, and one of them crashed in a broken heap as his legs were shattered, while another was nearly ripped into two as the curved, terrible spikes pierced through his armor and hefted him off the ground, before the goddess irritably snapped her tail forwards and sent his bloody form flying into several incoming beasts.

Killer stomped forwards with his own cruel laugh, his body slightly hunched as he looked down at the army of aliens with eyes that burned solid sapphire, the long bangs of his mane moving like flames and projecting a blinding, incandescent light as his own massive bull horns topped his skull, forming a glorious and terrible golden crown, with four deadly tips projecting forwards, and several more pairs of tall horns pointing skywards, pushing out of his thick, muscular neck. Two massive golden spikes had emerged from his back as well, framing his head in an even more majestic way, and his tail had split into two, growing the same kind of deadly spikes as Alexis's, and with the black fur at the end replaced by golden, fiery flames. Even taller than Alexis, he loomed over the other gods, a titan partly clad in black, alive armor that replicated the profile of his enormous musculature as his monumental body flexed with power, the heavy plates creaking audibly as they were pushed outwards by the mountains of bulk and virile male dominance that composed him and made him God among the gods. His monumental black shaft dangled heavily between his muscular legs, his mammoth testicles hanging low and ponderous, throbbing with power as their masculine reek made the air incandescent and as thick as steak, overpowering enough to drive goddesses insane with lust and to force gods on their knees in reverence and submission. His monstrous black member pulsed powerfully, slimy with thick, rich mixture of his hypervirile sweat and his precum, forming a dark, corruptive sludge that leaked in thick ropes from his goliath member, causing even the crystal to sizzle, then crack apart as dark, powerful life forms were born from the potent stuff and they tore deep with their rapidly expanding roots, beginning to turn the clear crystal into a broken, dark gravel as sprouts became trees, massive and tremendous, made of thorny vines harder than steel and by mutant, solid flesh, before terrible thorns of golden, incandescent light pushed through just as the branches lengthened and turned into tentacles. They whip-lashed into the surging armada of divinities, battering back gods like they were nothing but toys, constricting around other alien monstrosities and crushing them until their insides burst out in bloody splatters, while other creatures were ripped into shreds by the deadly thorns, that leaked liquid, golden light into the wounds and melted flesh and bone and souls like nothing but snow under a scorching sun. Even as the vast block of crystal thrummed and flashed with its terrible power and endless hunger, sapping immense amounts of energy out of his magnificent form, he only ever seemed to grow stronger and greater in front of the terrified horde of aliens that so confidently had accepted to fight against him and subdue him. Many of them had snorted in derision and contempt, unable to understand why thousands of gods, from all corners of the universe, could ever need to work together to take down two rivals, no matter how strong they were said to be.

But now the entire horde shuddered and retreated in terror at the sight of Killer's magnificent form as he stepped easily forwards, cracking the crystal and half-melting it as magma and golden star-fire surged up through his footprint. His breath rumbled out of his broad, massive chest as he grinned viciously and looked down at a charging centaur-beast before he simply squished him with an enormous fist, turning the top half of the god's body into nothing but an ugly smear over cracked crystal while the horse-like rump of flesh and robotic parts reared up absurdly in the air and then flopped over while Killer swung his enormous arm out and smacked another alien flying across the desert until he crashed face-first into the barrier, causing the many gods working to hold it up and solid to shudder and shrink, trying hard to become invisible between all the other creatures, the shrieks, the laments, the orders shouted in a thousand different languages from the most diverse corners of the galaxies. Beasts swarmed around Killer, but he was a towering behemoth that made the massive divinities lunging against him look like pathetic jokes in comparison; and as his monstrous, almighty black shaft flexed above their heads its vast cock-maw gaped viciously open and blasted forth a tremendous volley of dark, thick precum crammed full of gigantic, merciless sperms. The ungodly, hypervirile sludge smacked into the packed ranks of gods ahead of him with enough force to deform the anti-psychic shields and crush down lesser, smaller gods, slamming them into the hard floor and gluing them to it with such force that they struggled in fear and disbelief, yanking at the thick, tremendous ropes of masculine essence, staring at it in utter terror as its monstrous heat made their armors smolder, melted metal, consumed flesh and muscle. The hellish, ruthless river of masculine essence washed over them completely, steam rising from the broken ranks together with shrieks of agony as the omnipotent stuff rolled down their bodies and pooled onto the crystal floor, consuming even that and causing powerful, evil life to sprout up in a display of impossible, merciless virility, leaving dozens of gods scampering weakly in a hot, reeking sea of masculinity. The shields could not protect their minds, nor their bodies. Many gods wore special anti-psychic helmets engineered and supplied by the RA, and completely sealed shut, complete with respirators, but the glorious stench of maleness that floated from the monstrous black cock washed over them with such force to corrode metal and get through, no matter what they attempted. It filled their brains and their lungs, destroying their awareness, their memories, their pride, their pretenses, so that they stopped even trying to resist as the ungodly, enormous rejected sperms brutally smashed through their holes, ripping them painfully wide as they crowded in, tore their way through every resistance. They gargled weakly, their eyes bulging painfully as they admired the dark god, looming titanic and impossible and magnificent above them. His body flexed with absolute, undeniable power, his dominance supreme and unforgiving, and they trembled hard as their bodies decayed and shrank, their powers rapidly consumed away as their muscles rotted and began to fall apart, while their shriveled, ashamed members, whatever the shape and purpose, withered away to scraps of useless skin, their bellies instead bulging, growing, expanding horrendously as new, powerful life rapidly developed within them. Reality trembled violently around Killer's glorious form, bending to its will, cowering away from his power as the titanic god laughed cruelly, then lazily swung an arm out, and long tentacles of dark flesh stretched out of his limb and shot through the crowd of flying gods that circled around him and bombarded him with their best energies, their most powerful magic, only for him to shrug each impact off, his body devouring all of that energy and adding it to his endless, terrifying might. The mighty appendages whip-lashed divinities out of the air like they were gnats, and other thick tentacles wrapped around other gods, squeezing until they simply exploded into crimson clouds, while the survivors pulled back, retreated to what they hoped would be a safe distance, aiming at his burning eyes and sending enormous blasts of force, of fire, of ice, of toxic, acid and poisonous substances, while psychics clawed at his mind, attempted to get into his thoughts,

Only to be battered back by a wall of solid, vicious power as the titan smirked cruelly and turned around, pushing forth one hand and unleashing a terrifying conical tornado of pure, terrible darkness that burned and dissolved and annihilated everything it touched, vaporizing god after god after god in an inferno of black flames that reached up all the way to slam into the top of the cupola-shaped barrier, rattling it violently and causing part of it to melt away, literally turning to a violet sludge that dripped and leaked down to the ground.

"Reinforce the barrier!" Someone shouted, and Alexis snickered cruelly before gripping the head of the courageous god into a terrible psychic grip, squishing him to pulp where he stood and causing the other aliens around him to scatter in panic. The floor of crystal thrummed again, pulsing so violently that it almost threw them all off their feet as it almost deformed, sucking hard against Killer's and Alexis's terrifying energies, and the smartest gods in the armada timed their attacks to coincide with the crystal's bite. Great blasts of combined forces from countless different gods slammed into the two ligers, who gritted their fangs and pushed back as hard as they could, refusing to be budged, but screaming inside their minds, hoping that the crystal would stop tormenting them. They could not afford to give the enemies any kind of hope. They could not show that they were bleeding. They gritted their teeth almost hard enough to crack them and leaned forwards even as stone and ice began to spread over their forms, making it harder to move their muscular, formidable arms, and several tentacles were chopped down, sending brief but intense explosions of pain into their bodies as an immense amount of energy was forcefully dragged out of them, almost nailing them dead motionless in place as they felt the agonizing flows of force tearing out of their bodies, leaving behind no visible wound but nonetheless feeling like parts of their insides were being yanked out through their bone, muscles and skin.

It seemed to last for an eternity, and the flames in Killer's eyes flickered and lost some of their ferocity as thick ice spread over his chest and then his shoulders, sharp pillars and spikes of rock-hard coldness tearing viciously into him, and his breath turned into an icy mist for a moment as shivers ran down his spine. Normally, ice would have not been a problem in the slightest, but the crystal beneath was pulsing and glowing as it clawed at his very essence and dragged it down, stealing it away.

"Insist!" Someone shouted, and Killer snarled in a mix of rage and frustration, looking at the swarm of gods circling around him, gazing past the countless blades hacking into him, searching for that impudent creature... but his mind was full of pain and exhaustion and torturing, deafening noise, and he couldn't think straight, and he couldn't identify any target with any degree of accuracy. He stomped forwards with a roar instead, muscles bulging, biceps flexing with limitless might as the spectacular body of the titan smashed through the crowd of beasts and sent them crashing backwards, grinning as his boot smashed upon a body and compressed it down until it spurted upwards wetly, painting his shin crimson, and he lashed out with his massive fists, chucking darkly as he struck a fully armoured head and crumpled the heavy helmet like it was made of paper, blood and gore bursting out through the breaches in the wrecked piece of metal, before he caught the horns of a furious beast charging at him and hefted him right off the ground before tearing him in halves with a mighty flex of his glorious musculature, tossing the bloody carcasses out to either side and sending other aliens sprawling under their mass.

The ice over his chest shattered into an infinity of glinting slivers as the great muscles flexed and bulged, and Killer grinned at the crystal beneath his feet almost audibly sighed, losing some of its luster and ceasing to hungrily drink away at his force, trying instead to digest the ungodly amount of energy it had absorbed. The relief for the two lovers was immediate, and they tore through their enemies with terrible, almighty power, ripping them to shreds as the crowd of warriors was smashed backwards by solid, brutal shockwaves of energy radiating off them, their bodies thrumming with terrifying physical power.

"Protect them!" Someone shouted, and the shield-bearers rushed forth, ducking fully behind their semi-transparent shields and pushing those forwards, covering their comrades as they crashed onto the ground and helplessly stared up at the two titans, panting as they admired their magnificent bodies and the terrible force radiating from them. Perfect, prodigious, powerful... almighty, gods above the gods. They could only gape in shock and awe at the sight of Killer's monstrous, ponderous balls, throbbing with omnipotent virility, covered in veins, stinking of such masculine presence that the gods beneath could only shudder and gargle, breaking before it. They immediately knew that they had no strength at all in comparison to that absolute, unmatched titan, and they gargled helplessly, unable to resist, unable to do anything but serve as his fucktoys, his meat, his expendable servants as they were ravaged by his indescribable power from every angle, their minds melting in that unfathomably powerful stench of virility. They trashed on the ground and threw their heads back to glare up at the shield-bearers, savagely clawing, tearing into their bodies and dragging them down in a chorus of shrieks before other gods intervened with long spears and swords and rifles and stabbed and fired into their heads and chests, desperately trying to stop their destructive fury... but Killer's essence was inside them and their wounds were immediately plugged closed by horrible but powerful growths of dark flesh, tentacles ripping out of their damaged forms and slashing into everyone in range, strangling, crushing, stabbing in a horrendous massacre. The gods that had been invaded by his almighty precum were rapidly growing and mutating, their bodies bulging with new, massive, ungodly muscles and tentacle-like growths of dark meat as they stood up and grabbed the other warriors nearby just to rip them in half, or to toss them around like ragdolls, while the hideous, gross tentacles and uncontrollable, parasitic growths wrapped around other aliens and dragged them in, fusing them to the mutant bodies and reshaping them in monstrous, powerful forms that rampaged all over their terrified comrades. The alien divinities scattered in horror and awe, but those who left the cover of the special mind-protecting shields were almost instantaneously dominated and shattered and turned into drooling, savage beasts while Killer loomed above, glorious and perfect, towering above them and crushing them under his toes like they were nothing but insects. He was the unstoppable Apocalypse, he was unending Fear, he was the Master and Incarnation of War, he was the eternal conqueror, he was chaotic Creation and merciless Destruction. He was the absolute master of death and he was supreme, endless, impossible virility that created, warped, evolved and enslaved Life. He was luminous, spectacular, handsome... and yet terrifying and pestilent, his hypervirile dark fluids spreading vicious, parasitic, destructive life as he idly stroked his monstrous black shaft, sending thick, gooey ropes of his sweat-sludge leaking down to the ground while blasting colossal loads of incandescent precum that tore into the enemy army like meteors. Killer grinned coldly as the black immensity in his hand flexed and thrummed with limitless potency, pushing gloriously in front of him, too heavy and too arrogant to fully raise its own mighty head even fully horizontal, the monstrous cock seeming to look tauntingly down at the shrieking masses as it the colossal tower of flesh jutted slightly towards the ground thanks to its own impossible weight.

Those covered by his incandescent, hypervirile precum howled in anguish and lust at the same time as their bodies were consumed, as they began to stank of rot and death, their forms covering in hideous, sick and purulent wounds, blisters and messy, cable-like growths that pumped dark, virile sludge into their forms. They agonized and looked like infested, tormented undead, but for all the pain and sickness they were terribly, incredibly alive, full of vigor and vitality that dwarfed their previous powers and that allowed them to slap away the other gods like they were plastic toys. They seemed invulnerable, their wounds filling with dark sludge and leaking that incredibly corruptive essence down along swords and spears, corroding them into flaking rust and infecting the gods yielding the weapons, spreading the corruption. They were horrible, yet they were evolution, life that was violently progressing towards something greater, as their bodies changed in ways that couldn't even be fathomed, their gashes and overgrowths seeming to have eyes and minds of their own... and they carried armoured, hideous bellies, grotesquely huge and pregnant, that suddenly began to burst open, hurling sharp bones and plates of metallic, infected skin into every creature around them while birthing muscular, massive, ferocious beasts that moved on all fours with terrifying speed, leaping onto every god within reach and cutting them all into shreds, devouring their meat. They were enormous, parasitic feral ligers, without any fur but instead covered in some sort of spike-like overlapping scales sticking out of overgrown, ungodly muscles, their fingers and toes replaced by tremendous, flexible talons that could rip through even the hardest armor plates.

Shrieks rose in terrible choruses from behind the walls of shields as those mutant, powerful creatures rose all around the mile-long stretches of thick, black precum fired out of Killer's titanic shaft, and the dark god laughed darkly as he leaked and blasted out more of the hypervirile sludge, letting some of his darkness ooze out of him, enjoying the terrible, evil power it gave him... and he figured that his ability to spread horrendous disease and pestilence were due to Erra, the hideous, unkillable personification of sickness that he defeated, dominated and conquered in battle.

He laughed and flexed his enormous muscles as he crushed a bunch of shieldbearears underfoot after racking them over with a lazy kick, and licked his lips as he felt their bodies crunching wetly, then dissolving as he easily absorbed them, without even needing to think about it, and all of their strength became little more than a new drop of vigorous, hypervirile dark sweat-pre over his monstrous shaft. He grinned mockingly down at the fearful mass of gods ahead of him, telling himself that each of those creatures was revered, worshipped by entire worlds. They were champions, idols and masters of their peoples, scattered across the entire galaxy, and yet none of them could even remotely compare to his monstrous strength, and even working all together they were proving to be nothing but meat, insects for him to play with, even though the crystal beneath his feet did its best to drain him, and the last Seal still sat on his chest, intact. And it was a reminder that he was capable of anything, of everything. That he was God.

Vera stood up behind Killer and Alexis's imposing, prodigious forms, and she swallowed thickly as she admired the perfect, massive musculature of the god's mighty back, watching in disbelief as he shrugged off the attacks of countless gods and walked onwards even while all that soul-sucking crystal viciously drained him. She had never believed in gods until she had been forced to by the evidence, by the crazy events she had been part of... and she had never believed in heroes, because her life had only shown her how people eventually betrayed ideals in favor of money, power, luxury, lust. She had been disappointed and let down when she had dared to trust. She had seen evil prove that it was stronger and more deeply rooted into the hearts of people. She had seen a few genuinely good persons, and even fewer of those had possessed the courage to try and be heroes. None of them had had the strength and the ruthlessness needed to get something done. And so she had stopped praying for salvation years before, when she had bitterly accepted that she was the only one who could, perhaps, change her own destiny if given a chance. But now she couldn't help but stare, trembling quietly as she half-crouched and clutched the handles of her twin swords so hard that her fingers turned pale for lack of blood. He was glorious, and he had power. Power to crush gods underfoot like they were insects. Power to reshape, corrupt and evolve reality to fit his whims. He was ruthless, savage, devastating and monstrous when the time called for it. He could be a more terrifying monster than anyone else when he felt like sinking the world into his darkness, but that was fueled her hopes more than anything else: the few heroes that she had seen were weak and hesitant, never really ready to do what was necessary, and they had all fallen victim to their naivety and softness. They were way too weak to face the monsters. Killer, instead, was strong. Powerful. A monster that sent the other monsters hiding in their holes, cowering in fear.

He was naïve too, oh yes. He had rushed through the battlefield to save her, had he not? What a stupid thing to do! He could have wasted his life because of it, and she wasn't even one of his friends! She shook her head slowly, still amazed by what he had done, and she shuddered as she admired his goliath body, licking her lips slowly as she stared at the flexing, bulging, massive muscles as he caught a massive warhammer in his hand, grinning as he crushed the humongous head of the weapon into a crumpled, deformed wreck, before tearing the weapon out of the hands of its owner and striking him into sludge with it. Vera breathed hard at that, and she swallowed thickly as her gaze ventured down to the great, monstrous, heavy cock that ponderously swung between his legs, the immense black shaft slick with dark, slick sweat and precum, over monumental testicles thrumming with power and obscene, omnipotent virility. She watched on with a drooling maw as he idly reached down to lazily stroke at his monumental shaft, blasting forth a tremendous load of his dark, monstrous, godly precum, knocking gods over like pins and filling the air with their shrieks as they were warped, corrupted, enslaved... and evolved, improved, strengthened, enhanced as they stood up, hideous but powerful beasts that tore his comrades apart in the hope of escaping judgment, in the hope of being allowed to stick around the titan, to bear witness to his endless power. And she trembled in bliss when Killer laughed, mocking the armada of aliens as his voice came in thunderous rumbles from the inside of his broad, masculine chest. She grinned widely, in real happiness for the first time in years, and she closed her eyes, shivering as he mocked his rivals while they scattered in terror, while they attempted to run away, while they tried to take down their mutated, corrupted comrades... only to be splattered with his thick, dark, potent precum, their own bodies beginning to rot - no, evolve... - and mutate while their minds dissolved. He laughed softly, mockingly, drinking of the panic in the ranks as he teased: "Lost and panicking already... You should pray you never have to see what I truly am, because you'd die immediately. Your little hearts and puny minds would burst and melt!"

And Vera hung on his every word, feeling his voice rattling her from the inside, his words burning into her brain as his massive, black-fleshed shaft hypnotized her as he continued to idly stroke that omnipotent pillar. For a brief instant she had a hint, a glimpse of him, of the true godbeast hidden inside him, and she found herself shutting her eyes almost painfully tight, trying to hang on to that glorious and fearsome image, trying to impress it into her very soul as she laughed softly. She laughed as she knew, instantaneously, that he was going to crush his enemies. Knowing that he was going to win. That there could be no arguing with him, no resisting, no opposing him.

He was naïve, bound to laws of honor and guided by bonds of friendship and love, but even his naivety was stronger than the gods. She was supposed to fight him, to take him down, to violate his mind... but she didn't want to. She had never wanted to, and certainly didn't now. And now she also knew that she couldn't fight him: nobody could.

And so she hesitated, standing there, half-crouched and with her swords held up even as sweat rolled down her muscular form with the effort, the weight of each familiar, treasured blade amplified a trillion times over and then some by the ferocity of the crystal's drain upon her strength. Did he care about her? Would he ever? Her choices in life had been forced upon her all along, since she was just a little child, and the reasons why she had had to obey were all still there, clawing at her heart and mind, shrieking that there were going to be consequences if she refused to follow the orders. Would Killer ever want to save her, and protect her? He had ran over a thousand alien gods to save her from her cruel prison of sand, but she suspected that he had done so just because he wanted her as toy, as plaything, as trophy in his collection. For her beauty and for her strength. He wanted her, and what he wanted he took, whenever, wherever, always. But even that thought, she discovered, only excited her further, made her grin all the wider, then laugh as she flexed and stood up tall, walking forwards slowly, following him...

A bulky alien divinity, looking somewhat like a demonic horse, charged past her side, accompanied by his disciples. Countless other alien creatures, some beautiful and some hideous, were all around her, either attacking Killer and Alexis from behind or trying to run in the opposite direction after seeing their assaults failing miserably. A group of mutant beasts were rampaging right ahead, their bodies dripping with Killer's dark, hypervirile cock sludge, their muscles rotted and yet powerful and massive and solid as they tore through armors and bodies with their bare hands, using terrible talons and sharp, deadly tentacles to shred their prey. Vera smirked as she saw one of the great beasts slap a god in full-plate golden armor flying away like a gnat, and her eyes flashed with savage pleasure as the mutant opened his massive jaws and a thick, powerful tentacle shot out of his mouth and tore through the god like an oversized spear, sending a splatter of golden blood arching through the air to land over her muscular thigh, abs and one of her large, splendid breasts. She idly spun one of her swords so the blade was aimed outwards and then she ground her knuckles in the golden blood, smearing it up her powerful leg and then further up along her front, delighted by the chaos and the panic around her. The horse-like creature flung a large spear crackling with blue lightning at Killer's back, but even though the weapon seemed to explode through the sky to smash at hypersonic speed into one of the liger's shoulder blades, the liger barely even acknowledged the hit, allowing one enormous black-fleshed tentacle to stretch out of his back and whip-lash blindly into the crowd of enemies, smacking several into the floor of crystal and crushing them into puddles of gore.

The horse pulled up his hands with a snarl, and a new spear formed in his grip just in time to protect him from the flexing tentacle as it slapped in his direction, but the god still stumbled violently backwards, looking astounded by the strength of the titanic liger. His disciples surrounded him, every last one of them armed with massive portable railguns that they were firing at the advancing mutants, their hands trembling as the huge darts tore through pestilent, rotten meat only to then be snapped and crumbled by the flexing of huge, prodigious muscles that grew even greater with each hit. Vera couldn't help but laugh of their efforts, her emerald eyes burning with satisfaction and lust as she looked at those parasitic, majestic beasts born out of nothing but Killer's omnivirile sweat and precum, and the horse god heard her and turned around with a glare, snorting fire and steam from his flaring nostrils, his eyes hideous, incredible pits of ghastly white light as he rushed towards the Doberman and swung his electrified spear forwards to lean the long blade against her throat, foaming at the mouth as he barked: "You! What the hell are you waiting for? Help us, you useless whore! Attack him! Break his mind!"

Vera winced as the electricity shot through her, causing her chest to heave disorderly as pure pain jolted her nerves and caused her muscles to flex and bulge erratically for a brief moment. The blade pushed forwards when she did not respond, and blood leaked out of the clean, almost surgical wound as the horse leaned in closer and barked: "What goes on in your little mind, bitch? Do not forget who you belong to!"

"I could never." Vera easily replied, smiling up at him, and she breathed in deep through her nose, filling her brain with Killer's thick, rich masculine stench, letting her tongue loll out as her eyes watered, her nose burned, her throat stung... and her loins flexed, hungrily, needingly, her soaked sex sucking her g-string and even the leather of her shorts up between her clenching, eager lips. The horse-god gaped in shock and horror even as tears rolled down his cheeks and his chest heaved because of the same omnipotent scent, and the Doberman laughed darkly, staring into the alien's eyes as she tasted Him in the air, she breathed him in as her tongue stretched out, and she growled in delight at the overwhelming, godly masculinity that flooded her. She pulled up one foot, her strong leg flexing spectacularly before she kicked the stallion-like creature hard in the crotch, sending the god stumbling backwards with a cry of pain and shock as she grinned and taunted: "I know that you feel it too... you know it just as well as I do... he is God, he is invincible..." Vera taunted, licking her lips. He was absolute, he flooded her mind and her soul, all of her being: hero, monster, god... all paltry titles, unworthy of him. Words ridiculously inadequate to describe him, because they could never be strong enough. He was... Alpha. The only real Alpha, the only supreme force that would ever exist. And when the horse-like alien snarled in helpless fury, angry more at the truth of her words than at anything else, the Suicide Maker swiftly backstepped away from his ferocious swing, then danced sideways as he stabbed hard forwards and sent a bolt of lightning exploding across the battlefield, incinerating some of his own disciples in an excess of pure frustration, and then her eyes flashed solid emerald. The alien gargled violently, struggling against her mental grip, but he stumbled awkwardly forwards for a moment and that was all what Vera needed as she crouched with awesome speed and grace and chopped the legs out from under him before easily slashing his head cleanly off his neck with a violent cut of her other blade. In the same fluid, perfect movement she slid forwards over the crystal, ducking slightly as the broken corpse flipped in the air just above her and crashed behind her back just as she sprung back up to her high heels, grinning widely and throwing her head back with a gasp of bliss, her cheeks burning crimson as her thighs ground together and she stared up at Killer, trembling visibly as a wondrous climax tore through her right there and then, her nectar flooding her leather shorts, streaks of hot, pearly juice running down her mighty legs, as the scent of her need permeated the air as she gasped helplessly. Blissful. Her choice had been made long before that point, but she had hesitated. When they had first met, he had been splendid and virile and strong but he had felt too much like the heroes that put up a great fight only to go down in a blaze of short-lived glory... she had not dared challenging her masters then, because their power over her was too great, too dangerous, too tormenting.

But now there could be no further delay, no other hesitation. Now she had given herself up to him, body and soul, realizing that she was his, that the whole world was his and that there was nothing anyone could do about it... There was nothing about it that she'd ever want to change.

She was his. And admitting it was so liberating. So blissful. So rewarding. The disciples of the horse god turned around with shrieks of shock and horror and rage, firing their rail cannons against her, but Vera leaned into the storm of deadly darts and danced through it like the great bullets were motionless, her swords cutting rapidly through the air and slapping them away from her body until she reached the nearest of the horse-like aliens and she spun around, swinging both of her blades around to stab them backwards up into his chest, making him gargle in a mix of agony and surprise as she effortlessly hefted him off the ground and catapulted his body over and above her head, sending him crashing into one of his comrades and crushing him into the ground.

She sprinted sideways as the other beasts snarled and fired against her, and one of the aliens dropped his massive rifle in favor of two short-handled axes, spreading his legs wide as he leaned forwards with a snarl, savagely swinging both weapons hard down against her, but missing as she elegantly went into a slide and ducked right between his legs, hooking both with her arms and sending him crashing face-first into the dirt.

The disciple standing just behind had enough time to blink in confusion and trail his gun lower to aim at her face before she stabbed one sword up through his chest and flexed, tearing hard to the side and dragging him along, sending him flopping on top of his dazzled comrade as he tried to push back up to his feet. Vera drove her other blade through them, piercing both from side to side and driving downwards with all her strength, until the sword sunk deep even through the crystal. Energy exploded out of the otherworldly material and crackled upwards through the blade, making her wince in pain... but grin savagely at the same time as the two divinities impaled upon her sword were stuck by the worst of the discharge, their bodies smoldering and almost melting right in front of her eyes, their regeneration failing them as their eyes went wide with the shock. She tore her sword violently upwards, ripping it free through their heads, and she swung the bloodied blade out to chop the legs out from under another charging disciple, before sprinting to her feet with a grin, easily sidestepping a stabbing halberd and pivoting behind another of the beasts, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her blade into his throat, slamming her knee into the base of his spine to make his struggling cease, his body shuddering violently as he howled in pain and bone loudly shattered. She forced the horse to turn around, using him as a shield and wincing as his body bounced and vibrated and slammed back into hers while a multitude of deadly rail gun darts shot into his chest, abs and thighs and face, blood spraying up from his devastated form while Vera reached forwards and tore the horse's spasming hand away from the trigger of his own massive cannon, sneaking her index in and aiming the great weapon loosely towards the other disciples, beginning to blast them with dart after dart, knocking their corpses flying off in thick splatters of crimson.

A couple of shield-bearers turned around and faced her, advancing rapidly, protected behind their wall-like, semi-transparent shields, and their eyes glowed dark red as they grappled with her own psychic powers, knocking her backwards with a groan of agony, her eyes shutting... and she let go of her once-living shield, shoving his devastated corpse hard into the two advancing psychics and sending them stumbling back for a moment. She immediately sprinted forwards to assault them, stomping onto one of the large shields and charging up it, but the two gods hurriedly stood up and swung their shields hard forwards, throwing her off just as another massive beast charged up from behind, swinging up the wrecked hull of a NWOA battle tank. Vera winced as she saw it coming, crossing her arms in front of her chest and grunting in pain when it struck her and knocked her down to the ground, her back striking hard crystal and bending up as she let out a cry of agony which turned straight into a growl as she pushed against the crushing weight of the tank, shoving it away from her face and then turning sideways to kick into its flank as hard as she could, bending it almost to a V shape and sending it crashing into the crowd of beasts around her, sending up a cloud of blood of various colors. She panted hard, her chest heaving and blood leaking out of her nose as the psychics assaulted her mind again, and her vision clouded over with darkness and flashes of pure pain, but she felt the ground rattling violently under her body as the massive alien charged up to stomp her into oblivion, and she found the strength to roll out of the way, sprinting up to a crouch. Other angry gods assaulted her and she turned around to slash her blades through one, cutting him into pieces... but the disgusting, eldritch creature's parts all suddenly sprouted with a multitude of hideous tentacles and they leapt against her splendid body like they all had a mind of their own. She cursed under her breath, making a grimace of distaste and shock as she instinctively punched hard up into one that came straight for her face, almost disintegrating it in a cloud of disgusting ichors while she hurriedly sprinted backwards out of the way of the others, slapping another away with the flat of one of her swords.

Vera was exceptionally strong, but she wasn't a goddess, so the current fight went well beyond her possibilities: her mind threatened to just explode as the two psychics advanced, grinning cruelly from behind their vast shields, and several of the horse disciples she had taken down were healing and getting back up, their supernatural regeneration rebuilding all but the most tremendous damage, and she panted hard, exhausted by the draining effect of the crystal beneath her feet.

"Stop being an idiot, and get back in line!" An alien barked, and his very voice made her wince in agony as it burned into her very brain, while filling her ears with hideous and incomprehensible noises. The massive beast stomped towards her, his metallic hands opening to reveal long, flexible, segmented talons that descended towards her far smaller form, making her snarl as she pulled up both of her swords and prepared to defend herself... even though she wasn't sure how she could even stop that behemotic creature. She slashed her swords upwards against his talons, making him hiss in what was more annoyance than pain, and he only pushed forwards harder, leaning down with a snarl of fury. She leapt out of the way before he could tackled her to the ground, but when she slashed her blades towards his metallic features he only snorted and slapped her away, making her scream in agony as she flew through the air, her eyes opening wide as the blade of her sword disintegrated into tiny pieces, like it was made of brittle glass.

She lashed out furiously with her psychic powers, and one of the horse-aliens, left exposed, gargled and turned around, firing his railgun cannon into the nearest comrades before the titanic metallic golem squished him under a fist and roared, viciously clawing in Vera's direction. She leapt onto one of his talons as they tore uselessly into the crystal upon which she was standing a moment before, and from there she charged up towards his ugly face, running along his massive arm... but right in that moment the crystal floor pulsed again, thrumming with awful, endless hunger. It was like a train and a truck had run over her at the same time, and her eyes glazed over as she groaned in sudden, terrible exhaustion as all energies were forcefully squeezed out of her. The enormous golem-like monster easily bucked and sent her crashing down to the crystal floor, which made her groan in pain as it simultaneously burned and froze her flesh, filling her whole body with a terrible coldness that nearly paralyzed her heart even though the skin on her back burned and smoldered, peeling off her muscles when she tried to roll over. Vera let out a groan of agony, opening her eyes but barely able to distinguish the confused shadows and flashes of light in her vision, her hand still clutching her last surviving sword but with little strength left to do anything with it.

She guessed, more than saw, several psychic with the great shields creeping forwards, surrounding her from all sides, and she gritted her fangs in a snarl, shutting her eyes and wishing intensely for just a little bit of her strength, just a hint of her normal power... she was going to die, but she wanted to carry at least a few of them along... She waited for the blades of their spears to tear through her chest, but nothing happened, and when the crystal's deadly sucking effect began to relent somewhat, she forced one eye open as she weakly pushed herself up... They were clawing into her mind, but she was so drained that, incredibly, their assaults found no real thought to enslave and warp. Her mind was filled only with determination. To survive, to fight on... to see Killer put things right, in a way or another. Her mind was full of him, of his almighty body, of his terrifying power, and her confidence in his strength was such that their mental hooks could not even scratch her decision to fight with him and for him. She only needed to look upwards, admiring his massive, muscular backside as Killer carelessly crushed underfoot a hideous alien creature, turning the upper half of its body into nothing but green, ugly pulp. She hissed in righteous delight at that, and she laughed darkly as Killer visibly grew even further, his sapphire eyes burning with power as he grinned and incinerated a whole line of charging monsters in a terrible explosion of darkness that rumbled forth in a spiraling vortex, coming from his great hand. Killer rumbled, his thunderous laughter of contempt rattling the whole desert as he smashed down his great fist and turned a multitude of smaller disciples into nothing but a ugly stain smeared over the crystal as he rumbled: "None of you maggots is going to get out of this bubble in one piece! The more you drain out of me, the more I unleash my hungers... and the more I welcome my hungers, the more powerful I become!"

Vera snickered at that, her features contorting in a grin as the gods around her visibly shivered in terror, turning up to gaze at the titan with expressions of pure shock, watching on awe as he racked a line of shieldbearers into disarray with a lick kick, before cruelly crushing several of the sprawled divinities under his boot, twisting it in place and making gore squirt and squelch loudly from beneath the cruel sole. He strolled over shrieking gods, crushing them underfoot like they were insects, like he was the only true god and they were just mortals, jokes, playthings. He was magnificent, even greater than before the last crystal's pulse, even more powerful, more terrifying, as if anything they did against him could only ever make him stronger. The sight fortified Vera's mind even more, and the psychics recoiled with grunts of pain and shock as she grinned widely and forced them out of her mind, using the thought of Killer's glorious body and fearsome strength as a weapon. "No matter how many you are, he'll still turn you all into his bedside rug!" Vera spat, grinning viciously as she slowly sat up, her arms and legs trembling violently and her heart still racing erratically. The massive metallic golem howled in outrage at her words and turned around to charge furiously at her, but even though his steps rattled the ground, the Doberman couldn't help but smirk a little: his eyes were full of terror and she could almost literally see Killer's shape burning inside them, inside the alien's very mind. She jumped up to her feet, grunting in pain but trying to brace for the imminent impact as the enormous beast rose his gigantic, armoured fists, and she snorted in bitter entertainment as she idly thought about what she could even attempt against that metallic juggernaut, who was basically invulnerable.

She studied his moves as the beast grinned and prepared to strike, but then an even larger shadow fell upon her and she grinned as one massive, mutant beast dripping Killer's potent, thick, dark precum and cockslime charged through the shieldbearers, slapping them flying like ragdolls, and grabbed the metallic alien by the shoulders, tackling it down to the ground with a roar. The mutant beast was hideous to watch, his entire body covered by a layer of black, metallic dead skin that had consumed and absorbed clothes and armor plates, turning them into part of its organism. Infectious wounds covered his form where massive, powerful muscles had been hyper-developed by Killer's overwhelming masculine essence, causing the great chords of power to bulge so enormously to rip through the skin. The flesh was visibly rotting, consumed by the thick black cockslime that leaked out of every would and was smeared all over the giant's body, but the goliath beast was more than alive as it yanked on the alien god's arms, bending them backwards at an impossible angle, making the divinity shriek in agony and trash uselessly against the hard crystal, before the enormous monster roared and ripped both limbs off in an explosion of blood, hefting them high into the air and flexing his ungodly, omnipotent muscle as enormous, tube-line veins bulged visibly and pumped black, potent slime into every corner of his body, filling it with terrifying physical power. The remaining horse-aliens fired at the gigantic monster, but it only grinned, ignoring the darts that smashed into his metallic skin and bounced off, or scratched his godlike, incredible musculature without causing more than scratches that only bubbled up with more of the dark, disgusting slime that carried the omnipotent stench of Killer's masculinity. The monster grabbed the agonizing metal god's head in one hand and ripped it off with one idle, easy yank, absently tossing it away like it was unimportant, gritting his hideous, dirty fangs and grabbing the twitching corpse, stomping one heavy foot lined with terrible toe-talons into the base of the spine and then pulling hard up, ripping the alien in half like the corpse was made of paper rather than living, adamantine metal. Vera stared in awe as the goliath beast straightened, lifting the limbless and headless torso of lucid metal high above its head, its hideous, yet glorious body flexing with every breath. The creature spread his arms with a hungry snarl and, with tremendous ease, ripped the torso in half, sending blood and ichors and innards spilling out in a disgusting cascade before the goliath swung the two heavy halves of the corpse down into the horse-like aliens and all the other divinities that were uselessly hacking and stabbing at its mutant body. Massive biceps bulged and throbbed, black veins pulsing and pumping visibly across the juggernaut's form, and the two metallic wrecks slammed down into the crowd with indescribable force, deforming a couple of shields and crushing the gods holding them into the ground, half-burying them through diamond-hard crystal while several horse disciples seemed to simply explode, clouds of crimson liquid and pulp obscuring Vera's vision for a moment while other bodies flew in the air like toys. The Doberman shuddered in front of that display, in a mix of horror and delight, her eyes opening wide as blood splattered all the way over to her, landing on her abs and chest and face... and her nose protested at the stench of rotting flesh, but at the same time sniffed hungrily as this beast gave off Killer's unmistakable, hypervirile scent as well. Even with all the wounds covering and tormenting his form, even with the rotting flesh and the leaking drool and the thick, ropey black cockslime smeared all over it, the beast looked nothing short of godlike, powerful and terrible. The infected wounds crawled with enormous, fat parasites that were devouring his body from the inside, but at the same time rebuilding it, evolving it, mutating it into something greater and superior. And Vera realized with something like awe that the parasites were actually newly born monstrous, gigantic throw-away sperms, carrying Killer's corruptive, life-creating virility. The actual sperms that had come from the dark god were easily twenty, even thirty and more feet long at that point, gigantic predators that scoured the battlefield and invaded helpless, terrified gods like they were nothing but vulnerable wombs. The mutant goliath in front of Vera had been invaded by at least three such giants, and she could see them lodged deep inside his body, their fat heads filling what had once been a normal chest, the muscular, spiked tails grotesquely stuck out of his annihilated ass. The front of the beast's body was torn open and mutated: the ribs, metallic and impossibly, cruelly sharp, looked like the fangs of a terrible, vertical mouth, and they stuck out of massive, powerful masses of hard, naked muscle that flexed and tensed with every breath, closing the hideous jaws... or the monstrous, spiked labia of a giant vagina, Vera couldn't help but think. Because those big jaws had been a huge, immensely pregnant belly until shortly before: feral, terrifying liger-beasts had been born from the mutant behemoth and whenever the ribs stretched open Vera could see the gigantic sperms inside, their tentacles tearing viciously into the alien's innards and organs and consuming them, replacing them with a new batch of rapidly developing feral ligers, without fur but with enormous, almighty musculatures and terrifying talons and fangs. She could see them growing, developing, their muscles swelling, bulging, their chests heaving with furious, hungry vigor, eager to be unleashed upon the world... and with every bit of space inside the mutant's body already occupied by developing spawn, Killer's sperms still needed more, so they reproduced themselves in a hideous demonstration of hypervirility, as new sperms hatched inside the rotting flesh, consuming it and turning it into metallic muscle, every pustule and every wound a receptacle of strength, not weakness. They were laboratories of evolution, and factories of new corruption that could easily multiply, grow, expand, and take over entire worlds.

The goliath towered over her, too great, too strong for her to fathom. She froze in place, shuddering a bit as she saw it clawing at a large psychic shield, yanking it and the god behind it hard forwards before contemptuously smashing it down into the ground, muscles swelling explosively as he crushed the god into a splatter of gore before raking the deformed shield hard to the side, sending it spinning like a deadly blade that decapitated another creature and finally tore deep into the chest of a third. She gasped as the beast stomped towards her, growling, its eyes glowing a cold, murderous, ghastly sapphire that froze her in place, sending shivers down her spine. She took on a ready position, pulling up her sword, but her lips crested in a bitter smirk as she almost laughed of herself. A sword, against that thing...? It definitely wasn't going to help one bit, especially as the beast shrugged off the spears and bullets and darts coming from the gods all around, which now retreated hurriedly, shrieking and exchanging orders in countless different languages that sounded like nothing but noise in her ears. She backstepped as the enormous beast moved rapidly forwards, trying to look away but finding that she couldn't as an heavily armoured divinity charged forwards with a spear glowing with holy light, stabbing it up into the open front of the monstrosity, only for the goliath to grunt in annoyance and snag the god's head in one hand, crumpling the helmet like it was empty and made of paper as it effortlessly hefted him off the ground. The vertical, terrifying jaws of its chest and abdomen opened wide, hungrily, and the guts of the monster spilled out, leaking a thick dark sludge of ichors, sperms, precum and cocksweat. The great, fleshy appendages flexed, showing off their muscular bodies as they jutted with a multitude of thorns and fangs of bone, wrapping rapidly around the dangling, helpless body of the god and crushing it, crumpling it up on itself in a disgusting concert of snapping and crumbling bones and groaning metal. The eyes of the growing feral ligerbeasts inside the "maw" opened wide and looked at the corpse with such ferocious and hateful hunger that Vera recoiled with a gulp, staring as the tentacles dragged the ruined remains of the god inside the hollow monster. The "jaws" closed, but they did not completely hide the butchering happening inside as the young beasts rapidly tore the armor apart, opening it like it was nothing but a tin can and then rapidly devouring every last bit of the alien, sending blood and ichors leaking out of the fissure between the fang-like ribs.

And that was when she realized that the beast was gloriously, righteously male. Killer's almighty virility had truly flooded that alien creature, who had come from who knew where, dreaming of attaining great power... and in a way, he had. Probably more power than he had ever been able to dream of. But none of it was his. It all belonged to Killer, to the true beast, the true monster, the true God.

The mutant's virility was grotesque and glorious, as four thick, enormous, obsidian-fleshed tentacles pushed out of his groin, all ending in fat, massive horse-like flares, with vast cock-maws that leaked dark, corruptive sludge. Beneath them rested a pair of gargantuan, incredible testicles hanging almost to the ground, thrumming with power and bulging out with the moving, terrible outlines of gigantic sperms moving inside. Not the beast's. Killer's. The monster was but a physical manifestation of Killer's astounding, overwhelming virility, and the goliath towering over Vera was just one of many, many others that were rampaging in the midst of the armada of alien gods, and more and more such monstrosities were rising as Killer laughed darkly and lazily stroked his titanic, ungodly shaft, scooping up incredible handfuls of thick, omnipotent black batter that he idly flicked out into and over the crowd of enemies, while titanic blasts of even thicker, heavier precum erupted out of the monumental cock and ripped through the enemy armada like crashing comets, reaching all the way back to smash into the barrier, rattling it violently and making it smolder and sizzle. And where that veritable ocean of omnipotent, omnivirile essence had not yet reached, the beats born out of it spread the corruption just as rapidly, snorting in contempt as they tore through the ranks of gods and raped, and enslaved, and corrupted and destroyed. Vera watched on in a mix of awe and terror as the goliath ahead of her seemed to grin and then spat out a thick, disgusting load of black gunk, hitting a terrified psychic god in the face, making him shriek in terror... before his voice was lost into a sick gargle as enormous, parasitic sperms invaded his throat and brutally pushed inside him, making him fall over with a choked howl as he clawed helplessly at himself while his body began to rapidly decay and rot, turning black and dead... and yet, so alive. So powerful. So superior. Muscles bulged and swelled and thrummed with power, so immense that they ripped through the alien's skin in places, and he threw his head back with a hiss that was in equal measure agony and ecstasy, while his eyes became first white and empty... and then began to glow a cold, ghastly sapphire. Other gods rushed forwards to rescue him, or more probably to try and kill him in that phase of relative vulnerability, but the goliath's tentacle-cocks whip-lashed out into the group and wrapped around bodies and limbs, crushing gods into the ground before invading mouths and holes, leaking corruptive, thick darkness all the while.

And this is what his... the sweat on his cock... the mere sweat... can do...

Vera backstepped rapidly as the goliath glared down at her and reached forwards with one arm, massive and bulging with great, glorious muscles, her eyes closing as she swung her sword up but fully expected to be captured and crushed like a fly... but the huge fist sailed right past her instead, and she opened her eyes in surprise, looking up at the beast and only then feeling a hand clamping on her shoulder as someone shoved against her back and howled: "Stop that thing, bitch! Kill it! Stop it! Do something, traitor! Do-"

The voice abruptly rose into a shriek, but it was immediately silenced with a terrible, sick crunching sound as blood and gore splattered wetly onto her back. Vera swallowed thickly. Then a grin began to spread on her features as she realized that the monster was not going to hurt her. She couldn't help but laugh, nervously at first, then with growing arousal and excitement. The power ahead of her was terrible, fearsome... and so arousing. To be protected by it was almost like... having a bit of it. And even that bit was so vast, so unfathomable that she sighed in true, dark delight, turning around to face the confused, terrified aliens that were scattering away from the scene. Cerberus's trap was proving deadly only for Cerberus's allies... and that filled her with joy. For the first time in years she felt truly alive, truly happy, truly excited. She grinned as the titanic mutant beast stepped over and past her, grunting in delight as the heavy feet of the monster stomped down on either side of her, immense muscles bulging to the right and to the left, making her feel small and vulnerable, sending a shiver down her spine as she ducked under the colossal balls of the goliath, looking up at them, enormous and caked in black filth that stank of Killer's impossible virility, and her thighs quivered as she choked on the thick stench, her nectar rushing down her muscular legs as she grunted and hissed hungrily, instinctively pushing her chest out as thick, dark batter dripped and leaked on her, the dense fluid forming a deep lake in her cleavage.

She looked up in a mix of terror and awe, her breath catching in her throat as huge splatters of tar-thick cockslime landed loudly on her face, incandescent and powerful, filling her nose and her mind with hunger and with adoration, as her thoughts were replaced by an endless chant of "serve! Serve! Serve!". She saw the monster carelessly squeezing into one of the four slimy, gigantic tentacle-cocks, scooping up disgusting and yet glorious black batter and causing rivers of the corruptive essence to blast out with obscene vigor, firing dozens of feet as the goliath cocks twitched and reared up in impatient hunger. She stared at that vast cockmaw as it gaped open, and she couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of the dense rope of black batter that immediately leaked out, before another even larger one exploded forth to wash over a terrified alien creature, almost melting his body right there and then as the mutation instantaneously began. The gigantic beast brushed the agonizing god aside like it was a toy, and when a second alien slammed a halberd in its shin it leaned over and simply squashed it under one metallic fist, while his tentacle-cocks wrapped around a third and hefted him off the ground, snapping him in half and tossing the body parts, dripping with thick corruption, right against the wall of shields ahead, knocking a couple of gods over and sending the others retreating even further, as a multitude of terrified eyes stared at that goliath. So great. So powerful. And yet almost literally just a drop of Killer's sweat.

Vera followed in the steps of the monster, exploiting the mayhem it was causing in the ranks of Cerberus's armada, and when it smashed through a line of psychic shields she immediately charged over them, snarling and kicking one of the heavy translucent shields off the body of a bug-like alien that attempted to stab a long crystal blade into her groin, only to have his arm violently kicked out of the way as she slashed her sword down, chopping his neck. Another god rapidly floated off the ground, straightening and turning towards her, his hands glowing with violet fire that he angrily blasted in her direction, forcing her to leap to the side, grunting as the violet energy exploded in a great blast. She picked up a discarded shield from the ground just in time to protect herself from another beam of malignant force, her fangs gritting and her great biceps bulging and tensing almost painfully as the explosion forced the shield back and sent her skidding away, but then her eyes flashed and the floating god almost froze in place, looking confused for a moment before he slammed his palms against his own face and blasted out two beams of violet flames, consuming his skull, setting his tentacle-like hair on fire and looking like a sort of sinister candle for a moment, before flopping to the ground.

"Kill the traitorous whore!" Someone shouted, and a hurricane of bullets and blasts of focused energy smacked against her shield, forcing her down to one knee as she panted and leaned into the heavy plate of metal and crystal, advancing through the inferno. One of the gods, a sort of bull-like creature with scales and plates of bone instead of fur, rushed against her from the side, and when she tried to dominate his mind just he pushed through her psychic waves, causing pain to explode in her mind as she recoiled with a grunt, but she still found enough strength to slash her sword up to meet his own, energy exploding in bolts from the violent impact as she gritted her teeth and pushed back with all the strength she could muster. "What the hell do you think you are doing, you filthy whore? Get back in the ranks!" The beast angrily spat, and his acid drool landed on her face and chest, making her wince in pain as it burned through her skin. "Look at you, basking in his filth and suddenly thinking you are free. Thinking that you can jump on the other side of the fence! You whore! A sniff of his balls is all it took?"

"I never wanted to be on this side to start with!" Vera snarled back, and the alien god looked actually confused, his eyes opening wide for a brief moment, then narrowing again, with even greater hate as he pulled one hand back from the handle of his huge cleaver sword just to shot a sphere of focused energy right against her face. She winced in shock and ducked as best she could, shivering as the sphere shot just above her shoulder and smacked into the ground, splashing against it like it was made of liquid... and Vera groaned in pain as the force of gravity of the planet seemed to suddenly go crazy, grabbing her by the sides and yanking her down with ferocious force. "You'll better behave, bitch... or I'll rip you apart, regardless of what the idiot might say!" The god hissed, leaning over her as she fell onto her back and skidded painfully over it, dragged towards the small splatter of semi-solid energy even as she flexed her powerful muscles and dug her steel soles into the crystal, grunting as she clawed uselessly at the floor, trying to get up.

Vera looked up into the cold, soulless and otherworldly eyes of the alien as he stabbed his sword towards her chest, and she hissed in a mix of horror and pure exertion as she fought against the terrible, supernatural gravity pull to kick both of her feet up into his chin, knocking him backwards with a gargle, blood spurting out of his jaws. She did her best to get up and follow on that blow before he could recover, but other aliens stomped towards her from all sides and she had to roll onto her side to avoid a massive hammer, her eyes closing for a moment as it struck the cracked the crystal like it was brittle glass... before she reached down for a massive handgun sticking out of a leather holster strapped around her thigh, drawing out the silvery cannon and shooting right into the face of a ugly beast with a large, flattened head with four eyes arranged on a solid edge of bone above a hideous, ridiculously wide mouth. Almost without thinking of it, she blasted explosive rounds into each eye and sent two more smacking right into the terrible mouth, gritting her teeth as dark blue, dense blood spurted out all over her, before she kicked the legs out from under a charging disciple before it could chop her in half with a huge axe and used the momentum to spin around until she could line her gun with the blob of energy on the ground. She fired a couple of rounds right into it and then covered her face and dropped her shoulders onto the smooth crystal as it exploded, the shockwave pushing her away while flames and heat slammed into the aliens closer to the epicenter, sending corpses flying in every direction. "How is that for behaving...?" The Doberman muttered, gritting her fangs and sprinting up to her feet as she sent the almost empty magazine falling out of the gun and with the same smooth movement slapped the butt of the pistol onto one of the spare clips strapped to her top, moving so quickly that it almost looked like the magazine had appeared out of thin air. She roared as gods furiously charged at her, shrugging off the bullets of her cannon even as she turned their eyes into pulp. Their regeneration was fast and almost infallible, and she knew that she wasn't going to make it out of there alive. But even with that terrible awareness, she somehow was happy. Because Killer was going to put things right, she was sure. She now had something she could believe in. "How is this for behaving...?" She again barked, eyes glowing emerald as she sidestepped a stabbing spear and smacked a skull with all the force of her muscular arm, enough to send a god stumbling with a grunt of pain, followed by a gargle as she tore her blade up into his throat. Another alien slapped the handgun out of her grip, however, and clawed into her hips, hefting her high off the ground and refusing to let go even when she kicked hard into his chest, both boots slamming forth with supernatural strength...

"I'm not coming back! I'm free, you hear me? Free!" Vera roared, slamming her sword into the head of the gigantic, hideous bug-like creature, a sort of gigantic scarab with a triple, enormous horn of dark crystal and a thick, metallic exoskeleton. The blade shattered against the imposing, heavy skull, exploding into a multitude of fragments, leaving the god's thick exoskeleton barely scratched, but even that failed to deter her as she shouted: "You lost, assholes! It is only a matter of time... no matter what you do to me, you are going to die! He is going to crush you all out of existence!"

"Shut up, you whore!" The god snarled, and terrible, curved blades shot out of his wrists and tore into her sides, making her grit her teeth in agony as her blood streaked down her legs in rivulets... before the corrupted beast born from Killer's precum turned around and caught the cockroach by the horns, yanking his head hard backwards until it came loose in a slapper of chunky, disgusting blood. The god didn't even get the time to shriek, its headless corpse just trembling hard in place, his arms suddenly getting weak, and Vera slammed both feet into his metallic abs and grabbed his wrists, ripping free with a hiss of pain. She let herself fall back down to the ground, crouching and doing her best to cover up her wounds, but her gaze was fixed upwards, on the goliath "sperm-beast" as it caught the bug god's arms and ripped them off like they were parts of a toy. The Doberman could only stare with wide, amazed eyes up at the beast's grinning face, up at his incredible musculature, at his glorious biceps, at his rotting - no, evolving... - flesh. And to look at its face she had to gaze past the horrific leviathans that were his four tentacle-cocks, monstrously massive and caked in filth and gore and dark cockslime and blood, leaking hypervirile gunk and pure ruin and death, seeming to glare contemptuously down at their prey with their single, vast, hollow "eyes", cockmaws large enough to devour mortals whole. The beastly tentacles stretched out towards her and made her freeze in place in terror for a moment, but they actually whip-lashed out on either side of her, smashing the enemies flying in broken heaps before pinning another four to the ground, impaling them and pumping ungodly amounts of black gunk inside their bodies as they howled in horror.

Vera grinned up at the beast and sprung up to her feet, racing for a heavy but agile bardiche that lay abandoned on the battlefield covered in shields, wrecks, corpses and gunk, but just as her hands closed on the sturdy pole, the goliath let out a roar of rage and pain as a massive blade chopped a couple of tentacle-cocks in half, causing the muscular, strong appendages to hastily retreat, convulsing and bending upon themselves as dark essence spurted thickly out of the ruined ends. Regeneration immediately began to rebuild what had been lost, but a focused blast of golden energy struck the behemoth in the middle of the chest and sent it stumbling backwards with a rumble. Vera had barely enough time to process what was happening, straightening and beginning to turn around to face the newcomer, before a massive, powerful arm wrapped around her and a wonderful, elaborate gauntlet of clear crystal savagely gripped into her throat, two huge fingers pinching her muzzle as well, squeezing viciously upon her jaws as long talons of diamond-like mineral cut into her flesh, making her hiss in pain.

She was hefted clear off the ground and dragged back against a broad, massive chest, and when she swung the bardiche hard backwards a second gauntlet clamped onto the blade and snapped the weapon in two like it was nothing more than a toy. Whatever had sneaked up on her was massive, and powerful. She could feel immense, burning energies radiating into her back, almost cooking her alive, and she could feel the terrible strength in the grip of those armoured hands. She could sense the size and the strength of the unknown entity, and she shivered in fear even as she struggled valiantly, trying to break free. Trying to at least throw her head backwards far enough to look up and see who had ensnared her in such an unbreakable grip... before her eyes opened wide, staring at the sky without really seeing it as her mind registered a known voice but failed to connect it to the great entity behind her. It's impossible... It can't be...

"Vera, Vera, Vera..." Cerberus mockingly whispered, speaking with a tone so patronizing that the Doberman could easily picture his head shaking slightly behind her. "Once again rebellious. Once again trying to break the leash. Don't you remember our... little agreement?"

"I'm thinking of breaking it. And your face. Once and for all." Vera venomously snarled, her muscles bulging as she seized the enormous arms that were crushing her and she hefted her body up, bending her legs to blindly kick back into the behemoth's groin... but he was somehow even larger than she imagined, and her boots smacked into his abs instead, scraping against hard, adamantine armor and making her wince as electricity angrily exploded up her legs and tore through her nervous system, right up to the brain.

"Don't be silly, bitch... it is not a contract you have the possibility to break out of." Cerberus taunted, and she shut her eyes with a growl as she easily imagined his grin, as if he was in front of her rather than behind. She looked at the ground, far below her dangling feet, and she panted quietly, gaping a bit, confused and amazed by his height, by his imposingness as she spotted his toes, clad in wondrous, heavy boots made of elaborate, splendidly chiseled plates of clear crystal, ivory and gold. The design resembled that of Killer's own war boots, with each toe finely protected by overlapping plates, with a metallic talon perfectly covering the claw, but the decorations and the ivory inserts gave them the same look of the ceremonial, luxurious sets of leather armor and expensive clothes that Cerberus wore all the time. The side of his feet was the real shock, however, as well as the length and massive bulk of his legs, muscular and powerful, bulging beneath a protective layer of crystal plates that overlapped in elaborate ways to protect without diminishing his mobility. He was gigantic and mighty, not at all like the Cerberus she knew, who had always been fearsome only because of how he could manipulate others and exploit their own strengths for his own gain. The energies radiating out of him were tremendous. Godlike. Vera struggled to believe to it. Part of her actively denied the uncomfortable evidence, refusing to accept that her blackmailer, her jailer had somehow grown stronger, developed supernatural, fantastic powers. The gigantic male waited for a few brief moments, savoring her shock and confusion, letting her wonder at his new, glorious form, before squeezing harder on her muzzle as she snarled: "Whatever you say and do, asshole, I'm not coming back. You cannot scare me. You cannot blackmail me. Not anymore!"

"Oh, really? And why...?" The tiger softly asked, with a honeyed voice that dripped venom and rage. He forced her head to bend so far backwards that it hurt, but she refused to cry out in pain and instead did her best to glare up into his eyes as he looked straight down into hers. His entire body and even the entirety of his face were covered by thick, splendid armor. All of it was made of crystal, every last piece finely chiseled by true artists, and what looked like ethereal tubes, glowing with golden energy, thrummed regularly beneath, neatly running between a plate and another, pumping their content into him. The beauty of his armor was astounding, and made him shine like the holiest of knights of Heaven, like the most glorious of heroes, but it only made Vera grimace in even greater distaste, because she knew all too well what the true face of Cerberus was like. His eyes glowed brightly from behind small windows of adamantine, transparent crystal, inserted in an elaborate helmet-mask which didn't leave a single inch uncovered. A tall Mohawk literally made of countless long strings of gold shone brilliantly on top of the helmet, extending in a long tail that fell down his back between a series of enormous blades of clear crystal and ivory, which were arranged like wings. His handsome features were half-hidden by the complex mask, which actually gave him a look of stunning, artificial perfection, as well as making his head look much more imposing than it actually was. In fact, the entire armor set was incredibly bulky, making him appear even more behemotic, adding even greater volume to a musculature that was already formidable and godlike, entirely different from the body he had only moments before the battle began. The alien gods all around were staring at him in awe, admiring his powerful form, gazing at the details of his incredible set of armor, studying the way those tube-live "veins" of gold pumped beneath the surface, thrumming with pure power and following the profile of his musculature, making him look even more otherworldly. The aliens gave him ample berth, out of a mix of evident curiosity, shock and awe. Fear, even, because Cerberus suddenly radiated enough strength to make the stars pale and flicker like weak candles.

"Is it because you saw him...?" Cerberus idly enquired, tilting his head in the direction of Killer's glorious, titanic form, and Vera couldn't help but look up at the liger, basking in the light and the terrifying force he radiated, literally able to feel his heat upon her skin while her nostrils hungrily flared, sniffing in his almighty scent. "Yes, of course it is because of him... He is glorious, isn't he...?" Cerberus added, and the tone of his voice was sincere. There was awe in it, and disbelief... and above everything else, envy. Vera looked invertedly up at him and saw, though the transparent crystal mask, the reverent fear on his features as he looked up at Killer, to titanic and muscular and powerful to make him puny in comparison. Tiny and helpless, unable to do a thing, even now that he had evolved, grown, ascended to godhood.

"What a titan... the God above the gods." Cerberus whispered, and his voice trembled before he swallowed thickly, feeling the crushing weight of Killer's presence, watching with wide open eyes over the great mountains of muscle of the dark god's back and choking on the stench of a true monster, a beast that was a superior male to him in every way. Even from miles away, he could feel the supernatural heat of those godlike, monstrous, impossible balls that thrummed with power, swinging ponderously above a sea of terrified gods who were like insignificant ants once in the shadow of Killer's toes. Those planets of overwhelming masculinity, dripping thick, black gunk of pure virility that corrupted gods into thralls, radiated such supremacy, such heat that Cerberus shuddered, feeling pearls of sweat rolling down his cheeks. "I know what you feel, Vera... he makes me tremble like a child. He is a monster unlike anything the universe ever saw before." He pulled one hand off her body and held it up ahead of her face, letting her see how violently his limb trembled, a little cry escaping his lips as they both stared at the ligerbeast towering over them all, miles upon miles of glorious muscle, of monstrous, godlike power that Cerberus had only ever been able to dream of, his eyes bulging in terror as Killer stepped forwards, crushing an entire group of divinities into nothing but pulp and laughing of the ease of it as he carelessly reached down to leisurely streak his goliath cock, just behind the fat, colossal head , pumping out an ungodly release of dark, omnivirile black batter filled with sperms so huge and aggressive to send gods running away in panic.

Vera licked her lips, grinding her thighs together with a groan as her hot nectar streaked down her muscular legs, and she teased: "At least you are not blind, deaf and anosmatic... You can still surrender, boy. Crawl to him, lick up his cockslime from the ground and beg for forgiveness. He might even let you take a lick!" Cerberus snarled at that, but it was a strangled, short-lived sound, and even as he grabbed violently at her side, making her wince as he squeezed on her wounds, he felt shaken, confused, lost in daydreams. The Doberman smirked at that, her eyes flashing as she added: "Oh, but you dream of that, don't you...? You little faggot, you spend your nights jerking off thinking of him... thinking of his gigantic, glorious, monstrous cock, dwarfing yours until you feel like a cunt... I bet you wish for a sniff of his mega-balls! I'm dripping and leaking, yet I could bet you are even wetter than me!"

Cerberus almost whimpered at that, unable to counter her taunts as Killer's body flexed, veins standing gloriously out across the titan's body, his muscles thrumming and flexing and bulging so powerfully they snapped several of the thick straps of his black armor, even though it was literally made out of the energies of a divinity. He visibly grew once more, and Cerberus recoiled, retreating a couple of steps, gritting his teeth in a mix of terror and awe as he shivered and shook his head, trying to clear his brain as Vera's words echoed in it, loud and clear. Even miles away from the colossal dark god was making him weak at the knees, his head reeling, filled with horrendous, terrifying images in which he was utterly crushed by the liger's supremacy, his armor cracked, his body broken, his country drowned under incandescent, omnivirile piss, his army turned into nothing but bloody lube smeared down the length of Killer's titanic cock... and he whimpered as his armor filled with warm liquid as he saw himself reduced to slave, with a dirty rag loincloth as only comfort, curled up on the floor in the shadow of a monstrous, massive, flaccid godcock, his whole life spent licking up thick, dark precum from the floor, looking up at his invincible master, even as he completely ignored him. Killer's presence was crushing and was making him sick... and the awareness only made him shiver harder, his eyes shutting as Vera laughed and he recoiled, betrayed by his own mind and body. Nothing was safe. Killer's power was truly limitless... and that was terrifying. And at the same time, exciting. Part of Cerberus couldn't help but fantasize of Killer winning, triumphing, destroying. He couldn't even imagine what such a titan could accomplish if he actually tried: everything he could think of, seemed almost insultingly easy when pitted against Killer's obscene omnipotence.

Imagine having all that power! Imagine being able to conquer, destroy, corrupt everything. To poison worlds, souls, minds. To invade dreams and nightmares, to turn them into reality. Nobody could fight back against such power.

He felt like surrendering was the only option. He wanted to surrender.

At least, a part of him did. But even though it took him tremendous effort, Cerberus resisted and angrily crushed Vera in his hands, snarling as he savagely bent her spine, clawing into her skull until a loud cry of agony escaped her lips. He leaned down and snarled: "Yes, he is invincible... and yet, his reign will be short. He will fall before he is even finished ascending. Don't bank your hopes on the wrong horse, bitch... because as spectacular as he looks, he is just a lame horse. He'll never be a true champion."

"Oh, really...?" Vera growled back, a sarcastic grin on her features. "How does your little dream work? You are just a miserable cootie in comparison to him. What are you going to do, give him itches?"

"You and he are similar: both of you are idiots." Cerberus venomously hissed, pushing the cold crystal fangs of his mask directly against her cheek as he coldly remarked: "Yes, we are all cooties to him. But what do you think, that I will challenge him to an honorable one on one...? A duel, like our dumb traditions require? Ah! Honor is an invention of the strong, to ensure they will always remain strong! Why should I challenge him if I already know he is going to squish me?" Cerberus shook his head and snorted in contempt at the idea, before grinning viciously as he teasingly asked: "Did no one tell you fairy tales, little Vera...? Poor orphans like you do not get bedside stories...? Don't you know that cunning beats muscles?"

"Fuck you, cunt. You have a very high opinion of yourself, but you are nowhere near smart enough to work around his strength. It's way too great to run circles around it." Vera countered, her eyes glinting as she grinned with vicious pleasure, adding: "And you know it... don't you, little fag?"

Cerberus growled in fury at that, balling his hand into a fist and smashing it up into her abs, making her cough up blood as she curled up on herself, trying to shut the agony out of her mind as his gauntleted hand gripped into her very flesh, tearing through skin and muscle like she was only made of putty, while the crystal gauntlet unleashed violent discharges of electricity that rampaged through her system. "I don't need to run around it, bitch... his flawless, infinite power will be MY power when I'm done with him. You see, he is strong, but he is just a child. An ignorant, cowardly child. What he lacks is knowledge! Believe me when I say that I know his power far better than he does. I know his powers from before he even realized he possessed them!"

"Then you must have made yourself impotent by helplessly jerking off day and night to the thought of his strength over all these years." Vera taunted, gritting her fangs in a grin even through the pain. Cerberus slapped her hard, but she forced herself to laugh in his face and he trembled in fury, raising his hand again... but then dropping it idly back instead, snorting as he growled: "His power has filled my dreams and my nightmares for decades. I knew this day would come. I prepared for it. And now, whatever your slutty mind prefers to believe, I'm ready to take his power away and make it mine. And I won't fail because, in truth, he is proving that he does not deserve this power. He is only wasting it! In his ignorance, he has only ever used a tiny fraction of his true might. He is nothing but a coward, scared of his own power, too concerned by the fate of the insects around him to realize that they are just products of a dynasty of lesser, weaker beings that should not even dare calling themselves gods in his presence. He doesn't dare flexing because all those weak creations would crumble and return to be dust... he's got no guts to do it. But I have! I have those guts and more!" Cerberus cackled, admiring Killer's glorious body in the distance as the titan picked up a handful of alien gods and ground them against the side of his gigantic black shaft, crushing them into crimson gore than bubbled and boiled as it mixed with the incandescent, almighty black cockslime covering his omnipotent member. "I will be everything he is, and more... so much more!" He grinned widely and forced Vera to gaze up at him as he flexed his great musculature and the golden "veins" inside his armor pumped harder, bulging with the sheer flood of energy running through them. "I won't need you then, Vera... but might still be useful for a while, and if you please me, I might even decide to keep you around."

"How generous of you." Vera muttered, before spitting in his face. Her saliva dissolved into vapor long before it could get close to the crystal mask covering his face, but she only snarled in defiance and struggled violently against his impossibly strong grip, uselessly clawing at his armoured wrists.

"You grew up to become such a good-looking whore that I might still be generous to you, bitch, but don't try my patience." Cerberus venomously hissed. "Fight for me. Fight against your hero. Show me your loyalty, and you'll be a goddess in my new, better, eternal universe!"

"I'd much rather be his one-night whore than your forever goddess." Vera spat, and Cerberus gritted his fangs in fury, hitting her again, and again, and again, striking her face with terrifying ferocity, causing her blood to explode all over his face as he ruined her beauty, as he turned her features in a mask of blood. She screamed in pain and helpless rage, and he only hit her harder, before looking up with a grunt as something leapt onto his legs, snarling and roaring, clawing and maiming and crushing... and he looked down with a growl of annoyance, grimacing at the sight of newborn liger beasts, made of naked, metallic muscle and terrible fangs and talons. They climbed up his legs, moving with amazing speed and stomping into him hard enough to make him stumble back one step as they angrily slammed their talons against the thick plates of crystal, biting at the joints, yanking on the thick, overlapping elements of his boots, trying to rip them open.

"Pathetic..." Cerberus contemptibly commented, before easily flexing and sending lightning bolts of raw energy exploding out of his armor and into their bodies, causing them all to yell and shriek in agony as they spasmed hard and lost their grip, falling down to the ground and convulsing upon the crystal, leaking black, virile gunk all over the diamond-like surface. Cerberus lifted one heavy foot and stomped over them, then did the same with the other boot, laughing darkly as he crushed the creatures into bloody pulp like he was stepping on grapes, and Vera looked down at them with a grimace of distaste and regret, somehow feeling some kind of affection even for those hideous monstrosities. Even they, after all, spoke of Killer, of his presence and power. Of the hopes he represented, for her and for billions of others.

There was a loud, terrible roar and then something shot through the air at incredible speed, flying towards Cerberus's face, but the crystal-clad god only snorted and a massive, burning-bright spear of gold and crystal appeared in midair and easily slapped the corpse away, before spinning once to float near the tiger, ready to strike again and glowing with a faint violet aura. Vera looked up as blood rained down on her, and then she turned around to see that the sperm-beast from earlier had torn apart the gods facing it and was now slapping the last few disciples out of his way, crushing one spear-armed, horse-like alien under a foot that was mutating further, turning into a sort of elongated hoof-talon, heavy and terrible.

She smiled as the huge mutant beast charged forwards, covered in wounds but only ever looking stronger as Killer's omnipotent, corruptive black essence leaked out of the damaged areas and generated new sinews, new tissue, new muscle that was harder than steel, and new tumors and pustules crammed full of the same potent substance. He was hideous, endless, powerful evolution and he was charging in to rescue her, his tentacle-cocks reaching hungrily through the air to wrap around one of Cerberus's legs, yanking him had forwards. All four of the enormous appendages were more than just regenerated: they had evolved and grown larger, jutting with cruel barbs of steel-hard bone and with bumps and a segmented ridge that made them deadly weapons.

The beast's vertical mouth opened wide, showing that it had grown new and larger "fangs" of bone, even though the thick muscle of the "lips" bubbled as countless new sperms were born inside it, looking like savage, fat parasites eating the undead creature from the inside. A number of the gods that had dared facing it were already following in his steps, swarming with the very same gigantic parasites and mutating in front of their eyes, but Cerberus only snarled in contempt while his spear spun in the air of its own accord and slammed into the monster's chest, knocking it back as the "jaws" snapped closed on nothing but thin air. Vera had enough time to notice that a new, improved and enlarged batch of feral ligers was already growing inside the hollow body, and a shiver of terrified awe once more ran down her spine. How could anyone compete with Killer if that monstrosity could be born out of literally one of his throw-away, rejected sperms...?

The massive beast lashed out with brutal force, but Cerberus easily sidestepped, snorting in contempt and grinning as his spear easily stabbed into the beast's chest, clanging loudly against one exposed, adamantine rib and then cutting through a ugly, fleshy growth sticking out of a wound, causing it to burst apart, unleashing a splatter of thick black batter that landed on one of the plates of the tiger's armor, making it smolder for a moment before it gave a single, powerful pulse of energy and burned the aggressive sperms out of existence. The tentacles of the mutant monster yanked hard backwards and upwards on Cerberus's leg, causing him to stagger backwards with a growl, but the spear spun rapidly downwards and stuck the tangle of fleshy appendages, cutting into them... but, to Cerberus's shock, failing to sever them as the solid ridges of bone grated against the crystal blade. The monster grinned savagely and grabbed Cerberus's other arm, bending it painfully away from the body until his hand spasmed and lost strength, allowing Vera to kick free and land in a crouch on the ground, wincing in pain as she reached up to touch her broken jaw, before thinking better of it. She immediately turned around to watch as the beast grappled with Cerberus, hefting him off the ground, but the tiger only gritted his fangs and pushed the palm of one gauntleted hand right into the beast's muzzle, blasting it with a terrible discharge of golden energy, consuming flesh and bone in an infernal hurricane of flames. The monster howled in a mix of agony and fury and surprise, blindly swinging out its gigantic fists and missing as the tiger easily ducked to one side, then to the other, before slamming his own punch right into the half-melted head, grinning as the damaged skull loudly shattered. "Think about it, Vera! Look at the monstrosities he has unleashed, and ask yourself who is the monster that you should fight!"

"Don't call my friend "monster". He looks a lot better than you." Vera taunted, pushing up to her feet and looking for a good weapon in the piles of discarded, wrecked hardware on the ground, grinning as the sperm-beast reared up in all its immensity and its tentacle-cocks yanked Cerberus high into the air before dangling him upside-down from one ankle, allowing the monster to slam one, two, four brutal, ferocious punches into the tiger's body. Fluids flew from the impacts as the beast roared, and Vera grinned widely, thinking that she was finally going to see the end of her tormentor... before realizing that the dense fluids were black and came from the monster's shattered talon-fingers, the roar turning into a groan of pain while Cerberus only crossed his arms and smirked. "Too bad, Vera. Once more you have chosen to trust the loser." The massive spear of crystal and gold slowly tilted down, aiming its long blade at the mutant monster, and it glowed with supernatural flames of gold before blasting forth a gigantic vortex of the same hellish fire, enveloping the massive beast and rapidly melting its entire form into a thick black sludge that leaked to the ground and hardened into nothing but obsidian. The tentacles wrapped around Cerberus's ankle were rapidly incinerated as well, leaving Cerberus floating upside down in midair, grinning coldly down at her. Vera gaped in shock at that display of power, her hands clenching into fists with such force that her claws drew blood from her own palms, a shiver of mixed rage and despair running down her spine as the god easily spun back in the upright position, seeming to sit comfortably in an invisible throne.

"Accept the truth, Vera... nobody, no hero and no monster, will ever come to rescue you. And nobody is going to stop me. My Reign is coming, and it will conquer everything: you will better develop a taste for serving me, because that's what you will be doing for eternity."

"You've only taken down a drop of his sweat, don't get too excited." Vera muttered, retreating slowly as he floated forwards with a smirk of entertainment that filled her with nothing but fury. "And even if your wild dreams became reality... even if you were to become God... I will never follow your orders again. I've seen enough. I've done more than enough. No more. Never again."

"You say so, but you know you have no choice. In the end you will bend, like you did in the past. You are an uppity little thing... but crushing you back into servitude is what I like the most about working with you." Cerberus said, extending a hand towards her and grinning viciously as he made a squeezing gesture, and Vera's eyes widened as she felt a terrible force clamping down on her, causing her ribs to crack loudly and choking her as her feet left the ground, electricity tearing through her body, making her muscles spasm out of control, her heart racing so frantically that it seemed to pound right into her ribs. She arched her back, struggling against her invisible but solid bounds as she was lifted towards him, her eyes flashing furiously but every attempt to break into his mind brutally repealed by his mask glowing with supernatural energies as he snickered darkly. "You should know, by now, that your life is mine to dispose of. This little rebellion won't go any better than those which came before it."

"Hurt me all you like, you coward... I won't come back. Not this time." Vera hissed, glaring at him with distaste, but Cerberus only smiled, tilting his head to the side as he replied: "Oh, I know... you are stubborn and indomitable. But what about her...? Can you watch your little sister suffer...? Can you watch her be raped by my entire army, until that cute, dumb, hopeful smile leaves her little face forever? Can you bear the thought of her sinking into the depths of Hell?"

Vera's lip trembled at that, and she felt all her strength vanish away for a moment as shivers of cold horror ran down her spine. She snarled in fury at hearing him insulting her little sister, her mind filling with images of her and of her quiet smile, so soft and naïve and beautiful. She had a smile for everyone, and in the rare occasions when Cerberus allowed the two sisters to spend some time together, little Nadia beamed with such joy and admiration for her big sis that Vera couldn't even bear the thought of disappointing her in any way... or, more accurately, she couldn't bear the thought of failing her any more than she already had. She had not been able to protect her, to keep her safe and to help her learn about the world around her. Tania was deaf and mute, and that made her vulnerable, especially because Cerberus had closed her in a cell and given her no instruction at all. Vera had done her best to at least develop a way to communicate with her little sister, but their meetings were too short and too rare to achieve much. Tania, however, had never lost her smile, and Vera was going to go through Hell to preserve that smile.

"See...? It is almost too easy to bring you back in line. That's the problem with you naïve, mawkish people: you have huge weak spots that are so easy to prod." Cerberus taunted, grinning coldly down at the Doberman, who growled in powerless rage, trying to find a way to counter him, to at least shut him up... And finally she barked: "Killer conquered both Heaven and Hell. She will be safe in either!"

"Ah! Because he is a reassuring hero, isn't he, huh...? Not a dark destroyer, not a monster able to corrupt Heaven into a black tumor with just the sweat of his balls... sure, she'll be real safe strutting around that fine ass anywhere in Killer's hunting grounds...! It's not like he is the reason why you are orphans in the first place!" Cerberus cackled, shaking his head in dark entertainment, before grinning sharkishly as he added: "And even if you really were ready to see her dying, which I know you aren't... we control the Reapers! Her soul would never reach Heaven or Hell unless we willed it. We can torment her forever in the middle of the Reapers' limbo!"

Cerberus snapped his fingers, and a terrifying swarm of grim reapers appeared out of thin air, the ghastly figures spinning on themselves as they came into being, their skulls all grinning down at her with vicious amusement. Their skeletal bodies were hidden covered by flowing, torn and worn robes, with hoods that cast shadow upon empty sockets in which burned dark blue flames. Small bells hang from thick rope wrapped around their thin waists, and they all shouldered massive, terrible scythes with oversized, segmented blades that would not only cut through a life, but hook into souls to drag them out of dead bodies. More and more of them came into sight, an endless swarm that sent shivers of pure fear down Vera's strong body as a multitude of Reapers slowly raised large and elaborate hourglasses, showing her how the sand inside them rapidly ran out. The others held on to lanterns of bone that projected terrible, ghastly and yet incredibly intense beams of light that could tear through the darkest night, illuminate a target and freeze it into powerless submission.

Even the alien gods looked up in terror at the reapers, shivering visibly as they retreated out of the way, giving the terrible harbingers of death a wide berth, before a far larger torn cloak unfurled loudly in midair, creating a sound of thunder as the sky seemed to rip in half, splitting open to let a gigantic, glorious scythe swing slowly upwards, its segmented blade marked by ancient runes glowing with crimson light. Vera felt all air, all warmth and all energies sucked violently out of her as the gigantic blade glowed and seemed to audibly, melancholically sigh. Her eyes were drawn up to the frame that supported the blade, which was made by a multitude of skeletons, of all shapes and dimensions, messily merged together so that countless dead eyes burned with ghastly light and just as many skeletal jaws grinned down at her. Requiem Aeternam was the solid, physical manifestation of death, of the power to end what existed and send it back to the realm of raw, disassociated energy, ready to be given new form and purpose. It was the weapon that could rend any soul from its body, and the sacrilegious blade which had been forced to reap the life of its creator, Azura, goddess of Death. It was said that the blade itself regretted what it had been forced to do, and that its soul-rending sighs were due to that sorrow, and to the powerless rage coming from being yielded by Azura's traitor and murderer, Thanathos.

The mighty god of Death shouldered the great scythe, floating above the ground and casting its terrifying shadow upon the entire battlefield as he stood as large as Killer and even more. His ragged cloak and hood kept his head and features hidden from sight, so that the burning pits of crimson light of his eyes seemed to be floating in an abyss of pure darkness, but for the first time ever his body was in full, glorious display, muscular and enormous, powerful and full of vigor, entirely clad in a colossal set of armor made of crystal plates just as elaborate and spectacular as those employed to create Cerberus's own. Six short, blade-like wings of crystal floated in the air behind him, without being directly connected to the rest of his body, and he also carried a massive halo-like blade of crystal upon his back, framing his immense figure. A second, unholy and terrible halo floated just above his cloaked head, and a multitude of hourglasses and lanterns floated around him in a constellation, while long, dusty scrolls of parchment hang from his thick double-belt. Those scrolls had once told him the names of those who were mature for their passage from a form of existence to the next, but Thanathos had long ceased to care for anything they had to tell him.

Sudden, unnatural darkness fell upon the desert as death stirred and pointed a bony claw at Killer, who turned around to fearlessly face it, with Alexis at his side, just as determined and glorious.

"The time has come." Thanathos coldly announced, and Killer only looked back at him with a grimace of distaste, readying Wyvern for the clash as he looked over the endless horde of Reapers.

"A traitor never changes, huh...? You betrayed Azura, and you betrayed Elelyon. You never lost control of the Reapers... you just decided to play according to your own rules."

"The time had come for it." Thanathos easily replied, tapping his terrible talon against one of the hourglasses, where crimson sand was almost running out. "A new Era is about to start, and it will be mine to command."

"Ours." Cerberus corrected, even though Thanathos visibly flinched in annoyance at the reminder. The tiger spread his arms wide and winked down at Vera as large, pumping "veins" of golden light extended out of the back of his armor and that of Thanathos, connecting into the floor of clear crystal.

The ethereal tubes greedily sunk through the floor and immediately began to pump harder and faster, thrumming with pure, terrible power as they exacted the raw energy that the crystal had stolen from Killer and Alexis. Vera stared in horror as the armor of the tiger and that of the god of death began to glow with burning, spectacular light as they filled up with power, supercharged with Killer's force, while Cerberus laughed darkly and spread his arms wide, flexing and growing, first by feet, then exponentially as energy flooded every last vein of his body.

"Yes... A God at last! Thanks to your stupidity, my ascension begins!" Cerberus cackled, thrusting one palm forwards and blasting forth a massive shockwave of pure force which caused reality to ripple and almost tear apart, a tremendous crackle echoing across the desert as it struck Killer in the chest, smashing him backwards with a grunt of agony. "You had the greatest power ever seen in the universe at your complete disposal, but without knowledge you are just like children lost in the darkness... so excited of killing ants... and yet so scared of real monsters!" The tiger exclaimed, grinning widely as he threw his head backwards and focused on taking even more of that incredible, godlike energy into his body, the golden veins pumping as he aimed his other hand at Alexis and slowly crushed, squeezing her in a deadly psychic grip.

Killer and Alexis pushed back with their tremendous physical strength, the huge male digging his talons into the ground and flexing, using the vast flat side of Wyvern to batter the tempest of ungodly force away from him, and Alexis's eyes glowed with ferocious power as she leaned forwards, thrusting both hands up against the flow of psychic energy until she broke it apart with a roar.

Thanathos immediately floated forwards, and Requiem Aeternam clanged loudly into the ground before rising in a deadly upwards swing that forced Alexis to backstep, the blade hissing mere inches away from her legs before slamming into Wyvern, sending bolts of black, malignant force exploding in every direction. The god of Death leaned forwards into the swing, muscles bulging explosively under the great plates of crystal, and ethereal veins of gold pumped, absorbing energy out of the immense block of crystal beneath, boosting his strength so much that Killer was helplessly shoved backwards, his arms trembling as he gritted his fangs and pushed back with all of his strength. Alexis slammed Blue Vixen into the immense scythe, pushing downwards as hard as she could and pulling the trigger as soon as the huge barrel was in line with Thanathos's face, but the long burst of gigantic bullets smacked uselessly against what was probably a fully enclosed crystal mask, only causing the great monstrosity to laugh darkly, as the floating lanterns around him all turned their sinister beams of light against the two lovers. Killer hissed in agony as his flesh immediately sizzled and smoldered, the beams cutting through him like lasers, and he grunted in shock as he felt his body becoming lethargic and stiff, his muscles no longer responding properly to his command. He slammed Wyvern hard against Requiem, knocking the scythe back for a brief moment and exploiting that brief chance to recoil away from the god of death, but the rays of light followed, keeping him in the spotlight. His eyes glazed over and he felt dizzy, almost stumbling back into the wall of violet energy delimitating the battleground, before Alexis aimed Blue Vixen at the lanterns and blasted four into bits in rapid succession, giving him enough relief to flex and deploy his tentacles, which whip-lashed viciously through the air to strike against the other deadly lights.

"Harvest time has come!" Cerberus cheerfully shouted in the meanwhile, grabbing his great crystal spear and aiming it against the liger, laughing as a hurricane of hellish flames exploded from the blade and crashed into Killer, washing over him with terrifying force. "Nothing you do now can change a thing! Harvest time has come!" Cerberus cackled, hosing the liger down in dark fire and grinning viciously as Killer howled in pain and rage... before grunting in shock as two massive, ridged tentacles shot out of the inferno and wrapped several times around the body of the spear, yanking it hard to the side.

Killer and Alexis charged forwards in the opening even as Thanathos immediately swung Requiem in the way: Wyvern and the scythe collided with enough force to blast countless lesser gods off their feet like they were plastic toys, ripples traveling through the barrier as the two gods wrestled for supremacy. Alexis, in the same time, ducked under Requiem and sprung up past Thanathos, leaping up with a roar and slamming both of her boots into the base of the god of death's back, knocking him forwards with a grunt of pain, while she carried on higher into the air in front of a shocked Cerberus, somersaulting and slamming first one foot, then the other down on his skull, knocking him down to one knee.

Killer grinned as Thanathos stumbled forwards, and he tilted Wyvern sideways, allowing the scythe to slide along the massive blade until the monster's chest was wide open: the liger lashed out with his massive, gauntleted fist, energy burning around his fingers and exploding in a massive golden blast on impact, sending Death staggering backwards in a cloud of smoke and motes of energy. The crystal armor of the god was barely scratched, however, and Requiem immediately slashed violently upwards to meet Wyvern as Killer advanced, while Alexis grabbed Cerberus's spear and yanked it out of his hands, spinning it rapidly and smacking the butt of the long pole right under his chin, knocking him back with a grunt of pain and surprise. "I said I would stuff your ass full of crystal, and I will do exactly that!" Alexis snarled, pointing the tip of the spear against him and stabbing forwards... but when the long blade touched his chest it exploded in a massive blast, pelting her with glowing fragments of the diamond-like mineral, sending her staggering backwards with a groan while he quickly retreated a couple of steps and held his hand out while his spear recomposed itself anew. Blue Vixen swung up with such ferocity that it caught him in the groin and abs long before he could bring his spear to bear, however, and he was hefted off the ground and sent crashing back-first into the violet barrier, his eyes opening wide in shock even though his armor was barely scratched. Alexis's fist slammed into his face before he could even think of a countermove, and he howled in pain as his skull hammered back into the barrier, but the goddess pulled back with a groan of agony of her own as blood exploded out of her maimed fingers, his adamantine mask repealing even her monstrous strength.

Vera looked up in awe at that clash of titans, and she grunted in surprise when the energy that had kept her imprisoned and floating far above the ground simply dissolved. She fell down to earth but easily caught herself in a crouch, hurriedly running out of the way as one of Alexis's glorious boots stomped down nearby... and she had enough time to gape at the sight of the planets helplessly orbiting around her stiletto heel, and the golden warships-turned-into-jewels that had once been Ire's pride. She couldn't tear her eyes away from that statement of omnipotence even as she ran away, clutching at her bleeding sides and hissing in pain whenever the ground beneath her feet rattled violently and knocked her flying with the force of the titans' movements.

And then the floor of crystal thrummed again, with awful hunger, and Killer and Alexis winced in pain at the terrible feeling of being drained, their movements becoming sluggish as an immense, titanic force dragged downwards on their very souls, their eyes opening wide in a mix of shock and fury as the ethereal veins pumping up into Thanathos and Cerberus swelled visibly and flexed, vibrating violently as they pumped up floods of new power into both gods. "You cannot win, because your strength will now be our strength!" Cerberus cackled, flexing monstrous, godlike muscles that swelled larger and larger by the second as he effortlessly pushed away from the violet barrier, stomping forwards and stabbing his spear against Alexis, forcing her to retreat with a grunt... but her movements were so slowed down, so burdened that the blade still found its way into her abs, making her hiss in agony as blood burst out of her and electricity tore through her system. Thanathos laughed darkly as Killer's arms spasmed and lost strength, and he viciously slammed Wyvern out of the way before punting the liger hard backwards with the head of Requiem, before slashing his hideous claw-hand of bone down through the liger's chest, tearing through the solid black armor like it was made only of smoke. The god of death floated forwards with a grin so malignantly gleeful that it could be easily imagined even thought the darkness hiding his features, and he pulled up his heavy scythe, preparing to reap the two lovers, while Cerberus urged: "Attack them! Now that they are weakened! Drain them! Seal them! Seal them, you bunch of useless idiots! Seal them if you want your part of their power!"

Emboldened, the alien gods all around Killer and Alexis focused their energies into sealing spells and sent immense, incandescent chains arching up into the air like serpents, before they whip-lashed hard into the two ligers, making their flesh sizzle on contact and cutting into them, leaving behind scars in the clear shape of the chain links. Hundreds upon hundreds of chains snapped apart and exploded into motes of energy as soon as they attempted to clamp down on the massive power of the two lovers, but hundreds more kept coming in, again and again and again, until several chains began to take hold and resist.

Thousands of Reapers swarmed forwards in a sinister flock of death and swung their scythes into the bodies of the two titans, beginning to drain energy out of them, adding to the effect of the crystal and inflicting thousands of wounds all over their bodies, from the head to the toes.

Killer gritted his fangs with a cry of pain as countless scythes tore through his flesh, spreading an ungodly, supernatural coldness deep inside his form, freezing his very soul and beginning to detach it from his body. He could feel the energies flowing out of him at an insane, terrifying rate, making him feel sleepy and helpless as his muscles refused to respond and his mind clouded, his thoughts becoming slow and erratic. He felt thousands of chains snapping into him, stinging and burning into his flesh, and he instinctively flexed back against them as they began to wrap around him, snapping them into pieces with little to no effort... but they kept coming, and as more and more energy left his body, they began to clamp down on him with far greater strength.

Through the haze of agony and the terrifying coldness that was freezing him from the inside, he saw Requiem Aeternam falling towards his chest, the countless dead eyes on it glaring accusingly at him... and for a moment he thought there was nothing he could do against them.

Out of instinct more than for a conscious thought, he reached up and caught the great blade with his hand, clamping on the cold metal with all the strength he had left, even as countless reapers immediately swarmed over his extended arm and viciously sunk their scythes into it, glowing with ghastly light as they drained his strength away...

Vera looked up in horror as immense tangles of supernatural chains began to wrap all over the liger's arms, dragging it down, and she howled in denial, picking up a halberd from the ground and charging against the nearest alien god, hacking him in half before he had the time to react. A second divinity, busy yanking on a tangle of chains wrapped around one of Killer's fingers, looked to the sight with a grunt of surprise and shock, staring at her in something like disbelief and hurriedly letting go of the chains to contrast her, but the Doberman lunged forwards with a yell and impaled him on her weapon, hefting him off the ground and smashing his corpse back again the other gods all around. Her eyes again rose skywards as she spun around on the spot, hacking her heavy blade into the ranks of the aliens as she felt tears running down her cheeks as she chanted to herself in denial: "No, no, no!"

"Keep draining!" Cerberus ordered, gritting his fangs as he stabbed his spear against Alexis only for the goddess to seize the long pole and wrestle it back with indomitable force, even as she was drained and sealed without mercy, even as hundreds of alien gods and Reapers worked together to drain her. "Seal her, I said! Seal her abilities away!"

Killer and Alexis instinctively stepped one towards the other, their sides touching, their bodies flexing against each other, taking comfort and strength from each other and squishing a number of Reapers in the middle, crushing them into pulp like they were nothing but insects, and they traded a brief gaze, their eyes glowing with matching, splendid sapphire fire as raw, terrifying energy exploded out of their forms and zapped the Reapers holding on to them, making them writhe and trash in silent yet evident agony. Killer flexed, his enormous muscles bulging explosively, and his height increased even further as the last great Seal flickered into sight, stretched out across his broad, masculine chest. An enormous amount of energy exploded out of him in a solid, violent pulse that rammed down into the crystal floor hard enough to send cracks spreading through it, and Thanathos winced in awe as Requiem was slowly but surely pushed back by a monstrous, incredible strength that only ever grew greater and greater.

"Seal them, you useless morons!" Thanathos barked, while more and more of his Reapers swarmed over Killer and hooked their scythes into his flesh, their blades wrapped in ghastly white flames as they drained his force away, but there seemed to always be more, more, and even more as the liger gritted his fangs and stomped forwards, pushing Requiem upwards with a snarl and swinging Wyvern up into Death's groin, striking hard enough to send the massive god soaring higher into the air, a groan of pain escaping his dark hood even as the adamantine crystal armor was barely scratched.

"In time with the crystal!" Cerberus reminded, just as the diamond-like floor glowed once more and audibly sucked, producing an awful, terrifying gargle as it devoured an immense amount of energy, causing the glow of Killer's body to flicker and almost die away for a moment... before it exploded into being even brighter than before as the liger snarled and swung his heavy sword against Thanathos, who retreated with a wince of shock even as he met the assault with quick, powerful movements of his scythe.

Countless chains tensed and clanged loudly as Killer yanked on them, and hundreds simply exploded in a hailstorm of metallic fragments that pelted the crowd of divinities and monsters around him, but hundreds more arched up in midair and wrapped tightly around his arms, then his neck, dragging him backwards and making him snarl in pain and frustration. He kept advancing, snarling like a feral beast, dragging countless gods behind him like they were nothing but gnats, even as Reapers covered almost every inch of his massive musculature, hacking away at his flesh, bathing him in his own blood as it streaked out of thousands of wounds. Wyvern moved with terrible, deadly grace and with fearsome strength, slamming into Requiem again and again, forcing Thanathos back towards the violet wall of the barrier, but when Killer managed to force the scythe out of place and leaned forwards to attack the opening, a new swarm of Reapers charged at his arm. Bells tolled their funereal song as they approached, and the note they struck was terrible enough to send a ripple through reality, nearly ripping it apart all the way from them to Killer. The liger grunted in pain as the terrible vibration struck him, pain exploding into his entire body and making him feel like the bones were trying to break out through his skin... before he realized that it was actually even worse, and his very spirit was the one that was being peeled away, dragged violently away. It froze him in place as his vision went entirely dark and all his senses were overwhelmed and zeroed by that echoing lament and tormenting vibration. He blindly lashed out against the Reapers, savagely slapping dozens of them out of the sky and finally clenching his fist over a bunch of them, squeezing with all his strength and taking relief from the sick cacophony of their bones crumbling into nothing but dust.

Thanathos effortlessly avoided his punch, however, and leaned forwards with a cackle, smacking his shoulder into the liger and knocking him hard backwards before stabbing his hand-claw into his side, ripping deep and tearing loose a large chunk of bloody muscle and flesh before Killer had a chance to blindly retreat, guided by nothing but instinct. Again the crystal floor thrummed, making him snarl as his legs trembled and bent painfully, a terrible force pressing down on his shoulders to force him down to his knees, and the horde of gods around him immediately aimed for the large wound, shooting a multitude of burning chains directly into the bleeding, torn muscle, hooking into it, tearing into his insides, viciously yanking on the edges of the wound to spread it wider, to prevent it from regenerating.

Alexis saw the glowing chains and immediately reached over to seize the whole tangle in one hand, snarling as she pumped raw, terrifying force into them until they glowed bright white and melted away in a rain of incandescent liquid metal that tore deep wells in the crystal and burned its way through the flesh and bones of the gods beneath. She yanked hard on the melting chains, dragging the gods that had created them high up into the air and swinging them hard against Cerberus, striking him in full face with a mass of shrieking, writhing creatures tormented by nightmares and pure pain as her rage ripped its way inside their minds with devastating effect. The ascended tiger barely noticed the violent impact, his adamantine armor easily resisting while countless alien gods burst apart like overripe fruits, their blood and gore spattering all over his features. He lunged forwards with his great spear and unleashed an inferno of flames against her, forcing Alexis to backstep and pull up one arm, forming a large shield of energy to protect herself, wincing as the terrible fire washed violently past the edges. She leaned into the raging storm, ramming her shoulder into the shield and charging forwards, swinging Blue Vixen up against him, but a whole armada of Reapers flew against her, invading the inside of her shield and cutting their scythes through it, draining it out of the existence. The flames exploded through the weakened defence and smashed into her, making her roar in pain... but to Cerberus's shock, she rammed through the inferno, muscles flexing and bulging with power as she swung Blue Vixen hard into his side, knocking the spear out wide and managing to bite deep into the crystal armor, causing one heavy plate to glow brilliantly, then flicker erratically as the golden veins behind pulsed even faster, pumping more and more energy to contrast her brutal, raw strength... and Cerberus gasped in shock before gargling as she rammed her shoulder into him and sent him flying backwards like a ragdoll. He crashed back into the violet barrier, staring at her in amazement as she charged rapidly forwards, clearly aiming for the multitude of alien gods that sat in a circle at the very edge of the battlefield, focusing their energies and pumping them into the supernatural wall. She brutally smacked one into pulp under her fist, then kicked another with such force that his body simply exploded in a ugly burst of crimson, causing all others in the circle to shudder in terror, but Cerberus pushed forwards before she could destroy a third, his arms swinging up in a rising gesture that sent a tidal wave of dark fire exploding against her from the ground.

"No matter how many tricks you conjure, we will still tear your sorry ass apart!" Alexis snarled, covering her face with one powerful arm and pushing through the fire before rapidly sidestepping a stab of his spear, her body twisting elegantly this way and that to avoid a barrage of dark daggers that Cerberus created and hurled using dark magic, and even as the crystal floor thrummed once more, she advanced towards the next god in the line of the barrier-makers. Cerberus stood in her path, his spear hissing through the air as it lunged against her again and again, always meeting Blue Vixen in violent, terrible clashes, and the tiger could only bark: "Insist! Seal them! Nobody can survive such punishment!"

Killer and Alexis were painfully aware of that truth, and both attempted to get past Cerberus and Thanathos to get to the gods that held the barrier in place. They had to break out of it, and with the help of the Disciples and Praetorians they could easily turn the battle in their favor... but the more enemies they killed, the more emerged to challenge them. Whenever he could, Killer clawed at his own body to crush and maim dozens of Reapers, to rip them off his body like they were leeches... and in a way, that was exactly what they were. He focused his energies, turning them into ethereal, supernatural fire that exploded out of his body, burning the ragged cloaks and cooking the bones into brittle, blackened husks, but the Reapers kept coming, and their scythes tore deep, long wounds all over his body, draining blood and energies out of him... and even blackened and charred, they were unrelenting, driving their blades deeper and deeper even as he flexed and used his tremendous strength to crush and deform their scythes, to push them back out of the wounds as his adamantine fibers tensed and worked together against them.

Alexis was just as tormented, the swarming Reapers covering her body even as electricity and psychic force tore through them with enough ferocity to crack their bones and break the skulls apart, incinerating cloaks and deforming scythes. The merciless collectors of souls held on to their targets even as their skeletal bodies literally fell apart, even as the empress reached up and seized them in handfuls, ripping them away from her bloodied body and crushing them into nothing but dust, throwing the remains away with nothing but contempt.

Dripping blood all over, wounded and exhausted, tangled in an ever growing number of incandescent chains, Killer and Alexis fought side to side and back to back, trampling alien divinities underfoot like grapes, exterminating Reapers by the dozens and battering back both Cerberus and Thanathos.

Thanathos was by far the most competent fighter, and that made him the most dangerous, but Cerberus was so supercharged with stolen energies - _their_energies! - that he could smash them backwards with easy, crude, ferocious slashes and explosions of pure force.

Cerberus's long, agile spear was a constant nuisance, as it had a formidable reach and it could channel impossible, ungodly amounts of power into hellish beams of fire that not even Killer and Alexis could bear. It burned through their armors and charred their flesh, and when it stabbed viciously forwards it forced Killer in one direction and Alexis in the other. The two lovers traded a quick gaze as Cerberus stomped forwards with a roar, swinging the long weapon against the huge male liger, and Alexis quickly sidestepped Thanathos's own attack to slip behind the king of Alfaya and claw into the long, thick ethereal tubes that pumped energy into his armor. She swung Blue Vixen through them, but it was like trying to cut water: it immediately went back to its original state, only rewarding her with an explosion of electricity that sent her staggering backwards with a hiss of agony. She still clawed into them with her free hand, however, yanking on them, but uselessly, and trying to re-absorb the immense flood of energy pumping through them. Even that proved impossible, however, as the flow immediately ceased, and the great veins twisted in midair, out of the reach of her fingers, before beginning to pump again.

"You think I'm stupid?" Cerberus cackled, turning around with a vicious grin of delight as he unleashed an infernal wall of fire against her. "You think I didn't foresee all of your possible moves? You think I didn't prepare? You fools! Knowledge is what you always lacked! I'm always ten steps ahead of you, always!"

Thanathos grunted at that, as if annoyed by his ally's words, and he leaned forwards with a wide swing of Requiem Aeternam while his countless hourglasses all spun on their sides and stopped, causing Time itself to abruptly slow down around Killer and Alexis. The great scythe found the two lovers almost completely motionless, and it tore into Killer's side, yanking him off the ground and tossing him sideways... before the liger roared and smashed free of his prison, causing many of the hourglasses to explode into small clouds of sand as the recoil struck them. The floor thrummed hungrily, and countless gods did their best to yank back on the chains tangled all around him, but the liger's eyes burned with a ferocity that was impossible to describe and his hand clamped on Requiem with enough force to make the eternal blade groan in pain. He unceremoniously yanked the blade out of his torn side and threw it sideways with enough violence that the bony fingers of the god of death simply exploded into pieces and the heavy weapon spun wildly through the air, smashing on the floor of crystal a great distance away, crushing alien divinities under its colossal, otherworldly mass. The wound in Killer's side healed instantaneously, regenerating in front of Thanathos's amazed eyes, and the liger stabbed Wyvern hard forwards, roaring as the gigantic sword smashed into the front of the armor of the god of death... and tore through. There was a loud crack as several overlapping plates of crystal snapped like biscuits, and energy blasted out in a thunderous storm of wild golden bolts while Thanathos recoiled with a howl of pain and shock. The chains wrapped around Killer glowed brilliantly for a second and then seemed to simply vanish, burned into vapor as the one Great Seal left upon his power simply disintegrated, tossing burning fragments of ethereal, godly metal tearing into Thanathos and Cerberus like shrapnel from a grenade. Under their eyes, Killer doubled in size in one instant, his shoulders pressing against the violet wall of the barrier and deforming it, pushing it outwards, cracking it as the golden, incandescent spikes pushing out of his back tore through it and menaced to shred it like it was made of rags. One enormous, glorious fist struck Thanathos in the face, loudly shattering something and creaking the very skull of the god, who collapsed backwards with a cry of agony, staring in awe up at the gigantic, superior male, who only flexed and grew even further, straining the confines of the barrier and blasting an entire army of reapers into nothing but white dust. Electricity crackled out of him and tore with vicious force across the ranks of alien gods, forcing thousands upon their hands and knees as they howled in agony and vomited blood. Killer's eyes burned sapphire, filled with a power that had no equals and that was just a hint, a shadow of the true might that was only beginning to stir. Energy exploded out of the liger in a series of ferocious, terrible pulses that dented the crystal floor, forming a deep crater, then pounding it deeper, and deeper, and deeper, enormous canyons and cracks splitting open in the great, diamond-like floor as entire sections of it were crumbled into gravel and dust, each pulse of raw force striking with unstoppable violence, erasing reapers and gods from existence like they were mere stains on the white sheet of creation. Thousands of gods simply ceased to exist, vaporized in one instant, and when Killer flexed again an even greater number was crushed into oblivion by an even greater blast of force.

"You wanted my energy...? Come and drink of it!" Killer taunted, slowly flexing fingers that were truly, mercilessly omnipotent now, and countless planets flashed into being around his wrists and digits: the orphaned reigns of the gods he had erased. He turned towards Cerberus, and the weight of his gaze alone knocked the god back across the battlefield, crushing him into the violet barrier, strangling him in a terrifying, unbreakable grip. "Did you expect this too, bitch...?"

Thanathos stirred, extending his hand towards Requiem, and the scythe floated off the ground and flew towards him, but Killer only snorted in contempt and without needing to lift a finger crushed the weapon back into the ground, pinning it in place while the god of Death was knocked back to crash heavily into Cerberus. "Did you two expect this too...?" Killer again teased, grinning in dark entertainment as he slowly flexed and wondered at the incredible extent of his power as energy flooded his veins in tidal waves that only seemed to grow greater and greater as soon as he dared experimenting, as he embraced some more of his terrifying strength. The world fell into thick, terrifying darkness as the monstrous energy radiating from Killer's glorious body eclipsed the sun and made it almost invisible, forgotten in a distant corner of space. Even though that unnatural, pitch-black darkness, Killer could be seen perfectly, the world trembling violently, seeming to shatter into crumbles as His feet settled on the ground, enormous and powerful, his toes sinking deep into the crystal like it was nothing but wet sand, and magma surged up through the cracks in the ground as He grinned and flexed, ever so slightly. He was glorious and terrible, indescribable in his dark might as the brutal force exploding out of him hammered the crystal block and cracked it in smaller and smaller fragments, crushing it down, forming a large crater... and yet even that immensity was just an image of something impossibly enormous; a mere projection of someone whose cock alone dwarfed the whole universe into insignificance. Cerberus could only stare in awe at the puny cluster of galaxies and worlds which helplessly orbited in complete, unforgiving darkness, no more than floating glitter lost in the shadow of Killer's immense black cock. The great god shamelessly flaunted his obscene superiority over them all, his gigantic cock forcing them into submission as it loomed above the tiny little cluster of galaxies, the piddling mass of star-stuff and space-dust that trembled and shrieked in time with the mighty, hungry throbs of Killer's monumental black shaft, before the goliath cock flexed and blasted out another immense load of dark, thick precum. Fortunately for the helpless mortals, the colossal wad arched high above the enslaved galaxies: had it struck, it alone would have been enough to drown them completely, to erase them from existence. Killer continued to reveal more of his unfathomable might, grinning coldly as he flexed his omnipotent muscles, needing to do nothing more than look down at the puny divinities while their worlds appeared in front of him, entire galaxies that had once been a hundred million light years away now instantly in front of him if he so wished. The gods massed around him could only scream and shiver in panic before their bodies were warped and twisted, then yanked down to join the bloody slurry still boiling over his crimson-stained shaft, poured into his jaws, and their tiny and insignificant forms slammed into his body, crushed against his immense muscle, drowned in the raw power emanating off him and reduced to nothing more than vapor. He laughed loudly, then grinned viciously as he flexed his other hand, and in that small movement, stars exploded into being, only to supernova immediately afterwards from the raw force of his fingers. Nuclear furnaces went up in bright flares of hellfire... but even the most massive star clusters gave blasts that were nothing but pitiful candles in comparison to the raw size of the beyond-god. Whole solar systems were torn off of their orbits and dragged towards his spectacular body, only to be crushed into nothingness before they could even touch those immense muscles, as the energy radiating from the ever growing body of the ultra-god was way too devastating for anything to survive. It snuffed the stars off like weak candles, and blew the planets away like they were nothing but dust to start with. Countless gods cried, shrieked, begged, prayed, raged, envied... and it didn't matter one bit, as all their efforts still added up to a mere zero in front of Killer's perfect ten, the above-infinity of his power, and all of it was still just the beginning. "Did you prepare yourself for this, microbe...?" Killer mockingly asked, looking down at Cerberus and Thanathos as they both seemed to shrink quickly in front of him... and Cerberus coughed up a thick gout of blood before somehow forcing a grin on his face, albeit a trembling one, as he replied: "I did."