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Time for another chapter to go online. We are getting close to the finish, but as you'll see, the battles are still far from over. All the enemies have set their plans in motion. There is quite a lot of sex, violent and powerful, in this chapter, but hopefully you'll be able to enjoy the scene in all of its ferocity. As always, you are encouraged to drop comments and let me know what you think. I'm always thankful for comments, and they give me good reasons to keep going.

The universes keep floating helplessly around the Well of Eternity. The vast majority of living beings don't even imagine it exists, yet their fate depends on it. And on the greatest power to ever exist, as it continues growing and evolving. That power shudders, torn violently between light and darkness, between what's right and what's selfishly pleasing. And around the great fire of that clash, countless smaller but terrible evils swarm hungrily, seeking their chance, seeking their share of that glorious, all-consuming fire. One of them dreams to steal away the...

Chapter 96 -** Son of Apocalypse **

Killer groaned in anguish, and grimaced as the stink of his own breath filled his nose. It smelled of blood, rot, sickness and, undoubtedly, of every single one of the countless poisons he had been tormented with. He just couldn't tell the smells apart, especially as he tasted blood and copper and vomit in his mouth, his lips almost glued together and opening only slowly and painfully. His eyes struggled to break open, and his ears seemed to scream and whistle at him, making it hard to understand what was happening around him... and whether he was still fighting in his own soul, in his own mind, or whether his consciousness was back facing the outside world. He had erratically crashed between the two frontlines in the past... hours? Days? He had no idea. Now that he could find no relief, not even in his mind, it was simply impossible to tell the moments apart. One moment his eyes opened upon his cell, upon the fleshy, bloody walls that pulsed and shifted and flexed and crawled with malignant, parasitic life. Another moment he faced his own memories, warped into nightmares, desperately fighting back the corrupted versions of his beloved wives and friends and Disciples. One moment he was staring at Cerberus's scientists ripping his body apart; the next he was fighting Darkness away from what remained of his consciousness and of his memories.

His ears filled with laughter, and even then, even in those miserable conditions, the sound of people laughing of him caused a sudden burst of burning rage in his chest. His prideful nature had never changed: he hated failing, at anything, and he immediately felt something inside him sinking if he was proven wrong... he just couldn't stand being humiliated, and the fact that there was people there laughing of him hurt him almost more than the countless wounds pulsing and festering with parasites all over his hulking form. He blinked, breaking the crust of filth and dried blood keeping his eyes shut, and he winced a bit as a surprising amount of light tore into them, making him guess that he was back in his memories... only for the image to become clearer as the minotaur scientist leaned forwards, their muzzles almost touching as the demon smirked widely and chuckled. "Bad dreams, sunshine...?" The monster teased, grinning widely, and the other scientists laughed again, causing Killer to grit his fangs in irritation. He couldn't quite distinguish their shapes yet, but they were all swarming around him, and he hissed as the pain from every corner of his body returned to the fore, in full and merciless definition, making his back arch as a shiver went down his spine. Bones creaked audibly and ominously with every little movement, and the pain was so intense that he couldn't quite locate its multiple sources... indeed, he couldn't quite feel his limbs at all.

Blood leaked into his eyes, making him blink again, and he realized with horror that the minotaur was tinkering with his head, no less, maneuvering some large and ominous metallic tools into a wound cut roughly open in his forehead and through his solid skull.

The fetid breath of the minotaur washed over his face, making him flinch, and he felt the intense need to head-butt the demon and smash his head open... but as soon as he tried to move, he felt terrible agony exploding into his head as the metallic tools and blades tore deeper into his brain. Moreover, his throat immediately slammed into a solid, heavy collar of dark metal which almost entirely prevented any real movement of his head. It took him a moment to realize that the thick metal crudely pushed up into his lower jaw, so much that he could barely force his mouth open. The scientists, clearly, had taken into account the possibility that he might react to this latest, monstrous experiment. Killer would have normally been able to snap the new restraint with ease, but now he felt tired, sore, and weak. And in any case, he couldn't move while the minotaur tinkered with his brain with large metal tools, could he...?

Killer looked downwards, past his chest forced open by a variety of hooks and heavy clamps, and he had to repress a shiver of horror at the sight of his majestic cock as it regenerated and grew back after they had literally chopped it off him. Clearly the scientists had found the regeneration of his colossal member a particularly good source of information and precious, divine genetics: the large cockmaw was savagely stretched out by a multitude of tubes that went all the way down his shaft, and one of the fallen angels scientists kept slicing open the dark flesh as soon as it regenerated, spreading the wound wide with a series of hooks and then brutally cutting off samples of the corruption that filled up the cuts and rapidly evolved and grew into thick, adamantine meat that lashed out in the forms of thin but powerful tentacles, trying to swat away all the obstacles to a full healing.

His lower abs had been sliced open as well, and large probes had been buried deep inside his groin and inside his heavy, ponderous testicles. Large metallic tubes swelled and flexed, jerking violently in the air around him as they pumped out an endless amount of seminal fluids, corruption, sperm and hormones, that flowed into vast, dedicate tanks. Apparently the scientists were now confident enough to do some of their experiments directly into his cell, and they were all grinning almost maniacally as they worked eagerly, one on each area. Another of the corrupt, monstrous angels gave him a shudder of pure agony as he twisted something inside his beating heart. For all Killer could see, Cerberus's scientists were working on most, if not all his spiritual and physiological centers, digging into the essence that made him what he was... and their eager, pleased expressions told the liger that they were getting good results from it. He didn't know whether they could get all the information they needed... but for sure they could get much of it.

Killer stared at one of the mortal scientists as he carefully tried to cut up one of his gigantic, monstrous sperms, which had somehow been singled out and nailed to a metallic table complete with some really solid manacles and restraints. The enormous sperm was still putting up a fight, however, and his grotesquely spiked exoskeleton, or carapace, or whatever it was, was proving exceptionally difficult to cut open, even as the corrupted, deformed scientist used glowing blades infused with great amounts of raw energy. All of the scientists had mutated even further since the last time he had taken a conscious look at their hideous, pestilent forms, and that told him that they had eagerly tested on their own bodies at least some of what they had dug out of him. It was probably the reason why the toxic, destructive atmosphere of the cell no longer worried them as much as before: their massive bodies were already rotting away and festering with vast hordes of ferocious, massive parasites, so they could hardly poison themselves any worse. Just like Cerberus and Thanathos, the scientists had grown enormous and powerful, their bodies hulking with new and mighty muscles and supernatural strength and abilities developing within them at a fearsome rate. Just like them, however, they had not escaped the tremendous "side effects", and the mortals in particular, unsurprisingly, seemed to falling apart very quickly under the assaults of the insatiable parasites tunneling through their flesh. Everything they had been before the operation had been destroyed and lost: Killer couldn't even guess what species they might have been. Now they had fiery crimson eyes staring out of ugly holes in a sort of exoskeleton of metallic, adamantine skin that had somehow peeled loose from the muscle beneath and had bulged outwards, pushed out by hordes of parasites, tumors, uncontrollable growths and depots of pure corruption which leaked out of wounds and ruptures. It made him somewhat uneasy that his essence could cause such hideous things to appear, and part of him wondered why his power seemed to reproduce itself in form of ever-evolving, undefeatable sickness... but he only needed to think of his beautiful daughters to be reassured. The scientists were monsters because they were thieves, trying to imitate and hijack his power. They were daring too much and their bodies were falling apart, crushed under the tremendous burden that said immense power represented... right? He hoped so, at least.

Killer's eyes sought Thanathos in the room, but surprisingly, the god seemed to have gone. Immediately, the liger looked down at his chest, a tiny ray of hope shining inside his mind... but Requiem was still there, buried deep in his flesh and crackling with obscure, malignant energy.

The minotaur, the head scientist, noticed the liger's inquisitive gaze and immediately punished it by poking a blade deep through the opening in his skull, tearing directly into his brain and causing the liger's body to become entirely and painfully stiff for a few long and tormenting moments... before the demon grabbed Requiem instead, and even as the weapon glowed and zapped him with an angry, punishing discharge of force, he yanked the heavy scythe around and twisted it inside the terrible wound.

"We are almost there, you know...?" The demon taunted, grinning widely and rolling his muscular shoulders, slowly and majestically flexing just to send countless erratic growths of flesh and bone jutting out of his back and arms, turning his metallic, warped body into a living weapon. "You've put up a far greater resistance than I thought possible, but soon we'll discover every last secret of your body and genetic code." The Minotaur grinned cruelly, flashing horrible, warped teeth that were meant to maim and destroy, rather than simply eat. "I have no clue what's going on in your mind. Maybe you are going insane... Hell knows that we've given you good reasons to! But whatever it is... it has largely broken your defences. It seems like you are suddenly determined to give, as much as you were determined to resist, earlier on."

You have no idea... Killer bitterly thought, making a grimace of fury and frustration.

The minotaur only smirked at that, and he drove a large, terrible needle through the wound in his skull, sucking out a large amount of energy, some of it glowing sapphire, some of it golden, some of it of an absurdly "luminous" jet black. Killer let out a groan of anguish, feeling his head pounding with pain that threatened to split his skull in half, and his eyes fixed on that spinning, glowing mass of energy as the minotaur stared at it with evident glee and excitement. Killer didn't know what it was, but it was obviously something important, and his heart missed a beat as the corrupted, hideous angel working on his sore, wounded, maimed cock grinned and held up a special, heavily armoured "bottle" of crystal containing a spiral of the same kind of energies. Killer had a moment to appreciate how the various streams of energy had formed into a large DNA helix... or better, into something resembling it, but larger and with at least four, rather than two, filaments. It glowed with intense force, and the filaments seemed to clutch an endless succession of tiny stars, smalls but incredibly, impossibly luminous. Tremendous power radiated from the bottle, even as the walls of crystal seemed to pulse, glinting with a sinister, ghastly light as they did their best to contain that great power.

"Piece by piece, we are replicating your whole genetic treasure!" The minotaur squealed, grinning widely as his crimson eyes widened in an expression of triumphant glee... and then something else tore in his head, and Killer let out a howl of agony, throwing his head back to escape that inferno and only bumping violently into the crystal cross behind him.

Everything faded into darkness for a moment, and when his eyes opened again, he startled and nearly collapsed, his legs trembling violently and failing him. He panted violently, grabbing his thrumming head and darting a gaze around him. It was immediately clear that he was back into his soul, into his memories... but where? What had happened before he had gone back to his cell...?

He was in the military boarding school of Arkaley, in Ire... in a dark corridor leading into the basement of the school, a maze of storage spaces in good measure forgotten by the very staff of the school. There was nothing important down there... old desks covered in scribbled messages and caked with used chewing gums, old chair which were either broken or worn enough to be close to breaking; old maps that the succession of wars and conflicts had made obsolete, and a multitude of army-issue crates filled with who knew what. Killer had never really wandered through the whole maze of dusty rooms beneath the college, but he had seen the old armory and some other mostly disused spaces. Some of the teachers of the school had brought him down there when they were still too shy to be over about how much they liked the muscular Adonis that had arrived from the north, the fourteen years-old prince who put any and all grown men to utter shame. Overall he had good memories of that dark, dusty place, that sort of cave which had echoed with the moans of multiple beautiful women that he remembered with fondness. But now, of course, his memories were no longer a safe refuge, and the cave was cold, and wet, and ominous. He suddenly remembered how he had rushed downstairs earlier, to escape his tormentors. No, not even the corrupt, evil, savage manifestations of his beloved girls, no... the warped, monstrous and incredibly strong bullies of his past. The jocks of the military boarding school; the ones who had tried to make his life an inferno from the very moment he had arrived, unwanted and unwelcome, from Kesteven. The ones who had made plenty clear that his father's idea of improving and building relationships with the south was not going to be easy... indeed, it was not going to be workable.

Back in the days, however, despite being four years older than him, the jocks of the school had been laughably small and weak in comparison to him. They had never been a credible physical threat and whenever their stupidity had led them into contests of strength and prowess with him, he had mopped the floor with them. They had mostly harassed him with the power of money and influence, but Killer could live with that without too much trouble... and in any case, he had ended up making more money than they could possibly dream of when he had started doing porn shots and just take donations from willing cuckolds and paypigs. Hell, he had started fucking rich hotwives only after their husbands paid him for it, and that had made him absurdly rich. One night, in the heat of the moment, drunk on his own physical supremacy that gained him worship usually reserved to divinities, he had demanded to be paid a whopping thousands Irenic dollars for every inch of his cock if he had to fuck "unworthy preys"... and with great amusement, he had been paid without hesitation. He had turned several rich families into derelict bands of hobos in a matter of a few nights, and soon enough he had become the owner of the homes, and mothers, of his bullies. His bullies had had not gone down without a last few desperate attempts to stop him, however. They had tried to get him killed by organizing "accidents" and paying hit mans more or less convincing to have him assassinated, but Killer had always come out on top, because few weapons were powerful enough to hurt him and those few were generally outside the reach of his bullies. Those vicious assaults had played a part in turning him into the monster he had been for the following several years. Killer didn't want to find excuses and didn't want to shift the blame onto them... not anymore, at least. He was now painfully aware of just what lurked inside him and he could not deny how much his blood boiled when he lorded mercilessly over "lesser beings". It was undeniable, however, that those murderous assaults had filled him with anger and with distaste for that "civilized" world. His bullies had been so eager to hurt him that they had hit indiscriminately in the crowd surrounding him: they had even used bombs at one point, killing a multitude of girls. They had started hunting down and tormenting and murdering his most enthusiastic "fan girls". They were so furious that they started killing their own schoolmates rather than accept their choices. Killer had lost people he genuinely cared for. Perhaps he didn't love those women, but he definitely cared about them in many more ways than other people imagined when seeing the tattoos, the leashes, the collars, the depraved shirts. It all looked like cold, callous ownership, but he had cared for them almost as much as they had cared for him.

Seeing them in puddles of blood had changed the way he looked at the people around him. Up to that point it had largely been a game, at least to his eyes... but after those events, he had become progressively more savage. He started punished that cruelty with cruelty of his own, and he found out how much he delighted in it.

He had to admit it: those years in the south had all been pretty damn entertaining. Even the boys' best attempts to make his life miserable had ended up playing in his favor. They had sought to ostracize him and depict him as a brute and a monster... and eventually he had found delight in being exactly that. Those years had felt so good, in fact, that they had spoiled and corrupted him, filled him with ever greater hungers and led him straight into lawless, senseless destruction when he had completely lost the sense of measure and ceased to worry about the difference between what he could do and what he should do.

That had been the past. Monstrous in its ways, but at least definitely tilted in his favor. He had been the boss.

But in this modified, warped, nightmarish version of his memories, those same failed bullies who had spectacularly failed to crush him, now looked like giants. Dripping darkness and pestilence all over the place, they hunted him down from classroom to classroom, and he had had to fight every step of the way as he tried to cross the college to get to Black. He could sense his presence, almost smell him... and it wasn't hard to follow the cracks in reality and the scorched marks left by Darkness's corruptive essence. The world of his memories was changing around him, corrupting more and more by the moment, and Killer was struggling to keep the pace. He could hear the stomping steps of the giants on the floor above him, and he took a deep breath before standing up. Wyvern had vanished, of course, and when he tried to summon it he found that he couldn't. He was back in his fourteen years old body, of course, his mane shorter, his musculature hulking and formidable yet almost small compared to his present day self... and his bullet necklace was gone as well, replaced by a simple and heavy chain. He spent a brief, painful moment mourning the loss of the golden bullet, not so much because of how it reminded him of the day that had marked a dramatic change in his life, but because of the connection it represented. When he and Alexis were apart, they could find some comfort in that shared little jewel, and being robbed of even that left him reeling for a moment. He walked back towards the stairs, picking up speed as he went and then charging up them, jumping multiple steps at a time and clenching his hands into fists, knowing what expected him on the other side. He pushed open the door, half-hidden behind a corner, and emerged in the main hallway of the college, taking one last deep breath as he came into full view of the mutant monstrosities towering in the corridor. Killer looked towards the glass doors at the other end of the vast hall, and at the park beyond, where he could sense Black's presence. The sky in that direction thundered and flashed with discharges of destructive energy far worse than any lightning bolt could ever hope to be. Killer had a pretty clear idea of where Black was: in the old, ramshackle shack that had been a leftover dormitory of a bygone age in which soldiers were a mass of recalcitrant young conscripts who could be parked in barely acceptable accommodations. Disused and abandoned for years, left there to rot, that shack had been the place where the officers commanding the military school had decided to accommodate the visiting prince sent to be an ambassador of peace and rapprochement. It had been a decision taken to humiliate and discourage him, but Killer had not allowed it to bother him, and he had actually good memories connected to that place. Even though he had abandoned it eventually, moving into a luxurious estate when the money had started overflowing from his pockets, he had evidently retained enough of an attachment to that hut that the whole memory apparently hinged on it.

Killer sprinted down the hall, even though a crowd of shapeless, faceless figures immediately cluttered his path, forcing him to shove his way past. They all towered above him, at least as much as he had towered on the students back in the day, and shoving them out of his way was like trying to move mountains.

Killer grunted as a barely shaped cadet carrying a rucksack on one shoulder ploughed into him, shoving him backwards like he was a toy, and he reached up to grip into the creature's waist, using his tremendous momentum against him and hefting his towering body over his shoulder, tossing it back into the crowd. He advanced a few steps, but immediately other faceless beings slammed into him from all sides, and he barely had time to slam his hands against another gigantic cadet, digging his feet into the ground as he resisted that seemingly infinite strength, before slipping past, grunting as he crashed between two more bodies, and raked by another passing figure. It felt like he was trying to swim through concrete, and the only sound that filled his ears was that of insults and laughter. They made fun of him, little foreigner, primitive brute from a failed country on the mountains. They made fun of his weakness. They laughed of his grunts, of his pain, of his struggle to move past, to cross the hall. And he hated every instant of that torture, and he snarled in helpless fury and frustration, uselessly trying to teleport, to fly, to at least shut that awful noise out of his head... But his control over the memory, over that part of his consciousness, was slipping so rapidly that nothing ever worked.

"Here we come, little prince!" One of the gigantic monstrosities announced, and the other bullies cackled as they easily shoved the shapeless crowd out of the way, converging on him from all sides. Killer gritted his fangs and charged forwards with a grunt, smashing his shoulder into two more faceless cadets and throwing them aside, sprinting past them... before a gigantic fist slammed down, festering with horrific parasites, and he narrowly avoided it, slowing down abruptly as it shattered the floor in front of him, before he jackknifed it and used his hand as an axis to swing both of his feet up, smashing them into the bully's deformed, hideous face. The impact echoed across the hall and sent a splatter of pus and infectious sludge flying off the beast's head as it recoiled backwards slightly... but the huge monster only growled irritably and turned around to smack the back of his fist into Killer's back, sending him crashing onto the floor. "Stupid bitch northerner! I'm gonna kick your ass from here to the cave you crawled out of!"

Killer hissed in pain and humiliation as he skidded over the marble floor, slamming a hand down into it and pushing back up to his feet, running straight into an opening between another bunch of shapeless cadets, before another of the huge, mutant monsters literally kicked a bunch of those faceless bodies flying against him. Killer grunted as he was slammed sideways by their absurd, grotesque weight, shielding himself as best he could, but the whole crowd recoiled and slammed into him, pushing him inexorably towards the wall... before another huge beast stomped in, crushing a couple of cadets under his vast, heavy feet like they were nothing but bugs. He was horrendously mutated, his face a skeleton covered by a dark layer of thick, toxic sludge and crawling parasites, but somehow Killer recognized him: he had been a bear, son of a rich family of Arkaley, and had been high up in the pecking order within the school. Now it was a god-killing monstrosity towering to the roof, hulking with enormous, grotesque muscles and armed with a number of spiked tentacles that flailed angrily around him, arching out of his back. "Where are you going, little prince...? Always in such a hurry!" The mutated bear taunted, viciously kicking into the crowd and turning the giant, faceless cadets into a slurry of heavy body-parts that felt like they were made of steel and stone as they hailed down against Killer, smacking into him with tremendous force while every last droplet of blood solidified into a dagger, a bullet, a dart, ripping into his flesh and making him hiss in pain. The bear charged in with a cackle, his enormous hands reaching forwards, and Killer growled and grabbed the arm of the nearest cadet in line, yanking him forwards with all his strength and throwing him against the bear, who caught him with a snort of contempt and effortlessly tore his body in half... only for Killer's feet to smash into his face, knocking him back with a growl of surprise. Immediately, the gigantic bear-monster stormed forwards, grabbing one of the great pillars that sustained the high ceiling of the hall and ripping it effortlessly off the ground, swinging it out like an oversized baseball bat, disintegrating another column in a cloud of dust and pebbles as Killer landed behind it and sprinted past.

The liger's eyes followed a large chunk of concrete as it sailed violently thought the air, and he leapt up to catch it before turning around, using all that momentum to his advantage as he hurled the heavy piece right into the bear's face. The monster grunted as the reinforced concrete smacked into his muzzle and shattered into small fragments, and he grinned in cold, vicious amusement as his tentacles shot forwards, chasing after the liger and ripping through the shapeless cadets like they were made of butter.

"Come back here, little brute! I'm going to teach you some fuckin' manners!" The bear cackled, grinning savagely as one of his tentacles whip-lashed through the row of columns and into the floor, tearing open a deep gauge that filled with toxic, infectious matter. Killer leapt over the tentacle and dived behind a large column, but immediately another two spiked, terrible tendrils shot past on either side, and immediately twisted back towards him while the floor rattled under his feet as the bear stomped his way forwards.

Thinking rapidly, Killer absurdly charged right against the massive tentacles, his eyes fixed on the terrifying harpoons of bone at their extremities, and he ducked under them at the last instant, grabbing both and yanking them hard downwards, gritting his fangs as the spikes tore into his flesh and the dark, sick sludge covering them burned into his flesh like acid. Still, he struggled against the powerful tendrils, forcing them into a knot and then ducking under it, letting it go and dropping flat against the floor, looking over his shoulder with a smirk as the joined tentacles smacked into the column and easily ripped it off the floor and ceiling, dragging it away with them and sending it smashing right into the bear's front, knocking him stumbling as the concrete dissolved in a cloud of dust and fragments.

The bear looked stupefied for a moment, then his hideous features contorted in pure fury and his tentacles started stabbing savagely down against Killer, who scrambled rapidly off the floor, leaping past a couple of faceless cadets and wincing as the enormous harpoon blades tore through both, hefting them off the ground. Killer's eyes widened in horror as both bodies began to swell and bulge grotesquely out of shape, convulsing violently... and then they both exploded with terrifying force, knocking the liger off his feet and sending him crashing dozens of feet away while toxic corruption rained down everywhere and a multitude of terrible tendrils and tentacles of wildly hyper-developed muscle shot out of the two corpses, tearing through everything on their paths as they blasted in every direction. The crowd around him seemed to explode in a cloud of crimson, and every drop of blood was like a sharply-cut ruby shooting into him, tearing deep in his flesh. Killer hissed breathlessly as he felt that uncontrollable tumor spreading through him and tearing deep inside his body, the tendrils digging through his flesh and aiming for his organs even as he grabbed into them and yanked them out, tearing those fleshy growths apart and tossing the hideously-pulsing pieces away. He felt them growing and shifting like serpents inside him, and his eyes stared with horror at the bulges suddenly visible under his hide as they moved around and pushed violently against his skin, trying to explode out of him. The agony it caused was almost unbearable, and it nearly blinded him for a moment... but his instinct saved him, screaming at him to change course as he sensed another titanic monstrosity rushing in from the side. A massive hoof missed him by mere inches as the liger ducked sideways, and Killer grunted as he recognized another of the enemies of his past, a bull. His name had been Markus, he believed, although that was of little importance at that point. Killer winced as the bull's leg effortlessly smashed down the wall behind him, but he also realized that the titanic monster was vulnerable, pivoting as he was on a single hoof. With all the speed and grace he could muster, Killer went into a sideway slide, slamming one hand into the floor and driving his foot into the bull's ankle, striking with all the force he had. The far larger monster let out a cry of pain and a bone loudly cracked, before the goliath collapsed heavily down to one knee, blowing steam out of his nostrils as his eyes glowed with hate and his muscular arm swung viciously out after Killer, smashing unnamed cadets into clouds of crimson mist and then smashing into the floor hard enough to crater it. The monster pushed up to his feet immediately, and Killer gritted his teeth, studying his monstrous enemies, horribly aware that even using all of his strength he couldn't quite hit them hard enough to incapacitate them. He had already tried, again and again, but those beasts appeared invulnerable and limitless with Darkness's power backing them... he couldn't play according to the usual rules. He couldn't just punch them dead like he'd usually do. He had to borrow a page from Alexis's book, although one that, by now, she used only as a way to ridicule and humiliate her rivals: he had to use their own strength against them.

He shifted into an easy ready position and braced, eyes narrowing as the bear and the bull both charged at him, the former still handling a massive pillar of concrete like it was nothing but a baton. "Come at me, boys. You always were Dumb and Dumber, and I bet all that power has only made you even stupider." Killer coldly taunted, focusing his senses and trying to predict their next moves... trying to summon the ghost images of Alexis's energy-vision. And to his surprise, they partially came: he saw ethereal figures appearing in his mind, showing where the enormous pillar was headed... and without hesitations, Killer charged forwards, apparently mindlessly, causing the bear to cackle as he seized the pillar with both hands and smashed it down with ferocious force... only for Killer to elegantly sidestep the assault, his eyes almost-closing as he focused on his instinct and on that hint of Alexis's unique ability, his foot moving up just in time to slam on top of the pillar and propel him upwards. The bull furiously lashed out against him, and the liger twisted elegantly out of the way, grinning widely as the bear turned around to follow him... and found Markus's fist instead, the massive, armoured knuckles smashing into his skull and sending him stumbling backwards with a cry of agony.

The two musclebound titans glared at each other, and the bear angrily shoved the bull back, his tentacles whip-lashing angrily into the bovine's broad back.

Killer landed behind them and grinned slightly, immediately turning around and lashing out a violent turning kick into the back of the bull's knees, making him bellow in agony as the bones loudly creaked and he stumbled forwards, half-collapsing on top of the bear. The liger immediately stomped his way up the bull's legs, then ran up his back and leapt high to smash both feet down into his skull, crushing both bullies down into the floor, sending cracks spreading through the marble floor of the entire hall.

The bear's large tentacles immediately arched upwards and attempted to ensnare him in a deadly embrace, but Killer leapt off the two enormous beasts and went into a slide, seeking refuge behind a tall column... only for bullets to smash into the concrete as an assault rifle opened up against him. Killer grunted and rolled out of the way as pulverized plaster settled down on him in a cloud, and he winced in pain when a second burst of huge bullets tore into his shoulder and knocked him over. Normally, a southern assault rifle would not have been able to do him any kind of damage, but in this nightmare every bullet came with a coating of dark, corruptive sludge that tore easily even through his massive muscles. The toxic stuff sizzled at the bottom of every bullet hole in the floor and it burned like inferno deep inside his body. Again the poisonous stuff burst out and streaked out of his wounds while simultaneously spreading through his body, threatening to make his whole form explode.

Killer went into a roll and collected himself as best he could, hissing in pain as he threw himself behind the cover of another pillar, wincing as the bullets tore violently into it, sending plaster falling off in chunks. Somebody cackled on the opposite side of the column, walking up to him, and Killer snarled in rage and leapt to his feet, slamming his broad back into the pillar and pushing with all his strength, sending the heavy block of concrete exploding against the mutant monster.

The beast snorted and smashed the pillar into dust with an easy swing of his arm, and lazily trained the assault rifle on Killer, effortlessly holding the heavy weapon in one hand and spraying a long burst of darkness-enhanced bullets that smacked huge craters into the wall and sent Killer bumping into it, his blood painting the plaster crimson as he hissed in agony.

The liger felt his control slip away from him, his eyes threatening to close as another, distant but terrible pain tormented him, and he wondered for a moment what the scientists, or Thanathos, were doing to his body, before he turned around another pillar just as another of the bullies sprinted forwards to crush him like a fly against the wall. Killer grabbed the column as he passed by, and hefted his body up, swinging both legs out and smashing the mutant monster's cheek into a bloody wreck, sending him stumbling... before the beast irritably clawed into the pillar, ripped it off the ground and swung it hard down, sending Killer crashing on his back on the floor.

The liger immediately rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the great column of concrete as it rushed down with titanic force, and he grunted when the ground seemed to explode beneath him, pelting him with sharp fragments of marble and reinforced concrete. The huge beast turned his head around and glared murderously at him, swinging the broken pillar sideways and raking him violently in the side, throwing him up like a golf ball... but Killer somersaulted and landed on his feet, gritting his fangs and planting his feet into the ground as he reached up to grab into the pillar as it against rushed against him.

The mutant beast, who had most likely been a rhino before being deformed grotesquely by the corruption and by the overeager parasites, laughed as he flexed and hit as hard as he could... but his grin turned into a gape of shock as Killer arched his back and hugged the pillar to his chest, stopping its momentum dead even as he was forced backwards several meters, his feet digging trenches in the floor.

The liger growled, then twisted sideways a little, snapping the pillar in half like it was a twig, and the rhino blew steam from his nostrils and stomped forwards, throwing away the small chunk of concrete left in his grip. Killer fearlessly confronted that mutant goliath, ducking under its huge hands, its terrible, flexible talons, and then swinging the pillar up under his chin, knocking his head back with a sick crunch of breaking bone. The block of reinforced concrete basically disintegrated, yet the rhino barely stumbled at all... before Killer roared and smashed his fist into his abs, striking with enough force to lift the titan clear off the ground, sending blood and darkness bursting out of his terrible jaws as his whole body bent forwards around the liger's fist.

"Try as much as you want... but you are no longer the big, bad predator!" The rhino hissed, even though his voice was broken and breathless as Killer twisted his fist deep into his body... and then, predictably, the beast's mutant form seemed to split apart, his abdomen opening like a grotesque mouth lined with gigantic, terrible rib-fangs. Killer had seen it coming, however, and he had already torn his bloodied fist back, ducking under the humongous monster and snarling as he tensed, muscles bulging explosively, pushing against his hide with such force and mass to rip it in places, as if he was too much to contain, even for his own body. The rhino half-fell atop him, and Killer caught him with a snort, steam blowing out of his nostrils as he clawed into that titanic creature. Another burst of assault rifle fire came in, but Killer tilted the rhino around and used his massive form as a shield, grinning as the beast let out a howl of pain and his form recoiled slightly with the force of those impacts. Killer couldn't see who was firing the rifle, trapped under the enormous mass of the rhino, but he sensed the presence of the other two brutes, and he began to spin around rapidly, faster and faster, before throwing the monster across the hall, smirking as he crashed into Markus and the other bully, knocking them sprawling until they all crashed into the wall.

Immediately, Killer turned around to face the creature with the rifle, growling as he summoned a wall of sapphire energy to shield himself from the massive bullets incoming... and he was completely unsurprised to see Alex, the once handsome, strapping stallion jock, the son of Ire's Chief of the General Staff, the head-bully and the real king of the school. The one who had organized all of the misery and taunts that Killer had had to put up with. There was very little of that beauty left in Alexander, but his strength was clearly enormously increased in turn, his body swelling with huge, massive muscles that flexed with such power to break his ruined hide, his skin turned into a sort of living metal overgrown with tumors and pestilent warts and pustules. The usual parasites tormented and devoured his form as well, but his eyes glowed with terrible, soulless white light that was oh so happy, so content with the new and godlike, infernal power he had been granted. Delighted with the chance to exact his revenge. The huge beast looked down at Killer from where he was lazily sprawled on top of the vast counter of the main hall, the concrete cracking and the metal bending out of shape under his huge mass. The assault rifle was actually something of a square-barreled mass driver monstrosity which was loaded with literal ingots of dark metal from which fragments were broken off and accelerated at hypersonic speed with each shot. An experimental weapon which could pierce battle tanks like tin cans... and of course, Alex had access to it. The wonders of being both incredibly rich and with a father at the very top of the Irenic army. Even in this warped, nightmarish memory, Alex was still the spoiled brat with the latest, most expensive and most awesome toy at his immediate disposal.

"Welcome to your worst nightmare, kitty!" The horse cackled, easily handling that monstrous gun and blasting out a long burst of massive bullets, all of them dripping thick dark sludge, corruptive and lethal. They smashed into the liger's shield with tremendous force, making it hard for him to even stand, but Killer gritted his fangs and ran towards the glass doors leading to the park, his eyes bulging as he saw the shield trembling and cracking, the edges of it flaking away and dissolving as even more of his energy was locked away, stolen away from him as reality around him rippled ominously and the whole picture became darker, as if the sun outside had been entirely snuffed out. Black was making rapid progress, and Killer repressed a shiver of horror at that awareness, breaking into a run for the exit... before gritting his fangs as he saw Alex pull a large, thrumming, spherical tumor out of his broad, masculine chest. The monstrous horse grinned widely, squeezing cruelly into the ugly growth, causing it to bleed streaks of pure darkness, before he hurled it against the liger.

Killer instantaneously knew what was about to happen, but when he tried to blast the large sphere away with a shockwave of energy, he found out that he no longer could. His shield dissolved a moment later, and the biological grenade smacked into the floor near him, bouncing up... and then imploding with terrifying force, sucking him off the ground and dragging him forwards to crash against the incandescent core of the explosion... before it burst violently outwards, smashing him back through the wall and piercing into him with an infinity of large, terrible tentacles of pulsing, thrumming, evolving sickness.

Once again, everything went dark... and Killer groaned breathlessly, blinking in exhausted, horrendous agony as he found himself staring at his mutilated cock, grimacing at the sight of the pumping, flexing tubes which struggled to drain his hyper-production out of him.

"Lord Cerberus must have this right away. It is imperative that this container gets to him, intact and untouched. Am I clear...?" A voice coldly ordered, and Killer, even dazed as he was, easily recognized the Minotaur. He sneaked a gaze up, hoping they had not noticed his awakening, and he restrained himself from even breathing, forcing his heart to beat as slowly and silently as it could, while doing his best to listen.

The Minotaur was conspiring with a Reaper who had very visibly been injected with a small but potent dose of Cerberus's corruption, itself nothing but a pale reproduction of Killer's own essence. The Reaper's body was overwhelmed by uncontrollable mutations which had completely deformed him, turning him into a hideous hunchback hulking with tremendous, massive muscles and with his back covered by a veritable forest of bone spikes, jagged pieces of dark, mutant metal and sick, disgusting growths of all kinds. The cloak that made the creature impossible to locate had almost dissolved as the massive muscles and bulging tumors grew right through, but the parts of him still covered were entirely invisible, making him appear like a collection of floating pieces of nightmarish material... and Killer suspected that, as soon as he pulled his hood back up, he'd still vanish entirely, despite the rips and tears.

It was the skeletal head of the monster that caught his attention the most, however, because the flames burning in his empty eye sockets were both soulless and devoid of any real intelligence: the corruption had turned him into a thrall, a creature who could only follow, never lead. A slave to Cerberus's will.

Killer stared at the skeletal but strong hand of the monster as it reverently gripped the large cylinder-container of golden crystal that the Minotaur put forwards. Inside, the liger could see a spiraling mass of glowing, superb "super-DNA", for lack of better words. Vesta could have explained it far better than him, but it was clear that the composite genetic - energetic construct contained enormous, monstrous, godlike powers and abilities. It seemed composed of countless bright stars; a sapphire ocean; a golden flame and the most terrible of darkness all spiraling together in multiple interlocked helixes.

The Reaper carefully but hurriedly hid the container under his cloak, then his empty, slavish eyes locked again with the Minotaur's ones as the head scientist began to dictate a series of instructions about how the container had to be handled, how it could be opened safely, and how Cerberus could inject that genetic treasure into his own body in a way that didn't destroy every last one of his atoms.

The Reaper was completely stupid, but his mind was a white canvas upon which the scientist's words were seared indelibly and orderly. No one would ever be able to erase them, unless the Reaper was destroyed.

Killer gritted his fangs in horror, wondering how much they had discovered... whether it was all, whether something still eluded them. If he was no longer useful to them, he could expect to die very quickly.

His eyes sought out Thanathos, even though darkness was once again creeping in and obscuring his vision, his consciousness slipping away... leaving him just enough time to realize that the other scientists nervously guarded the door to the cell. The god of Death wasn't in the tower. And the scientists clearly didn't want him back, either. And they definitely did not want him to see what was happening.

The Reaper was a Thrall. It was Cerberus's Thrall. Killer understood, with a mix of horror and amusement, that Thanathos was being betrayed yet once more. That at least one of his Reapers had been stolen away, conquered and corrupted, subtracted from his army and from his perceptions.

A messenger that the god of death could no longer control.

He immediately understood the gravity of what was happening in front of him, but when he tried to yank at his restraints, one of the corrupt angels brutally opened a large valve, and several thick cables began to thrum as they pumped huge amounts of Unworld residue directly inside his form, making him scream in agony and trash violently, his spine arching so abruptly that it creaked audibly as he smacked his skull back against the crystal cross, feeling his body melting, burning out of existence, tasting that horrendously destructive sludge in his mouth... feeling no savor because it immediately dissolved his palate and burned his tongue into a smoldering, charred wreck that began to fray apart, as his teeth melted away into liquid. The pain was terrifying, and his brain howled in anguish and alarm, begging for a shutdown... and Killer slumped, while his consciousness was hammered violently back into his memories.

Killer crashed against a cold floor that was cold... but also coated with a semi-liquid layer of warm fluid and squishy chunks of something soft and disgusting to the touch. Something sinister. His ears rang with an endless, deafening whistle because of the explosion, and he felt countless uncontrollable growth of tumor-meat tearing through his form and growing endlessly inside him, pushing against his muscles and his hide, threatening to burst out of him in a devastating explosion. He gritted his teeth and curled up with a cry of pain, hugging himself for a moment and trying to force those angry tentacles to lay to rest, hissing in pain as his body fought against them and attempted to destroy their tissue before it could expand too much... but then he remembered Alex, his assault rifle and the other bullies chasing him down. Immediately, he rolled over and pushed up to a crouch, coughing violently and vomiting a thick splatter of corruption, parasites and infectious growths that threatened to choke him completely. He had never felt worse in his entire life. But when his eyes finally opened and his senses returned, he was overwhelmed by the well known stench of violent death, of decay and rot and of the excreta of bodies going through their last spasm of life. Flies landed on his face and on his body. Flies. Flies everywhere.

The warm semi-liquid stuff on the floor was blood. A lake of it. And the chunky, soft matter he had felt against his fingers was an unrecognizable pulp of broken, shattered organs, ripped guts and assorted gore. Killer attempted to spring up to his feet, but he stopped into an awkward squat as he realized just where he was: the explosion of Alex's "grenade" had sent him crashing through the wall and into one of the classrooms. He had already been there in his past. The scene had been the same... minus the flies, at least. Back in the days, he had arrived soon after the explosion, not whole days later. The stench had been similar, however. The horror had been, in some ways, even worse.

He was surrounded by broken desks and burning chunks of wood and half-molten computers. The room was devastated and clouded by smoke, illuminated by dancing flames that still refused to go out even as the emergency sprinklers send water raining down from above, while an alarm blared ceaselessly. There were corpses everywhere, some completely unrecognizable. The force of the explosion had been directed mostly against the assembled students. The bomb had been hidden in the teacher's desk, and when it had gone off it had disintegrated the bodies of the students closer to it, while slamming the devastated corpses of the others all the way back against the wall at the opposite end of the room.

Just like back then, the almost totality of the corpses were of females. Beautiful, young, fit female soldiers in the making, all of them united by a couple of particular aspects: their clothing was definitely not in line with the military school's guidelines, and they all sported the same proud and arrogant tattoo on some part of their body or another.

They had modified their green cadet jackets, turning them almost into corsets with how much they squeezed on their fit bodies, pushing up breasts that the most daring and "gifted" of them showed off proudly through cleavages far more revealing than it had ever been intended. They had all abandoned the long and rather anonymous pants of their uniforms in favor of hotpants and shorts which were, in some cases, almost criminally skimpy. Others had chosen skirts so short that they would not have been out of place in a porn photo shoot. Many of the girls had been wearing stockings, sometimes of the fishnet kind, reinforcing even more the impression that they had just come out of a porn flick, especially considering that their shoes or boots all sported extremely high heels.

They all had a KO tattoo somewhere upon their toned and sometime muscular forms: some on the breasts, well visible in their cleavage. Some on their abs. Some on a buttock, proudly showed off thanks to obscene shorts or skimpy skirts. Many had it on the thigh. Some had multiple variants of the same tattoo, drawn in several places. "Team Legend" and "Killer Always Wins" marks were visible on some of them, and the most audacious and shameless had even a tattoo which depicted Killer's cock tearing through a skull. Small crown tattoos warned the world that they were size queens, unwilling to compromise and accept those they saw as weak partners. The KO tattoo was very clear in its symbolism: the K was a rampant lion, the O had a cracked skull in the middle. "Killer Owned". Those girls had made their choice, and sided with him, wholly and without reserves. They had been his eager, willing fans and servants. They had worshipped him like a god... and they had died in that room, where they had been lured with a well organized false news. Someone had led them to believe that Killer was coming and that he wanted all of them to wait for him in that specific classroom. Alex, without a doubt, had been the mastermind of that monstrous assault, which had been meant to hurt Killer... and put him into trouble too. After the explosion, there had been an attempt of the police and authorities to have him charged with slaughter.

Killer remembered those days all too well. He remembered the horror of seeing all those girls dead, all their beauty and dreams destroyed and wasted away... and his eyes bulged, his head turning slowly back towards the burning ruins of the teacher's desk as he remembered the one person that he had mourned the most. He immediately rushed in that direction, tears rolling down his cheeks, new pain overwhelming him as he understood things he had ignored for years. He found her there where he had seen her that day. In the same broken, impossible position, her body maimed by the explosion, her beauty savaged by the burning shrapnel. Vanessa was a mature woman, but still young and in her prime. A Doberman of incredible beauty and with a light in her eyes that could make any male sweat, she was a proud bodybuilder, not overly bulky but with an exceptionally toned and chiseled musculature. She had an almost religious care for her body, Killer remembered... and for physical prowess in general. She was a sergeant instructor from the Irenic Marines Corps, and she had been in charge of some of the advanced tactical training as well as much of the sports and fitness side.

She had been impressed by Killer right away, to say the least, and he had been impressed by her. She was the one who had made him discover the school's basement, leading him down there for their first forbidden meetings of passion. She had rapidly grown bold and assertive, however... in front of the hostility that Killer continued to face, and the speciesism with which he was evaluated, she had sided with him more and more loudly and shamelessly. She had been one of the earliest adopters of the KO tattoo, which she had proudly put on her muscular thigh, while adapting her clothing style to show it off to everyone who stared and drooled when she passed by. And they were many, with the spectacular physique she had.

She had broken all rules and conventions for him, and had added other tattoos and marks on her body: a lion head on her shoulder, a "Team Legend" on her buttock, just beneath the edge of her shamelessly skimpy shirts or shorts, a size queen crown, and an obscene tattoo showing his massive cock tearing through a skull, his girth splitting it in half, with two bones crossed and wrapped up in a measuring tape unrolled to 100 inches and beyond, his overpowering, unmatched sizes... The more Alex and his gang tried to use money and politics to hurt Killer, the more she made sure to humiliate them by having Killer unshackled in sports against them. Whatever humiliation they could buy for him with their money, he could hand back 10 times worse with his overwhelming physical superiority.

And when she had finally abandoned her shyness for good, she and Killer had spent the nights together, streaming their encounters for thousands, millions of watchers that she savagely belittled and humiliated and insulted while showing them the superiority of Killer's cock... or at least of what little part of it could fit the frame. They knew that Alex and the others were watching, that they were foaming at the mouth, that they were helplessly jerking off while she told them how useless and doomed they were...

They had enjoyed themselves so much! And they had grown so close, so affectionate and accomplice.

Vanessa was a strong girl, but not a lucky one. She had lost her parents early on, and the army had been both her curse and her salvation. She loved being in the military, but she knew that her career hopes were basically truncated: Ire's army was never going to let her progress beyond a certain rank, no matter how good she was. She was underpaid, and army life had resulted in an early pregnancy and the birth of a little girl who was deaf and mute. A poor flower, as beautiful as it was unlucky. Of course, the father had vanished on her and never helped her one bit.

She was so gorgeous that she still looked beautiful, even bloodied and broken as she was, with her chest torn open and her huge, vulnerable belly turned into a nightmarish puddle of blood and gore, pierced by a great number of large fragments of metal and wood. She had been pregnant, of course... her fit, formidable body burdened by a huge belly full of his semen, full of rapidly growing ligers. He looked down into the single eye that remained in her shattered face, open wide and staring endlessly at the world, unseeing but still full of shock and terror. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked down into that bright jewel, a glowing emerald, and he slowly reached forwards to touch her violently deflated belly, trying not to see the guts spilling out of her wounds, and the ugly remains of an unborn liger still faintly recognizable in a sea of crimson. The same horror he had experienced that day now threatened to suck all air out of his lungs... especially as that bright emerald eye turned into another eye, of the same beautiful color, with much the same vitality and playfulness. An eye that belonged to a younger Doberman, one taller and more muscular and far stronger than Vanessa had ever been.

Vanessa was pregnant when the bomb ended her life and that of many others, but she had made Killer a father already a few times before. The very first time, in particular, she had given birth to seven healthy, enormous ligers, between males and females... and, uniquely, she had given birth to a Doberman girl as well, so similar to her and so small and frail compared to her brothers and sisters. Killer's semen normally generated ligers with no respect for the species of the mother, but that little girl had been an exception that they had welcomed. The girl was healthy and strong, and grew exceptionally quickly, proving that she definitely did have some of her father's strength... And Killer was suddenly overwhelmed with almost-forgotten flashes from those days: images of the two Doberman girls playing together, and of the second born towering over the older sister despite a good three years gap between them. He remembered Vanessa's pride and her commitment to her children. He remembered her delight in becoming the mother of his children, even though every obscene, huge pregnancy threatened to exhaust her energies and shatter her body for good. She had barely survived the first enormous litter, and soon afterwards she was carrying an even bigger one, with 10 liger cubs growing within her, then a mind-breaking 12 the following year. Killer had tried to convince to take a break, to put a stop to it, but Vanessa had categorically refused. She wanted to serve him in every way, and that included carrying his young. Somehow, through her religious dedication to physical training, fortune, and the energies that even back then Killer had been able to pass on to others, she survived every time, even as his fertility kept becoming more and more astounding with every year that passed.

He remembered buying a luxurious, large estate for her and the kids, not far from the school. Killer swallowed thickly, looking up towards the shattered windows of the classroom, but the outside world was an infernal hurricane of darkness, as clouds of dust and destruction spiraled all around and enormous discharges of energy tore through the sky like super-lightning bolts. The estate should have been visible beyond the trees of the training grounds surrounding the building, but all he could see now was ruin and desolation and thick, almost solid darkness clamping down onto the whole memory, swallowing it, warping it, and cancelling it. Soon, it would swallow the whole campus as well, and Killer wondered what would happen to him then.

That day had been sunny. It should have been a good day, like most of the days before it. They had had so much fun together, humiliating Alex and his frustrated friends and countless, nameless others who stared at their streams on the internet and paid hundreds of bucks to buy Vera's ripped shirts or torn lingerie, soaked with Killer's mighty fluids. They had challenged the whole world together, and had built up almost a family. Children, a wonderful house, more money than they could even imagine expending, even as they invested endless amounts of it on trying to help their little deaf-mute little angel... Nadia. She was not his daughter, but Killer was all too happy to raise her as his own, to protect and help her. They had thought themselves invincible, had they not...? Killer was an increasingly world-famous porn star. No, more than that... some sort of divinity, worshipped more than simply admired and envied. She had been an icon herself, happily playing the part of the race traitor and of the inflexible size empress who had no use for all those lesser, puny beings that couldn't measure up to Killer. It had all been perfect.

But that sunny day had turned into a stormy nightmare instead, and had ended it all.

After the explosion in the classroom, corrupted policemen had attempted to capture Killer, chasing him through campus... and when he had finally managed to smash his way through them and get to the estate, he found the gates blown to bits, and the house burning and half-destroyed. A huge fight had taken place there, and the Irenic military, not just the police, had been involved.

Two of his sons, young but already strong and "adult" enough to fight, had been killed in the fight. He had found their corpses in the middle of lakes of blood that mostly belonged to Irenic casualties that had been dragged away from the battlefield. One of the boys had finally collapsed on top of a large armoured fighting vehicle that he had punched into a useless cubist sculpture of scrap metal. The other had been crushed between another pair of armoured vehicles that had ploughed into him and simultaneously hit him with the fire of their cannons. Both vehicles were damaged beyond repair, but the young liger, headless and with his torso almost completely destroyed, had been standing there, a bloody sculpture of flesh trapped between the two abandoned hulks.

The carnage around the estate and inside it had been simply terrifying. The losses on Ire's side had been monstrous, but his sons and daughters had been taken down, one by one. The assaulters had blown up much of the estate, trying to bury them under tons of rubble, and other 8-wheeled armoured vehicles had poured cannonfire through the walls.

Killer had wandered between the ruins in a state of mixed shock and fury, kicking up enormous chunks of concrete, digging bare-handedly into the rubble, kicking the abandoned combat vehicles out of the way and finally throwing them like toys into the street and into the buildings all around, desperately seeking revenge and even more obsessively seeking signs of the fate of his other children... including the two Doberman girls, who seemed to have just vanished.

The police and military attacked him again at the estate, and the carnage that followed was terrifying. Killer spent the following few months openly fighting against the authorities and the military of Ire, and he inflicted such fearsome devastation on their forces that the government of Ire was forced to drop the accusations against him and negotiate something similar to an armistice.

Killer's conditions, though, were never met. He demanded to have his sons and daughters back. To have their corpses to honor and lay to rest, at least, if they had been killed. But Ire always refused. They told him they were all dead, and that the corpses had been incinerated, but he never believed their words. Why had they left behind some of the corpses, then...? No, he was convinced that his children had been incapacitated and captured. He had assaulted bases, devastated laboratories, fought far and wide to find out the truth... but he had never been able to get the answers he craved. Again and again Ire tried to negotiate. Most of the time just to lure him in some place or another to try and kill him, but even though he was totally aware of their real intentions, he never turned down their offers. Not once. Every time, he made the same demands, but the answer was always the same.

He had hunted down his enemies. He had ruined them, including Alex's family. Including his father, the chief of staff of Ire's army. He humiliated and destroyed, ridiculed and slaughtered. That was the true beginning of his most savage and merciless yeas: he was a complete outlaw, banned and hunted down whenever he went... yet he lived as a king, took what he wanted, did what he pleased. Women kept flocking to him; men kept groveling in front of his power. His movies became a bloody challenge to the world. Banks became his pockets, their safety vaults as weak as tin cans in front of his strength. The police was just a helpless toy in his hands, and even the military was little more than a punching ball. He strolled from town to town like a divinity, followed by his many toys: crowds of slaves and servants, sluts and cuckolds, hotwives and paypigs, all of them marked as his property. He made a mockery of Ire's power, towering over all and crushing all in his way. He had played nice and pulled his punches up to that point, but the brutal murder of Vanessa and the others convinced him that the lesser races, the bugs around him, were the real brutes. Vermin that deserved no mercy and no respect. He ruthlessly dominated by sheer size and power alone, his very shadow a weight that crushed all it fell upon. He was a vengeful God, War incarnate, endless conquest, merciless destruction. And his power was only growing. More and more, the attempts of Ire to take him down only made him look down at them with contempt. They were helpless bugs, and their weapons nothing but pathetic playthings. It was easy for him to land terrifying blows to Ire's political, economical and military might and then move out before the military could put together a response force vast enough to worry him. Before the army could converge in one place and take him down, he had already moved on. His diplomatic mission well and truly failed, he set himself a mission to show the lesser races what their place was in the pecking order: in the dirt, cowering in his shadow.

The only thing that kept him from succeeding was the call of duty. He was called back home with great urgency because his strength was needed to repeal a gigantic New World Order Army armada, the largest ever assembled. It was an unspoken but widely recognized fact that Ire had invested much of its wealth and remaining military power into giving Dark an army, which had then been further enlarged by the contributions from other nations and by a vast inflow of volunteers. Killer's uncontrollable rise to power within Ire had been a key driver in the resurgence of the NWOA: the fig leaf of the "terroristic organization" covered a vast effort funded and resourced by Ire to force Killer to leave. They hadn't been able to tackle him directly, so they tried an indirect approach. They forced him to choose between facing a whole army, assembled and ready for once; or seeing his homeland burn.

Obviously, Killer had chosen the former, and in the end he had annihilated that vast army, leading his father's soldiers to victory. And he had then resumed his rampages, on an even greater scale than before, turning entire towns into wastelands, across Ire and several other southern countries.

That bloodied, devastated room had been the true starting point of his descent into darkness.

But what froze him in place now, while he gazed into Vanessa's lifeless emerald eye, was the sudden awareness that Vera Raider's eye had exactly the same color.

Could she be his lost daughter...? The most unique and beautiful of Vanessa's gifts to him? Their daughter had not been named Vera, but rather Samara. Vanessa had personally picked the name for the girl, choosing one that meant "under God's rule". With a smile she had told him that, whether he realized it or not, if his semen had for once generated a non-liger girl, he had somehow willed it. Vanessa had called him a God long before he discovered he actually was one... and he had been too blasphemously pleased by that veneration to say a word against the choice. Their little girl had also never been a "Raider". She had been given his surname, even though he had never formally married Vanessa... and her surname was Reyes, so that wasn't the answer either.

But Killer realized that the name meant very little at that point. His precious Samara hadn't been 5 yet when she vanished. What could she possibly remember about her past...? Very little. Her jailers could well have given her a whole new name as they raised her into their psychic killer, into their living weapon.

His blood would easily explain her powers, her strength, her extraordinary physical might, including a far from ordinary height, especially for her species... Sure, there were people out there with extraordinary abilities, including psychic powers, that had nothing to do with him, so her force was not a conclusive proof, but in his heart, he knew he had found his lost Samara.

Found and lost again, he bitterly thought, grimacing in pain as his mind went all the way back to when they were both dragged into Thanathos's tower, and then separated. What had they done to her? Where was she now? "I'll save her, Vanessa." Killer whispered, gently moving a long bang of black hair out of the way of her emerald eye. The bang was sticky with blood, and Killer trembled, rattled by a thousand different feelings at once as he leaned down and kissed her one last time, like he had done that terrible day. "I promise."

"Nobody gives a fuck about your promises." The corpse replied, and Vanessa's head turned around to look up at him with a terrible, disfigured half-grin as her teeth grew into oversized, ugly weapons. She leapt off the ground and aimed for his throat, forcing Killer to throw himself back with a grunt of shock and a grimace of horror which seemed to beg for it all to stop. Not this. Not Vanessa.

Her jaws snapped closed with audible, terrible force, missing his neck by mere inches, and the ropes of her guts jumped off the floor and shot after him like tentacles, jutting with a multitude of bone spikes and blades, her only remaining arm reaching up for his own, her fingers turning into flexible talons of steel that hooked into him, tearing all the way down to the bone.

Killer leapt up to his feet, snarling as the tentacles whip-lashed into his torso and wrapped around him with savage force, tearing deep into his flesh and snaking up to coil around his neck as well. The broken, swollen corpse hefted itself off the ground and used its tentacles to rush towards him, that single eye glowing with malice as Vanessa's voice barked: "You've promised a lot of things, but failed at them all anyway!"

Killer hesitated for a brief instant, hating the idea of hitting the unfortunate girl, but finally closed his eyes and lashed out a massive fist, larger than her head, which struck into her skull and upper chest and tore right through, disintegrating the disfigured head and sending liquid, chunky gore splattering all over the wall behind. He clawed into the tentacles strangling him and yanked them away with all of his strength, ripping those tendrils apart and hurling her away just as she exploded, smashing him backwards with a cry of pain as endless ropes of tumor-meat and sick growths shredded her body and tore into the walls, the floor, the walls all around, spearing into Killer's flesh and sending him stumbling backwards with a roar of pain. The other corpses all around him stirred as well, and the liger gritted his fangs as cruel, metallic hands gripped into his shins, talons digging all the way down to the bone as the dead females around him clung to his legs and dragged him down, their mutilated forms pushing against him and their disfigured faces grinning with evil glee, their tongues licking slowly over their bloody, ruined muzzles.

Killer growled and kicked them back, sending four of the shattered girls crashing into the far wall, where they exploded, filling the room with even more of those elastic, incredibly tough tentacles and tendrils of mutant metal-flesh. Each tentacle stabbed through him like a pike, and his feet lost contact with the floor as he was hefted violently upwards, his arms forced wide off his sides, nearly crucifying him as blood burst out of his wounds and that horribly, endlessly-growing mass of tumors and mutant growths expanded within him, deforming his body, causing his perfectly-chiseled muscles to bulge out in grotesque shapes, his whole form pulsing and rippling as the sick growths attempted to burst through.

Killer wailed in agony, dropping his head forwards and vomiting blood and sick, rubber-like darkness, but he flexed his body all the same, pulling his legs up and yanking his arms forwards with all his strength, focusing on consuming the alien, disgusting growths moving around inside his body.

Alex walked up to the breach in the wall, but he was too tall, too immense to fit the room, a titanic beast who laughed darkly, causing the walls to shake and crack, plaster falling off and reality trembling violently, twisting out of shape and proportions in nightmarish ways. "I'm now ready to avenge all the humiliations and pain you put me through, little prince!" The horse said, and his voice was a terrible, powerful rumble that seemed to shake the whole world apart and, even worse, it seared its way into Killer's mind no matter how much he attempted to shut it out. The monstrous godbeast dropped heavily down on his knees, straddling the whole room, no, maybe the whole building, and a monstrous, impossible flaccid cock smacked into the ground, rattling it and causing the walls to crumble further. A titanic, terrible hand hefted that colossal pillar of monstrous, infected and rotting virility and guided it against the breach in the wall, which had easily fit Killer's whole form but was ludicrously small in front of that tower of godmeat. "The power I've found here is worth every moment of that suffering! I'd go through all of it again, without hesitation, for just a fraction of this might..." Alex softly said, before effortlessly pushing his titanic flaccid cock through the wall, disintegrating it. The gigantic flared head pulverized the wall and ploughed the floor out of existence, bulldozing its way through the room and smearing the girls' corpses into nothing but ugly stains on its monstrous girth. The vast flare pushed a whole group of living corpses into a pile and crushed them against the wall on the opposite side, squishing them into pulp like they were nothing but rotten tomatoes. A slight, almost insignificant thrust for the titan, and the wall disintegrated, crumbling like it was made of sand, but the horse's hand was ready beyond, and the godbeast rumbled in dark pleasure as he ground the mass of destroyed corpses right against his gigantic flare, smearing it with blood and darkness and ichors. In turn, that caused more of the walking dead girls to explode, their bodies becoming hideous masses of tumor-meat that grew violently in every direction, shooting out thick, sharp-ended tentacles of rubbery, dark meat that was harder than steel. Alex's laughter rattled the building and caused reality to tremble in fear, the world outside the window becoming nothing but a vortex of toxic, smelly darkness as the horse slowly dragged his omnipotent cock backwards, digging a canyon across the room, before the ceiling above Killer's head seemed to explode as two of the godbeast's fingers effortlessly smashed their way through it and then ripped the whole roof off with the ease of removing the lid from a box of toys.

The enormous, hideous beast leaned forwards and looked down into his little box of toys, grinning savagely and sending its acid, stinking drool leaking into the devastated room, watching as ropes of it crashed down like meteors. His eyes glowed with a murderous, terrifying, soulless white light that was becoming the one and only source of existence around Killer. All around him, things were more than just becoming dark: they were being swallowed into a shapeless, dense, almost solid sea of darkness. The terrible light coming from Alex's eyes seemed to create, more than illuminate, what little was left of that important piece of Killer's memory. "What a pleasure it is, to be the one who ends you. To get to play with you in your final moments!" The hulking, godless beast said, grinning viciously as he dragged his endless, immense cock back, dragging down the helpless, weak walls of the school and dissolving much of the building in a cloud of dust and rubble. Then he lazily thrust that flaccid but already monstrous, titanic member again into the room, and Killer struggled desperately against the tangle of tumor-like tentacles tearing through him and across the room, criss-crossing in every direction, merging together, burying themselves into the crumbling walls. Countless tentacles snapped viciously free, slashing into Killer with supernatural whips as Alex demolished the walls they were connected to, but that disgusting material just endlessly mutated and grew and expanded, and it was rapidly spread over everything it touched, sticking to it, enveloping in a symbiotic embrace that consumed the host but gave even more force to the parasite. The tendrils snapped and immediately connected one with the other, spreading even further, and Killer gritted his teeth as even more of those living spears and pikes tore through him, the tentacles squeezing harder and harder, sawing into his body from all sides as that ungodly net dug deeper into his flesh and threatened to slice him like a loaf of bread.

The colossal, purulent member thrust forwards with immense force, obliterating much of what remained of the room, and Killer slammed one foot against the enormous flare, pushing himself back and out of the way even as the tentacle-ropes cut into him all the way down to the bones. The unholy godbeast mocked him, grinning widely as he looked down at his little form, seeming to grow even greater, looming over the ruins, titanic and impossible and terrifying. His body thrummed with absolute, awful power, his muscles bulging to grotesque, titanic proportions as he cackled and established his dominance, total and unyielding, causing reality itself to bend and grovel before his will as the world around them further shrunk, rapidly dissolving into shapeless darkness, as if melting because of the sick, horrific heath he radiated.

Alex seized the base of his omnipotent cock, stroking it once just to flood the wall with the smegma and ruin and filth leaking from it in long, enormous ropes of stinking tar. He slowly dragged that gigantic shaft sideways, grinning cruelly as it effortlessly ground the buildings into dust, leaving behind nothing but a wasteland of toxic smegma. Killer stared as the beast deliberately dragged that gigantic, world-eating snake of dark meat away from him, wiping away every last bit of the campus. The liger could only stare as the buildings poked pitifully into that colossal, unstoppable mass of rotting, festering meat before they were crushed all the way to the foundations, ground into nothing but dust as the titan mockingly pushed it with just two fingers. There were screams of metal and cracks of trees snapping apart, and an endless, terrible crunch as the hangars and the barrack blocks were utterly crumbled under that impossible, tremendous weight... and then the beast grinned viciously as he glared down at Killer and growled: "And now the other half... I was always the best, kitty-prince. I was always going to win, in a way or another." The impossible titan taunted, beginning to slowly push the monstrous shaft towards the liger, giving him time to see that impossible mass of masculine power crush everything all the way down to the earth, and then further down, cratering the crust of the planet, bulldozing huge waves of dirt ahead of the immense girth steamrolling forwards with mocking ease, grinding every last fragment of brick into nothing but dust.

Killer stared at that world-ending wall of fetid flesh, and he gritted his fangs in fury, knowing that Alex was nothing, had never been anything and deserved to be nothing. He was the monster, the beast, the god, the devil, and that insolent little brat had been resurrected by Darkness to play havoc in his mind. His mind, of all places! Killer clenched his hands into fists and flexed, snorting steam from his nostrils as he focused on consuming the tumor-tentacles ripping through him, his muscles bulging explosively as they ground all those tendrils into pulp... and the tentacles around him, the tendrils holding him crucified in midair, suddenly snapped apart and were dragged inside him, making him roar in pain... but also in sick pleasure as that rotten, pestilent metal-meat was rapidly converted into healthy, vigorous, powerful muscle as his body expanded rapidly, doubling in size in the space of a blink as the liger dropped down to his feet.

Alex growled in a mix of surprise and irritation at that, grabbing his enormous cock and dragging it rapidly towards the liger, but Killer cocked back his fist and then lashed it out while his body doubled in size again, and again, and again.

A terrifying mass of pulsing, hideous tentacle-tumors shot out of his wrist and knuckles, spreading out to form a sort of colossal, oversized demolition ball which smacked into the horse's corrupt shaft and into his hand, knocking both flying backwards with a shriek of surprise and agony from the monster. The initial impact was terrible, nearly ripping the beast's cock off his groin, but almost immediately the whole member began to ripple and pulse and bulge horrendously as the tumorous tentacles ripped inside it and consumed its mass to generate more and more and more tendrils of rubber-metal matter. Alex howled in agony and shock as his enormous, corrupt shaft swelled horribly out of shape and then simply exploded, projecting thick, terrible ropes of tumor-matter in every direction, harpooning into the darkness surrounding them and tensing violently, tearing his horsecock apart as large chunks of meat were torn in the opposite directions and left dangling from the flexible, ever-growing tendrils.

The same horrendous disease rapidly infected the horse's Moon-like balls, turning the ponderous, gigantic orbs into two bombs that blasted apart in a sick splatter of gore and ichors, in turn sending even more tentacles spearing through his legs and torso.

In one mere instant, the immense godbeast was smashed off the ground and turned into a bloody wreckage hanging from a multitude of flexible tentacles jutting out of almost every inch of his body. And his form continued to ripple almost like water, horrendous bulges traveling around under his leathery skin as those tumors grew uncontrollably, savagely tearing tunnels through his organs, shattering his bones, breaking apart his chorded muscles from the inside. Alex leg out a gurgle of agony and shock, his eyes bulging as he stared in disbelief at the liger god, who continued to grow now, larger and larger, greater and greater, while the darkness that had been closing in on them retreats, cowed by that absolute, indomitable power. In just one instant, Killer loomed ten times the size of the hellish monster, his strength far beyond cosmic, far beyond description, eclipsing the mutant monster and snuffing distant stars out of existence, just like they were candles.

Alex trembled in terror now, tears of blood rolling down his cheeks as Killer grew even further, limitless and endless, his mind quivering in shock and his mouth opening and closing without producing words. He was unable to tear his eyes away from the titanic growth of the liger, who in one second stood a thousand, then a million times larger. One of Alex's eyes burst apart as a tumor-tentacle ripped its way out through it, and he choked loudly on the mass of tendrils growing up in his throat, but he still couldn't help but stare, envy, worship that endless titan. Alex cowered helplessly as the liger reached down and picked him up, holding him in the palm of one hand which was endless, littered with puny, helpless universes that looked like nothing but pieces of unwanted, unnecessary glitter. He was already overwhelming and glorious without those pathetic decorations, too tiny and cheap and frail to be worthy of his attention. Killer smirked cruelly down at Alex, and the horse deflated like a balloon as all his energies were consumed, instantly devoured by that ultimate titan, whose eyes burned with such power that countless universes were incinerated by them, withering and dying as the stars lost their luster and collapsed into vile dust with their ferocity.

Killer's body flexed with incomparable, unfathomable power, and Alex realized he was too puny to see more than a solid wall of raw power. His body was too great to be admired directly... but an image of it was seared indelibly in his mind.

There can be no fighting, no resisting a power so supreme. Alex was rapidly drained of all the powers that Darkness had bestowed upon him, and forced to watch as all that indomitable energy was absorbed into Killer's body... causing nothing at all. A droplet falling into a raging ocean; something insignificant, less than a drop of sweat. The horse quivered, his already miniscule body becoming an insignificant flake of dust as he was crushed back into his original, mortal form... and then crushed further, all his muscles deflated and dissolved, leaving him barely able not even to stand, but to keep himself up on his knees as his skin hung loosely from bones suddenly as frail as old biscuits.

"H-how...?" The doomed creature whispered, and Killer smirked a little, snorting. There was nothing but contempt and a faint, mocking amusement at that tiny little creature, infinitely smaller than the smallest of his throw-away sperms, less of a threat to him than a grain of dust. Killer was larger, more powerful, and more infinite than anything and everything, and growing even greater by the moment. And when he only flicked his eye in the direction of the pitiful speck of dirt helplessly addressing him, it was enough to smash Alex's chest, caving it inwards while his loose skin was nearly burned off his body. Or better, his skeleton.

"I learn fast." Killer softly commented, slowly moving his hand down towards his colossal, endless black cock."And all that power you had, that made you feel so big and so in charge... that was merely a hint of MY power. A mere breath that Darkness managed to steal and hand over to you. You are just a petulant little molecule I've not yet bothered absorbing. You never were more than that, and you never will be."

Alex nodded in helpless acceptance of his fate. He had dreamt, but even his dream couldn't even begin to compare to Killer's power.

Alex powerlessly stared as Killer's titanic cock rose up, looming, endless and omnipotent, before him. The liger teased: "I know your secrets, though, Alex... in the end, all you ever wanted was to service my cock like all the other little bitches. I'm so generous that I'll let that one dream become reality... kind of."

But the helpless, rapidly decaying horse couldn't quite see the cock itself. It was far too immense. All he could actually see was darkness, the unforgiving black hole that was that gaping cockmaw... and inside it, enormous, muscular, monstrous sperms, so far greater than him, stretching for uncountable light years as they moved up that dark, endless abyss. He felt the heat, and the sheer power radiating from that omnipotent cock, and only Killer's will kept him from dissolving, from burning into ashes right there and then. Alex let out one last little cry, which no one could classify for sure as pain, pleasure, or a mixture of both. The horse just saw that ungodly darkness coming forwards, and the immense cockhead swallowed his tiny, insignificant body whole, sending him falling down the abyss. He would not get far anyway: every little flex of that eager, monstrous member drained him down until every last molecule of him had become part of Killer's glorious cock.

The darkness around Killer pulsed and writhed as if in agony, then simply retreated as Killer held one hand up... and the whole campus rapidly rebuilt itself under his eyes, looking like a tiny model set in his palm. And there, a good distance away from the main buildings, half-hidden near large woods on the margin of the training grounds, was the old ramshackle hut where he had been directed when he arrived to the college. It was a deliberately offensive move on the part of Ire's army and government, but Killer had not protested or complained. He wasn't pleased, naturally, but he was too used to battlefield life and sleeping in a foxhole while the artillery thundered in the distance to complain about any sort of roof.

In the following days he had used his free time to repair and improve the hut, which had one big advantage over any other apartment in the campus: it was isolated. In there, he could do almost anything he wanted without having to put up with any roommate or neighbor or controller.

He had turned that derelict, abandoned dormitory into a comfortable place where the officers didn't dare wandering... unless they intended to play along with him. Vanessa, of course, had visited him plenty of times, and she wasn't the only one. Killer had great memories of that place, and now those memories glowed in the form of energy, pure and warm and powerful, soothing and delightful. The darkness retreated further away as killed slowly spread his arms: the hut seemed to explode, but there was no destruction involved, but only relief as the memories returned, as some clarity and serenity returned to his mind... and suddenly, while those bright sapphire energies spiraled around and into him, the beautiful figure of Vanessa emerged from the center of that glorious light. She was not alive, but she was not a ghost either. She was not physically back, but she was much more than just a memory. Naked and beautiful, she floated up before him, her long black hair dancing slowly around her head, and she smiled lovingly, beaming as she looked at his gigantic, glorious form, giving a little nod of approval and saying softly: "Finally, you're taking your rightful place. You were always meant to be something more, something greater than all of us."

"it's almost time." Killer quietly agreed, smiling warmly down at her. There was no hesitation, no false modesty, no denial. Now he knew what he had to do, and accepted that this was his fate. His greatest luck and his greatest curse at the same time. "The greatest obstacles are still ahead of me, though."

"You will crush them, one by one." Vanessa immediately reassured, smiling adoringly up at him. "Just... look out for our girls, please."

"I will, Vanessa." Killer promised, looking down at her with a powerful mix of emotions he couldn't quite classify or contain. "And we will be together again." He added, even though he didn't have a clue about he could possibly bring her back from the death, the destruction, the dissolution in the dark furnace of the Unworld, the dispersion of her energies across who knew how many other forms, living and non living, spread across the entirety of Existence. He could feel that the difficulties did not matter. He had seen the power, the omnipotence that waited in the abyss of his soul, and he knew that for that beast nothing was impossible. No matter the rules, the complications, the beliefs of other gods and titans... the only thing that was going to matter was his will, absolute and undeniable, unyielding and limitless.

"I look forwards to that moment, my king, my god, my love..." Vanessa softly said, gifting him that bright, teasing and ever playful smile that he remembered so fondly. He smiled back, and slowly and carefully held his immense hand up, offering her his palm as he whispered, almost begging: "Until then, stay with me, Vanessa. Don't ever let me go."

"I'm always with you. I've always been, and I'll always be." The Doberman confirmed, smiling warmly as she floated forwards and hugged one of his titanic fingers, kissing it softly... and then vanishing inside him, leaving behind only a few, short-lived motes of energy that burned brighter than any star.

Killer closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he felt her presence, almost able to feel her breath washing over his face, her lips pushing gently against his, her body laying sprawled over his much larger frame... and then he looked up, and a crack opened in the fabric of reality, opening before him as he floated forwards.

Immediately, the loud and terrible sounds of vicious battle nearly overwhelmed him as he emerged out of the node, which now glowed with a sapphire light more pure and more intense than ever. Around him, however, many, many more continued to grimly burn, consumed by dark fire, and in the vast, cold expanse of space raged a titanic clash between the dark copies of his beloved ones and his Disciples.

Stars winked out of existence like candles as Alexis battled in front of him, struggling against at least three of her evil manifestations, their fiery crimson hair burning like dying galaxies, in sharp contrast with the eyes of the one "true" Alexis as they glowed with icy, glorious sapphire energy. A terrible, fearsome Sekhmeth shot past him, snapping a titanic whip of supernatural fire against Nikita, who used her hybrid spear to deflect the assault before spinning to the side as an evil version of her charged forwards with a snarl.

Everywhere he looked, the battle raged between his Disciples and their dark, corrupted alter egos. The girls were fighting with ferocious determination, but their evil counterparts were far more numerous as well as larger and more powerful. A bloodied, sweaty Mriya nearly crashed into him as he emerged into the battlefield, and he immediately leaned forwards to shield her from the two evil copies pursuing her. A barrage of powerful bolts of pure energy crashed into him, but the huge male flexed and absorbed them with a snarl and a hiss of pleasure-pain, before immediately twisting sideways as the two evil goddesses shot towards him. The first one slammed a fist into his broad chest, but the god shrugged it off with a growl and grabbed her by the waist, nearly snapping her in half as he tore in the opposite directions... and immediately the good Mriya turned around and tackled the other red-haired clone, wrestling her away from Killer and then stabbing her hybrid spear-sword up into her abs, slicing her torso open all the way up to the chest. "Go!" Mriya urged, and Killer tossed away the broken body of the evil goddess in his hands, watching as she crashed down like a meteor into a distant galaxy, crushing entire worlds under her bloody, shattered form. Killer hesitated for a moment as other evil manifestations of Mriya and Elaine surged for, grinning savagely as they rushed the lone, sore Disciple, but his daughter shot him an eloquent glare, and he nodded and turned around. He didn't want to look. He knew that he had to keep going, that his task was to stop Black and that if he could do that then everything else would fall into place... but he was still heartbroken at the thought of leaving his daughter behind. He wanted to help, he wanted to give his Disciples better odds... and responding to that wish, the glowing sapphire node that he had just healed thrummed with great, pure power and its surface of liquid metal rippled like water.

Killer clearly felt the warm ripple of energy exploding out of the node, turning around slightly to look over his shoulder as he felt that great force washing past him like a wave... and his eyes widened in surprise as great copies of Vanessa and Vera and even Nadia began to emerge from his happy memories.

They were immediately recognizable, their features beautiful and familiar, but at the same time they were completely new beings, taller and more powerful than ever, their bodies a mix of stunning female perfection and great, mighty muscles that bulged explosively as they flexed and stirred.

Vanessa's eyes glowed with glorious and terrible emerald light, her hair floating around her head as she pulled her hands up and grinned as they crackled with tremendous, divine energy. She formed javelins of crackling lightning, the electricity illuminating the darkness of space as she began to hurl those mighty projectiles about the enemies in sight. She had ascended to godhood and turned into a Disciple, with her head crowned by golden demonic horns and with her short, stubby tail replaced by a long and flexible one, ending in a demonic spade-shaped blade of dark metal-bone. She had vast draconic wings as well, leathery and somewhat cliché... but beautiful and imposing. She was the divine evolution of a Succubus, and Killer smirked a little, knowing that Vanessa would have wanted exactly that... she had always fantasized about being his eager devil, his insatiable servant and a punisher who could crush worlds in his name. In life she had been a savage race traitor who had delighted in carrying Killer's young while teasing the lesser males about it, viciously belittling and insulting and exploiting them, and as his Disciple she now had the power to truly punish and obliterate all those who didn't live up to her exacting standards.

Her old tattoos glowed brightly in the darkness, standing out like they were drawn with incandescent magma applied over her black and brown hide. And she had new tattoos and new piercings, including a vast and astounding depiction of one of Killer's enormous, monstrous, powerful sperms. The spiked, armored, almost draconic creature took up much of her muscular thigh, its terrible mouth aimed at her loins, and its spiked, segmented, powerful tail was coiled all around her leg, all the way down to the ankle, and whenever her great muscles flexed, it looked like the huge beast was moving and squeezing harder on her leg. She wore a heavy collar of leather and steel, with a clasp depicting a lion head with the terrible jaws open wide and a helpless planet cradled on the large tongue.

Vera looked splendid as well, another devil with emerald eyes and with aggressive leathers stretched thin by her beautiful muscular build. Her collar was heavy and tight around her throat, almost punitive, with cruel spikes pushing outwards and with a large ring hanging from the jaws of the lion head clasp, ready to take a chain, or a leash. Dog tags dangled from the steel ring, and one of them glowed with the crimson words "Property of Killer". The flames tattooed down the right side of her body, from the neck all the way down her shoulder and arm; glowed like real fire was trapped inside her body... and it probably was. On her massive, powerful shoulder, the flames circled around the tattoo of a feral lion roaring, while on the left shoulder she sported the tattoo of the winged beast, with one demonic and one angelic wing, symbol of Killer's Disciplehood. Swirling tribal decorations decorated the underside of huge, firm breasts that pushed out gloriously from her muscular chest, and she had a Predator symbol, a skull pierced by winged sword, drawn over her chiseled abs. A large KO mark was proudly displayed on her right thigh, while her left leg was decorated with two huge cobras tangled together and wrapped all around her muscular limb, their bodies moving through the sockets of a cracked skull drawn on her massive quad muscles. One of the two cobras seemed to stare at Killer from the neck of her foot, its mouth open, its hood extended, great fangs on display and seeming to glow. There was a teasing, shameless "Slut" tattoo on her inner thigh, and the mighty calves of her right leg were covered in other tribal symbols and a demonic, horned skull with a snake as tongue.

But what caught Killer's eye the most was a glowing "Daddy's girl" tattoo on her leg.

And little Nadia, who had been so small and vulnerable, deaf and mute but always smiling as if she wanted to comfort all the saddened faces looking at her and pitying her for her misfortune. Her weakness was gone, replaced by a muscular, mighty build to rival her younger but much bigger sister, and she had a simpler but beautiful collar around her neck, a band of dark metal decorated with black roses and thorny vines tangled together, with a roaring lion head clasp.

She had her own KO mark, and a great, majestic lion head tattooed on one shoulder, with the mark of Disciplehood on the other. Wearing a dark leather corset, form-fitting pants and high-heeled boots she looked splendid and supremely confident... and behind her glowed vast angelic wings, six of them, with long and sharp feathers of an intense, impossible black color which seemed to absorb and imprison all forms of light, looking at once darker than the most terrible of stormy nights and luminous like a huge full moon was on the horizon. They were beautiful, and Killer wasn't sure whether they were a dream, a wish or a vision of the future... but he hoped they were the latter. He wanted to bring Vanessa back, and he wanted to rescue Vera and even Nadia, and given all three the chance to enjoy the good times that their lives had, up to that day, denied them.

The three new goddesses charged into the battle with new and immense force, their voices mixing together in a war cry that made even Killer flex with new strength and new determination. The huge male floated through empty space, his enormous mass sucking the remains of entire galaxies into an orbit around his majestic form, and his eyes burned brighter than suns as he looked out for Black.

Finding him wasn't difficult, as the monstrous titan loomed larger than everything else... with the one and only exception of the absolute, unrivalled titan godbeast trapped in the solid containment net formed by Killer's mind. Darkness was up ahead, not far from Killer. He was moving almost leisurely past a long row of nodes that had already been corrupted, and he was surrounded and protected by another army of corrupt Disciples. Black turned around as he felt Killer's energies rippling through the emptiness of space and his eyes bulged with shock and fury, going from the towering liger god to the node behind him, seeing it healed and pulsing with greater energy than ever. Their eyes met for a moment, and energy crackled between them in a discharge of raw power that disintegrated uncountable planets and stars all around, sending a shockwave through space. Killer immediately rushed towards Black, seeking battle, and his enormous, black angel wings exploded into being in a flash of golden fire, burning planets and asteroids and stars and entire galaxies into nothing but dust.

Black moved rapidly towards another of the sapphire nodes, and barked something to his guards. Immediately, the dark goddesses formed a front and charged against Killer, but several of his Disciples surged forwards as well: Vera rushed past him and tackled one ferocious, corrupt Gaia, before Alexis and Mriya swept ahead with a roar, ramming into the evil goddesses and shoving them out of the way to let Killer pass through.

Black reached the node first, and viciously clawed into it, attempting to tear it in half and forcing his way through the liquid-metal surface, making the whole sphere pulse and crackle with energy. Killer followed, racing forwards as quickly as he could and smashing into the dark god's back, wrapping one powerful arm around his neck and yanking him backwards with a snarl, trying to lock Black into a full nelson.

Darkness gargled, his eyes glowing furiously as he reached up to wrestle Killer, and he dived forwards into the dome, dragging the liger along.

They fell through the liquid, dense darkness, grappling and wrestling, and when Black failed to yank Killer's arm off his throat, he snarled in fury and slammed his elbows back into the liger, drool flying from his jaws as terrible blades and spikes jutted out of his joints and erupted all along his spine, all over his back... but were bent down, restrained by the flexing, enormous musculature of the liger as Killer leaned down with a growl, his own body growing armored with a solid layer of something that couldn't even be described as metal, but actually something alien, infinitely harder and more resistant.

The tremendous blades on Darkness's elbows slammed into the liger's abs and chest but were deflected painfully away, the dark non-metal vibrating so violently that Black grimaced in pain, and Killer hissed but reached up to grab the back of the god's skull, squeezing on it with vicious force and simultaneously pushing hard forwards. "Skull or spine...?" Killer taunted with a growl, thinking of which one would break first, but Black only snarled in rage and forced one leg back between his, hooking one foot behind Killer's ankle and then spinning around with a growl, ramming back into the darkness surrounding them.

Killer let out a cry of pain as he smashed back-first into some sort of impossible wall, the dense darkness turning solid and harder than diamond as it smacked into him, and immediately that supernatural blackness rippled and shifted, and erupted upwards in the form of millions of thorns and spikes and blades that scratched, ripped, tore into his back, slicing his muscles, shredding his flesh.

"I should have known it." Black bitterly spat as he collected his legs under his body and then donkey-kicked into Killer as best he could from that awkward position, and even though his back arched painfully and his spine creaked ominously, he crushed the liger back into that tormenting, hellish grater and again clawed into Killer's arm, pulling it back from his throat. "That idiotic mortal wasn't worthy of the gift I gave him... and like all mortals, he's too limited and useless to complete even the easiest of tasks."

"Not all mortals. Just Alex." Killer muttered, even though blood and drool fell from his jaws as he focused on deploying his mighty tentacles, sending them tearing into the wall behind him, stabbing through like great spears of metallic flesh and pushing his devastated backside away from the blades, while also putting an end to their ruinous fall. Killer's eyes caught glimpses of a world sprawled beneath them, at the bottom of that terrible, obscure well that looked like the eye at the center of a typhoon as tremendous discharges of energy crackled in the air around them. He could see white... probably snow... but he couldn't yet make out the land beneath and so couldn't quite guess which memory of his past Black was now trying to corrupt. He only knew that he had to keep Darkness away, whatever the cost.

Two enormous tentacles arched around their tangled forms and turned their "heads" around as if to look down at Black, at their target and prey. Both enormous, powerful tendrils of muscular, metallic meat jutted with blades and spikes of bone and metal, their enormous heads looking like terrifying, oversized harpoons... before they split apart to reveal vast, terrible jaws beneath the segmented metal plates making up their heads. Tiny, malignant eyes glowed in the dark, locking in on their target before both terrible beasts lunged down, but the walls of darkness all around rippled like water and mixed, deafening roars echoed down the well as a horde of evil, corrupt Disciples surged forwards from all sides. One red-haired Alexis grabbed the first tentacle and dragged it away from Black, snarling as she choked the beast with one hand and savagely slashed Blue Vixen through its thick, muscular body with the other, cutting it in two and wrestling it as it attempted to regenerate. An evil, savage Sekhmeth snapped her whip against the other tentacle, seizing it in the coils of hellish fire of her weapon and then yanking back with enough strength to shred the mighty appendage.

Killer's other tentacles whip-lashed against the assaulting goddesses, but an evil copy of Manticora and a fiery-haired Nikita trailed their enormous longbows around and nailed them one by one with barrages of three of more spear-sized arrows at a time. Praetorian spears stabbed into his sides even as Killer twisted around and threw himself towards the opposite wall of the well, pushing Black into an evil copy of Kate and Gaia and crushing both of them between the wall and Darkness's mountain-like chest.

Darkness immediately slammed his hands into the wall, fingers sinking into it like through water, causing the whole vortex to ripple and flex, the dark shaft thrumming with malevolent power as it crushed down on Killer, trapping him in the middle and making him howl in pain at the crushing force that threatened to pop his ribcage like a balloon.

Enormous, supernaturally-charged bullets smashed into him as Elaine took aim at him with one of her enormous handguns, grinning viciously as she sent them smashing into his skull, then nonchalantly put one through one of his eyes, making him hiss in anguish even as he swung his arm towards her and sent a tangle of tentacles shooting out against her chest. A corrupt Ira lunged in and chopped the appendages with Arctica, sending terrible, unforgiving ice growing instantaneously all over the mighty appendages all the way to his arm and beyond, turning half of his body into a stiff and brittle sculpture.

Killer gritted his fangs and immediately summoned golden fire to halt the spreading of that terrible prison of ice, and as soon as his arm recovered some flexibility he smashed his fist into Black's head, smashing his skull against the wall of darkness. The ice split off his flesh and floated around him in a cloud of deadly daggers which he sent crashing into Black's backside, but an evil, grinning Gaia effortlessly turned them into harmless water... just as Elaine sent another four bullets slamming into his muzzle, knocking him backwards with a cry of pain, distracting him for long enough for Mriya, Pamela, Crystal and Valery to stab their hybrid spears into him, using the long poles as levers to force his arm away from Black's throat.

Darkness turned around as soon as he was free, grinning coldly and shoving a hand out towards Killer, blasting him with a hurricane of dark, tremendous force that washed over the liger like an eruption of hellish fire, consuming his flesh even as he fought back the corrupt Disciples that swarmed over him from all sides. "How long do you think you can resist?" Black taunted, grinning viciously as he spread his arms and became one with the typhoon of darkness around them, the black essence swirling around his arms and booming with an endless succession of tremendous discharges of malignant energy. The walls of the vortex rippled and moved back and forth, flexing and shifting, and Killer winced as they closed in on him once more, crashing into him from either side. He grunted breathlessly, all air violently forced out of his lungs, his bones creaking as he was ground between two solid surfaces that he couldn't budge, that he couldn't push back even as he tried to. Worse, the darkness was like water to the corrupted goddesses around him, who grinned cruelly as they effortlessly swam in and out of that infernal substance, emerging for a brief moment just to land a savage hit or two on him. Killer looked up in horror as Elaine emerged from a rippling wave, aiming her colossal handgun and firing five rounds in rapid succession, sending them all smashing into his chest, right at heart height, making him cough up blood as his whole ribcage was rattled and nearly caved inwards. He turned towards her and angrily lashed out with a blast of golden energy which tore through the shifting vortex but missed her as she laughed and dived "underwater", seemingly becoming one with the hellish darkness.

At the same time, Valery emerged from another wave, right behind him, and Killer's instinct screamed at him, making him turn around, his hand going up and snatching the enormous arrow in midair, halting it before it could it. The lioness looked surprised for a brief moment, then gritted her fangs and caused the arrow to explode, but Killer had already tossed it away, hurling it like a dagger and striking Crystal as she lunged out of the "water", stabbing forth her spear. The enormous blast sent the goddess crashing into darkness, vanishing from sight, but Killer was engaged from all sides and another heavy arrow struck into his shoulder, piercing his back and out of his chest, sending him stumbling forwards as he hissed in agony... before Alexis and Sekhmeth emerged from the shapeless black goo and struck him with fearsome force, their fists sending him sinking rapidly down the eye of the storm, until he crashed into something hard, and his vision flicked in and out, becoming blurred and confused as the vortex closed down on him. Killer pushed himself up and out of the crater he had dug with the impact, muttering under his breath as he realized that he was fading out once more, that he was drifting again between the war inside him and the one outside him. "No, no, no..." He gritted his fangs and looked up, trying to spot Darkness, trying to understand what was happening, but he felt like he was swimming in glue, in a goo that was almost solid and clogged everything, including his senses, as the black vortex rampaged all over his memories. Black was looking for the center of the node, for the key element in that memory, and Killer winced at the painful awareness that he wasn't even sure what this memory was about. Snow and mountains surrounded him, for the little he could see. His childhood? His grueling training as a young prince? Or one of the campaigns he had fought and led in defence of Kesteven in his youth...? He tried to stand up, ignoring the pain that tormented every inch of his body and moving a couple of unsteady steps as his consciousness escaped from him and he vainly tried to restrain it... and then, finally, all went black and he was deafened by sudden, complete silence.

In the emptiness and silence, his pain became the only noise, and its voice was amplified ten times. Suddenly, Killer shivered as he realized just how badly hurt he was, as his mind and body protested in equal measure. He found himself floating in the nothingness, lost halfway between his mind and the outside world, suspended in a limbo that was cold, hostile, completely uncaring. Killer spun around, looking with horror at that endless emptiness, wondering whether Black had finally managed to trap him there, in that non-place that was worse by far than even Hell. "Have I just become a prisoner in my own body...?" Killer murmured, shuddering in horror as he frantically flew across that silent, empty inferno, looking for a way to return to the fight... to one or to the other. No matter the torture he'd have to face, everything would be better than that limbo without hope and devoid of purpose.

He flew for what felt like hours. He teleported, again and again, traveling over an unfathomable distance, but it felt like he wasn't moving at all. He was suspended in the very same dark, useless Void. Was this the place where Black Killer had waited for his time, imprisoned by a much stronger mind that had refused to listen to him...? The pain threatened to split his head in half, his body screaming for mercy as his regeneration refused to work properly... but then he heard a voice. Far away and distorted, but surely a voice. He immediately turned in that direction and floated towards than minuscule hint of hope...

"You thought I wouldn't find out?" Thanathos howled, and his fury was the worst that Killer had ever witnessed. The god of death's deranged mind was clearly about to snap definitively, tormented by yet another injustice, true or perceived. There was a sick, terrible sound of flesh shredded and bones shattered, and the sound of scythes cutting through the air and deep through bodies, hooking directly into souls with a horrible, ghastly sound that Killer had learned to recognize but wished he could have never heard.

Roars, growls, meaty thuds and the splattering of blood. Clanging of blades and of metallic talons, and the fleshy sound of tentacles whip-lashing and coiling around targets. There was a battle going on around him, and he tried to reach it. He couldn't see anything yet, but he rushed towards the sounds and smells of death and slaughter, like he had so many times in his life.

"You thought you could corrupt a Reaper without me finding out?" Thanathos shrieked, mad with rage and frustration. For not the first time, Killer almost pitied him: he hadn't been born a monster. Thanathos had been betrayed many times, but he had been the first one to betray himself. He had fallen in love with a woman sick with endless ambition and he had abandoned all moral, all decency, all honor to try and impress her, to try and give her what she wanted. He had murdered his mentor and protector, Azura. He had exterminated a whole population just to get Persephone to join him in the afterworld. He had betrayed Elelyon, conspired behind his back. He had worked against Killer; he had worked with Cerberus, unsuccessfully trying to outfox the sly mortal... and since he wasn't a monster, but someone who pretended to be one, he had poisoned his soul and tormented his mind every step of the way up to there. Now he had nothing: a wife that he kept prisoner because she hated him; and an "ally" that had no intention at all of sharing the spoils of victory. He was surrounded by enemies and felt all the burden of it and of all the crimes he had committed to try and gain their approval. The only real friends he had had were the ones he had betrayed, and he probably was painfully aware of that bitter truth.

When Killer's eyes opened, the liger startled, but silently. He choked down the cry of pain and confusion that rushed up from his throat and just stared at the scene ahead of him: the door to his cell had been torn open with violent, terrifying force, shredding the monstrous and vaguely vagina-like lips of mutant flesh and then blasting the shutters apart. A tremendous battle raged inside the cell, on the threshold and outside, in the corridor beyond. Countless reapers were swarming all over the mutated, corrupted divinities that Cerberus had left behind to guard the cell. Even the scientists themselves had been caught up in the fight: by the look of things, Killer guessed that they had tried to resist, turning the cell into their fortress and fighting to keep Thanathos out... but Thanathos had unleashed his mutant thralls, his Reapers, and apparently even a large group of alien divinities who were now fighting against the last few of Cerberus's guards. Killer swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the horrendous taste of the blood, gore ichors and assorted poisons in his mouth, and he carefully pushed against his restraints, trying not to be noticed but at the same time investigating whether there was a chance at all for him to break free. Immediately, Requiem Aeternam glowed angrily and punished him with a discharge of destructive energy, like death turned into a form of black electricity that ripped into his form and made him wince in agony.

His eyes were drawn to one of the corrupt arkangel scientists that had tormented him for so long: the beat, who had horrendously mutated, growing even more hideous and gigantic while Killer was fighting in his mind, was grappling with a number of divinities coming from planets from all over the galaxy and beyond. His enormous frame filled Killer's field of view as the beast caught a much smaller god clad in full plate armor and hefted him up in one hand like he was a toy, smacking him violently into the wall of the tower, once, twice, thrice, crumpling the otherworldly armor like it was nothing but tin and finally squishing the god's body itself, squashing it into an ugly stain on the wall, which hungrily and loudly slurped up the gore, its mutant tendrils and tentacles and mouths shifting and greedily scooping up the mess.

The scientist-thrall seemed almost invulnerable, chuckling as he swung out a massive fist and smashed another god flying away like a broken puppet, before he stomped one enormous, spiked hoof and only barely missed a slender goddess armed with a spear charged with electricity. The gods surrounding the beast insisted, however, and one of them sneaked under the beast's spiked, terrible tail and used his twin sabers to slice the back of the Arkangel's knees. The thrall growled in irritation more than pain, the blood almost immediately replaced by pure corruption that spurted out of the wounds and splattered all over the god like acid, sending him crashing on his knees with a howl of anguish, before the scientist's tail whip-lashed and caught him in the chest, impaling him upon the mass of cruel spikes and shredding him into pieces. Thanathos's Reapers, however, were implacable: the cloaked, invisible and immaterial beings kept attacking from all sides, turning solid only for the time required to slash their terrible scythes down into the thrall's massive and powerful body, their blades ripping into what was left of the beast's soul and yanking it out of shape, dragging pieces of it out of that muscular, heavy form. Tentacles and tumor-like growths burst out of the endlessly evolving body of the monster, and the parasites festering in the rotting, smelly wounds leapt against the Reapers, biting even into solid bone and cracking it, ripping the skeletal creatures apart, but more and more kept coming, even as the massive tentacles slashed through the crowd and disintegrated a reaper, turning it into nothing but a cloud of yellowed dust and a shredded cloak floating slowly down to the floor. Several other Reapers hooked their scythes into the corrupted angel's back and yanked down with all their strength, finally managing to bend the beast backwards, making its spine creak. The Arkangel howled in fury and blindly kicked and punched at the gods that he knew were rushing forwards, knocking them sprawling like pins even as spears and swords were shoved through his massive abs and chopped into his legs, before the monster grew suddenly stiff and irresponsive as the scythes moved back and began to rip out the ghastly, damaged and poisoned soul of the scientist.

That was when Killer was finally able to see past the goliath, and his eyes widened as he saw the battle raging with the same intensity in every corner of the tower and in the corridor beyond. The other angel had been taken down already, and its corrupted, mutant body was sprawled on the floor, decaying rapidly, melting away into a toxic sludge as Killer's powerful precum and sweat-pre and other heavy, dense, thick Alpha waste consumed it. Enormous sperms swam around on the floor, like crocodile and sharks that were literally able and eager to bite limbs off, dragging down gods and monsters alike and gangraping them, savaging them, invading every orifice they could reach and brutally devastating the bodies they overwhelmed. Some kind of containment tank had shattered, and an emergency draining system was desperately attempting to suck away that literal ocean of dark, hyperpotent masculine essence, but those great seas of Alpha cum instantaneously clogged the tubes and the pumps, the gigantic sperms too big and too strong to be bothered by those pathetic machines pulling at their spiked, armored bodies. Those monstrous godbeasts caused a carnage on the battlefield packed with bodies, and Killer ground his teeth together in a grimace that was half-grin and half disgust as sperms that were literally meters long wrapped around helpless gods and dragged them down to the floor, rapidly overwhelming their puny resistance and raping them into bloody piles of shredded gore. Gods were raped like helpless little girls, torn apart by those spiked beasts, and the shrieks rising from those ugly piles of tormented flesh and omnivirile, monstrous sperms were a sinister and terrifying concert. At least one of the scientists had been dragged down and savagely violated, and his mutant body was still there, crunching loudly, squelching audibly as the massive tails of several huge sperms coiled around it and crushed with unmatched strength.

With the machines completely overwhelmed, the Reapers were struggling to contain the outbreak, using their scythes to kill the sperms one by one, but there were so many pouring out of the broken tank that even several reapers were caught by the tentacles and tails and shattered into nothing but dust and fragments of yellowed bone. The gigantic, parasitic sperms actually had developed even literal arms, and now looked like naga divinities in their own right, larger than many of the gods involved in the battle and simply colossal when they reared up upon their vast tails.

Killer stared at the carnage with a mix of feelings: some part of him was horrified that his sperms alone were laying waste to so many divinities, but another part of him felt nothing but joy, and pride, and hunger. He was the Alpha, he was God. He was supreme, and they had to grovel before him.

The gods that were raped and invaded howled in anguish and trembled violently as their bodies began to rapidly mutate into Horrors, their bellies swelling with titanic, monstrous pregnancies regardless of whether they were females or males, and the Reapers hurriedly swarmed over them to savagely tear their scythes down, hammering them into the mutating, growing bodies to keep them from standing up and joining the battle.

"Stop them! Tell them to stop! Are you crazy? You need us, you need him! We are the only ones who can crack the defences of Killer's genetic code!" The minotaur head-scientist squealed. His voice was sadly one that Killer would never forget, and the liger's eyes moved in the direction of that voice, finding the demon pinned against the corrupted, fleshy wall, with Thanathos's hands crushing on his throat and the god of death's thumbs pressing cruelly into his eyes. The demon's hooves kicked uselessly at Thanathos's abs and hulking frame, but for all their power they seemed unable to distract the god, who had a terrible, scary expression that spoke of fury, and despair, and insanity. Thanathos didn't even turn around to watch his Reapers slowly peeling the corrupted soul out of the mutated Arkangel, who foamed at the mouth and breathed brokenly, his vast chest heaving visibly, swelling as the beast desperately tried to cling on to life, even as the gods all around speared it mercilessly with everything they had, trying to overwhelm its regeneration and constant mutations.

The minotaur head-scientist seemed oblivious to the carnage around him, and even mostly unconcerned by the ferocious god towering over him. His eyes only filled with concern when he stared at his precious machinery and research tools as gods and monsters clashed around them and the explosions rattled the whole tower. Whenever it looked like one of his tools might have sustained damage, the demon winced and shuddered violently, as if feeling pain personally. His eyes also darted back and forth to seek out his comrades, and his expression filled with shock as he realized that all of them were down, or close to going down for good. As the reapers threatened to destroy even the last of them, the demon trashed in place and squealed: "Please, Lord Thanathos, please! This will force the whole research programme backwards and might preclude our success! Spare him, he is... you need his services!"

"Another traitorous bastard is not something I need!" Thanathos viciously barked, smashing the demon back against the wall, which reached forwards with countless tentacles, tendrils, claws and disgusting, rotting growths, sucking loudly and greedily as it literally grabbed the scientist and tried to devour him whole. Thanathos himself looked in awful shape: on one side he had grown even further, towering even taller than before and sporting monstrous, terrible muscles that bulged even greater in proportion to even his increased body. But for all that growth in power, he was still falling apart faster than he could evolve: unlike Killer, Thanathos's rotting flesh wasn't developing into something more powerful, into harder muscle, into greater might, but just slowly decaying. The parasites festering inside his body were clearly out of control as well, growing larger and larger, more savage and insatiable than ever, more numerous and more destructive as they consumed him from the inside. Still, without the god giving an order, the Reapers slowed down their movements and kept the arkangel struggling, half-dead and half-alive, his soul hanging visibly out of his trembling body. "I will let you useless scumbags live only if you give me what I want." Thanathos hissed, his voice rasping and cruel, full of pain and fury. But unsurprisingly, the minotaur stared back at him blankly, drool falling from his jaws as he breathlessly trembled, hesitating for a long few and terrible moments.

Killer, who differently from Thanathos was a monster and had created thralls of his own, knew what was holding the minotaur back: lack of free will. The demon was more of an extension of Cerberus's will and aims and thoughts than a person of its own, and even when threatened with mutilation, and torture, and death, he was incapable to depart from the will of his master. A Thrall didn't have any real concern for his own life, but only for his Master's. Killer was relatively wary of using his power to annihilate other people's will, but even while holding back he had an enormous control over other people's choices and thoughts and beliefs. His Disciples, for example: there were very few, if any, things they wouldn't do for him, without him even needing to order it. If he truly wanted something enough to order it, none of them would be able to refuse. The Thralls he had created, most notably Lilith, had complete and utter disrespect for their own life and eagerly offered themselves to him in any and all ways: he could punch them, rip them apart, eat them alive, shit in their mouths, crush their eyes under his thumbs, make them pregnant, fuck the children into mush, make them lick up the remains... everything he wanted, they executed without hesitation and offering him thanks and praise for it, even for the worst possible cruelty.

Depending on how good Cerberus had been at warping the personality of the scientists, Thanathos was going to waste time. The scientist again gazed towards his half-dead comrade, staring at his agony without any real concern for his well being, but only rage and worry at losing another of his precious assistants. "Don't! Master Cerberus needs our work, we must prepare for him the perfect genes that will make him the absolute god!" The minotaur cried out, and Thanathos, obviously, only snarled in even greater fury at that, cocking back his arm and then savagely smashing the demon into the wall, pushing with such tremendous force that the scientist sunk back through the fleshy wall, almost vanishing from Killer's sight as the ugly, terrible growths stretching out of the wall coiled around the body and tore into it with their thorns, spikes and fangs. "That fucking little traitorous mortal is not here, and I can assure you that he will never put his foot on this planet again!" Thanathos snarled, digging his bony, terrible talon-fingers into the minotaur's abdomen and ripping deep inside to claw into his guts. Even so, the demon barely flinched, and his eyes remained vacuous, checking on his assistant's status and otherwise worrying clearly about the result of their research rather than about his life, which he barely acknowledged.

"What did you send him? A cure? A new batch of genetic material? What was it?" Thanathos insisted, brutally squeezing down on one of the minotaur's eyes and making it pop apart with a sick squelch, blood spraying tickly out of it. "What was it?"

The scientist hesitated for a moment, clearly conflicted as some of the instructions given by Cerberus clashed irreconcilably in his mind. He had been told to respond to Thanathos question, but to keep the important developments secret. Even the god of death managed to understand that the thrall was trying to decide what it would tell, what it would hide and what it would warp and cover up, and so Thanathos barked: "Don't you dare lying to me, I'll know if you do!"

The minotaur looked somewhat taken aback by that, and his eyes drifted down with a little hiss from his mouth. He stared at his shredded guts, hanging out of his devastated body, like they weren't even his own, his face losing color in agony but his mind refusing to acknowledge that it meant anything. Killer considered the possibility of just speaking up, of telling Thanathos why he wasn't getting any answer and would continue not to get any, but it probably would have been unwise to bring the delirious, furious god's attention onto himself. Thanathos was on the verge of losing it for good, and Killer didn't want to experience that while tied up and unable to defend himself.

"I sent Master Cerberus the latest product of our research. A refined, more complete, far more powerful genetic mix that will greatly enhance his power, increase his size, his strength, the toughness of every lass atom of his body. It will make him stronger and it will allow him to further expand his limits... It will slow down the decay and speed up the evolution of his body. Hopefully give him some control over the parasites. We haven't been able to find a way to completely control those." The minotaur finally admitted, speaking almost mechanically, as if he was a machine rather than a bleeding, trembling, agonizing living being. His guts spilled all the way down to the floor as Thanathos furiously yanked his hand back, ripping out long, large ropes of intestine before balling his hand into a fist, striking viciously down into the scientist's smaller, weaker form, making the demon howl in agony and bend brokenly forwards, but obtaining nothing more than that as the scientist's expression remained blank and disconnected.

"How many times have you given him extra doses? And what kind of sick crap have you put into the doses for me...?" Thanathos growled, before turning around to look at the reapers that waited to know the fate of their target. The god gave a cruel nod, full of rage and frustration, and the Reapers immediately floated backwards, yanking their scythes free and finally tearing the stained, warped soul of the Arkangel out of his mutant body. The beast's eyes bulged almost out of their sockets, then lost all luster and all expressivity as the scientist let out a gargling sound, breathless and devoid of any hope, before the huge body collapsed heavily down onto the floor.

"You will have us all dead if you destroy this research!" The minotaur shouted, blood and drool flying from his broken jaws as his eyes stared at the enormous corpse on the floor, and at the tattered, devastated "ghost" of a soul hanging from the scythes. Thanathos's eye twitched in a mix of surprise and disbelief and utter fury at the annoyingly impersonal tone and content of what the scientist had to say, but a group of alien divinities had pushed up behind him after taking down the mutant mortals and they traded a look and a few comments in their strange language. Killer tried to gauge the mood of those gods, since understanding their words was impossible... and they clearly weren't thrilled with Thanathos's performance, but seemed resigned to having to work with him, at least for the moment. Killer could only make educated guesses, but he assumed that Thanathos had told them about Cerberus's plan and about his duplicity. The gods who had flocked to Cerberus, or better to "Lord Skyfall's" service had probably had little difficulties in believing the story and realizing just how horribly they had been tricked and exploited, and Thanathos was the powerful, if unstable and unreliable, ally that they needed in order to secure their "payment" for everything they had done and everything they had lost during that crusade that they had unwisely joined. Many of the gods that had chased after Lord Skyfall's indications, promises and orders now wished only for a safe journey home, but the truth was that there could be no safety, nowhere, until the End War was brought to a conclusion. They couldn't simply walk away at that stage without being taken down by one faction or another and their home worlds had been turned into targets, when not in galaxy-sized bombs to ensure that the Anchors within them would be destroyed at the right time.

Going back meant suicide, in a way or another.

One of those gods finally made a little grimace, clearly full of scorn in front of Thanathos's state of near-insanity, and finally cleared his throat and explained: "Lord Death, I'm afraid we won't obtain anything with threats and torture. This monster has clearly been... indoctrinated. His mind is scarred. He is not worried about his life anymore."

Thanathos snorted steam from his nostrils, looking down at the trembling scientist with a violent mix of emotions lighting the flames in his empty eye sockets, his massive chest heaving visibly, hideous with the multitude of growths and infections and wounds and literal tunnels chewed open in his metallic "skin" and adamantine muscle by the hordes of parasites that plagued him. For a moment it looked like Thanathos would snap and lash out against his temporary ally, but instead he reached forwards with a snarl and grabbed the minotaur by the horns, making them creak audibly before tearing them right off with a mighty, ferocious flex of his mutant, hulking muscles. "A Thrall, huh...?" Thanathos finally hissed, looking down with a mix of distaste and interest. "Well, if Cerberus completely corrupted his mind, there is only one thing to do: corrupting it even further. We are going to be friends, are we not...?"

The minotaur looked upwards coldly, but Thanathos only leaned forwards with a cruel growl, squeezing on his skull until it creaked audibly, his talons piercing into the demon's head and drawing blood as a black haze surrounded the god of Death's arm and crackled malignantly around the scientist, making him shudder uncontrollably. The minotaur howled in denial and tried to leap out of the crater in the wall, but the hungry tendrils and corrupted growths yanked him back and a couple of Reapers immediately floated forwards, slashing their scythes into him and locking him in place despite his best efforts to resist.

His mutant body rippled and grew, his muscles bulging so powerfully and massively to tear through his own metallic hide, godlike chords of power pushing through the dark skin. "Cerberus is my master, Cerberus is our god! You rebellious scum will be crushed into the dirt, where you belong!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Thanathos muttered, growling angrily and continuing to pump his destructive energies into the demon's mind. The minotaur's eyes rapidly turned black even as he continued to chant his adoration for his master... until he fell silent, drool falling from his gaping jaws as he stared at Thanathos without really seeing him. "That arrogant mortal thinks Death can't bend a mind into submission...?" The hideous god grumbled, muttering something under his breath before finally snarling: "So, I'm asking again: how many more genetic loads have been sent Cerberus's way?"

The minotaur's body trembled violently, flexing and shuddering out of control as black veins bulged outwards, pumping visibly as Thanathos's energies spread through the demon's whole body, going down his face, disfiguring him, and then down the sides of his neck to expand through his whole form. He tried to resist still, yanking his arms forwards, trying to break free, but with less and less strength, until his head finally slumped forwards. "T-three, with today's container."

"Little bastards." Thanathos muttered, before barking: "And what did you do to me? What kind of sub-standard shit did you put inside my body?"

"A... an early version of our copy of Killer's DNA. We... we knew that once implanted, it would begin to evolve out of control. For Cerberus we developed a... more stable variant... one better able to adapt and expand to contain the evolution..." The scientist spluttered, then slowly looked up, and his dead, jet-black eyes suddenly glinted with a completely different sparkle as he reverently added: "... Master."

Thanathos gritted his fangs and ground them together so hard that Killer heard it clearly from where he hung from the cross, but the god of death looked unsurprised. He had expected nothing less. Cerberus had left early after their supposedly identical surgeries, but it had been clear, even back then, that the mortal was accommodating evolution much better than the god. It had been more than suspect. Thanathos inspired slowly and audibly, making a supreme effort not to lash out and finally coldly ordered:

"You will create a copy of those genetic loads. No, actually you will put together something better. And you will implant it inside me, and me alone. And you will do it quickly, am I clear? I want everything you've given Cerberus, and more!"

"Of course, Master Thanathos, of course..." The scientist promised, and there was true enthusiasm in his voice even though his eyes continued to be dark, expressionless pits. Killer grimaced at the sight, wondering what it was like to have the mind erased not once but twice, observing that unfortunate creature who now was truly an hollow container filled with only two things: science and slavish veneration for his new master. The liger had genuinely believed that Thanathos would not be able to corrupt someone into such complete servitude, and even less that he would manage to pull such a feat on a creature that was already a Thrall to someone else... but clearly the uncontrollable evolution that was making him stronger and destroying him at the very same time was opening up a whole new world of possibilities for the insane deity.

Thanathos unceremoniously let go of the scientist, and the Reapers retreated before the hideous, corrupted god grabbed him by one arm and yanked him out of the wall, which literally growled in disapproval, sending tentacles and tendrils reaching out for their lost food. The minotaur stumbled and fell to his knees, hands tremblingly grabbing at his devastated abdomen and feebly pushing his guts back inside the wound, but his face, streaked with blood from the destroyed eye, smiled brightly and absurdly, beaming with gratitude as he whispered: "Master is so generous to me... so kind in letting me work on this! I won't disappoint, Master! I will perfect the project, I promise! I will find all the secrets genetic strands that create limitless perfection, and I will be honored to implant them inside my glorious god and king and master!"

"Shut up and make it happen." Thanathos distastefully replied, looking with disgust at the gunk and blood and gore on his hands, wishing it away and making his bony, talon-like fingers return to their normal color. Killer didn't fail to notice that the bone looked almost dramatically frail, however, as the violent evolution of his body and genetics overwhelmed and destroyed his body. Thanathos was literally falling apart, and pieces of his skin and even fragments of his bone flaked away as he looked down at his own hands. The enormous parasites inside him, so similar to Killer's sperms yet even more terrible, could be literally heard chewing as they devoured him from inside. "Cerberus must pay for his betrayal..."

Killer stiffened a bit, looking at the scientist as he sprung happily to his feet, his black eyes immediately darting to the nearby machinery and containment tanks, gauging the damage that they had suffered during the battle. The liger swallowed thickly, knowing that if the minotaur was going to produce another genetic copy he would probably torture him once more. And the horrible part was that Killer had to pretty much_hope_ for new torture. If the scientist had samples already stored away, his usefulness might finally come to an end, and with it his life.

"What do you need?" Thanathos impatiently asked, looking down at the lone head scientist as he shoved the corpse of one of his mortal colleagues off an enormous centrifuge that contained a multitude of juices and ichors pumped out of Killer's body, from thick sperm to sweat, precum, blood and others. The minotaur hopped from strange machine to even more unnerving tool, making a quick list, and then bowed deeply and said: "We are fortunate, Master. The damage is limited; I can get the machines back in one piece using the spares in the main laboratory."

"Bring him whatever he needs." Thanathos coldly commanded, and a couple of bloodied alien gods walked out of the cell and made their way down the corridor. They looked far from thrilled, but Thanathos was by far the strongest of them all and his Reapers continued to float all around, silent and threatening, their terrible scythes held high and the hourglasses hanging from their belts and ropes. Moreover, the gods had come from countless different worlds and did not trust each other beyond their brethren or restrict groups. Every last one of them feared the reaction of the others. Running away was not an option as long as there was a concrete risk of the others hounding them down.

Thanathos turned around and looked over Killer's damaged body, and his eyes traveled upwards until they met the liger's. The two gazed coldly at each other for a long, awkward moment, then the god of death disdainfully noted: "So, you are back with us. Like all pests, you are persistent."

"You have no idea." Killer muttered, before thinking rapidly. In a way or another, he had to exploit the conflict between Cerberus and Thanathos. In a way or another, he had to gain an advantage from the battle that had just ended, from the slaughter that had just seen Cerberus's guards and thralls taken down and destroyed. Freedom had never been closer than in that moment... yet the distance still looked immense and impossible to bridge.

Thanathos snorted, then asked to his new Thrall: "Do you still need this piece of meat...? I'm eager to get rid of it and erase even the memory of him having ever existed."

"Oh, Amon-Ra is very important, Master! Not done finding out all of his secrets, Master! Not done using his fluids, his DNA, his energies!"

"Then get a move on, and complete your goddamn experiments!" Thanathos barked, clenching his fists in frustration and glaring into Killer's eyes. "I don't want him to live one second more than is strictly indispensable."

Killer's mind raced between unpalatable propositions and ideas. He was dangerously short of options, so he had to try with the most desperate of attempts. Could Thanathos be reasoned with? Probably no, but Killer knew he had to try nonetheless. "Thanathos, seriously. Cerberus needs to be stopped, and there are... there are dangers and enemies you don't even know about, far worse than even him." The liger said, thinking of Black and wincing as his mind thrummed painfully, rebelling to the agony caused by the ongoing war inside his memories and thoughts. The god of Death, surprisingly, listened almost with interest, but then snorted in contempt and growled: "Cerberus needs to be crushed out of existence, and I assure you that I'll do that myself. I'll take my revenge for everything he's done to me. Traitorous bastard. But who would the other vermin be...? You? I'll take care of you as well, don't you worry."

"Not me. Something that lives in me." Killer immediately replied, knowing that there was no point in wasting any time. "Darkness."

Thanathos tilted his head slightly to the side and his skeletal face showed some ironic interest. "Darkness, you say...? Yes, I know you have the essence, the power of the old Titans, of the fathers of all, inside you. That's part of what I'm digging out of you."

"It is more than just his power. He is still there. Still sentient. He is not gone." Killer warned, but the god of Death shook his head slowly and snorted in derision, spreading his arms and muttering: "So, he isn't dead, but has taken this long to do anything about his... unfortunate condition. And now he... lives inside you, you say. And I bet he is trying to get out."

"It is Darkness that has infected you as well." Killer barked, gritting his fangs and jerking his head to point at one of the bulging, horrendous sore that crossed his chest like a grotesque, enormous scar which rippled and pulsed with the movements of the colossal parasite moving beneath, deep inside the god's muscular form. "It is because of him that you are falling apart!"

"My pain is due to Cerberus!" Thanathos viciously snarled back, flexing his enormous but tormented muscles and hissing in a mix of pain and delight as great chords of pure power tore their way through his metallic hide. "The bastard gave me poisoned sweets, thinking that I wouldn't notice, that I would fall apart while listening to his lies, to the lies of this bunch of Thralls telling me that there is more work to be done, that the secret hasn't been broken yet! But I will make him pay for it, you can be sure of it."

"It won't be enough to save you unless you listen to me. Darkness will either destroy or make puppets out of both of you." Killer warned, snarling in frustration and struggling against his restraints. "You have to listen to me, Thanathos! For once in your life, please, trust those who offer a helping hand rather than run after the ones that don't give a damn about you!"

Thanathos recoiled a bit at that, and the flames in his eyes flickered as the god looked down at Killer with a mix of violent, confused emotions. He seemed surprised, first of all, of hearing Killer framing so accurately the main mistake that had shaped his life. Some part of him even seemed to be willing to listen. For sure, Thanathos was eager and desperate to meet a person that could be trusted and relied upon. There was a long, awkward moment of silence that made Killer think that the god might actually listen... but then the flames in the god's eyes grew vicious again and the skeletal face became a mask of fury and hate. "How desperate must you be, you scum, to play the card of the concerned friend after all you've done to me...?" Thanathos venomously asked, before clawing savagely into Killer's chest, ripping and tearing and shredding, punching and striking with endless, desperate ferocity as he roared: "How dare you trying to play my mind like that? How could I ever trust you?"

Killer spat a gout of blood and vomit and ichors out of his mouth, his body shuddering as the tremendous talons of the god ripped deep inside him, hooking into ribs and organs and yanking out thick chunks of both, making the liger tremble as he spat out: "Ask yourself whether I can trust you! Do you think you are making it easy for me to offer my hand?"

"I don't fucking want your pity!" Thanathos howled, before coughing violently as one of the massive parasites in his body audibly tore through something within him, and a terrible bulge moved upwards through his abdomen and all the way up to the base of his neck, nearly choking him.

"Look at you, Thanathos. You won't last long if this keeps up." Killer softly said, closing his eyes with a sigh.

"I will crack your secrets, Amon-Ra, don't worry." Thanathos breathlessly muttered, before looking up into the liger's eyes. "I go through this suffering with the awareness that the victory will be mine. I can only imagine what it is like to go through your torture knowing that your end is near and unavoidable."

"I still have better chances than you, actually, if you refuse to listen." Killer replied, trying to keep his voice calm and true. Again, Thanathos betrayed a brief instant of hesitation, but it was clear that whatever wisdom he perceived in Killer's words, his stubborn heart flatly refused to accept.

The god of Death looked coldly down at the liger, then spoke in a venomous, definitive tone, calling the scientist forwards and ordering: "You will tear this creature apart bit by bit if necessary, but you will reveal his secrets and make them mine. Then, as soon as you are done, make sure he can't survive."

"Too coward to do it with your own hands?" Killer bitterly asked, but Thanathos only smirked coldly and easily corrected: "Oh, believe me; I'd love to kill you myself. But right now it is Cerberus that I want the most. As soon as I'm ready I'll get to him, and I'll skin him alive." The god of Death paused, then reached forwards to grab the handle of Requiem, twisting the blade slowly and savagely inside Killer's body, making the liger roar in agony as he added: "I will kill you myself if I'm back in time for it. But if I'm not, well... knowing you are gone and forgotten will be enough of a satisfaction on its own."

The minotaur nodded eagerly, clapping his hands lightly and looking delighted as he squeaked: "Excellent, my Master, excellent! I'll work night and day, without pause or respite..." The demon seemed to hop forwards like a cheerful schoolgirl, but once he grabbed the handles of the heavy pumps and mechanical probes buried inside Killer's enormous black shaft, his grin took on a tone of pure sadistic pleasure. Killer gritted his teeth and braced, knowing what to expect, but nothing could prepare him for the agony of the heavy machinery squeezing on his colossal member. The dark metal of the vices cracked and deformed as his ridged, demonic cock thrummed with power and flexed against them, but enormous hydraulic pistons continued to push down until even his adamantine flesh began to hurt, until blood spilled out of wounds that opened around the edges of each vice... and the worst part was that Killer was so viciously full of pent-up hypervirile potency that he was unable to resist. His shaft flexed hungrily and blasted forth an enormous load of Alpha waste, filled with mutant sperms of such size and ferocity that they made even Killer himself wince in shock. The heavy, cruel mechanical vices began to move rapidly back and forth, and the liger growled in rage and shame as he felt his body responding to the stimulation, unable to resist, as his entire form burned with excess vigor, with pent-up omnivirility crying for release. Steam snorted out of his nostrils as he flexed and leaned forwards, thrusting in that cruel milking machine, his masculine chest heaving and his huge pectorals bulging and grinding, his biceps swelling explosively, his abs clenching and standing out in glorious definition as his hips rammed forwards, his legs flexing. The probes buried down his vast cockmaw began to vibrate and move in cruel ways that he didn't even want to try and visualize, and the rods impaled through his colossal, heavy balls crackled with discharges of electricity that only urged him on even more, as that enormous tower of alpha male power thrummed and jumped up, swelling with cable-like veins.

Other cruel machines pushed against him, drilled into him, pumped fluids out of him. He could feel cold metallic probes shifting inside his heart, stealing his blood. He could feel nodes that had been drilled through his skull. Agony and pleasure mixed as his whole form flexed with absolute male power, the floor creaking under his toe-talons and the cross cracking audibly as he arched his back to ram harder, faster, rougher against the vicious machine, his great tower of godcock jumping up powerfully, rising as high as it could go while dragged down by its own god-crushing, immense weight. The colossal thrummed as Killer began to thrust it harder, rougher, snapping another vice like it was made of biscuit, his tremendous girth bending the dark metal out of shape as the tower of obsidian godcock flexed and erupted a great, monstrous load of precum, black and hyperpotent and almost solid with how utterly it was crammed full of tangled, gigantic sperms. One of the metallic probes going down the liger's urethra was blasted out with the pre, ripping through the metal tube wrapped around the massive, proud cockhead and firing across the tower like a spear, forcing Thanathos to move sideways with a grunt, his sockets burning with something like amazement as a second immense load of pre fired out immediately after, a literal flood of absurd, hypervirile power which made the tube bulge out of shape and instantaneously filled a whole containment tank, even as an ungodly blast of the potent stuff tore out through the wound in the tube and fired across the tower to smack into the wall with audible, heavy force, sending a deluge of backsplatter hailing down into the cell while the thick stuff coated the wall all the way up to the roof, creating an enormous cascade as the thick stuff sloppily rolled down, a gooey sea full of ferocious sperms of tremendous, unholy size and power. It went on, and on, and on, an endless release of Alpha waste, of omnivirile presemen that Killer wasted away with contempt only to make room for more, for better, for more, for greater, for more. Killer snarled in pleasure and pain, fearlessly smashing his huge shaft through the machinery and disintegrating another couple of the vices. "Watch in awe, little bugs..." Killer taunted, as the endless blast of thick, heavy, potent essence continued to add new layers to the mess blanketing the wall, making seemingly the whole tower flex and shift and ripple as the corrupt masses of flesh, tentacles and tendrils began to grow uncontrollably as Killer's essence corrupted, created, warped. Killer growled in painful pleasure, continuing to thrust with increasing force as he felt his body thrumming with power and ecstasy, his mind burning with pleasure, pain and with the ongoing battle against Black, his muscles bulging and swelling so much that even his own impenetrable hide ripped, some blood leaking down his arms as his biceps grew even larger, great chords of muscle ripping through his armor-like skin with unfathomable power.

He felt a bit of a sting from it, but it was nothing compared to the torturous pain he had had to endure, and the rush of pleasure and the sheer thrill coming from his own power were worth that little sacrifice. He wished his hands were free to run down over his own body, over the glorious muscles bulging in full definition as veins like cords stood out across his form, godlike muscle swelling even larger and popping through more of his hide as drool fell from his jaws and he licked his muzzle with a hungry growl. "You'll never be like me, Thanathos... no matter what you try. You are only destroying yourself... and welcoming Darkness inside you. He will control you, Thanny... and he will destroy you when you are no longer useful."

Killer's eyes gleamed with energy and with a violent mix of feelings: rage, pleasure, pain all mixed together as he leaned back further, arching his back and slamming his hips forwards as he gave a strained, grit-teeth grin, trusting the calamitously massive tower of godcock up into the working machinery, demolishing it, shattering the great vices of dark metal as the godbeast of a cock flexed and hardened even further, the terrible barbs swelling larger and the great ridges becoming even more brutal. "Fill your eyes with this, bitch!" Killer growled, savoring the immense, raw, devastating power thrumming in his form as his body grew and his glorious musculature bulged, causing his very own hide to creak and rip, while the thickening, monstrous, impossible length of godcock standing out from his waist smashed through the machine and shredded the metal tube into pieces of worthless scrap, that battering ram of masculine power flexing and unleashing another hellish sea of omnivirile precum, almost solid with the absurd amount of giant sperms it contained, all those great, monstrous beasts tangled tightly together and dripping dense black essence. "This is what you crave, bitch, my cock. You are just as much of a slut as your wife. Want my seed? Come and get it. Drop to your fucking knees and get sucking. You know you want to!" Killer taunted, flaunting his awesome power in front of the god of death, who looked at one furious and awed, terrified and tempted, angry and scared.

Thanathos finally snorted contemptuously, or at least tried to, and made his way towards the demolished door to the tower, speaking to his thrall in a cold, murderous voice: "Do whatever it takes, but make him shut the hell up. Make him suffer."

The minotaur squealed happily at that, grinning sadistically and almost dancing all around Killer while activating all other probes and machines that had been worked into his body. The liger saw barrelfuls of his fluids being pumped out, including blood directly from his heart, and the agony spiked to new heights, coming from seemingly every part of his body at once.

His cock refused to go down, instead throbbing all the harder, and his body continued to grow and flex with phenomenal, terrifying power, but the agony caused his vision to turn dark and his ears to become deaf, full of nothing but a terrible whistle and the disorderly, desperate thrumming of his heart as it pumped an ever decreasing amount of blood while the liger's regeneration was put to the ultimate test.

Killer groaned in anguish and drifted in and out of his mind, sometimes losing consciousness altogether. The following hours, or days, he couldn't in any way tell, merged together in a confused, spinning maelstrom of images, fights, tortures and agonies. He found himself back in his memories, as a young child, experiencing again his grueling training in the arctic. The difference was that this time William wasn't just a tough, demanding mentor, but a murderous monster, corrupted by Darkness's energies and turned into a titan who loomed fearsomely over Killer.

The training that had seemed so terrible in his youth was nothing at all compared to the struggle to stay alive against the assaults of the murderous giant.

At times, the battle in his mind had a lull or, conversely, a moment of intense, terrible agony that made him fall back into the "real" world, where he witnessed the work of the minotaur, and his constant, sick grin of sadistic satisfaction. At one point, Thanathos had walked into the cell and the demon had surgically inserted enormous constructs of artificial DNA which attempted to reproduce Killer's own. The scientist was trying to limit almost to zero the direct re-use of Killer's own genetic material because this had a tendency to "fight" viciously back against Thanathos's body, refusing to be properly assimilated. Many things, however, could just not be possibly reproduced in any way.

The torments of mind and body mixed together. One moment it was the minotaur digging into his heart. The other, the corrupted William trying to crush him like a bug through the arctic ice. Flashes. Explosions of pain. Time ceased to be clearly defined or measurable: every single moment brought pain and misery and felt endless. The assault on his body, his mind and his senses was ceaseless and left him no time to regenerate, to catch his breath.

He survived the corrupted William only to be swarmed by the corrupted goddesses and sent crashing into another warped memory: suddenly he was back in the army and in Kesteven, marching in the snow to race ahead of Dark's armies and protect the towns of his homeland. Unlike in the real world, though, he was doomed to eternal failure: his army was made up of faceless creatures that were hostile and uncontrollable, more intent on tormenting him than fighting back the enemies, which were equally faceless but even more terrible. The balance of strength and size had been turned on its head by Darkness's corruptive power, and Killer was dwarfed by his enemies rather than towering above them. Dark's forces were not only more numerous, but made up of giants armed with titanic, cannon-like rifles and monstrous tanks as large as blocks of flats. Dark himself had grown into a mutant, eldritch monstrosity which effortlessly smashed down walls and fortresses and ripped into Killer's mutinous army with his bare hands, crushing soldiers into nothing but pulp. To make matters worse, his mutinous army of course included young Riaku as well as his mentor William, and they both were furious against him and eager to rip him apart. The William in that nightmare was even more monstrously mutated than the one he had just had to fight inside another memory, even more dangerous and almost invulnerable as every blow that Killer managed to land on him only resulted in new growths, new evolution, new disgusting and dangerous mutations.

Chasing Black through his memories became more and more dangerous and painful with every moment that passed. His mind was coming apart, turning into a deadly trap that was attempting to crush him out of existence, and all Killer could do was fight on and try to endure. He led his mutinous army through the mountains, fighting against his soldiers almost as savagely as he had to fight against the faceless, endless hordes of enemies. They followed him everywhere, listening to his orders but never obeying without challenging him, without forcing him to demonstrate his strength. In that they were somewhat similar to real tiger warriors: a Northlands warrior would never obey to a weaker fighter just because of "ranks". The Northlands's ranks were directly determined by physical strength, prowess in close and ranged combat and the right kind of tactical and strategic acumen. Generals had to fight to get their commands and had to fight even harder to retain their role against the ambitions of other warriors. Princes like Killer were challenged even more frequently: strength, not birthright, determined who could claim royal powers.

Killer had never had much trouble keeping the whole army obedient and loyal, however: his father and William had prepared him well, and his strength even as a kid had been so supernatural that the attempts to take the reins out of his hands had been very few, and all focused in the early years.

Now, however, in this alternate, toxic reality, the soldiers around him were taller, stronger, tougher, and every last faceless monster wanted to take his place. Killer savagely hit back against them, covered their bodies in deep, burning scars and kicked them forwards on the mountain trails, snarling orders, almost forced to shove the whole army forwards, man by man. His own body dripped blood from countless wounds and gashes, his muscles sore with the effort but bulging to such great, hulking size that they pushed out through his own hide in places, massive chords of solid power swelling larger with every flex as cord-like veins bulged visibly across his godlike form. Getting his army into battle was less than half the fight, as terrible a torture as it was, and whenever they came into contact with the superior forces of Dark, he had to rush across the battlefield to save his inferior forces from annihilation. He was front, back, centre and flanks of his troops, always charging in the thick of the action... and whenever they were forced to retreat, Riaku and William challenged him again and riled up the hate, the envy, the ambition and the ferocity in the other survivors, throwing them once more against their commander, who was, of course, responsible for their defeats.

It was a nightmare in so many ways. It was not just the physical agony, not just the gruesome fighting, not even just the fact that his son and his closest friend betrayed him and worked against him... it was the constant succession of failures, and the rapid shrinking of his army as each battle eroded the ranks. They were always late to the scene, and despite Killer's best efforts they only ever arrived in time to see the cities that they wanted to save burning and crumbling. Killer had always had a problem with failing, and with anything he perceived as humiliating, so being literally doomed to constantly missing his objectives was a tremendously effective form of torture... especially when it meant drowning him in the images, sounds and smells of towns in ruin, burned into ashes and littered with rotting corpses. Every horrible memory of those days of war was thrown against him, renewed and made worse in scale and intensity.

Whenever his consciousness drifted back towards his cell, Killer's eyes opened upon buzzing centrifuges and rumbling machinery that painfully drained him of blood, semen and other juices. The minotaur was always there, grinning insanely and mumbling to himself as he cheerfully ripped into Killer's form.

Some Reapers were always present in the room, and even though they kept themselves invisible, they made sure to let their malignant, oppressive energies radiate clearly across the room. It was like having their scythes literally pushing into his throat, ready to push into his flesh at an instant of notice... and whenever Killer attempted to struggle against his restraints they could slash their weapons into him and use their terrible hourglasses to freeze him in time, making it impossible to make any progress.

Several alien gods always stood guard in the room as well, looking nervous and on edge, painfully aware of the presence of the Reapers. For all Killer could remember of the various flashes he had had, their faces changed frequently and he was fairly sure that only a few faces had been in the room twice. Clearly, the gods took turns in surveying not the prisoner, but the scientist and his research, to make sure that Thanathos would not entirely screw them up. Everyone wanted his turn, since the various gods couldn't even trust each other and wanted to survey the scene with their own eyes, the only ones they could trust.

It was tormenting for Killer to see that: freedom was close, yet so far away. Sometimes he tried speaking to the gods standing around the edges of the cell, taunting, teasing, trying to put one against the other or at least gain the help of one of them... but the minotaur scientist had always rushed back to him to shut his mouth with new tortures, and none of the aliens had ever shown any meaningful reaction. Maybe they didn't understand his language. More likely, they didn't trust him, or didn't dare to do anything while the other gods and the Reapers watched and judged. It was a tense standoff, which forced every participant to follow the rules.

Even if on the verge of insanity, Thanathos was demonstrating once more than he wasn't stupid. He knew he couldn't secure actual loyalty from the other divinities, but he could exploit that balance of terror, which was arguably even more stable and reliable. So much so that the god of death had ordered all the surgery room equipment into the cell and whenever he had to receive a new batch of "Killer Juice" from the head scientist, he walked into the cell and laid down on the table, allowing his nervous allies to assist.

Killer had lost count of how many times Thanathos had walked in and had had genetic loads implanted into his body, but even in the haze of his torment he hadn't failed to notice the incredibly rapid and decisive progress. The decay and the growth of the hordes of parasites were first slowed down and then more or less stopped, while the evolution of the god's body and of his powers was dramatically speeded up. More limited upgrades were implanted into the other gods as well, as a payment for their service, and Killer was forced to see it happening literally in front of his eyes. Whenever he awakened from the ferocious wars fought inside his mind, he found Thanathos or some of the aliens laying down on the surgery table while the minotaur enhanced their bodies with genetic constructs produced with his energies, his fluids, his DNA and with literal pieces of his hulking body. How many times did it happen...? Over how long a time...? He didn't know. He could no longer tell.

Killer shuddered as he heard an explosion, followed by a violent, meaty crash. His body stirred and flexed, and the pain exploded into his nervous system and made him groan weakly, eyes shutting tightly as his skull pounded and threatened to split in half down the middle. For a moment he was lost, completely. He tried to understand whether he was still in his mind, or whether he was back in the cell. He felt like he still had snow piled up all the way up to his knees, and he could almost hear the growling and muttering and grumbling of angry, envious warriors all around him, but he had learned that he couldn't trust those perceptions whenever the darkness closed upon him and made him lose track of his position. His mind was so damaged and so overwhelmed by the ongoing war that even his sensed were unreliable, giving him a slow and inaccurate feedback. There was no real wetness around his legs, in fact... and, he realized after a moment, there weren't even any pants or boots. He no longer was making his way through fresh snow on the mountains of southern Kesteven, which meant, surely, that he was back in the other inferno...

He forced his eyes to open, and he blinked in surprise as he saw that the minotaur was not in the room. He had clearly left in a hurry, dragging away all his samples and the genetic compounds locked in the special containment cylinders. Everything that wasn't bolted to the floor seemed to have been carried away, and even some of the heavier, bulkier machinery had been hurriedly moved towards the door before being abandoned in place. There were a few gods in the room, but their attention this time was fully focused on the door and on the corridor beyond, from which came more sounds of fighting, and dying, and destruction. For a moment, Killer wondered what was going on. Why the minotaur was gone? That was highly unusual. He tried to focus on the energy signatures around him, even though his senses were degraded and disturbed by all sorts of interferences, both from inside him and from the battle raging nearby. His eyes opened in shock as he realized how few large energy signatures were left around him: a large number of the alien gods had either left or had been taken down in the fight, and more surprising still was the absence of Thanathos's own energy signature. Had the gods rebelled against him...? For sure he hadn't dumped them: had he felt ready for such a move, Killer would have been killed and his body disintegrated with great care to prevent his regeneration and resurrection.

"What is going on...?" He asked, half-hopeful and half-worried, rising his head and looking at the few gods guarding the door, which had been repaired and was now sealed shut. One of the aliens turned around briefly, looking blankly at him, but they only grumbled or let out sounds of what sounded almost like terror. There was one energy signature outside which was truly enormous, truly glorious, and it was steadily moving closer. Killer's heart started racing with hope, and despite his best efforts he could not restrain the excitement building up inside him as he heard a body being smashed against the wall outside, heard the shriek, then the sound of an heavy fist smashing once, twice, thrice into a skull that exploded in a wet, audible splatter... and another of the energy signatures around him died away like a candle.

As it draw nearer, the immense energy signature outside also became clearer, more defined and more familiar. Killer closed his eyes and focused on it, watching the battle with different eyes and clenching his fists, fidgety with hope, yanking violently against his restraints as he felt freedom drawing nearer. That immense energy signature was a shapeless, angry ocean of light in his mind, in his senses, but it was the color of it that filled him with hope and joy: sapphire. There was a heat to that energy that was delightfully familiar, and there was lust in it, an eagerness and hunger that he recognized and that he adored.

He couldn't quite tell whether it was greater or smaller than the energy signature he used to know so well, but its incredible intensity, its ferocity, its heat were formidable and recognizable, and he could feel her energy already rippling through the tower, making it vibrate, causing the tentacles and tendrils and growths on the walls to writhe and flex, slashing nervously at the air as they bent away from the incoming goddess, as if afraid to be incinerated by her mere presence.

"Alexis..." Killer whispered, and warm tears of love and relief rolled down his cheeks as he dropped his head forwards for a moment, taking in a deep breath and then grinning widely, gritting his teeth together as he snarled: "Alexis!" He looked up at the terrified gods huddled together behind the door to the cell, and he snorted steam from his nostrils, finding new strength in his body to yank at the restraints, cracking the heavy cross of crystal and causing the millions of chains behind him to tense up, struggling to keep him in place. Requiem glowed with furious energy and tormented him with a devastating release of malignant force, smashing him back into the cross as his whole form smoldered and trembled uncontrollably, but he only grinned wider, growling through gritted fangs as he pushed even harder against his restraints, his enormous muscles bulging explosively and crackling with energy and vigor, his monstrous black cock flexing and jumping up a bit, majestically hefting its own calamitous weight in the air as it bulged with huge, mighty veins and the heavy, fat head swelled even larger, his barbed flare growing and his cockmaw squeezing shut with such force that the metallic probe buried down the hole was loudly crunched into scrap. "Run away, vermin! Alexis is here!" Killer roared, grinning widely even as one of the trembling gods turned around, holding up a heavy spear with a long, sword-like blade seemingly made of solid, sharp winds. The alien divinity shouted something, an order, maybe a threat, but Killer could see him shivering and he only flexed his broad, massive chest and yanked his arms forwards again, causing the cross to creak audibly and almost slid forwards through the floor.

The alien tremblingly retreated one step while at the same time stabbing his weapon forwards with all his force, smashing it into Killer's chest... but the enormous male only snarled-laughed as the tip did little more than poke him, failing to tear more than a few inches into the massive, chorded muscle. The huge male's eyes flashed with new and terrible force as he felt freedom so close, and the god retreated further, whimpering pathetically even as his spear shuddered and then unleashed a twisting hurricane of blade-like winds straight into the middle of Killer's chest. Pinning him back against the cross and ripping into his hide... but failing to penetrate any deeper as the ligers' towering frame thrummed with terrible power and flexed with fearsome physical might. The other gods in the room turned around to face him, and the liger saw the terror in their eyes, especially as ripples of terrible psychic power penetrated into the tower and they heard the shrieks of two or three alien divinities vainly struggling against the goddess's power until their bodies simply collapsed with an audible, sinister squishing sound.

The gods in front of Killer looked at him with a mix of fear and hate, and another spear stabbed into his hip, while one of them rushed forwards with a yell, slashing his word into the large wound in the liger's abs, which was kept open by a series of mechanical arms and vices and by a multitude of tubes feeding Unworld residue into his muscles to prevent their regeneration. Killer hissed in pain as the blade tore unopposed into his guts, but then he flexed and his features twisted in a trembling grin as the ropes of his intestine became massive, powerful tentacles that wrapped around the blade and forced it back out and upwards, hefting the terrified alien off the ground. Killer laughed as he twisted his hips to the side with all the strength he could muster while being so tightly shackled, and his monstrous black shaft swung ponderously sideways and smashed into the god's side, sending him crashing sideways with a grunt of pain and the sound of breaking bones. The gut-tentacles snapped the sword out of his grip and then arched out of Killer's abdomen to stab the weapon through his chest, nailing, while other long tendrils coiled around his form and yanked him back towards Killer's gigantic cock just so the dark god could smack his titanic tower of hypervirility into his face, crunching his muzzle with a sick crack of bones and a splatter of blood. "This is all you are good for, you little bugs!" Killer snarled, grinning viciously as he used his tentacles to hold the terrified alien god in easy reach of his leviathan cock, laughing as he gyrated his hips to smash his calamitous pillar of dark meat down on the far smaller male, shattering his limbs like twigs, then hitting him squarely in the chest, shattering his ribs and caving his body inwards with an explosion of blood, crumbling him like a cheap toy, before the tentacles arched directly in front of Killer and he rammed forwards his titanic member, straight against the bloodied, bruised face, smashing the god's skull into nothing but broken pieces of bone and pulped gore. The other gods stared in anguish and horror as the remains of their comrade were pushed up against the tremendous leviathan of a cock just as Killer's member flexed with astounding power, stiffening and growing even further. Killer threw his head back with a snarl of cruel delight as his still not-even-hard-yet cock swung ponderously with the movement of his hips and finally smashed down on top of the corpse, crushing it into a wet, sick pulp which squelched audibly as the tentacles eagerly coiled around the immense shaft and stroked rapidly up and down its terrifying length. Killer laughed darkly as he lazily thrust his immense cock into that fleshy embrace, grinning as the god's remains were turned into nothing but mush and smeared down his glorious shaft, bubbling and boiling and rapidly dissolving as all residual energies were absorbed into Killer's enormous member.

"I needed a little snack..." Killer coldly said, grinning as his tentacles finally let go of his mammoth member, leaving it streaked with blood but, more importantly, slimy and slick with a thick, potent black sludge of sweat, precum, excess sperms and corruption. The enormous member oozed that powerful mixture in obscene amounts, causing large, heavy ropes to slowly stretch from the underside of the colossal shaft as it thrummed with power and hardened up rapidly, growing larger and larger, bent ponderously forwards due to its own apocalyptic weight.

Killer growled, licking his lips as another of the gods in the room stared at his gigantic cock, shocked and mouthing silent words while the almighty shaft grew even greater, spilling forth a great deluge of hypervirile meat that thrummed with power and stiffened with brutal force, the vast cockmaw flexing before his immense shaft jumped up and a hot, sticky, heavy mass erupted from the fat, massive cockhead. Gallons upon gallons, no, barrels upon barrels of hypervirile dark precum, thicker and heavier and so much more powerful than the semen of mere gods, fired out in majestic volleys that smashed into the wall far across the room and splattered heavily against it in a vast line that went up and up and up, aiming for the ceiling as Killer growled in delight, realizing how much stronger he had grown, even while he had suffered and struggled to save his mind. Killer hissed in a mix of pain and delight as the enormous blast of precum carried on and on and on, an endless deluge of masculinity which he aimed against the terrified gods standing before him, thrusting his hips in the air with ferocious hunger, savoring his own prodigious, excessive power as his pre came out almost solid, almost entirely made up of colossal, monstrous sperms of truly astounding proportions, their long, endless bodies tangled messily together. And that was just his pre, just the sub-standard runts his body dumped to make room for more, for bigger, for better... and yet the very last of those runts was a god in its own right, an unrivalled beast. And Killer laughed as he unleashed endless torrents of the omnipotent stuff: he could flood worlds with his hypervirile castoff, with alpha waste that put the other gods to utter shame.

He loosely aimed his immense tower of godcock at the gods before him and hosed them down in thick, black, omnipotent precum, laughing as they were slammed backwards like the toys they were, crushed against the floor and walls and buried under thick layers of that potent mess. They shrieked in agony as the intense, ferocious heat of the hypervirile batter burned their flesh off their bones, and they cried desperately as the immense sperms coiled around their frail bodies and crushed their bones into crumbles, breaking their backs and leaving them shuddering uncontrollably while drowning in the hypervirile castoff, while reeling under the assault of the terrifying sperms as they rammed into mouths, assess, even ears, bulldozing their way through with merciless force. They didn't last thirty seconds: Killer's gigantic sperms ripped their bodies apart and turned them into shreds of gore which were burned out of existence in a brief moment, leaving behind not even a hint of them ever having lived. And still Killer wasn't done, his fangs gritted in a snarling grin as his cock bulged and throbbed with power, the fat, monstrous head swelling to full glory and audibly pushing out of the thick blanket of foreskin, the great, cruel barbs swelling to enormous, cruel sizes and to such adamantine hardness to put Godblood to shame.

Killer did his best to spread his muscular legs as his massive testicles thrummed with power and grew even further, hanging majestically and bulging with large veins as they swelled and churned audibly with their rapid, endless, constant production of hypervirile essence, pulsing with absolute male power.

Killer growled in pleasure and hunger, flexing his supreme muscles and giving a grit-teeth grin as his chiseled abs bulged explosively and pushed with such force that some of the mechanical arms gripping the edges of the huge wound in his abdomen sizzled and creaked, the hydraulics failing and the actuators crackling with electricity as they burned out as his regeneration speeded up and new chords of omnipotent muscle began to forcibly close the gap, stretching across the chasm as he arched his back with a growl. There were a couple of other gods in the room, flattened against the walls, as far away from him as they could stay, staring with horror at the thick ropes of hypervirile gunk leaking from the tremendous cock and shrinking away from the immense blasts of omnipotent precum smacking into the walls like cannonfire, their eyes bulging as they stared at the growing ocean of masculinity flooding the room and becoming deeper and deeper with every blast. The pumps ran at full strength, struggling audibly but the maze of vast tubes was already hopelessly clogged by the concrete thick precum, and the sperms that kept plunging heavily into that corruptive dark sea were so huge that they could never fit down through the grid that made up the floor. Killer smirked darkly as he looked at his own incredible monstrosity of a cock, feeling the power thrumming inside it as he tried to gauge how much larger it had grown, wondering over the devastating length looming in front of him, which made the two gods cowering in his shadow look absolutely puny. His length had grown monstrously, but his destructive girth had expanded even more in proportion, and the heat radiating from the immense black shaft was so tremendous that it was heating up the whole tower, while metal rapidly rusted away and the two aliens whimpered in terror, feeling like they were about to be cooked alive. They trembled, fighting back as best they could against the titanic sperms literally biting into their legs, and they bumped their backs against the wall, moving towards the only door leading out but failing to find enough courage to bolt towards it because Alexis was outside, tearing the other warriors apart and drawing nearer.

Killer rumbled, grinning as he looked down at those tiny candles of energy at his feet, realizing just how insulting it was to be described as a God. Such a paltry word to describe him at that point... it wasn't even adequate to describe the smallest of his runt sperms, and certainly it fell well short of the terrifying glory of his tower of almighty cockflesh, his beastly godsplitter, a goliath mastodon in its own right. He growled hungrily, craving the well known feeling of loving hands, mouths, tongues, soaked vaginas and whole bodies grinding into his black shaft, his hunger growing unbearable as he licked his own drooling maw and felt his heavy blanket of foreskin slurping loudly back from the massive, bulbous head of his cock, his arms yanking against Seals and restraints and the energy-absorbing cross, rattling them all and snapping several of the heavy chains like they were nothing but cobweb wires, causing the last two gods in the room to squeak in terror and almost jump up the wall. Killer growled, wanting to just grab his omnipotent cock and feel all that girth for himself, pumping out that ocean of virility that annihilated and ridiculed all the beasts that in the past had claimed to be embodiments of fertility. They were all insignificant, ridiculous pipsqueaks compared to his power and monstrous sizes, and Killer knew, he had seen, how much greater he truly was. How much power lurked inside him. This? This wasn't even a hint. Glorious as it was, even as he felt how hard his cock throbbed with need, with power; even as he felt his growing ecstasy burning in violent waves through his towering form, he knew this was still nothing.

"You are less than bugs." Killer stated, looking down at the terrified aliens and flexing his enormous muscles. The two insects howled in agony as their bodies were visibly crushed, deformed as if they were caught between his indomitable muscles, and blood burst out of their ears and nostrils and mouths. Solid, unfathomable energy squeezed down on them with terrible force and hefting both of them high up into the air... and gods, they were so frail and minuscule! They were nothing but fucktoys, all of them. Insignificant and worthless beneath him, they existed only for his amusement. They claimed to be strong, and civilized, and advanced, and they claimed to govern entire worlds, but they were just petulant microbes that Killer hadn't yet bothered toying with. In truth they owned nothing, not even their lives. "You are just dust under my toes... slaves eager to kiss the dirt I walk upon..." Killer rumbled, licking his lips slowly as the two gods floating helplessly before him drooled like animals, eyes open wide and tears of awe and envy rolling down their cheeks as they regressed into the primal, lowly animals they were, whimpering and crying, begging to be allowed to worship him, to taste his sweat, to kiss his toes, to lay before him like a carpet, to experience in some way, albeit brief, the power of a true God, the hypervirile might of the true Alpha.

Their brain shattered under the assault of his thick, rich, powerful Alpha musk, and they drooled helplessly, begging to be used, to be allowed to lick even his ass... but Killer had more compelling desires, and his tentacles shot at them and coiled around their bodies with vicious strength, yanking them towards his immense black shaft and grinding them viciously down the sides of the titanic member, flexing and twisting, breaking bones in a succession of sick crunches and wetter, more terrible sounds as both gods were crushed, squished, crunched. Bones turned into dust and flesh shredded wetly apart, blood spurting out from every wound and orifice it could find, turning in a messy shower of crimson down the flanks of the colossal member... and Killer grinned, drinking hungrily of their last shrieks and flexing slowly as his great body devoured their energies, consumed them and used them to aid his regeneration and, more than even that, his continuous growth and evolution.

He looked straight ahead of himself, staring at the fleshy door as he felt Alexis's energies burning with ferocious intensity just outside, and he swallowed thickly, almost trembling in anticipation as he head her smacking a whimpering god hard into the fleshy "labia" covering the access. The unfortunate alien was rapidly torn apart by the jaws-like opening, and Alexis unceremoniously shot a large sphere of focused energy into the growling, chewing, moving maws. The explosion that followed rattled the entire tower and tossed chunks of rotten, stinky meat in every direction, revealing the special, mammoth security shutter behind... and Killer grinned in entertainment as the goddess's fist smashed right through it like it was nothing but a sheet of wet tissue paper. He looked at her fingers, covered in blood that wasn't hers, her fist as always partially covered by her fingerless gloves, and that brief vision of that tiny part of her was enough to make him close his eyes with a shudder of pure joy. And she easily punched another hole in the shutter, before grabbing the edges of each breach and effortlessly ripping the enormous wall of dark metal apart, bending the broken halves like they were made of tin.

She was beautiful, and glorious, towering over the shattered remains of the warrior gods who had tried to stop her. Crimson splatters painted her prodigious musculature and added even more definition to her quads, her abs, and her powerful build. He looked over her with veneration and awe, his eyes traveling over her beautiful body from toes to the tip of her golden Mohawk of rebellious hair. Her boots, with the captive planets orbiting slowly around her high heels. Her long, enchanting, powerful legs. Her seductive hips. Her wonderful chest, with her firm, huge breasts straining her top. And then her confident grin, and those enchanting sapphire eyes he always got lost into.

She looked down for a brief moment as a literal sea of black precum gushed out through the destroyed door and noisily flooded the corridor, washing away gore and corpses, and her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the immense sperms cramming the whole essence thick with their tangled, powerful bodies and tails. Her expression of surprise quickly mutated into a smirk of delight, and she looked up with a long, slow lick of her muzzle, winking at him and watching as his tentacles squeezed the two broken gods against his monstrous tower of godflesh, moving with even greater force and eagerness now that she was looking, and rapidly turning both aliens into nothing more than chunky blood-oil smeared along the mammoth cock, dripping and leaking in dense ropes from his colossal girth. Killer rumbled hungrily as he idly thrust the gargantuan tower of destruction into the ruthless grip provided by his powerful tentacles, and he gyrated his hips to grind his hard flesh into the warm pulp.

"Looks like you dealt with the last ones all too efficiently." Alexis playfully commented, looking up at him with adoration. She was immense, judging by how she towered over the alien gods and how she loomed over the abandoned machinery and pieces of the minotaur's laboratory, but she still seemed small in comparison to him. She had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes, and that made him rumble lowly in his throat as he realized how much more he had grown with the excitement and relief of the moment; with the rampant, unstoppable evolution at work within him; with his rage and bloodthirst. Hell, even the fight against Black in his mind had probably spurred his growth and fueled it as he desperately sought to overcome his limits... and he briefly gazed upwards to see a huge number of chains and seals dangling uselessly from the ceiling, snapped by his angry struggling. The cross of yellow crystal and even Requiem itself pulsed quietly, as if painting for the effort of restraining and draining his power away... and that gave him hope and renewed confidence. Black was corrupting his mind, memory by memory... but much as he had felt broken and hopeless, he was anything but. His body was still growing in size and strength, and he had to fortify his mind as well. He could, he was sure of it. Or at least he tried to convince himself of that.

"Alexis... you came...It is so... so great to see you, my love!" Killer said, smiling lovingly down at her, and the goddess smirked in her customary, teasing way, tilting her head sideways a little and asking: "You doubted of it, lover...?" She gazed up at him with adoration, and her expression softened as she gently whispered: "I missed you, Lion. I've dreamt of this moment."

"I was sure I could count on your help... but I'll admit, I was very worried." Killer sincerely replied, smiling warmly and feeling overjoyed at the sight of her, at the thought of being together again, and soon free. The relief was so intense that it was almost painful, his chest expanding as he breathed again after seemingly staying in an apnea for so long, his eyes closing for a moment as he relived all the pain and fear and torment he had endured. He felt like... like blurting out everything that had happened, as it felt like that would make him feel better. And there were so many things he craved to know, too. "Not being able to hear your thoughts was... terrifying. How did you find me? Where are we?"

"We are on a shitty little hellhole of a planet that Thanathos has turned into a cesspit but which is now thankfully smelling very much of you and your awesome power." Alexis easily replied, smirking and shrugging a bit as she added: "Far, far away from home. A different galaxy altogether, in fact. But I managed to pick up your great energy signature... and literally smell your virility through space. The whole planet is mutating rapidly, lover... it seems that dumping your excess... production... into the ground was not such a good idea, after all. They certainly underestimated how much you pump out... and how persistent your alpha waste is..."

Killer couldn't help but smirk a little at that, but there were urgent questions crowding his pained, pulsing head and he immediately voiced the most pressing: "Are the others okay? Where are they? Why are you here alone?"

"They are clearing up what's left of the Swarm. They tried to stop us from coming here... but they all made it." Alexis easily replied, smiling and waving a hand dismissively. "Relax, Lion... it's over now. We won. They can easily herd up the last few bastards and crush them into mush, even without us."

"And Thanathos?" Killer asked, shifting a bit on the spot and amazed to hear that the war was over and feeling like crap for missing the last great clash, for leaving his girls alone at the topical moment. "And Cerberus?"

"I took them down. Ripped them apart for good." Alexis replied, grinning. Her perfect white fangs seemed to glow in the darkness of the tower, and her eyes were two wonderful stars of sapphire fire. "We don't have to worry about them anymore."

"How is my father...?" Killer quietly asked, fearing the worst, and Alexis hesitated visibly, looking down for a moment and then quietly admitting: "He... he died. Sikanjal killed him at the Ice Eden." Killer recoiled as if struck by an almighty lightning bolt straight in the chest, his lungs suddenly empty, his chest filled with a terrible shiver of cold and emptiness. Alexis noticed it, and seemed... surprised? Impressed? Killer wasn't sure, but there was something strange in her expression, as if she couldn't understand why he'd be that concerned about his father... or... or something else. But she stepped forwards and raised her hands, smiling reassuringly as she hurriedly added: "But he is not gone, Lover! Your sister protected his soul from the Reapers, and we've given him a new body. He is... really, more alive, younger and stronger than before."

"That is fantastic to hear." Killer sighed, closing his eyes in relief and dropping his head forwards for a moment. "Kaya did... did wonderfully. If she stood up to Sikanjal and to the Reapers it means she's turning into one hell of a warrior. I can't wait for the chance to say it to her..."

"But we can have some time for ourselves first, lover..." Alexis teasingly said, strolling forwards, slowly and majestically, her hips dancing seductively and her muscles flexing and bulging with power and a murr of delight coming from her throat as the enormous sperms around her began to crawl over her feet and coiled around her mighty legs, climbing them like serpents. She welcomed them, grinning widely and looking down at the huge beasts with a form of awed affection, looking as several of the colossal beasts nudged against her sex, their cruel spikes ripping gashes in her leather pants and the almighty seminal fluid covering them burning the fabric away to reveal her soaked, dripping black labia. She let them sniff at her sex, nudge into it, and she let out a little sigh of pleasure as one of the largest ground up between her legs, arching his back right against her lips, forcing them apart with a wet, welcoming slurp. "Behave, boys..." The goddess softly said, and the gigantic sperms very evidently heeded her order as she added: "I want the real big ones..."

The great sperms ground into her, nudged, almost kissed her sex, squeezing their powerful tails around her thighs, massaging her powerful legs, but they carefully avoided invading her, only just pushing their thick heads inside to grind into her labia and gently open her up. They understood that they were runts and that far bigger beasts would follow to fill her up. That was not a privilege they could claim, but something reserved for greater champions.

She spread her mighty arms with a smile, and allowed other great sperms to climb up along her body, pushing up between her prodigious breasts and then coiling all around her arms, several of them pushing their fat, massive heads all the way up to her hands, and she gently petted them with her fingers while coming up in front of Killer, leaning forwards to passionately kiss his colossal black shaft. Killer growled in awe and shivered as her eyes blazed with lust and need and delight as she slowly dragged her tongue through thick, glorious black gunk of sweat, precum, hypervirile essence and gore and death and ruin. She savored the thick stuff in her mouth, rolling her tongue across the enormous cockhead and then leaning forwards with a hungry growl as she mouthed the vast cockmaw, pushing her large, dexterous tongue inside the great abyss and hungrily licking at his inner walls, making him grunt with barely restrained delight. She slurped and gargled obscenely, greedily drinking of that thick, dark essence and gulping it thickly and audibly down, her throat bulging visibly with each big mouthful, and ropes of drool soon leaked from the corners of her mouth and dangled from her chin as she made out with his cock, greedily grabbing its vast flanks in her hands and stroking roughly, almost violently down the endless length, crying out in bliss and awe as her hips bucked with urgent, eager need, her black lips dripping juices. She pulled back for a moment, grinning widely and then opening her jaws wide to show the thick mouthful of dense dark sludge, rolling it on her tongue and literally chewing that hypervirile gunk, letting it mix with her drool as she threw her head back with a growl of delight, gulping the thick essence down and licking her muzzle before laughing darkly as she said: "I just saw two gods die, and saw you crush them into lube on this magnificent monster... and yet I can't even taste them!" She cackled, stroking the immense member with rough force, her huge bicep bulging and flexing as she yanked on his colossal cock with enough strength to break a lesser god in half, to rip his dick off and yank his pelvis out of position, but the huge dark god only grunted in pleasure, thrusting idly into her hands. "I can't even taste their blood; or their gore, or their piss, as I'm sure they pissed themselves in fear... no, there's not even a fucking hint of them ever having existed in the first place..." The goddess grinned cruelly and kissed the fat, monstrous head of his cock, licking and kissing her way down one side of it and moving her hands slowly up the shaft until she could cup that bulbous and, at the same time, flared monstrosity as best she could, before she smirked up at him and began to stroke hard and fast, just along the head, with almost vicious speed and force, closing her eyes as she listened to the thunderous slurping and slapping of thick, heavy foreskin, while arching her back and pushing out her chest to bathe in the hailstorm of massive drops and splatters of thick, dark, omnivirile gunk and smegma, doing her best to catch the largest chunks directly into her mouth. She growled in amazement and delight as she hissed: "Only you. Only you, with your hypervirile god-stench, amazing and invincible. I can only taste you, and nothing at all of them!"

"And there were more than two of them..." Killer easily teased, smirking down at her as she pushed her tongue between the terrible barbs around the edge of his monstrous flare, pulling his foreskin back as far as it could go and revealing the accumulated smegma made up of sheer hypervirility, of thick alpha waste mixed with gore and blood and ruin and death and juices, and she slurped it all up with a growl of delight, chewing on the thick stuff and grinning as she whispered: "Not even here... an even stronger, darker, crueler taste... but none at all of it has to do with them. Fuck, lover... what are we all to you...?"

"Toys and prey. Mine, for my use alone... nothing but meat." Killer replied, and the goddess visibly shivered in bliss as she ran her tongue in slow, worshipful curves and turns around the bases of the thick barbs.

"You are... even bigger!" Alexis breathlessly commented, before grinning in lustful delight as she straightened and walked closer to him, delicately sliding one hand down the terrifying length of his cock until she was able to lean into his massive form, her head level with his massive, masculine chest. "All of their torture, all of their weapons, all of their attempts... and all they achieved is making you even stronger." The goddess wonderingly said, smiling as she pushed her hands against his mighty, chiseled abs, squeezing those great mountains of hard muscle and running her fingers down the deep canyons of strength between them, smirking as he flexed eagerly under her touch and her digits were literally squeezed, hard, between those bulging hills. Alexis's eyes burned sapphire as she looked up at him with that awe that he loved so much, that meant so damn much when coming from her...! She was perfect, beautiful, omnipotent and queen, no, empress of the universes, invincible mistress to all gods, able to wipe them out of existence with a lazy thought alone... and yet there she was, somehow still dwarfed by his own strength, enamored of him and thrilled by his limitless power, her eyes burning with adoration, with lust, with all those things he enjoyed seeing, and she shuddered in hunger and need as she murmured: "I know it's bad, I know it's cruel, I know it's unfair... but I want to see the real you, the primal you who doesn't care for the petulant minnows around him. I want to see what it is like when you don't pull back your punches."

"You will, my love... You won't have to wait for too long. I'm only going to get bigger from here on out. All of me... this is just the start." Killer easily replied, grinning despite himself, despite the pain still throbbing across his form and especially violent in his head, knowing that the war wasn't over yet... but also knowing that now he was truly growing. Snapping the Seals had been just the beginning... all that power had merely set things into motion. Now the avalanche was rushing forwards and swelling more and more with every moment that passed. He had seen what the "real" him was like. And much as it scared him to think about, he also felt eager. He craved that omnipotence and had no intention of denying it to himself. It was impossible to imagine, to describe and dream about. Every breath a succession of Big Bangs, able to destroy and create countless universes without the need for a single conscious thought... how could such a power ever be put into words? Killer still struggled to accept that he could now destroy gods with the same ease with which he could crush a mosquito under his thumb; and the excitement of knowing that all of that was still nothing, nothing at all, was incredible.

"It is indeed..." Alexis hoarsely purred, eyes blazing with lust as she slid her hands upwards, leaning into him, grinding her own abs and her glorious breasts into his form as she seized into one of the remaining mechanical claws forcing his chest wide open, and she gritted her fangs with a little growl as she crushed the massive structure in her grip, bending the dark, adamantine metal into nothing but scrap and yanking it off him.

Killer grunted in a mix of relief and pain, his back arching and his teeth gritting in a grin as she slowly got rid of all of the great mechanical claws and leaned forwards to kiss his mighty muscles, tracing her tongue around the terrible wound and slowly, adoringly cleaning it, soothingly licking over even the rotting meat, the toxic poison still leaking out of his tormented flesh. One by one she yanked the probes out, and the syringes that pumped poisons and Unworld residue into him to prevent his regeneration, and she murred in awe and admiration as his body immediately reacted, rebuilding bone, muscle and armory-like hide before her eyes. It took mere instants for the large gap in his fully-enclosed ribcage to vanish, replaced by thick, impenetrable bone-metal, and the huge male grunted and arched his back, flexing as new and almighty chords of muscle rapidly covered it.

"Nothing at all can hope to truly damage you at this point, huh...?" Alexis whispered, looking up at him with affection and awe, arching herself into him with a soft sigh and sliding her hands up over newly reformed muscle, greedily gripping into the omnipotent slabs of masculinity of his broad, vast chest, clawing lightly into him, sliding her fingers across his form and leaning up to kiss his powerful pectorals, up, then down, nuzzling their thick, protruding glory and finally licking a large black nipple, biting teasingly into it. He leaned down into her as best he could, and she responded, their bodies grinding, their powerful forms flexing, her hands clutching into his thick, looming body as she tilted herself backwards to look up at him, growling: "I need you. I crave you. And I like so damn much what I'm seeing...!"

Killer growled teasingly back, feeling the exact same need and admiring her spectacular body and the strength in her arms, amazed by how powerful and how beautiful she was, and even more amazed by how she still somehow looked vulnerable, her great muscles dwarfed by his massive strength, her godlike frame made to look like a doll next to the godbeast that he had become.

She had just crushed an army of gods out of existence, but what was a god next to him now...? His precum and his still mostly flaccid tower of hypervirile godcock had annihilated several so-called divinities. They were nothing compared to her... and compared to him, ah! They were pathetic beyond belief.

How much had he grown while chained up in that tower...? He couldn't even tell, but a lot. A hell of a lot. His testosterone and hormones had surged, his body reacting to the tortures with literal avalanches of power... and it all amounted to a hint, at best, of what he was truly capable of.

The beautiful goddess reached up and gripped into his massive shoulders, easily hefting herself up and pulling up one glorious leg, smirking and winking at him as she flexed it, showing off her bulging quads for him before she gracefully straddled his monstrous godcock, slowly sitting down on the immense shaft and gripping into its base with both hands as she slowly, oh so slowly slid her hips forwards, grinding her incandescent, soaked labia down the veiny, gigantic cock.

He grunted at the beautiful, incredible sensation it gave him, and he smiled lovingly down at her before their lips met in a hungry, ferocious kill, their tongues invading each other's mouths and wrestling for supremacy in a drooling tangle. He gently bit into her smaller muzzle, almost engulfing her mouth in his own, but she put up a fierce fight before finally allowing his big, thick tongue to push into her mouth, probing her throat, pinning her own down. They breathed brokenly, roughly, snorting hot steam on each other's features as they hungrily slurped, kissed, bit, and when he finally pulled back a little and pushed forehead to forehead with her, he whispered a quiet request: "Sing for me, my love... sing my mind to peace, because the war in there is not won yet."

Alexis shushed him, and locked their mouths in another kiss, wrapping her strong arms around his thick neck and wrapping her legs around his monstrous black cock, grinding herself down into it. He allowed her to take the lead, closing his eyes and savoring the delightful contact, the heat, the waves of lust raging through his form and making his shaft throb with power and need... but had he been more lucid, less tormented and sore and needy and almost blinded by need, he would have put greater attention on the fact that she had not granted his wish. Alexis had a simply wonderful voice, and she could sing almost anything, with unmatched grace and power. For whatever reason, probably because it wasn't "badass enough", singing was the one thing she was embarrassed about. The one thing she pretty much never did in public. He had found out just how beautifully gifted she was only when Anubis and Mriya were cubs and she was happy to sing lullabies for them. Since then, she had accepted to sing for him as well, and there times in which they would just lie quietly together, huddled under a blanket, and he would experience a slice of Heaven by closing his eyes and listening to her. But now that he needed that relief the most, she had greedily ignored his prayer.

Their eyes blazed with the same intense need, however, and he just ground his head against hers, then rolled it down the side so he could kiss her neck, and then one great, formidable breast. He tasted battle sweat and strength, her delicious femininity and the blood of her destroyed enemies, and he greedily bit into her top and ripped it apart, unveiling her prodigious chest and burying his face between her boobs, like he had dreamed to do so many times since they had been separated.

Her body burned with need and excitement and arousal and awe. He even felt a slight tremble going through her as her hands ran all over his chest, explored his massive, hulking frame and pushed into his formidable muscles, measuring, testing his increased strength, his astounding hypervirility, clawing and gripping into those invulnerable muscles as she gaped slightly and breathed heavily, her chest heaving visibly and her legs, apocalyptically powerful as they were, shuddering as hot juice ran down them.

Killer grinned at that, and closed his eyes with a smirk, softly ordering: "Come for me. Beg for me."

"Fuck yeah, Lion... oh, master... Daddy... I need you..." Alexis breathed, and her whole body tensed, muscles flexing almost violently as her breath caught in her throat and her hips bucked hard, out of control, her whole body burning with ecstasy as her swollen labia blossomed visibly as she flushed and moaned, eyes opening wide as she clawed into him and hissed in bliss, her incandescent nectar erupting out of her in rich, plentiful squirts, flowing down her thighs, soaking what remained of her clothes. She let out a growl of delight and awe, and pushed her burning loins against his massive shaft, letting him feel the powerful suction, the rhythmical clenching of her sex as it kissed his gigantic member and vainly tried to suck it in as her passage clenched like a vise, demonstrating the power of every last muscle in her godlike form.

She gasped and leaned forwards all the harder, grinding into his muscular body and rocking her hips as she looked up at him with drool already falling from her lips. Her eyes burned with ecstasy, adoration, shock, awe... need. "Fuck..." She breathed, grinning in delight. "That was intense..." She commented, looking down at her spasming legs as her hot nectar still dripped out of her black-fleshed sex. "You can... just... order me to come, just like that...?" Alexis groaned, closing one eye and looking at him with the other as he grinned widely and opened his mouth to speak. Immediately, she reached up and pinched his mouth shut with her fingers, smirking and shaking her head slowly as she softly said: "Oh, no, you don't! I have other plans for you today, big boy..."

He laughed a bit at that, and she slipped one finger inside his mouth, pinning down his tongue for a moment even as he playfully suckled on it.

He wanted to grab her, squeeze her, feel her, hook his fingers into the golden ring piercings hanging from her hard black nipples, feel the amazing strength and mass of her quads, worship her muscular thighs like they deserved... and he closed his eyes as he nuzzled her and felt her heat, her eagerness, her arousal, smelling it and feeling it in how her heart thrummed, how close she was to another glorious release. He pulled slowly back from her finger and glared down at the scythe buried in the middle of his chest, which continued to crackle angrily and tormented him by sapping away tremendous amounts of his energy, and he urged: "Yank that thing out. Be careful, it's Requiem, Thana... no, actually, Azura's weapon. Death itself is contained in that blade. It'll hurt like hell."

"That is not a problem in the slightest." Alexis assured, reaching up and running a finger down the back of the blade, her expression hardening as she hissed coldly at the discharges of malignant energy that immediately exploded back into her and caused her muscles to flex and bulge in full, glorious definition. She leaned forwards, and kissed his chest teasingly, tracing a sort of circle around the great, angry weapon, and finally looked teasingly up into his eyes and whispered: "But I think it would be... dangerous to pull it out right now. I'm afraid that you'd be a bit too much for even me, if I got you out of your restraints."

Killer frowned a bit at that, surprised and confused by her refusal, but in his arrogance he failed to ask himself the very serious questions that should have come natural. Instead, he grinned gamely and teased: "I thought the mighty Alexis lived for the thrill of handling me... and in the hope that I would always prove too much to handle."

The goddess smirked amusedly at that, and she pulled herself forwards a bit further, sliding down the length of his enormous shaft and making him grunt and hiss in delight as he felt just how wet she was, how eager and excited as her long, strong legs tried to wrap around his thick girth, moving lazily back and forth and massaging him with strong, bulging quads and glorious, almighty calves. "Oh, but I do..." Alexis purred, looking into his eyes with a gaze that seemed to light a literal fire inside him as she slowly licked down the slab of one almighty pectoral, teasing one large nipple before she leaned sideways to nuzzle under his arm, kissing into the thick hair there, sniffing his sweaty, hypervirile musk before she added: "But look at you now, Lion... You are already overwhelming on a normal day. Now you are blue balled like never before. Loaded... crammed full... supercharged..." The goddess teased, pushing her legs forwards until her feet pushed into his colossal testicles, massaging lightly down the flanks of those massive, low-handing boulders of masculine omnipotence. "This time around you might truly be too much to handle, even for me." She shifted, almost standing up with her feet resting on his immense balls, her thighs squeezing as best they could into his terrifying girth as she seized his shoulders and squeezed, pulling herself up until she was looking down into his eyes, her voice suddenly imperious, commanding, taunting and dominant as she asked: "Surely you are not afraid of what I could do to you while your arms are bound, are you, stud...?" She grinned predatorily and caught his muzzle in one hand, pushing nose to nose with him as her eyes burned sapphire and she added: "It is way too tempting to have you here, bound and ready for me, to not take advantage. I'm leading this round, big boy, and you'll better make it good for your mistress."

"Feeling fiery...?" Killer amusedly asked, licking her cheek, before the goddess flexed and clawed into his shoulders, smashing him back against the cross and grinning as she hefted herself up to grind her spectacular abs against his face, smirking as she commanded: "Shut up, big boy, and worship your queen."

Killer rumbled low in his throat, half-threatening and half-thanking her for the chance, as he nuzzled into her solid, perfect musculature and began to kiss those big hills of power, dragging his tongue along their chiseled profile, tasting delicious battle-sweat and blood and grunting as she squeezed his immense cock between her calves and began to stroke the colossal monster, teasing it and milking it with the phenomenal strength of her muscles. She let go of one of his shoulders, easily sustaining herself just with the other, and she began to toy with the long, messy bangs of his mane instead. They had been crudely shaved off his head, but they had already grown back in place and now her fingers lazily combed, ruffled, toyed with them, until she firmly grabbed his skull instead, guiding his movements as he continued to lick around the edges of her invincible abs. She tilted his head this way and that, murring in pleasure at his loving kisses and licks and nuzzles, and smothered his head with her huge breasts, grinning as she trapped him there, flexing her muscular chest, causing her powerful pecs to bounce, hefting those great breasts up along the sides of his muzzle, then down onto his features, letting him feel all of their weight and firmness, and all the strength of her chest as she growled and forced his skull forwards, leaning forwards over him with a growl of pleasure: "Who is in charge, stud...?" She teasingly asked, and he vainly replied, his voice lost in that great embrace of female glory, giving her an excuse to stomp one metallic, spiked boot-sole onto his titanic shaft, slowly grinding it backwards. It would have torn the flesh from the bone of a god, and certainly squished the cock of a demon into a stain of crimson ruin, but it only made him rumble in pleasure-pain even as she growled and forced his head to tilt downwards, slipping out from between her glorious breasts and smacking into her diamond-hard abs as she insisted: "Can't hear you. Speak up for your queen!"

"You are." Killer softly replied, breathing in her scent, taking only the briefest break from kissing her massive muscles and licking blood off them, knowing that she had just torn a whole army of lesser males apart, turning gods into nothing but blood-oil for her musculature. It excited him to think about, and it aroused him to think of how many other males would have begged, cried, prayed, and sacrificed their everything just to get the chance to be slaves to her for even a brief moment. She was unrivalled and beautiful, powerful and supreme, and an absolute Alpha to everybody but him. Most males simply did not make the cut with her, and were not even good as toys, as slaves, as the lowest of servants. She wanted only the best meat to sate her hungers with... And in their bedroom, she sometimes took the top position, put on her dominatrix hat and commanded him. This was not something new. Between them it was all play, but that didn't mean it wasn't also deadly serious. There was a bit of humiliation in it, and a bit of frustration, and a bit of shame because Killer was built and wired for domination, utter, complete and constant... but with Alexis it was fair game. Even those guilty feelings only added to the thrill, only generated more pleasure. He loved her way too much to deny her what she wanted, what she needed... and she was truly strong, truly mighty, truly Alpha. He couldn't and wouldn't ask her to always bow before him. No, she was welcome to fight, to turn the tables whenever she wanted... or try to, at least. Even from the bottom, Alexis always tested him, always fought for dominance. She could drain him and exhaust him like no one else could ever dream of, and whenever her hungers got ferocious, Killer had to put all his strength at work to fuck her into blissful exhaustion. The fact that he could do that was the true reason why she was so happy to bow her head to him. No one else could tame her, no one else had ever gone close to overwhelming her. When she gained the top like in that moment, Killer played along, communicating with his eyes and his body language that he was willing and ready to let her have her time... so long as she deserved it. And holy hell, Alexis always deserved it. There was no denying the delight, different but no less intense, of admiring the goddess's dominatrix side coming out to play.

Normally, however, it depended on him playing along, allowing himself to be under her, to serve her, to make himself vulnerable, in a way that was difficult, exotic, new and frightening for him. It was a choice, it was a game, and they both played it with the awareness that he could and would turn the tables at the end. He was bigger, he was, amazingly, even stronger than her and in the end he would always return on top... But now, for the first time ever, Killer was truly vulnerable, truly pinned. With Requiem and the Cross and the Seals all draining him, and with the chains and nails and stakes restraining him, he was truly a toy in her hands. Never powerless, no, even when imprisoned like that... but vulnerable like never before.

And she smirked, muscular and glorious, her eyes glowing like destructive stars as she caught him playfully by the throat and squeezed lightly, flexing her enormous bicep in front of his eyes as she licked her lips and teased: "You are... what? Speak up. Stop thinking with your cock, or I'll use it so hard that it stays flaccid for a week afterwards."

Killer was tempted to tell her to try, but the goddess saw it coming and squeezed harder on his throat, pushing his head back and added: "Respectfully, Lion."

"You are, Mistress." Killer finally murmured, and a shudder of hot pleasure ran down his spine as she grinned predatorily and approved with a patronizing little nod. "That's right..." She remarked, before letting go of his neck to flex her glorious arm in front of his face, slowly and majestically, pushing that hulking bicep against his muzzle and making it bulge explosively as she said: "The power that slaughtered Thanathos."

Killer reverently kissed her huge muscle, growling hungrily as she traced a big vein with his tongue as she flexed again, a little further, causing the great mountain of power to rise even further. "The strength that turned Cerberus into a stain... That made mincemeat of the Swarm..." He adoringly kissed her arm after each victory she listed, and Alexis sighed happily, her glorious form flexing and crackling with power as she ground herself onto him, and then slowly, torturingly slowly pulled herself up until she could swing her powerful, portentous legs up over his shoulders, her hands gripping into his skull as she brought up one, then the other, slowly and teasingly, flexing her apocalyptic quads and letting him admire the dance of huge, powerful muscles bulging and shifting with every little tension in her leg. He leaned forwards to kiss those glorious thighs, but she yanked his head back with a grin and just flexed them fully in front of him, teasing: "Watch but don't touch. You wait for Mistress's permission, stud."

The huge male let out a little sound of disappointment and pure need, but Alexis only flexed again, bouncing those great mountain ranges of pure strength as she reached down to grab the fly of her damaged leather pants, effortlessly ripping them apart in front of his eyes, fully revealing her utterly soaked sex, her great black labia swollen and blossomed and hungry, dripping hot nectar onto his chest. Killer closed his eyes as he felt her heat on his face, his nose filling with the perfume of her need and hunger, and he reopened them to stare as he heard her fingers slipping wetly down the curve of her labia, gently forcing them to slurp apart. She was slick and dripping, and her long digits gleamed as they became soaked with just the first passage, before she slowly dragged them backwards and deliberately spread her incandescent passage open, letting him look inside her. She slipped two fingers inside of herself, right down to the knuckles, and gyrated them slowly inside, arching her back with a hiss of pleasure and yanking his head back so that he was forced to look up into her eyes. "I'm going to use you like the big stud you are." Alexis teasingly announced, and she moaned as she slipped a third finger inside and began to thrust rapidly back and forth, filling his ears with the wet squelching sound, making him swallow thickly, steam snorting out of his nostrils as his body flexed hungrily, muscles bulging explosively and chains clanging loudly behind him as his tremendous vigor strained the restraints. "I'll fuck you just like an animal. I'll impale myself on this huge, raging cock and you are going to give me your biggest, your best fucking load. Is that clear...? Alexis spoke in a soft and yet utterly commanding voice, and Killer felt his heart thrumming, his whole body burning with delight and desire and need, his hips thrusting hard into the air and blasting out colossal broadsides of thick precum which literally smashed through the rotting, mutating walls of the tower, smashing heavily into the walls beyond, at the other side of the corridor, spreading Killer's terrifying corruption and causing uncontrollable mutations to spread and invade every corner of the fortress. Alexis looked at the enormous blasts with a grin of delight, licking her muzzle and urging him on, whispering teasingly: "More, Lion, more! Make more for me... I want you to fuck me like the alpha stud you are. I want you to fuck me without mercy, with the only aim of filling me up with your child."

Killer's eyes opened wide at that particular tease, and his leviathan cock thrummed with eager omnipotence at the thought of putting a new son inside Alexis, making his whole body shudder with impatient, restless arousal and need even as he whispered: "Are you sure...? Is it the right time for new children...?"

"The war is over, Lion. Our enemies are gone. We are finally free... there can be no better moment than this one." Alexis softly urged, before smirking as she clutched into his skull and leaned down to look right into his eyes as she added: "And you don't get to question your Mistress' command, anyway."

"As my Mistress wishes." Killer easily replied, all too happy to comply. If she was willing, there was no obstacle, no reason to hold back... and if Killer didn't specifically hold back, pregnancy was a certainty. Even when he wasn't so incredibly pent up and supercharged and overeager as in that moment. They deserved it, didn't they...? They had had so little time to themselves since they had met each other: a war had led into another; then Heaven and Hell had conspired to keep them apart, and every time they had hoped they might finally be able to just enjoy some "normality", something had always happened somewhere, forcing them to rush into battle once more. Between a thing and another they had had little to no chance to raise Mriya and Anubis, and enjoy family life. Now that the war was over, it was time to start something new, wasn't it...? Yes, it was a perfect idea, and he couldn't see anything wrong about it.

Alexis smirked and nodded, winking at him and twisting her fingers rapidly inside her sex, moaning as hot juice leaked out around them and her labia slurped onto them, squeezing and sucking them in as she thrust her hips slowly back and forth, letting him stare in hunger and need as his nose flared to catch every last bit of her delicious scent. Finally she arched her back and flicked her wrist, working almost savagely inside her own passage and bringing herself to another hot, delicious release, grabbing the back of his skull and yanking his head forwards as she bucked and thrust her sex tantalizingly close to her mouth, yet just out of reach, spraying his features with hot, pearly, precious nectar that he did his best to catch in his mouth, savoring every last droplet he managed to capture.

Finally, Alexis yanked her drenched fingers out of her passage and she spread her legs a bit wider, pulling herself up and using two fingers to force her labia wide open, showering him in hot juice and letting him admire her flexing muscles and the amazingly powerful clenching of her passage. He had a huge, long and prehensile tongue that he could have used to reach deep inside her, but despite how tempted he was to do so, he waited patiently for her order, until the goddess smirked and approved: "Good boy..." She dragged her dripping fingers down her muscular thigh, drawing streaks of pearly juice all over the massive, powerful quad, and she flexed those massive muscles, pushing his face right against it and throwing her head back with a grin as he kissed, lapped, slurped it up, savoring her pleasure and her need.

She wrapped her long legs around his neck and around the pole of the torturous cross of crystal, trapping his head between her mighty thighs and growling hungrily as she flexed and squeezes hard enough to make his skull creak audibly. He rumbled low in his throat at the sight of those great masses of muscle bulging and shifting as the goddess flexed her thighs this way and that, and he lovingly kissed the leviathan quads, hungrily slurping up the clear nectar smeared over them and only wishing for his hands to be free so he could stroke and massage and worship those formidable legs. Alexis grinned widely as she gave him a taste of what was unquestionably the most powerful scissor ever, and she yanked his head back, forcing him to look up into her eyes as she teased: "You love my legs, huh, stud...? You'd die for them..." She squeezed harder, locking her legs together behind his back and growling hungrily as she flexed powerfully, nearly cracking his spine as she twisted sideways a little, grinning as she added: "A good squeeze and I could break even you in half..." Killer grunted at that, feeling the terrifying power of her muscles squeezing into the sides of his skull, locking him in place with a strength that was simply unrivalled, and he closed his eyes and kissed her mighty thigh, again and again, suckling up her sweat and juices and wondering how she'd play him next, for the first time truly helpless in her vice-like lock. She guided his head with her hand, gripping lazily into his skull and pushing his muzzle slowly closer to her black-fleshed sex, letting him experience the amazing heat that burned in her center as she dripped hot juice all over him. It was true, he adored her legs. He loved everything about her, but those almighty thighs, those long and spectacular legs fascinated him to no end, and she was perfectly aware of that "weakness" of his. Her eyes burned with pleasure and entertainment and hunger, and she didn't need to ask, or order, but only to ease the pressure a little to let him take a gasping breath and then whisper: "I worship your perfect, omnipotent legs, my love... these great thighs... these massive muscles... these glorious columns of female perfection..."

The goddess murred in approval at that, smirking predatorily, and then she gripped harder into his skull and slid suddenly forwards, slamming into his face and yanking his head around to force his thick muzzle against her drenched sex, making him grunt in surprise and delight, eyes bulging at the force of her assault.

She immediately ground into his face, leaning forwards so that her thighs walled him in and her abs became his sky, and all he could breathe in was her perfume, the scent of her lust. His mouth immediately kissed her soaked labia, sucking loudly on the juice dribbling out of her, and he nuzzled into her hungrily, eagerly, greedily, feeling that wetness roll down his chin and invade even his nostrils as she growled in fierce delight, flexing when his hot breath washed over her sensitive sex. She rocked her hips immediately, riding his thick muzzle and grinding her sex all over his mouth as her thighs crushed into either side of his head, making him feel the phenomenal strength of those powerful muscles as they flexed and bulged.

"Show your Mistress just how much you love her." Alexis teasingly commanded, and he was all too happy to oblige, nibbling on her tasty labia and rolling his thick, large tongue into them, making her hiss blissfully at the sensation. He rumbled hungrily, mouthing her sex, nuzzling into her welcoming labia, dragging his tongue slowly over the juicy passage as she suckled loudly, producing an obscene squelch as he felt her powerful muscles flexing and her hands moving into his hair, digging into his scalp as her eyes looked down at him with such intense craving that he could feel their burning heat almost cutting into his flesh. She rolled her hips, slowly and eagerly, panting softly as she arched her back and bucked hard forwards, riding his working muzzle as she yanked his head forwards, growling as she nearly forced his muzzle up inside her, her swollen black labia blossoming and spreading to blanket over his muzzle, welcoming his loving ministrations as his tongue slid slowly up along her folds and then pushed forwards, slipping into her depths. He strained his restraints as his arms instinctively lunged forwards, his fingers clenching against the air, craving contact, and the great crystal cross creaked audibly as the gigantic male flexed and tried to reach around to seize her perfect buttocks, to wrap his arms around her and keep her in place while his tongue pushed deep inside her, his thick black organ, forked and dexterous, shoving forcefully down and stretching her passage out as he nuzzled forwards with a growl of pure hunger, slurping on her nectar and greedily exploring every hidden bit of her wet folds, gyrating and twisting in a way that made even the great goddess shudder in ecstasy. She groaned quietly and bucked her hips harder against him, meeting his thrusts and licks and clawing needingly into his massive, muscular neck, dominating him and at the same time begging him not to stop, bumping into his working muzzle with need, with craving, as she felt his long, thick tongue push deeper and deeper inside her, pushing with surprising force, then with authority, invading her as Killer's eyes burned sapphire and sought hers with a clear challenge. "Oh, so you wanna be uppity, big boy...? Come at me, stud, with everything you've got." Alexis playfully said, smirking widely and only yanking his muzzle harder against her soaked sex as his tentacle-like tongue curled and twisted, thrusting deeper and deeper inside her and then bending inside her, pushing against her insides, now this way, now another, all but pushing her whole body up off his shoulders, making her flex with a grunt of surprise and pure delight, bucking hard down to meet his rebellious thrust. A soft groan of pleasure escaped her throat as his large tongue slurped back, sloppily, hungrily, his fangs nibbling teasingly at her splendid, juicy labia as his drool mixed with her hot juices and spilling down into his maw and down his chin, her passage flexing to welcome the invasion, to suck his tongue back in, to try and prevent it from retreating. His eyes glowed with entertainment at that, but the goddess only snorted and grinned gamely, squeezing harder with her majestic thighs and bucking forwards hard, gripping the back of his head with both hands and bending forwards slightly, her prodigious breasts heaving with her hot breaths as she gyrated her hips and almost impaled herself upon his thick muzzle, growling: "All you've got, stud."

He snorted eagerly, sending his hot breath washing over her sensitive and deliberately ignored clit, making her buck all the harder as she rode his face with impatient hunger, rocking herself against his mouth, urging him on. The huge male rumbled, eyes closing in pleasure and concentration as he focused fully on her, on the reactions of her body and the need thrumming in he. His wrists against slammed painfully into the restraints as he forgot about them and tried to reach out to add his fingers to the mix, but it had to be a work of tongue alone, a little masterpiece he owed to her... and even as his immense shaft flexed with hunger and thrummed with power, unleashing blast after blast of thick, potent precum, he only concentrated on pushing his tongue deeper inside her, delving through her wet folds and then pulling back, slowly and torturously, dragging upwards until he could tease her clit, finally flicking it with the great fork at the end of his black-fleshed organ, making her groan again and mutter a praise through fangs that were grinding together in a grit-teeth grin.

He teased her sensitive nub of black flesh, coating it in mixed drool and juices, rubbing and stroking and flicking it, torturing her with pleasure and with the sudden, terrible emptiness she felt now that his tongue had retreated out of her. Her hips rocked harder, bumping into his muzzle to search for fulfillment and satisfaction, but he only snorted hot steam inside her, slurping over her sex like a hungry beast but refusing to push inside, making her grunt as her whole body tensed and shuddered, her fingers clenching into his skull and then almost letting go as a shiver ran through her. That was his signal, and he plunged his strong tongue back inside, moving with grace and power at once, pushing deeper, deeper, deeper, letting that demonic organ grow freely as he filled her up, moving slowly, tactfully, sliding that thick appendage against every millimeter of her flexing passage.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she huffed in bliss, hips bucking powerfully as pleasure burned through her whole form as she rocked up and down on his thick muzzle, impaling herself on that endless, tentacle-like tongue, groaning in delight at the amazing feelings that the vast forked end gave her as he skillfully teased and tormented with pleasure every sensitive inch of her sex. Hot juice dribbled out of her and ran down his muzzle, filling his mouth as he loudly slurped it up, and he felt her body flexing powerfully as her pleasure mounted rapidly, a new orgasm drawing closer as he nuzzled into her, almost forcing his thick muzzle inside her passage and thrusting his thick tongue deeper inside her, gyrating the vast organ against her inner walls, causing all of her muscles to tense and clench in welcome and bliss.

His own pleasure and hunger grew steadily, waves of passion and pure need rising inside of him as his hips rocked back and forth, his enormous balls thrumming with power as they swung heavily between his legs, under a gigantic, heavy shaft that pulsed with lust, large veins bulging across his monstrous length as he blasted out enormous volleys of black, hypervirile precum, so much that it was tearing breaches in the walls ahead of him, causing the whole tower to howl loudly, to cry in pain as new corruption spread rapidly towards the roof, lost somewhere far above. The old growths and mutations and tentacles were rapidly and viciously consumed, devoured, absorbed by new, greater and more terrible masses of dark flesh quickly growing and endlessly evolving out of Killer's omnipotent Alpha waste.

Alexis hissed in delight at the sight, eyes burning with pleasure and awe as the fortress around them literally sizzled with the heat of Killer's omnivirile essence. Metal corroded into dust, concrete rotted and flaked, flesh decayed and was consumed by corruption and rebuilt into new, formidable, terrifying forms. His power was amazing, and it seemed to grow constantly, endlessly, and that made her groan in craving and delight, her hands clutching needingly into his mane and over his skull as she began to buck with fierce strength, riding his face, thrusting her hips forwards to meet every powerful movement of his tongue. Her moans picked up in intensity as that heavy, large tongue began to gyrate and spiral inside her, dragging over every sensitive millimeter of her clenching passage and beginning to behave truly like a tentacle, pushing up into her with such awesome strength that her whole body was lifted upwards, making her grunt in surprise and ecstasy. "Fuck, yes... keep that up, Lion..." Alexis hissed, biting her lower lip and then allowing her body to bend backwards, shifting her legs up, squeezing almost viciously into his skull with her almighty calves and slamming her hips hard against his large muzzle, shuddering as she rocked her hips to meet that merciless tentacle that teased her in ways that no one and nothing else could have emulated, stimulating her were no one else could reach. She spread her arms with a growl of lustful delight and allowed herself to drop down until her muscular back ground into his abs, her face pushing against the base of his gigantic cock. Upside down like that, with her legs dominating him, holding his skull firmly planted against her sex, she opened her eyes to stare at the monstrous black shaft as it thrummed with supernatural power... and she arched her back with a groan of lust, dragging her tongue over the sweaty, filthy base of the monstrous member, scooping up thick black gunk that tasted, overwhelmingly and deliciously, of Male, of Power, of Virility. His slick tongue, coated in drool that seemed to burn like magma, delved into her depths with even greater mastery and dominance, and she grunted as the thick appendage formed a hook inside her, stretching her very womb and literally hefting her whole body up like she weighted nothing. "Holy shit...!" She gasped, grinning widely even as her whole body trembled, hips rocking helplessly against his working, slurping mouth, and her hands ran greedily down the flanks of his immense black cock, digging into the filth and precum and sweat and black cocksludge, before she smeared her spectacular form with that mixture, her hands moving across her abs, groping into her huge breasts, squeezing over her large nipples as her toes curled and her ribcage vibrating with the power of his deep, big-balled, hungry rumbling.

Killer growled hungrily inside her folds, slurping up the hot juice and clenching his hands into fists as he began to thrust powerfully with his tentacle-tongue, his eyes burning with pleasure and satisfaction as he easily hefted her up higher, pushing her back until her face was forced fully against his enormous shaft, but the goddess did not protest, instead kissing the immense member and shuddering blissfully, her breath hissing out of her nose or coming out in gasps and huffs from her mouth as her muscular chest heaved, moving up and down those phenomenal breasts that literally defied gravity with their glorious firmness and the strength of her pectorals. Her eyes rolled up in her head as his tongue began to not only thrust rapidly back and forth, but to spiral and gyrate at the same time, drilling her insides, hefting her whole body like it weighted nothing and sending discharges of electricity and fire up her spine as her pleasure mounted beyond all attempts to control it, as steam snorted out of her nostrils and her hips bucked wildly up against that strong, incredible tongue. Alexis seized the monstrous cock beneath her and kneaded into the thick, hard flesh, stroking and jerking hungrily, muscles flexing as she urged him on, as he pumped his enormous loads of precum out of him and tried to get him to lose all control. She suddenly spread her legs wide, letting go of his skull after squeezing it so hard that it thrummed painfully, his eyes glazed over with a crimson stain, a whistle filling his ears... and Killer stiffened and arched his back with a rumble as Alexis allowed herself to dangle from nothing but his tentacle-tongue, before she gracefully rolled over, groaning hotly as in so doing she literally screwed herself on the thrusting tongue. She sinuously leaned down over his enormous shaft, sprawling over it, letting her breasts push into the black meat and slowly, sensually sliding forwards, almost dragging herself along by gripping into the omnipotent member, until she literally grabbed two of the huge barbs like they were handlebars.

Killer grunted in awe and ecstasy at that, shuddering and feeling a familiar sensation in his heavy balls, then in his enormous shaft as it stiffened and bounced with excessive, amazing vigor, unfazed by Alexis's body weight even as she lustfully ground down into it, abs pushing against his bulging veins, her face pushing into his bulbous, colossal cockhead, her own flexible, dexterous, forked tongue rolling slowly around the vast cockmaw. Killer hissed, uselessly looking down but unable to see past his own tongue-tentacle and her boiling-hot, drenched sex, her black labia stretched out and clinging lovingly to his tongue and her glorious legs towering in front of him, splendid and perfect towers of strength and beauty that made his heart race, his mouth drip with thick ropes of drool. The heat coming from her centre was amazing, and her nectar was delicious; the sight of her eager sex tantalizing... and he grunted as he realized that he was close to losing their little "battle". Not yet... not yet!

Her tongue circled torturingly slowly around his cockmaw, then down to the vast, barbed corona of his amazingly-wide flare, and he growled and thrust forwards with brutal force, dragging the crystal cross almost out of position as he unleashed another huge eruption of precum... and then, as soon as it began to taper out, Alexis's tongue slid back across the fat head and plunged shamelessly down into the hole, delving deep as she nibbled teasingly on the solid, wet meat.

He grunted and gritted his fangs, his mammoth member thrumming with power and need, his body flexing with terrifying physical strength and muscles bulging explosively as a jolt of pure ecstasy shot through him and threatened to shove him right over the edge, excitement flooding his veins like liquid fire as he felt himself growing, felt his hulking form stretch, his adamantine hide straining as his musculature swelled explosively, then relaxed, then clenched again, bulging even larger... and when it loosened, it did not lose a millimeter of that new, mighty volume. Alexis chocked loudly, gargling on the unholy eruption of hypervirile Alpha precum blasting into her throat, and her cheeks bulged out almost comically, thick black cocksludge bursting out of her nostrils and even out of her ears even as she did her best to swallow down in thick, loud gulps. Killer thought he'd lose their race, but as his tongue drilled into her with savage, impatient force, her passage finally clenched like a vise around his tongue, hard enough to nearly make him cry out in pain while she threw her head backwards and gave a long, low, hissing whimper as a powerful orgasm exploded inside her, making her whole body shudder as she instinctively almost hand-stood on top of his shaft, slamming her hips back to curl needingly against his heavy muzzle.

He rumbled victoriously and he bent forwards as best he could, wrapping his mouth over her drenched sex and almost biting into her as he sucked loudly, savoring the nectar that squirted into his jaws and spilled out in large rivulets and spurts, streaking down his chin and neck as liquids continued to blast out of her clenching passage, her muscles crushing down on his tongue with savage force as her nectar soaked his mane and rolled down his broad, masculine chest. He kept pumping, his tongue moving all the faster deep inside her, gyrating and arching upwards with enough strength to heft her body off his great cock for a moment, making her groan in awe. He savored her taste, gulping her juices down and reveling in the feeling of how she clenched around his tongue as he used the forked end to make quick, torturous, sharp assaults on her most sensitive and most incandescent of depths, urging her orgasm on and on, grinning as her glorious, powerful body began to shudder and shake, her whole body trembling with the ecstasy he forced her through. And he leaned forwards with a merciless growl, slurping louder, nuzzling harder inside her, thrusting, pumping as he forced her back to arch, the goddess rolling her eyes upwards to stare at him as he loomed over her, his growl resonating into her ribcage as he crushed her down with the intensity, the power of his gaze. Even with his limbs bound he was able to pin her, to make her feel crushed down and dominated, his presence coming across as an unstoppable force in its own.

She responded by bucking wildly, attempting to match his rhythm, moaning for him, staring into his eyes, grinding helplessly down into his leviathan of a cock, grasping needingly into it as her hips rocked viciously against the rough pistoning of his thick tongue.

He tormented her with that bliss, filling her with ecstasy: whenever her body attempted to come down from that high, his great tongue twisted and licked in just the right way, drawing her orgasm out, longer and longer, to the point where her release became almost painful as her muscles clenched harder and harder, half sucking his tongue in, half trying to push it back out to find respite, her sex flexing and pushing itself almost inside out with the ferocity with which it clung to his tongue and with the power of his movements. Finally, however, he slowed down his thrusts and gently allowed her to come down from her climax, before loudly breathing in the scent of her delight as he slurped his tongue back out of her and threw his head back, flexing his hulking form and licking his muzzle slowly as she slumped against him, resting face-down on his throbbing, eager godcock, her trembling thighs clutching into its sides more to find some steadiness than to tease him towards his own release, which was so close... and yet so far. Once more, he had taken the upper hand, and he deliberately teased her about it, asking innocently: "Did I do well, Mistress...?"

"Fuck you, beautiful bastard." Alexis easily replied, grinning as her chest heaved with her rough breathing, her muscles bulging as her body flexed in time with the last few ferocious clenches of her passage, which now felt tremendously, almost painfully empty now that his tongue was gone. Her toes curled as she rolled over with a shudder of delight, and her eyes flashed, her psychic force gripping two of the heavy, enormous chains dangling uselessly from the roof after his strength had snapped them like cobwebs. The enormous links of otherworldly metal and crystal swung absurdly backwards and docilely flew right into her hands as she reached up to grab them, wrapping the chains around her forearms and then easily pulling herself up. He admired her spectacular body as she stood before him, holding herself better than the best gymnast could ever have dreamed to, and she slowly, teasingly spread her muscular legs, showing off her blossomed, drenched, hungry sex before she arched her back and pulled herself further up, pushing her hips forwards until the enormous, terrifying tower of almighty manmeat pushed into her stretched-out labia, forcing her lips to part with a wet slurp, her folds immediately clinging to him.

Her heat and the sensations coming from that kiss of wet flesh over his raging, hypervirile monster of a cock were amazing, overwhelming. He knew those sensations well, but it had been too long since he had last experienced them. How long had it been since Persephone had last visited...? He didn't know, but it felt like ages, and now he growled in craving and eagerness, his hips rocking instinctively and his enormous, fat head stretching her folds viciously wide even though he barely started to bury his tip inside her... and she grinned predatorily, licking her hips as she teased: "Bit of an hair trigger on you right now, huh...? Don't you dare making it end right away, after teasing me like that."

She was perfectly aware that, even if he unleashed his load right there and then, it would be far from over, but that was obviously not the point. She was challenging him, again, and he flexed his enormous musculature, snorting steam like a bull and giving her a gritted-fangs grin as he rumbled: "I'm pent up and it's been... too long. I don't even know how long. I will not last as long as usual... but I'll more than make up for it to you." There was love in his words, and a promise of pleasure, but also an underlining threat, a challenge to the Mistress he willingly served and worshipped but that he knew how to unsaddle. The goddess smirked, catching every note of his voice, knowing exactly what she was about to unleash, her chest heaving as she panted and licked her muzzle, drooling almost helplessly at the sight of him, bound and yet unstoppable, crucified and yet glorious, an Alpha without rivals, a powerhouse of endless strength that sent a shiver of fear even through her own powerful, adamantine form. His monstrous black shaft pulsed with pure strength, supporting her weight as well as its own calamitous mass, throbbing hungrily and jutting up from his waist with all the justified arrogance of someone who fears no comparison. The immensity of the barbed flare at the base of his cockhead made her shiver in a mix of craving and fear, and the ridged, colossal shaft had such goliath mass about it, such raw power, such endless vigor that it made her feel vulnerable. Deliciously exposed, almost doomed. He was a colossus, and his immense strength could easily kill even her. What she was about to do was dangerous and reckless. Hadn't she been who and what she was; hadn't she had such a mighty body herself, it would have been literally suicidal, because his sizes and the strength of his muscles were simply overwhelming. Still, she challenged him, grinning even as she braced and gripped all the harder into the heavy chains, eyes blazing with fear and with lust as she rumbled: "You better, stud. Come on, show your Mistress what you are good for."

Killer rumbled in his massive chest at that, and she stared as that goliath machine of muscles began to move with overwhelming, unstoppable force, his mighty biceps bulging as he recklessly flexed and rammed forwards, causing all chains and seals to tense loudly behind him, the whole tower rattling as he nearly shattered the crystal cross. His hips viciously thrust forwards, unleashing the sickening amounts of brutal rape-force needed to mercilessly drive that titanic tower of thrumming godcock into her soaked passage. He snarled, ramming forwards with murderous, uncontrollable strength as his mammoth flare bumped into her groin and then bulldozed its way inside her, the enormous barbs pushing into her insides and forcing them even further apart as a deluge of hypervirile godcock tore inside her with vengeful strength.

Alexis shut her eyes and threw her head back with a loud, gasping cry of lust and pain, her hands clutching on the chains with enough strength to flatten the huge links of adamantine metal into crumpled, useless lumps of scrap. His finger clenched uselessly on thin air as the restraints groaned loudly but somehow managed to contain him, but Alexis courageously bucked her hips against his ferocious thrust and arched her back to impale herself deeper upon that colossal monster, doing the work for him. He craved the pleasure of grabbing her by the hips, by the ass, drool leaking from his jaws as he thought of how wonderful it would be to yank her down his immense length,

She gargled breathlessly as his brutal girth rammed its way inside, and her eyes bulged as she stared at the nightmarish bulge in her form, feeling her powerful abs distending painfully as they were forced apart, brutalized by that body-ruining mass of godbeastly cock invading her. Blood streaked down the sides of the titanic member, and the goddess gasped as the huge cock stretched her out like she was nothing but a cheap fuck-toy, as that enormous cockhead ferociously broke through her, invading her womb, distending her abdomen like she was impossibly pregnant already, and still pushing even deeper as he rammed forwards again, powerfully, brutally, his eyes burning with barely controlled hunger as her bones creaked audibly and crimson fluids mixed with her hot nectar. Alexis let out a breathless, gasping howl of agony and ecstasy as she yanked on the chains to steady herself, muscles bulging explosively as she did her best to buck against his thrusts, to impale herself even deeper even as her magnificent breasts were literally parted from the inside as his devastating tower of black godcock exceeded the capacity of her form.

Alexis's back arched as she cried out in shock and awe, eyes staring down at the immense battering ram of black flesh as it forced its way inside her, savagely stretching her sex. Her blood streaked down the sides of the goliath monster as Killer smashed, tore, ripped, bulldozed its way through her, his limitless physical strength and savage hunger combining to fuck through every form of resistance her strong body tried to offer, fucking her insides out of place, making her tremble violently as something loudly tore inside of her and blood spurted thickly out of her sex, staining her stretched-out labia as it clung desperately to his astonishing girth.

Alexis panted, her features contorted by a gritted-fangs grin at the amazing feeling of power, of dominance, of ferocity coming from him as he again flexed and slammed forwards with his hips, seeming to grow greater and loom more terrible with every mighty piston of his member. He grinned back, his eyes burning with endless, terrible lust as he savored the amazing feeling of her godlike, powerful body surrendering to him, succumbing to the sexual demolition he was causing inside her as his hulking form cast her in darkness and his abomination of a giant cock reshaped her, remolded her, raped her into submission, forging her body anew for the sole purpose of serving his cock, of sating his needs.

The strength in his body had always been fearsome, but now it truly defied belief and description, and his hulking sizes were devastating, his girth impaling her and cracking her pelvis loudly apart, causing bones to audibly crack, then shatter as the cruel ridges of his member smashed their way inside her.

Amazingly, Alexis hefted herself up with the help of the chains and bucked her hips as hard as she could, groaning hotly, tongue lolling out and drool falling from her gaping jaws, tears rolling down her cheeks but eyes burning with lust and craving as she did her best to ride his glorious pistons, working with him as he continued to push more and more immense cock inside her, ramming forwards with world-breaking, life-changing force, obliterating her sex, tearing her labia apart as it desperately clung to his obscene girth, caused her asshole to open wide, to gape open wide, untouched yet stretched out by how incredibly thick his cock was, enough to force her hips painfully far apart, her legs trembling helplessly as they were brutally forced far apart. She stared in awe at the monstrous desecration of her own body as literal tons of god-killing monster cock rammed inside her, that hellish invasion forcing her body to bulge obscenely, reshaping her, threatening to shatter her sanity as well as her body. She found herself helpless against that diabolical invasion, her hands uselessly grabbing into her own bulging form as she felt him ripping that immense length carelessly up into her guts; felt her organs being forcefully fucked out of the way, rearranged inside of her to make room for that unstoppable battering ram of rape-crazed godcock.

A mere goddess would have already burst apart around that tremendous invasion, and no demoness of lust could have ever survived the huge male's merciless hunger to breed, but Alexis' body resisted, her regeneration working hard to keep her in one piece even as that monstrous black cock smashed deep inside her, his great barbs hooking into her insides and making her groan in agony and ecstasy whenever he teasingly pulled some of his immensity backwards. Alexis hugged her bulging, deformed body, her hands exploring the impossible bulge in her chest and belly, her fingers squeezing down as she gripped into the leviathan cock through her own skin and flesh, jerking it hungrily, needingly, disbelievingly as her ribs creaked and pushed visibly outwards, her whole form feeling savagely, brutally enslaved by his deadly strength and terrifying sizes. Her eyes bulged and stared at him, mouth opening and closing without producing much more than little cries and breathless whimpers as she stared at him, astounded by the massive mass of muscles on his frame, shuddering whenever he flexed and rammed forwards with impossible, apocalyptic strength. Her mind was reduced to a confused, stormy cloud of thoughts and images, all of them centered on him, on his hungers, on his endless growth, on visions of him looming over Existence, impossibly powerful, ridiculously supreme, able to toy with the whole of existence with the merest thought. She panted, chest heaving and fangs gritting almost painfully as she arched her back and grabbed the sides of her head, hissing in ecstasy, growling: "So much power!"

"Just a hint." Killer growled back, and a shudder of terror went through her as she realized that, yes, he wasn't kidding. He wasn't playing. Even towering above Existence was child play, was a hint, just an example of a power that was even greater, that was unfathomable and limitless. She saw the fabric of reality stretch like cheap plastic wrap around his hulking musculature, then fall apart into shreds when he flexed in the lightest of ways, and she hissed in bliss as she saw his breathing alone reshaping Existence, creating and annihilating universes with the same terrible ease. Her mind pounded with spikes of unparalleled pain, her psyche trembling in shock in front of some of the images that flashed into her brain, in front of the ferocity of the fire in his eyes as she saw him devouring, consuming everything, he alone, invincible owner of every last molecule. And yet even the pain and the terror made her body burn with endless pleasure, reckless and suicidal and uncontrollable. It was like every nerve in her body had been redirected and was now directly connected to her abused, over-stretched, devastated sex, so that each and every one of them was overwhelmed with sheer, electric ecstasy whenever the titanic cock savagely trampled its way over them. Her body jolted violently, muscles bulging, toes curling as she howled triumphantly, voicing both agony and bliss as every tremendous inch of that unholy godcock that rammed past her labia and deep inside her caused a blindingly-powerful orgasm to explode inside her, tearing through her form with monstrous intensity.

The goddess choked on her own screams as stretched her like she was a worn-out fleshlight, brutally ramming his cock deeper inside her, breaking through all of her defences, and she could only scream, her hips instinctively bucking, rocking back against him, out of rhythm, out of time, just recklessly attempting to help him impale her fully. She felt small, vulnerable, helpless, fuck-putty that his infernal power could reshape as it saw fit, and she gargled as she felt his thick, tar-like precum erupting into her in enormous floods, the blasts smashing into her insides like cannon fire, and she felt something tear, her eyes bulging as blood and hypervirile Alpha waste exploded out of her vagina and out of her ass as well, her form bulging as that ocean of omnipotent fluid filled her up, crammed full with tangled, colossal sperms that she could feel rampaging inside her.

Her eyes bulged, and her already gaping mouth opened even wider as she felt that flood of virile omnipotence surging up her throat, until she vomited helplessly, couching and choking on the thick, sticky black gunk, feeling it even bursting out of her nostrils... but for the sperms, which were simply too massive to squeeze through them.

Her long legs stretched fully as she pushed her feet against his massive abs, trying to push him back, trying to restrain his ferocious assault, but the colossus barely noticed her resistance, his eyes burning with lust and hunger as he rammed forwards again, grinning widely at the sight of the great eruption of black precum coming out of her mouth, the thick stuff streaming down her face and glueing her hair in a dark, horrendous mess. Her devastated sex clenched helplessly around his massive girth, trying at once to reject that brutal invader and to welcome him in as an orgasm carried on right into the next, sending her clear, pearly nectar dribbling endlessly out of her. Watery and hot and delicious, her juices struggled to find their space among the deluge of thick, dense, dark precum that spurted loudly out of her, but when her body shuddered and her hips rocked, big squirts of hot fluid arched up in the air enough to wash over his broad chest and even rain onto his mouth and muzzle, making him smirk in delight as he thrust forwards once more. That unforgiving, raging beast of a cock bottomed out inside her, smashing into the base of her throat, causing her eyes to bulge as she looked up at him with a breathless moan, before her eyes looked down at her own proud body, once perfect and glorious and not brutally stretched out, bulging to insane limits because of that endless, body-wrecking first thrust of his goliath cock. Despite her valiant efforts, the great dark titan couldn't cram the entire, ruinous mass of his cock inside of her, and he snorted contemptuously as he gyrated his hips, grinding into her inner walls while her eyes fixed on the massive base of his member, still towering outside of her body, with that leviathan medial ring in full, terrible evidence. He rumbled, throwing his head back with a wide grin as he savored the hot, struggling tightness that flexed and clamped and clenched around his enormous tower of hypervirility, and even though his hands were still bound to the cross, she felt like they were grabbing into her thighs. She could almost physically feel the contact; she imagined her muscular, powerful legs almost disappearing pitifully within the unbreakable grip of those hulking fists. The heat and power radiating from his massive musculature was amazing, crashing into her in waves as he leaned slowly forwards, smirking as he studied her gawking, cock-overloaded expression as she vainly tried to wipe huge handfuls of thick, dark precum out of her eyes, feeling rivers of the stuff bubbling out of her mouth and running down her head before stretching in heavy, solid, massive ropes that dangled heavily from her body, swelling larger and larger and dropping lower under their absurd weight, until they splattered ponderously into the literal ocean of masculine, Alpha fluids flooding the tower.

And Killer licked his lips, slowly, looking into her eyes with such dominance to make her shiver, his expression almost cruel with his evident eagerness to find out just how her beautiful features would further contract and warp and change as he began to piston his immensity in and out of her. He wanted to savor the terror on her face, the helpless ecstasy, the broken abandon escalate as he savagely violated her with every devastating ton of godly fuckmeat.

Killer wanted to drink of her moans, her cries, her panting, her screaming, and she let out a sharp hiss when he began to plunge slowly but unstoppably forwards, forcing more terrible inches of unholy cock inside her, his terrifying girth nearly splitting her in half as it visibly forced her heavenly legs further apart, forcing them dangerously wide as her bones creaked helplessly and her chest heaved visibly, eyes wide as his monstrous strength mangled her ruthlessly, forcing her body to bulge even further, her muscles distending, her hide stretched, her chest deformed so horrendously that it looked like she would burst apart at any moment, bulging further and further with every unbelievable inch ramming inside her, his unbearable immensity cramming into her devastated, cock-choked sex. He fucked... raped... pile-drove foot after monstrous foot of his gigantic cock into her, smirking as he teased: "Surely you can take me at least to the ring, huh, Mistress...?"

She trembled and flexed under his gaze, gargling on the unending flood of bloodied precum that surged up through her damaged body and exploded out of her mouth, and he grinned as he bulldozed his way forwards, only about two-thirds of his gigantic cock buried inside her even though the toll inflicted by his unholy penetration was already terrible, pushing even her to her very limits. Something else tore inside her, and blood spurted out of her mouth as she groaned breathlessly, eyes rolling up in her skull as the monstrous shaft made visible, terrifying gains, burying itself inside her ruined form until her quivering, devastated pussy wetly, loudly kissed his brutal medial ring, which added to a girth that was already infernal. Smashing into her bloodied groin, the vast medial ring bumped her whole body, making her bounce with a grunt, her eyes rolling in her skull as she groaned, her hips bucking against him automatically, needingly, as her passage continued to weakly clench around that massive invader, and their eyes met, burning with the same sapphire fire as they both knew that that was merely the beginning, just a drop in the ocean compared to the slaughter that would follow that first, endless, glorious thrust.

She gasped breathlessly when he began to drag his colossal black shaft back out of her, mixed juices erupting out of her devastated holes as the tremendous bulge traveled downwards and allowed her sore chest muscles to retreat into position, her abs rippling as the immense monster tore out of her. "Fuck you... stud. I'm far from done." The goddess teased, spitting out a huge mouthful of black precum and teasingly giving him the finger as her ravaged body flexed and returned to its original, spectacular glory, her perfect beauty returning as her muscles clenched into place and her regeneration rebuilt the torn and squished organs and the shattered bones, allowing her to arch her back and flex. Killer grinned wider at that, growling in delight at her strength, at her unmatched resistance and equally unrivalled hunger, his uncontrollable passions reaching boiling point as her passage gripped into him with renewed vigor, squeezing with tenacious, formidable strength and tightness, enough to bring any lesser god to his knees with a cry of agony. To Killer it was nothing but sheer bliss to feel her body struggling around him so valiantly, her hips rocking hard as she yanked herself up with the chains still wrapped around her arms, her grin urging him, begging wordlessly for more, for harder, for worst punishment as her suddenly horrendously-empty passage clenched with brutal force, so eager to replace the gigantic invader that had split her apart, her whole musculature bulging explosively as her spectacular form gripped into his girth as intensely on his backstroke as it had through his entire, merciless, devastating first entry.

Blood cascaded out of her devastated pussy as her ravaged labia stretched outwards, clinging on to his obscene girth and only slurping loudly off his flesh when the sheer pressure of the ocean of thick precum inside her punched through and spurted out with obscene squelching pussy-farts who would have made a succubus blush in shame. Her ass gaped wide open because of how insanely his girth warped and deformed her body, and dark, omnivirile tar-thick fluids gushed out of her every hole, forcing her to choke and gargle loudly, body shaking violently as the unholy black monster cock continued to unleash an overwhelming, cruel amount of excess Alpha waste, of supreme hypervirility, forcibly widening her ruined shape even further as that endless eruption of hot, black essence rushed up along his shaft. She could feel it, horribly clearly, traveling up the bloated cum-channel of his cock, and when it blasted out it was a geyser, unending, violent, immense, making her feel like the precum alone would shot right through her and turn her body into a stain on the wall, far away at the end of the room. More, more, more, each blast going on for interminable moments, dozens upon dozens of seconds of excessive release, enough not just to impregnate entire populations, entire worlds... but to create whole new ones. It was overkill, it was deliberate waste, but he only laughed, grinning darkly as the thick stuff sought any exit it could find even as her body swelled and bulged well past its limits, well past anything a lesser divinity could have survived.

Ungodly, monstrous jets of onyx precum exploded out of her nostrils and jaws, gushing cascades and rumbling waterfalls of hot dark tar pouring out of her face as the thick seminal fluid started literally leaking out of her ears, before even filling her tears, replacing the black stains of washed-away mascara with far thicker and denser streaks of darker, hot fluid.

"I'm glad you aren't done, bitch." Killer taunted, grinning cruelly as her hips bucked uselessly, her stomach swelling and bulging, her muscular ass flexing and trembling as massive floods of thick, sticky, dense dark pre-seed tore out of it. She could feel it all and she trembled at how thick, how heavy, how hot, how superior it was, and how unfathomably ripe with corrupted, powerful life it was, absolutely festering with tremendous tangles of immense sperms, impossibly huge and hellishly numerous, a literal world-destroying plague that audibly moved, fought, disentangled itself, as the huge sperms battled for supremacy of that immense pack. "Because I've not even begun to try, yet." Killer added with a rumble of his own, and Alexis shivered as her eyes darted gazes down to see the lake, the sea, the _ocean_of tremendous alpha potency that flooded the world around them and caused the whole fortress of flesh, corruption and living dead to evolve, to become more terrible, to be overloaded by limitless, chaotic growth.

Killer made a point of it, unleashing for entire minutes, his colossal balls only ever swelling larger and heavier as they easily more than replaced all the gunk he had expended with more, with better, with greater. Alexis's mind threatened to completely snap apart, her eyes rolling up in her head and her body bucking wildly, mindlessly seeking to pleasure her king and master and God as he slowly yanked back out of her, letting her stare at the blood coating the hellish battering ram of a cock, his massive barbs hooking into her insides and commanding such reverence that her helpless passage tore itself apart to orgasm harder, faster, every inch of her ruined passage working, clenching, squeezing against that humongous girth, as that bulging, monstrous cock continued to overload her with its omnivirile load as her body was overstretched, swelling, bulging with his load even as so much of it sought to escape from every crevice and orifice of her body, using brute force and sheer mass to ram though fissures that were too small, too tight for that dense, viscous sludge of power.

Finally, the leviathan cock tore out of her poor, ruined sex, prolapsing her passage as foot after foot, yard after yard of godbeastly immensity slowly withdrew out of her, leaving behind a quivering, gaping chasm... which was immediately hidden by an unholy gush of thick precum, too dense and black for her juices and for even her blood to show through, even as she coughed violently and helplessly vomited a thick deluge of black gunk, full of blood that couldn't be seen, eclipsed as it was by excessive, obscene masculinity, but was definitely there. And yet, even as she shuddered and drowned in that deluge, she stared up at her God, at her glorious, unfathomably powerful king, at the absolute emperor, untouchable and limitless, who looked down at her with entertainment and contempt, looming over her like he was truly endless and gigantic. His monstrous cock throbbed with power and jumped up, once, twice, thrice, that calamitous weight bouncing so easily as the huge male's muscles flexed and the mammoth shaft fired other broadsides of dark pre which shot up in the darkness above.

She was fat with his seed, her belly already looking more than "just" pregnant, her abdomen a bulging mass, her muscles distended unnaturally, forced apart, her skin so stretched in places that the black gunk filling her up literally showed through, and the huge male rumbled in entertainment, licking his muzzle with his forked, demonic tongue and savoring the sight of Alexis so completely, utterly overwhelmed by literally one single thrust of his bestial cock. If he still needed proof of his new and impossible power, now he had it, and he snorted steam out of his nostrils as he mercilessly rammed his hips forwards again, burying countless feet of that monstrous member back inside her, making her scream in agony and ecstasy as her legs kicked uselessly at the air and an enormous amount of black, hypervirile gunk squelched loudly out around the titanic girth. "Brace, bitch, and pray to be able to handle more than that, fucktoy..." He rumbled, eyes burning with lust and hulking body crackling with raw, impossible energy as he flexed and thrust forwards again, burying himself deeper inside her. "That was just a bit of pre, and I'm not in a mood for holding back too much... or for letting you be the mistress. Sorry." He flashed a grin that was as beautiful as it was terrible, and Alexis licked her lips even as a shudder went through her body, her hips bucking hungrily back against him as he rammed forwards again, with savage force, until his medial ring once again smacked into her and bounced her whole body upwards... He paused for a brief moment, gyrating his hips and making her groan as his member ground against her insides, and he licked his muzzle, drooling like a beast at the sight of her powerful body completely and utterly impaled by his hellish, goliath cock. It was a glorious spectacle that drove him to recklessly pursuing the next brutal, delicious thrust in that muscular body that still clenched, still squeezed, still vainly attempted to resist... He tore backwards with an obscene squelching sound, eager for the next wrecking shove, for the next splitting of her sublime yet helpless body, hating only the fact that he couldn't grab her spectacular legs to yank her in while he forced his way inside her all over again... and he roared, rattling the entire planet as he dragged his cock back, back, back, until only the monstrous head was left inside, and then he plunged forwards with brutal force, enjoying that decadent, burning slide inside the clenching, helpless, silky, quivering passage, then right through her devastated womb and into the mess of her torn, squished guts, ramming up into her ribcage, feeling the weak beating of her heart right next to the mighty, arrogant throbbing of his invincible godcock. He felt cruel, he felt merciless, and impatient to satiate his pent-up hungers, wanting to rape her into ecstatic oblivion, into blissful coma, to cast her devastated and heavily pregnant body aside when he was done... he wanted to ruin her so utterly that she would be completely his, forever. Fucking her to within an inch of her life... no, he wanted to hilt himself into her, even though it meant destroying her. And the delicious thing was, she would gladly go through death for him. She'd gladly allow herself to be massacred and destroyed, then brought back to life to serve him all over again...

"Killer, Killer, Killer..." She breathed, eyes glowing as she looked up at him with pure ecstasy and hellish agony, and he growled in ferocious hunger, muscles bulging and his own pleasure only burning with greater intensity and urgency. For too long he had suffered for the absence of a fertile, helpless womb stretched thin around his leviathan cock, and the hunger he felt was almost agonizing, making his hulking, monstrous, overflowing balls hung low because of the unbearable weight of omnipotent, ultra-thick load they endlessly churned out. He growled and slammed forwards another vicious piston, much faster and much harder, letting out a snorting roar of delight at the wonderful tightness that only her muscular, powerful body could generate around his girth, making him almost struggle to bury himself in that exquisite, unbroken sex that had regenerated on the backstroke just so he could ruin it all over again.

Bulging muscles rippled and tore through his own hide in places as they swelled with ever growing, endless power, and the titan began to piston his immense shaft in and out with brutal force, his great machine of muscles working harder and faster than any depraved mechanical creation ever could hope to, as his entire, mountainous, hulking body worked ceaselessly to drive that insatiable cunt-wrecking cock home into her depths, making her shriek his name over and over again as he granted her no respite, picking up the rhythm, harder, faster, harder. Alexis gargled in agony and delight as she felt the godbeast's goliath cock throbbing inside her, stretching her insanely, a column, a tower of masculine omnipotence, a massive, monstrous symbol of his utter and total superiority.

She writhed helplessly, hands clutching into the chains wrapped around her arms as her body shuddered and trembled, her legs kicking uselessly at the air as she threw her head backwards with a cry of pain-pleasure, moaning his name over and over again even as she choked on his thick, dense, almighty essence. Even with all her power, even with her great muscles, she was puny, pathetic, nothing but a living and too-tight condom to the hulking monstrosity that was ravaging her... a god, a monster... an embodiment of rape and ravishment, and unstoppable embodiment of apocalypse that unrelentingly punished her defenceless body, drilling violent, bloody orgasms out of her in an endless succession as the great dark slammed into her again and again and again as the monster worked up to his full, unspeakable fuck-frenzy of a rhythm.

Alexis arched her back and gritted her fangs so hard that her teeth audibly ground together, a hissing cry of agonizing ecstasy escaping from her throat even as she choked on the thick black stuff bursting out of even her nostrils, and she gurgled his name over and over again as the rest of the world ceased to matter and became a far-away background noise as her mind reeled and trembled under the brutal force, the sheer savagery of her hulking invader, making her shudder in fear even as her body valiantly rocked back against him, fighting a courageous even if hopeless struggle, muscles flexing with enough strength to pulverize universes as her spectacular body healed her and regenerated her devastated passage in the wake of Killer's unstoppable, goddess-slayer cock. Whenever his monstrous shaft tore back, her body rapidly repaired the nightmarish devastation caused by his unholy sizes and terrible dark lust, renewing and rejuvenating her broken body just in time to clench hard against him again as he slammed forth another brutal pile-driving thrust, inflicting a horrific, unsustainable toll on her feminine frame. Anything, anyone without her tremendous strength would have been torn into shreds, blown apart like a cheap toy, totaled like a condom a few dozen times too small.

She screamed his name, then groaned-shrieked in lust and agony, her cries filling the tower and only making him grin wider as he growled lustfully: "Scream, bitch, scream! Let them all hear who owns you!"

"Killer! Killer! Killer!" She roared his name out, her hands snapping the chains apart like they were cobwebs as she bucked her hips wildly and threw her head back with another rape-fueled howl, her eyes rolling up in her skull as the huge male relentlessly punished her, only ever getting stronger and faster and more savage even as the minutes piled on and became over an hour, the tower around them quivering and shifting, corrupted and overgrown with massive tendrils and tentacles and masses of black, rape-hungry flesh, each massive appendage thick and solid, incredibly strong thanks to the chorded, massive muscles making them up. Whoever was left still alive in the fortress was either running away or hiding in panic as the sloshing sea of tar-thick precum kept swelling larger and deeper, flooding corridors and cells and barracks, cascading into the lower levels through large cracks that Killer's terrifying strength was ripping open in the reinforced concrete, the whole fortress rattling as his great toes tore craters and trenches in the floor, as his massive arms yanked the crystal cross out of place and his murderous thrusts carried through the castle with explosive force. Even the otherworldly, adamantine dark metal used for the structure and for the armors of the terrified gods hiding in it helplessly rusted and flaked away to useless dust, swords turning brittle and weak and falling apart as his impossible stench of supreme virility flooded the entire fortress and beyond.

Killer's terrifying power raped not only Alexis, but the whole planet around them, his endless hypervirile waste flooding out of the castle and rushing out over that unfortunate world in ruins, and Alexis's loud screams only spurred him into even greater ferocity as his ponderous, low-hanging, frighteningly heavy balls went into a nightmarish frenzy of overproduction, swinging with impossible force and flaunting their obscene mass while churning out gallons upon gallons upon gallons, no, barrelfuls, no, even more, more, infinitely more as he laughed darkly and growled: "I'll fucking drown this entire planet... my own brand of deluge will turn this sorry little pebble into a new and better world..."

He grinned, drinking of Alexis's gargling, the mindless screams of ecstasy and agony and need, the cries of raw desperation, the hopeless cock-choked rambling, the unbelievably obscene frothing and slurping and gurgling of overflowing black Alpha waste from her mouth only added to his pleasure and to his ferocious hunger, feeding the incandescent lust driving him into that vengefully powerful fucking. His balls produced at a rate that was incomprehensible even to the gods; that shamed ancient divinities who had claimed to embody fertility. The already vast reserves of omnivirile dark gunk swelled ceaselessly as his body flexed with raw omnipotence, his colossal cock throbbing and erupting unspeakable quantities of pure, supreme maleness, flooding the hopeless world without sanity or restraint.

Alexis's body dripped sweat as she felt, clear and overwhelming, the heat and sheer power radiating from those colossal balls which she could visualize even without seeing, almost able to feel them pulsing in their barely-contained fuck-fury., each hellish sperm-factory absolutely ripe with thick, omnipotent, incandescent, corruptive breeding batter. The more he unleashed, the more he produced, and every new blast of omnivirility was crammed with more and greater sperms, beasts of unholy, terrifying sizes which meant that every single one of them absolutely dwarfed the lifetime produce of a thousand gods.

She lost all control and restraint, her teeth gritted in a grin of pure bliss at his strength, at his ferocious hunger, at the ruin and devastation of the world beneath their feet; and her body moved of its own accord, rocking and grinding back against Killer as best it could, her annihilated pussy crying out her nectar in never-ending, grateful flood that mixed with her blood and ichors and gore... and became lost in the far thicker and far more plentiful black precum spilling, erupting, cascading out of her bulging, overfilled form. The ultra-potent batter flowed down the monstrous cock that kept pistoning in and out with unfathomable force, his rhythm unrelenting and merciless as he ravaged and ripped her apart. She could only recklessly beg for him to continue, thank him for how he was using her and cry out as the leviathan member hammered her cruelly into nothing more than a sleeve for his brutal, superior cock. She let her tongue loll out as she threw her head back with a cry of ecstasy, delighting in how he snarled and growled, snorting steam from his nostrils and turning into a real beast as he masturbated with her too-small body more than he fucked her. That was what she wanted, that was what she had been born for.

She lost all notion of time as he pummeled her with glorious force, and she grinned at the flashes she got of the world around them falling apart, rusting away to dust or ending up constricted into rubble by the endlessly growing mass of corrupted tentacles and fleshy growths spawned by that literal ocean of black precum. Oh, what would his actual orgasm be like...? She couldn't even begin to dream of that, but nothing really mattered anyway; nothing other than the fact that she was being used by him, that he was going to utterly, completely over-breed her and that was all.

His mighty pistons became even rougher and faster and unnecessarily ferocious, guided by bestial lust alone as he felt his pent-up orgasm drawing neared and greedily pleasured himself with her body, grinning as she still clenched helplessly, needingly around his hardening, gigantic godcock as it stiffened fully and swelled even larger, making her cry out loudly as she felt it bulge against her ravaged insides. She shuddered hard as she clearly felt his own body flexing, his muscles hardening, bulging with unfathomable power as the two enormous cauldrons of hotter-than-magma cum beneath the titanic abomination of a cock clenched with supernatural strength, roaring into action with such crushing force that they could have snuffed out stars, and he roared in triumph and domination as the immense shaft tensed and throbbed with ungodly, vengeful fury as an enormous bulge began to travel up around his already prominent cum-channel, making his already far-too-huge girth increase even more. His colossal cock was so immense that she had several seconds to gargle breathlessly, feeling that huge surge of impossible, invincible virility coming up inside her, and she had enough time to howl: "Fill me up! Fill me up! Give me a God to carry for you! Give me a son worthy of his daddy! Fill me up!"

"Only one...?" Killer teased, grinning though gritted fangs as he smashed his cock insanely deep inside her, feeling that first enormous load almost ripping her body in half as the bulge thundered its way up to his glaring, massive, flared cockhead with total disregard for her well being, storming towards her devastated body with the invincible intention of totally desecrating and conquering her feminine form. She trembled, feeling it coming, feeling it rising as it smashed its way through her ruined body with unstoppable, hypervirile power, until Killer finally unleashed his apocalyptic orgasm, erupting a spectacular geyser of dark, impossibly thick and incandescent cum that rammed into her form with indescribable force. She braced as best she could, impaling herself deeply and summoning other chains from the roof of the tower, grabbing on those as she felt the deluge literally pushing her off... but that was why he had those massive barbs all around the flared, massive cockhead: they hooked into her devastated passage and held her captive as that unfathomable tsunami of viscous, omnipotent cum exploded inside her and filled, coated, soaked, drowned every little and insignificant space that remained available within her utterly ravaged and overfilled form.

He slammed himself deep down inside her and used the strength of his towering, hulking body to stay there, his enormous medial ring pushing arrogantly into her groin and sealing that exit, while the monstrous flare of his bulging cockhead blocked that swelling ocean of seed deep inside her, while countless inches of veiny, thick shaft crammed her passage completely full. None of those precautions were necessary: he could impregnate her with any one of his countless immense sperms. But all of him was built to be brutally overpowered, and he threw his head back with a roar of triumph and ecstasy as that first impossible load exploded inside her with nowhere to go.

The ruined, cock-impaled shape of the goddess was devastated even further as her abdomen bulged and distended far beyond the limits of sanity as Killer's colossal testicles unleashed their oceanic fury. It blasted and surged through her with sadistic force, sparing no angle of her insides, pushing with all the pressure built up on the long way up his gigantic member, and those tremendous volumes of thick batter violently swelled her, then exploded out of her gaping ass, and out of her mouth, forcing her to vomit a blast of cum that arched across the room and smacked with brutal force into the wall opposite.

It was through a mix of loving mercy and savage lust that Killer finally growled and resumed thrusting, dragging his immense cock out and creating some vast void space inside her, just to immediately fill it up to the brim with his unending release... but at least, as he dragged far backwards, he allowed gallons upon gallons of the stuff to rush back out around his monstrous girth, cascading into the ocean at their feet with an audible, majestic slosh. His medial ring smashed into her hard enough to bruise her groin and cause her legs to kick uselessly at the air, and Alexis's eyes rolled up in her skull as she hugged her immensely swollen, grotesquely bulging belly, feeling how even her godlike, regenerating body struggled desperately to cling on to life under the body-shattering assault of his pistoning cock and of those meteors of undeniable, powerful life smashing into her. The first blast seemed to last forever, but as soon as it began to lose ferocity it was followed by another terrifying, world-drowning eruption of thick male power, the unholy, gigantic sperms splitting her once more as they were blasted inside her and also sent exploding out of her mouth once more, her body reduced to little more than a conduit for his semen even as her ruined belly bulged even further and so much of it deluged out around his tremendous girth, splashing down over his massive balls and running down his legs.

The third blast followed with even greater ferocity, and the fourth pounded into her with apocalyptic force, white-hot and festering with such massive, powerful life to make her tremble in agony and bliss and awe as she was crammed full of those omnipotent sperms. The omnivirile mass of unholy, powerful life hammered her insides, crashed into her body with reckless ferocity, the colossal blasts following each other in unrelenting succession, each new one heavier, bigger, darker, hotter, and more impossibly virile than the last. Again, Again. Again. Ninth blast. More still. Eleventh huge blast. And again. And again. She was crammed full of an ungodly, absurd number of billions upon billions of impossibly powerful and enormous sperms that she could clearly feel rampaging inside her, hunting down and devouring her precious eggs, so puny and minuscule and defenceless in front of those beasty, herculean titans which gang-raped her ovaries to destruction with merciless force, all of them fighting for supremacy, for the right to fill her up with new and glorious life, attacking her with ruthless ferocity, adding a whole new dimension of pain and ecstasy as they started raping her all over again. She lost count of how many tremendous loads he unleashed, and she had no idea how many long minutes he came for. So many... too many to count. Hours, perhaps. The dark titan was hell-bent on impregnating not just her but the whole planet, and his omnipotent body had the monstrous power of doing just that, of flooding every last corner of that tormented world with abominable seas of absurdly potent and terribly aggressive hypervirility. Screams echoed across the corridors of the ruined fortress, and other cries of agony and terror came from the devastated town outside, and Alexis could easily imagine those endless hordes of titanic sperms chasing down every last living being... every last victim they found on their path.

Alexis's mind sizzled with the thought, her lips cresting in a cruel grin even as a huge gush of thick cum continued to rush out with indescribable force, forcing her jaws painfully apart, making them creak and making a mockery of any attempt to bite, to chew into that ultra-thick payload of maleness. It wasn't a liquid... the fluid part of it was dense, viscous, sticky and overwhelmingly potent in itself, but it almost went unnoticed because of the sheer, brutal mass of festering, enormous sperms, massive and herculean, their tails stretching for many feet behind their huge, spiked, armored bodies. There was no force in the universe that could stop that horde of beasts, that herd of unholy, savage brutes.

Alexis's mind was as shaky and broken as her body, unable to comprehend the full magnitude of what he had done to her as she felt his cum continuing to smash violently inside her even as ungodly amounts of it flooded out of her mangled, hopelessly bloated body as she shuddered and trembled under his endless assault.

It took ages for that unholy deluge to slow down, and longer still before it halted, the huge male growling in satisfaction and licking his thick muzzle as he mercifully slowed down his thrusts, moving slowly, almost mockingly in and out of her devastated form, causing more and more of the thick cum to burst out of her. She gurgled and gagged on the magma-like stuff that kept bursting out of her mouth, coughing up thick black seed, vomiting gallons upon gallons of it even as her eyes bulged with awe at the sight of his titanic shaft, harder than ever and eternally ready for more and for worse. It was gloriously drenched with his own dark essence, but also stained with her blood, her gore, with the ruins of her insides and it commanded fear and worship, throbbing with even greater vigor than before, bulging with thick veins and jumping with great, formidable force as it flexed with arrogant dominance.

His endless load sprayed out of her ruined pussy, out of her gapping ass, stretched much wider than any gangrape could have ever hoped to, and out of her mouth as well. Her legs kicked uselessly at the air, twitching and spasming in an almost comical way. But there was nothing funny about the dark titan looming over her, enormous and powerful and insatiable, grinning viciously at the sight of her impaled upon his cock, hanging from it like an overfilled, bulging condom on the point of just bursting apart. Around them, the cell was completely drenched and festering with his hot, dark, omnipotent essence, the floor and the walls and the scientist's machinery all rotten and corroded and ruined by his incandescent, toxic cum, which also continued to cascade onto the helpless world outside the tower, tearing through terrifying breaches and wounds in the structure of the fleshy fortress.

Alexis trembled in agony and ecstasy at the scary thought that she had just merely scratched the surface... she had just gotten the first, pent up load of omnipotent seed, the one that was overeager to fire out, the quick one... the easy one... But many others would follow, because the hunger burning in his eyes was untamed, and his boulders, his moons, his planets of testicles were undiminished, glorious in their evil, merciless immensity and power. His godlike, chiseled frame flexed with monstrous strength and he leaned forwards with an eager growl, making her tremble as she felt smothered by his darkness, by his immense frame even as he was restrained by the cruel cross... and then she cried out as she felt the already insane pressure within her body becoming even more brutal as his unfathomable strength somehow plunged that monstrous godcock back inside her, pushing with frightening ease even against that unspeakable quantity of potent, virile essence. Her sight faded as she was engulfed by his glorious muscles and by his terrible darkness, and she trembled as that monstrous cock began to brutally rape her once more. "I needed that..." Killer teasingly commented, and the goddess beneath him trembled and hugged her enormously bloated body, dropping her face forwards to kiss into it, to feel the enormous sperms moving inside her as he slowly, oh so slowly bulldozed its way back inside her depths. He smiled a bit at the sight of her trembling hands massaging over her ruined, stretched-out abs, and his expression softened as he whispered: "I'm sorry... I kind of lost control there. It's... it's been a terrible while and... I needed it." He smirked and offered her an accomplice grin, softly teasing: "I counted on your strength and hunger, darling... hope it wasn't too much for you to handle."

Alexis did not reply, instead looking down at her enormous belly and hugging it tightly even as it caused even more thick, potent cum to burst out of her ruined holes and to come up into her throat, flowing out of her sore, gaping jaws. She licked it hungrily up, and closed her eyes in evident delight as she whispered: "I can feel him already, Killer... I can feel your sperms working to give him life. And oh, yes, it is going to a be a Him... a male to shame all males..." She kissed her enormous belly and then threw her head back with a wide grin, gloating: "There is no telling how powerful he will be... I'd say limitless, but no... that is so petty, so reductive... so inadequate."

Killer frowned a bit at that, and even though his mind was clouded over by painful stormy clouds of rampaging darkness, a shiver ran down his spine as he began to realize that something was wrong. The goddess grinned wider as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, grunting as her body creaked with the damage she had sustained and squelched loudly as every movement caused a deluge of excess cum to burst out of her. She couldn't quite pull herself up because the immense cock impaled into her was too thick and strong and impossibly hard for her to bend it, as the throbbing monster of a cock effortlessly sustained her whole body weight, allowing her feet to spasm and kick uselessly at the air, far from the ground. "His illustrious father is limitless. But he... he will go beyond even that! Can you imagine, Killer, the power that he will have...? No, of course you can't. Nobody can dream of it. The product of you, and me, summed together..."

"Alexis..." Killer began, but the goddess gently shushed him and seized him by the cheeks, kissing his lips hungrily, lovingly, pushing her tongue into his mouth and forcing him to taste his own omnivirile, potent, brutal essence. Again, Killer felt that something wasn't right, and his heart started to beat faster while something incredibly heavy and incredibly cold sunk in his chest, leaving him breathless with terror. Had he just committed a monstrous, terrible mistake...? Was it just jealousy and horror at hearing her talking with such adoration and admiration of another male, even if it was their son...?

He nearly froze in place for a moment, his tongue barely moving even as hers spurred and teased and pushed and wrestled... and her hands slid down the sides of his neck, then over his broad, masculine chest, pushing slowly closer to Requiem Aeternam.

Alexis broke their kiss and pulled back slightly, smirking as she hefted herself a bit further up along his monstrous shaft, trying to free herself from that vicious impalement, hissing in a mix of pleasure and pain as his massive barbs hooked inside her and his girth remained crammed into what was left of her womb, her helplessly clenching passage unable to let go of him. "See, Lion...? It was a wise decision to leave you chained up... but now... let me help you out of this torment..."

Her hands slid down to Requiem, which sizzled angrily and zapped her with a terrible discharge of malignant energy that made both of them hiss in agony, their muscles bulging and spasming out of control as their eyes met. Killer swallowed, trying to read in those eyes, so perfect and familiar and yet... wrong.

And Requiem moved back a little as the goddess grunted and yanked on the legendary weapon, beginning to extract it from his chest. His heart thrummed, and his hands clenched into fists as he once more pushed against his restraints, testing them, trying to break them, only for the cross behind him and all the chains and seals to glow as they attempted to drain him of his energies.

Requiem retreated further, but Killer continued to feel that something wasn't right. "Sing for me, my love..." He whispered, begging to hear her voice, as tears rolled down his cheeks. No. It wasn't right.

Requiem reluctantly moved backwards as the goddess's huge biceps bulged explosively... but she gritted her fangs in a snarling grin and once more ignored his prayer.

Killer was not surprised when the scythe suddenly plunged back into his flesh, pushing deep and cutting his breath off as it tore into him at a different angle, aiming straight for his heart as the goddess grinned viciously, her eyes losing the sapphire luster and turning hostile and alien.

"Thank you, Amon-Ra. It was a quality fuck, and the son that will be born will be true perfection, true omnipotence." The goddess hissed, and the illusion finally shattered as Alexis's features crumbled away in a puff of dark smoke, revealing Sikanjal in all her monstrous glory, even though her body was bloodied and battered and worn-out, bulging impossibly to accommodate his cock and his precious, unrivalled semen.

Killer hissed in agony and flexed his musculature, using raw physical power to fight back against her, forcing back the terrible blade of Death as boiling-hot tears rolled down his cheeks, his chest swelling with horror, revulsion, guilt and humiliation.

"You...!" He roared, struggling uselessly against the cross, hurting himself horribly as the stakes buried through his flesh ripped and tore into him.

"Me." Sikanjal confirmed with a taunting grin, even as she leaned forwards with all her strength, attempting to drive the scythe right through his heart. "I regret losing a stud of your caliber; it was the ride of a lifetime. But I'm afraid I can't trust Cerberus and Thanathos to deal with you appropriately. You'd end up being a pain in the ass. Besides, you slaughtered my sister. She was a bitch, but that still doesn't justify you!"

"Are they still alive, then?" Killer snarled, closing his eyes in disgust and horror. Everything had been a lie. Every hope he had built up. All the relief he had felt. Nothing had been solved. No. Things had just gotten that much worse, all of a sudden.

"They are, but once I absorb our son's power, their pathetic genetic cocktails and pale imitations of your power will be just chocolate bars waiting to be devoured. They'll be my first meal!" Sikanjal cackled, grinning maniacally as she hefted herself up as best she could and pushed on the scythe with her body weight as well as her strength. Her eyes flashed mischievously, and she grinned venomously before adding: "But one thing was true: I did kill your daddy."

Killer's heart missed a beat at that cruel revelation, but even his despair became nothing but added rage, fury that flowed into his veins like liquid fire and made his muscles bulge with terrifying strength, swelling to such prodigious sizes to rip through his own hide, making him bleed for a moment before his mighty body regenerated and only thrummed again, with even greater strength, his additional mass staying in place and immediately expanding even further. Sikanjal's eyes widened in shock at that, and she almost huddled up on Requiem, letting out a small cry of regret and terror as she felt him moving, as she felt the titanic black cock throbbing with ferocious might, swelling with an even more pronounced set of ridges that tore through her insides and maimed her organs as he rammed his behemoth shaft ruthlessly into her. She felt her bones cracking apart as that goliath monster cock grew and throbbed with ferocious power as the huge male snarled and rumbled like a feral beast, suddenly looking down at her from a body immensely stronger and bigger than before, while his terrifying beast of a cock couldn't even squeeze halfway inside her ruined, devastated body.

Sikanjal looked at him with shock and horror, eyes wide in fear and awe as she mouthed wordlessly at that demonstration of obscene power, trembling like a leaf and feeling her piss rushing down her legs, followed by a helpless deluge of orgasmic nectar, immediately followed by another as she shuddered violently, terrified and horrifically aroused, helpless in his shadow as he rammed forwards with his hips, truly reveling in his power now and granting her no mercy. He buried more of his hellish immensity inside her, snarling and drooling as blood exploded out of her devastated body as it ripped and tore, her pelvis utterly disintegrated by that vicious invasion that forced her legs so far apart that they snapped out of place and lolled uselessly from shreds of meat and organic-metal that threatened to give out entirely at any moment.

He claimed her utterly, completely, smashing forwards with merciless power, arching his back and snarling savagely as her body was wrenched into a painful, absurd angle before she let out a breathless, gargling shriek, her eyes bulging out of her skull as her chest exploded, blown apart by the monstrous length of the dark god's leviathan of a cock. It tore out of her like a monster being viciously born out of her grotesquely full belly, and ripped completely through her as he buried himself forwards with ruthless abandon. Sikanjal's hands lost all their strength and fell away from Requiem as her guts were pulverized, shredded and yanked out of her in bloody pieces caught between his cruel barbs, while a great cloud of crimson mist erupted all over her face and across the room, sending pieces of her insides and other unrecognizable gore splattering across the room.

She stared in awe and terror at the colossal tower of masculine omnipotence rising up in front of her face, trembling at the sight of that omnipotent, spiked flare that threatened to come down and crush her like a gnat. That colossal idol of hypervirility dripped and leaked blood and gore and ichors and filth onto her shocked, ruined face, and her horror only worsened as she realized that his precious semen was now flooding out of her utterly destroyed body.

The dark god snarled-grinned without joy, but with vengeful satisfaction as he mocked: "So weak, Sikanjal... way too frail and pathetic to dare challenging me while screwed upon my cock..."

He continued to thrust, and she gurgled out a breathless, useless scream as his medial ring viciously bulldozed his way inside her, brutalizing her body so much that both of her legs tore completely off and fell heavily into the ocean of dark cum flooding the fortress. His monstrous member rammed through the hole in her body, making mincemeat of her insides, pieces of her organs and ropes of intestines hanging uselessly, her body shaking and broken and her blown-apart belly rapidly deflating as the thick cum rushed out of the horrific destruction punched through her form.

"I created him, and I will annihilate it." Killer venomously assured, and Sikanjal gargled and struggled uselessly, flailing her arms that suddenly looked so small, weak and feeble... but then she closed her eyes and hissed: "No... no, you don't... I won't let you kill my son... my dreams..."

She had nowhere near enough strength to break free, but his cock had all the power that could be imagined, and she hissed in agony as she pushed against it with both hands, angling it back that little bit necessary for it to tear right through what was left of the front of her body, shredding her almost literally in half. Her devastated form fell heavily off the blood-stained cock, leaving behind shreds of torn meat and devastated insides, and the goddess plunged in the sea of dark, potent cum, vanishing under the surface as she was immediately swarmed over by an unholy, terrifying horde of ferocious sperms that gang-banged her with furious strength.

She fought them and welcomed them at once, hugging herself in a pathetic attempt to close her torn-apart belly and preserve the festering amount of monstrous, above-godlike life filling what was left of her body, and she struggled to push her head out of the surface, coated in thick, viscous black essence so incandescent that it made even her armory scales smolder and sizzle. She crawled away from him, trembling and spasming, more dead than alive but staring at him with a single eye full of hellish determination and insane, agonizing triumph. "I will survive. And I will carry Him." She gargled, her voice almost imperceptible, broken and breathless. "And then I will consume Him, and His power will be mine... and there is nothing you can do about it!"

"I made him, and I will destroy him!" Killer roared, yanking furiously at his restraints even as they savagely punished him from trying. Drool flew from his jaws as he snarled and cursed and growled, biting at the air and skinning his own arms in the attempt to break free, to get to the broken goddess. She was but a wingless gnat, broken and ready to be squished once and for all, and yet he couldn't get to her to finish the job. Tears of frustration and rage and humiliation rolled down his cheeks.

Sikanjal crawled all the way out of the broken, breached cell and with a supreme effort managed to teleport herself away, and Killer stared helplessly at the spot where she had been a moment before, trembling in fury and despair, feeling his head pounding as the darkness in his mind began to swallow him again.

"What have I done...?" He muttered, again and again, dropping his head heavily forwards and trembling as he hang from the cross, feeling like a complete failure. Feeling like he had betrayed Alexis; like he had betrayed himself. He had allowed her to trick him like he was the last of the idiots. He had allowed his cock to take the reins, and that had brought him to disaster.

He panted in exhaustion and disgust and despair, closing his eyes and fighting weakly back against the storm in his mind, knowing that he had to stand up to Darkness and yet unable to find the strength and the will to do so. He didn't want to fall back into warped, nightmarish memories. He was exhausted. He felt overwhelmed by his misery. Would that torment ever end...? What had truly happened out there...? Would he ever see Alexis again...?

He drifted helplessly in that limbo of semi-unconsciousness for the longest time. How long, he couldn't tell.

But at some point one metallic noise caught his attention... and he tiredly pulled his head up to look towards the mutated, warped, festering ruins of the wall of his cell, trying to understand what was happening.

He could see much of the corridor beyond through the large breaches in the wall, and it wasn't hard to spot a group of gods in heavy battle armor making their way forwards with great caution. Four of them were armed with oversized portable cannons and multi-barreled rifles mounted on their shoulders, and they advanced behind the cover of huge, heavy shields of crystal, going from corner to corner. Others followed behind, checking into the laboratories and accommodation blocks, clearing the fortress room by room. It was clear that Sikanjal's attack had been true and savage, and that her alliance with Cerberus and Thanathos was well and truly over. They had obviously undervalued both her cunning and her ambitions: she wanted far more than just revenge for the death of her sister, Regina. No, that had never been a motivation at all: she wanted the same absolute, unrivalled power that Cerberus and Thanathos craved, and they were going to have to deal with her demands. They had tried to buy her services on the cheap, no doubt feeding her lies and half-truths, but she was determined to make them pay for their arrogance.

Scared, confused gods and RA warriors emerged from the rooms where they had literally hidden and waited for the storm to end. They still weren't sure whether Sikanjal had left, and they were also worried by the possibility of her having left some nasty surprise behind.

The gods pulled up by the closed, massive shutters leading into what was clearly a high security research facility, and they knocked a few times before a voice creaked through a damaged loudspeaker. "Is she gone? Is it safe now?"

Killer grimaced in distaste and hate, easily recognizing that awful, squeaky voice warped by insanity, and his eyes narrowed in pure fury as the gods replied in their weird languages, struggling to convince the minotaur that he could come out of hiding. It took them a while to convince him, but finally the shutters parted and an imposing figure ducked out of the laboratory. It was much taller and bulkier than Killer remembered, but when the scientist straightened it immediately became evident just why: the demon had climbed into some sort of mechanical exoskeleton which appeared to have been assembled re-using some of the plates of clear crystal that had once made up Cerberus or Thanathos's power-augmenting armors.

The scientist looked nervously at his escort party, then gazed towards both ends of the corridor, eyes wide and arms trembling visibly as he searched for signs of Sikanjal, or for evidence of Killer having escaped... and when the monster saw the walls of the cell basically ripped apart, he let out a cry of shock and worry and rushed across the hall, loudly crying: "My equipment! My laboratory! My specimen...! If you idiots allowed him to escape, I will never be able to conclude my job...!"

The massive exoskeleton waded and sloshed loudly through the ocean of aggressive black sperm, using enormous discharges of electricity to drive the angry beasts back, and the armored gods followed as best they could, forming barriers of their own as they ventured in that murderous lake of dense, sticky masculine essence which reached easily all the way up to their waists and sometimes higher.

The minotaur ducked into a breach in the wall with a cry of seemingly agony, his eyes going wide at the sight of his cherished machinery and equipment completely shattered and corroded almost out of existence, consumed by the toxic, omnivirile cum... but when he turned towards the crystal cross and met Killer's eyes, his expression changed into a sly grin of cruel satisfaction. "Still here, huh...? Thanathos be praised! Not everything is lost; I can still conclude my research!"

The demon grinned in maniacal delight, clapping his crystal-gauntleted hands together as he looked down with absolute glee at the colossal sperms that circled threateningly around him, moving like sharks waiting for an opening in a succulent shoal. "And these beasts...! Oh, such incredible power, such genetic largesse! These will tell me more than anything I collected before..." The minotaur cackled, then moved up closer to Killer, throwing his head back to grin up at the looming titan, who dwarfed him even now that he used the special exoskeleton. The liger looked down at the scientist in a silence full of hate and powerless rage, and that only seemed to entertain the sick scientist even more, making him laugh loudly before pointing a large, gauntleted finger against the chained ultra-god, shouting: "Finally! Your defences have finally dropped! Come on, my specimen... we have lots of work to do, me and you... Master Thanathos needs your special juice. And this time... yes! This time it will work!"

Killer muttered a vicious curse, but he couldn't help himself as his eyes closed and his shoulders slumped, his imposing body suddenly feeling like a burden more than a blessing. The pain in his mind flared as Darkness no doubt assaulted yet another memory, and his body flexed in anticipation of the agony to come. Killer sighed and repressed a shiver of horror. In that moment he only wished for the earth to mercifully open under his feet, to swallow him whole and leave nothing behind.