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Time for me to share with you another chapter, another step of the way towards the great finale of this long journey. There is some pretty sick and monstrous stuff in here, such as abortion by tentacles, death by cock, parasites, torture... but if you've been along for the ride for a while, you know what to expect. At least in part. I hope you enjoy this new chapter, this new charge into darkness. Enjoy the read, and as always feel very much encouraged to share your thoughts, comments, impressions. Your support is precious.

Darkness draws nearer as the last great secret of the universe is unveiled. Energy flows through the Well of Eternity, according to Natural Law. The Sisters of Fate spin the threads of Life and wait for a future that, for the first time ever, they can't foresee. Because a great, endless power has grown and is growing on a distant, suffering planet... and monsters are crowding around that terrible might, eager to drink from it.

Chapter 94 -** Feeding on destruction **

Mriya snorted, making a grimace as she clenched her powerful fist, causing the air to tremble as if in fear, before terrifying lightning bolts crackled out of her and tore the sky in half on their way down to earth, many miles beneath. The electricity radiating out of her flexing, mighty body spread through the dark sky and illuminated most of the continent in a divine and terrible way, flooding it with icy sapphire light... which was so intense that it made it almost impossible to spot the multitude of balls of dirty orange fire that lit up across the sky as the lightning bolts tore through aircraft after aircraft. Enormous bolts of sapphire energy crackled between an aircraft and another, jumping from wing to wing and incinerating the RA fighter jets, destroying them in a gloomy rumble of explosions. "Weak. Frail. Useless..." Mriya coldly hissed, looking down in distaste at the multitude of burning pieces of broken, electrified metal. She didn't even need to flick a finger to deal with something that pitiful, and she could just enjoy the sight of the metallic wreckage rapidly melting, dissolving into nothing but droplets and vapor. In the space of an instant, an entire squadron of jets had simply ceased to exist, and as the goddess stirred eagerly after teleporting, two immense columns of energy tearing the sky apart as they raced down towards two RA warships, striking their tall masts and instantaneously melting those great towers of steel into nothing but incandescent sludge, tearing through the heavily armed destroyers all the way to the keel. The two warships broke in half like twigs, flames enveloping the whole of their glowing, melting superstructures as the crews were vaporized without even realizing what had happened.

Mriya hissed in a mix of pleasure and disappointment: pleasure at the absolute power she had over the RA fleet assembled beneath; disappointment because she had been left behind to crush those insignificant dust mites while her mother, Ira and Vesta were heading for the Center of the Universe, towards challenges infinitely more rewarding and interesting than dealing with a bunch of microbes. She snorted again, frustrated at being left back home, where she was going to be safe, while her mother and "sisters" fought to bring daddy back home. She knew they had left her behind because there was no telling what might lurk at the center of the universe, and how the Sisters of Fate might react to the request they had to make, or to their very presence in the Cloister. It was by far the most ambitious and dangerous enterprise of their lives and the risks were immense... she understood it all, but it only made her even more frustrated. She was young, sure, but she was strong and just as eager to prove herself as her parents were. Dad had always been extremely protective, but mom usually was an ally in crime... mom had allowed Mriya to sneak out of the royal palace to take on underground fighting, for example. But this time, mom had said no... and when Alexis said no, it was no. Killer could be convinced to change his mind, especially if mom played along, but mom's word was definitive. Mriya understood the reasons, but she was frustrated nonetheless. Stuck here with these pipsqueaks... She flexed her mighty musculature, growling in distaste at the sight of the huge fleet of warships that surrounded what was left of the island-state Lunis. The pride of the RA, the biggest and most powerful fleet ever assembled on Earth, only made her grimace in distaste as the energy radiating out of her hulking, godlike form tore through another group of fighter jets and dissolved them into dark smoke. "You are just a bunch of useless, worthless, crappy little vermin!" Mriya roared, snarling in distaste in front of their helplessness as another lightning bolt of her overwhelming energy struck a large landing ship, loaded with tanks and unmanned combat walkers, simply disintegrating it in a cloud of molten metal and vaporized blood. "Fucking' entertain me, you bugs!" She angrily ordered, throwing her arms out and arching her back to push forth her prodigious chest, with the huge breasts barely contained by the multitude of heavy leather-and-steel chains of her top, which she used to wear in the underground tournaments in which she used her rivals as punching-balls, pounding them until they were more dead than alive... many had not survived, but she had had to learn how to pull back her punches. She had to make an effort to spare their lives purely because otherwise nobody would have ever accepted to fight her. She had been the invincible queen of the cage back then... and although that had felt disappointingly easy, it was still nothing compared to what dealing with the RA fleet felt like at that point. Her strength had grown far too much for the fleet to mean anything at all. Another two large destroyers, all fifteen thousand tons of them, melted like snow when her excess vigor struck them in a thunderous explosion that caused the crimson waters beneath to ripple and crash into the other vessels in the form of huge, angry waves. And yet she was doing nothing. She had just teleported in the sky above them, miles above their masts, and already the fleet was falling apart. They hadn't even seen her yet, and already they were dying and vanishing. Her mere presence was too much for them to bear, and she laughed bitterly as she leaned back lazily, crossing her arms behind her head... and as her biceps flexed and bulged, her energy crackled out of her in a blast that smashed down with such violence to tear the sea in half for a moment, digging a canyon between the waves that reached all the way down to the seabed, leaving an immense scar in the crust of the planet and crushing another dozen of ships into unrecognizable wreckage at the bottom of the crater. That armada of warships was nothing but an insult to her power. Too easy. Mundane. They were nothing but toys, yet they dared defy her father's will. She was going to punish them for refusing to bow down to her Father. She was going to erase them like the ugly stains they were, like nothing but mistakes on the canvas of Existence. She grinned predatorily down at them and wiggled her toes, exposed by her open boot, laughing as that mocking little movement was enough to send ripples through space, causing a destroyer to drift violently sideways until it crashed into the flank of a cruiser, with enough violence that the two hulls became tangled and took on a dangerous tilt to the side.

Even the Judge, the monstrous creation of the RA's most brilliant engineers, looked pathetic to her glowing sapphire eyes, even as the titanic super-battleship pummeled the island of Lunis with her colossal rail guns, demolishing the tall cliffs and turning the great city into nothing but dust.

"Pathetic and slow." Elaine remarked, looking down at the colossal warship with a snort of contempt, cracking her neck idly and rolling her massive, powerful shoulders. Her muscles bulged with power and pushed hard against the tight confines of her form-fitting leather outfit, which spectacularly evidenced every curve of her body. Energy crackled around her with the same intensity as around Mriya, but the dragoness was more controlled, licking her lips slowly as she idly pointed a finger at the fleet beneath... and unleashed a fearsome, focused blast of raw, electric energy which smacked into the sea like a meteor, causing the water to boil and vaporize in a great cloud, before she laughed aimed that ray of destruction further ahead, making it creep forwards slowly, hitting first one great cruiser, burning it into nothing but ashes in the wind, then curving to the side to tear through a whole line of docked-dock landing ships lined up in front of Lunis, hissing in pleasure as she effortlessly obliterated them all, laughing as the broken wrecks burst into fire like moths flying into bright flames at night, before the frigates that were supposed to protect the great amphibious vessels were sucked towards the infernal electric storm, literally hefted out of the water like toys and dragged to their merciless end, into an inferno of heat that consumed them entirely, erasing them so completely that it was like they had never existed at all. A dozen frigates vanished in one instant, and she smirked as she cut sideways, cutting a cruiser in two and dissolving it in a puff of smoke, before growling hungrily and teasingly drawing a circle around the Judge, mocking it and disintegrating its close escorts, before she teasingly blew on the tip of her claw, like it was a smoking pistol. "Enough, sis... enough. We could dissolve them all, but where would the fun be in that...? I want to get physical."

"Agree with that." Mriya easily replied, turning around to look at the desperate country that they had come to save from destruction. The port of Lunis was gone, swallowed by the corrupt, poisoned ocean which had also pushed deep inland through the only valley, flooding much of the metropolis and leaving the damaged, crumbled skyscrapers looking like bamboo sticking out of an ugly, dirty pond. The vast craters dug by the Judge's shells literally glowed with the heat released by the hypersonic impacts, and the whole island trembled violently under the bombardment, sending ripples in the waters all around, for miles in every direction. Unmanned Combat Walkers crawled on the cratered, lunar wasteland, vomiting torrents of fire and steel on the small portholes and openings in the dark stone from which little groups of defenders still tried to hold the invasion back. Several of the UCWs were armed with titanic flamethrower plants that unleashed hurricanes of fire into every crevice and crack. Mriya looked down at those mechanical monstrosities with nothing but contempt... but whenever she thought of the mortals hiding in bunkers and tunnels underground, covered in bulky, uncomfortable rubber sealed suites to protect against gas and chemicals, constantly retreating away from the fire breathed into their refuges, she could still understand how terrible they were. She had been a mortal, or at least demi-mortal until not long before and could still sympathize with the fears and vulnerabilities connected to that weakness, even though it now felt like an alien concept, so very distant and removed from her.

"Let's begin with the robots." Mriya lazily said, and she let herself fall down from the sky, followed right away by Elaine, who eagerly reached up for the monstrous auto-shotgun she carried on her back, a titanic weapon which fired grenades and armor-piercing rounds bigger than coke cans, fed from huge drums of ammunition. It was a weapon originally made for her father when he was still a mortal... or at least, partially so. Few mortals could budget the monstrous weapon and fewer still could pick it up, while the no one outside Killer's family had ever been able to fire it. The recoil was simply too powerful for anybody else. The weapon had lost relevance with Killer's powers expanding and growing so much, but Elaine insisted on carrying those heavy monsters into battle. "I like shooting." Was her simple answer whenever she was asked why she bothered with something she did not need.

As they fell through the sky, they were able to perceive the electromagnetic waves crashing into them as hundreds of radars picked them up, and the fleet beneath finally began to react. "Took them long enough..." Elaine snorted, grinning mockingly as she saw the first group of cruisers and destroyers vanishing behind thick clouds of smoke as dozens upon dozens of missiles raced skywards, leaving behind columns of white smoke which slowly drifted away... and even though those missiles moved at four or more times the speed of sound, Mriya and Elaine could track every last one with their eyes, smirking at how pitifully slow they appeared. To her unmatched senses, mach 4 was close to "motionless", and she huffed in contempt at how pathetic their prey was. She was tempted to eradicate the whole fleet with a glare, but she restrained herself, knowing that Siegfried had turned the few satellites and electronic warfare aircraft that still remained onto the Lunis area. His idea was to suck up all sorts of electronic signals and communications, which would allow them to detect and contrast every kind of radar system in RA use. What they hoped, ultimately, was to pick up some message, some emergency signal or distress call that would give away the position of the remaining RA bases on the planet. Where had the Judge been built, along with all those other ships...? The yard had to be immense, yet there was not a single place in the world which fit the bill. They were literally down to two options: either the ships hadn't been built on earth at all, or the RA had somehow managed to build its factories somewhere deep under the sea, where no satellite or spy plane could ever hope to find them. Siegfried had explained his plan in detail, but Elaine and Mriya had little interest for his technological wizardry and had taken away just what they really, really needed to know: they had to take it slow. Impress, terrorize, awe their enemy... but keep some of the RA assets intact long enough to hopefully get them to call on their higher commands for help. Elaine had thought it sensible and had not imagine she'd have such difficulties holding back enough to keep the RA fleet afloat at least for a few minutes. Her power was intoxicating and she literally hadn't even begun to flex her muscles yet. She was eager to do just that, but already she could feel not just the ships melting and falling apart, but the whole planet trembling violently. It clearly couldn't hope to survive a flex from her... and so she snorted in distaste for those weak gnats and carefully, slowly turned her hand upside down, and the missiles climbing up from one of the cruisers helplessly repeated the movement, spinning tip-down and crashing back down through the ship, cancelling it in a succession of explosions which tore her hull completely apart.

"Fucking pipsqueaks..." Mriya coldly muttered, her eyes glowing as she effortlessly caught the hundreds of missiles soaring towards them and ground them to a complete, absurd stop in midair, their rocket engines roaring uselessly as they failed to gain a single inch of altitude, until the fuel ran out and she allowed the puny weapons to rain back down to earth, triggering hundreds of automated, close-in weapon systems aboard the warships, so that the sky filled with streaks of tracer rounds and hurricanes of thousands upon thousands of bullets which tore apart many of the missiles. The larger artillery pieces began to thunder away, chucking shell after shell against the two goddesses, but there was nothing that mortal weaponry could achieve against their terrifying power. Elaine laughed as the shells crashed into her, her arms spread wide as she threw her head back and ignored the impacts that couldn't even budge her, before snatching one in midair like it was nothing but a fly. She gazed at the heavy, massive shell with something like pity, then hurled it violently back against a frigate which was veering towards the coast of Lunis, firing shell after shell against them. The force of her throw was such that the heavy piece of metal slammed into the bow of the warship, tore through the metal plates and shot all the way across the vessel, tearing out of its stern and finally exploding into the water behind her, causing the helicopter to break its restraint and fall off the flight deck. The frigate drifted, rapidly losing speed because of the terrible damage caused by the spinning mass of steel and by the explosion ripping off her propellers, and the dragoness tilted her head sideways with a patronizing smile before licking her lips as she effortlessly hefted the frigate out of the water, not even needing to flick a finger. Her hull groaned helplessly as she was lifted high into the air, and then the ship began to shrink, meters becoming inches, then millimeters, as blood burst out of every crevice as the crew inside was not shrunken down together with her. They were crushed into nothing but liquid as the frigate shrunk down to the size of a little trinket and flew docilely into Elaine's palm. "I've always wanted some, ever since Alexis got her own."

Mriya grinned sharkishly at that, looking on as Elaine effortlessly turned the bloodied steel into solid gold before easily hanging the conquered frigate to the slider of the slipper that went down the front of her leather vest. "Let's spare a few ships. I want my collection too... and Vesta and Ira said to bring back some for their boots."

"How many do you want...?" Elaine easily asked, grinning as she gazed towards a whole squadron of frigates arrayed behind a destroyer proudly displaying the big, colorful flag of the admiral leading the group. The ships were racing full speed ahead towards the island, veering sideways to form a screen between the two goddesses and the Judge, but the dragoness smirked as they began to shrink down in unison, becoming grotesque mini-me variants of the other ships spread out over the hostile, crimson sea, before blood burst out of every crevice as they were crushed down to the size of bathtub toys, then even smaller, flying into the goddess' hand as she laughed and observed the literal flood of blood that rushed out of the trinkets and flooded her palm, leaking down through her fingers. The blood of three thousand mortals, maybe more... crushed like grapes. "Oh, fuck... it's too easy." Elaine breathed, smirking as she cupped her hand and brought that crimson juice up to her mouth, savoring it on her long, powerful, forked tongue. She sloshed it in her mouth for a moment, then made a grimace of contempt and spat the crimson fluid out, growling: "They taste weak. Like the crap they are made of."

Mriya growled in agreement, looking down as the rocky, volcanic ground of Lunis rushed against her at phenomenal speed while the Unmanned Combat Walkers of the RA looked upwards and opened fire against them. Too little, too late. Thousands of armor-piercing darts, each able to disintegrate a battle tank, crashed into her abs and chest as one of the enormous robots took aim with its double Vulcan gun, vomiting fire against her... until she easily landed on its head, her boot crunching its armoured "skull", which protected an array of cameras and optical sensors which worked as super-eyes. Her muscular legs flexed, quads bulging gloriously as she ever so slightly pushed downwards, and she immediately tore through the heavily armoured chest of the unmanned monstrosity.

She cut through the whole machine like a knife through butter, and when her boots touched the ground, the two broken, deformed halves of the UCW crashed down on either side of her.

Enormous bullets pummeled her from every direction as the rest of the assault team angrily turned around to engage the intruder, but Mriya only slowly straightened and turned around, smirking at the impotent machines as she strolled towards the nearest, swaying her hips with natural, incredible grace as she put her hands on the hips and sauntered in the middle of an inferno of steel and fire. Two UCWs, which had been smoking Lunis's defenders out of the bunkers until a moment earlier, turned around and hefted up their titanic flamethrowers to unleash a literal inferno of toxic fire, feeding flames that seemed to want to reach the sky. Mriya walked fearlessly through it, her eyes blazing with such intensity that their sapphire light outshone the flames, and she spread her arms with a grin, effortlessly bending the fire to her will, sending it spiraling around her body in a mighty hurricane before making an idle shoving gesture which sent a spear of flame stabbing into the gigantic robot, blowing a hole in its chest and then rapidly consuming it whole, melting the metal like it was butter.

She walked through the wreck just as it literally dripped down to the ground in a puddle, and the droplets of incandescent metal curved their path to avoid her, repelled by an invisible but fearsome force. The devastated ground beneath her, cratered and covered in rubble and sharp fragments of volcanic stone, shifted and smoothed out in her path, the rocks crumbling and the craters filling up for her, just so her boots could leave deep, glowing prints in the surface of the earth, causing the whole island to tremble violently. The other huge RA robot turned around as she approached and it swung down its massive arm, trying to squish the much smaller female, but Mriya idly extended one finger and effortlessly stopped the great lump of steel, before gazing to the side. It was all it took to smash the gigantic war machine aside like a toy, sending it crashing into the sea with enough violence that it bounced hard up, again and again and again, like a flat stone well thrown, until it smashed into a frigate that obstinately continued to uselessly fire its guns at her. The ship drifted sideways with the violence of the impact, her keel bending as the over two hundred tons of robot tore deep through the hull and caused the radar mast to collapse, before the ship capsized and rapidly went down. Mriya snorted in contempt and moved towards another group of UCWs which were advancing on a large cliff of dark stone in which she could spot some well-concealed slits and openings from which the Lunis defenders were firing guns and shoulder-launched missiles. Four enormous UCWs formed a base of fire, showering the slits in hurricanes of bullets that ground the very rock into sand, while another robot, armed with a titanic flamethrower, closed the distance to flood the hidden bunkers and tunnels with chemical fire. The goddess sprinted towards the platoon of assault machines, a grin spreading on her lips as they turned around and opened fire against her, their bullets crumpling uselessly against her spectacular musculature as she cocked back her hand and slowly balled it into a fist, before lashing it out against the first UCW in line, hitting its "knee" and tearing its leg right off, causing the great machine to stumble backwards. She had already sidestepped and wrapped her arms around the other leg, however, and before the machine could react she hefted it clear off the ground and began to spun on the spot with a roar, muscles bulging as she smashed it against the flamethrower robot, with such force that pieces of wreckage flew in every direction as the target was sawed in half roughly at waist level. Mriya took aim at a distant warship and finally threw what was left of her metallic toy, watching as it flew through the air for literally miles, before smashing down onto the top deck of an amphibious assault vessel, bowling over a whole line of other UCWs and crushing three of the tilt-rotor aircraft that were embarking them for another assault wave. The explosions rocked the vessel and covered its flat deck in flames and smoke, and the goddess laughed before flexing her muscles, pure power crackling violently around her and smashing down on the remaining UCWs, burning out their electronic brains and sending them down on their knees, heads bowing to their new mistress as she effortlessly hefted the great amphibious vessel into the air. Fifty thousand tons of steel slowly floated out of the water as she slowly licked her lips, before the vessel began to shrink rapidly, becoming invisible as it sized down to a golden trinket. Mriya idly picked it up, reduced to a jewel hanging from a short golden chain, and she turned around to slam her foot down on the head of one of the kneeling robots, bending forwards with a smirk to hang the little decoration to her sturdy leather-and-steel boots.

"I just had a better idea, sis..." Elaine playfully remarked, grinning widely as she walked over with no less than forty UCWs floating powerlessly in her psychic grip, like planets orbiting around the burning power of a star. Mriya looked up with idle curiosity, and the dragoness whispered: "Watch this..."

The enormous robots became still as their joints turned into solid gold, and their thick armor followed the same fate as they turned into glowing jewels, before half rings of gold grew on top of their heads and under the sole of their vast feet. Mriya smirked, understanding what the idea was all about and watching as the robots helplessly lined up, head to feet, forming orderly rows and then joining together at the rings, becoming golden chains. "Waste not, want not." Elaine teasingly commented, shrinking the chains down to an appropriate size and hanging them all around the collar of her boots.

"Good idea... but don't you go thinking that you can outdo me. I'm Alexis's daughter... psychic power is my realm." Mriya easily commented, her eyes glowing with tremendous power as she looked over the flooded valley at the center of the island of Lunis, spotting the assault teams of UCWs moving over ruins and wreckage and hefting them all into the sky, dozens upon dozens upon dozens, until hundreds of machines were spinning wildly in the air above her, powerless prisoners of the fearsome force that rippled out of her, washing over the entire planet and beyond, tearing through the cold infinity of space. "Give me more, you worthless maggots! More!" She roared, turning around to face the fleet out at sea and slowly flexing her arms, making her great biceps bulge majestically as ship after ship after ship was lifted out of the waves and sent floating absurdly in the dark sky, as entire squadrons of mighty destroyers and enormous cruisers became nothing but toys at the mercy of the laziest of her thoughts. The great amphibious ships and the even bigger aircraft carriers didn't fare any better and were hefted up just as easily, forced to spin slowly around for her, before even the colossal Judge, the miles-long monstrosity of steel that was battleship and aircraft carrier at once, floated helplessly up, her vast hull groaning audibly under its own weight and then creaking as Mriya smirked and gave the great ship a little squeeze, shivering in delight at the utterly limitless power she held over the whole fleet.

"Don't put too many dents in the Judge. She'll make for a great little jewel." Elaine easily remarked, crossing her mighty arms and smirking as the sturdy leather of her vest loudly groaned, stretched out by her bulging muscles. Mriya laughed softly at that, then grinned predatorily as she growled: "I want more, miserable losers... why didn't you build more?"

The top decks of the great amphibious assault vessels suddenly dented and bulged outwards as something was dragged up from their capacious holds, until the armoured flight decks burst apart and a multitude of UCWs, not yet activated, were ripped out and sent floating helplessly together with all the others. And with terrible, fearsome ease she began to shrink those great war machines, turning them into nothing but golden links into small, pretty chains which flew into the palm of her hand.

"Do you think Sikanjal will show up...?" Elaine mused, and Mriya shrugged slightly, making a bit of a grimace as she replied: "I wish she would. But I doubt it... for all her talk, she always make sure to only enter a battle from a position of clear advantage. And I doubt this looks very advantageous to her."

After destroying the Ice Eden, Sikanjal had once more vanished, probably heading back to the Sentence, which they suspected was her mobile home base. With their direct assault on the RA fleet and on the Judge in particular, they hoped to find some information about where the super-submarine might be hiding. The ocean was enormous and hostile and searching at random was going to be time-consuming and dangerous, as it would offer Sikanjal plenty of occasions to sneak up on them... or to get away to a new hiding place. No, for once they wanted to be surgically accurate, and get to her base while she was inside it, to put the word end to the danger she represented.

Mriya wasn't too optimist about that. Just like her mother, she could read minds with ease, but there was very little to be heard coming from the RA fleet. Even the terror that should have been so loud, so vivid in front of her immense power, was muffled and unsatisfactorily mild because most, if not all of the mortals on board those warships had been implanted with Spirit devices that dominated their minds, cancelled most of their emotions and turned them almost into unthinking computers. They were more machine than living beings, and that meant they always followed orders; never faltered and literally never tried to learn more than what Cerberus wanted them to know. Normal mortals would have long ceased to listen to Cerberus's orders, since they involved suicidal charges against divinities that the fleet could not possibly contrast in any effective way. Moreover, normal mortals would have invariably snooped around official orders and reports, trying to find out more about their mission, the status of their comrades and everything else. In that sea of information, often incomplete and sometime inaccurate, real gems could invariably be found... but computer-dominated minds had very little to give.

Mriya snorted irritably at that awareness, which removed much of their fun as they could not hear the terrified prayers of their victims, and she rapidly and unceremoniously shrunk down a multitude of aircraft carriers, cruisers, amphibious vessels and frigates, turning them all into golden trinkets and hanging them at the end of the chains created by warping the UCWs. Within instants, much of the RA fleet had literally been reduced to nothing but jewelry, and Mriya smirked as ship after ship floated helplessly into her hand, while the rest of the fleet desperately fired missiles and gun shells which crashed uselessly against an invisible but impenetrable wall of incandescent energy surrounding her.

"How many do you want...?" Mriya idly asked, tossing a handful of golden warships to Elaine, who easily caught them and sat down on one of the kneeling UCWs, which went down on all fours to give her a comfortable throne. She crossed her long, spectacular, powerful legs and began to link the little chains to the collars of her boots, grinning as the collection rapidly grew and the once mighty war machines juggled lightly as they bumped into each other. "Keep throwing." The dragoness simply replied, not needing to look up to catch another handful of vessels, and ignoring even the whole squadrons of aircraft circling above, pummeling them with long bursts of cannon fire and dropping bombs and firing missiles. The flight decks of the Judge were alive with dozens of fighter jets, bombers, tilt-rotors and the great, purpose-built UCW transporters that had airdropped entire assault groups all over the world. The warship kept launching her aircraft from her two divergent flight decks, even as it floated helplessly in midair, causing Mriya to snicker in amusement, tempted to force the hybrid warship to roll upside down, just to send all the vehicles and aircraft parked on her decks falling down into the sea.

She looked up idly as a squadron of RA Mantis fighter jets dived from the sky, their sharp noses half-hidden by great flashes of light and clouds of smoke as the multi-barreled guns in their bellies unleashed thousands of rounds against the two goddesses. Those shells could pierce through battle tanks and devastate them, but they only bounced uselessly against the solid barrier of energy around the tigress, bursting apart in huge clouds of shrapnel which couldn't even get close to the two females... and instead tore apart one of the jets as it dived for a moment too long and passed through a large cloud of metallic fragments. It exploded in a ball of dirty orange fire, disintegrating into large chunks of metal that flew like meteors towards Elaine... before abruptly shooting backwards, moving away from her and towards the other jets as they pulled up from the dive. The dragoness looked up with a smirk as another Mantis disintegrated when a large chunk of wing tore through its belly, smashing into the rotating rail loaded with the jet's missiles, causing the few still on board to explode.

The Mantis, the most dangerous foe that Richard "Talon" had ever had to grapple with in the skies, was an advanced, hypersonic jet, small and incredibly agile thanks to its biplane configuration, with the two wings forming a "diamond" shape around the stealthy fuselage. There were two engines, mounted in stealthy nacelles at the extremities of the wings, and each nacelle could be aimed almost in any direction, even laterally to some degree, vectoring the thrust and allowing the jet to maneuver in ways never before seen. Even the advanced X-57 built by the Empire struggled to keep up with those little devils, which had no living being on board and were thus hardened to carry out maneuvers at a number of Gs way too high for a pilot to survive. The fuselage was full of fuel, giving them a long combat range, and there was an internal weapon bay at the bottom, which contained a rotary launcher loaded with bombs and missiles of all types. The launcher could rotate in either direction to bring the correct weapon to bear through the open doors of the bay, before they closed again to minimize the radar signature. The Mantis had made short work of any and all air forces that had attempted to resist, with the exception of the Empire's one which had been able to put up a fight thanks to its great pilots and the phenomenal X-57... but now, as entire squadrons of the little devils danced in the air around the two goddesses, the Mantis was ridiculously powerless. It looked puny and useless, firing its guns madly, dropping bomb after bomb, only to be ignored... and then quickly destroyed whenever either of the goddesses felt like doing something about those loud gnats.

The formation broke and the jets used their vectored thrust to get clear of the cloud of shrapnel, but their computers couldn't anticipate Elaine's tremendous psychic power as it grabbed the metallic fragments and hurled them like knives, quickly and accurately, ripping the whole squadron to pieces and sending the jets falling to the ground like burning comets.

The great flying fortresses loaded with UCWs opened fire with their huge lasers, but the rays of light merely caused the goddesses' bodies to glow with a light sheen of sweat, unable to cause them any sort of real discomfort... and when the armored doors in the belly of those flying fortresses opened up and dropped new UCWs over Lunis, Elaine smirked and flexed her great muscles, hissing in hunger and eagerness even though she continued to calmly add ships to her boots. The ground cracked and sunk under her foot, a glowing crater forming in the shape of her sole as she piled in hundreds of thousands of tons of gold: the ships were shrunken down in size, but not in mass. They were even heavier than they had been before being transformed into jewels, since they were now solid blocks of gold, and Elaine idly estimated that she had put up a million tons of weight around each ankle... and she grinned at the number, so immense and yet so insignificant. She couldn't even feel them... just hear as they bumped one into the other.

The dragoness ignored the falling UCWs even as one of them rushed down straight behind her... and without looking, while bent over to attach an aircraft carrier to the strap of her boot, she gracefully swung up the other leg and kicked hard upwards, her foot smashing the head right off the great robot and crumpling its armoured chest like it was nothing but a tin can, knocking the whole, massive machine flying across the whole of Lunis, crashing into the sea far past the rocky cliff at the edge of the island.

She finished attaching her new jewels and took a moment to admire them, murring in delight before rolling her shoulders, straightening and flexing her spectacular musculature, growling hungrily as she looked up at the aircraft filling the sky. Energy crackled and thundered out of her in enormous bolts of black electricity which tore through the UCWs landing around her, literally cutting glowing wounds bordered with melting metal all over the great robots, sending them falling to the ground in pieces, instantaneously wrecked beyond repair. She spun around with a grin and easily aimed her monstrous shotgun at the first gigantic robot in line, laughing as she blasted the top of its body into shreds, disintegrating its head and part of its chest. It fell onto its knees and slumped, its internal systems catching fire, but Elaine had already moved on, laughing as she easily sidestepped the hurricanes of bullets coming from another UCW, her finger squeezing the trigger of her gun four times in rapid succession and blowing the arms and the legs off from the great machine, sending its torso falling almost comically forwards... where it was met by her fist, which smashed through the armor and the nuclear power core and through armor again to emerge on the other side...and the energy from the nuclear furnace was extinguished, absorbed rapidly inside her muscular body, unnoticed, unwanted, insignificant. She was way too powerful to be impressed by one nuclear reactor... and she snarled in vicious amusement as she slammed a uppercut into the chest of another great robot, watching up to see its body shooting skywards, shattering into pieces along the way, before tearing straight through one of the great flying transports just as it began to drop its payload. The house-sized pieces of the UCW smashed through the fuselage and smacked into the other robots it contained, bowling them in every direction and disintegrating the aircraft, which exploded in a ball of fire. Elaine laughed and charged into another group just as it landed, ramming her shoulder into the first in line and smashing through it like it was made of paper, before smashing her fist through another, and another, and another, laughing as she one-shotted each beastly machine into nothing but scrap metal.

Another UCW stepped in her path and opened up with its flamethrower, washing her down in chemical fire, but it only made her snort mockingly as she opened her jaws, letting her long tongue lol teasingly out... before a focused, infernal ray of white, supernatural fire shot forth from her throat, spearing through the robot and melting it into a puddle of sludge, before she turned her head lazily to the left, then to the right, eyes blazing as she unleashed her destruction upon the unlucky island, scorching it from coast to coast, consuming the UCWs out of existence, melting the cliffs and dissolving the damaged, crumbling skyscrapers, cancelling the whole metropolis in mere instant, literally with one breath. The RA's robots were burned down to black smoke and fading memories, and so was Lunis, the island whole reduced to an incandescent, glowing pebble surrounded by an ocean that was rapidly turning black, thick, toxic, deadly and brutally, excessively hypervirile. Elaine laughed darkly, filling her flaring nostrils with the powerful, hypermasculine stench of her father, her body flexing and shivering with need and delight at that scent, which sent rivulets of nectar rolling down her legs, smearing against the inside of her skin-tight leather suit.

"Come out of your holes, mortals..." She commanded, grinning as she gazed idly over the glowing volcanic stone that she had almost turned back into magma. The whole island smoldered, forming thick clouds of mist where it met the ocean and abruptly cooled down... but not much, because the sea itself was boiling. Boiling because of Him, overwhelmed by Him, even though He was so far away. She grabbed the golden warship hanging from the slider of her suit's zipper and yanked down, opening her outfit and grinning when her huge, proud breasts caused the zipper to go down all by itself as the prodigious swells pushed to get out. The edges of the suit got caught on her large, erect nipples and on the rings of gold pierced into them, limiting the exposure, but some of her large black areolas showed proudly. She was completely naked under the leather, and the cleavage on display was mind-blowing, glorious, and made even more spectacular by her rippling, bulging abs pushing against her solid, smooth hide of scales, which turned ivory on her chest and down the center of her body.

The tribal flames tattooed under her navel seemed alive as she flexed, great muscles bulging and shifting, making the star encased in her navel look all the more cute and vulnerable. She had plucked that alien sun out of a solar system she had invaded in search of her father. In her rage at the fruitless nature of their desperate search, she had wiped out the entire system, grabbing the planets in one hand and crushing them into powder. She grinned at the memory of how easy even that had been... boring, almost. And she licked her lips at the thought of what the poor mortals would have felt in front of such a display of strength, which went so far beyond what they could imagine. Elaine waved one hand irritably to the side as another group of Mantis jets attacked, and it was enough to send all of them crashing into the sea, breaking into fountains of wreckage that the dragoness almost idly shoved against one of the few ships still floating in midair at full size, pelting it with the incandescent metal and setting it on fire.

The terrified people of Lunis, in the meanwhile, obeyed her order and began to crawl out of the tunnels and bunkers and crevices in the rocky cliffs, trying to avoid the magma that rained down from the stone that she had half-molten. Their shoes and boots burned and dissolved over the black, incandescent, scorched stone beneath their feet, and they had to carefully walk over the areas which had begun to cool down. It was still a torment, but at least it didn't incinerate them.

The survivors trembled in terror at the sight of the RA jets still circling above, and they pointed with gaping jaws at the Judge floating powerlessly in Mriya's psychic grip, staring at that monstrous, titanic war machine, which they had feared and thought invincible, as it was ridiculed and made impotent.

They shrieked in terror as a group of Mantis fighters immediately dived to strafe them, guns growling and bombs dropping out of their hidden weapon bays, and Elaine tilted her head to the side in entertainment and a hint of respect as several of Lunis's fighters stepped forwards and courageously, even if uselessly, aimed their machine guns at the sky, trying to hit the enemy aircraft.

Elaine flicked her wrist, and the RA jets were suddenly sent flying sideways, smashing into the next fighter in line and turning the whole squadron into nothing but a large, falling ball of dirty orange fire and smoldering metal fragments. The people of Lunis stared in horror at that inferno of flames falling down onto them, but at the last moment an invisible, godlike hand slapped the wreckage away, leaving them staring at the sky in shock, their chests heaving with their panic. The dragoness only laughed, and the aircraft in the sky above her became absurdly motionless, trapped in a complete stasis that kept the mortals staring in fear and amazement, before they screamed as the aircraft were crushed like overripe fruits and disintegrated into a rain of metallic fragments that began to spiral rapidly around the goddess, picking up speed and becoming a flexible spear of steel that she sent stabbing through one of the great, heavily armed UCWs transports as the Judge stubbornly continued to throw her embarked army into the cauldron. Elaine only laughed, flexing idly as she ground two fingers down the blossomed lips of her sex, slipping them inside with a little grunt, throwing her head back to look up at the flying fortresses that made the short hop from the Judge to the sky above her, opening their cargo bays and dropping dozens of heavily armed robots only to see them crumpled like pieces of paper, crushed into heavy balls of scrap metal that shot back up and ripped through the transports, turning them into burning meteors with long tails of debris. "Watch, vermin... see what happens to those who dare opposing my Father's will, my Father's command." Elaine mockingly said, and her voice sent shivers through every mortal, gripping their very minds and forcing them to stare upwards even as tears and despair made them struggle, caused them to try and escape the truth of Killer's omnipotence... of the invincibility of that beautiful but terrible mistress who could crush them all into pulp with the laziest of her whims. They were forced to watch as the RA's fighters and bombers and assault transporters were all blown around like leaves in a storm, beginning to spiral faster and faster, crashing one into the other and exploding into clouds of fragments as the crumpled, balled up UCWs tore through the other vehicles like massive, oversized projectiles.

The fighter jets desperately tried to hit her, but the vicious wind of her psychic force caught the bullets and missiles and bombs and carried them away, out of course, sending them spinning around wildly in the maelstrom, until they collided with an aircraft or with a piece of wreckage large and hard enough to cause an explosion. The sky became an inferno of fire and destruction, and the mortals trembled in front of that display of omnipotence, staring in awe as the goddess idly toyed with herself, completely unfazed by the RA's ships that continued to uselessly fire in her direction. Elaine didn't even turn around to watch them as she sent the hurricane of metal wreckage moving towards the ships out towards the sea. Within a moment, the winds heavy with metallic scrap and shrapnel smashed onto the first frigate in line, literally grinding the plates of steel of her hull right off her "skeleton", ripping through her bowels and smashing right through her, disintegrating her crew members in little clouds of crimson mist. Another warship was hit by a barrage of "cannonballs" which were in fact crumpled, broken UCWs, and under those terrifying impacts it shattered like a biscuit, breaking in at least a dozen pieces which sunk rapidly into the sea that was turning black and boiling hot as Killer's hypervirile essence soaked up the whole world. A destroyer maneuvering to aim its gun against Elaine made the mistake of sailing right into the black, bubbling stuff and its bow instantaneously began to corrode and melt at once, becoming as soft and weak as wet tissue paper, until it literally split open because of how dense and thick and sticky that hypervirile stuff was. For that spectacle, and for that alone, Elaine actually turned around with a grin of delight, watching as her father's throw-away masculine essence, alone, crushed that warship out of existence, while sperms bigger than whales rammed through the vulnerable bulkheads, tearing through steel like it was paper, if that... She traded a grin with Mriya, then sunk her fingers deep inside her sex and mocked: "How lucky you are, vermin, that my Father, our God, is good and merciful and has decided that you do deserve a second chance... otherwise I would already have made you an extinct oddity for the history books." She grinned sharkishly at that, then tilted her head sideways and looked down at the city of Lunis... or better, at the place where it once stood.

Some of the survivors knew, or at least imagined, and Elaine tasted their anguish and laughed of how they struggled not to turn, not to watch... but as other survivors worked up enough courage to look down into the "bowl", the valley at the center of the island which had been so heavily urbanized over the years; they shivered in horror and sobbed brokenly as they heard the shrieks of disbelief, shock and horror at the sight of their great skyscrapers and majestic palaces melting away like snow, consumed by supernatural, impossibly hot white fire which rapidly turned the whole metropolis into nothing but a watery, ugly sludge, erasing every sign of Lunis's ancient and glorious civilization. Elaine, in one instant, with just a breath, had crushed the proud nation back into Stone Age, annihilating all of their conquests, incinerating all of their technology, dissolving their whole town into nothing but smoke and sludge. Extinguished like a candle, leaving behind only some liquid, dirty wax at the bottom of the little cup.

They had fought so hard to defend their city, their technological marvel made of skyscrapers that reached for the clouds. They had fought against the Empire, then with it. They had fought with the RA, then had attempted to drive it back as it put them under siege. They had been forced to abandon the skyscrapers and they had seen some of them crumble, others break apart, others lose pieces as they were damaged by bombs, missiles and, above all else, the corrosive, almighty stench carried by the Horrors and the constant earthquakes caused by their world-breaking steps and by their vicious, immense sperms tearing through earth like it was a fertile female egg.

The skyscrapers at that point were just ruins, shadows of their former glory, but even so they had been important, they had been a reason to fight on and something they could be proud of. Even in ruin, they had been the largest mortal-made objects still standing on the surface of the whole planet, even if the rattling ground knocked piece after piece off them, even if the monstrous sperms sometime brought them tumbling down like castles of worn out cards. They had still been standing, here and there, even after the Judge's terrifying broadsides and the bombardments from the RA fleet. But Elaine, with just one breath, had completely cancelled them all, like they had been an ugly stain on the pages of history. The people of Lunis now could only cry as every last remain of their great city and of their past was burned out of existence, cancelled just like their pride as they were given demonstration of what true power was like. The dragoness looking down at them was one of Killer's goddesses, and there was nothing they could do against her strength, other than bow and sing praise. The shrieks and the cries grew louder as uncountable soldiers and civilians fell to their knees and gaped at the shocking sight, trembling in horror as they uselessly sought out the well known forest of towers, skyscrapers, antennas and neon lights, finding nothing but a smoldering ground zero, a crater which glinted weakly in the darkness as some light reflected over the molten metal and the dark stone burned back into incandescent magma.

The shrieks and sobbing and howling of the terrified inhabitants rose loud enough that those still in the bunkers and tunnels hesitated and refused to walk towards the exits, fearing what they would find waiting for them, but Elaine had no intention of waiting for their emotional little hearts to calm down.

"Come out and sniff your Master's glorious scent, you bugs!" Elaine commanded, grinning as she shamelessly reached inside her suit and rolled her fingers over the black, eager labia of her sex, loving how hot her juices were and savoring the little shiver that the touch sent along her spine. She half-lidded her eyes and smirked as she looked down at the crying, sobbing mortals as they crawled out of their pits and moved towards her, burning their feet over the incandescent, half molten ground. She savored their fear and their awe, smirking as they looked up at her in wonder, their jaws agape in front of her beauty and of her power, their eyes frantically moving up and down her spectacular legs, before drool leaked from their mouths as they admired her mighty abs and the great, splendid breasts half-revealed by the open suit, and she idly played with herself inside the leather, licking her lips as the mortals helplessly fell down onto their knees and crawled forwards still. She hissed lightly through her perfect fangs as she felt their love and their arousal, their hate and their helpless, irresistible desire, her eyes glowing as she felt the lust oozing out of those poor boys. It was a delicious form of energy, one that could have satiated the thirst of all of the succubi of Hell, but that was a mere appetizer to her, who was used to the god-dwarfing power that was contained in Killer's potent precum. She was tempted to inhale, to breathe in that worshipful energy, but that would have drained all of the mortals literally down to dust, so she made sure to restrain her hunger. She flexed with a little growl of pleasure, and the crown tattoo on her hip seemed to glow, reminding the mortals that she was an empress, a goddess, a mistress that had no interest at all for the unworthy males that didn't match her strength, her beauty, her hunger... and just as the mortals trembled in a mix of arousal and despair in front of that reminder that, yes, size did very much matter; the tattoo on the other hip truly did glow, burning with crimson energy that fully evidenced the O, made of skulls and bones, and the rampant lion forming a K with his body. Killer Owned, KO. Cry, little mortals... cry watching this body that you'll never touch... cry watching this power that you'll never even be able to imagine...

The people of Lunis crawled out of hiding, sobbing and crying and trembling as it moved on all fours towards the great goddess, their eyes fixed on her even as new waves of aircraft flew overhead, dropping bombs and strafing into their lines with a vengeance, eager to destroy the ones who had dared resist the might of the RA. They no longer were scary; they no longer were of any importance. The people of Lunis knew who they belonged to and were painfully aware that no harm would come to them from anything other than their Master and his glorious goddesses. The bombs dissolved into nothing but dust, the missiles crashed into invisible walls of burning energy and exploded uselessly against them, the bullets melted out of existence while the fighter jets themselves visibly, rapidly rotted and rusted away to useless wreckage, falling out in droves, dissolving before they could even reach the ground.

They stared in awe as her muscles bulged with barely restrained power, the straps of her boots groaning as they were stretched outwards by the massive musculature. She laughed and leisurely pushed two fingers deep inside her soaked passage, letting out a hot breath as an explosion of pure power burst forth out of her and tore across the sky, disintegrating all aircraft there, turning them into nothing but clouds of fragments, before even those were vaporized without mercy.

The people of Lunis could only stare on in awe, in panic, in confusion, wondering about what their fate was going to be... and then some voice somewhere broke down in a loud wail of "Praise be to God; all glory to the Devil; may the Master's will be done!"

Other voices immediately joined the chant, and more and more followed, until the praise became louder than the explosions of the aircraft disintegrating in midair and crashing into the unforgiving sea. Elaine grinned at that, licking her lips slowly and giving a little nod of approval as the puny mortals made their way to her feet and worshipfully kissed her toes, thanking her not just for saving their lives, but even for destroying their town and turning their island in a smoldering, blackened, scorched inferno. Tears fell onto her feet, making her murr in idle pleasure as she mockingly wiggled her toes, and the sobbing creatures cowering in her shadow followed her talons, kissing them even as they ripped wounds into their faces.

The dragoness laughed in entertainment at their chants, then hungrily breathed out: "When Father will be done with this worthless Existence, shaped by petty and weak divinities, you will struggle for millennia trying to find a proper word for him. God... Devil... he is greater than the sum of both." Elaine's eyes flashed and a spasm of cruel delight ran down her spine as she twisted her fingers in her soaked, needy hole, and the world itself seemed to quiver, to shudder in terror, and gods, every last mortal on the doomed planet was left gasping breathlessly, throat clenching and heart stopping as they caught a fleeting glimpse of Killer's true glory, of his immense, hulking form looming over a tiny speck of light that was not a planet, not a star, not even a galaxy or universe, but something much greater... and yet insignificant, dwarfed by the liger's omnipotent godcock. "He is greater than words can describe. Your petty, inadequate titles are not important... your old God..? Your old Devil...? Killer has crushed them both. Unworthy, puny bugs that they were!" Elaine laughed, and the crowd shivered in a mix of terror and awe, the mortals bowing even deeper as they crawled forth like maggots, kissing her toes one by one and then retreating, never giving her the shoulders, never pulling their eyes off her.

"God and Devil... such cheap, mundane words to describe Father..." Mriya added in a little growl, turning around and grinning as she moved a step, the lucid, obsidian ground crumbling as her foot settled, the glass-surfaced scorched stone caving in into a crater before her sole even touched down, as every mortal had to brace and claw into the dirt as best it could as they were blown into the air with the strength of the booming step, the whole island rattling violently as long cracks loudly split open in the dark cliffs. "But I guess it is not your fault. He's overwhelming, and I admittedly am short of words myself..."

Mriya snickered, carrying on in her leisurely, relaxed stroll, her foot effortlessly tearing deeper into the ground as her other boot moved up, the very planet quivering under her very steps, even as she held back, even as she walked with the utmost leisure. Her other foot settled, and new cracks spread for miles across the country, several hundred meters of cliffs simply exploding into pieces, the heavy ruins and fragments being blown outwards to ruinously fall into the sea, raining down like meteors in the bubbling dark waters, crushing boats and landing craft and causing great waves of toxic, hypervirile sludge which rippled around Lunis hard enough to cause some of the RA submarines to lose their trimming and briefly break through the surface. Mriya and Elaine both looked at those with matching grins, and Mriya actually rumbled: "Wait for your turn, fellas... I'll be taking a swim in a moment."

Mriya pulled up by her sister's side, and the mortals tremblingly rushed to her toes as well, worshipping them while sneaking fearful gazes skywards at the remaining RA ships which hovered helplessly high above, their great hulls obscuring the sky, especially the miles-long immensity of the Judge's keel.

With even greater awe they stared to the doomed, shrunken warships decorating the boots of both goddesses, and they admired the dozens upon dozens of other golden "trinkets" dangling at the end of chins made with UCWs turned into links. Mriya had effortlessly held them up with one hand, smirking. The other girls, who had not had a chance to be present, had asked to be supplied with their share of little jewels, so they could follow what was now a true fashion in the family.

Mriya looked down at the scared mortals with a grin while easily tying the great bundle on ships to her sturdy belt. "You shouldn't fear for the ships to fall upon your heads... that's not going to happen. You should fear displeasing us and getting stomped into loose atoms." The goddess teased, before reaching over and slipping a hand inside Elaine's open suit, unashamedly sliding her fingers down over her black labia, making the dragoness growl lightly, smirking in amusement, bucking her hips almost imperceptibly. The two sisters traded a hungry kiss, their mouths wrestling for a few moments before Elaine's hand rolled down the ligeress's powerful abs, drawing a little circle around her navel, feeling the warmth coming from the great star that Mriya had taken for herself, mimicking her dear sis... then drawing the tip of her index over two rows of smaller ball piercings in her abs, which were actually doomed, conquered planets.

"There are many things you should rightfully fear..." Elaine said, and her voice boomed over the mortals like divine judgment, gripping their very hearts and filling their minds so that they could not miss a single word. They trembled in terror as they clearly felt psychic "fingers" teasingly reaching into their minds, forcing them to pay attention, opening up their memory so that they would never, never forget a detail of that fearsome moment. "You are all sinners. Your sin is pride. Your sin is stupidity. You dared to resist. You dared to delay your submission. You dared to defy our Father, our Lord, our Master. You dared to think you'd be safe in your island, in your fortresses, in your skyscrapers..."

"And in one instant, all of that is gone." Mriya hungrily remarked, grinning as her voice invaded their minds with the same crushing force. "Learn the lesson now, and never forget it, vermin... you are zeroes."

"All it took was a breath... and with another breath I could destroy every last one of you maggots." Elaine remarked, laughing cruelly while reaching for the sturdy leather bottom of Mriya's battle outfit, yanking it sideways and revealing her own black-fleshed, dripping labia, before hungrily rolling her fingers over them. The mortals could only shiver in awe and fear, staring at the KO tattoos on both godly beauties and admiring their great bodies, their mighty muscles, shivering at the awareness of their complete helplessness as the two sisters idly played with each other.

Drops of their nectar fell to the ground, making it sizzle as they traded hungry grins and worked harder and faster inside each other, kissing warmly again and flexing, grinding into each other. The mortals were not important and their presence made no difference to their hungers and pleasures, their eyes glowing as they remembered sharing their father's prodigious virility, their bodies sandwiching his almighty black shaft from either side. "Your city dared defying Father, and I've annihilated it. That is an example, and a reminder. We've been merciful enough the first time... but now you know who's got the power. Displease Father in any way, and we will come to obliterate you like the worthless vermin you are."

Mriya grinned sharkishly at that, and she shifted on her toes with a murr of delight as Elaine twisted her fingers inside her passage, thrusting them rapidly in and out. A loud squirt of hot juice spurted out of her and the two goddesses traded a smirk, knowing that their scent and their delightful nectar would not go unnoticed. They could already hear the roars of a few Horrors in the distance, and those great beasts, born out of their father's essence, were not going to let it go to waste. Mriya and Elaine wanted a real fight, not a bunch of mortal losers and their weak, frail toys... and they also craved Father's forceful, virile touch. The hypervirile beasts would keep them entertained and scratch a few of their itches... and grappling with them they could get a little taste of Father. They could bend the Horrors to their whims, and had already done so in a few occasions. This was not going to be different, but they hoped to trick Sikanjal into believing them vulnerable and overwhelmed by the monsters, so she'd get into the fight.

Mriya and Elaine wanted to lure all the enemies in one place and crush them all out of existence... or, in the case of the Horrors, tame them and turn them into pets. Naturally, Alexis and Alcana, their mothers, had not been informed of their intentions and would have never agreed to them running such a risk, but the two young females were powerful, confident and full of lust and rage. They wanted and needed their father back and had no intention of allowing anything to stand in their way. Alexis had not allowed them to head to the Center of the Universe, but the two sisters had no intention of being sidelined.

"Tremble, little morsels..." Elaine teasingly growled, pulling her fingers out of Mriya's hot flesh and flicking incandescent droplets of her nectar out over the crowd, smirking as the mortals opened their mouths and chased after the precious ambrosia, their eyes glazed over, their chests heaving as they were overwhelmed by their lust, made helpless by the goddesses' incredible beauty and overwhelming magnetism. The juice was so hot it hurt, burning into tongues and faces, but they couldn't help but lick it up even from the dirt, drooling and slavering in complete addiction. Mriya pulled up her hand, drenched in the dragoness's own precious fluids, but she brought her fingers to her mouth, murring as she slurped up a sample, before holding her dripping digits out in front of Elaine's mouth. The black and white-scaled female leaned forwards and took the fingers into her mouth, showing the mortals how her long tongue spiraled around them, squeezing hungrily... and the eyes of both goddesses glowed with lust as they listened to the Horrors' big-balled roars, which sounded almost as majestic as Killer's own masculine voice, and they hissed in delight as the sea crashed into the cliffs in great, angry waves while the ground trembled even more violently as the titanic dark beasts followed their scent and charged in, their steps pounding the planet into helpless submission, changing the landscape, crushing the ruins of villages and towns, making a mockery of those bugs hives.

The mortals could feel it too, as the ground rattled violently with the distant steps of Horrors that turned around and charged towards Lunis, and they whimpered in horror, feeling that the end was well and truly coming for them, especially when gigantic figures came into sight, looming over the horizon, with tentacles that flailed angrily in the obscure sky above. They became greater and greater as the Horrors closed the distances, and Mriya and Elaine laughed darkly and smeared their juices all over each other, licking their lips and growling: "Tremble, you puny vermin... terrified not by the Master, but by his bodily waste alone... hiding from his sweat, from his smegma, from his throw-away cum... That's your place! You aren't worth a drop of his sweat, you useless pipsqueaks."

"We... we apologize, Mistresses." The crowd uttered, as every last mortal bowed deeply and cried and begged and pleaded. There was nothing they could do. They couldn't argue, they couldn't hide from the truth. Not even fantasy could help them, not even their dreams were safe. They were utterly helpless in front of those black, corrupt titans that were converging on their island... no, not theirs. They owned nothing, not even their lives. They were on borrowed time, existing only because the Master allowed it. They were turning into toys, cheap meat for their betters' entertainment: as the Horrors charged in, they choked on the almighty scent of unholy, limitless power. Their bodies painfully changed, and the males rapidly became so shriveled, so emasculated by those presences and by that power that they couldn't pretend they were males anymore. Underground, in their air-sealed bunkers, they had been somewhat protected, and the process had been slow. But now, in the open, nothing could slow down their bodies' race to welcome the new overlords and their ultimate masculinity. So great, even though it was but a hint of their God and Devil's power! It was terrible, it was unfair, it was monstrous... and it was glorious. They shuddered whenever they attempted to imagine what it had to be like to be Killer, to look at worlds through his eyes, to know that he had the power to completely reshape entire planets... no, much more than that... universes? No, even more. Their breath caught in their throats. They couldn't. They just couldn't even imagine the extent of his might. And so they submitted. It was unfair and painful to have to beg to be given a chance to live... to exist. But they had to. The difference in power dictated it. They couldn't even call him a tyrant, because he was just too strong. How many bugs had they crushed without even noticing during the course of their lives...? Well, to Killer they were less than bugs, and it didn't take any kind of active thought for him to obliterate them all. They couldn't even ask him not to... all they could pray for was mercy. They could only beg him not to be spiteful. Not to destroy the puny anthills under his feet. Not to torment the ants with fire. That was the image in their minds as they huddled up on the ground and shouted: "All praise to our Lord and Master, to our God and Devil! All glory to Killer, now and forever! May the Almighty Father of All be generous and protect our worlds!"

The two goddesses traded a grin as the prayer became a chant, but it was their thoughts, their inner dreams and nightmares that made them laugh darkly, flexing their great muscles with matching growls of hunger. Their helpless, breathless surrender to the cruel truth was delicious, as was their puny, repressed, helpless rage. All the envy in them made Mriya buck her hips with a little grunt, hot juice dribbling out of her tight passage, and she traded a gaze with her sister before teasing: "It is so funny to see your dreams, to spy your nightmares... You are so limited! None of your fantasies would require Father to flick a finger to turn into reality. Dream bigger, little bitches... bigger, much bigger..."

"And when it will feel too huge to make any sense... You'll still be downplaying it. Poor bugs." Elaine easily remarked, grinning widely as she looked down in that sea of terrified, wide-open eyes. "And just so you know... you are far less than ants to him. He doesn't even need to be here to bring ruin to you. Mere scraps of his smegma have turned into god-eaters... how dare you even try to put yourselves on the same scale as him...?"

The crowd trembled visibly, the mortals instinctively huddling together, shoulder to shoulder as they groveled in the dirt and submitted to their fate, crawling forwards to kiss their toes, to worship, to taste, to admire their godlike power, to let them soak their whole existence in His glorious essence. To be his and his alone, forever and ever. All they could do was to accept it. Resistance? There could not be any. He had defeated them all while light years away, without even thinking of them. Resistance? What a joke. They couldn't even get noticed. They could only reflect on how meaningless, how worthless they were, how precarious without his benevolence. They still existed only because he tolerated them and made sure not to erase them with an idle thought or lazy flex. Their only purpose was to worship and serve him... and even then they remained unworthy pipsqueaks crawling on an infinitesimal portion of his glorious, colossal body. Unnoticed, insignificant. Trying to worship and praise and please a titan that was beyond their understanding and even beyond their ability to dream, to imagine, to paint wild impossibilities. His strength could destroy them completely and definitively... and his mere presence already had ended their race, because there was no longer a single male among them. They were rapidly turning into females, their bodies slavishly changing to give him something more useful, more entertaining.

"But that's your luck, little ones." Mriya said, grinning sharkishly. "You are so small and frail that your entertainment value is very low. Father is too great to spend time tormenting... anthills." She deliberately used the image that they had in their minds, causing them to shiver, realizing yet again that nowhere they could ever be safe. Nothing would ever stay out of the reach and sight of the almighty gods. "That would be childish. No, he'll need better sport than crushing rabble like you. Behave, and you will live."

It was not that generous an offer. It was not such a great prospect for the future. But in that moment, it was far more than they had expected to be given, and they welcomed it with joy. In truth, they realized that it was more than they deserved. In a moment they could have been reduced to nothing but stains on their master's cock, or scum squished beneath his toes, or smegma trapped beneath his foreskin... or much worse ends, without even the blessing of being touched by Him. They now were painfully and, at the same time, gloriously aware that it was all far more than they deserved. The two goddesses were unfazed by their gratitude and by their chants of praise. The excitement that made the blood in their veins boil had all to do with the titanic Horrors running in from what was left of the continent. There was just a last chore to take care of, before they could delve into the fun.

"Let's finish this before the boys arrive..." Mriya teasingly said, and she turned back towards the sea, finally allowing the remaining warships to ruinously fall back down to the surface, crashing into the sea hard enough that some of the destroyers bent at terrible angles, breaking their keels. The Judge was so heavy and massive that it plunged deep into the non-water, striking hard against the sea bottom before floating back up, her decks already corroding and decaying as the black, hypervirile sludge continued to expand, leaving only a small "lake" of crimson, bloody water where the ships were trapped. Those which crashed down into the bubbling black stuff were rapidly dissolved, their hulls melting into nothing while they desperately tried to make all speed for "clear" waters.

"Let's get on board the Judge and see if there is anything there that's worth our time." Elaine spat, making a bit of a grimace and looking at the remaining warships, aware that they were going to provide very little entertainment. "I'll go by air."

"Good." Mriya easily said, before diving in perfect style from the cliff, cutting into the water like a knife and easily diving down towards the first of the surviving RA submarines, ramming into its bow and tearing through its entire hull, smashing her way out of the stern as it imploded in a huge cloud of bubbles that rushed up to the surface, causing the mortals to stare in awe, confusion and panic.

The submarines dived deeper and rushed towards the oceanic abyss, hoping that the pressure would deter her, but the goddess only grinned and followed them, unfazed by the weight of the ocean. They were going to reach their crushing limit long before she began to feel any discomfort... but in truth, they were all going to be in tatters long before that. The submarines raced at speeds between 35 and over 40 knots, which was an impressive speed in water, but to the goddess they might as well have been completely motionless.

She gracefully swam ahead of a submarine and slammed her hand into the bow's casing, grinning as the steel crumpled helplessly under her fingers, denting inwards as the submarine failed to make any progress against her monstrous strength and it tilted up at an absurd angle, its tail dropping as the propeller continued to spin at full power.

Mriya tilted her head to the side, amused by the puny efforts of the enormous machine and its nuclear reactor, and she leaned forwards into it, tearing through the casing like it was made of paper, then smashing through the huge sonar array and continuing onwards through the thick cylinder of steel of the resistant, pressurized hull containing the crew spaces. The thick wall of steel, meant to sustain the pressure of hundreds of meters of ocean above it, tore apart like an old cobweb as she walked inside, ignoring the water that violently exploded inside the tube, washing away crewmen and furniture and smashing them against the nearest bulkhead. She had enough time to catch a glimpse of fleeting sailors ahead before they slammed closed the watertight hatch, and the goddess snorted in amusement before turning to the side to grab the body of a torpedo resting on its loading cradle. Effortlessly, she hefted it right up, all three tons of it, snapping the metallic restraints without even noticing their presence, and she looked out of the blown-apart bow of the submarine, taking aim at another of the boats that were rushing away like scared fish. With terrifying ease, with a majestic flex of her powerful arm, she threw the torpedo like a javelin and watched it smash right into the conning tower of her target, tearing through it from side to side and hitting with enough violence to tilt the whole submarine on its side. The torpedo did not explode, but that was no comfort for the submarine as Mriya picked up a second weapon and tossed it just as accurately, smashing an enormous hole in the flank of the boat and causing it to sink rapidly into the darkness.

Mriya looked for a brief moment at the dozens of other missiles and torpedoes piled up on their cradles, thinking idly of going for some more target practice... but deciding instead to pursue the fleeting sailors that she could hear running on the other side of the thick, closed hatch. She walked through the bulkhead like it wasn't even there, like it was nothing but a tent of silk, and water again exploded inside narrow corridors and rooms full of computer towers, washing away the sailors at the back of the group. The others kept running, but her long, powerful legs gave her such a stride that her leisure stroll was enough to gain steadily ground.

They barely had enough time to drag the next watertight hatch closed behind them, struggling against its weight and the complex lock mechanism, before the goddess tore right through the steel and her boot raked two of them flying backwards to crash on their backs. She didn't even slow down, grinning down at them as she walked over them, her boots settling down not just with the millions of tons of captive warships hanging from the collars, but with the planet-destroying strength of her flexing muscles, of her glorious calves and massive, bulging quads. Blood sprayed up all over her beautiful legs as she crushed limbs and abdomens flat, turning flesh into liquid, before her foot settled down on the spine of a running sailor and crushed it into dust, flattening much of his torso into a ugly puddle... and she let out a little growl of pleasure when the other boot crushed a skull like a rotten tomato.

Cold, toxic, crimson water burst inside the submarine with incredible violence from behind her, but even as it bent steel bulkheads, smashed furniture and washed sailors away like dolls, it failed to even budge her as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the satisfying crunches of bones and the squelching of liquefied organs coming from under her boots, murring in pleasure as warm blood coated her splendid, powerful legs. The submarine sunk rapidly towards the bottom, its bow sinking and the decks taking on a murderous tilt, making it hard for the sailors to run away from her. It was literally an uphill race with the boat's inclination, and when several armed guards surged forwards to fire against Mriya with machine guns and assault rifles she snorted in dark amusement and disappointment at the same time. Those mortals were no longer true persons. They did not shriek with the right passion. They did not act with the right emotion. The computers buried into their spines made them turn around and fire their weapons at her even though it was completely pointless and suicidal to do so. That removed a lot of her fun from the equation, because they didn't shiver and cry loud enough. The goddess snorted, ignoring the bullets which uselessly crumpled against her great muscles and bounced off like toys, and making a grimace as the armed sailors continued to fire, mindlessly loading in clip after clip, oblivious to the fact that their puny bullets weren't even tickling her. Even as the ocean's water rushed against them, they absurdly stood their ground right until the tide slammed them away, smashing them into the bulkheads and turning their bones into crumbles.

She easily plucked up a running sailor and hurled him forwards with an easy throw, which given her strength meant with all the energy of a comet: the unfortunate mortal smashed into the other sailors running away along the narrow corridor, bowling them all over with huge spurts of blood, limbs tearing loose and bodies bursting apart with the violence of the impact before the corpse smacked right through one, two, three steel bulkheads ahead, tearing through the submarine like an oversized bullet, before literally splattering in a huge, ugly red stain over the especially reinforced wall of steel and lead that isolated the nuclear reactor. The force of her throw was so monstrous that the huge wall of metal actually bent inwards, and fragments of bone all but tore into it, but the corpse had mostly turned to liquid at that point and could not go further. Mriya snorted in contempt at that, spreading her powerful arms and tearing through the walls on either side, effortlessly ripping apart the crew spaces and computer rooms and all other spaces as she strolled rapidly towards the stern, walking through the foot-thick wall of steel and lead like it was nothing but thin air, smashing through the nuclear reactor itself, laughing as she extinguished the atomic fire by lazily absorbing it into her body, delighted by how insignificant the nuclear fire was, how it got lost into her body, no, into her pinky... And she flexed her muscles with a murr while walking right through another foot-thick wall of steel and lead, emerging into the noisy machine spaces. She idly smashed the steam turbine out of her way, sending that great lump of metal smashing through the hull, causing even more water to rush inside with devastating force as the hull began to crumple inwards, groaning loudly under the growing pressure. Mriya looked at the spinning shaft connected to the propeller, as thick as a tree and still spinning at hundreds of revolutions per minute, before she easily grabbed it with one hand, and squeezed. The steel groaned in despair for a brief moment, crumpling like paper, before the shaft snapped in half like a twig, and she ripped the long "tree" up out of its massive clamps, snapping them open like they were made of biscuit, and just as easily ripping through the double hull, slicing the stern of the submarine almost in halves. The remains of the vessel quickly fell into the darkness beneath her, and Mriya swam rapidly towards another submarine, keeping the enormous shaftline at her side like it was a harpoon, and the nuclear boat just a fish, a prey... and she easily caught up with the running vessel, slamming her feet into the casing and pulling the shaft high up above her head before stabbing it down with a flex of her almighty arm, stabbing right through the submarine, before swinging her spear up, shouldering the trapped submarine like it was nothing but a trophy. She gazed around for a little moment, then chose her next target and in a moment reached it, stabbing it with the same steel pole, skewering both boats on the same "weapon". The shaft groaned and bent under that monstrous weight that it was never meant to support, but the two hulls slammed together and prevented it from taking on much of an angle, allowing Mriya to easily surface, stretching her arm up above her head and shoving both submarines high up into the air, smirking as she playfully called: "Hey sis! Look what I caught!"

"Nice catch. Want me to cook them for you...?" The dragoness teasingly replied, eyes glowing as she towered on top of a crumpled mass of smoldering metal that had once been a large RA cruiser, before she had idly punched and kicked it into an unrecognizable piece of scrap. The metal groaned loudly under her boot as she leaned forwards, resting a arm on her knee and then blowing a fine spear of white fire towards the two submarines, just a fleeting instant, enough to turn their hulls white with the heat as everyone inside was carbonized instantaneously and blown apart by the solid wall of supernatural heat which effectively tore through the boats

Mriya laughed at that, then dismissively threw the lump of metal away, just as the fused-together boats began to literally drip away, melting like ice creams... before crashing with a ridiculous squelch into the bubbling, toxic, hypervirile sludge of corruption that was subjugating the oceans and completely replacing the blood-red waters of the prophecy. Mriya and Elaine watched with matching grins as the black, tar-like essence rapidly consumed the incandescent wrecks out of existence, and then they traded a look of lust and hunger, before nodding silently. Mriya dived again, swimming rapidly and smashing through the submarines, destroying them one after the other, while Elaine flew just above the waves, slamming through the few remaining warships and piercing through them in ways that no missile could have ever replicated. She lifted even the greatest of cruisers out of the sea with terrifying ease, muscles bulging as she tossed them into the black, bubbling inferno, laughing as they melted away into nothing... before both sisters eagerly swam into the thick, hypervirile black sludge that tasted and smelled like their father. They swam towards each other, tongues lolling out of their drooling jaws, eyes glowing with tremendous, terrifying power as they smeared the thick essence all over their bodies, throwing their heads back with needy groans as they felt colossal sperms pushing against their bodies, felt the heat and the energy in that thick essence, and eagerly rubbed it against their bodies, spreading their legs and even reaching down for each other's hungry labia to pull them open and help the titanic sperms ram and bulldoze their way inside.

"Power... so much power... daddy's power!" Mriya snarled, trembling hard as the gigantic sperms violated her, gang-raped her holes, her muscles flexing and bulging as she felt pure, limitless energy rampaging inside her, burning in her veins... and she snorted steam from her flaring nostrils, growing bigger and stronger, flexing slowly and grinning widely as the thick black essence encased her, covered her whole form, merged with her... and within moments her ivory fur was gone, replaced by an impenetrable hide of darkness, black and terrifying, beautiful and terrible, while her golden hair turned crimson and overcharged with the same energy, looking like fire as they danced around her head, which became crowned by massive, royal, majestic horns of segmented black metal. The world trembled helplessly, shivering violently in front of her expanding, growing, increasing power as she snickered and looked down at her hands, lightning bolts crackling between her fingers as she idly wiggled them, before hungrily growling: "Just when I thought I couldn't possibly feel any better... just when I thought I couldn't possibly get any stronger... Oh, fuck... Thanks, daddy... Now I see how truly miserable this world, any world, is in front of you..."

Elaine snarled in approval, grinning savagely as her own muscular body grew taller, stronger, hulking up with greater muscles and becoming armoured with rippling, endless, almighty corruption. She gazed idly at the world around her, and the sight of the remaining ships and the mortals in the distance made her growl in distaste at their weakness. Mriya and Elaine closed their eyes and hissed as they let the corruption flow into them, rallying it around their bodies until the black sludge formed two great columns, two towers, elevating them over Lunis and over the Judge, before immense, segmented tentacles of black, liquid metal ripped out of their backs and arched high up into the sky around them, angrily lashing out in every direction, stretching for miles and ending in deadly, terrifying harpoons bigger than train cars. The two goddesses laughed and looked down at their helpless prey as the tentacles smashed through the remaining warships, breaking them in halves before wrapping around the wrecks, hefting them high out of the water, slowly crushing them flat, like empty tin cans. Other tentacles pierced the surface of the ocean and stabbed deep, reaching the few remaining submarines and spearing through them like they were fishes, yanking them out of the water and pushing them up in the sky, swung back and forth like toys, humiliated and ridiculed as the two goddesses laughed and opened their mouths to drink the rivers of blood leaking out of the crumpled, devastated hulls. "You've outlasted your utility." Mriya callously remarked once she grew tired of that game, so easy and puny to almost bore her. Her tentacles immediately began to drag the ruined ships and submarines across the sea, yanking them all towards the column of darkness, of corrupt essence that became one with her legs. Elaine followed her example, and as they advanced towards the Judge, gliding over the sea thanks to the raging towers of dark sludge carrying them, they annihilated every last RA ship and submarine. They were dragged into the dark columns and dissolved, melted into nothingness, cancelled like they had never existed at all, leaving the Judge alone and forlorn, floating in a puddle of crimson water completely surrounded by dark, bubbling hypervirile essence. The great ship, which had terrorized the world and appeared unstoppable, now seemed to beg for mercy, with her hundreds and hundreds of missile cells all open and empty, some still smoldering a bit after launching the last few missiles against the two goddesses. The great divergent flight decks extending from her stern were still crowded with helicopters and aircraft, but many of those were actually wrecks that the crew had not been able to push out of the way to launch new fighters. Broken UCWs were scattered all over the deck as well, together with many intact ones which anyway looked just like dolls and toys.

The hull was dented and damaged, half-corroded and rotting, giving her the look of a beggar, even as its enormous rail guns still insisted on firing their immense darts against the two goddesses. The hundreds and hundreds of smaller, but still enormous cannons and even the uncountable close-in weapon systems, including laser turrets, unleashed an inferno of fire and steel against the incoming sisters, but all of it was useless, bullets and rails crashing against the ripples of energy radiating out of the two females.

Mriya and Elaine walked through that infernal broadside with matching grins, eyes glowing with power and entertainment as the dark, masculine essence carrying them smashed into the battleship's side and nearly knocked it over, burning and melting much of its armoured flank... before the two goddesses easily walked out of the sludge and settled their feet on the vast flight deck, grinning as their footprints tore deep, burning, incandescent wounds in the deck.

Mriya flicked her eyes to the sight as she walked up to the wreckage of a Mantis fighter jet blocking her path, and an immense shockwave of psychic force slammed it out of her way, sending it crashing into other great machines abandoned on deck and sweeping them all off, sending them falling into the sea. The close-in weapon systems installed all around the edges of the hull turned inwards and showered them in an unending storm of bullets, but when Elaine snorted in annoyance and waved her hand dismissively to the side, an explosion of black fire tore over the side of the battleship, from stern to bow, incinerating the turrets and silencing them forever.

The two sisters made their way towards the large parking area between the two divergent flight decks, where one of the aircraft elevators leading to the hangar below had become stuck halfway up, leaving a vast, dark hole open in the armoured flight deck. They easily jumped down the shaft, and then from the elevator they jumped into the cavernous, semi-dark hangar, looking around with idle curiosity. It was an immense space, still crowded with a lot of Mantis jets, which thanks to a brilliant wing folding arrangement had a miniscule footprint in the hangar. Rows and rows of jets were still orderly parked and secured to the deck with a multitude of chains... and there were also many tilt-rotors and assault helicopters and even a few of the gigantic UCW transport-fortresses. Watertight and fireproof armoured shutters separated the hangar in multiple independent spaces, but Mriya and Elaine had no difficulty walking right through those curtains of steel. They gazed with idle curiosity down the steep vehicle ramps which descended from the hangar deck towards the vehicle deck further below, and had no difficulties imagining rows and rows of packed-up UCWs as well as tanks and vehicles of all sorts. The vehicle deck ended, going towards the stern, in a "steel beach" which allowed the robots and vehicles to board the vast fleet of landing craft and boats carried in the Judge's immense well dock. The two goddesses, however, walked in the opposite direction, towards the bow, convinced that, if there was anything at all useful on board the battleship, this would be in the ship's Combat Information Centre or on the bridge. There was a time in which the behemotic scale of everything around them would have impressed them to no end... but the Judge was just another product of mortal technology. As extreme and unmatched and ambitious as it was, it was a puny toy compared to their power.

Soldiers shot against them from behind the parked aircraft, but the two goddesses only replied with snorts of derision, as their black, metallic yet almost liquid skin hungrily devoured every last bullet, dissolving them into watery, white hot metal that only added to their endless strength. "Don't be ridiculous, fleas..." Mriya grumbled, before she made an idle shoving gesture and sent a wall of solid psychic force ahead of her, shoving every aircraft and piece of wreckage out of their way, sweeping the whole hangar clear. Aircraft, soldiers, vehicles, missiles and bombs in their crates and containers, maintenance tools and everything else were bulldozed ahead of them, forming an enormous mountain of scrap metal and bloody, crushed corpses that soon reached the high roof of the hangar and kept growing larger, until the deck above groaned loudly and bent outwards to make room, before the mountain of metal smashed in the armoured walls at the far end of the hangar. Mriya grinned at the echoing, terrible lament of metal bending and crumbling, before uncountable bombs and other weapons exploded because of the pressure, and flames enveloped much of the mountain of scrap, spreading through the first bay of the immense hangar. The armoured flanks of the gigantic battleships bulged outwards, bent by the force of the multiple explosions, but refused to break, but the wall at the end of the hangar could nothing against Mriya's devastating force and it disintegrated, allowing pieces of burning metal to pelt the maintenance workshops beyond, and devastate the bases of the secondary gun towers arrayed on either flank. Two enormous cylindrical towers of dark steel resisted, though, and the two goddesses realized with mild amusement that those great armoured walls enveloped and protected the below-deck machinery of the main gun towers of the Judge. Those were the two behemotic rail gun towers dominating her stern. Mriya walked towards the first in line, grinning as she pulled up a single finger, her perfect claw glowing with evil, terrifying power as she poked it against the hard steel... and it tore through like it would through soft butter, the goddess laughing as she effortlessly moved her finger down, cutting a vertical wound in the tower, causing the dark metal to melt away to sludge. She grabbed the edges of the wound and easily tore it open wide, yanking the armoured walls out of shape and place like they were nothing but tents, revealing the multi-storey, building-sized tower that contained the banks of power cells conveying massive amounts of electricity to the rail guns in the turret on top. Enormous blast-doors opened in front of her to let a gigantic dart climb up through the vertical shaft, going from the ammunition depot in the bottom of the hull towards the breech of one of the four barrels of the turret. She licked her lips at the idea of tearing all that apart, but then snorted, whispering: "It's a pity that mom wants this little thing as a memento. We have to keep it in one piece."

"It would look ugly if we ripped the gun towers out." Elaine teasingly agreed, before turning to the side as a horde of UCWs and soldiers surged forth from the central area of the immense warship. She idly extended an arm and opened her palm, unleashing a beam of white fire that tore through the UCWs at waist level, cutting them down like blades of glass, while leaving the soldiers, much shorter, untouched but for the ones that were squished under the falling wreckage of the great combat robots.

"Losers." Elaine commented with a snort, smirking as they walked easily forwards, their steps echoing in the vast and now empty hangar while the thick, armoured deck melted behind them, consumed into nothing by the incandescent flames generated in their world-shattering footprints and melted away by the spreading black sludge that they now dripped. The flames retreated out of their path as they walked through the devastated, blown-apart wall and past the burning workshops, and the soldiers took position to block the corridors, opening fire with shoulder-launched rockets and heavy machine guns, sending thousands of empty cases falling down onto the metallic floor and walls with an endless giggle of metal against metal. The missiles they fired smashed against solid walls of energy and exploded uselessly, long before touching the two goddesses, and the bullets all but melted in midair, becoming stains on the floor. Mriya snorted in entertainment at that, then rested her hands on her hips and threw her long mane of crimson, flame-like hair out of her eyes, teasingly commanding: "Roll out the red carpets for us, boys..."

The soldiers froze in place, staring at her as their fingers twitched and backed away from the triggers, before electricity tore loudly out of their necks, making their whole bodies spasm violently as the Spirit devices buried into their nervous system burned out. Mriya's command burned its way into their brains, overwhelming anything else, forcing them all on their knees, drool leaking from their maws as they helplessly stared up at her beautiful, powerful form... and then, without a word, without a protest, the soldiers laid down on the hard, cold floor, shoulder to shoulder, facing up and waiting for the goddesses to come. Elaine snickered at that, flexing her mighty, muscular leg before settling her boot on the first mortal in line, watching as her sole tore through skin and muscle and flesh, before her quads bulged gloriously as her weight shifted, and her boot tore through the frail body, squishing its chest flat and pretty much ripping the corpse in two while blood sprayed high up over her leg, painting her boots and leather suit crimson. She pulled up her other foot and deliberately settled it upon the dying mortal's face, smirking as his head bust apart like an overripe tomato, splattering gore all around, caking the face of the next man in line, while Mriya's boot came down on the mortal's groin, crushing it flat, obliterating it and severing both legs with a wet, sick crunch. The two sisters walked onwards, standing side by side and strolling slowly, leisurely, moving with the grace of dancers, their hands lazily resting on their hips as they crushed those beings into grotesque, horribly flat piles of ugly gore on the floor, grinning widely as every step brought new loud crunches and tremendous squelches of liquefied gore and blood that sprayed all the way up to their abs.

Mriya looked down at those helpless pieces of meat with idle curiosity, noticing how they belonged to any and all races and species. There were some tigers, but not too many. That horrendous fate of slavery to a computer was apparently reserved, whenever possible, to mortals from "lesser" species. It was in line with Cerberus's vision of the world... and had probably helped in the early phases, when the RA tried to appear like an ally for countries like Ire, which saw the tiger kingdoms as the enemy. Cerberus had tricked a lot of people, in and outside the Northlands... in fact, his family had, from long before he was born. The preparations had gone on and on and on for uncountable years... and Mriya wondered how long it had taken to build monstrosities like the Judge. She was pretty sure that, were they to explore it in full, they would have found areas of the vessel equipped with very outdated technology dating back to when the build had begun.

The manpower of the RA, in terms of flesh and bones, was relatively limited. The Raja family had used money, oil and lies to get other countries and organizations to provide the muscle for their plans. Ire had been played again and again into doing exactly what the Raja family wanted. Riaku had ended up putting his army under RA control for the invasions of Glacial and Kesteven. The kingdoms of Brunei, Anubia, and others in the eastern Northlands had joined the "Raja Alliance" not fully understanding the implications, or the extent of the organization and the incredible ambition of its plans. Even the NWOA had been played into doing the RA's job by hitting Kesteven and keeping Killer busy.

The army of the Raja family had been held back and nurtured, even though Cerberus had ended up essentially throwing it all away in a mock war just to get Killer to rush into Alfaya for the rescue. Cerberus's best and most loyal warriors held positions of power within the RA and many other fighters from Alfaya were visible in the ranks, enslaved with Spirit devices, but it was clear that most of the Judge's crew was made up by members of prey species. Actual slaves had been joined by unwise people who had voluntarily joined the RA with the promise of obtaining revenge against Killer. Uncountable others had literally been grown up as cannon fodder after being taken out of orphanages or flat out kidnapped. The incredibly rich Raja family had achieved fame with its generous donations to orphanages and other structures and with its program of adoptions... but the result of what had looked like an act of great generosity was now laid bare in its horrible true form before Mriya and Elaine's eyes. Those children had been tossed into the RA laboratories to have their minds rewritten and enslaved. They had become unwavering, ever loyal, extremely cheap and expendable manpower which never complained and who had very little concern for its own life. As they made their way through the Judge, Mriya and Elaine quickly discovered that most of the RA personnel equipped with the Spirit had also received other modifications that removed much of their nature of living beings. It was clear that the crew had almost no need for rest, relaxation, or ever physiological needs at all. The ship was virtually devoid of personnel accommodations and when they found sailors "sleeping" they were standing against a wall, hooked into the power network, recharging like machines. It was horrible... but it also explained how the RA ships could be so heavily armed, carrying a monstrously disproportionate firepower at parity of dimensions with normal warships from other countries. The space that was normally taken up by the crew and all its needs, on the RA vessels could be used to store ammunition, apply armour and mount extra weaponry.

Finally, after a long walk over an unending carpet of trembling bodies that burst apart in bloody splatters under their boots, the two sisters reached a massive wall of solid dark metal, with a shut blast door marked with the writing "CIC", which stood for Combat Information Centre. Buried in the approximate center of the vast hull, protected on all sides by multiple decks and armoured bulkheads and completely encased in a block of steel which was several feet thick, it was the brain of the warship. If there was anything useful on board, they were going to find it inside that vast room. The massive door could only open after accurate identification of the person trying to get in and there were cameras blinking from behind armoured bubbles of glass in the ceiling, allowing the guards on the other side to see everything, but that was of no concern to Mriya and Elaine. The first grabbed the handle and effortlessly ripped the behemotic piece of steel out of the wall, tearing apart its motorized, hydraulic hinges like they were toys. The second all but walked right through the armoured wall, smashing it open like a sheet of paper punched right in the middle.

What they found inside would have shocked them had they not seen how little humanity was left in the crew members fitted with the Spirit device. It still made them grimace in distaste as they stared at orderly rows of massive computer towers mounted on shock-absorbing mounts. Each supercomputer had four crewmembers permanently, physically connected: their eyes closed, their heads enclosed by helmets with digital screens, the non-sailors were oblivious to the semi-dark room around them and they were locked inside the machine, with several thick tubes sticking out of their backs and abdomens. They no longer were persons, but parts of the supercomputer, which exploited their organic brain for its unparalleled, difficult-to-replicate faculties. The machine supplied the raw elaboration power; the organic brain added flexibility and adaptability, learning and improving.

The RA made vast use of that horrendous hybrid machine: Alexis and Killer had found similar supercomputer banks in multiple facilities they had assaulted and destroyed, but Mriya and Elaine hadn't yet seen one in the flesh. The vast room was filled with those: dozens and dozens, arranged in rows of which they couldn't quite see the end. They did, however, spot a clearing in the middle of that forest of computer towers, and they headed in that direction, looking at the silent, twitching, helmeted beings with a mix of feelings spacing from disgust to pity.

Dozens upon dozens of people had been wired into those machines and their silent, blind, twitching bodies made even the two goddesses feel uneasy as they made their way to the open space in the middle of the room. Light came from that area, and when they got closer they realized that much of it came from a massive holographic map projected above the floor, showing much of the ocean around the Judge in a tridimensional representation that displayed even the seabed and the underwater contacts picked up by the Judge's immense hull sonar. Now, of course, the sea and the skies around the Judge were completely empty, and considering how crowded they had been just minutes earlier, any mortal without a Spirit device in his spine would have gone insane with despair at the sight of that desolation.

Multi-screen computer consoles were arrayed all around the map, and bulky, muscular tigers in the ridiculously elaborate and expensive white uniforms of Alfaya's navy stood near their chairs, aiming sub-machine guns and pistols at the two goddesses in a pathetic last stand. They had been allowed to keep some of their humanity and their bodies didn't look modified or mutilated like those of the computer-minds, but their expression and the fact that they still thought it possible to resist made it plenty obvious that the Spirit device was clamped on their spines.

Mriya spotted a few of those high officers still sitting at their consoles, probably busy trying to erase the computer's memories and any data file of some relevance, so she focused her attention on them first of all, seizing them in deadly psychic grips and yanking them out of their seats, throwing them across the vast room like they were ragdolls, shooting down the long aisles between the supercomputers and slamming into the distant armoured wall with sick, wet, sinister crunches.

Elaine sprinted forwards with a snicker, towering over the officers firing uselessly against her, and she swung out a muscular, almighty arm with a cackle, flexing as tremendous blades and spikes of darkness-metal jutted out of her limb and ripped into and through their bodies, turning four of the bulky tigers into nothing but shreds of meat and gore that splattered loudly across the room, before she smashed her fist through the head of a fifth, decapitating him in an explosion of blood and then grabbing yet another by the top of his head, laughing as she crushed him downwards and immediately caused his body to burst apart as his spine bent in a hundred different ways, collapsing on itself and causing the vertebrae to splinter apart like grenades, before his legs burst apart in much the same fashion as his bones tore one into the other, crushed by her terrifying strength. Elaine cackled, watching as the bulky warrior seemed to turn into liquid before her, becoming a large, ugly stain on the floor, before she swung her long, muscular leg up and hook-kicked three other officers, chopping them in half at waist-to-chest height, sending pieces of bloody meat tearing across the room.. The dragoness snickered as she mockingly stabbed her finger through the belly of another officer, easily yanking upwards and cutting him in half like he was made of paper, and as she stormed literally through the pieces of his body she mockingly yanked another muscular male forwards, sending him falling to his knees in front of her just she could catch him between her mighty, bulging thighs as she gracefully moved past. A look at the size of her bulging quads was enough for the officer, Spirit device or not, to yell in terror, clawing into the floor to get away from her... but there was no chance to, and she smirked as she gave him a little squeeze between her legs, severing his body into two as his ribcage exploded into watery gore staining her great muscles. She had already stepped past and seized another officer by the throat, hefting him skywards and then using her other hand to seize his hip, listening to his delightful scream of horror and agony as the Spirit device burned out with the overload of violent emotions... just before she ripped, breaking him into two and dismissively tossing away the pieces.

"I need more..." The goddess growled, glaring at the sea of blood and gore around her even as she ran her bloodied hands down her body, streaking her armour of darkness with lines of red juice, painting her cheeks and finally licking her fingers with a hungry snarl. "This is too easy. Boring. I need more and better prey!"

"This old man is not going to provide us with any entertainment..." Mriya muttered as she walked up to a large, comfortable chair surrounded by computer screens. The commander of the Judge was trembling in it, completely drenched in blood and gore, his white uniform now crimson and heavy with stinking fluids of death. His chest was covered in multi-colored ribbons, each one representing a medal he had been awarded, but they now were virtually indistinguishable, all painted deep red. The rank insignia on his shoulders and on the neck of his uniform signaled that he had been elevated to lord of the seas, a rank above the normal "admiral", and his trembling hand held a silvery, wildly elaborated heavy handgun with a handle of precious pearl and gold. Cerberus had showered him in praise and medals and money in reward of his achievements at the head of the fleet, but even he hadn't escaped the addition of a Spirit device to his nervous system, and now he looked pained and confused and lost as that same device sizzled and electricity crackled out of the back of his neck, making his whole body spasm violently.

Mriya loomed over him, beautiful and deadly, otherworldly as darkness coated her skin and her hair glowed, looking like fire of an impossible, hellish, spectacular red. The warships-turned-trinkets glowed like stars over her dark, metallic skin, and the admiral's lips trembled as he breathlessly begged for mercy and babbled words of shock while his eyes bulged, fixed on all his ships, gone and lost forever. She was too much to contemplate, too much to understand, too great to be ever properly worshipped, and the shock was such that his emotions burned the Spirit device out, setting his mind free for the first time in years.

He mouthed words that had no sound other than a tiny meow of fear, his body trembling and spasming as he held the huge handgun loosely aimed against her but didn't even dare to try and squeeze the trigger, until the goddess leaned down with a laugh and seized his hand, yanking it forwards until the heavy pistol was pressed against her glorious breast, over the heart. "Come on, bitch, shoot. Shoot all you like." Mriya teased, and when he only whimpered in terror she snorted in contempt and easily pushed his finger back until the gun barked once, twice, thrice, making him jump in his seat, gaping and trembling, sweating and staring at her in horror and apology. The large bullets shattered uselessly against her huge, firm breast, only making her snicker in amusement before she easily took the pistol out of his grip, studied it for a moment and then crushed it in her hand, snorting in contempt when the remaining bullets exploded and easily crumpling it down into a little ball of scrap metal.

She idly tossed it away, grinning as the admiral finally managed to find a tiny little bit of voice to pathetically beg: "Mistresses, my empresses, please, mercy... please, have mercy... I surrender, but please spare me..."

Mriya snorted in contempt and effortlessly yanked it out of the command chair and sent him crashing on his knees on the floor, remarking briskly: "Of course you surrender. You make it sound like you had another option..." She smirked, letting the weight of her power crush him into the dirt, studying him idly and finally musing: "Can you tell me anything useful, I wonder...?"

"Anything you want, Mistress! Any and every thing you command!" The sea lord hurriedly promised, looking up at her with eyes full of tears, before he fell silent with a squeak of pain and fear as she grabbed his skull and forced his head back, grumbling: "Shut up, bitch. I'm not interested in the story of your life... I'll know right away if you can be useful or not." Mriya paused for a moment, paging through his memories with psychic fingers than made him twitch and spasm in pain and fear, but everything that might have been interesting kept coming up in defective and fragmented fashion: the Spirit device had crudely cancelled the until she tossed him away with a snort, muttering: "Of course, you are useless. What a surprise. Should have seen that coming."

"But Mistress, please... give me a chance...!" The sea "lord" cried, but Mriya only turned around and sat down in what had been his command chair, stretching lazily and extending her long, spectacular legs, lightly kicking him over and then pushing the sole of her boot right in his face, overwhelming him with the thick, vile mixture of blood, gore and assorted organic remains that caked the spiked sole, smearing that foul gunk all over his features as she lazily stretched and yawned, lazily commanding: "Respect the muscle, bitch."

The above-admiral did not need to be told again. His hands tremblingly reached up to massage and worship her spectacular, massive calves, his fingers unable to resist the temptation of gripping, tasting, exploring the perfection of those invulnerable muscles, and at the same time he began to lick the blood off her soles, trembling violently as he forced himself into swallowing that filthy mixture of ruin and death, part of him wondering helplessly about how many crewmembers were crushed together into hat thick paste of gore. It made him gargle and retch, but he did his best to silence his struggles and swallow it all back down, forcing himself into following her orders.

Mriya smirked and reached over for the swiveling arm of the chair, covered in computers and screens, which completed the command position. While the old captain of the Judge worked hard with his tongue, slurping up chunks of gore, Mriya murred in entertainment and began cracking the defences of the Judge's systems, seeking into their electronic memories what had been well and truly erased from the minds of the enslaved, half-cyborg crewmembers.

Elaine made her way towards a large bank of consoles which, even with her limited understanding of naval technology, gave off clear sonar vibes. Mass deletion of files was underway, but Mriya and her immediately started working around the server's defences to interrupt the procedure. She spent a few moments looking at the screen and at the special keyboard, trying to make sense of the RA's combat management system. She had enough knowledge of the Empire's own systems to quickly pick up the many things that were similar, if not identical, and after getting lost in a few unwanted menus and windows, she managed to get to more interesting data. The computer kept erasing tons of information with every second that passed, but thankfully the software had been written in a time when the secrets of the immense and super-powerful Judge were absolutely invaluable and had to be protected at all costs, which meant that the first things to be cancelled were her plans, the data about her onboard systems, sensors and weapons, and entire functions of the combat system itself, to ensure that no one could ever take control of the Judge or, worse, build copies of her. Mriya and Elaine, however, had at most some personal curiosity about the Judge's stats and data. They didn't need to know her secrets to crumple it up like a piece of paper and dump her. Their power level made the platform puny and irrelevant anyway.

What Mriya sought, instead, was a history of the messages to and from the Judge, and a history of her navigation. Where did she come from? Where is her home port? Where did they build her and where would they refit and rearm her? Those were the real questions that the two goddesses wanted to see answered.

"The military is the military. Whatever the country, some things just do not change." Elaine idly commented, getting with relative ease to a summary of past anti-submarine warfare actions and messages carried out by the Judge and by her escort vessels. She quickly scanned the list, and the first thing on it was the last message exchanged with the Sentence, a GERTRUDE underwater phone call. "The Sentence broke formation and headed north to get out of the danger area..." Elaine announced, summarizing the content of the message. "The Audacious gave them hell, and they couldn't get a good fix on it. It inflicted so much damage that the Sentence decided to leave."

"That's good." Mriya replied, looking up from her screen for a brief moment. They couldn't find the Audacious, and decided to split formation to try and save the High Value Target. The Audacious was definitely not sunk, then... at least not while the Sentence and the Judge could still exchange messages.

"Anything there that can help us locate the Sentence...?"

"Not quite. The last contact with the Sentence is old. When it got out of GERTRUDE range, all direct communications ceased. We were right, though. The Judge acted as antenna for the Sentence. There was a near constant exchange of messages up to that point." Elaine replied, going through the messages. It became immediately evident that the main addressee of the communications was Sikanjal. "Sikanjal definitely was on board the Sentence. She was kept up to date about the battle in Alfaya... and ordered towards the Ice Eden at the right moment."

Elaine tried to ascertain where the messages for Sikanjal originated from, but the system was very carefully engineered to not keep track of that. It only identified the satellite and used codes to ensure that it was talking to the right one; for the rest it kept no information. The goddess cursed under her breath, then opened up another page and went through the history of the ASW aircraft missions sent out from the Judge and from the escorting aircraft carriers. She was rewarded with a map covered by an infinite number of patterns; red lines that crossed so many times on the screen to make it all appear like a stain, an entanglement without any logic. Each aircraft and helicopter out on the hunt for submarines, after all, literally went back and forth through an allocated sector of sky and sea, over and over again. There was a gigantic tangle of search patterns in the middle of the RA formation, around and near the Judge, and it was clear that they had been desperately trying to get a sonar fix on the Audacious. Elaine tried to filter out some of the patterns and zoomed in to get a clearer idea, but it was almost impossible: the tracks were too many. She lost interest in that first tangle, anyway, as her eyes caught sight of a second, elongated tangle of patterns heading towards the north, away from the surface formation.

She frowned, studying those: there were numerous tracks of long-range ASW aircraft flying over the ocean in a wide front, clearly "sanitizing" the waters ahead of the Sentence while keeping their formation wide enough to make it impossible to understand where the super-submarine actually was... but at some point an hostile contact had clearly been picked up again, and a new search had begun in earnest, with a dozen aircraft converging on the area and flying back and forth in regular patterns. She immediately tried to bring up a history of the messages exchanged between the aircraft and suddenly froze in the chair, repressing a shiver of horror as her eyes instinctively went right for the "SUB SUNK" claimed by one of the aircraft. Her heart skipped a beat, but then she moved back up towards the most recent messages and found some relief in finding mentions of another sonar contact. "Apparently, the Audacious managed to at once badly damage the Sentence and then fake its own death." She announced, and Mriya looked up with a frown, made in almost equal measure of confusion and admiration. Before she could ask explanations about the matter, though, the dragoness added: "But the Sentence found out, in the end. According to the last messages, they have sent a boarding team on the Audacious and have taken the submarine in tow."

"Fucking hell." Mriya muttered, cursing under her breath. "Any indication about where they are now?"

"No..." Mriya whispered, biting her lower lip as she frantically searched through the messages and the functions of the combat management system, trying to bring up extra information. The second chase had ended, and the aircraft had resumed their original wide-spaced formation. The Sentence could have taken any direction in the meanwhile, meaning that finding her still involved searching hundreds of thousands of square miles of sea. She opened a messaging window and an old message, and tried to emulate the style and code words, writing a fake status update request and sending it out to every aircraft... but none of them responded. Instead, they turned off their data links and transponders and vanished from her screen. "Fuck it..." The goddess grumbled, slapping the keyboard away and standing up from her seat, growling in frustration. "They know we are here, and won't report anything. We can begin searching in the area of the last RA air search as that gives us a good starting point... but it still means covering hundreds of thousands of miles of ocean. The Sentence could be anywhere!"

Mriya made a grimace, but said nothing. No matter how difficult it would be, they were still going to try, of course. They did not plan on abandoning the Audacious and all the loyal people inside it. Elaine made her way back to the admiral's chair and sat down on its armrest, grunting in annoyance and glaring down at the crying lord of the seas huddled miserably beneath Mriya's mighty legs, offering his body as foot fest, his face buried under the sole of one of the goddess's boots. The dragoness snorted in contempt, then lazily stretched out her own glorious legs, resting one across his lower back and slamming the other boot onto his skull, making him whimper miserably but immediately shift so he could kiss and lick her bloody sole as well, going from one goddess to the other, his face pale and covered in streaks of cold sweat.

"Any luck with finding out where does this big-ass ship come from?" Elaine idly asked, glaring down at the humiliated admiral, amazed by how empty his head was. The Spirit had erased most of his memory and forced his brain to only ever focus on tactics and strategies and nothing else. He knew plenty about his ships and their moves during the battle... but paradoxically nothing about life ashore. It was like he had only ever functioned when the Judge was out at sea and sailing into battle. And, horribly, she realized that it probably was exactly what had happened. Probably the ships precipitates the guy right into fucking stasis as soon as his mind is not needed for tactical decisions...

Mriya nodded, then brought up a variety of maps, opening them in windows on the screen, putting them all side by side. They were a history of the routes that the Judge had followed in her various sorties... and, Elaine immediately noticed, they all shared the same point of origin, just outside the limit of the Antarctic floating ice. "Holy shit." Elaine muttered, staring at the maps with a grimace. "Are you telling me that they truly built this whole fleet, like... underwater?"

Mriya nodded, even though her face betrayed the same kind of amazement. "Not just underwater, but under the Antarctic pack ice as well. No wonder none of our sensors ever picked up anything."

"How the hell do you build a whole fleet of warships under the fucking pack...? It's insane!" Elaine incredulously commented, shaking her head slowly and then exclaiming: "And before building the ships they must have built the infrastructure; and carried hundreds of thousands of steel, components, tools, machinery, weapons, stores... It's... it's un-fucking-belieavable."

"It is... And yet, that's how it is." Mriya quietly replied, trying to find further confirmations, looking in the files to see if there was anything which could explain how it had been possible... but without much luck. That kind of data was unlikely to be stored on the warship, but rather somewhere back in the yard that had built her. "They must have used a lot of submarines. The only way to move stuff without the rest of the world noticing. Complex and ridiculously expensive, but... money has never been a problem for the Rajas."

"But they must have built said submarine-cargo platforms somewhere. We would have known! The work to build up the underwater yards must have started decades ago, at the very least... before the Fog of War obscured our vision of Alfaya. So, where did they build those...?" Elaine retorted, simply unable to believe what she was seeing on the screens.

Mriya made a grimace, biting her lower lip and thinking, trying to find a reasonable explanation... and finally remembering a discussion between Siegfried and their father, during which some wild guesses had been put together, including bases on the seabed and facilities in orbit around the planet. Suddenly, it was clear that Killer and Siegfried were much closer to the solution of the mystery than they had dared believing.

"Remember when uncle Cold said that it made no sense for Alfaya to build all those huge ballistic missile submarines when they were basically already covered by Ire's nuclear umbrella anyway...?" Mriya idly mused, using the same nickname for Siegfried that her mother always employed.

"I do." Elaine easily replied, before huffing a bit, rolling her eyes as she muttered: "Crap. Does it mean we have to tell him he was right...? Are you saying that those submarines never actually carried missiles at all...? He's never going to shut up about it if it turns out he was right."

"Afraid he was." Mriya confirmed. "SSBNs are huge. If the space normally reserved for the missile tubes is left open, each one can carry a whole lot of cargo... They have built their underwater cargo-ships right under our eyes. Hidden in plain sight."

"Fucking hell." Elaine muttered, shaking her head slowly and finally saying: "Well, at least we know where to go next." She paused, then traded a gaze with her sister, winking suggestively. They grinned sharkishly, and turned their glowing eyes down to the trembling sea lord, who shuddered violently at the realization of what was about to happen, and he looked up with his face streaked with tears as he miserably begged: "P-please... my mistresses... n-no... p-please... I'll do anything, everything you want...! I... I will b-be a good... slave... just let me live... please, let me..."

The two muscular females only grinned as they stood up in unison, and their feet settled down upon the puny mortal, crushing him flat into the metallic floor, turning him into a ugly crimson stain as his body crunched and squelched apart, pulped organs bursting out of his flattened torso and obliterated skull.

The two goddesses took a moment to grind their feet on the spot, smearing him out of existence for good, and then walked out of the CIC. Within moments they were back outside, looking down at the Judge from hundreds of feet above even her tallest mast. Titanic Horrors approached from all sides, dwarfing the great warship with their hideous, pestilent, magnificent forms bulging with almighty muscles and armored against any kind of offense and disease. Their immense tentacle-cocks, hints of Killer's own unmatched virility, cast the battleship in their shadows and sent meteors of dark, mighty cum smashing into the sea around the hull, making it look weak, frail... and doomed.

Mriya smirked at the sight of those great behemoths, and Elaine licked her lips slowly, eager to grapple with them and barely sparing a glance for the Judge as Mriya lazily stretched out her arm and turned her hand palm-down, her fingers crackling with energy. The great RA super-ship was shrunken down rapidly, just as easily as all other vessels, and before floating helplessly up into Mriya's hand, the warship had already turned into solid gold.

The two goddesses traded a grin as they surveyed the quality of that special golden trinket, and then Mriya attached it to her belt, flexing her great muscles as her eyes fixed on the advancing Horrors. "Hello, boys... Hurry up, it's not proper to keep two ladies like us waiting."

Killer snarled in angry, ferocious, destructive pleasure, grinning as he idly flexed his monstrous body, the tyrant mocking the world around him with the insane amount of power packed in every last fiber of his being, his strength only ever growing more monstrous, no matter what Cerberus and Thanathos tried.

He thrust forwards with his hips, slowly but with tremendous, unstoppable force, rumbling in his vast, masculine chest as he forced his cock deeper inside a shattering, shuddering body that was clearly not meant to deal with anything as enormous and powerful as his godshaft. Persephone looked up at him with eyes that glowed with terrible eagerness, with terrible pleasure as she grabbed the shoulders of the breathlessly, silently howling alien goddess that was being split apart on his immense shaft. Her abdomen had already burst apart and remains of pulped, destroyed organs hang out of her, dangling at the end of bloody trails of flesh and tissue... and he rumbled in delight as he slowly, almost teasingly chewed on a long rope of an organ that closely resembled a gut, even though his function was probably different. He did not care; he liked the taste and the warmth of the blood and of the raw flesh. Persephone, wrapped in several coils of the same organ like they were nothing but a decoration, guided his food into his jaws, caressing his muzzle, worshipfully stroking his bloodied chin as vital fluids streaked down it.

The poor victim caught between them trashed violently, uncontrollably, but it only meant that her body broke apart all the faster around his titanic black shaft. It was a column, a tower, an endless, world-shattering titan, only semi-hard and yet harder than steel and impossibly huge. He thrust forwards slowly, mockingly, burying more and more of his monstrous hypervirility inside her, listening to her gargling, broken shrieks as her organs were crushed and pulped and maimed, ground into nothing but lube around his girth, while her hide stretched outwards grotesquely, ripping, struggling to stay whole and not just burst apart as her insides were demolished and pushed up through her chest as she was brutally reshaped from goddess into nothing but a ruined, ripped condom.

She was not the first, nor the last. Persephone was sparing no effort to ensure that he could enjoy some good "food" between a torture session and another.

And he was mercilessly hate-fucking his food, taking out his rage on them, trying to satiate some of his endless hungers with them and using the distraction to forget the agony he was constantly put through. He was more than surviving: he was growing even stronger day after day. But that didn't mean he was happy, safe, or that he was winning. In his position, his constant growth was at least as much of a curse as it was a blessing.

Torturing Killer and cutting him to pieces to study his body and the mystery of his limitless growth was making him stronger and more terrible with every session. His wounds healed up between a session and another even though the RA scientists were "visiting" far more frequently. But he didn't just heal, no... he grew, he evolved, he became stronger and even more terrible. His body generated new muscle, new tentacles, new mutations to fill the gaps in his flesh, and when they had tried cutting him up to have him bleeding dry, his body had started replacing normal blood with the same thick, powerful, hypervirile, corruptive, incandescent sludge that oozed from his cock and that could make its way into his sweat in moments of particular excitement or intense rage. The torture was bringing out the monster, a beast that dwarfed all others, who made the Devil seem like a paltry, weak, puny bad boy in a classroom of pansies. "Devil"... ah! That was so pathetic and inadequate. He was so much, much more. His corruption was spreading through the entire tower, replacing the undead creation of Thanathos with a far more vigorous overgrowth of tentacles and mouths, grotesque jaws lined with terrible fangs. The walls of his cell were not only mutating from floor to roof, but were allowing the corruption to spread through the rest of the tower. The alarms had been turned off because at that point they blared constantly: Cerberus and his allies and servants were constantly busy trying to prevent the whole planet from mutating and turning into a monstrosity commanded by the beast. Containing Killer was becoming more and more difficult with each minute that passed, and every few hours some more alien gods walked into the cell to smash huge pikes of energy-absorbing metal deep into his body, trying to keep him drained enough to be restrained. Even more chains now burdened his limbs, and at regular intervals his cell became an inferno of chemical and magical fire as technology and old arts combined their forces to burn down his spreading corruption, preventing the growing tentacles and monstrosities in the wall from growing too much, from becoming a forest that would split the tower apart and crack the world to set its Master free.

Whenever Cerberus and Thanathos stepped into the cell, Killer could see the fear in their eyes, the fear that all their hard work and hopes would be shattered. The terror that Killer might simply grow too strong to be restrained in any way, and that he might tear free of his crystal cross before they were done discovering and reproducing his secrets. That fear was fuel that Killer greedily drank up whenever he had a chance to do so: he acted like the torture sessions only gave him pleasure, and welcomed even the most terrible mutilation with nothing but hisses of hunger, growling in dark pleasure as he mocked them about how much better he would re-grow, how much stronger he would be once regenerated.

And the best part, or worst, depending on how he looked at the matter, was that he did not need much effort to look and sound credible. Part of him was actually starting to love the pain, to crave the wounds they inflicted on him, to spur on greatest and more terrible growth and evolution. Even Requiem Aeternam, the legendary scythe of Death, was starting to rot away, its eternal non-metal losing its luster and all but cracking at the edge as the thick, terrifying corruption soaked its vast blade, spreading through it in black streaks that showed through the metal like swollen, sick veins under pale skin.

But for all his growing strength, for all his sturdiness, Killer still felt the pain very, very clearly. The agony was real and endless, and the pain and anguish squeezed on his brain like a gigantic hand determined to burst his head apart like a rotten tomato. He was losing control of his body and, worse by far, of his sanity. The little bubble made of memories and thoughts of escape and precious self-awareness was becoming smaller and smaller, shrinking under the tremendous pressure of the darkness mounting inside him. The rage, the fear, the pain were all feeding the monster and causing his mind to cloud up, staining his thoughts with the same kind of irrational, destructive hunger that had guided him in the past, in those infamous years of extreme selfishness and unjustified ferocity. It was becoming difficult to visualize his home, to remember the details of the faces and expressions of his loved ones. He was reverting to a beast, guided by primal desires and inspired by nothing but thoughts of revenge.

It was a race against time. Cerberus and Thanathos were terrified by the very real possibility of losing it, but as much as he put up a brave face, Killer was just as scared, and probably more. He knew what kind of nightmarish monster lurked inside him and he was worried that he would soon be consumed by it.

There were many ways in which Killer could lose the race. First of all, despite his best efforts to resist and in spite of their worries, Cerberus and Thanathos were actually making rapid progress at that point. The scientists were visibly excited as well, and their visits had become much more frequent as they explored, with sickening enthusiasm, everything from his genetic code to the non-flesh fibers which made up his tentacles and the incredible muscle that made him so powerful and almost invulnerable. He didn't even know what they were doing to him anymore; he was no longer lucid enough to localize one pain in particular in the ocean of agony that was his only permanent companion in that nightmare. His eyes were open and stared at their working blades and tools as they dug deep into his flesh and into his sliced-open organs, but he could no longer truly see. His mind had trouble processing the images and making sense of them. It was clear that the scientists were excited, though, and that they were making rapid progress. Both Cerberus and Thanathos were covered in new scars and fresh surgical wounds and even with his dazed, damaged mind Killer could understand that they were bigger and stronger than before. They too were rapidly evolving and growing more powerful. They were infecting their bodies with Killer's corruption, with his almighty, ever-evolving, ever-hunger essence... It was a dangerous game, because the smallest of mistakes could turn them into mindless beasts or, even more likely, into thralls completely controlled by the Master, by the source of all that power. The scientists had, at least up to that point, been successful in ensuring that the mutant tissue and fluids and genes were purged of Killer's energies, and much as he had tried, the liger had been unable to affect the two gods in any way.

Soon enough, Cerberus and Thanathos might achieve parity, if not evolve beyond his power and possibilities... and that meant game over for him and for everyone else. If that happened, Killer could be expected to be killed, or consumed like nothing but food, and the rest of the universes, even with his Disciples guarding it, would have been helpless before their monstrous powers.

It was also possible that Killer would grow too strong and too monstrous to be contained, and in that case Cerberus and Thanathos and everything fighting alongside them would be quickly devoured like candy. But could that ever be considered a victory? Losing his mind, becoming a mindless monster with no awareness of friend and enemy, of right and wrong? A feral beast guided only by his primal hungers. Killer shivered at the thought, thinking that possessing ultimate, limitless, absolute power by being a slave to it was the ultimate form of weakness. Could anybody ever claim to be truly strong if he lacked enough self-control to chose his path and stick to it? Besides, Darkness lurked somewhere within him as well. Black Killer still insisted on staying silent, but he was not gone. He was probably just waiting for his chance to take over and steal his body away, locking him away in some dark corner of his own mind... or worse.

And there was at least another way for him to lose everything, despite his strength having reached highs he had never even dreamt of: he could fall victim of Persephone's seduction. The goddess had only got more and more shameless after her first visit, and she was also steadily getting bolder, sneaking into his cell even though the scientists and even her husband himself constantly went back and forth from the laboratory. The first few times it had been pretty easy for her to know when to move in and have some time to tease and delight the prisoner, but after that, things had gotten frenzied and now every time she slid inside his little inferno they were both very aware that Thanathos could walk in on them truly in any moment.

The risk only seemed to make her more ravenous, however, and she was taunting her husband more and more openly, to the point that she was almost telling it straight to his face now. Killer got a special thrill out of it, but whenever he was lucid enough to think through the matter, he couldn't help but wonder when Thanathos was going to snap, and what he was going to do at that point. It was painfully clear that Thanathos knew the truth but literally still tried to tell himself that he was just seeing things. He was living in a fantasy world, so enthralled by the beauty and sensuality of Persephone to deny the evidence, to pretend he was blind, deaf and unable to smell. Persephone, on her part, taunted him in the most overt and monstrous of ways, just short of fucking Killer right in front of his face. After spending time in Killer's cell, Persephone refused to even try washing away his mighty scent, the masculine stench of hypervirility, of strength, of power, of blood, of sex and also of filth, since the only thing cleaning up Killer's body since he had been imprisoned was Persephone's tongue. She showered and bathed to get the thick cum and the filth out of the way, but his godly scent couldn't be hidden, couldn't even be diminished or masked by so little. Balsams and perfumes were not enough either. Magic would have been required... but even assuming there was any way at all to wash his god-stench away, she had no intention of searching for it. She wore his scent with pride, looking at herself in the mirror with something like awe, delighting in the way his touch, his presence, his mark already made her look and feel like something more, something higher, something truly divine. Who could ever wash the scent of the one and only Alpha off? Moreover, why would anyone wish to do that?

Killer couldn't help but grin a little at the thought of how she walked all the time with that thick scent radiating off her. When he had seen Persephone and Thanathos together, the liger had been able to see Thanathos's nostrils all but flaring open wider to sniff that stench up, even though the god's nostrils were literally just holes in his skeletal, cursed face. The flames in Thanathos's eyes had shuddered, burned brighter, exploded with rage... and then they had receded, almost vanishing away, replaced by darkness. By suffering. The god of Death was truly and helplessly in love with Persephone, enough to be almost crushed by the pain of awareness... while at the same time refusing to accept reality.

He just stood there, trembling in rage but unable to react, because reacting would be admitting that Persephone was not his, never had been and never would be. Thanathos just stood there, sniffing in shock. Unmistakable, powerful, brutal stench that left nothing to the imagination.

Persephone was losing control and restraint, cheating death - Uhu. Puns... - in ways that would inexorably led to disaster at some point. Had the scent not been enough, she had started to only half-way redo her makeup, which meant she constantly walked around with her cheeks streaked and stained, showing the course that her tears had followed, and showing the rivulets of cum, of cocksludge, of fluids of all kinds that had turned her face in a grotesque mask of sluttish abandon.

Thanathos could not have missed the fact that she was a used and abused whore and wasn't even trying to hide it, but still he said nothing.

Persephone laughed about it, but clearly she was getting overconfident. The clothes she wore barely managed to hide the KO-shaped scars she had torn into her own flesh at the end of each visit to Killer. Her dresses were getting shorter, her cleavages more open, her back was almost entirely exposed... and when the fabric bent the slightest way out of place, the KO marks became visible, fully or in part.

Cerberus, who wasn't blinded by desperate love, looked at Persephone with disgust and was actively trying to shut her out of the operations, clearly considering her as a danger to their plans. Killer half-expected him to organize an "accident" for her, but he clearly wasn't ready to risk Thanathos's fury by killing her. Despite the evident rage and the complete distaste at her presence in the tower, Cerberus couldn't say much: anything he might say was angrily shouted down by a furious, irrational, obsessed Thanathos who insisted on believing in a Persephone that did not exist and never existed.

A race towards destruction had begun, pitting Killer against Persephone: he was trying to break her definitively, and clearly he was being successful. But in return, he could feel his control, his very conscience slipping rapidly away from him as she teased, taunted, tempted him, used her body and her soul, her seduction and her shameless, limitless cruelty to vow him and make him obsessed with her, to fill his mind with nothing but her and hunger and need for her. And that too was working. Among everything else, Killer was losing himself in lust. She was beautiful, she was fertile, she could fake the innocence of a baby and fuck with enough skill and ferocity to make any whore pale in shame. She was limitless in her hunger and in her eagerness to serve him in any and all way, sacrificing everything and everyone to him and for him. At first she had denied him her soaked, needy sex, telling him that she needed his love, she needed his loyalty, she needed him to accept her and make her the center of his universe before she could impale herself on his gigantic cock. She had washed his monstrous shaft with her hot nectar; she had stood before him, back to the wall, legs spread wide, muscles spasming and trembling in delight and hunger as she spread her soaked labia and masturbated for him, moaning, groaning, crying in bliss and need as her eyes wandered up and down his godlike, perfect, magnificent body, her gaze so intense that he could feel it on his skin, warm and soft like a caress, needy and hungry like a squeeze on his huge muscles and immense cock. Persephone was a record-breaking squirter, at least in Killer's presence: she came, and came, and came again, her whole body shuddering out of control and hips bucking wildly while she sprayed out fountains of pearly juice that arched across the room and rained down on him and into his open mouth. She had tried to break him, she had posed and danced and played with herself in any and all ways; she had filled crystal chalices with her nectar and had offered them to him, convinced that he was going to beg at some point... but Killer had resisted, taunting her back, towering over her like the absolute Alpha he was, and Persephone had drooled at the sight of his growing, evolving, endless power, staring at that immense, monstrous black cock aimed at her like a spear, a great tower of semi-hard obsidian flesh so massive, so heavy, that it could barely bear its own weight, always bent downwards under its own behemotic mass as it grew outwards, stretching out and out, reaching an imposing, fantastic distance away from his muscular body, feet upon feet of unholy, godbeastly cock, obscene and impossible, bulging with thick veins and jutting with cruel barbs, its tremendous length ridged and its colossal girth made even scarier by a massive medial ring that gave her the chills. Killer was chained and nailed to a cross, wounded and pierced by countless energy-draining stakes and blades, and yet his body flexed powerfully, steam blowing out of his nostrils as he loomed over everything and everyone, making her feel small and vulnerable, making her spasm helplessly and pour out her juices for him, unable to resist. His immense cock seemed to glare down at her with its single, large "eye", refusing to grow to full, impossible glory, refusing to ever grow more than just half-hard even as it sweated and oozed a thick, bubbling dark sludge of tremendous, unmatched hypervirility. Killer had grinned down at her in silence, and just allowed her to stare as his body pulsed and flexed, his muscles bulging with unstoppable, absolute power, letting her wonder about his strength as the hulking musculature of his form only ever grew greater and more perfect even though he was tortured, wounded, poisoned and left without food and water. Whatever they did to him didn't matter: he only ever got stronger, and visit after visit let her staring at the mutations that only augmented his power and his dark magnificence: enormous fangs and spikes of bones pushing out of his wounds, lining his back with a segmented, infernal array of "blades" that tore into the cross of crystal and threatened to shatter it; the swollen, pulsing nodes growing inside his wounds, turning infections into evolution; the cable-like fibers of flesh and muscle that grew rapidly to close his wounds and replace them with new muscle, with every last strand of fiber flailing at the air like a mini-tentacle, harder than steel and able to grow at will...the large, massive tentacle-cocks pushing out of his back again and again even as he was showered with magma and chemical fire every few minutes to cut down those growths and mutations that made him dangerous, and every other ripple and flex of his massive, omnipotent form. He was chaos and evolution, he was pestilence and perfection, he was beautiful and terrible. He was greater than God and more monstrous than the Devil. And Persephone had shattered, squirting her loins dry as power rippled through the air around him, making the world tremble and warp and causing her body to burn with desperate need.

She had started bringing him food. Live, wiggling food with plump breasts and perfect bodies and dripping holes. Persephone's otherworldly beauty and seduction worked perfectly even on fellow women, and she had little difficulty approaching some of the alien goddesses that made up the garrison. She kissed them, seduced them, burned out their Spirit devices... and then convinced them to visit the prisoner, to see the almighty beast, the monster crucified and chained up in the tower. He was a sight to behold and something fun to touch... and no, it was completely safe! He was chained up, wasn't he...?

The first time she brought him two. Killer didn't know what planet they were from, but even though their "hair" was actually a crown of semi-solid flesh and they walked on long, thin legs ending in three-digit toe-talons, they were beautiful. Slender, almost ridiculously so, young-looking, even though he had no idea what their actual age might be, with perky, ripe little breasts and spectacular bubble asses. Their thin waists had made him lick her lips with hunger: it was like being in the south all over again, surrounded by pretty little things who had waists sometime literally narrower than his terrifying girth. Small and frail; a delicious combination. They would not last long, but did it ever feel good to destroy them, to see their bodies bulge and burst apart as he thrust his cock inside them, trying to guess how far he'd get before they burst like balloons. The two goddesses had stumbled inside his cell with sparkling eyes and gaping mouths, blushing and staring at his naked, enormous, massive, hulking body and at that colossal cock which throbbed hungrily in welcome, even though it refused to harden any further, seemingly snubbing their beauty, deeming it insufficient. They were left staring at him with such awe that they didn't realize that Persephone had closed the fleshy door behind them, grinning eagerly up at him as she blurted: "I thought you'd be... hungry. Hope you like exotic tastes..."

The two goddesses had trembled and attempted to turn around to flee, but Persephone had laughed and pushed them both towards Killer, and a look from him was enough to crush every attempt of resistance, literally smashing the two females down to their knees and suffocating their screams before they could even get out of their throats. He easily dominated them, intoxicating them with his mighty scent and leaving them drooling at both ends even as their hearts raced and made their chests heave frantically with the fear. He had ordered them to reach for Requiem Aeternam, of course, and they had obeyed, grabbing the weapon that stuck out of his chest and pulling on it, trying to yank it out of his flesh, but the scythe had ferociously punished them for it, unleashing crackling discharges of malignant energy that had sent both females flying, their bodies smoldering as they crashed heavily on the floor. Killer himself had recoiled with a hiss of pain and frustration, his wounds smoldering as the malignant energy attempted to burn him from inside, running along his nerves and causing his great muscles to spasm uncontrollably for a moment... but he had angrily shaken it off and ordered them back to their feet, told them to yank that scythe out, no matter the cost. They had mindlessly obeyed, even though their bodies still spasmed violently, the dark energies of the scythe consuming them from within. They had tried their best, but Requiem Aeternam was too much for them to handle, and Killer had watched with increasing rage and frustration as Persephone crossed her arms on her chest and laughed, her eyes glowing with savage satisfaction as the two alien goddesses failed to free him. He had hated her then. Truly hated her for denying him the freedom that was so tantalizingly close, and yet so far away. She had stepped in and had grabbed the two alien females, yanking them back, dragging them away from him when the dark fire had started burning through their flesh and scales, opening ugly wounds in their beautiful, exotic bodies. He had reacted with fury, with venomous rage, struggling against the cross that kept him imprisoned to try and tear free, to grab her skull and crush it like a rotten tomato... to seize Requiem and turn it into a crumpled, useless piece of scrap metal. But the scythe had punished him, draining even more force out of him... and Persephone had kissed his great abs, nuzzling the bulging hills of power and slowly kissing her way across her chest to finally whisper: "Come on, stud... they can't do it, no matter how many times you force them to try. You are only destroying your toys, big boy. Relax, and let me take care of you..."

He had snarled, he had growled, but Persephone had only smirked and grabbed the first goddess, yanking her up her feet and forcing her to turn around, her legs spread wide, her back arched as she sobbed and screamed, eyes open wide and glued to that immense, titanic black cock that loomed over her tiny vagina, dwarfing it, looking like a monster out of nightmares as his cock-maw, vast and arrogant, literally was larger than her tiny entrance.

He had rammed inside her with vengeful force, smashing her little vagina into pieces, obliterating it, turning it into a bloody chasm which cried out hot juice with an intense, pleasant scent about it that he could not forget but also could not quite describe. He remembered thrusting, hard, hate-fucking the alien goddess, grinning viciously as her whole body was rocked forwards with the power of his pistons as his girth split her pelvis apart and caused her bones to crunch and crack in sick, delicious ways, her blue blood incredibly hot and slick as it streaked down his immense shaft and spurted all the way up to his chest as he tore her abdomen apart. Persephone had grappled the goddess in a full nelson, grinning predatorily as she leaned down into her, pushing with all her strength and body weight to keep her lithe, light form from being smashed away by his thrusts. He was way too huge and massive and thick to penetrate her, but that only made it sweeter, only added to his pleasure as his girth forced her legs apart until they broke like twigs, before her loins simply caved in, crushed into a bloody, horrible chasm. His monstrous shaft had invaded her torso, bulging it grotesquely out of shape, and he had thrown his head back with a snarl of cruel delight as her internal organs turned out being frail, soft, and squishy, squelching out of her in the form of liquid gore as he gyrated his hips at the end of each powerful thrust, ramming them into nothing but pulp. It reminded him in a darkly delicious way of one of his guiltiest, most monstrous of pleasures: fucking pregnant bellies into infernal wastelands of gory destruction. Those alien beauties were not pregnant, or at least he didn't think they were, but their insides were deliciously... welcoming. He wasn't sure whether the females of that race had a womb or something comparable, but if they had one he didn't feel it. He had obliterated her passage and everything beyond it just by burying his colossal cockhead inside her lithe form, and it had been enough to heft her slender form clear off the ground, impaling her in a grotesque, bloody display as his immense girth stretched her in a fearsome way, showing clearly through her belly and through her back, together with her crumpled, shattered spine which was crushed completely out of shape and nearly burst out through her scales right at the first thrust. He had growled in vicious delight and enjoyed the incredible tightness and heat of that body, grinning savagely as he idly wondered about how that alien race reproduced. If males were supposed to push inside the females, the average penis size of their race had to be ludicrously microscopic when compared to his monstrous, excessive, overkill hypervirility. He had laughed mercilessly while ramming home another devastating thrust which pushed her little, plump, cute breasts outwards in a grotesque, terrible way, and her pulped organs had literally started bursting out of her mouth as they were pushed upwards into her throat. She was nothing but a limp, broken corpse, a grotesquely deformed sack of scales over containing pulped gore and crumbled bones at that point, but the nice thing about goddesses was that they held on to life a little longer. She was still choking, gargling, vomiting her own destroyed insides when Killer thrust forth for the third time, growling in dark delight at the monstrous, wet, squelching cacophony of destruction as her ribcage crumbled, pieces of bone tearing through her flesh as her body became nothing but a ripping condom hopelessly wrapped around a monstrously excessive girth.

Persephone had wrapped her arms around the dying, breaking female and had yanked her down to meet Killer's brutal thrust, and that slow, majestic, arrogant piston had completely obliterated the alien beauty. He remembered every detail of the scene, remembered the extreme tightness around his cock and the loud ripping of flesh as she bulged out, losing any appearance of humanity as her spine was pulverized and the humps of her vertebrae were replaced by the great hills caused by the glorious ridges of his merciless cock. He towered over her, and if she was a goddess he was something more, a monster that made the gods look like handicapped mortals and made the mortals disappear. He had grinned viciously, growling in delight at the way her form bulged out in the shape of his immense cock, torn completely out of proportion, ripping apart as the flesh and hide were stretched taunt, her scales falling off as he listened to her ribs snapping, cracking apart, forced up through her body and pushed out through her skin as they were ground to dust by his immense cock relentlessly bulldozing its way forwards. The other goddess had stared in horror and helpless awe, crying and trembling and yet unable to keep her traitorous body from burning with frenzied desire, her hot juices splattering down her legs as she mouthed silent cries, unable to give voice to a panic that had frozen her in place and nearly cancelled her brain's content. She had trembled violently and shrunk, huddling up in terror when Killer had teased: "I need to find your world... maybe if I rape all of you cunts, I can even get hard before the last of you is pulped. I hope there are many of you!"

She had screamed in horror when a huge blast of black, corruptive cocksludge had erupted from her friend's mouth, shattering her gracious muzzle and pushing out the pulped remains of her internal organs. At least, she tried to scream, but she was so terrified that not a sound made it out of her lips, even as she curled up under the heavy, brutal splatter of that same almighty precum and vile cock-filth. It quite literally glued her to the wall, crushing her down with its glorious, excessive weight... and she had pathetically tried to close her legs and slap back the monstrous, titanic sperms that crammed his essence full of terrible life.

The sperms' tails wrapped around her like the coils of pythons, so incandescent to burn crimson scars in her hide of smooth scales, and they had strangled her, and pinned her down, mocking her power, absorbing her magic almost with disdain when she weakly tried to blast them off her... and within moments she was swarmed over and savagely gang-raped by sperms with heads as thick as her ankle and with tails longer than her arms. They had smashed their way into her little sex, ripping it apart as they bulldozed their way inside in groups, four, five, up to eight at a time, fighting against each other and brutalizing her without any mercy, and she had helplessly stared with wide-open eyes at her belly as it bulged out monstrously with the mass of sperms buried inside, feeling them moving, feeling them devouring her insides... and within moments she was cripplingly pregnant, full of corrupt monstrosities and of other sperms which mercilessly punished her insides for their lack of capacity, for being unable to take more, to carry more new, corrupt lives. Persephone had stared at that in awe, drooling and humping the air as her sex cried tears of need and adoration... and the huge sperms had turned against her too, making her grunt and cry in masochistic pleasure as they scarred her legs, making their way up her thighs before brutally invading her soaked sex, causing her legs to bend and go weak at the knees. Persephone had let out a cry of agony which dripped with terrible, endless lust and her eyes had glowed with uncontrollable excitement as the alien goddess had let out her last gurgle and had completely, utterly shattered, like it was nothing, like she was nothing. Her body had squelched apart like it was made of liquid... of a soft pulp. With terrifying ease, Killer's monstrous shaft had torn apart her shoulders and neck and obliterated her head as it impaled her poor remains. Persephone had laughed in cruel delight, grabbing her head as it was pushed off her bloated, deformed, ripped-apart neck, and with vicious force she had pushed it down against his enormous cockhead. Not even fully hard, still half-covered by thick foreskin, the enormous cockhead continued to press forwards, crushing the skull with a sick, pathetic crunch and a squelch of blood and soft pulp, the omnivirile member barely seeming to feel the presence of that helpless, puny obstacle which hopelessly poked into the hard black meat for a brief instant before it was utterly crumbled and pulverized as the tremendous, impossible malehood of the dark god pushed up into Persephone's worshipful hand.

The evil seductress had lost her breath in front of that display, gaping wordlessly at the sight of his power and only hugging the headless, ruined corpse all the harder, crushing downwards, dragging the lithe piece of meat further down that endless, massive, impossible tower of maleness. Her eyes had bulged as large as plates while she drooled all over the sick display, taking in the shattering of every bone, the shredding of flesh, the squelching of pulped insides as blood and gore burst out from every wound and orifice... until it all burst apart when his mighty godcock as much as twitched, tearing through the stretched-out, ruined skin that was all what was left. The goddess's corpse seemed to literally turn to liquid as it was crushed into nothing more than lube, than dripping, chunky blood-oil that Persephone eagerly smeared all along his filthy, immense cock, laughing as her hands drew streaks of blue gore down the countless feet of hypervirile cock that hadn't even made it inside her. Much more than half of his immense member was untouched, his medial ring clean and glorious, seeming to mock the second goddess as she cried in terror. His girth had disintegrated her friend and comrade long before getting to that even thicker cunt-destroyer. Killer had rumbled hungrily, eyes burning with dark delight as he idly thrust his monstrous tower of flesh into Persephone's loving but ruthless grip, and the seductress had trembled and babbled words of shock, adoration and awe as the chunks of meat falling off his cock didn't even get to splatter heavily on the floor, because the mutant, mighty fibers of invincible muscle growing into his wounds suddenly lashed out and seized the pulped remains in midair, coiling around the ugly pieces and dragging them into his hulking form to be completely devoured and absorbed. The time of a blink, and the alien goddess was entirely gone, her liquefied remains turned into nothing but yet more adamantine, indestructible fibers of great muscle to reinforce his already titanic body. He had liked his lips with a rumble, then grinned and easily commanded: "Your turn." The second alien goddess had struggled, had tried to resist, tears streaking down her cheeks as she fought against herself and her traitorous body, which leaked and dripped with arousal. It was all in vain: helpless and sobbing, yet foaming at the mouth with craving, she had crawled up to him and had kissed and licked and worshipped the gigantic tower of obsidian meat as it dripped with her brethren's blood and gore, and once she touched that almighty shaft for the first time, any hint of resistance shattered. Persephone had stared in awe at the enslaved, dominated goddess as she slurped up the gore and whispered words of praise, of worship, of thanks to the one who was about to utterly destroy her. The alien divinity had sacrificed herself, climbing up his muscular, mighty legs and then crawling over his immense shaft until she could feel his titanic cockhead pressing down against her tiny entrance... and he had just smirked, not needing to utter a word or flex a muscle to dominate her, to crush her mind and make her impale herself, her little hands grabbing his monstrous girth as best they could and her legs kicking wildly at the air before falling limp with a sick, terrible crunch. Killer had then hate-fucked her, thrusting forwards with enough ferocity to rip her body in two bloody halves that his tentacle-like regenerating muscles caught in midair with vengeful force. His hulking musculature had flexed, rippling with obscene, unmatched power... and then his muscles seemed to shift as countless tentacles and tendril of adamantine muscle-fiber flailed outwards and wrapped around those dangling pieces of meat, viciously dragging them inside the dark god's massive, glorious form. Her remains seemed to melt and liquefy, and in a moment they vanished inside him, sucked inside. Another ripple, another stunning flex of godlike muscle, which swelled larger, almost imperceptibly yet definitely, and it was all over. Two goddesses turned into nothing but organic and genetic material that his hulking had eagerly devoured! He had licked his lips and rumbled in approval, but then mercilessly uttered a single word that sounded like the most powerful of orders: "More."

That horrendous display was what truly broke Persephone's mind: she realized that all they could ever aspire to be was tasty morsels for him. Ultimately, all they were was meat... and she was so happy to have understood it, to have been given so many demonstrations of it. She was overjoyed at the thought that she was being granted the privilege of bearing witness to the ascension of the one and only true God, the true Alpha. Killer tried to get her to yank Requiem out of his chest, but Persephone still resisted: she wanted to be sure that his ascension was accompanied by hers, and had still enough awareness of herself to stick to that plan. Indeed, her mind had become simpler, making her almost literally stupid, but the one overarching purpose of becoming not just his whore, but the whore above everything, the second most powerful being ever to exist, wrote itself indelibly in flaming letters into her brain. She could barely speak, she was even more obsessed with sex and power, to the point that she could hardly think of anything else at all and was completely losing all restraints, but the one thing she was even less willing to negotiate about than before was her position for Eternity. Quite literally, she wanted to look down at Existence while permanently impaled on his glorious, monstrous cock.

Up to that point she had always worshipped him in the most shameless and complete and limitless of ways, but never allowing him to thrust inside her little sex, which had been well used during the course of her life but still looked virginal, hopeless and puny in front of his bloodied beast of annihilation. But he had commanded, and she could only execute: within moments she had stripped naked and was offering herself up for the slaughter. It was not just her body that she offered, but also the life that she carried in her already bulging, heavy belly: the gigantic sperms that had gang-raped her while he destroyed the two alien beauties had filled her up with new, corrupt, powerful life, and more of the sperms continued to torment her from inside, their long tails all but hanging out of her overfilled, soaked, dripping sex, stretching out her labia in almost grotesque ways. The life inside her was monstrous and ferocious and it developed incredibly fast, making her groan in anguish and delight, pain and arousal as feral liger-beasts took shape, becoming bigger and heavier by the moment. She had grabbed his proud, massive horns and had hefted herself up to sit on his immense obsidian shaft, grinding her leaking sex along the mighty, bloodstained ridges, and then she had moved back, inch after inch, foot after foot, adding her juices and het blood to the mess staining his filthy, titanic member and teasing him with the whipping tails of his own enormous sperms, lodged deep inside her but too massive not to dangle out of her gaping sex.

She had fearfully hesitated, making him grin in dark delight as he drank of her emotions, of her terror at the thought of putting her life in such risk; savoring her arousal and craving as fire spread through her loins. The beasts inside her had squirmed in fear, trashing around in her bulging, enormous belly, terrified by the sudden pressure of his monstrous cockhead pushing against her gaping, ruined sex. His sperms had torn her open like no one before, but that bloody, vast hole was still ludicrously small and defenceless against that colossal head, which had grown even more devastating by engorging a huge, vast flare around the fat, bulging head. The enormous flare added to his girth in monstrous fashion, so wide that she could sit on it, the great titan cock effortlessly sustaining her whole body weight... and cruel, downwards curved barbs had swelled along the flare's edge, making it even more devastating. They would tear inside relatively smoothly, but work like hooks on the backstrokes. Ridged, monstrous and omnipotent, the colossal cock had smashed its way inside Persephone, making her howl in agony and ecstasy, her voice echoing up the dark tower and no doubt reaching every corner of the fortress. If Thanathos heard it, he decided to try and ignore even that, because he did not rush into the cell, not even as his beloved queen let out a wail of masochistic delight and pure anguish as her legs were forced apart with a loud, sick crack and a squelch of blood rushing down his member. She had shrieked and groaned and howled while the cruel flare bulged her whole body out of shape, ramming through her cervix like it wasn't even there, demolishing it and burrowing up into her womb, stretching it out to fantastic proportions, ripping it into shreds as it crashed into the unborn beasts like a bulldozer blade, pushing them all up inside her in a sickening concerto of crunches and squelches and wet, messy sounds that would have given nightmares to the demons. Bones had crumbled like biscuits, barely able to provide any resistance at all, and flesh and muscle had been brutally squished into pulp, before he had loudly torn through her womb, through her organs beyond, thrusting the broken beasts up into her ribcage, along with her ruined, crushed guts. Her chest had bulged out in obscene, nightmarish fashion and she had violently vomited blood and chunky gore and, above all else, his thick, powerful, hypervirile black sludge, which burst out of even her nostrils, cascading down over her breasts and down her bulging, grotesquely deformed body.

Her hands had trembled so uncontrollably, so deliciously as they slipped along his horns, as they helplessly grabbed into the bangs of his mane that had grown back in place on his head, and her eyes had bulged almost out of her sockets as she stared at him in a mix of horror and adoration.

He had thrust up into her far enough to literally make him taste the remains of her "sons", making her vomit up blood and gore, before he had moved his hips back, pulling back with teasing slowness, with a mocking grin on his muzzle as a messy cascade of blood and pulped gore squirted out of her bloody chasm of a groin, splattering disgustingly on the floor and on his feet. His cruel barbs had ripped right through her stretched-out flesh, tearing bloody trenches through her hide, destroying her body, ruining her beauty and causing chunky, ugly fluids to burst out of her. The barbs yanked the devastated remains of the unborn beasts down her obliterated passage, sending a think gush of chunky blood exploding out around his monstrous girth, making him grunt in delight... and he still remembered the obscene, disgusting way she prolapsed, the ruins of her womb sticking to his monstrous shaft and her flesh dragged an amazing distance outwards, ripping her almost inside-out.

He had fucked her slowly but brutally, rumbling in delight while he smashed home mocking thrusts that made her howl and cry, vomiting blood and gore. He had made very short work of the beasts growing inside her, but of course that had only been the beginning. With the fantastic amount of hypervirile slime covering his cock; with the obscene amounts of precum he erupted inside her, new monstrous life kept forming inside her, growing so rapidly that new beasts filled the vast sea of blood and liquid scum he left behind whenever he yanked his immense shaft back out. The beasts growing within her had literally only enough time to panic as they felt the fleshy would around them quivering and stretching apart with the movements of their father's goliath cock, before they were crushed to bone dust and pulp when he rammed forwards again, turning each hard thrust into a brutal, loud massacre.

He had hate-fucked her until she was more dead than alive, and she had been unable to resist, unable to say no, unable to pull away from him. Even when she had realized that her husband was finally on the move, she had kept moaning and bucking her broken hips as best she could, trying to work against his mighty thrusts, trying to make him feel just how much she craved him... and only at the last moment she had tremblingly pulled back, her arms trembling violently as she brokenly hefted herself up until his immense cock tore out of her with a loud, impossible squelch and a gush of chunky blood and juices and pulp. She had lost the grip on his horns and had collapsed before him in a broken, exhaust heap of boneless meat, groaning in awe and agony as his hulking musculature flexed and rippled, seeming to become almost liquid for a moment as the adamantine chords of his muscles split apart into a myriad of flexible tentacle-fibers which consumed and dragged inside him the gore and ugly chunks of meat that caked his body and stained his shaft, before scraping up the puddles of death and ruin and filth from the floor as well, absorbing it all. She had clawed her way back from him, wincing and staring at him in a mix of awe and terror, scampering away from his rippling form, afraid that he was going to consume her body as well, turning it into nothing but more fuel for his inexhaustible power... but he had only laughed darkly and allowed her to crawl to the door like a maggot. Thanathos took a surprisingly long time to burst into the cell, mad with rage that only added to Killer's entertainment and pleasure. It was pretty clear that the god of death had deliberately lost time along the way, allowing his wife to crawl out of the way. Even so, that time she was so broken and exhausted that she had probably only just turned the first corner when her husband had stormed the tower. Thanathos was just as insane as Persephone, just in a different way: he refused to accept the truth. He deliberately avoided looking at it, to preserve his impossible dream. In so doing, he effectively acted almost like a willing cuckold, filling Killer with dark amusement.

The god of Death had been on the verge of a full breakdown, furious, insane: he had struck at him, tortured him, torn into his flesh, ravaged into his organs, before taking a rusty, ragged knife to his massive, sack, slowly and terribly sawing off his balls, and then spending even more time sawing through the base of his tremendous cock. Killer had gone through hell, suffering like never before, feeling his brain twitching in denial at what his eyes were seeing and his body was howling in anguish... but at the same time he had laughed. Loudly, deeply. He had looked down at Thanathos the whole time, even in the worst moments of agony, even when his eyes were open wide but unable to see anything but flashes of crimson. He had made fun of the god of death, telling him to sniff his cock and guess the scent. Telling him he might want to lick his goliath shaft, so he could perhaps get a taste of his wife, for the first time ever. He had taunted him whenever the knife blade shattered, unable to cut through his adamantine, invulnerable flesh, through the immense column of maleness that had devastated his wife.

Thanathos had howled and cried like he was the tortured one, and even when he had finally managed to cut the immense shaft off Killer's crotch, the liger had laughed, a maniac laughter as the colossal python of black meat smashed heavily down on the floor, forcing Thanathos to half-leap out of the way not to get caught under its great mass. "Thanks for that..." Killer had hissed, even as his whole body spasmed in agony. "Give me a few hours and then come back to see how much bigger and stronger you made me, bitch! You and your wife should just come together. I like it when the cuck is there to lick my ass while I fuck the whore."

Thanathos had twitched in insane rage and pure revulsion at that, but the knife in his hand had trembled and his eyes had run down to the immense shaft sprawled on the floor like a huge anaconda, his chest heaving as he saw Killer's crotch already rippling, new and stronger and harder fibers growing out of him. Killer had grinned viciously at that, and jerked his head to point at the monstrous, behemoth member, mockingly suggesting: "Ask your scientists if they can sew it on you, in place of your teeny weeny dick." Killer had paused, grinning viciously as Thanathos looked at him in disbelief, his jaw twitching before the liger added: "She might still deny you all the same, but at least you'll finally be able to say that a part of your body has been inside Persephone."

Killer had been painfully aware of the fact that he was basically waving a red flag in front of a giant bull, inviting death to strike out all the harder, but still he had laughed and taunted. Thanathos had brutally sewn his muzzle shut with razor wire which cut through his flesh, right down to the bone, but his eyes had continued to make fun of him, and the skeletal-faced god had trembled in terrible fury and howled while he stabbed rusty hooks in them, before ripping them out.

"Yes! Keep hitting me!" Killer had barked, hissing in agony but also in pleasure as he felt the energies of the goddesses he had just consumed, and the even greater force of the beasts he had generated and then crushed into pulp. They rushed in his veins like floods, and he used them to accelerate his regeneration, growing before Thanathos's eyes, leaving the god of death staring in horror as a cock even more gigantic rapidly grow out of his groin, flopping down ahead of balls that chromed and throbbed audibly with power, larger and heavier than the ones on the floor. "Keep going, come on...! Make me stronger, bitch...! Let's see how long you can restrain me still!"

Killer remembered cracks spreading through the cross of crystal. He remembered some of the heavy chains snapping apart like cobwebs as Thanathos blindly tormented him with vicious blows that were almost losing meaning. After going through so much agony, after enduring literally any sort of wound and mutilation, Killer was starting to not notice the pain anymore. He was almost starting to like it... and as the God of Death slashed and ripped, he had almost absently through that he was either going to die or grow so strong to break free.

Cerberus had stormed into the cell before either scenario could turn into reality. He and several other gods tackled Thanathos and dragged him away. Cerberus had furiously roared that they still needed Killer to live, that they still needed him somewhat intact, that they were close to their target and that he would not allow Thanathos's hopeless love illusions to ruin his plans.

Thanathos had struggled, fighting like a feral beast, spluttering and drooling like a mindless monster, and in that moment it became fully clear that he was the one going through hell. Despite being chained and crucified and mutilated, Killer had undoubtedly won their personal war.

He had talked and acted according to the ferocious emotions of the moment, but once Thanathos and Cerberus left he had slumped and suffered in silence while his body regenerated and grew. He had thought through what he had done, realizing the full extent of the risks he had run... and wondering whether he was ever going to see Persephone again, or whether Thanathos was finally going to storm her chambers too.

To his amazement and entertainment, she had actually returned soon afterwards. He had long lost awareness of time, but he estimated that it had happened later on the same day. Deliciously shameless on her part to crawl back to him so soon. Thanathos had seen her, had had dinner with her... and amazingly, even though he had been twitchy and clearly disturbed, clearly disgusted by her state and her actions, he had insisted on pretending that nothing was happening at all.

Killer and Persephone had laughed of it, sharing the cruel arousal it generated into them: it was extraordinary that their cuck still deluded himself, even now that her body was scarred and ruined. Her bones had painfully grown back into place and she had recovered her perfect shape, but she was enormously, horribly pregnant and her belly bulged outwards in a way that nobody could possibly miss. Her hide was crossed by thick, pulsing, ugly scars where his barbs had torn trenches through her flesh, and she was covered in other ugly, terrible marks where she had ripped apart like a too tight condom. She smelled of him in an incredibly intense way; her makeup was entirely ruined and smeared all over her cheeks, his black, thick, hypervirile sludge streaked endlessly down her legs as it overflowed out of her horribly obliterated, monstrously gaping sex, which she barely hid from sight with an old and very short skirt that could not hide the spiked, muscular, massive tails of the goliath sperms lodged inside her. They dangled between her legs, terribly alive, whipping her thighs and leaving behind glowing scars with each loud impact. She had eagerly took a knife to her flesh and marked her huge belly with a large, crude KO scar and no longer even tried to hide it under her clothes. The fact that Thanathos still treated her like she was his innocent, perfect, loving wife was extraordinary and deeply entertaining as well as arousing.

After that first, amazing time, Persephone had "fed" him with worshipful dedication, bringing him new prey every day, selecting the most beautiful of the alien goddesses of the garrison and making sure to bring him a vast selection, picking from all races, bringing him flavors from every corner of Existence, his new kingdom... and then bringing in males as well, that she could subjugate with even greater ease and which had the funniest of reactions when faced with the monstrous might of the dark god.

Killer snarled as he thrust forwards with his hips, burying his monstrous cock forwards through the trembling, spasming body bent before him, his sweaty musculature bulging explosively as his terrifying, ridged girth near split the little sack of meat in two as it smashed its way up into her lithe form, impaling her so that her little hooves kicked uselessly at the air with the helpless twitching of her muscles.

She was a pretty little thing, an alien race with four beautiful blue eyes and a tall, Mohawk-like mane of sturdy, almost scale-like hair. She had a long and graceful muzzle, somewhat equine in shape, but her body was more reptilian, slender and flexible and covered in a smooth hide of tiny scales that were smooth and cool to the touch. It was a race of great magical power and she had attempted to use her spells to get out of the cell once she had seen him, towering, immense, magnificent, monstrous... but for all her prowess with magic, she could hardly tickle him, her spells crashing uselessly against his indomitable, hulking musculature. He had laughed of her, taunted her... and then he had softly told her to give up and accept her place and her role in life. His ability to dominate his victims had always been extraordinary, but he had now reached such a level of power that resistance was simply impossible for most. The reptilian beauty had ripped off her clothes and crawled meekly forwards to meet her fate.

He had learned that her race was composed exclusively of females, and that had heightened his interest in her world... before damping it somewhat when she explained that their reproduction happened essentially without sex, through a powerful mind contact. Her body had no vagina, in fact, and that had put a grimace on Killer's face... but she had a tiny, tender, completely virginal asshole, and the ludicrously minuscule fissure had made him growl hungrily, his titanic cock throbbing in cruel entertainment at the thought of the destruction that would follow.

And destruction had followed, brutal and merciless, turning that cute little muscular ring into a horrendous bloody chasm, her flesh ripping apart all the way up to her navel, causing the glowing jewel she had worn there to fall away, caked in her blood. Her legs lolled uselessly along the majestic, bloodstained, filthy shaft, dangling from shreds of bloody flesh and slapping pathetically against his ponderous balls, as the sinew holding them up kept growing thinner, breaking apart with every passing second. She spasmed violently, attempting to arch her back, but her spine had already crumbled and her vertebrae were visible through her stretched-out hide, pushed completely out of place, pushed one in every direction. She shrieked, but her voice broke apart and turned into a choking gurgle as she vomited thick, chunky pulp of her own organs, her eyes bulging in utter shock, drooling jaws gaping wide until her whole body went stiff, shuddered, and she opened her mouth even wider to shriek again, louder, shriller... but she fell silent instead, gurgling on her own blood as the liger thrust forwards again, roughly, cruelly forcing more of that titanic, hypervirile monster of a shaft up her breaking form.

She struggled with all the power she possessed, her form flexing with evident strength, as surprisingly thick and mighty muscle chords bulged against her hide as she threw her head back with another howl of agony... and of terrible, insane, self-destructive arousal that made her eyes swell with tears. She attempted to regenerate herself, healing her wounds, trying to grow her spine back into place, and Killer suddenly felt the stiffness of new bone poking against his immense shaft, pathetically pushing him back, muscles flexing and gripping into his devastating girth, clenching hard and shoving backwards... and he threw his head back with a growl of delight, smashing forwards all the harder and laughing as the new vertebrae crumbled just as easily as the old ones had, splinters of bone tearing through her smooth hide as a horrible, sick hunch appeared between her shoulder blades. "Keep fighting, bitch!" He cruelly taunted, his immense musculature flexing with power as he clenched his fists and yanked his arms forwards, causing the forest of chains behind him to jiggle and scream and groan while the cross of crystal cracked audibly. "I love it!"

A dejected cry of anguish escaped her lips as her whole body spasmed and shook, muscles flexing uselessly around his monstrous girth as the crunching sound became all the louder, blood bursting out of her ass in a thick gush of sloppy, mostly-liquid mess of ichors and ruin and gore, her once-tiny asshole twisting inside-out when he almost playfully dragged his shaft backwards, growling hungrily at the sight of her insides stretching and coming out, hopelessly clamped around his impossible girth... before he slammed back inside her, smashing her prolapsed asshole up inside her, further up than it should have been possible, devastating her whole form as the swollen, ruined folds tore apart, uselessly squishing against the flanks of his goliath godcock and hanging in shreds from her ruined body, which was now grotesquely deformed, crushed literally shorter than she had been.

Persephone leaned in with a cruel laugh made hoarse by her arousal as she slammed one hand up her own gaping, ruined, bloody vagina, masturbating with intense force, causing her hot juices to squelch and squirt loudly out around her wrist. Her whole fist and much of her arm could effortlessly punch up in her Killer-sized passage, and she could have easily double-fisted herself with room to spare, reaching up into her monstrously-swollen belly to caress the corrupt beasts growing inside her. She had been doing just that until moments before, but now one of her bloodied, juice-soaked hands was clamping savagely onto the poor alien's skull, forcing her head back over her shoulder as she teasingly snarled: "Look at it, bitch! Thank your lord and master for the time he is devoting to your little, worthless, frail whore body!"

The alien goddess gargled, but her eye, open wide and bulging almost out of its socket, couldn't help but linger on the sight of her breaking body, wrapped like a too-tight condom around his godlike girth... and then further back, to the mangled, unrecognizable, bloody remains of four other goddesses, reduced to messy, disgusting rings of pulped flesh clamping tightly around the base of his colossal shaft. At least three more headless, broken, shapeless corpses, reduced to literal sacks of flesh full of pulped gore, had snapped apart when his cock had throbbed a bit too hard, flexing and bulging too much for them... and now those miserable remains were puddling pathetically before his toes. He had wanted to see how many goddesses, how many different races at once he could skewer upon his ridged, monstrous cock... and she was just the latest addition, the last tender morsel to be impaled.

"Yeah... that's all you are good for..." Persephone mercilessly remarked, grinning widely as she saw the glint of helpless arousal in the goddess's teary eye, as she smelled and touched the alien beauty's self-destructive hunger, before gritting her fangs with a hiss of delight as the broken victim shuddered hard and bucked. It was almost imperceptible, an exhausted and weak movement that made no difference at all, but it was there: she was trying to impale herself even worse, mindlessly seeking more of that glorious, monstrous, magnificent cock even as it destroyed her. They had all broken down in the same way, using their last hint of breath and life not to try and save themselves but to add to his pleasure and to feel more of his terrible, endless power, even though it meant suicide. "That's it, bitch...! That's what you were born for!" Persephone cruelly shouted, grinning widely as she ran her hands down the grotesquely deformed, immensely bulging belly that deformed the alien. Killer only smirked, licking his lips slowly at the soulless, helpless light glowing in his addicted slave's mind. She no longer cared about anything, not even her survival. Only Him. Nothing but Him.

Another goddess was cowering in the corner, sobbing wordlessly and hugging herself in terror, surrounded by massive growths of dark flesh and pure corruption, her body caressed and shamelessly teased, but never violated, by massive tentacle-cocks born out of Killer's hypervirile filth. She was trapped and doomed and she knew it, her poor mind shattered and her eyes open insanely wide, glowing in the darkness as she stared at the massacre. At first she had babbled prayers, she had begged him to let her go... but whatever little hope had motivated her, it had not lasted.

There was also a male in the room, a handsome hunk that seemed to be made of rubber. He didn't quite resemble any earthly species, but his body, despite a great bulk of muscle, had a slender grace about and his muzzle was so sharply cut to give him a somewhat serpentine look. He had thought himself some apex of virile power until Persephone had easily seduced him and convinced him to join her and the giggling thong of goddesses that she had already gathered up. The idiot had believed her every word, her every antic and fake purr, convinced that he was going to fuck her and all the other beauties, right in front of the helpless prisoner locked up and crucified in the tower... and now he trembling watched up from where he was huddled up against the wall, shrinking away in shame and horror, hands hiding the steadily shrinking member that he had once been so proud of, while enormous tentacle cocks thicker than his thighs ground into him from either side, making him whimper in fear and shame.

Persephone had been far from impressed: his member was pretty long but curved in a weird way and relatively thin, something that had made it hard for her not to grimace right away... she liked a thick, fat handful, and after hugging Killer's astounding girth she was a complete convert to the importance of a cunt-splitting diameter. In any case, the alien's member was utterly childish and puny in front of Killer's titan, and the rubber-like god had realized it as soon as the door to the cell had opened and Killer's terrifying tower of obsidian meat had flexed, huge cockmaw yawning open as if to devour him. He had tried to turn around and run away, but Persephone had savagely turned against him, throwing him into the dark, horrendous tower and standing in the way while the cell closed behind her. She had yanked him forwards and had clawed into his cock with such ferocity he had thought she'd just rip it right off. She hadn't, but she had laughed viciously and forced the hook-shaped little member inside Killer's vast, arrogant cockmaw, demonstrating just how utterly outmatched he was. Persephone had cackled and had punched him in the head with all her force, knocking him over and immediately straddling him, revealing the surprising, terrible power that her beautiful form kept hidden from casual looks. She had laughed and punched, cackled and kicked, beating him down to a pulp, spitting in his face and grinding his features down into the bloody, dark, terrible filth that flooded the cell, nearly drowning him in it.

He had struggled, but Persephone had only snorted in contempt and hit him even harder, before Killer decided to let his presence weight into the fight, crushing him into a babbling wreck with just a lazy look. The reptile's muscles had immediately started deflating as he choked on the thick, brutal stench of hypervirility in the air, and his testicles had shrunken rapidly, pulling up inside his body, rapidly vanishing from sight. His member was shrinking in the exact same way as he helplessly watched on and waited for his inexorable end. He stared helplessly, gaping in shock and horror at the sight of the broken remains skewered upon the monstrous cock of that invincible titan, his hand uselessly squeezing down on his ears, trying to shut out the sick crunches, the terrible squelches, the anguished chokes and the almighty, glorious snarls of cruel, savage pleasure. The broken goddess writhed desperately, her whole body trashing, shuddering violently: even with all her of her power, even as goddess of her own worlds, she was puny, pathetic, nothing but a living toy to the invincible beast that was ravaging her using less than half of his not-even-fully-hard-yet cock. Male and female alike watched it all, wishing they were blind, yet unable to look away even as they shook like leaves in a storm, mouthing wordlessly at the sight, trembling in a mix of revulsion and helpless adoration. He was just too much not to be worshipped. Their bodies glorified him by flexing violently, out of control. They pissed themselves, more than once... and they had both experienced their orgasms, the female shuddering violently as her hips bucked against the air; the male spewing out his semen only for it to be dissolved instantaneously in the thick, dense, hypervirile dark sludge on the floor, which made short work of his pitiful droplets of cum, nothing but watery crap in comparison to his almighty essence.

Terrified and horrifically aroused, they could only watch the dark, unholy ultragod behemoth lazily annihilating a lesser divinity, putting her to use like the cheap whore she was in comparison to him. They could only tremblingly admire him as he reveled in his power, claiming them all utterly, completely, as the reptilian male cupped his hands shamefully over a tiny, dysfunctional dick that would soon become nothing but a clit for the soaked, dripping pussy that was painfully ripping itself open in his groin. He was changing into something more useful to the dark god... and he felt increasingly and horrendously glad because of it, whimpering helplessly as he stared up at his glorious, unholy Master.

Persephone didn't miss the new light in his eyes and she let go of the alien goddess to turn back towards him instead, causing him to gasp in fear, retreating instinctively away from her bloodied fists and boots. Persephone sneered at him as he scrambled backwards, before she laughed loudly as she kicked his hands out of the way, forcing him to reveal what was left of his member and his now raising-sized balls as they swam in the loose flesh of his sack, which was splitting apart to turn into a set of luscious labia instead. He squealed and attempted to shove her foot away, but she used the tip of her boot to push up the little scrap of flesh he still had, making a grimace of utter disgust as she gazed down at it, the disgusting little member giving a tiny little throb, standing as hard and erect as It could get. And not because of her, but because of Him. Persephone laughed at the sight, even though her eyes continued to burn with disgust and cruelty as she mocked: "Yes, you can't help but recognize what a real male he is, can you? That you're nothing... not even fit to suck his cock. But you want to, don't you? That's all we can agree on... that we both want to suck his cock. To feel his hard cock inside us..."

Persephone laughed darkly, one hand continuing to thrust hard up inside her ruined sex while she reached out with the other, grabbing the back off the whore-goddess's head, forcing her to turn away from Killer and towards the puny male huddled on the floor. The goddess all but attempted to snarl, and Persephone smirked in delight. She was well and truly gone, her mind full of Him, her whole being needing nothing but Him. She didn't want to be forced to gaze at anything else, and certainly not at the broken loser on the floor. Persephone knew it all too well, but she still teasingly asked: "What do you think of this sissy boy here, huh...? I don't think he is going to save you, but would you want him, if he was able to...?"

The dying goddess's eyes burned with such hate and disgust that the dejected male on the floor retreated with a wince, flattening himself back against the fleshy wall. The fury in her gaze was indescribable, irrational, bestial: she was him as nothing worth saving, and her jaws twitched as she attempted to form words, to curse him for being nothing but a weak, impotent stain... no, not even that. She had nothing to say to him. No, hers was an attempt to beg, to praise her new god and master. She was too broken to ever put together any word, though, so she attempted to spit towards the trembling male, but she could only gargle weakly, vomiting thick black cocksludge all over herself... before Killer's gigantic black cock flexed powerfully and erupted an immense blast of precum, so enormous that the thick load exploded out of her muzzle with enough force to shatter her jaws and knock her teeth flying, together with her drool, her blood and chunky, disgusting pulp of her insides. Persephone and Killer laughed cruelly as that enormous load of thick sludge fired across the cell and smashed into the trembling male with the violence of cannon fire, slamming his skull back into the wall and making him gargle as it flooded heavily all over his shoulders and chest, caking his whole form, literally gluing him to the wall as sticky, thick ropes of the stuff trapped him in an embrace he could hardly budge.

That single, ungodly, terrible blast lasted for well over a minute, drowning him in thick essence, leaving him completely saturated in thick load crammed full of gigantic, aggressive sperms... and the male panicked and scrambled to try and scoop huge handfuls of the stuff out of his eyes, struggling to force his lids open with how thickly coated they were... and Persephone cackled, waiting until he managed to painfully clear up one, before she pulled her foot up and stomped on his skull, hard, forcing his spine to painfully bend until his face crashed into the floor, completely flooded by filth and gore and thick, black cocksludge. "Thought so. Good girl." The evil goddess teasingly commented, before she dragged him violently forwards as she dragged her foot backwards, and then she kicked him in the side, sending him crashing against the base of the crystal cross. She shifted her foot over to the back of his neck, growling in disgust at the contact and quickly, roughly shoving him further back before commanding: "Look up, bitch."

He did as he was told, without hesitation, knowing that there couldn't be any resistance... and he trembled in awe, envy and fear at the sight of the huge male liger looming over him, whimpering as his gaze moved with helpless eagerness up the muscular, powerful legs on both sides of him before he gaped as he looked straight up at the gigantic, impossible testicles of the liger, instinctively shrinking away from them, staring in fear as those arrogant, dominant balls dwarfed him, like planets above a bug. That's how he felt: dust under the titan. His eyes unable to move away from those colossal, immense balls, so heavy and imposing, hanging so low, casting their shadow over him like deities. Gods, each of those impossible, majestic balls dwarfed him... each enormous testicle was a divinity in its own right.

The sight overwhelmed him, the male unable to repress a shiver in front of that display of maleness... and he realized with shock, after a long moment of staring, that he was slowly moving towards the huge balls, his nostrils wide as he greedily drank of the intoxicating, potent scent of the god, a thick, rich musk of virility that was bitter like brimstone and terribly addictive, strong as it was. Tears filled his eyes with how potent the thick scent was... he couldn't breathe, the scent feeling just so thick and brutal... yet he eagerly tried to inhale more of it, choking on it, pushing up onto his knees just to get a whiff more of that scent, to get into a better spot, to get one inch closer to the immense balls looming above.

"Don't you fucking dare, you little, useless piece of crap!" Persephone snapped, wearing a snarling grin of amusement as she seizing him by the skull and pushed his head backwards and slightly up, away from the heavy testicles and towards the male's crack instead, as Killer lazily lifted his thick tail. "It is my task to take care of Master's mega balls. You shall lick his ass. And even that is still way too generous..."

"Y... yes...Mistress." The male meekly ensured, nodding quickly as the mighty goddess flung him back like she was disgusted by the contact. Persephone moved back between Killer's legs, dropping down to her knees with a growl of hunger as she licked her lips before offering her face to the swinging, colossal balls, his testicles ramming into her with a loud, wet smack and her hands squeezing into the male's thick, muscular thighs as she began to sloppily, lovingly lap over the two colossal orbs, bathing in the thick, sick, horrible rain of ichors and filth and gore and precum that came from above.

The helpless male stared at this with amazement, gaping breathlessly in front of the glory of it, as his eyes followed the heavy, enormous balls of the god as they settled majestically upon the plate that the great goddess's face made... and a moment later Killer beckoned idly to the other crying, helpless goddess in the corner. One little motion of his head was all it took. A wordless invite... he didn't need to make it an order. She crawled on all fours through the broken remains of the goddesses he had destroyed earlier, and she tremblingly took position right beside Persephone, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders almost with affection. The two beautiful goddesses were now companions in their helpless, eager slavery as they offered themselves for that onslaught. Each of the two glorious females could snuff whole planets out of existence with a mere flick of their little fingers... and yet there they were, happy and eager to be slaves for the titanic male. The crying alien male struggled to even dream of what it had to be like, to be so powerful, so virile, so superior and in control... and he felt tears of rage and despair rolling down his cheeks at the awareness that Killer had everything, owned everything and everyone. It was obscene, grotesque and terribly arousing to see his victims all eager to serve him, kissing him, licking his powerful muscle, cheering him on, spilling their juices for him as he destroyed them, one after another, literally skewering them like tender morsels on his monstrous black shaft.

He couldn't help himself: even sobbing in horror and fear and rage, he felt crushed into submission. Killer wasn't even looking at him, but he felt tiny and hopeless... and painfully aroused by the massive difference in power between them. The male he so hated, the one that was destroying his life, his body, his mind, was a male of such enormous might that he felt compelled to worship him, his eyes staring at the strong, broad back of his dominator before he whimpered and leaned in, smelling the hot, potent scent of crotch and male sweat as he moved under the liger's raised tail. His eyes closed and his nostrils flared wide at the bitter, amazing strength of the rich, thick scent of the huge male, trembling at the awareness that he would have never had such a potent, virile smell, and groaning dejectedly as he realized that he almost liked the thought.

Killer laughed cruelly, his great balls crushing two goddesses under their mass, while somewhere between his legs, one of his enemies was now worshiping him as well, tamed and broken, emasculated and crushed into a confused, hungry whore. "Yeah, you bitches..." The huge male growled when the trembling male licked his firm buttocks. "That's what happens to my enemies... they end up kissing my ass."

The defeated male moaned pathetically at that, trembling hard as Killer visibly grew even further, the cross of yellow crystal creaking ominously as the dark god's broad back flexed powerfully, as energy cracked loudly around the male's potent muscles, reality trembling around him... and he cried out weakly as he realized that not only Killer was growing, but he was shrinking smaller, his own toned muscles quickly vanishing away as he withered down to a scrawny, weak shape who struggled to reach Killer's buttocks, even while standing on the tip of his toes. The humiliated god trembled violently as he saw his wrists becoming skeleton thin, but he couldn't help but groan immediately after as Killer's thigh flexed a little in front of him, bulging with muscles so massive and powerful, so monstrously thick and huge and strong...

He mindlessly pushed his face against the crack of Killer's anus, following the orders he had been given, shoving his tongue up and down over the liger's ass, kissing it worshipfully, rolling his tongue reverently over the god's tailhole as Killer groaned in bliss.

It was an indescribable, unbearable display of power and pleasure and lust which left him trembling, speechless, one hand fondling a weak dick and tiny testicles which were only barely there at this point, his whole body shrinking. Killer had stolen all his virility, all his body mass, leaving him scrawny and pathetic... but what hurt the defeated god the most was that all his energies had made no difference at all to the titan. Killer hadn't even noticed how he had shrunk him down. The liger hadn't even meant to do that. The male was horribly aware that just being near that tremendously powerful above-god was emasculating enough that he might literally turn into a little girl at any moment, without the liger even caring. Painful as it was to admit, a single gaze up at Killer made all too clear that he was nothing in his shadow. What difference could his energies make to such endless power...? They had no usefulness at all: less than a drop in a raging, immense ocean, they had not added a millimeter to the thickness of Killer's cock.

It made him cry hot, bitter tears, and at the same time kiss the titan's crack again: all his strength was gone, absorbed by someone who had so much power of his own to not even notice such a boost. His everything was a mere zero on Killer's scale... and that was as horrible and terrifying as it was arousing. He hated it, but at the same time couldn't help it: that huge male just was too great not to worship.

"You are just too strong... I... I... please, I can't help it... please, always let me see when you go on a pussy shattering spree... I want to watch on as your cock makes them all bleed and cry and spasm and orgasm... I will worship you... do everything you ask... but please..." The defeated god begged, his voice trembling as he licked over Killer's solid buttock, letting out a whimper as the liger dropped his heavy, thick tail on him, the giant male laughing loudly and making the bitch's heart race, the booming voice of the god rattling his ribcage. "Please... let me... stay. Let me stay beneath you. F-forever beneath you..."

Killer smirked at that, and Persephone straightened and looked up at him with a wide, predatory grin. He was not the first male to beg like that. They all did. He was just the last in a row, and Persephone effectively already knew what to do, but wanted Killer to order her around.

"Give him his toothpick." Killer dismissively snorted, jerking his head towards the large curved blade that the alien had carried on his back when he had arrived. He had attempted to use it against Persephone, but as Killer had by now learned in full, the goddess was not just a hardcore, no-limits, nothing-too-disgusting slut, but also a strong warrior who could punch most aliens out cold. The sword had changed hands quickly.

The male trembled at that, uncertain about what was coming but knowing that it could not possibly be a good thing, before he flinched as Persephone pointed his own divine, energy-charged blade at his face... before she spun it around easily, holding it by the blade and offering him the handle.

He tremblingly reached for it, gaping in confusion and gazing quietly towards the other alien goddess, who barely gave the sword a glance before loudly slurping up a chunk of bloody gore rolling slowly down one of Killer's titanic testicles, swallowing thickly as she ground her features into the streaks of blood and juice and thick cockslime, dragging her tongue through the vile mixture. Killer, above him, had no attention for him and his "toothpick" at all, instead continuing to thrust his monstrous behemoth of a cock inside his toy-goddess, the half-hard cock ripping through her defenceless body with monstrous strength even though he barely moved at all, as he snarled and rumbled, barely able to squeeze less than half of that monstrous length into her helpless body.

Persephone deliberately leaned down further, still cradling the blade in one hand, keeping it aimed straight up at her enormous breasts covered in KO scars and thick black, hypervirile tar, and the male trembled harder as he realized that he was the only one armed, that his blade was inches away from Killer's huge balls and even closer to stabbing into Persephone's heart.

Part of him wondered why they'd ever allow that. Part of him shrieked to stab Persephone, deeply, to cut through her and swing the sword through Killer's sack, to chop both of his ponderous, arrogant balls right off so he could run away... but it wasn't his rational part. No. It was his bitter part that spoke. The rational part spoke a moment later, shattering those puny, hopeless dreams as it reminded him of just how outmatched he was. The sword, hurting Killer? Ah. He didn't have any kind of strength or possibility at all against that dark titan. Killer had mocked his sword, calling it a toothpick... and gods, it was exactly that. To the liger, it couldn't hope to be anything more. The alien realized, with a mix of horror and arousal, that he probably wasn't even strong enough to cut through the messy, filth curls of thick pubes on the titan's crotch. He swallowed thickly, staring as the ruined shape of the once beautiful female bulged even further out of all proportions... and then her chest utterly exploded, blown apart by the immense length of godbeast cock: it smashed completely through her, disintegrating her guts and sending them raining in pulpy pieces all across the room, gore splashing loudly onto the floor, onto him, onto the other goddess who trembled hard and groaned loudly and horribly hotly. He let out a choked cry of shock and threw himself backwards, scampering uselessly away and shaking in terror as his eyes bulged, fixed upon that colossal, powerful idol of masculine omnipotence dripping with gore and ichors and blood. Killer continued to thrust forwards, burying more of his tremendous member inside what was left of her, so that more of his monstrous shaft rammed through the hole in her body, while her strange inner organs, crushed and ruined, hang uselessly out of her, her body spasming violently and making him growl in dark pleasure.

"Give up what little of you is left, bitch... you won't need any of that weak crap in what's left of your pathetic, worthless life." Persephone suggested in a voice that was seraphic for calmness and confidence, smirking and pointing a finger at what remained of the male's penis and testicles.

The male trembled violently, staring at her with a gape of disbelief... and then staring up at his almighty, glorious god, shivering beneath his gigantic cock, under the constant rain of blood and gore. Killer didn't even look down, but he felt... blessed. He hadn't been crushed out of existence, and that was already more generosity than he deserved. With a trembling breath, he brought his sword down under the hanging scrap of meat and skin of his balls, horrified at how small they had shrunk, and he looked up at his master, crying out as clearly as he could: "My sacrifice to you! All glory to you!"

He pulled upwards his great blade, screaming in agony, but he still forced his trembling hand to move upwards, grabbing his tiny sack with the other hand and pulling it outwards as he sawed up until it came loose and uselessly squelched on the floor. He looked down in shock, and he had barely enough time to see the bloody little piece of skin before it was burned out of existence by the thick dark sludge covering the floor, filled with gigantic sperms that made him shake in terror.

He went after his ruined penis next, howling through gritted teeth, his mind tormented by agony as his trembling hand forced him to land several strikes, hacking blindly into his little stump of flesh, ripping it apart more than cutting it... and he crashed backwards, breathlessly howling in pain and shock, throwing the sword away and clutching at his bloody wounds as his groin split apart all the faster, rapidly turning into a vagina. His chest was swelling out into two plump breasts as well, but he was too lost in anguish to notice...

He saw instead the guts of the destroyed goddess above him as they spilled down in a broken fall, hanging on either side of the dark god's immense shaft, and he tried to make himself even smaller, tried to vanish from the spot as the gigantic monster towering over him flexed, muscles bulging with terrible, ever growing power, and the invincible, colossal cock flexed. There was a horrific, obscene sound. A wet rending of flesh as the immense member tore out of the remains of the goddess, the great ridges annihilating her back before she seemed to explode, throwing chunks of bloody viscera in all directions as that immense, goliath cock pulled upwards and tore her corpse completely apart. He hadn't even gotten hard. He hadn't even buried halfway of his monstrous length inside her, and yet she fell apart in two broken, unrecognizable pieces that splattered loudly on the floor, while the trembling male curled up on himself with a shriek, closing his eyes as gore rained heavily down on him and he heard and felt the impact of the largest pieces on either side of him. The other ruins worn around his tremendous girth were all bisected as well, splashing down to the ground in mounds of gore that had no dignity, no shape, no humanity about them at all. He couldn't even tell how many they had been. He couldn't even begin to guess which piece used to be what, or to who it might have belonged... and the poor alien, no-longer male at all, shrieked in a new, feminine voice as he felt and heard a mass of tentacles and tendrils and flexing, powerful sinews rushing down around him, piercing, biting, grabbing the pieces of gore on the floor, yanking it back upwards just so that every last bit of that ruin could be absorbed into Killer's bloodstained, filthy cock or into the rest of his glorious, invincible body.

"Watch, bitch... you really don't want to miss this spectacle..." Persephone whispered, grabbing him by the head and yanking back, his eyes opening instinctively as he whimpered in fear, and he had enough time to see the immense mass of squirming tentacles and tendrils seemingly filling the entire room, dripping blood and ichors as they retreated slowly and majestically into his great, hulking form, feeding him. Another five or more goddesses, absorbed and consumed, smeared all over his spectacular musculature like they were nothing but posing oil. Divinities who had created, dominated and conquered entire worlds but now were nothing but droplets of tasty juice for the monstrous, limitless titan. How powerful was he...? He devoured gods like they were mortals... no, less than that. Candy, at most. The alien stared helplessly at that unholy alpha, that unmatched godbeast as the tentacles brought the shapeless, boneless, ruined corpses up under his monstrous shaft as it throbbed and flexed lazily, as if to mock the weak, frail, insufficient tribute of life and flesh that had been offered to it... before the gigantic shaft allowed its weight to drop, and it slammed savagely down, crushing those devastated remains into nothing but gory paste.

"Pathetic." Killer amusedly commented, grinning as his almighty cock throbbed and lifted itself up with a powerful bob, enough to display the gruesome pulp of gore caked on its underside, stretching ropes of disgusting pulp between its great girth and the tentacles. And then, with a cruel smirk, the monster began to mockingly thrust his immense shaft into the tight embrace of his own bloodstained tentacles and tendrils, crushing, crunching, squishing, liquefying the corpses under his cock, grinding them all down to bloody putty and lube, nothing more than a crimson oil that his flexing tentacles smeared all the way down the colossal length. Thick droplets and splatters of crimson matter rained down, while thick ropes of that endless, omnipotent supply of cockslime dangled heavily from his almighty shaft, tantalizingly dancing in front of the eyes of Persephone and of the other slut goddess as they bathed eagerly in the grim deluge of blood. Their eyes followed those thick dark ropes like they were hypnotized, and both females arched their backs to offer their breasts to the bloody baptism... and after a moment he realized that he was doing no better, his mouth open wide and his tongue lolling out as he stared helplessly up at the lazily thrusting behemoth of a cock, trembling not just in fear but also in need. The little panting groans that escaped his throat didn't even sound like they were his... and it took him a moment to register that his hands were smearing the thick, dark, omnivirile mixture over large, firm breasts sitting proudly on his chest.Her chest. She looked down at _herself_with a shiver of awe and fear, unable to recognize her body. Her groin still burned painfully, but it was a new and different discomfort to deal with: it was not pain coming from the stump of his dick, that he had sacrificed to the monster... no, that was gone, along with everything that remained of his malehood. No, she now had a pussy, blossomed and needy, the large labia swelling out and glistening with hot wetness as she groaned and felt her whole body tensing, spasming, trembling as her passage clenched powerfully, her hips bucking instinctively against the air as her mind filled with images that should have horrified, sickened her... but instead only made her tremble all the harder as she saw him fucking his victims into pieces, into pulp, into nothing... and saw her own future, her own body reduced to nothing but a ugly smear down his glorious shaft. She should have cried and attempted to escape, even though escaping him was clearly a hopeless dream... but no, she couldn't. Her vagina clenched with such force that her muscular walls tore themselves apart, flexing obsessively as her hips bucked at an absurd rhythm and she squirted her nectar out in thick jets, all but blessing him for the destruction he was bringing. Thanking him for destroying who he had been born as... and for the imminent destruction of what he had turned him into, as well.

The enormous dark god laughed at that, flexing and causing the great Cross to creak and tilt forwards slightly, several chains snapping apart like they were made of brittle glass. His monstrous, endless tower of godcock stretched out before him, throbbing and dripping with the remains of his multiple toys, who knew how many... His almighty body flexed and thrummed, bulging, growing, becoming even more terrible and powerful, the ground cracking and sinking beneath the beast's feet as the whole tower trembled and the walls rippled and shifted, caked in blood and made of pure, almighty corruption, forming tentacles and growths and horrific tendrils and mouths lined with horrendous fangs of bone. The god-turned-goddess helplessly stared at it all, trembling in the middle of that nightmare and feeling insignificant, shrieking at what that meant, at the awareness that all of that was merely the barest of hints of what the invincible monster was capable of. He hadn't even begun to try... And the restraints holding him, including Requiem Aeternam, glowed brightly and overheated, trying to put a stop to his growth, but only making the giant liger throw his head back with a hiss that was almost more pleasure than pain.

"It's your turn now, bitches!" Persephone said, grinning sharkishly as she seized the two alien females by the skulls, dragging them closer... and then she unceremoniously yanked both under Killer's colossal balls, smirked as she kneeled beneath his immense black shaft herself. "I suggest you keep your hands inside the vehicle." She playfully said, and the god-turned-goddess frowned in confusion before squeaking in shock as a sudden deluge of incandescent glowing magma rushed down from the top of the tower, cascading upon Killer and rolling down the corrupted, rotting walls overgrown with the liger's hypervirile parasites.

She felt sweat rolling down her body, both from the insane heat and the terrible fear, and she curled up on herself, trying to make herself as small as possible... but Killer above was so massive that she was safe under one of the goliath testicles. The monster rumbled in what was half-pleasure and half-annoyance, but certainly not pain. Not even discomfort, not even as the magma washed all over him, rolling down the profile of his hulking muscles... and after a moment the evil god began to chuckle, his deep, big-balled voice making her ribcage tremble as he muttered: "Find something better than this, worthless minnows... this crap no longer even tickles."

With a growl, Killer flexed his massive form and focused for a brief instant... and the goddess squeaked in shock as the magma solidified around them, then literally iced over. She gaped in shock as she saw incandescent liquid fire turning into dark, powerless, frail stone within a block of solid ice surrounding her on all sides. The only opening, like a small cave, was there between the legs of the god, and the power of this... this monster... this above-god, was simply terrifying. With a contemptuous snort, Killer flexed again, and the immense block of ice filling the tower shattered in a gigantic cloud of tiny fragments, and then vanished altogether, leaving him dry and bemused in the center of what had been a flaming inferno one moment earlier.

Persephone looked around herself with a wide, almost insane grin, staring at the tentacles that still stretched out of the rotting walls, and she fidgeted on the spot, laughing almost maniacally as she rushed out from under him to caress one of the immense, threatening tentacle-cocks. For the first time, not even the cascade of magma had been able to cut down the spreading and growing of his corruption, which reached all the way to the top of the tower and was spreading beyond it, towards other areas of the fortress. "You are getting stronger, and stronger, and stronger... and this little cell won't be able to contain you for much longer." She practically squealed with joy at the thought, and Killer snarled in frustration and barked: "I'd get out of here immediately if you just yanked this damn thing out!"

He jerked his head towards Requiem Aeternam sticking out of his chest, but the goddess, even as insane and broken as she was, shook her head with a merciless smirk and teasingly countered: "Say the magic words. Make me your whore-queen. Give me my rightful place; make me second only to you... otherwise, we'll have to do it the hard and still delightful way."

"You won't break me just as this tower won't hold me." Killer replied, but Persephone smiled widely and ignored his words, instead yanking the two alien goddesses off the ground, pulling them up to their feet and licking her lips as she stared at his mighty, monstrous member, wondering idly: "Now, how do we use these other two morsels...?"

Almost in the same moment, however, a new and monstrous energy signature, enormous and threatening, caused Killer's senses to scream at him. He looked towards the door of the cell, and saw Persephone's eyes bulging in shock and horror as she turned around, horribly aware that she had finally been caught in the act. There was no other exit, and somehow this immense, deadly force of nature had gotten all the way to the door in a stealthy way, revealing its presence only when it was way too late for her to escape.

They all watched as the disturbingly labia-like walls of flesh covering the door pulled open, revealing the ugly and terrible fangs of rib-like bones, yellowed and rotting because of Killer's corruption spreading through everything... and when all the other layers of the impenetrable access had retreated out of the way, a malignant wind of energy erupted inside the tower, while a massive and badly-defined shape walked forth through the darkness. Killer saw tentacles and tendrils and ugly growths shifting in the air around the figure, jutting out of it in a powerful, ever-evolving chaos, and he gritted his fangs, tensing as he tried to understand who this monster was. The energy signature was enormous and completely dwarfed those he had learned to associate with Cerberus and Thanathos, leaving him wondering whether this was someone new and worse... or whether the attempts to yank the secrets to his strength out of his body had finally worked.

It turned out to be the latter, although it wasn't easy to tell, even as the great, hulking monster came into the light. It was hideous, in a word. His great form was deformed by countless tumors and pulsing pustules, while infectious wounds tore deep between masses of diamond-hard, incredibly powerful chords of muscle. His entire form thrummed with enormous, malignant power, the raw, naked chords of muscle flexing and bulging through the tears in his metallic, ugly hide, covered by splotches of fur that had turned as hard as steel, each strand a spike, a weapon jutting out of him. Infectious wounds covered his form, swelling and bubbling with disgusting ichors and festering with massive, crawling parasites that, Killer realized after a moment, resembled his huge, monstrous sperms, but covered in a bug-like exoskeleton of black, metal-like bone. They greedily consumed flesh and muscle, tunneling through his form, digging even into the hard muscle and leaking a thick sludge of corruption. It was horrible to look at, but Killer was in no doubt that nothing about it had anything to spare with weakness. No infection, no parasite, no wound was harmful to that monster, just as none had been harmful to him in the long run, no matter how ferociously he had been tortured. All the corruption, all of the infections, were actually violent, chaotic evolution that rebuilt everything it destroyed, and made it stronger by far. Even as thick, tube-like growths pushed out of his form, pumping hideous sludges into his system; even as tumors and pustules and nodes pulsed across his mighty body, even as his hulking muscles tore through the metallic skin and became exposed, he only got stronger with every moment that passed. Huge spikes of bone jutted out of his back and out of his limbs at random, giving him an asymmetric, terrible look but making him seem all the larger, all the more imposing on his massive legs, which had bent forwards under his great weight and had developed new, imposing muscular mass to give him formidable speed and reach, hard to even quantify. His torso was especially hideous to contemplate as much of his abs had been devoured by festering, enormous parasites well visible lodged into his insides. His guts had turned black and muscular and filthy with the endless oozing of a thick, acid sludge, and several long ropes hang out through the large openings in his abdomen, shifting threateningly, thrumming and flexing with eagerness and power.

A ridged, massive cock dangled heavily between his legs, ending in a monstrous flare, flat and terribly wide, while a medial ring jutting with thick spikes of bone and hard flesh gave his member a hellish look reinforced by the ungodly amounts of filth leaking from the rotten flesh which bubbled with infections and throbbing warts. Huge tube-like veins pulsed hideously as they pumped endless amounts of thick corruption into the huge member, and cockslime and smegma dangled in ropes from the monstrous head. The whole member festered with hungry, terrible parasites poking out of the tormented meat, bur even so the cock was almost unbelievably hard and solid, heavy and powerful as it smacked loudly into the thighs of the monster, hanging in front of monstrous testicles that were covered in thrumming veins and flakes of decay and semi-solid filth.

The beast stank. Horribly. But under the rot and the decay, the death and sickness, there was terrible, thick power and a masculine presence to put gods of virility to shame. The beast grinned, gritting oversized, ugly fangs curved forwards. They had grown through the lips, ripping them apart, and covered the original teeth with an additional, terrible array of knife-like blades. The large head was crowned by great, curved demonic horns that became overlapping segments of dark metal down the back of the skull and neck, before growing into a messy, terrible forest of spikes and blades jutting out of the beast's spine.

Killer recognized the person that the beast had once been only thanks to the eyes, that somehow maintained a hint of their past look, even though they were quickly losing color and turning into dark pits illuminated by merciless pupils of ghastly white. Cerberus stood there for a moment, huge arms spread wide, body thrumming with power as he arched his back slightly and showed off in silence... and then the monstrosity licked his jaws with a long, forked, terrible tongue made of segmented pieces of bone, causing it to grind against his teeth with a sinister sound. His eyes flashed with dark amusement at the realization that Killer had recognized him, and he turned his attention to Persephone, grinning sharkishly down at her and teasing in a terrible, rumbling growl: "See, he gets it. He knows who I am. Do you, my dear Persephone...?"

The goddess stepped back with a flinch of horror and distaste, staring at the enormous creature in shock and still trembling at the thought that Thanathos might finally walk in on her debauchery. She had no trouble slamming it all on his face with her own times and methods, but she was genuinely horrified at the idea that he might caught her in the act. Despite all of her arrogance and self-assuredness, she was afraid that it would have represented the final threshold, getting her husband insane enough with fury to jump at her throat. The other two goddesses, huddled on the floor, retreated in shock, staring up at the new looming monster with eyes full of tears and stupor, babbling words of prayer and hissing at him like feral beasts, instinctively trying to scare him away... but only trembling uncontrollably and pissing themselves in fear as they scampered backwards as quickly as they could.

"C-Cerberus...?" Persephone finally stuttered, and the gigantic monster grinned with dark glee, stomping forwards, heavily, majestically, cracking the floor under his weight, his feet turned almost into metallic hooves, his talons turned into metallic spikes along the front of the great, cruel lump of steel-bone.

"W-what is the m-meaning of this...?" The goddess barked, trying to address her scion with the old tone of command, but her voice trembled and nearly broke, and the monster only smirked coldly, moving another step forwards and looming over her, horrific and magnificent, looking down at her with contempt. She shivered, losing herself in those terrible eyes, staring at his huge, cruel fangs with a sob of terror. She was nearly knocked over by the violent realization that she no longer was the mighty goddess, mistress of a mighty husband, looking down at a useful, ambitious but ultimately powerless mortal who needed her, her knowledge and her cooperation. Cerberus now towered over her, monstrous and horrifically powerful, and she couldn't even count on the help of her husband anymore.

The goddess trembled, retreating a bit further, then her eyes flashed for a moment with some of the old arrogance as she turned around and reached up for Requiem Aeternam... before snarling in pain as the monster's huge hand easily seized her wrist and hefted her clear off the ground, crunching her bone into dust. Cerberus hissed in delight at the sound, grinning widely as he pulled the goddess up and dangled her back and forth like nothing but a little toy, while she whimpered in anguish as the thick, filthy slime covering his fingers burned into her flesh, tearing deep scars into her arm. "Don't even dream about it, bitch." Cerberus said, speaking softly but sounding like the most terrifying of threats, before he mockingly added: "You should have done that while you had the chance..."

Persephone shuddered, silenced for perhaps the first time in her long life, her hand clawing uselessly at the monster's thick wrist, digging into the leaking wounds and the disgusting infection, trying to rip his seemingly-damaged arm apart... but beneath the infection, beneath that layer of disgusting, festering evolution, he seemed to be made of some kind of adamantine material that she couldn't possibly budge or scratch. She let out a cry of pain and frustration, but Cerberus ignored her and turned his cold, terrible eyes onto Killer, an ugly smile contorting his features as he teasingly remarked: "You have been having fun, huh...? You've been enjoying this last while. But the games are now over... and you are still here, chained and trapped. You are so deliciously predictable... you just couldn't pay the price of this whore, huh...? You just couldn't turn your back to your beloved Alexis." The monster softly said, and the quiet tone did nothing to hide the ferocity of his intentions and the cruelty in his voice. The beast paused, then snorted in entertainment and gave a little nod, admitting: "I'll give it to you, though... Alexis is astounding. She is perfection. Even Persephone pales in comparison, so I guess I can see why you'd be so much of an idiot because of her." The monster looked down into Persephone's eyes, snickering at the flash of mixed rage and sincere despair that filled her expression at being snubbed, at having her otherworldly beauty ranked beneath that of someone else. In that moment Killer understood just how frail Persephone truly was, and for a moment he pitied her, observing the way her shoulders slumped, her body shivered and lost strength. She gazed desperately up at him, her eyes begging him to say otherwise, to say that she was the most beautiful of creatures... but despite his sudden mote of affection towards her, Killer could not give her anything like that. Cerberus snorted steam out of his nostrils, laughing darkly and then licking his teeth again, producing that awful scratching sound of bone against bone, before he rumbled: "Tell you what... I'm feeling generous, and I really do like Alexis enough to keep her alive. She'll be the perfect slave-queen for me. I'm going to have fun with her... and she'll have lots of fun with me. Aren't you happy? I will let your beloved one alive! Am I not generous?"

Killer trembled in fury and almost lunged forwards to strain his restraints once more, but he knew it would be useless, so he only gritted his fangs instead, closing his eyes and doing his best to keep his mind cold and focused even as he snarled: "Good luck getting anywhere near her without her beating you into a pulp. You won't even know what hit you."

Cerberus snickered at that, darkly entertained, and then shrugged a bit and nodded in agreement, serenely admitting: "Right now, she'd probably still be a bit of a handful, yeah. But I know you feel my energies bearing down on you, and you see what I've become... How long do you think it will take me to complete my ascension and surpass both of you, huh...? Honestly."

Cerberus paused, grinning sharkishly as he looked into Killer's eyes, and the liger only glared back at him in distaste and rage.

"Thought so..." Cerberus easily commented, before he flexed his new, horrific, majestic form, rumbling as veins bulged and pulsed across the monster's body, his enormous muscles thrumming and bulging so powerfully that they tore further through his armoured hide. He visibly grew, his eyes taking on the white, ghastly glow of a full moon in an otherwise completely dark night, and his jaws gritted in a merciless grin as he teasingly remarked: "See all the progress we got in...? I should thank you, much as it disgusts me to do so. When I was Cerberus Raja I was a mortal. A helpless, pathetic mortal. Absurdly rich, but weak. Scared of everything. Oh, how I hated you for being so strong, and powerful, and able to take all you wanted, free to enjoy your life without any fear, any hesitation, any concern..."

He pulled up one immense arm, grinning widely as he slowly flexed it, striking an easy pose while terrible, malignant energy crackled and thundered around him while his immense bicep swelled explosively, tearing through his metallic hide. "In order to face you in the field I needed ruses, and traps, and that goddamn prison of crystal that sucked in energy on my behalf. Energy which would have vaporized my old, frail body... But now nothing about me is frail. Everything I see around me is food. The gods that I so feared and admired, that I had to carefully tread around, that I had to adulate and trick, that I had to oh-so-carefully twist into doing the dirty work on my behalf..." He paused, and threw Persephone up into the air with an effortless movement of his arm, balling his other hand into a fist and smashing it into her face, sending her flying like a bloody meteor across the cell, crashing ruinously into the fleshy, corrupt wall at the far end of the dark space. "The gods that scared me are now my food!" Cerberus roared, grinning viciously as he threw his head back and flexed again, his muscles bulging almost grotesquely before his ruined torso split open like an impossible vertical jaw, unleashing a cloud of stinking gas that made Killer flinch and close his eyes with a growl of disgust, the stench causing his eyes to burn fiercely. There was a sort of belching sound, and a hideous shifting of black, thick, massive gut-tentacles before Cerberus's body spat out a variety of skulls of all sizes and dimensions, belonging to alien divinities he had mercilessly consumed. "I've been eating a lot, lately... and the more I eat, the hungrier I grow. It gives me so much of a thrill... so much pleasure! I love watching the terror in their eyes as I turn them into my candy... And the more I give in to my urges, the more powerful I become!"

The hideous beast lifted up one enormous hoof and settled it down upon the skulls and bones, crushing them into nothing but powder and tearing a deep gouge into the fleshy, corrupt floor as he dragged the scary, spiked hoof backwards, kicking up a cloud of dust and blood. "The arrogant little assholes that used to obey to Lord Skyfall out of convergence of interests now follow him because of fear! Because they can serve me or be used as the little snacks they are... and even when they serve me, they still tend to end up as food, sooner or later." Cerberus smirked cruelly as he dropped his head forwards and gazed down at the two trembling alien goddesses, smelling their arousal and their terror, savoring the stench of their piss in the air, chuckling at the sight of the golden fluid rolling down their thighs as they trembled violently and instinctively huddled together. Their eyes bulged as they babbled and whimpered prayers, and that only made Cerberus grin all the wider as he playfully, idly added: "Speaking of food... I wouldn't waste these two tender morsels..."

The two aliens shrieked in horror, throwing themselves back and kicking and clawing away from the hulking monster as he slowly spread his arms with a rumble, his muscles bulging explosively and his abs rippling as they tensed sideways, splitting his abdomen open again and vomiting forth a tangle of thick, enormous mutated guts, muscular and powerful, which flexed hungrily and leaked an infernal amount of acid, stinking corruption and filth. The tentacles dropped heavily out, then slithered, splitting apart and flailing outwards, mutating and shifting, each one ripping open at its end, revealing ugly, terrifying jaws lined with terrible fangs and dripping pestilence and ruin.

"S-stay back... back off...! Don't you draw any closer!" The goddess on the floor cried out, staring up at him with bulging eyes, and Cerberus only laughed and stepped resolutely forwards, resting his hands on his hips and smirking cruelly as he taunted: "Or what...?"

She rapidly formed a javelin of bright energy in her hand and tossed it forwards with all of her strength, but the mutant monstrosity ignored it as it crashed uselessly against his almighty form, breaking apart into motes of energy that his body greedily consumed. "Done already...?" Cerberus taunted, before slowly flexing a goliath arm, letting her see the obscene, unholy power in it as he balled his giant fist in front of her face. She cried and shook her head and whimpered, but he only continued to slowly, so slowly push his fist towards her features. In pure despair, the alien goddess leaned forwards and kissed the metallic, segmented, flexible talons and all but licked up some of the disgusting, infectious gunk covering them, doing her best not to vomit even as her throat contracted violently, rebelling against the monstrous taste... and he snorted in contempt, idly kicking up into the side of her head, sending her flying away like a football, crashing into the floor with a breathless shriek of agony as she bounced up with a loud crunch and flew towards the far wall, only to squeal in anguish as a massive tentacle chased after her and twisted violently around her body, yanking her up like she weighted nothing.

The god-turned-goddess trembled and shuddered at that, strutting in his low chanting as he summoned his magic in his help, pointing his palm against the goliath monster and blasting out a series of fireballs that crashed against the tangle of far, heavy gut-tentacles... only to die off in puffs of toxic smoke as the flames were snuffed out by the thick slime soaking the great tentacles. Whatever energy those attacks carried was rapidly and effortlessly consumed, devoured inside the massive, mighty tendrils of infectious meat as they rushed forwards and whip-lashed into her from all sides at once, making her howl in anguish as she uselessly clutched at two of them, pathetically trying to push them away from her body. She was crushed in the middle like a rag, squeezed so hard that blood burst out of even her ears, leaking from all orifices as she groaned in despair, unable to do anything as other tentacles clamped upon her new breasts, clawing and ripping viciously into them as they greedily sucked out her milk and then, after finishing that, her blood. They replaced it with horrendously abundant loads of the infectious gunk and shit filling them, making her gurgle helplessly, writhing and trashing uselessly, completely overwhelmed, turned into nothing but meat by his indescribable power.

"So weak..." Cerberus muttered, looking down at the two whimpering gods with a grimace of distaste. "I'm almost having second thoughts about eating you. I shouldn't eat junk food." He mercilessly taunted, before grinning widely as his abdomen opened hungrily and his blade-like ribs shifted and almost reached forwards to bit onto them, to drag them inside. "But every little helps, I guess..."

The tentacle-guts constricted, flexing powerfully and crushing the two morsels so hard that their skeletons crunched horrendously, disintegrating as they lost any and all semblances of humanity, becoming little more than pulp that was rapidly swarmed over by other, smaller tentacles. The screams abruptly went silent, but Killer saw one eye still rolling, still bulging, still looking out on the world as the tentacle-guts completely enveloped the two goddesses and began to digest them, rumbling and squelching loudly as the jaws of mutated ribs and muscle closed up, forming an impenetrable barrier of muscle.

Cerberus hissed loudly, trembling a bit, and blood and ichors burst out of his wounds as they stretched open a little larger, pulsing ominously as the massive parasites festering upon his flesh became frenzied, biting and gnarling on his flesh in audible, sickening way, rivaling the obscene, disturbing sounds coming from the monster's belly.

Persephone watched on with a gape of shock and horror, crawling out of the bloody crater in the wall and groaning in pain, clutching at her muzzle as blood cascaded from her ruined beauty. Killer made a grimace of distaste, but at the same time frowned and studied Cerberus's twitching features with attention: the tiger was in pain. His body grew visibly stronger and he got an almost sexual thrill from the growth, but at the same time he trembled in pain, tormented by violent spasms that went through his entire form.

Cerberus noticed the frown, and gritted his fangs in a snarling grin carrying many emotions: irritation, rage, and yet also pleasure and amusement. The goliath monstrosity straightened and flexed powerfully, and the tentacle-guts clenched hard and finally seemed to completely squish the two corpses, turning them into nothing but a thick, dark, sick putty that was rapidly and greedily absorbed into the massive body of the beast. The abdomen-mouth again opened, farting out a cloud of tormenting, toxic stench, and then it spat out two broken skulls and other bits and pieces of bone.

"Yes, it is not perfect yet..." Cerberus admitted with a growl, glaring into Killer's eyes with a mix of rage and derision. "You can assimilate every last bit of your prey, with total ease. I can't quite do that yet, but it's just a matter of time. I've cracked open many of your secrets, and the others will soon be mine as well. This is the only reason why you are still alive, Killer... and hopefully it won't be a valid reason for much longer. I look forwards to the moment in which I can finally destroy you, tear you apart bit by bit and devour you. You won't outlive your usefulness, I can assure you of that."

"You are being consumed by the power you stole out of me." Killer remarked, forcing a grin on his muzzle, deliberately provoking the arrogant beast. "It is tearing you apart from the inside, isn't it...? It is making you evolve, and yet it is also destroying you. You'll better hurry, or you'll fall apart without me even needing to break free of this cross."

"Unfortunately for you, I evolve faster than I decay. The infections will only make me stronger, and you know it. I have plenty of gods to devour, and little by little they'll make me stronger than you. Stronger by far." Cerberus coldly replied, and Killer couldn't deny that evidence: as much as Cerberus bled and rotted and suffered with every meal, he was only ever growing stronger and greater. In the long run, the infections, the wounds, the rotting of his insides was only ever going to evolve him to new stages of power and unholy perfection. The awareness filled him with helpless urgency: he needed to break free and put a stop to that evolution. He needed to get out of that tower before it became his grave. He... he needed to stay calm. To hide his fears, his worries. He needed to provoke, torment and stoke hesitations in Cerberus, if it was possible at all.

"The parasites are eating you from the inside... and they are _my_parasites." Killer taunted, doing his best to force a credible grin on his features. "Before long, they will either eat you whole, or turn you into my obedient little pet. You are only turning yourself into a Thrall to my will."

"Nice try, but I know it is not the case." Cerberus easily replied, shrugging slightly. "And even if the risk was real, I still wouldn't stop. I still wouldn't hesitate. There is nothing I won't do in order to get to my goal. I'm not a coward... unlike you." Cerberus paused briefly, pointing one hideous talon-finger at the liger, before his expression trembled with barely contained hate and fury. "You... you are a coward. For all this time you've been nothing but a coward. All those years I spent obsessing about you, fearing that you might just take the universe apart and be done with it, long before I could be ready to challenge you in any way... All of it was for nothing, because you are a spineless coward! A useless wimp afraid of his own power!"

The monster slashed its terrible hand forwards, clawing into Killer's chest, ripping through flesh and bone with fingers that were more like flexible, prehensile blades leaking with terribly toxic slime. The liger hissed in agony as the filthy sludge leaked inside him, burning everything it touched, and Cerberus snarled in terrible, fearsome hunger as he stabbed his talons through Killer's beating heart, ripping chunks out of it and throwing them in his mouth, chewing loudly and sending blood and acid, stinky drool flying in the liger's face. The mutant monstrosity then grabbed the edges of the infected wound and yanked hard in the opposite directions, ripping Killer's chest open almost like it was a book, and his enormous arms dug greedily inside, his talons ripping and grabbing and squeezing into his guts and innards, spilling long ropes of intestine out of him and yanking long pieces straight off, devouring them with snarls of uncontrollable fury. "You don't deserve the power you have! You are unworthy of it!" Cerberus roared, and black fire exploded down his arms and flooded Killer's chest, making the liger howl in anguish as his insides were consumed by the malignant, supernatural fire, before Cerberus pulled back one great fist and grinned viciously as he stretched forth a single talon-finger, dripping with thick, terrible corruption. He stabbed it through Killer's stomach, causing his eyes to bulge almost out of their sockets... before the agony all but worsened as the organ filled up with thick, toxic sludge, swelling larger and larger, growing so much that it pushed painfully against his broken ribs, while at the same time contracting with devastating force. Killer gargled and nearly lost consciousness, his head dropping heavily forwards and his eyes staring at his organ turning black and swelling with infectious pustules... before it simply exploded in a burst of blood and thick, massive parasites that flew all around like shrapnel, before the pieces of pulped tissue and the gore mixed together and formed flexible tentacles of ugly mutant meat. They shot through Killer's body from inside, tearing through muscle, flesh and hide, firing across the room, smacking into the walls all around with terrible violence. "Cerberus laughed, looking at his index with eyes full of cruel glee, and he hoarsely growled: "Anything... I can do anything I want. Every part of me can kill, destroy, enslave, mutate, and corrupt the pathetic weaklings around me. I can kill with a finger... no, with a fucking thought... I can corrupt a world into ruin and complete, helpless slavery... I am limitless." Cerberus paused, flexing his enormous musculature slowly and rolling his shoulders idly as he returned his attention to the breathless, shuddering liger, grabbing him by the neck and choking him cruelly as he growled: "I'd love to do that to your head. Preferably while your dear Alexis watches... and believe me, I will. You won't be able to hold me back for much longer. I'll devour you piece by piece if necessary. In a way or another, I will take all your power away." Cerberus hissed in pain and frustration as the parasites inside his pestilent body viciously turned against him, digging through his impenetrable, mutant musculature and trying to get into his vital organs, and his hulking form shuddered hard for a moment, briefly seeming almost vulnerable.

Killer closed his eyes and desperately tried to establish some sort of contact with those cruel parasites, which had been spawned by the corrupt material taken out of his body and implanted into Cerberus. They had to be similar to his sperms; they had to be genetically very close to him still... but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get them to listen in any way. They only devoured on instinct, and whenever Cerberus took in more power or exerted his energies in an especially demanding way, the beasts were spurred into tunneling through his body all the harder, all the faster, as if to punish him for his growth and evolution.

In reality, they were only interested in the energies they could steal out of their host. "I don't care how much it hurts!" Cerberus snarled, his eyes glowing with terrible, soulless white light as he clawed into his own muscles, trying to rip some of the spiked, terrible parasites out of his flesh. "I don't care how much your essence tries to fight back. I will endure, and I will make it all mine! Mine!" Cerberus hissed, his voice betraying the agony wracking him even as nothing but strength filled the massive, mutant muscles bulging explosively across his goliath form. "As soon as I get these parasites out of the way... I will absorb every last bit of energy out of Existence. I will devour everything and everyone... I will become so powerful that even Light and Darkness will look puny in comparison. I will be stronger than the both of them combined. I will be absolute! And I will give birth to a new and greater and better existence, that will be perfect and mine, for all of eternity."

"Keep dreaming." Killer venomously hissed, but Cerberus only clamped harder down on his throat and grinned savagely as he snarled: "You think you can scare me, false Amon-Ra...? The Cerberus you used to know no longer exists. I'm no longer vulnerable. I'm no longer a mortal. I'm now above the gods... and you no longer impress me. In fact, you disgust me." The mutant monstrosity paused, grinning mockingly as enormous tentacles tore out of his spiked back and wrapped around the liger, squeezing hard enough to break bones and smearing toxic, acid slime all over him, scarring his whole form in horrible, impossible ways, melting his hide away and charring his invulnerable muscles like they were nothing but cheap stews. "You are a failure, Killer. You had this power within you for all of your life, but you were too scared by it to do anything serious with it. You tried being all good and perfect, and miserably failed. You acted like a monster, but failed to become a true beast, the true apocalypse you should have been. You are nothing but a succession of failures, a bag of fears and doubts and ignorance. You've spent all of your life hiding from your own shadow!" The goliath monster sneered, and his hideous tentacles pulsed and thrummed, lashing angrily at the air as they pumped out disgusting corruption and endless swarms of parasites, sending uncountable bug-like beasts crawling all over Killer's form, clawing their ways into his wounds and swarming into his insides, making the liger howl in anguish and horror. "It took you years and years of failures to get where you are... you wasted countless opportunities. I, instead, got this far in mere days, and I become stronger and stronger and stronger with every minute! It's an avalanche now, and you can't stop it, nor keep my pace, because you hide from your power... I, on the other hand, embrace it in all its forms!"

The hideous ultra-god grinned darkly as he looked down at Persephone as she crawled forwards on the fleshy floor, trembling in fear and pain, her body bruised and bloodied, her eyes looking up at her scion with true fear. She knew, for perhaps the first time ever in her life, that she could not control him in any way, that she could not expect him to be merciful, that she could not order or blackmail him around.

She let out an incoherent cry of anguish and terror as the beast's tentacle-guts stretched out towards her, thick and enormous, their horrendous jaws open wide and leaking toxic, infectious gunk while enormous, hungry parasites chewed their way out of the thick, impenetrable meat.

She helplessly hugged herself, as if to protect her enormous, bulging belly full of Killer's own monstrous spawn, crammed full with his gargantuan, monstrous sperms, and she squealed in denial as the great coils of stinking, rotting intestine wrapped around her, crushing on her with surprising, terrible strength and effortlessly hauling her off the ground. Persephone was dripping and hot, her ruined sex flexing as it spewed out a long jet of nectar which mixed with urine as the fear and revulsion made her tremble and struggle, her legs kicking uselessly, her hands vainly clutching at the great, grotesque tentacles. She was only able to react on instinct, overwhelmed as she was by fear and insane, masochistic desire that made her whole body flex while her heavy, pregnant belly rolled with every rough movement.

She cried out as the tentacles coiled around her legs and forced them open wide, her hips bucking helplessly while her prolapsed, obliterated vagina gaped wide, festering with the fearsome, spiked, enormous tails of Killer's sperms lodged deep inside her, ready to impregnate her again as soon as her insanely swollen belly had some free space. Her huge, swollen breasts heaved and leaked milk, causing the great corrupt forest of tendrils, tentacles and fleshy growths to shudder and pulse, flailing at the air, growing excited and hungry.

Persephone whimpered when the tentacles dragged her towards him, forcing her to nuzzle his filthy, ugly but colossal cock, and Cerberus contemptibly seized her by the skull, dragging her face forcefully across his massive shaft, grinding her into his sweaty, flaccid member and into his massive, monstrous balls, making her gasp and cry out in shock as she nearly drowned in his powerful, dirty stench.

"You've filled her up with monsters, huh...? Ugly, throw-away minions... fitting for her, dirty whore that she is. I would have preferred a delicacy... a son you actually cared about, one you actually made powerful... but even these little monsters, I'm sure, will give me far more energy than any god..." Cerberus growled, while trying to force his hideous, immense member right into her maws, holding her skull in place with forceful cruelty, paying no attention to her even as she choked and gargled loudly, vomiting helplessly all over her own face and chest, her whole body shuddering with disgust as she was forced to taste his rotten, infectious and yet omnipotent cock. He grinned widely as the goddess bucked and moaned, her whole body trembling violently, and he hissed in delight as he sensed the monstrous spawn inside her shivering and struggling, trying to dive deeper inside her, desperately trying to escape from him.

Killer grimaced in a mix of horror and undeniable arousal as the hideous tentacles clamped down on Persephone, biting viciously into her great breasts and ripping off chunks of soft meat, spilling blood as they greedily sucked in her milk, replacing it with infectious gunk and swarms of terrifying parasites. They crawled in groups all over her, bug-like and terrible, looking kind of like oversized scorpions or massive, tremendous centipedes walking on spike-like tentacles that punctured her flesh and filled it with venom. One of the tentacles ground almost teasingly against her gaping sex, flexing and bulging hideously as Cerberus snarled and hissed in pain and exertion, forcing a whole armada of parasites down his guts until they burst out in a swarm that invaded her obliterated passage, crawling hungrily inside her even as she howled in disgust, anguish, fear. Almost going insane as she felt them moving inside her, biting into her flesh, scratching and ripping her insides with their spiked, armoured bodies as they scuttled around seeking better, more precious food.

They bit, they stung, they devoured, and Persephone arched her back almost to breaking point as countless bulges became visible in her pregnant belly as the parasites crawled inside and swarmed over the unborn, feral, brutal liger beasts. Parasites and hyperdeveloped, muscular fetuses battled inside her, causing blood and ichors to burst out of her obliterated passage as she vomited blood and cried from bulging, blind, shocked eyes. Countless pulped and broken parasites exploded out of her as her devastated passage flexed and clenched violently, helplessly trying to expel the monstrosities that were ripping the broodmother apart from the inside.

Cerberus looked down with a snarling grin at that mess of broken, destroyed bugs, and he licked his hideous fangs, growling: "I knew it... they'll make for such excellent food...!"

A whole tangle of his tentacle-guts arched up high, all tendrils closing their hideous jaws so that the flanges of bone and teeth formed spikes and harpoons at the end of each tentacle, and he flexed with a roar as the whole group hammered viciously into her ruined pussy, making her howl in misery and agony as blood and ichors exploded out of her groin and her legs went weak and dead, lolling uselessly from her shattered pelvis. The noise coming from inside her grotesquely deformed body was an indescribable chorus of infernal cries and crunches and squelches, as horrendous gunk leaked out of her, together with blood and slime and pieces of bugs and chunky, semi-liquid gore.

One of the largest tentacles bit viciously into something and immediately lashed violently back out, and Killer grimaced as one of the unborn liger beasts was ripped violently out of her, crushed between the four jaws of the great tentacle, which flailed wildly while biting the beast into pieces, crunching its skeleton into pieces and finally swallowing what remained. A bulge traveled thickly down the tentacle, and almost in the same moment another tentacle yanked out, chewing on the upper half of another unborn monster, while the other half, the hind legs, splattered sickly onto the floor, festering with countless parasites which loudly devoured every last piece of meat and crunched even the bones into dust.

The tentacles thrust and twisted savagely, tearing and ripping through the remaining beasts, spearing through them before opening their great jaws to break the feral beasts into pieces. Persephone screamed and cried helplessly, as she rocked forwards out of control, slammed around by the violent thrusts, her hands uselessly clutching into the long, thick coils of intestine, as blood and other sick ichors leaked from around the tangle of massive tentacles and out of her clenching, cramping vagina as she felt her body begin to shiver uncontrollably. She could do nothing but bounce up and down the great tentacles, her face crashing into his invulnerable abs and into his filthy cock, propelled by his violent pistons, her belly spasming and deflating horribly as her breasts jounced and she howled in agony. Cerberus, howled in almost as much agony but nonetheless threw his head back with a snarling grin of pure delight, his body flexing with obscene power, his veins swelling to the size of tubes as they pumped corruption and pure, raw power, a power he'd rarely known. He clawed into his own head, into his face, drawing dark blood from his mutant meat, laughing almost deliriously at the amount of energy that rushed into him with every feral liger-beast that his tentacles ripped apart and consumed. He felt glorious, even as the parasites festering in his body went into a vengeful frenzy, biting, stinging, clawing, digging deep into his system, filling every inch of his being with agony and with the acute awareness that he was far from perfect still... that he couldn't yet become absolute. Unlike Killer, he couldn't handle those massive influxes of new power. Not without it turning against him and trying to crush him out of existence. His body, unlike Killer's, had never had a fraction of the strength meant to support that omnipotent flow of energy... but he was growing into it through the pain. The pain brought power. It was enough to make it welcome. To make it delightful. And even though his body shuddered and begged for him to stop, he experienced a physical ecstasy beyond anything he'd ever experienced before. He felt strong, powerful, godlike, and he savored the glory of his ascension, and of his power to consume all forms of life. Even those initiated by his great rival.

The monster's massive testicles bounced, soaked in blood, his dark, rotten abs caked red and black by the gore leaking out from around the tangle of tentacles, before she howled all the harder as her passage clenched against the pistoning tentacles, and Persephone bucked several times once more, screaming and arching her back as her eyes bulged and several massive spasms rolled through her body as it helplessly attempted to abort and push out the broken, pulped remains of the monstrosities in her belly.

Cerberus snarled in delight as the supreme effort of her body amazingly pushed even his great tentacles back, but he flexed and slammed all the harder back inside her, ramming her hard a few more times, further demolishing whatever was left inside of her... before all of the great tentacles tore viciously out, flexing and chewing hard on the remains while a torrent of blood, ichors and semisolid gore gushed out of her as her belly deflated in a fearsome way, her whole body going limb as she screamed breathlessly, barely managing to sound like a gargle as her form helplessly flexed again and pushed out several other unidentifiable chunks that splattered onto the floor, all covered in terrible parasites that continued to greedily devour the pieces.

"Oh, yes..." Cerberus hissed, his goliath form trembling visibly but at the same time growing taller and stronger, muscles bulging with tremendous power as he arched his back and flicked his great tentacles sideways, throwing the broken goddess away like she was nothing but a used rag, sending her crashing sickly into the floor. He looked down at her with a cruel laugh, and then slowly turned his burning, soulless white gaze towards him, grinning widely as he growled: "In the end, I should probably thank your family. Your ineptitude made things easier: everything I need is within you, and you failed to capitalize on it. You could have taken Existence in your hand... instead you just kept that power warm on my behalf."

Killer trembled in fury, staring at his expanding body in horror, able to easily perceive the massive increase in the amount of malignant energies pumping inside his hulking muscles... but then Cerberus snickered and taunted: "And now, just in time, just as expected, Alexis is going to guide me straight to the Center of the Universe, giving me the last ingredient for my ascension."

Killer's eyes bulged at the mention of Alexis, and his heart immediately began to thrum faster, pain filling his chest as he frantically thought of where he had heard about the Center of the Universe. He couldn't remember, especially with his brain overwhelmed by countless questions about Alexis's status and whereabouts; about the dangers that his family faced. Yet, there was one part of his pained, exhausted mind that kept screaming at him about the absolute importance of that place.

Cerberus looked entertained by his confusion. "Oh, my. Ira and Vesta must be frustrated by hell: you are a terribly poor student. The Center of the Universe is the fabled home of the Sisters of Fate. The source of everything. The divine cloister built around the Well of Eternity, where all the energies of Existence sooner or later pass through." Cerberus idly replied, tilting his head to the side with a smirk of derision. "Your ignorance makes me almost feel sorry for you. All that strength, so utterly lost in a world you don't understand."

Killer snarled through clenched fangs, his whole form boiling with frustration and fury, and he urgently barked: "What has that old legend got to do with Alexis?"

"Oh, but it is not a legend. It is as true as you and me. And she wants to get there because she has no clue where you are, so intends to ask the Sisters to locate you, obviously. Simple, and so wonderfully predictable. It was enough to use a Reaper to stealthily remind one of your own about that "legend", and to tell him that Elelyon knew how to get there... and bam! Alexis was informed right away, and she quickly and efficiently got Elelyon to talk." Cerberus replied, smiling softly, and his false kindness only made him look all the more malignant and terrible. "And since you are so entertaining when you are scared and worried about your beloved Alexis, I'll be generous and give you the chance to entertain me further. She doesn't know it, but thanks to Thanathos's reapers, I can spy on her every move. I will follow her all the way to the Well of Eternity. She has... forced Elelyon to give up the secret and plot the route, and I'm very grateful for it. I could have never done that: the old fart would have self-destroyed his mind to shut me out. But Alexis is a woman of endless resources and talents, and convinced him."

Killer swallowed thickly, remembering what he had read about the Sisters and the Threads of Life, the strings of energy that emerged from the Well of Eternity and that fed every single life across Existence. Vesta and Ira had instructed him about that, but it had been a quick lesson as the story was little more than a legend. Not even Vesta was certain about the existence of a center of the Universe, or more accurately of Existence. Some said that the centre had to be the place where Light and Darkness had clashed and destroyed each other with the colossal explosion, with the Big Bang that had given birth to all universes. It hadn't felt like something important at the time, while far more immediate emergencies worried them all.

But now Killer began to realize the full extent of Cerberus's grandiose plan, and the color drained from his face: if the Well was in any way similar to what the legend said, it would channel all energies. All of them. All lives came from it, and all energies returned to it whenever someone died. The Well connected Existence with the Unworld, the merciless dimension that broke down all forms of life, all objects and all creations, grinding them back to the state of pure energy. If Cerberus managed to get to the Well and then ordered the destruction of all the Anchors that the Swarm had located across the galaxies and universes, he could become truly invincible, truly endless. All the energy released would flood through the Well... and if Cerberus could absorb it without being overcharged and incinerated, or consumed by angry parasites, then it would well and truly be game over. Nothing and no one could then hope to stand up to him in any way.

Cerberus grinned widely as he studied Killer's shocked expressions, nodding and pointing a terrible, pestilent finger towards him, saying softly: "I see you understand. The last piece of the puzzle is about to slot into place. You and your dear, beloved girl are handing me my triumph on a silver plate. I just have to make sure I'm ready in time for the great finale... and in a way or another, I will. I will get rid of these parasites. I will perfect my form. I will make myself the ultimate predator!"

Killer gritted his fangs, struggling uselessly against his restraints, snarling and foaming at the mouth, thinking of nothing but his family heading into danger while he could do nothing to warn them, help them, ensure they would come out of it safely. It only made Cerberus grin wider, but he couldn't help it at that point. His heart thrummed violently in his chest, his whole body shuddered with horror and fear.

"The only regret I have is that for a while I won't be able to torture you with my own hands." Cerberus easily said, looking idly at his devastating talons as they leaked thick, disgusting sludge. "I'll have to follow your wife closely. Entering the Center of the Universe is a complex and dangerous affair... close to impossible, in fact. I want to make sure she does all the heavy lifting for me. She'll be easier to tame if she is properly tired from smashing open the door and fighting through whatever security the Sisters have in place. I expect the Cloister to be well hidden, and well protected."

"You disgusting coward..." Killer venomously snarled, but Cerberus only patronizingly patted his cheek, shaking his head slowly and correcting: "You are the coward, Killer. You could have crushed the RA, me, the gods and everything else under your heel many years ago... but you blew your chance up. I'm just smart. The victorious strategist seeks battle only when victory is already certain, remember? I'm sure you were taught the Art of War, even though your habit of charging headlong into traps makes me doubt how well you have absorbed the lessons." The hulking monster straightened, flexing with a hungry growl, and his monstrous musculature had visibly expanded even further, his height had increased, the energy radiating off him was even more terrible, even as black, terrible chords of corrupt sinew spread over his form, strangling it, wrapping tightly around his growing body, restraining it, trying to contain it while ever increasing numbers of parasites and ever expanding infections vainly attempted to consume him. "I just wanted to say bye, little prince. But don't worry... even across the distance, you'll continue to feed me. Thanathos's reapers will bring me everything I need. Including pieces of you, still warm." Cerberus grinned, displaying his ugly, terrible fangs in all of their hideous glory. "Wonderfully useful little things, the reapers... unmatched spies, and unmatched messengers. They can get literally everywhere; they can't be shut out of any place; and they can travel pretty much instantaneously to literally any place in Existence. Their only defect is that they still insist on listening only to Thanathos." The monster turned his gaze towards Persephone, who was sobbing silently and tremblingly picking herself up, her hide hanging loosely over her belly that had so violently and so abruptly been emptied and deflated. He studied her with a grimace of distaste and then spat: "And that's the only reason why I still bother keeping your husband around. Be grateful for it, whore... because if I didn't need him, I wouldn't need you, either. And I'd eat you, right here and now... or not. No, thinking about it I think I'd allow your belly to fill up again. At least a few times. This was a wondrous meal for me. I'd like to have more, before disposing of you."

"Y-you... will pay for this!" Persephone pathetically barked, and Cerberus only laughed loudly, before crushing her head under his hoof-like foot, grinning as she screamed in pain.

"No, disgusting wench, I won't. You, on the other hand, might soon pay for your sins... I suggest you tune your adultery right down, bitch. Thanathos is currently getting his own treatment. He'll soon resemble me... or, more likely, become even more ugly than me, considering from where he starts. You can expect him to be furious, overeager, and terribly hungry, so if I was in you I'd try very hard not to get him angry. If you still remember how to adulate and seduce, I suggest you try very hard to calm down his fury. He might no longer be willing to close his eyes in front of your provocations." Cerberus paused, then slowly twisted his hoof in place, making her howl in anguish as her skin ripped and tore, her face becoming a bloody, ruined mask as he venomously added: "And be aware of this: I call the shots now. My scientists are giving Thanathos only a watered-down amount of Killer-juice, just to shut him up, so don't think he's going to be able to stop me. I'm far stronger than him, and the balance will only ever tilt more and more in my favor. And naturally you'll be under special surveillance, bitch. Try to talk to Thanathos about any of this, and you'll regret it bitterly. Try to convince him to play hero and obstacle me, and you'll regret it. Come into this cell once more, and you'll regret it. Try to get Requiem out of Killer... and I'll make sure to fucking eat you. You. Don't. Mess. With. My. Plans. Are we absolutely, positively clear on that...?"

Persephone sobbed weakly, her hands helplessly clawing at his ankle, and Cerberus snorted impatiently and shifted his weight slightly, causing her skull to audibly creak under his hoof. "Am I clear?"

"Y-yes... sir..." Persephone finally whimpered, before correcting herself as he again twisted his hoof: "Master! Yes, Master! Yes, you are clear...!"

"Good..." Cerberus hissed, before dragging his great hoof back, grinding her into the floor and finally kicking her towards the door. "Get the hell out, and go patch up your wounds. Thanathos wants you alive and well and will find you alive and well. And smiling, too, right, bitch...?"

"Y-yes, Master..." Persephone spluttered, wiping blood from her muzzle as she tremblingly stood up and began to retreat towards the door. Her eyes were full of tears as she sneaked a last gaze towards Killer's own. The liger swallowed, moved to pity by her miserable state, and he tried to communicate... something. He wanted to encourage her somehow, but he felt so exhausted, pained and worried that he wasn't sure what, if anything, his face had managed to convey. Perhaps nothing but despair.

"What happens once Thanathos finds you in his chambers is not my business. But I hope he rips you apart. I certainly would." Cerberus finally spat, glaring at her with nothing but distaste as she sobbed and limped out of the tower, dripping blood all over the floor, her ruined vagina still leaking ichors and parasites and gore. Killer realized that it was possibly the last he was going to see of her... but his insides, his very mind were already reduced to a silent wasteland of worries and pain, and he stared at her bloodied figure almost without seeing it. Lost and speechless.

"You never were and never will be the Amon-Ra, Killer... but cheer up. You will have played a very important part in my ascension, even though nobody will ever learn of it. But at least I will remember... probably. For a while, at least. My reign will be eternal, so I'll probably have better things to remember, eventually." Cerberus teased, grinning widely as he turned around and left, his laughter echoing into the tower even after the fleshy curtains had clamped closed behind him.