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_ Envy, fears and greed. For all their power, gods are full of defects. _

Chapter 51 - Godlike power

The morning after, Killer woke up to see a world covered in white out of the window, as Gaia rested quietly, curled up against his side. Nearby, Adrasthea was sleeping on her side, turned towards him, her strong arm wrapped protectively around Gaia's shoulder and her hand resting on the male's thick chest. Vesta snored loudly on his other side, her head resting on his shoulder and her arms wrapped tightly around his own, the muscular demigoddess curled up against him. Killer had looked at her with a slight smile, wondering how he could have slept with her snoring in his ear all the time... But he only gently stroked a hand down her thigh, looked affectively down at her naked, powerful body. She had taken quite a pounding the night before, but her sex no longer bleed, at least. It still gaped evidently, though, even after a whole night of rest, and his thick, potent seed still leaked out of her, a streak of cum marking her thigh and a puddle on the sheet. It's a good thing that in Heaven there's no pregnancy if you don't specifically wish for it...

"But I totally want babies from you." Vesta cheerfully said, her sapphire eyes snapping open and staring up at him as a wide grin spread on her muzzle, the male wincing a bit in surprise, hating how most people here in Heaven could see into his thoughts so easily. "You will let me be mommy to your kids one day, will you...?" The demigoddess asked, before leaning forwards to nuzzle him, licking his cheek lovingly and kissing softly down the side of his face until she kissed at his throat, the male leaning his head back quietly into the soft cushion, smiling to himself. "You know that I love you." Vesta whispered lovingly, closing her eyes for a moment as she snuggled closer to him, pressing into his strong form.

"That must be the most direct approach I've ever seen. And I'm pretty sure most people would consider it creepy." Killer replied amusedly, looking down at her with a smile, before he kissed her forehead, then her lips, the Seraphim smiling at him and rubbing her hands gently on his thick chest while looking expectantly into his eyes. He gazed back at her softly, easily seeing how serious she was... And he smiled, squeezing one of her hands in his own as he said: "I love you too, Vesta. And sure... One day, I'd love to make of us a family."

"First you'd have to teach her how to be a responsible mother." Ira commented teasingly, looking up with a grin and a gleam in her beautiful emerald eyes as she crossed her arms under her chin, resting atop the male's huge, powerful chest. "Gods save us from the sluts that she would grow otherwise."

"Yeah, well, fuck you too." Vesta grumbled, sticking her tongue out at her and reaching a hand up to grab the cobra's muzzle, shoving her roughly away. Ira's eyes bulged in surprise, before she toppled down Killer's side, nearly crushing small, tender Gaia under her huge, strong frame and wincing as she braced herself seizing into the huge male's body, the snow leopardess merely blinking her eyes quietly as she awakened, looking briefly around before smiling up at Killer warmly. "Good morning."

"To you, sweetie." Killer replied softly, smiling down at her with affection, even as he hugged Ira to his chest, the cobra looking surprised but her body pressing eagerly against his, silently thanking him for his affection.

Gaia smiled affectionately, closing her eyes with a soft blush as Killer stroked her cheek with his strong hand, before Adrasthea shifted in the bed and opened her eyes, looking at them quietly and smiling softly to herself before yawning as she sat up slowly.

"Good morning, Lord Killer."

"We said we'd quit the 'Lord' nonsense." Killer reminded her, reaching an arm up to squeeze gently at her shoulders as the powerful female stretched her muscular arms and arched her back, the dragokkaren smiling as he stroked down her spine.

"True, true." She replied agreeably, turning towards him with a loving smile and bowing forwards to kiss his lips softly. "Perhaps 'master' is more adequate anyway." She whispered, winking down at him suggestively as she let her huge, firm breasts scrape gently over his thick chest, her large nipples rubbing into his strong musculature as he shook his head slightly.

"You are the Goddess of Strategy and Astuteness, and your power is immense, and backed by experience." The huge male said softly, smiling up at her. The female nodded slightly as he talked, and then she grinned widely, looking entertained as she shook her head slowly. "Is it your way to say that you should be the one calling me mistress?"

"Not quite." Killer replied amusedly. "Even if I probably should."

"Oh, master Killer..." The goddess sighed and rolled her eyes a bit, but she was smiling as she leaned over him and stroked her hands over his muscular, powerful shoulders. "For all my power, the only advantage I have over you at the end of the day is experience. I'm ancient. And I've been a Goddess with the full control of my powers all along, while you have been Sealed at birth and made mortal, or nearly-so. You are only beginning to get your power back now, and you'll need to adjust to all of your might, and to all your possibilities. It will be a long process, and a steep learning curve to climb." She paused, leaning forwards to kiss his forehead softly, before her hands slid down the thick, hard hills of power of his musculature, her fingers tracing down his mighty arms before she seized into his huge biceps firmly, making him grunt softly, looking up at her as she smiled.

"You are literally just getting started, Master Killer, and already your strength humbles the gods. Your strength is immeasurable, my powerful, mighty master. You've unlocked less than thirty percent of your near-unlimited potential, and you hold back... you are so strong already, and yet you have never really used more than ten percent of your power..." Adrasthea closed her eyes with a lustful sigh at this, which turned into a loud moan of delight as he instinctively flexed, his huge biceps bulging powerfully under her squeeze, as the goddess shivered visibly, letting out a murr as Gaia softly hugged one of the male's powerful arms, the other still wrapped around Ira, who was lovingly massaging his strong chest, resting her cheek against the potent muscle as Vesta stroked a hand down his shoulder, the other teasing idly at her own nipple as the female panted quietly, grinning as she listened at Adrasthea's words and nodding in agreement.

"Never, master and Lord Killer, have I felt a power this great before. You are Creation and Destruction, Light and Darkness at once. The two greatest, the two original powers, the source of all what exists... And yet, what I feel now is so little of what you truly are. Just a little hint of your greatness, with so much more yet to discover... I'm very little thing compared to you, Master. And I'll be even less soon, as you show us more of your true strength!"

Killer did not reply, more than a bit horrified by the arousal he felt growing inside himself as the mighty goddess praised his strength... but perhaps he was just scared by the fact that she was right. With just two out of seven Seals having been broken, he really wasn't anywhere near to even just thirty percent of his power... and with how much he held back, he hadn't yet used more than a tiny fraction of his possibilities.

"You have to know it, Lord Killer... having you near gives me ecstasy." Adrasthea admitted, breathing hotly as she leaned forwards to kiss his cheek hungrily. "Your sheer strength... your infinite energy... your prodigious virility... it arouses me, it pushes me into submission, it brings all my hungers and wishes to the surface." She closed her eyes, panting quietly as she bit her lower lip, her hands massaging his thick, potent arms in worship, before she let out a long, deep and drawn-out moan, licking her lips even as she said quietly: "I apologize, Lord Killer... I must sound like a cheap slut."

"No, I... don't think you..." The huge male replied awkwardly, grinning stupidly and blushing slightly when the goddess smiled amusedly and looked down at him with an expression that clearly ironically asked if he was serious.

"Ok, perhaps a little bit of a slut, yes, if you really want me to say it." The huge male huffed, rolling his eyes upwards in entertainment as Adrasthea nodded agreeably, smiling softly.

"She's not alone in feeling that irresistible attraction, anyway..." Vesta added softly, smiling a bit as she hugged his arm against her powerful abdominals, squeezing into his bicep hungrily. "It is in the laws of nature to be attracted by strength. Strength means protection, safety, refuge... none of us would ever admit it, but around you we feel safe. Even when you make me bleed, even when you beat the crap out of me, even when you pound me so hard that I feel like you'll split me in half-"

Killer rolled his eyes at this, poking her strong abs firmly and exclaiming: "You like it way too much when I'm rough on you, anyway."

"Fucking utterly love it." Vesta replied cheerfully, nodding with a wide grin on her face, before she softened and smiled, adding seriously: "And I know how much you like it yourself... but even with the blood you make us spill, even if people from the outside might think you are a menace to us... We know you actually love us. We know you will never spare any effort, any sacrifice, in order to protect us. We know that you would do anything, literally, to keep us safe and to make us happy. And that, goddess or demi-goddess, weak or powerful... is always invaluable. For all my strength, it's only around you that I feel safe, happy, and powerful."

Killer looked at her softly, smiling lovingly as she looked at him with adoration, before Adrasthea nodded and added: "You might think that Hell worships power and is ruled by strength... And you are right, it is. But what people do not imagine is that Heaven is actually even worse. Your power will always gain you adoration, Lord Killer, but also envy. For all those who will be eager to follow you, serve you, worship you, there will be haters as well. A crowd of enemies who will always plot to strike you down, to take your place and power. All of us, me, Ira, Vesta, Alcana and countless others throughout Heaven and Hell, perhaps with the sole exception of Gaia, here, by far the purest of us all..." The muscular dragokkaren paused, smiling down at the smaller, quiet goddess and hugging her against her side with a strong arm as the snow leopardess blushed deep red, smiling quietly up at Killer as the huge male softly gazed at her . "... we all are attracted by your power. Lured by it, humbled by it, aroused by it."

"But it is as Vesta said..." Gaia added softly, taking his large hand in her much smaller own and kissing his knuckle lovingly. "There is so much more about you than just your power. Power appeals to our wild dreams, our instincts and our bodies... But we love you with body, with mind and with our souls, because of who you are."

"Yeah, it is not just for the mile-long dick." Vesta teased, grinning widely even as Adrasthea looked at her flatly and Ira glared sideways up at the queen. The cobra female blushed softly as she stroked a hand gently down the thick, strong slope of his chest, smiling as he looked at her softly and then tilting her head slightly to the side as she nodded quietly to herself, before explaining: "You've never really complained for all what has been pushed on you. The more gets thrown at you, the more burdens you load on your shoulders, and yet, you carry on and push through without a complaint. You miss Alexis terribly, we all know it. You stroke that bullet around your neck seventy times a minute, roughly, and good part of Heaven wants you dead despite the fact that you are here to save us all, them included. This is amazing, and touching. You all but thought about killing yourself, without hesitation, and I know that you'd give your life it was the solution..."

"...or if it could save any of us." Gaia completed, smiling lovingly as she spoke her words in her quiet, soothing voice.

"Yeah..." Ira agreed, nodding a bit before looking at him softly, smiling and reaching up to cup his cheek in her hand. "And you've treated me well, from the very first moment. You accept me for who and what I am... you like me, even..." She paused, blushing scarlet at this and making the male smile in amusement as he reached up to squeeze her strong hand in his own. "You respect me, and you've been a friend to me from well before I understood it... And you stand up for me in any and all situations."

"It is nothing special, though." Killer replied gently, smiling at her with a quiet shake of his head. "You are a wonderful person, in body and soul and mind. And those who outcast you are either envious of your skills and beauty or just stupid and blinded by elitism and prejudice. If their eyes worked, if they looked and listened, they would treat you very differently."

Ira looked touched, brightening up visibly even as she snorted a bit and looked to the side, waving a hand dismissively... before Adrasthea observed calmly: "Heaven has been elitist and arrogant from very early in its history, Killer. Organizations such as that of the Righteous are the most evident proof of what happens when eons of self-adulation and a culture of superiority over everything and everyone get rooted in the minds of people and in circles of power and greed as the Council."

"Well, it is something which will have to change." Killer replied firmly, and all of the females around him smiled, knowing that he meant it... and that he would walk the whole long way to ensure that things would really change one day. No matter the risks and challenges to be faced.

"We love you, because we can trust you. Because you will do what's right, no matter the cost. Because there is nothing you won't do, no one you won't face and fight, nothing that will scare you away from trying to get things right." Gaia said gently, and Vesta nodded, before adding: "I feel well around you. You are a guide, someone I can look up to. You make me feel safe and loved. And I like you a fucking lot."

Killer laughed quietly at this, before nodding with a smile as he hugged the muscular female to his chest, kissing her blond hair affectively.

"Thank you... It... really touches me that you all see so much in me. I will always try to live up to your expectations, I will." Killer said, looking affectively over them all, and pushing backwards to sit up a little in the crowded bed before opening his arms with a welcoming smile, hugging them tightly against his strong frame as they snuggled into his arms.

"We know that our love and confidence are well placed, in you." Ira said gently, kissing his throat as she nuzzled into his neck, and the huge male looked down at her with pleased, touched surprise, tenderly gazing into her beautiful emerald eyes until she winked at him with a grin, pushing a finger against his lips.

"As I said, I'm bringing Ira back from the well in which I've imprisoned her for all this time. Fuck Hell, fuck Heaven, and fuck the goddamn council over everything else... I'm going to be me, from now on. I'll only be myself. And Ira wants to stay with you, touch you, kiss you..."

She grinned, winking at him again before letting out a murr of delight as he smiled and suddenly leaned down to kiss her hungrily, his hands seizing her by the hips and pulling her against his chest as she went limp in his hold, panting her breaths out as her eyes closed and her tongue eagerly met his, her fingers clenching into fists and unclenching as her powerful back arched a bit, the female pushing needingly into his strong form and shivering hard, making the rings and piercings adorning her cobra-hood giggle and rattle... before she sighed in obvious delight when he pulled back and smiled up at her.

"Welcome back then, Ira. I, for one, never would want you to be anyone other than yourself."

"I know..." The cobra demoness replied lovingly, smiling and nodding. "And I'm so grateful for it."

"Welcome, Ira. It'll be an honor to know you more with time. The time we've spent together already taught me that meeting you sooner would have been a blessing, and a great luck." Adrasthea said calmly, looking at the black scaled cobra with a smile, before hugging the demoness tightly, even as Ira blinked and looked both surprised and embarrassed, her eyes looking up at the ceiling as her huge, firm breasts pushed into the matching, glorious swells of the great goddess, their smooth scales rubbing together slowly. Adrasthea only grinned at that, though, and stroked a hand slowly and teasingly down the cobra's spine, kissing her neck, then her throat, and the demoness finally grinned back, murring hungrily and sliding her hands slowly down the goddess's sides, until she grabbed into the dragokkaren firm buttocks, making Adrasthea gape in shock for a brief moment... enough to allow Ira to press forwards, nearly shoving the goddess down on her back as she kissed her, invading her mouth with her long, flexible tongue.

Killer grinned at this, looking at the demoness in surprise, murring in appreciation as he licked his lips and tilted his head slightly to the side, his powerful body flexing hungrily as the two muscular females kissed eagerly for a long moment, their long tongues wrestling and twisting and battling, before Ira drew back with a wide grin and licked her lips.

Vesta gaped stupidly at this, staring at the cobra in amazement, before she let out a howl of joy and leapt forwards with a loud cackle, wrapping her mighty arms around the cobra's waist and tackling Ira down onto the bed, the demoness letting out a grunt as the queen of Seraphims straddled her. "Does it mean you'll finally stop being a cold fish?"

"Yeah, I'm just going to act like you and be a whore." Ira replied, glaring up at Vesta a bit, but the tigress seemed unfazed, instead smiling widely and hugging the cobra tightly in her arms, rocking the fellow female cheerfully as she laughed and exclaimed: "That's just fucking awesome!"

Gaia leaned against Killer's strong chest with a soft smile, wrapping an arm around his neck and trading an amused gaze with him before they both turned to look affectively over the two seraphims as Ira snorted and pushed a hand against Vesta's muzzle, shoving the muscular tigress away to sit up... but she was grinning, and Vesta herself only cackled loudly, spreading her legs as she felt on her back on the mattress, one hand sliding down her strong abdominals sensually, before she massaged her crotch and pushed a single finger into her still gaping sex, the black, tender lips of her vagina still spread wide and battered from the pounding of the night before, Killer's potent semen still leaking out of her overloaded womb.

"Oh, yes, Ira... I know what ripped your armor loose..." Vesta teased, her voice hoarse as she arched her powerful back a bit, licking her lips and closing her eyes with a low growl as her finger immediately sunk into still-thick cum, more of Killer's seed blasting out of her with a squelch, before she slowly drew her finger back, moaning delightedly as it came out drenched with cum, a thick rope of semen stretching from her depths to her digit, before it snapped and splattered wetly over her strong abdomen, making her flex her mighty muscles with a sigh of ecstasy. "I know it better than you yourself, indeed..." Vesta continued, grinning and opening her mouth wide as she brought her finger up above her face, stretching her tongue out even as she turned slightly, to look up at Killer as she hungrily panted, until a thick, large drop of cum fell down from her drenched finger, and she swallowed this hungrily, shivering in ecstasy. "Killer, our powerful, our invincible lord and master and god..."

Killer grinned down at Vesta, licking his lips slowly as she stared at him with need and craving, her chest heaving with her hot breath as her eyes glowed with praise and worship through the long blond bangs of her hair. The huge male then looked up at Ira, the demoness swallowing and trembling a bit as Vesta reached up and pushed the cum-soaked finger towards her, the cobra only breathing hotly and staring at this as the tigress slowly, teasingly traced her digit over her chest, drawing a heart shape with the thick semen.

Gaia and Adrasthea stared at this, resting on each side of the huge male, before Ira turned quietly towards Killer, looking at him adoringly even as she slowly bent forwards, until her mouth was a mere inch away from the finger that Vesta offered, the long digit still saturated with potent load. The cobra licked her lips slowly, gazing into Killer's eyes needingly, and finally she let out a hot, drawn-out breath, whispering quietly: "Yes... our great, invincible master..."

The black-scaled cobra stretched her long tongue, licking at Vesta's sharp claw and finger, scooping up a thick load of cum and savoring it in her mouth, murring deeply and shivering in delight as her emerald eyes never left Killer's own sapphire ones.

"Yes... taste all of his fearsome power. Learn to know the astounding virility of our lord! There never was, and never will be, an equal!" Vesta panted, grinning and arching her body again as Killer gently put his hand over her head, the muscular female pushing up against his palm and purring in bliss.

Adrasthea stared at this hungrily, one hand fondling with one of her large, sumptuous nipples and the other pushing slowly, tenderly up and down along the blossomed, wet lips of her tight sex, her eyes breaking away from the scene ahead only to linger down the massive, powerful body of the huge male, taking in the flex of his musculature as Killer looked over the scene with interest, resting back on the cushion and grinning, his immense black shaft semi-hard and already towering gloriously all the way up to his chest, already monstrously massive, bulging with veins and pulsing. The goddess trembled at the sight, her juices dripping from her blossoming sex and forming a puddle in the sheets, before she turned to the huge male and asked reverently: "May I, my lord...?"

She looked at Killer with a prayer in her eyes, her hand reaching forwards with hesitation and only the very tip of her fingers touching the thick, massive shaft, letting her feel it throbbing and growing even greater... And the huge male grinned, nodding and replying in a soft voice that nonetheless sounded like the most powerful of commands: "You must."

"Oh, thank you, my powerful master, thank you..." Adrasthea breathed, licking her lips hungrily as she slowly, reverently pushed forwards, sliding her fingers upwards along the immense length until her palm leaned into his firm, strong flesh, and she moaned loudly, closing her eyes and shivering as she slowly squeezed into the immense member, her fingers wrapping less than halfway around the monstrous girth as the female looked at this with adoring awe, letting out a hot breath and squeezing her crotch eagerly with her other hand as she breathed: "Yes... so great and powerful... so truly godlike... oh, fuck, yes..." She let out a loud moan, licking her lips hungrily as she slowly, reverently stroked his immense shaft in her hand, squeezing the goliath member greedily between her fingers as it throbbed powerfully and expanded even further, pushing her fingers further apart as she pumped him adoringly towards full, astonishing glory, Vesta turning to stare at this with a growl of delight as Gaia looked on in awe, clinging closer to the huge male as he grinned and rested back comfortably into the large pillows, spreading his muscular legs wide and revealing the full glory of his maleness, Adrasthea biting her lower lip with a moan at the sight of the colossal, bulging testicles resting heavily on the mattress, each gigantic ball crammed full with thick, incandescent cum, a few large veins protruding over the mighty orbs, as if he was too much, too great, even for his own white-furred sack.

"Oh, master... lord Killer, you truly do rule above gods..." Adrasthea breathed, shivering as she stroked his now fully-erect shaft with a hand, the other reaching up to tease the gigantic flared head of it as his foreskin left it fully released, the female tracing a finger slowly over the edge of his large flare, making him grunt with a lick of his lips, a thick volley of hot precum erupting forth and drawing a wet scar over Adrasthea's muscular arm, but also on her front, crossing her body diagonally all the way from the hip to the shoulder, a thick splatter on her cheek, and more of the fluid flying above her shoulder and arching in midair to loudly rain back down on the sheets, tracing a river of hot pre that stretched several more feet long.

Vesta grinned delightedly at that, arching her back with a loud and somewhat merciless laughter as she asked: "How many males' full orgasms does it take to match his first drop alone?"

"So many..." Adrasthea replied hungrily, trembling as her gaze met Killer's own grinning eyes, the male smirking quietly as he let her stroke his potent cock, more of his pre leaking from his member and coating her hand easily, her fingers eagerly spreading the wetness down the prodigious length of his shaft, before the goddess moaned and turned to the side, crying out: "I need to taste his power in my mouth... fuck, I need it...! I fucking need it now!"

Vesta smirked and lazily moved her strong arm to point her soaked finger at the dragokkaren goddess, but Ira snarled and seized her wrist greedily, pushing forwards and opening her mouth wide, taking the finger gently between her jaws and sealing her lips around it, eyes closing as she tasted the potent semen with a low, delighted moan... but she did reach forwards with her other hand, massaging Vesta's groin for a moment, before she shoved two long fingers inside the Seraphim, making the queen flex and release a grunt of surprised bliss. The cobra pushed in and out of Vesta's gaping sex for a few times, slowly, loving how thick cum squelched out of the overloaded female with the smallest of movements, before she quietly pulled her fingers back out, drenched in a thick encasing of Killer's essence, dripping heavy drops of cum as thick strings of the same fluid stretched between her digits and the ravaged lips of Vesta's vagina.

Adrasthea stared at this hungrily, and she leaned in eagerly, taking one finger into her mouth and suckling on it greedily, moaning blissfully as her back arched and her tongue lapped at the cobra's digit, and as Killer looked over this with a low growl of pleasure, Ira's eyes snapped open, looking firmly towards Gaia as the cobra aimed her other dripping finger at the shy goddess.

The snow leopardess hesitated for a moment, her cheeks burning deep red and her arms hugging Killer's huge arm to her slender form, her head buried against his massive bicep as she looked quietly at what was happening, her breath hot and faster than normal... but before Killer could turn to smile at her reassuringly, the shy goddess lunged forwards and seized Ira's wrist in both of her hands, guiding the cobra's soaked finger to her mouth and taking it hungrily in her jaws, eyes closing as she moaned in obvious ecstasy, Killer licking his lips slowly as the shy leopardess lapped his seed up and swallowed it greedily.

Vesta looked up at Gaia with a wide grin, and Ira smirked knowingly, teasingly pulling her finger backwards and grinning as Gaia followed, the goddess's cheeks on fire but the snow leopardess eagerly lapping up every drop, before flushing scarlet as she throatily rasped: "More... please, more... I need more, master..."

"I'll give you more." Killer replied, grinning hungrily as his eyes burned with lust, the huge male standing up and looking down at the females with a lick of his muzzle. "I'll give you more than you whores can handle..."

The three females looked at him hungrily at this, Gaia's cheeks burning deep red, but her eyes eager and almost hypnotized as she looked up at his huge body as he stood up from the bed. His eyes glowed with burning lust, his muscles flexing and seeming to bulge even larger, even more toned and powerful, the three females swallowing as his foot touched the floor and a quake rattled the house and the fortress, reality itself warping and trembling around his massive body as he grinned and cracked his neck gamely... but even so, even as his energies burned in the air, even as his hunger brought some of his fearsome power to the surface, they followed his movements with need, breathing hotly. There was no telling what he could do, how strong he was... his power was immeasurable. It scared them. It delighted them. It aroused them. Fear, they found, only added to their pleasure and need.

"You are seeking your master's bounty the wrong way... Come to the source. There's far more of that, where it came from." Killer teased, grinning down at them as he towered over them, powerful legs spread wide, gigantic testicles hanging heavily between his potent thighs and his enormous black shaft towering in front of his chest, a monstrous pillar of steel-hard flesh bulging with cable-like veins. He looked down at Vesta's gaping sex, at the thick river of his cum that was still leaking out of her, Ira's fingers once more pushing in and out of the fellow Seraphim's hot sex... and they stared back hungrily, licking their lips at the sight of the goliath testicles of the male, heavy with his immense, potent load.

"Thank you... thanks, our mighty, generous God..." Ira murmured softly, looking up at him with adoring eyes as she licked her lips and quietly moved down from the bed, dropping to her knees before him and bowing her head forwards, her cheeks flushed, but her hesitation gone.

"...for we are unworthy of you..." Vesta added, following Ira and kneeling humbly before the huge male, her prodigious breasts heaving with her hot breaths, her massive muscles flexing and bulging as she hungrily stared at him.

"... for your strength is too great, for you are far too powerful for us to worship you as you deserve..." Adrasthea continued, dropping to her knees and bowing forwards, leaning her strong arms on the floor, even as Gaia quietly followed, almost groveling before the huge male as she concluded reverently: "... for our bodies can never be enough, for our mouths can never be enough to single the praise your power deserves."

Killer grinned at this, his eyes glowing solid sapphire as he lazily stroked his immense shaft with a strong hand, towering over them like a mountain of massive muscles and power, the fabric of reality itself trembling around his powerful body... before his grin widened, and a ripple went through reality, the females looking up with shock as the world around them trembled like the image reflected in a lake in which someone had thrown a rock, warping in front of their eyes.

Suddenly, the tiny and crowded bedroom was gone from around them. Gone was the bed, the small deck at the foot of it, the little window, the flowers and vines covering the walls, the floor of simple wooden floorboards.

Instead, now the floor under their knees and under Killer's feet was made of enormous slabs of dark stone. As Ira looked around herself in amazement, she saw a row of immense columns on each side, forming a naive. Each pillar was the size of a tower, and the arched roof was so far above them that darkness hid it from sight, as where invisible the walls of the immense room. Where the simple passage into the sole other room of Killer's humble house had been, Ira could guess the faint, distant outline of a massive double-door of titanium and gold, the gates so massive that a whole cathedral could have been pushed through easily, and stored in this impossible, immense room. And it wasn't an illusion... everything was very solid and very real, making Ira stare with an astonished gape as she swallowed and murmured: "He... he just reshaped space and time... with just a thought..."

"Yes, he did..." Adrasthea agreed simply, licking her lips eagerly, letting out a moan as she wrapped a muscular arm around Ira's neck and pulled the demoness against her side, their enormous breasts rubbing together slowly.

The huge male looked mildly over the room born of his impossible feat of power, smirking to himself briefly, unfazed even as his body visibly grew a few feet taller, muscles hardening even further, gaining even greater tone and definition even as they grew larger and bulging with immense, terrible physical power, his testicles growing even more gigantic and bulging larger, heavier with an even greater load than before. His cock also grew in size, in hardness, in power, expanding to even more godlike proportions, before he sat down comfortably in a massive throne of stone that formed from nothing but thin air just as he moved to lean into it, Killer grinning widely as his hands seized easily into the thick arms of the royal seat, legs spread wide. "Come to your lord and master."

He spoke softly, but his voice carried like an explosion throughout the immense room, Ira's eyes bulging in surprise and shock as she shivered and her body trembled hard, collapsing forwards onto the floor with an howl of ecstasy as her untouched, blossoming sex clenched hard, her loins on fire with indescribable pleasure as she let out another scream, her fingers clawing at the stone floor and her claws sinking even into the rock, ripping deep gouges in it as she clenched her eyes shut and arched her back with a roar. "Yes!"

Her legs spasmed, her thighs instinctively rubbing together as her tight vagina clenched harder than it ever had in her long life, her insides a burning inferno of lust and bliss and delight even as she orgasmed so violently that it almost was painful, her desire dripping out of her out of control, before a flood of pleasure rushed down her clenching passage and squirted out of her sex in a thick spray, followed by others as her eyes opened wide, glowing emerald and drool flying from her lips as she let out another roar that was filled with shock, ecstasy, and a vicious feel of victory and glorious release.

She clawed forwards slowly, advancing towards Killer as he leisurely stroked his immense black shaft, looking over the incredible display with a slow lick of his muzzle. She tried to push to all fours, but her legs trembled violently as she orgasmed again, her juices exploding out of her with amazing force and sending her collapsing again, the demoness laughing in hungry, amazed delight as she crawled forwards, clawing her way on the floor... And for the other females, it was the same, as Vesta first arched her powerful back with a roar, throwing her muscular arms out and her eyes glowing sapphire, then collapsed on her back and rolled over with a howl of bliss, crying loudly: "Yes, yes, yes! Fucking hell, yes...!"

Her loose, still mildly-gaping black lips, soaked with his semen from the night before and with her desire of the very moment, clenched violently, sending out mixed, thick splatters of his cum and of her pleasure, Vesta looking delirious as she grinned viciously and slammed her fists into the floor, shaking the immense room and cracking apart the huge slabs of stone under her body like they were biscuits... Only for them to glow with the male's incredible energy and repair themselves as nothing had happened.

Adrasthea also crawled forwards, her muscles flexing almost painfully, muscles bulging with power and seeming to want to rip forth out of her own hide of smooth scales with the size of her musculature and intensity of the spasms going through her divine body, her pleasure squirting out of her sex and soaking her long legs and beautiful thighs and leaving wet, hot streaks on the stone floor.

Gaia was no exception either, the shy leopardess letting out a moan that turned into a breathless scream as her back arched and drool flew from her jaws, eyes rolling up in her head as her sex clenched viciously on itself, her abdominal muscles flexing powerfully as a large spray of her delicious, hot juice arched in the air and splattered loudly on the floor, the female panting hard and shuddering even as she dragged herself forwards.

It didn't even end before another climax hit them with even greater force, Ira letting out a howl of ecstasy that turned into lustful laughter as she dragged her body on the floor, one eye opening to stare up at the huge male as she panted: "Oh fuck, yes... oh my god... " She spasmed, then her eyes shut again as she flexed her powerful body with a roar, muscles bulging massively and a few of her scales all but ripping loose, small streaks of blood rolling down her arms as her biceps bulged explosively, almost like they were just too much even for her own scales to contain. Her eyes glowed emerald as she grinned savagely, letting out a shriek of delight through gritted fangs, as new thick blasts of her juices exploded out of her, along with a small gout of blood, her vagina clenching so hungrily and needingly that it almost tore itself.

Vesta roared, eyes glowing sapphire as her pleasure, her blood and Killer's potent seed all burst out of her in thick splatters, the black, gaping lips of her already ravaged sex clenching visibly and closing like a vice with the muscular contractions, the mighty female howling as she slammed her fists into the stone floor and dragged herself forwards with an hungry grin on her muzzle.

Killer grinned, licking his muzzle slowly as he looked down at the four crawling females. So powerful, so wise, immortal and glorious, and yet crawling on their bellies towards him, wrecked by mind-shattering orgasms so intense that they bleed. He leaned back in his throne, lazily stroking his monstrous shaft with a strong hand, his eyes expressionless and glowing solid, icy sapphire, his muscles bulging with terrifying power, his body glowing faintly with his godlike energy, his height easily increased to thirty feet and probably more, his titanic shaft over one hundred and eighty-four inches of astounding virility.

A thick blast of hot precum erupted forth from his gigantic pillar of flesh, arching in the air majestically and firing easily over twenty feet away before it began to fall down, his juice raining onto the four females and loudly splattering onto their bodies and floor... And Killer dropped his head backwards with a grin, closing his eyes as he savored the loud moans that came from the girls as they were showered and drenched in his essence, their bodies spasming harder and their skin and scales seeming to fizzle whenever the hot fluid touched them.

He leisurely thrust slowly into his grip as he lazily stroked his immense member, more of his pre leaking generously from the massive flared head and down onto his colossal shaft, his fingers spreading the wetness down the goliath cock, more blasts of his fluids arching forth and painting rivers on the floor of the room as his other hand gripped into the throne's armrest to crumble the solid marble. He felt powerful. He felt truly godlike and limitless, as reality trembled around him, as a force seeming limitless flooded his veins and feed his body with terrible, reality-defeating power, as two of the stronger goddesses of the universe, the queen of Seraphims and a mighty demoness of ancient, noble heritage crawled towards him panting and howling his name as they dragged themselves forwards meter by meter, their bodies wrecked by a succession of glorious, indescribable orgasms, their juices mixing with his pre to form an expanding lake on the floor.

He felt supreme and invincible. The only challenge was to hold back and avoid further warping and reshaping reality to his whims: he was barely conscious of the considerable growth his body had already underwent, and he had summoned the throne and changed the tiny bedroom into this dark cathedral without so much as a conscious thought. He felt the need and the power for growing far greater, far more gigantic and godlike, and to further warp the world into his playground, and resisting to his urges was the only real challenge he felt was left. Everything else, he felt he could accomplish with ease with the power he felt.

With too much ease, indeed.

The howls of the four females echoed in the immense room, Killer grinning widely as his eyes burned sapphire, pumping at his monstrous shaft lazily and sending massive blasts of his pre splashing down onto the four crawling, moaning immortals, their eyes glowing and opening wide as they flexed and their backs arched with moans of delight every time a heavy splatter of his fluids showered them... Until Vesta and Ira clawed their way forwards over the last yard and touched his foot, Vesta wrapping a powerful arm around his ankle and panting harshly, her tongue lolling out of her jaw but her face grinning nonetheless as she pushed her forehead gently against his muscular leg and she exclaimed breathlessly: "Holy fuck, that was so fucking intense!"

Ira groaned in agreement, stroking a hand lovingly over the male's foot and rubbing her other hand over a large, glorious breast, spreading and massaging his slick, hot pre onto her smooth scales, her eyes glowing a bright emerald as she licked her lips with a nod... And Adrasthea and Gaia shivered in blissful delight as they reached Killer's other leg, curling up against it and panting hard, the mighty dragokkaren goddess slowly and shakily pushing up to kneel before the huge male, leaning against his muscular leg and stroking a hand gently down it.

Killer looked down at them with a grin, eyes burning with lust... but then he grunted and shook his head a bit, rubbing a hand over his eyes for a moment before resting backwards into the throne, the sapphire glow in his eyes fading a bit, just enough to make his pupils faintly recognizable as he looked around himself briefly and then back down at them. "Sorry, I... I went overboard. I nearly lost it."

"Oh, no, you don't." Ira said firmly, her eyes still glowing as she shakily pushed up to her knees, leaning a mighty, muscular arm over his knee and shoving him back lightly, her palm pushing over his heart. Killer allowed her to push him back to rest into the huge throne, looking surprised, and the cobra looked up at him with loving firmness. "You didn't go overboard and you did not lose it at all. You are a God, and for a God it is quite normal to affect the people and the world around, when in a moment of heightened passion and desire. You are an incredibly powerful God, and one with a powerful affinity with fertility, with lust, with sexual passion... And this is normal."

"Well... not really. He shouldn't be able to so easily squeeze back-breaking orgasms out of us, actually. None of us here is your average immortal... you are a powerful demoness of lust, I'm a demigoddess and two full fledged goddesses, two of the most powerful divinities of all, are here panting by my side." Vesta observed cheerfully, holding up a finger and grinning widely, before she licked her lips hungrily and crawled on all fours between his legs, hands stroking at his strong, muscular thighs slowly before she nuzzled into his heavy, enormous balls, inhaling his scent with a low growl of delight, before she kissed one monstrous orb adoringly, tilting her head to the side to look up at the huge male from beneath the towering pillar of flesh of his immense shaft. "But that's just another reminder of how powerful our master is... just a fraction of his power, and he's holding back... and yet he makes us feel like he was pounding his cock into us all the way up into the brain."

"Oh, fuck, yes...!" Adrasthea exclaimed, her mighty musculature flexing with power as her sex clenched warmly once more, wetness dribbling out of her as she shivered delightfully through the tail of the last long, potent orgasm in a series that had caused her brain to shut down temporarily. She had no idea how many times she had climaxed, one after the other in a blissful, astounding succession... but hell, it had been glorious, and that she knew well. "Never, never before did such great virility exist... such unfair, immeasurable power... oh, yes..." She moaned loudly, her eyes closing as she crawled to Vesta's side, before nuzzling adoringly along the length of his immense shaft. "You didn't do a thing, Lord Killer... you did not use Dominate, you did not bend us against our will. None of us here has done or said anything that she didn't wish to say or do." The goddess paused, grinning widely before stroking her cheek down the massive length of his shaft, reaching one hand up to reverently grasp the side of the godlike member, stroking it with masterful slowness as she pushed her nose against his thick, potent black flesh and hungrily breathed of his mighty scent. "When I say that your masculine, powerful scent makes my knees buckle, it is because it really does... oh, it is virility, power, maleness, in their purest and most delicious form. It makes my pussy quiver and dribble in anticipation, because it screams out loud that you are the ultimate male..."

"Our praise for you is sincere and comes from the heart, from the bottom of our souls. Our adoration is not induced, is offered. And our prayers are for you to let us serve you and worship you as you deserve..." Gaia added quietly, looking up at him with glowing, loving sapphire eyes that nonetheless still let him guess her pupils and loving expression, Killer swallowing a bit as he saw clearly that the four females were speaking the truth, and acting out of free will, before Gaia bent forwards and kissed his foot in adoration, her hands humbly massaging his ankle as she smiled blissfully, kissing upwards along the neck of his foot and pushing her muzzle gently against his strong leg, her hands stroking along the thick, potent musculature.

"We will be your humble servants... your slaves... we will chant of your power and praise your glory with all of our bodies and souls." Ira added lovingly, gazing up at him hungrily as her hands stroked slowly down the powerful muscle of his thighs, the female bending forwards slowly and never breaking eye-contact until she was almost groveling herself before him, the cobra kissing his foot in respectful adoration, before kissing her way slowly up his leg.

"Please, allow us to be your slaves, your bitches, your sluts..." Vesta begged, eyes glowing a bright, blissful sapphire light as she kneeled between his legs and stroked her hands down either side of his massive shaft, her long fingers far from meeting even as she pumped the immense member, pushing her muzzle against the hot black flesh and sloppily kissing his monstrously-thick cum channel, dragging her long tongue up along it and drooling and panting on the colossal cock with need as she pulled it downwards a bit, cradling it between her huge breasts.

"... because that is what we are: slaves to your greatness, lovers to your person, sluts drooling over your power, bitches for your amusement." Adrasthea purred, bucking her hips slowly, the flexing of her mighty abs telling him that her ecstasy was real and rampant as her hips bucked with every rough, powerful clench of her sex, as her lips blossomed and shined with her juices, a small streak of blood staining her black-fleshed labia as she moved forwards slowly, her hands reaching forwards to stroke the base of his godlike cock, seizing firmly into his hard flesh and moving quickly up and down as her breath rasped in and out of her, mouth gaping hungrily, eyes glowing with need.

"Such astounding, unrivalled maleness..." The dragokkaren breathed, grinning widely as she arched her back and leaned upwards, dropping her head back with a groan of bliss as her firm, powerful abdominals rubbed into the underside of his colossal member, the huge cock spreading her huge breasts far apart and throbbing in the tight embrace of firm and yet soft, warm flesh, the goddess grinning and closing her eyes as the huge male let out a hot breath, grunting and thrusting idly back and forth with his hips, his immense length squeezed and caressed on both sides by Vesta's enormous swells, then Adrasthea's own prodigious bosom, the two mighty females stroking along the gigantic shaft with their hands, spreading a hot, slick moisture of his pre and their pleasure and desire which made his black cock shine like alabaster.

"So much male... too much even for us." Vesta growled in delight, grinning almost viciously as she pushed forwards eagerly, rocking her body up and down and squatting to stroke her hot-with-passion breasts along his monstrous length, loving how, on the bottom end of her movements, the underside of her swells slapped into the top of Adrasthea's godlike ones, the enormous black shaft spreading their titanic breasts apart and spearing through both of their bosoms at once, as even their hands found ample space to stroke at his flesh harder, faster, eagerly milking him as Vesta pushed forwards to kiss the flared head of his enormous member.

"And to think, males use to lose themselves between my breasts." Adrasthea added lustfully, grinning widely herself... And Killer smirked, hands gripping tightly into the arms of the throne and muscles bulging powerfully as he arched his back in bliss. It was easy to believe her words and picture the scene in his mind... Vesta and Adrasthea had enormous, prodigious swells, which could easily swallow between them any big bad male. But not Killer. Not him, not as power rushed through his veins, his body hot and radiating godlike energy and tremendous physical power, his height increased to thirty feet and his monstrous shaft grown to just as glorious proportions... even teamed up, goddess and demigoddess had to accept a bruising defeat.

"Too much power indeed for you two, arrogant bitches." Killer said hungrily, grinning viciously as his eyes glowed and he bent forwards with a flex of his powerful body, seizing the heads of both females in his hands and shoving them down with a growl, the two females falling backwards on the floor and moaning loudly as they looked up at him in dumb surprise. The male grinned, putting his hands gently atop Ira and Gaia's heads now, the two females curled up around either leg of the god and kissing lovingly at his potent musculature. "You two slaves need to learn to be humble..." Killer said calmly, lifting his feet up to step onto Adrasthea and Vesta's faces, the two females trembling in delight and letting out matching moans as they immediately kissed at the underside of his feet, even licking his cruel, curved talons, even as they looked up to see the huge male gently pulling the other two females between his legs, rewarding them for their faithful, humble worship. "... humble like Ira and Gaia, here. You two deserve a reward."

"Thank you, our generous, mighty master..." Ira whispered huskily, smiling as he squeezed her skull lightly in his large, strong hand, pulling her easily forwards and guiding her face to his powerful, steel-hard abs, the female moaning softly and eagerly kissing his huge muscles, stroking her hands slowly over his chiseled front, massaging his masculine chest.

Gaia purred softly as she leaned forwards over the huge male's powerful body on the other side of his towering, massive shaft, the two females worshipping him as they traced loving kisses up his mighty abs, before they licked up the slope of his thick, masculine chest, while their hands seized the base of his gigantic cock and slowly, lovingly stroked up and down the immense length.

Killer groaned in delight even as he grinned and rested back into the throne, half-closing his eyes as he looked down at them lustfully, and they gazed back with need and adoration as they stretched forwards to kiss at his throat from both sides.

He smiled, breathing hotly and licking at his muzzle slowly as Gaia pulled back, only so she could lean her head against the side of his immense shaft, pushing against it and rubbing her cheek slowly up and down while her hand moved sloppily along the hard length, fingers tracing the profile of a thick vein as Killer's huge shaft flexed eagerly under her touch.

The goddess's cheeks were on fire, burning crimson... but her eyes glowed with bliss and lust and adoration and need, her hips bucking and swaying eagerly and seductively as she slowly turned, moaning loudly as she closed her eyes and pushed her face against the immense member, grinding her beautiful muzzle against the side of the huge, hard length. Her breasts pushed against his colossal shaft, cradling and embracing it as much as they could as she eagerly arched her back, even if she lacked the prodigious bosom of the other three females, while both of her hands now stroked up and down along the first few thick, hard feet of his goliath shaft and her mouth kissed and worked eagerly against the enormous cock, her tongue lapping hungrily at his strong flesh as the goddess shivered in bliss, savoring his powerful taste on her tongue at the end of each loving lick.

Killer growled lustfully at this, feeling his own pleasure mounting rapidly, his powerful body flexing and a ripple going through reality as Ira groaned hungrily and arched her back, pushing the front of her body against the underside of his enormous shaft as she pushed her breasts against his immense member with her hands, muzzle pushing against his obsidian pillar of flesh as she dragged her tongue slowly upwards, towards the flared, engorged head of his cock. The huge male tried to repress a thrill of ecstasy that shot through his body as the cobra's long tongue greedily dragged along his protruding, enormous cum channel, her serpentine tongue sending his pleasure skyrocketing as she left a long trail of boiling-hot drool along his enormous length.

Even hotter was the feel of the river of pleasure and desire and need leaking out of her blossoming, eager sex, her black, swollen labia kissing the underside of his shaft and dragging along his length, bathing it in Ira's delight as the female groaned blissfully and whispered: "Do not hold back... don't resist... let us feel what it is like... to bathe in your seed, to feel your energy, your power, your virility, all over us... let us shower in your seed... drench me all over, soak me, bathe me, drown me in your semen. Please, Master... please. Come all over me!"

Her voice rose into loud cries, her hands gripping into the sides of his godlike shaft and pumping up and down, urging him on as she bucked her hips against him and lapped hungrily over the flare of his cock, tracing her tongue up the enormous head and pushing it in his large cumslit to taste even more of his potent precum, as she closed her eyes and moaned: "I want to drip with it... I want to bathe in it... I crave the blessing of your seed, I want you to mark me as yours... please, take me. Mark me, for today and forever... with your seed, with your load, your energy..."

She groaned hungrily, licking her lips before opening her jaws as wide as she could to force the head of his huge shaft into her mouth, Killer grunting in delight and seizing into the throne's arms hard enough to send cracks spreading through the thick stone, as Gaia arched her back with a cry of bliss, eyes shutting as she bucked her lips against his immense member and begged: "Give it to us, baptize us with your load!"

Killer grinned, letting out a low growl of bliss as Gaia trembled and her legs spasmed, thighs contracting rhythmically as her sex clenched hard, a burning inferno of pleasure wracking her body from the inside as hot, clear sweet juices flooded down her passage, squirting out to splash over the male's enormous shaft... And he lifted his feet from Vesta and Adrasthea's faces, in what was a silent permission and order, the two muscular females grinning and licking their muzzles hungrily as they crawled forwards, Vesta leaning forwards to shower in the squirting, hot juices as they streaked in rivulets down Killer's immense balls, dripping down to the floor.

She opened her mouth hungrily, drinking of Gaia's ecstasy and feeling her own sex throbbing with unbridled delight, as Adrasthea's body visibly pulsed with her pleasure, the Dragokkaren goddess nuzzling forwards into his sac, pushing her muzzle between the round, heavy, massive balls of the huge male, breathing heavily and inhaling his scent greedily, letting out a sigh of delight as her tongue stretched out to drag along the slope of a colossal testicle, catching a drop of his sweat and savoring it like the rarest and most precious of delicacies as a shiver went down her spine. "Delicious... everything about you is strength, virility, maleness and energy... Bless me with your seed, master, I pray you... let me swear my servitude and faith to you while my body heaves, wracked by pleasure, overwhelmed by your power, subservient and dripping with your seed... There's nothing I need more than feeling your load all over me..."

Killer shuddered in bliss as Ira murred and pushed forwards, both of her hands seizing the sides of his immense length and stroking up and down the monstrous shaft as she angled it down slightly, guiding it inside her stretched jaws and grunting in delight even as her jaws loudly popped, the female almost dislocating her lower maw as she slowly, teasingly pushed forwards, letting more of his gigantic length flood her mouth, the huge head of his shaft shoving against the back of her throat before she suckled on the strong, hard flesh and seized into the immense cock firmly, delving further forwards even as her neck bulged, his member invading her throat and pushing deep within her. Ira's eyes opened to look up at him adoringly, yet grinning in lustful victory, glowing with energy and hunger... and Killer's back arched, the huge male grinning widely and dropping his head forwards as he felt her long, serpentine tongue slid lovingly against his hot flesh, cradling the gigantic cock as it pushed into her, lapping eagerly at the thick layer of drool and precum that already covered the massive shaft, and Killer felt hot and cold shivers of delight rolling down his spines as her tongue darted back and forth and moved in ways that seemed impossible, all but wrapping around his enormous girth and seeming to pull, milking him, urging him on, teasing him into releasing his precious load over her... And as he felt his pleasure growing and growing and growing, his huge cock throbbing powerfully and his muscles flexing and bulging with might as his back arched, he realized that he did not want to resist. As the pleasure mounted rapidly, he decided that he wanted to give them exactly what they wanted.

"Let us bitches bathe in all that cum of yours..." Vesta teased hungrily, grinning almost viciously as she crawled forwards on all fours and rammed her shoulder into Adrasthea's own, bullying her way forwards until she managed to nuzzle one heavy, colossal testicle, soaking her face in the dripping juices of Gaia's orgasm, as the clear, sweet fluids rolled down the massive orb.

The dragokkaren goddess glared at her a bit, but did not resist, turning her attention swiftly back to the huge male as she fondled and massaged a colossal ball in both of her hands, kissing over the giant orb in worship and love, before opening her jaws wide, taking as much of the massive testicle as she could into her mouth, her tongue cradling the huge orb and guiding it inside as she suckled greedily on the male's immense maleness, moaning blissfully as her tongue darted back and forth in small, teasing circles. Her hot, panting breath washed over his sensitive flesh, her worshipful tongue lapping hungrily, but slowly and expertly, her hands massaging their way upwards until she seized into the monstrously-thick base of the well over one hundred and sixty inches of godlike cock, stroking the sides of the massive member as it flexed and throbbed in her hold, the female murring in delight as she recognized the signals, felt the heat in his shaft, guessed his skyrocketing pleasure and greedily stroking him harder, faster, urging him on as her own hips bucked hard and sweet nectar dripped out of her.

Killer growled in lust as Ira lunged forwards with an hungry groan, shoving more of his cock into her throat even as she pushed her groin forwards, grounding needingly against his towering, immense shaft and letting him feel the incandescent juices leaking out of her, letting him feel the way her sex clenched and unclenched rhythmically, her orgasm building up quickly as she bobbed her head quickly up and down, suckling hard on his cock, her throat muscles clenching and squeezing at his hard flesh as her skilled tongue somehow continued to work expertly, as Vesta purred loudly and pushed her face against the length of his enormous shaft, then arched her back to shove her huge breasts against his hard, hot and throbbing cock, and he couldn't resist thrusting firmly in and out of Ira's mouth, of Gaia's breasts, of their hands now all seizing needingly into his immense shaft, stroking him furiously as Vesta moaned loudly, nuzzling into his shaft adoringly and dragging her tongue slowly up the underside of the goliath member as she prayed: "Please... please... even though we don't deserve it... show us bitches mercy. Soak us... bathe us... don't hold back..."

Killer seized Ira's head in a large hand and he began to fuck himself harder into the tangle of bodies and loving hands, shoving ferociously down her throat as drool and spittle and pre leaked and splattered out of her lips in a wet mess, and he growled in ecstasy, feeling his pleasure growing towards the edge as he felt their bodies heating up quickly in need and bliss as they screamed for him, howling his name, urging him on, and he roared as he stared down at Ira as the cobra groaned loudly and her body spasmed and convulsed, wracked by a powerful orgasm, the female grinding forwards eagerly into his immense shaft, her juices spraying against him as her hands clutched at him greedily, pumping his immense length furiously even as she screamed through a throat that was crammed with his hard, potent flesh, her gargling sounds only adding further to his pleasure as he growled in delight, the base of his cock washed in her incandescent juices of ecstasy, her hot breath hissing out from her nostrils and teasing his hot, hard member as her throat muscles clenched and moved against him, squeezing into his steel-harder shaft as he savagely pounded in and out of her mouth, roughly pulling her face towards him to meet every vicious piston forwards of his hips.

"We can feel your power rise with your pleasure, Master... it is a delicious, unstoppable growth... stronger, and stronger, and stronger... oh, please, Master... give it to us... unleash over us. We live to serve." Adrasthea begged, her voice a worshipful, subservient whisper as she dragged her tongue along his colossal shaft, her long tongue licking, teasing, massaging all at once with indescribable skill, her lips kissing his hard flesh at the end of each word or lick, making him growl in delight as his body flexed with supernatural power, a ripple going through reality as the massive columns of dark stone all but seemed to bend inwards towards him, the dragokkaren goddess grinning as she gave a strangled moan of amazed ecstasy, her hips bucking fiercely.

"We crave it, we need it, and we beg for it... oh, please, please, Master..." Vesta added, moaning loudly as she fondled an enormous testicle and pushed her face needingly against the underside of his massive shaft.

Killer laughed, his voice hungry and almost vicious in his passion, his eyes glowing as he grinned widely, gazing down at them with dominance as he growled: "I'll bestow upon you my baptism and blessing, bitches..."

Gaia moaned loudly at this, kissing his enormous shaft one last time before she slid down to the floor, crawling backwards on her knees and gazing up at him with hungry, glowing eyes and crimson cheeks as she squeezed and rolled her breasts together... While Killer reached up with a hand and seized Adrasthea's head roughly, grinning as he shoved her hard backwards, sending the goddess crashing on her back on the floor, skidding backwards several feet, the dragokkaren letting out a loud moan of bliss and opening her mouth eagerly, stretching her long tongue out as she pushed up on her elbows, facing him with adoring eyes.

Vesta had enough time to look at the rough treatment reserved to Adrasthea, her eyes betraying lustful envy, before she grunted loudly as Killer kicked a foot hard into her powerful abs, sending her crashing backwards onto the floor as well, the Seraphim grinning in delight as she arched her back and her eyes glowed even more brightly, the female pushing up to her knees and rolling her enormous breasts together teasingly as she opened her mouth hungrily.

Killer stood up from his throne with a grin, enormous and mighty, his huge muscles bulging with godlike power as his eyes burned solid sapphire, the solid stone of the floor cracking like glass under his feet as he towered over the three females, one hand still roughly holding Ira's skull, the cobra demoness still sucking on his immense shaft, rocking her head back and forth to meet his potent pistons even as a messy moisture of drool and precum leaked out of the corners of her overstretched mouth, thick ropes of the slick wetness connecting to a pool of fluids soaking her ample cleavage and huge breasts, rivulets of it rolling down her firm swells as more thick ropes of slobber dangled from her chin, exploded from her nostrils, hang from his immense shaft every time he pulled back, thick splatters of juice raining down to the floor.

Her feet merely brushed the ground below with how tall and immense he now was, but her hands continued to clutch greedily into his monstrous cock, stroking him furiously towards release even as she chocked hard, glowing eyes staring up at him in submission as he rammed in and out of her throat, immense testicles slapping hard into her bosom and chin as he grabbed her skull in both hands and began to thrust harder and faster, with even greater power, until he roared as his first immense blast of seed exploded deep inside her, the tidal wave of his semen flooding her and splashing into her stomach, her eyes bulging wide as she felt his volley filling her up quickly, his cum bloating her stomach and pushing back up her throat as she gargled loudly but only continued to eagerly stroke down the sides of his immense member. His very first volley was still flooding forth when thick cum exploded out of her mouth around every hard thrust of the huge male, thick ropes of his semen blasting out of even her nostrils as Killer grinned widely, fucking her face savagely and snarling as he blasted forth his immense load, feeling her body spasming, her hips bucking and convulsing in delight as her hands trembled.

A second massive volley followed, even bigger than the previous one, and Killer grinned in ecstasy as he flexed and arched his back, his musculature bulging with the blissful feel of power, the huge male licking his lips as Gaia, Vesta and Adrasthea hugged Ira from the sides, pushing their bodies against hers, mouths hungrily wide open and tongues stretched, licking up the demoness' scales as his semen exploded out of her mouth and nostrils, coating ever breasts, splattering down all around her, thick drops of potent load raining onto the other three females, making them moan loudly in bliss...

Before Killer suddenly ripped back out of Ira's mouth, his enormous shaft coming free of her lips with a loud pop, followed by a thick gush of potent cum, the cobra collapsing onto her back and gagging loudly, before she struggled to hungrily swallow down a thick, huge amount of his semen, more of it covering her face and dripping from her body as she panted hard, staring up at him to see several thick ropes of seed still connecting her depths to his monstrous shaft... before most of them tore as his hard cock, now free of her throat, sprung backwards and slapped his masculine chest lightly.

Vesta hugged Ira tightly, rubbing against her to bathe in the seed that covered the cobra, kissing her hungrily and shoving her tongue into the demoness' mouth to taste his essence and maleness, even as a new, monstrous volley of cum erupted from his shaft, splattering over the four females, covering them in a thick white blanket and arching in the air over an astounding distance, firing across the cathedral-like room before it splattered loudly onto the floor, tracing a thick, large river of white over the dark floor.

Killer roared and seized the base of his member with a strong hand, stroking himself rapidly as he stood over the four females and angled his cock down towards them, his immense shaft throbbing hard with each huge volley, each massive load soaking the four females entirely.

They bathed in it eagerly, wandering hands smearing this semen over their huge breasts and long legs, rubbing thick cum over powerful abdominals and bulging biceps, as the females howled in delight and wrestling their soaked bodies in delirious bliss, showering in the thick load of their master and lover, before Vesta let out a blissful shriek as Killer snarled and seized her by the long, soaked once-blond hair, taking her skull in his hands as he shoved powerfully forwards with his hips, yanking her face forwards to meet his thrust.

She had already eagerly opened her mouth as wide as she could, but her eyes still bulged as he bullied his way inside her and rammed into her throat, stretching her neck wide as he fucked her face savagely, drinking of her chocking, gargling sounds as he blasted his immense load into her stomach, thick cum erupting out of her lips and nostrils as he flooded her... and then he threw her backwards like a rag, Adrasthea groaning loudly in delight as she pushed her head against his cum-soaked palm like a kitten as she opened her mouth wide, a monstrous blast of seed splattering her face and breasts, before he viciously stretched her throat out of shape, fucking himself hard in and out and releasing volley after volley, before moving on to Gaia, being no less vicious with the smaller, tender goddess, Nature working eagerly against him until she collapsed backwards with the other three females, laying in a thick, enormous lake of his sperm as he towered over them, his body expanding further, growing well over forty feet tall as he pumped himself furiously and finished his monumental release over them, soaking them up entirely even as they eagerly rolled over and tilted from side to side under the thick flow.

Finally, it was over, Killer grinning widely as he slowly stroked the last heavy, thick drops of his powerful orgasm out onto them, his huge cock pulsing before him and soaked in drool and cum, his own masculine chest, strong abdominals, huge testicles and legs all soaked and splattered with his own load, his hands dripping with the thick, sticky fluid as he looked down at them, the four females crawling blindly over to one another as thick semen coated them entirely and sealed their eyes closed, before they began to lick the potent fluid off from each other's faces, all four trembling and panting hard and blissfully.

"Oh, FUCK...!" Vesta cheerfully exclaimed when she finally managed to open her eyes, looking around herself to see semen splattered everywhere, even as she dragged her tongue delicately over Ira's own closed eyes, scooping up the thick seed clogging them and swallowing it hungrily, before bringing her dripping hand up to suckle her own fingers clean, one at a time, even as Ira licked over one of her breasts and Adrasthea and Gaia lovingly feasted on the thick load covering their own bodies. "Now that was a shower!"

Her voice was rasping and broken, cum clogging up her abused throat, but she looked up at Killer with passion burning in her glowing eyes.

"And he barely got started..." Adrasthea added, grinning widely and licking her cum-drenched lips as she looked up at Killer, the huge male almost fifty feet tall now, his hand leisurely stroking his immense, godlike length, a monstrous three hundred inches scepter of pure power, as he grinned and his eyes still glowed with burning lust.

"I never, never, never even dreamed something like this could be possible..." Ira exclaimed, arching her back and squeezing at her own huge breasts lustfully as she rested in the middle of the thick lake of his seed, looking up to Killer with eyes glowing a bright, burning emerald, while Gaia eagerly suckled one of her large nipples clean. "But if I'm dreaming, don't fucking wake me up."

"You are already awake, babe..." Vesta replied easily, shoving her face between the cobra's prodigious breasts and eagerly scooping up thick mouthfuls of semen with her tongue from over her smooth black scales.

"It went a bit overboard, didn't it...?" Killer asked amusedly, his eyes glowing with less intensity as he calmed and allowed his tremendous energies to subside and go dormant again, slowly shrinking back to his normal 20-foot-some height before he grunted and added: "Should have been at work long ago."

"Bullshit! The works on the new wing of the fortress are literally years ahead of schedule thanks to your muscles. An hour of delay won't change a thing." Vesta replied, shrugging with a grin even as she pushed herself back up to her feet, taking a deep breath as she swayed slightly on the spot and massaged a hand slowly down over her soaked sex. "You are a bastard. A whole night has passed and I still feel like I need a wheelchair to move around. Pussy-breaker."

"I don't mind the nickname, actually." Killer replied amusedly, walking towards her and showing her the palm of his hand, dripping with thick cum. The queen of Seraphims looked at this briefly, then grinned widely and eagerly bent forwards to slowly lick his hand clean.

"The energy in your seed..." Ira murmured dreamily, shivering even as she stood slowly up, before she hugged herself, eyes closing and a grin gaining her muzzle. "Do you feel it too...? It's... incredible..."

"You can fucking bet I feel it...!" Vesta replied, flexing her arm to make her huge bicep bulge with all of her tremendous strength. "There's so much energy that it works as a fucking power boost. I might feel like I need vaginal reconstruction surgery, but I also feel like I've got an infinite energy reserve at hand!" The queen said, grinning widely as she flexed her huge musculature and winked at Killer, who smirked back and shock his head slowly, looking amused.

"We'll better be careful for a good while when using magic or when using our physical strength... Master's cum is so ripe with energy that all our abilities will be boosted massively for a long period of time... it might be difficult to measure and control our actions." Adrasthea added, nodding wisely even as she grinned lustfully, Gaia standing slowly up nearby and nodding with a shy blush, smiling to Killer with quiet embarrassment, as if to apologize for her behavior in what had just happened, even as her hand continued to slowly rub thick, hot cum into the blossoming lips of her soft sex.

"We'll better clean up some." Ira observed seriously, looking around herself with a shy grin as she added: "There's way too much cum to lick it all up, delicious as it is."

"It's a waste, though..." Vesta agreed with a little sigh, nodding slightly before holding up a finger carefully and thinking of a simple cleansing spell, before she jumped backwards with a squeak as roaring flames erupted into being over the cathedral-like room and over their bodies, Killer blinking in stupid surprise and gaping slightly but feeling no pain at all since he controlled fire, the flames engulfing his body but feeling like a warm, soft massage at most. Ira crossed her arms with a snort, just as unfazed by the fire that was her element since she was a Passion, the demoness easily absorbing the raging flames into her muscular body, and the flames did not bother Gaia, either, who controlled all natural elements and merely looked amused by the fire engulfing her body for a brief moment.

The cum and blood and juices splattering the room and their bodies vanished entirely, but naturally a cleansing spell was supposed to generate a barely perceivable warmth, not a raging inferno of flames that was all but burning the stone floor and columns into magma.

Adrasthea winced in surprise, but she was able to quickly snuff the flames out with just a gaze, before she turned to Vesta with a glare. "I said be careful."

"Babe, I totally was careful!" Vesta protested, flailing her arms a bit. "I put minimum juice in the spell... blame him, he's super-hyper-mega-charged me!"

"He has..." Ira murmured agreeably, licking her muzzles slowly as she looked towards Killer with adoration.

Killer coughed slightly into a fist, grinning stupidly as he looked away embarrassedly, tracing his eyes over the tall arches and immense columns of the dark room, turning slightly to gaze back at the throne from over his shoulder, and he finally said quietly: "Better to get things back to normality. Perhaps... I'll just make the room a bit larger."

The huge male's eyes glowed briefly, and a violent ripple went through reality, warping the world around them, before they were standing back into the original, simple bedroom, with the small window, the large bed, the humble desk and the wooden floor, with Gaia's flowers covering the walls and with vines handing even from the beams of the roof. The room, though, was larger by a good margin, the window itself had expanded, and the bed was at least twice as wide as before, making Vesta grin cheerfully as she eyed Killer's huge and still hard obsidian shaft, rolling a black nipple with her fingers teasingly.

Gaia smiled amusedly at this, shaking her head slowly, and then, as vines and flowers grew once more out of her body to form a bikini over her sex and breasts, she announced softly: "I'll prepare some tea for everyone. Hopefully it'll calm us all down some..."

Killer let out a grunt as he shoved a massive column of lucid black lodestone into place. The massive circular pillar, smooth and beautiful in its dark, imposing mass, was over one hundred feet tall once standing, and was not secured to the ground by anything other than its massive weight and wide, stable base. There was little space for errors: a couple hours earlier he had pushed with too much strength, and the column had stood up, wobbled for a second or two, and then collapsed heavily in the opposite direction, smacking into the previous column, and causing a domino effect that had sent a whole row of six massive pillars crashing back down to the floor, rattling the whole monastery and the Monolith itself and bringing him back to ground zero after a long morning of monstrous physical effort, leaving him staring in horror as the dust settled and everyone glared at him.

In reality, Killer had to admit, the Lodestone that at the beginning of his training had nearly broke him in half with its hardness and weight was becoming less and less of a challenge with every day that passed. When he had started, so long ago by now, there was no way in hell he could have budged such monstrous columns of the heaviest-thing-ever stone. Now, he could single handedly pick one up from the floor and push it up standing... and very possibly past standing, knocking it over if he wasn't careful. The only reason why he didn't push two columns up at the same time was the naive between the rows of columns being of course way too wide.

He sneaked a gaze to the side, to see Vesta, Ira and Adrasthea sitting on a huge lodestone block, Gaia looking immediately up and meeting his gaze with a smile from where she was sitting on the still unpaved yard, surrounded by fresh-born grass and flowers.

He smiled back with affection, even as he felt his cheeks burning as he thought of how rough he had been that morning, ramming himself like an animal into her sweet mouth, unloading gallons upon gallons of his thick, potent cum into her depths, bloating her stomach like a balloon... Her cheeks had burned crimson the whole time, but she had been no less eager and no less hungry than the other three powerful females. Surprising, for someone as shy as Gaia was, but Killer had long learned that there was a lot about Nature that he still had to see and learn: for all her shyness, she had violent lusts and burning passions and strong urges... just like the elements she owned, she was calm and quiet most of the time, but she could become very fearsome, very quickly, like a typhoon rising from a raging ocean.

She was ancient, she was tremendously powerful... yet, she supported him, loved him, and submitted to him. All what the four females had said that morning, was not fancy acting, not sexy playing, but worships and pledges all too real.

It made him both scared and high... and it amazed him.

Adrasthea had been just as surprising, so eager and so thrilled by his presence, by his forceful dominance. The more of his power was shown, the more she shivered in lustful delight. A goddess of her power and wisdom, loving him and offering herself to him in such a way... it was nothing short of amazing.

And Ira, too, who really was throwing away her mask and ripping apart the chains she had wrapped herself into for so long a time... strong, proud and wonderful Ira, mighty demoness, skilled Seraphim, so strong and smart, and yet outcast and lonely for most of her life, chased away from Hell, barely tolerated into Heaven. Life had been cruel to her and all she had she had fought hard to get... Killer looked at her with a loving smile, and the demoness tilted her head to the side a bit, grinning slightly as she caught his look, before she nodded slightly as if to answer the question that had never left his mind.

Yes, I'm happy now.

Killer winked at her with a smile, before trading a grin with Vesta, the muscular tigress squeezing a large chunk of lodestone in a hand and leisurely using it as a barbell, flexing and relaxing a massive bicep at a calm, constant rhythm as she looked at him working. Considering the weight of the black stone, it was like she was idly working out with a main battle tank, or perhaps a small navy corvette as training weight, and the striking part was that Killer knew all too well that she was far stronger than that, and she wasn't using much of her juice at all.

Besides, the bath in his seed that morning had truly filled her up with further, godlike energies, as the little incident with the cleansing spell proved. All of the four females had received a massive, even if temporary, power boost... and while it was cool like hell to think about it, Killer was also kind of worried, if not horrified, by the sheer amounts of energy he possessed. They put him incredibly high up on the foodchain, especially considering that, as Vesta and Adrasthea loved to remind him, he was just at his starting point.

To be fair, he had been far above standard mortals well before this all started. Harder than a battleship's armour, stronger than anyone and capable to heal from his wounds at incredible rates, he had been an unstoppable juggernaut already in his mortal youth. But now... Now it was a whole different level the one from which he looked down. Already it put him far higher than most angels and demons and over most of the terrible creatures of the Middle Sea, fearsome terrors that everyone dreaded but that he had almost casually minced up into fish soup once. Mortals...? Ah! They were far, far below, so far down that he couldn't see them. It made him shiver as he walked towards another huge column of lodestone that he had earlier lifted all the way up from the plain at the base of the Monolith, flexing his arm lightly and feeling the power in his own huge bicep. Dark, the rival that so many years ago had worried him and Kesteven so much, he could have literally wished away, annihilating him just like that, with a thought or less. And Dark's huge, powerful armada, that in the battle of Wycherley had nearly overrun Killer and Kesteven's army both... today, he could have took on an enemy horde ten, one hundred times larger, on his own, and he could have obliterated the armada whole, without breaking a sweat, and facing the only difficulty of choosing how to defeat them. One flick of a finger would have been enough... or a gaze, using Dominate on them to turn them all into drooling slaves, or to turn them against each other, to have them massacring themselves in a self-destructive fratricide engagement...

The battles of his past of general, so hard fought and so dangerous, now would have been solved with little more than a thought, literally. It was fearsome.

And terribly arousing and tempting at the same time.

"Stop mumbling, and get to the frigging work!" Ira teased loudly from behind his back, and Killer grinned to himself as he felt the ripple of a sphere of the female's energy shooting through the air, the huge male merely allowing his body to react as a thick, black-fleshed tentacle ending in a flared, gigantic cock-head stretching out of his broad, muscular back and lashing into the incoming menace, breaking the sphere into a few motes of energy that lazily danced in the air briefly before fading out of existence.

Vesta whistled in appreciation, and Ira grinned from where she was standing, her hand still aimed at his strong back, the cobra nodding wisely as she said: "You are getting very good at using tentacles, very fast. Must be because you are such a pervert."

"Probable." Killer replied agreeably, bending forwards to seize into the edge of the thick, redwood-like column laying on the ground and grunting as he pulled up, struggling to find a proper grip on the smooth, lucid stone, muscles bulging explosively as the massive pillar started to come up.

Vesta nudged Ira teasingly, the two dangerous females trading a grin and a nod as the queen of Seraphims stood up and put down her makeshift barbell, reaching for the handle of one of her fearsome sickleswords instead as she walked forwards silently while Killer faced the other direction, carefully hefting up the massive column.

The Seraphim grinned widely as she reached him unheard, and she let out an inarticulate yell as she brought the terrible, curved blade up to strike, Killer wincing and nearly letting go of the huge pillar as he was startled, before a black tentacle lashed out of his back, shooting towards Vesta...

And Ira stared in surprise at this as she immediately noticed that this tentacle wasn't of the usual kind. No thick veins, no flared, enormous cockhead: the tentacle was smooth, obsidian and almost rubbery in appearance, and it ended in a muzzle lined with curved, long and deadly fangs, sticking outwards like sabers as two cold, cruel crimson eyes glared up at Vesta, the tentacle-monstrosity lunging at the sicklesword as it swung down and biting into the blade savagely, wrestling Vesta's powerful arm backwards as curved, deadly spikes and thorns of bones pushed out from the smooth surface of the tentacle.

"Dude, what the fuck!" Vesta exclaimed, gaping in disbelief for a moment before her expression turned to a snarling grin as she seized the handle of her sword with both hands, pressing forth with her monstrous strength as her biceps bulged and the tentacle--monster struggled to resist, twisting on itself even as it tried to rip the weapon out of her hands. "Ah ah, who's the strongest, now? Call in your friends!"

"You don't actually want me calling in his friends." Killer replied mildly, not turning back as he shoved the column up until it was standing, before whipping the sweat from his forehead with the back of a hand, smiling a bit as he surveyed his work and the pillar stood firm and solid.

"Do you control it...?" Ira asked curiously, tilting her head to the side slightly as she walked closer and looked at the tentacle with interest.

"Sorta." Killer replied sincerely, shrugging a bit. "I can tell it mentally what to do... like this." He paused, and the spikes covering the massive tentacle withdrew, before its body lengthened and thickened further, and it arched in midair, Vesta blinking in surprise as she saw a coil arching above her head, before it wrapped around her waist and squeezed powerfully, making her grunt breathlessly, even as she flexed her powerful musculature and wrestled against the tightening vice with the power of her chiseled abs.

"But it is very much alive. It can think on its own and... right now, it is doing things on its own, for example." Killer added mildly, looking to Ira as he calmly crossed his arms on his chest, while the tentacle-beast made a whipping, violent lash to the side, trying to rip the sicklesword out of Vesta's grip, even as its body managed to coil a second time around her body, lifting her clear off the ground.

"I don't know if I'm going to call that impressive or gross." Ira replied mildly, even as she smiled amusedly and asked teasingly: "You didn't know it would happen until it did, did you...?"

"I had no idea." Killer admitted, grinning stupidly as he rubbed a hand slowly in his proud mane... before he winced, pain stinging into his spine as Vesta growled and pulled her blade out of the tentacle's fangs with a mighty flex of her bicep, before her other hand lashed forth in a left hook that knocked teeth and black blood and drool flying from the beast's mouth. She grinned at this, and smoothly lashed her sicklesword out, easily beheading the tentacle with a clear, surgical cut.

It made Killer grunt and his back twitch lightly as the head of the monstrous appendage fell to the ground, spasmed briefly and dissolved, while the long tentacle body withdrew quickly into his shoulder, leaving no sign at all of its existence.

Vesta landed on her feet with a grin, but as she was opening her mouth to say something stupid, Killer glared at her a bit from over his shoulder, and she smiled widely in apology.

"Was that necessary...?" Killer asked calmly. "I had the delicacy of not letting it impale you with its spikes."

"That's where you fail. You shouldn't be gentle to me." Vesta replied easily, grinning as she held up a finger and waved it in a no-no-no... before wincing back slightly as Killer grinned widely and licked his lips slowly, two large and very angry tentacle beasts stretching out of his back and arching thirty feet into the air to glare down at Vesta, as thick as small trees and with deadly fangs dripping with acid drool that sizzled and melted the pebbles and gravel of the yard whenever a drop fell down to the ground.

She looked up at these with a blink and a dumb grin, before Killer laughed and one of the tentacle-monstrosities bent down to look at Vesta eye-to-eye. She looked confused at first, but then she smiled and reached a hand slowly up to pet the creature on the head, and it all but arched its long, snake-like body happily, closing its eyes with a purring growl.

"It has to be... like. The ugliest pet ever, but I like it." Vesta commented amusedly, scratching under the chin of the monster with a finger before looking upwards as the second tentacle-beast stared down at her huge, sumptuous cleavage. Vesta blinked a bit at this, and then asked calmly: "Are you staring at my boobs...?"

"No! How could I? I'm watching in the other direction entirely!" Killer replied in an 'are you mad?" voice, flailing his arms a bit, but Vesta only crossed her arms with a snort and asked: "Can you see through these things?"

"Ye... No. No, absolutely." Killer replied seriously, nodding firmly, before laughing as the muscular female punched him hard in the shoulder, grinning as she said softly: "Pervert".

She pulled him back towards her forcefully after an instant, smirking widely and licking her lips slowly as she nuzzled his cheek, then brought her mouth to his ear and whispered teasingly: "It is true, you shouldn't be gentle to me."

"I know." Killer replied easily, grinning himself as Vesta smiled and turned to Ira, the cobra flexing her powerful muscles slowly as she cracked her neck from side to side, a gamely smirk gaining her features.

"Be rough to us bitches now. Show us some of your juice... if you continue to hold back, you'll never really progress." Vesta said seriously, as she gripped the handle of her second sicklesword, drawing it and clashing the blades together with a grin as she walked away a few steps, Ira standing at the ready before the huge male, one hand already caressing the handle of Arctica, her long katana, the blade gleaming coldly and dangerously on her back.

"And keep working while we attack you." Ira added seriously, nodding slightly. "And don't half-ass it. Precision and focus are key to really improving, to really increase your power. Punches that shatter mountains won't win a battle if you can't focus on your objectives, and hit your targets."

Killer nodded in agreement, even as he winced inwardly, knowing all too well that the two dangerous females were tremendous rivals to face, even without having the additional task of continuing to build up a building by lifting enormous chunks of stone and putting them carefully into place. It sure made for a challenge... and he felt his powerful musculature flexing almost on its own accord as he took a breath and concentrated. He did not like losing.

Vesta slammed grinned widely as she cracked her back leisurely, standing at the ready and gazing to the side to look down the long room being built: the floor was mostly all in place already, and the walls on the two sides, no less than twenty feet thick, were growing. Alec, the only worked left alive of the group with which Killer had had to coexist from all the way back to his first days in Heaven, was working with a crappy exoskeleton which had been given the minimum indispensable repairs to be operative. Alec was essentially a coward, and had taken part to the attempted assassination of Killer out of pure fear, so that Killer had allowed him to live on... Not because he was moved to pity, but exactly because he loathed the cowards. For people like Alec, living was a worst condemn than death... and indeed, the bear had tried to hide in Orion after the battle, but members of the Righteous movement had chased him down mercilessly. He was the only one left alive of the massive army that had been sent against Killer. The Righteous had been nearly completely whipped out of existence in the fight... and now, the few survivors wanted to capture Alec, and make him pay for the disaster.

He had no fault in what had happened, but this, as always happens in cases such as this, had no real importance: the angry crowd just seeks the easiest target to slaughter in revenge, the poor idiot to call guilty and responsible.

And so there he was. After two weeks, Alec had quickly realized that the Righteous were no longer a powerful clan able to field an army and attack someone like Killer, but they were more than numerous, influent and powerful enough to make the life of someone like Alec impossible.

Whenever he went, he was often denied even the comfort of a shelter. His house, unsurprisingly, he found occupied by angry Righteous gangsters. He had fled, just barely, but with violence and economic power, the Righteous had been able to turn his life in a true hell.

Someone had helped him and given him a room, but when the Righteous had tracked him and launched their assault, either by paying the house-owner or bullying him, Alec had always been kicked out. He had been unable to get a new job and he had been forced to run and hide, all the time.

Eventually, Alec had given in and returned to the Monolith, where he had prayed Levant, the construction company's owner, to pardon him and allow him to work again in the building site.

Levant had been kind enough to accept, providing Alec also with a small shelter down in the quarry where he could live.

Killer was unfazed by his presence. The bear was terrified of him, and tried to stay out of the way as much as possible, and was especially careful not to make any noise, error or mess that could get the huge male liger angry. Indeed, without the other workers bullying him around and forcing him to be an ass, Alec wasn't that bad. Every morning he climbed into the exoskeleton and he started working, quietly and efficiently. Little talking, lots of working. And Killer could appreciate that at least.

Vesta gazed at the bear flatly for a moment, making a bit of a grimace even as Alec continued to guide his robotic armor, the huge arms of the machine lifting a colossal block of lodestone and slowly lifting it up to lay it into place in the wall.

Killer had brought up the mountain enough blocks that a huge deposit had been created in the fortress's yard, as he brought in more blocks than Alec and its robot could put in place... And so the liger had been assigned to a building and assembly job, instead of punching the mountains into bits down in the quarry before climbing the Monolith with chains wrapped around his body and tied to massive chunks of stone.

The liger had brought up several already shaped columns of obsidian rock, and he had lined them in ordered rows on the floor, ready to be lifted up to their standing position.

Vesta counted the columns still laying down, mumbling a bit to herself, then she nodded and said: "Ok. So the challenge is for you to lift all those columns up and set them in place as planned. Ira and I will try to stop you from succeeding. Simple."

"Bitch." Killer replied easily, grinning as he gave a slight nod of agreement. Vesta only gave a grunt of approval, though, and then she turned towards Gaia and Adrasthea, shouting: "You two wanna join in...?"

Gaia tenderly shook her head, holding out a hand in a refusal that was almost apologetic, while Adrasthea said clearly: "We will stay back and watch, for now. Lord Killer, please kick their asses."

"That's the idea." Killer replied, grinning as he looked down at the two powerful females, Ira and Vesta both smirking back at him gamely as they went into easy ready positions... before Killer leapt to the side and charged down the length of the room, sprinting towards the first of the columns, even as Ira drew Arctica and swung it in a swift, elegant cut that only barely missed his neck, the huge male ducking as his eyes struggled to follow the glint of icy blue light left behind by the sword. She moved so fast, that the pain came only a few instants later, as a fine spray of blood went up from his neck and a few long hair of his mane fell away. Immediately after that, the drops of blood iced in midair as a terrible feeling of coldness pierced deep into his throat, spreading from the fine wound. He felt chocked for a moment as ice started to cover his form rapidly, and his airways filled with it... before it exploded outwards, taking on the shape of knives as he made a throwing gesture towards Ira.

The female slapped them away easily with a circular swat of Vampira as she drew the second katana out lightning-fast, and Vesta charged after Killer with a wide, snarling grin as a thick rope of blazing white energy appeared around her wrist, before she lashed out with it like it was a whip and a wicked, curved blade of energy formed at the tip of the lengthening rope.

Killer let out a grunt of pain as the blade-hook sunk deep into his muscular, bare back, nearly knocking him over, before Vesta cackled and squared her feet, pulling him back with all of her tremendous strength as her huge muscles bulged powerfully.

The huge male snarled and reached backwards with a hand to seize into the thick rope, even as he stomped his way forwards, dragging Vesta along in a duel of raw power... before he howled in pain as the rope glowed and it began to greedily sap at his energies, lightning crackling down the length of the rope as it drained him of enormous amounts of vital force.

Killer fell to his knee even as his hand wrapped around the rape and tore hard forwards, making Vesta grunt as she staggered forwards a couple of steps, before she grinned and her eyes flashed, sending a blast of psychic force smashing into his back, blood spraying up from several deep, ugly gashes as he fell to all fours... Before he snarled as he saw Ira charging at him, both katana swords ready to strike. He stomped a foot hard into the floor, lodestone cracking like a biscuit under his toes as he blasted his energy down into the ground, sending it erupting violently from beneath the feet of the two Seraphims, knocking Vesta flying backwards until she crashed hard into an obsidian, enormous column, rocking it and sending cracks spreading from top to bottom. Ira elegantly leapt into the air, however, avoiding the blast of golden energy that knocked huge slabs of stone of the floor flying and crumbling in midair, and she shot forwards with a grin as her six mighty, enormous wings came into being, flapping hard once and giving her the momentum to lunge at him.

He grabbed the solid, cruel hook of energy sticking out of his flesh, ripping it out with a groan of pain as blood spurted out of the horrible wound as he threw the weapon hard towards Ira, the Cobra easily slapping this away with the blade of Vampira before she slashed Arctica in a smooth, cruel downwards arc.

Killer closed his eyes with a snarl as he swung his arm out to block the blow, forcing as much energy as he could down his limb and feeling warm, golden force spreading over his skin like an armor, before he stretched out his index, the finger glowing with burning energy as Arctica impacted against it with a metallic sound.

Ira grunted in shock as plates of solid gold layered the huge male's arm, Killer grinning as he lashed his arm out and shoved her away with his finger. She swung Vampira from the side, but the huge male twisted his arm and slammed his elbow outwards, meeting the slash with the deadly bone spikes on his joint, before two enormous tentacle-beats emerged with a roar from his back, lunging at her with drooling jaws lined with saber-like fangs.

Ira's eyes flashed emerald as she snarled, and the first tentacle burst into flames that almost instantaneously consumed the tentacle into ashes as the slashed her twin Katana swords in a X cross-cut, slicing the other monstrous appendage apart... Before Killer's own eyes glowed sapphire, and flames exploded forth from his body in a hurricane that washed over her with tremendous violence, the cobra flapping her wings hard and shooting backwards away from him before wincing as another tentacle stretched out of his back and coiled around her ankle, before whip-lashing through the air to slam the muscular female into the stone wall, the cobra roaring in pain as she crashed through the thick blocks of lodestone and sent the hard obsidian stone crumbling, before smashing back-first into the gravel of the yard outside.

"That's more like it!" Vesta cackled, and Killer turned just in time for her to smash a vicious hook across his face, sending him flying through the room to smash back-first onto the floor, leaving a crater in the stone slabs and bouncing up with a grunt of agony, rolling on himself until he managed to stomp down a foot to land in a crouch.

He looked up in time to see Vesta grinning and pulling back her sickleswords to strike, before two tentacle-beasts ripped out of his shoulders and lunged at her, closing their mortal fangs on the blades of her swords and whiplashing outwards, pulling her arms out to either side and leaving her powerful abdomen uncovered. Killer lashed a fist out towards her stomach, but she was even faster, one foot shooting up and slamming into his chin with tremendous violence, knocking him flying backwards with an howl of pain, drool and blood escaping his lips... before Vesta flipped backwards in midair, using the jaws of the two monstrosities as vertex as she stretched her leg out in a straight line to smash her other foot into his chest.

He smashed into one of the columns lying on the floor, and Vesta ripped her sickleswords out of the tentacle's jaws before cutting the heads of both monsters off with lightning-fast chops of the curved blades, the muscular female grinning as her eyes flashed...

But before she could blast her psychic wrath against him, his own eyes glowed a deep, icy sapphire, and Vesta winced backwards before gulping, stumbling forwards dazedly as she stared at him with hungry, empty glowing eyes, drool dripping from her mouth as she licked her lips. "Order me around, master... I will suck you off, right here and now..." Vesta purred, bent by his Dominate ability, before he glared towards Ira instead as the Cobra leapt back into the room, and the queen of Seraphims turned towards the cobra with a vicious snarl before charging at her with a yell of rage.

Ira winced at this, leaping backwards and swaying from side to side to avoid Vesta's vicious slashes and lunges, the cobra's eyes glowing emerald as she tried to bring the Queen back to sanity, while Killer grinned and seized into the first column, rapidly shoving it up to the standing position and running towards the next in line, tentacles stretching out of his back and shooting towards the other massive pillars to coil around them and drag them up.

"You bastard! This counts as cheating!" Vesta shouted, before snarling as she lunged between two slashed of Vesta's swords and punched her hard in the face, making the queen grunt as she stumbled backwards, blinking stupidly for an instant as she came back to her sense, glaring at the cobra and rubbing a hand over her cheek, a gash leaking a thin streak of blood.

"No, it does not!" Killer replied easily, cackling as he turned and seized into the column he had crashed against, shoving it up in its standing position with a grunt and a flex of his huge musculature, before wincing and swiftly turning to hide behind the pillar as Vesta charged in with a roar, swinging a gloved fist out and smacking the column, right where Killer's head had been a moment before, as he ducked down low when cracks spread into the stone and the column was torn in half like a breadstick, Vesta's fist coming out from the other side and hissing in the hair just above his head.

Killer's hands shot up to grab the top half of the colossal column as it fell over him, and he leapt back up to his feet, turning on his heel and slashing out with the massive pillar, but Vesta merely grinned and flicked a finger to the side, sending a tremendous blast of psychic energy ramming into him and sending him skidding backwards over thirty feet, his taloned feet ripping trenches into the stone floor and the column crumbling like a biscuit in his hands.

"You still are not putting juice in it!" Ira shouted, fangs bared in a snarling, excited grin as she shot at him like a missile, Killer leaping backwards and grinning as he brought his arms up in a ready position, forearms glowing with his burning energy... before the Seraphim held a finger up from the handle of one of her twin Katanas and quickly sketched a complex rune in the air, Killer staring at this in horror as tens of glowing, crescent-shaped blades appeared in a swarm around him, twisting around him in a hurricane that kept him prisoner, as the blades lunged at him viciously again and again, and he backstepped with a grunt, swinging his powerful arms out to knock the swords flying away, even as several of them ripped deep gashes on his chest, before his eyes glowed sapphire as both of the dangerous females charged forwards.

A wall of fire and magma erupted in a circular curtain around him, melting the flying blades into so much as vapor as he turned and sprinted towards the next column in line... But Ira was not afraid of any fire, and she charged through the magma with a wide grin, lunging forwards with Vampira and Arctica.

Killer felt her presence behind his back, and he reached backwards with his arms, hands gripping into the two deadly-sharp blades and stopping them before they could sink into his spine, even as ice immediately enveloped the left half of his body, and a terrible feeling of tiredness washed over him as Vampira greedily ate of his blood and energies, sapping at his vital strength as both blades sunk into his flesh, deep and straight to the bone.

Ira slammed her knee hard into his back, making him arch his spine with a roar of pain even as he turned and threw himself back-first into the nearby wall, hard enough to sink into the stone and send cracks spreading through the blocks.

The cobra was already gone, though, moving so fast that he could barely catch a glimpse of her fist shooting towards his muzzle, before a swarm of snarling tentacle-beasts ripped out of his shoulders and back, lunging at her and quickly coiling around her ankles, waist, neck and wrists, the demoness snarling as she fought against them with her tremendous strength, huge muscles bulging explosively as a few of the sturdy, thick leather straps of her clothing snapped apart, leaving her abdominals and potent biceps exposed as they flexed and bulged.

"Look at me, sweetie... do not resist me..." Ira purred, licking her lips as she looked at him with her beautiful emerald eyes taking on a blazing glow, and Killer winced, shaking his head quickly and trying to oppose himself as he felt the power of her own Dominate ability washing over him, filling him with hunger, with lust for her powerful, beautiful body, his blood pumping faster in his veins and his enormous shaft twitching hotly as it began to engorge itself domineeringly, stretching his jeans even more... It filled him with new vigor and increased vitality, but it also clouded his mind and left him staring at her with need and desire for a brief moment... before he grunted and shoved back mentally with his own power, eyes glowing sapphire as he whiplashed with his tentacles and smashed the cobra viciously into the floor, making her grunt in pain as the thick slabs of stone cracked apart and fragments and slivers went up in a spray. "This one game you can't beat me at."

Vesta walked across the firewall with a grin, a barrier of glowing white energy surrounding her before she held up a hand, palm up... And Killer had enough time to see a sparkle of the queen's energy glow over her hand before an enormous ray of light shot down from the sky like a laser, holy energy washing over him with tremendous violence, crushing him down to his knees as his black tentacle-beasts howled and shrieked in agony, writhing violently back and forth as they were burned horribly, black blood dripping and leaking out of them as they began to dissolve, Ira easily able to rip two of them apart like spider web's strings as she ripped outwards with her powerful arms, freeing herself and jumping back to her feet.

Vesta advanced leisurely towards Killer, grinning gamely as she continued to crush him under a cascade of pure, burning hot energy that melted the lodestone of the floor into a fine mist, before the queen of Seraphims seized a massive block of lodestone abandoned on the floor with her other hand, huge bicep bulging with power as she pulled it up high and threw it at him.

Killer stared at this with a snarl, gritting his fangs as he pushed upwards against the energy beam, muscles bulging explosively and a few wounds ripping open in his skin as his potent musculature seemed to expand past the boundaries of his body, the male roaring as he shoved his hands up and shouldered the unfathomable, tremendous weight, feeling like he was pushing the whole sky back up to its place... Before he slammed a punch hard into the energy beam, and it exploded in a hail of shards of deadly, sharp glass-like solid purity, as a beam of darkness shot from the huge male's hand up into the sky, ripping a vortex into the clouds above as he laughed coldly, standing back up to his feet and facing the two females with a wide grin, even as Alec shrieked girlishly from his exoskeleton as he hid in a corner of the large, devastated room and stared at the blade-like motes of energy sinking like grenade splinters through the steel body of the machine.

One of Killer's tentacles whipped towards the incoming block of stone, and it easily slapped it away, shattering it in halves that crashed on the floor out to the either side of the huge male, who challengingly strode towards the two powerful females, his eyes fixed on them as they stared at him with a mix of fear and joy and lust.

"You bitches wanted to see the juice... here it is." Killer said easily, crossing his arms in open challenge as his enormous tentacles arched from his back high into the air, before each of them reached for a huge column, coiling around it leisurely, before they were all effortlessly pulled up from the floor, high into the air.

Vesta snarled at this, holding her arms up and quickly murmuring an incantation as her fingers swiftly traced a circle of runes in midair, but Killer did nothing to escape as massive walls of crystal ripped out of the ground to form a thick mineral crib to imprison him. The queen grinned as she flexed her huge biceps and thrust her palms towards each other, sending terrible, tower-sized spikes of crystal forming, spearing inwards as the multicolored prison glowed and began to collapse on itself.

Ira stared at this nervously, wondering for a moment if Vesta was going too far with such a deadly assault... before she snarled instead and charged forwards as the prison of crystal exploded in fragments and shards as Killer punched it apart like it was made of glass, the huge male walking towards the two females like an unstoppable juggernaut.

Ira shoved a hand out, snarling as she caused ugly, vicious spikes of rock to rip up from the ground, lunging towards Killer's chest like spears, but the huge male merely grinned gamely as walked on, the rock shattering like brittle glass against his powerful body as it glowed with energy.

"You can do better than this..." Killer teased, grinning widely even as Ira conjured a huge amount of terrifying electricity in a large, crackling sphere that she tossed towards him, while Vesta roared and stretched her arms up, energy glowing in the air above her head before taking on the shape of several huge, burning meteors that she threw forwards with a grin.

The electrical blast exploded in a sizzling hell of energy against Killer's chest, before the first massive meteor smashed into him with a fearsome explosion, followed by others as Vesta roared and sent more and more comets crashing into him, the shockwaves blasting the nearby columns into fragments and gravel and dust... Before the huge male charged out of the smoke and fire and dust with a wide grin, making Vesta and Ira wince and stare in shock as he hit the ground and shot towards them with terrifying speed, almost vanishing from the spot before reappearing in front of Vesta.

She crossed her powerful arms in front of herself just as his foot lashed up and kicked her hard in the stomach, then smashing into her lower jaw and sending blood spraying out of her mouth and nostrils as his hand lashed up almost to ninety degrees elevation, knocking her flying bonelessly... before his foot came back down and smashed into her with terrifying violence, the huge male crushing the Seraphim into the floor and stomping on her even as he turned to throw a vicious hook punch that caught Ira in the stomach, her potent abs spasming against the tremendous blow as she flew through the room to crash into the wall, sinking into the stone like it was butter and sending cracks spreading over the whole structure as she groaned in agony and then collapsed on all fours, coughing raggedly and vomiting blood as her back arched in pain.

Killer grinned, clenching and unclenching his fingers into a potent, massive fist as his tentacles leisurely twisted through the air to position the dozen of enormous columns and put them into their intended positions, but he grunted as two vicious sickleswords made of blazing white energy appeared in midair and swung forwards to pierce into his chest, making his eyes bulge in shock and agony as blood sprayed out of his thick, masculine chest and he was violently hauled into the air, the ferocious hook-blades ripping through his flesh and muscle as they dragged him up.

Vesta pushed up from the bottom of the deep crater in the floor, looking up at him with a wide grin even as a streak of blood running from her forehead traced down her muzzle. Two more blades of energy formed in midair and shot in from the sides, neatly chopping two of the male's tentacles in halves as the beasts shrieked and the severed heads spasmed briefly on the floor before vanishing, two of the columns crashing back down to the floor and rocking the whole monastery with their booming, heavy fall, and Alec curled up in a ball, shrieking in terror as he hid in the corner and tried to make himself and the exoskeleton he was into as small as possible, hoping to stay out of the way of the terrible blows, hoping to go unnoticed.

"It's not over yet." Vesta said gamely, licking her lips slowly as her eyes flashed with battle lust, the female standing up and reaching an easy ready position, muscles bulging with power as Ira quickly stood back up as well, grinning even as she rubbed a hand over bruised, bloody abs, her scales broken and torn where he had struck her. "We always knew you are harder than diamond. But we are far from done."

"If you were, I'd have to call you pushovers." Killer teased, grinning back to them both as his remaining tentacles put the columns easily in place and then withdrew back inside his body, vanishing entirely as he assumed a simple ready position and beckoned to them with two fingers. "Bring it."

Vesta immediately complied, shooting forwards and throwing forwards a punch which smashed a column into dust and gravel as Killer sidestepped and twisted out of the way, as the queen of Seraphims exploited her momentum, turning on her heel and lashing up a booted foot in a backwards turning hook kick aimed at his face.

Ira charged in from the side, her fist shooting forth and the huge male grunting as he barely managed to bring his strong arm up to parry the blow, her strength enough to send him stumbling backwards, his back hitting a column just as the Cobra grinned and seized into his arm, easily hefting herself elegantly into the air and lashing out a turning kick at head level, energy glowing on her bare foot in flames as her eyes flashed.

Killer ducked with a wince, her kick smashing the lodestone into dust as easily as it had been a biscuit, chopping the top section of the column off, the huge male grinning as his eyes flashed up to look at this and he slapped the huge chunk of stone to send it rocketing towards Vesta as she advanced.

He reached up with his other hand just in time to stop another vicious roundhouse kick from Ira, his fingers seizing into her ankle as he grinned savagely up at her and she snarled in surprise and shock, before he swung out hard with a growl and sent her crashing into the wall.

He had not even time to process his last move as Vesta slapped the chunk of stone out of the air like it was a gnat and flashed in front of him, moving so fast that his eyes couldn't really track her, and he grunted as he suddenly found her standing in front of him, her eyes grinning teasingly up into his own before her fist slammed into his chest.

Killer coughed out a gout of blood and drool as his breath was violently shoved out of him, feeling his ribs cracking inwards with a groan of agony, even as he slashed his huge hand out in a hook. Ira ducked her head under it with a grin, unfazed, her fist still lodged into his chest as his solar plexus nearly caved inwards, before she swung both her feet up, using her arm as an axle to make an handstand on his chest, slamming her feet up into his muzzle faster than eyes could process.

Killer flews twenty feet through the room, crashing hard on his back and smashing a crater into the floor as Vesta gracefully flipped away, elegantly landing on her feet, and the huge male had barely enough time to bring his arms up in defence as Ira leapt towards him, grinning viciously as she held up the broken stump of a stone column, before swinging it down like a sledgehammer into him.

The lodestone smashed into his crossed arms with terrible violence, the male grunting as his arms throbbed with pain even as the stone shattered and rained down in pieces and dust.

Killer kicked both of his feet up and towards Ira's stomach, but the demoness easily slammed her feet into the soles of his own and allowed him to push her away, grinning... before she slammed her feet backwards into Vesta's forearm as the queen charged in with a grin and held it up, the cobra leaping forwards again as Killer jumped up to his feet.

His eyes bulged as he realized the error he had just committed, his hands lashing upwards too late to stop the demoness as Ira grabbed his head in her hands, feet slamming onto his shoulders on either side of his neck as she roared and crushed him back down into the floor, sending him shooting painfully backwards, his back tearing open and bleeding as he howled in agony, skidding and tearing a deep trench open in the hard lodestone slabs of the floor.

He grunted in pain as the dust settled around him, and he saw the end of one of the two columns left to pull up in place laying near his head. He thought quickly, and arched his back before kicking up to his feet with a snarl, rising one foot and stomping it hard on the column, making the other end of it jump up into the air, even as smashed a huge fist forwards as Vesta launched her own punch. Their fists collided in midair, muscles bulging with power as they both unleashed their fearsome physical power, and a terrible shockwave blasted from the clash, shaking the fortress and sending Ira stumbling backwards as the columns all around them cracked and fragments of stone splintered off... before the huge male leaned into the blow and his bicep flexed with power, Vesta's eyes bulging in shock as she was punched flying through the long room, smashing into the wall at the other hand and crashing through the stone like it was paper, the queen snarling in pain as she smashed down like a meteor in the yard outside, leaving a huge hole in the wall.

Killer snorted in appreciation at this, before wincing as the column he had forced to stand nearly topped down the other side, grabbing into its sides and holding it in place as he adjusted the position of the massive pillar, even as Ira charged like a fury and Vesta jumped back into the room with a roar of challenge.

Both females lunged at him ferociously, grinning as they lashed blow after blow against him, but Killer now dodged and parried the assault skilledly as he allowed himself to be forced backwards, keeping his eyes on them even as he retreated towards the last column left.

Vesta was the first one understanding what was happening, and she slashed a mountain-crumbling hook forwards, snarling: "Don't you dare...!"

But Killer this time dodged and slammed his open palm forwards into her powerful abdominals, sending her crashing backwards with a grunt of pain and surprise as she slammed into Alec's exoskeleton, the crying bear howling in panic and curling up tighter on himself as he tried to hide inside the armored cockpit... before he shrieked in denial as Vesta stood up with a grin and easily hefted the exoskeleton whole above her head, turning to throw it against Killer...

Only to see him kicking a foot up into Ira's stomach, knocking her flying through the room as he shoved the last column up in place with a cackle of victory and triumph.

"Lord Killer wins." Adrasthea commented quietly from where she was sitting on a large block of stone, smiling amusedly as Gaia, sitting at her side looked pleased and nodded in agreement, while Vesta glowered to the huge male and seemed to still be determined to throw the massive robotic machine towards him.

A sound of clapping hands made Killer blink in surprise and look up towards where Gaia and Adrasthea sat, his eyes widening slightly as he saw Levant standing near the amused goddesses, the old fox dressed in flowing, formal but quite simple black robes which only had a golden, swirling figure of flames around the neck and a thick leather belt at the waist, keeping the robes tight against his body. His friendly eyes were amused, looking at him from over the small, rectangular glasses on his long muzzle, a smile cresting his lips as he softly clapped.

Levant wasn't physically imposing, nor was he a warrior, or noticeworthy at all in terms of raw power, but he was productive and smart. From pretty much nothing, he had founded a construction company that he had been able to expand by means of hard work and wise management. With time, Levant had become rich and powerful, his company controlling most of Heaven's construction business, becoming particularly important and powerful by getting from the Heavenly Council the contracts for the construction and upgrade of fortresses and monasteries such as Eaglenest. Such contracts, of immense value and relevance, had made of Levant one of the richest persons in Heaven.

However, the once-mortal Levant had never forgotten the poor child he had once been, and he was also one of the most generous persons of Heaven, quiet and friendly by nature, and wise thanks to his many, many years of life. He was always ready to help or provide a suggestion, and he always treated his workers more than fairly, as the events with Alec had most recently proved once more.

"One most impressive spectacle, to say the very least, Lord Killer." The fox clearly said, looking over the devastated room with a smirk as he nodded a bit to himself and added: "If I ever had any doubt on you being the Amon-Ra, this little playful display of power has erased it."

Killer grinned stupidly at this, rubbing a hand slowly over his huge bicep as he gazed nervously from side to side over the ruined hall, which had been nearly entirely demolished, with the floor cratered and crumbled and ripped apart from an end of the room to the other, with the incomplete walls having been smashed into bits in several places and severely damaged everywhere else... and with the columns all reduced to piles of ruins as well, only shattered stumps standing up from the floor here and there, perfectly positioned, but effectively useless.

Vesta herself turned towards the clapping and froze in position at the sight of Levant, the muscular female grinning stupidly as she easily held the huge exoskeleton containing a shrieking, panicking Alec high above her head and asked lamely: "You... you are not making me pay for the damage, are you...?"

"We... went a little bit overboard." Killer added dumbly, coughing embarrassedly as he rubbed a hand slowly into his mane.

"I noticed." Levant said calmly, smiling warmly as he gave a nod of agreement, before bowing deeply as he added softly: "But do not worry, lady Vesta. I won't ask any payment."

"Good thing." The muscular female replied, grinning as she idly threw the enormous, battered exoskeleton to the ground, ignoring Alec's yelp as she walked up over the cracked glass of the robot's cockpit and reached Killer's side, patting dust away from her mighty abs, before bending backwards to avoid without even looking a playful punch that the male swung out at her, cackling triumphantly until Killer looked at her flatly, and the queen smiled apologetically at him.

"You won't pay, but he's gonna have me rebuild it all." The huge male snorted, and Levant nodded quietly, smiling amusedly as he pointed a finger at him in total agreement, his face taking on a perfect 'you bet!' expression.

"That's correct. But keep your mood high, Lord Killer, I'm here to bring good news... and your pay."

The fox smiled and easily reached for the thick belt that wrapped tightly around his waist, picking up a large bag of raw leather that hung from it, handing it out to Killer with a quiet grunt as coins giggled from inside the bag, his arm straining with the weight of the package.

Killer took the bag easily, and he shook it slowly up and down to hear the coins dinging, before he opened the package and stared at the incredible amount of large gold pieces contained inside. "This is... far more than usual." The huge male observed mildly, before idly slapping Vesta's hand away as she grinned and reached up for the money, looking at it eagerly from over his shoulder.

"It is many times more than usual, yes. I don't even remember how many." Levant said kindly, smiling as he put his hands behind his back and explained quietly: "Every coin in that bag is more than deserved, Lord Killer. Alone, you've done far more work than the whole force of my company could have done. You did speed up the work on this fortress so much that you've gained us all of the productivity prizes and incentives that were on the contract, even the fabulous super-prize that the Council announces to make contractors like me take risks and offer the best of prices in order to win the contract. That super prize that is as fantastic and alluring as it is impossible to actually win, since the Council deliberately requests a timeframe achievement for getting the money that simply can't be met." The fox paused, nodding slightly before he looked at Killer with a big smile. "Normally. Because for the first time ever, they have had to pay the super prize out."

"And did they pay it for real...?" Ira asked, crossing her mighty arms on her chest and looking at the fox suspiciously. "I'm sure they'd do anything in order not to see their money fly out of the window, bastards that they are. They have always used the super prize and other bonuses for early delivery of milestones to attract contractors to deals that are otherwise almost outright thievery, with how little they are willing to pay even for the hardest jobs."

Levant turned to her with an amused look, bowing to her deeply. "Lady Ira, it is always an honor." The fox smiled at her softly, before he straightened and explained calmly: "They certainly did not like it, but they have given me the money. To the very last promised coin. They never thought the timeline requested could be met, but now that Killer not only met but exceeded the requirements, they have to pay. They really have no alternative, Lady Ira. For how unpleasant and arrogant the Heavenly Council is, a defect that it does not have is that of not paying its debts. When most of your power depends on money and politics, you cannot afford to be known as insolvent."

"Makes sense..." Killer commented, idly pushing a finger between the coins, amazed by the richness he was holding in a hand and wondering just how big the prize had to be. He did know nothing about the contracts, the prizes, Heaven's market's rules: he had just been told to work in the quarry as part of his training, and Levant had welcomed him in and granted him a pay for his contribution, even though he wasn't an employee at all.

"That is your part of the prize. You've done an incredible amount of work so far, and done it well. Thanks to you, we are so much ahead of schedule that there is more than enough time for rebuilding this room ten times over if we wanted. So, don't worry." The fox smiled, looking at the much larger male with amusement and then suggesting: "Get a day off. Take some time to yourself, and buy yourself something nice. Perhaps something for Lady Alexis, too."

"I'll do, if I ever get a leave." Killer replied calmly, before turning to glare at Ira a bit as the muscular female only crossed her strong arms with a smirk.

Alec had his face pressed against the cracked glass of his exoskeleton's cockpit, staring at Levant and sneaking gazes up to the huge bag of gold coins in Killer's hand, before he fumbled with the opening handle and cursed as it refused to work, until he kicked it hard, and finally managed to dislodge it, the cockpit hissing open.

The bear groaned as he stood up dazedly from the seat, and then all but fell forwards out of the sprawled exoskeleton, his steps wobbly and uncertain as he made his way nervously towards the group, looking at Killer with a mixture of terror and envy at the same time.

"Oh, Alec. There's a little bonus for you, too." Levant said kindly, nodding slightly as he pulled an arm up to make a welcoming gesture, while taking from his belt a much smaller, but still consistent leather bag filled with money.

The bear looked surprised at this, looking up at the fox in disbelief even as Levant only smiled gently and held the money bag out to him...and Alec looked nervously up to Killer's eyes, trembling a bit as the huge liger looked back down at him, but then finally finding the courage to step forwards and take the money as the giant male liger pretty much ignored him.

"Thanks..." The bear mumbled, still looking dumbstruck by Levant's generosity even as the fox smiled... and finally the bear asked: "Why giving me this...? I've caused trouble. I was part of the assault on Lord Killer. The exoskeleton I used to work with was destroyed entirely... I... I do not deserve this."

"You are damn right, you don't." Vesta snorted, even as Killer looked at her flatly, silencing her as the muscular female immediately grinned apologetically at him and made a zipping motion on her lips. Levant looked at this with amusement, shaking his head slowly in quiet amazement... before he quietly explained: "You've caused me some losses, yes... I did keep count of that. The cost of the exoskeleton and of other kit was taken down from your bonus total, indeed. But you've been behaving excellently, and working hard ever since you returned. Without Luther and his bullies bossing you around, you are a good and reliable worker. You've given your contribution to this great success in the end... and that's the pay for it."

"The world is unfair... but not always. Good choices still get rewarded as they should, at times. By those very few honest persons that still are around." Killer said calmly, nodding slightly in agreement and smiling to Levant, who only shrugged dismissively, looking amused. Alec, after all, had really been working hard and professionally as of late, and Killer himself could confirm it. Overall, he had deserved the prize.

The bear looked up at the giant with a small gape of surprise, hands squeezing nervously into the small bag of coins, before the attention of everyone was caught by a clear, long blast of horn that announced the arrival of a company of Seraphims returning from the battlefield.

Killer looked with interest towards the doors leading into the wide yard of the fortress as tall, proud Seraphims in red-plated battle armor marched into the wide square space and orderly spaced out in a front several rows deep, before it broke down in four distinct blocks, each counting 5 rows of 6 powerful warriors.

Or better, they should have been rows of six Seraphims each... several of the lines were incomplete, the holes in the ranks purposefully evidenced as the tired but proud little army stood at attention. Killer looked at them with attention, and he smiled a bit to himself as he realized that the company had probably spent a day down in the plain below, camped and working to fix, repair and re-decorate armors, to clean and sharpen up the weapons, and ultimately to heal and cure the wounds. Each Seraphim had also had a bath and combed her hair in perfect order.

See an elite troop and a commander who cares for discipline and morale, of its unit and of the rest of the garrison. Here they are, back from a savage battle, yet looking fresh and clean and ready to go about it all over again, right now.

Killer's expert eye could still spot the faint signs of cuts and gashes and dents in the armors, where field maintenance hadn't been able to completely fix the damage up, and he could still catch sign of wounds over some of the proud warrior females... But they were minimal details, which most of the garrison missed entirely as the soldiers on the walls and in the yard pumped their fists to the sky with a roar of victory and welcome.

Leading the company of winged, deadly warriors, was a tall, muscular and potent female that Killer easily recognized, as she stood ahead of the first line of her Seraphims, at attention and wrapped in a golden armor that left her powerful abdominals bare.

The zebra was one of the very first persons Killer had met in Eaglenest, first meeting her in the showers the first night at the monastery, when he had had to infiltrate the fortress and get to Ira's home unnoticed. In later occasions, he had been able to spend some more time with her, and learn that her name was Manticora.

She stood proudly on huge, bare hooves that were plated in gold, her long legs toned and strong and beautiful in their shape and in the soft-yet-firm consistency of her muscular thighs. An elongated golden conical plate protected her groin, with other leaf-shaped plates of golden armor protecting her hips and rear, the armor shaped so to follow the breath-catching profile of firm, toned buttocks any male would have craved to squeeze. Her wide hips were complimented by a narrow, seductive waist, her abdomen proudly shown in all its glory as her chiseled, strong abs flexed lightly with her breath. A thick bra of golden armor cupped the sides of breasts that were enormous and gravity-defying in their firm, young and fresh glory. The armor covered her nipples, but left a large diamond-shaped window in the front of the bra, showing clearly how the huge boobs pushed one against the other down the middle. Her glorious cleavage also was left widely exposed, but a collar insert with rubies and gemstones covered her upper solar plexus and throat, with armored caps protecting her broad shoulders, thick muscle giving way to powerful arms and enormous biceps, her hands wrapped in gauntlets of gold and forearms protected by armor plating.

Her features were proud and beautiful, her muzzle slender and feminine and black in color, while her cheeks were white by marked by swirling black stripes that arched downwards down the profile of her lower jaw. Her deep, soulful and courageous eyes were a bright sapphire. Black stripes in her fur covered her body, expanding from her spine all the way around her hips, leaving only the abdomen and middle of her chest pure ivory. Her hair was arranged in a thick mane who stood proudly up atop of her head and down the back of her neck, her hair forming natural, alternating vertical stripes of white and black, and she had several golden piercings and rings in her ears. Her short tail ended in a thick tuft of black fur, which somehow reminded of Killer's own tail.

Vesta looked at the newcomers for a long moment, all playfulness gone from her face for the moment as her eyes very evidently raced over the ranks to dwell on the holes in the formation, before she traded a gaze with Ira, who nodded silently, just as serious and determined as the two powerful females walked quickly towards the troops at attention.

Killer looked after them for an instant, then turned to Levant and excused himself to follow the two Seraphims closely, as the fox turned to look over the assembled force, sadness creeping into his gaze as his expression changed, suddenly showing all his long years of age as he sighed and closed his eyes, thinking of how many times he had already seen holes in the ranks, and asking himself sadly how many more time it was going to happen.

Killer walked up to Vesta and Ira, but stood a little step behind them as he saw that they were already speaking to the zebra. He silently and respectfully listened as Manticora made her post-action report, Vesta listening intently and nodding now and then, to herself more than to the zebra, while Ira looked thoughtful as she processed the information in her mind.

"... we recaptured the town, and left a regiment of Angels from the 11th Division guarding it. They were already building a portal, and their force was much higher than expected. Either they got reinforces before we arrived, and the observation parties did not notice, or the guys of the 4th Division grossly exaggerated in the description of the losses they caused to the invading force. They were not tired and weakened; they were numerous, in good shape and willing to fight, and near to their full efficiency." Manticora explained, her voice taking on a cold, harsh note as she spoke of the apparently misleading reports they had gotten prior to being sent in action.

"We are Seraphims, we know we get called only when things are serious if not desperate, and that we are expected to win the lost battles, but the reports have deliberately lied. It had to be a troop of Gigataurs lead by a Bull King and supported by a powerful troop of mages plus other low-rank infantry, but it was far more than that. There were several Original Demons in there as well, and we were nearly overrun." The zebra coldly continued, before looking over her Company, gritting her teeth as she counted the holes in the ranks once more. "In the end, I'm surprised of how well we got out of it. We could have lost a lot more warriors in that fucking place. Still, 12 Seraphims have been lost, stupidly."

Twelve victims didn't sound like that many, but on a Company that had numbered 120 it was a significant loss, and an hard blow to a battle-hardened formation in which every Seraphim was a close friend to all the others. Besides, Seraphims were silver bullets. Elite troops which represented the best fighting force Heaven could field and incredibly precious assets. A trained, expert Seraphim could be replaced only in thousands, if not in millions of years.

"It is not the first time that it happens. There are officers in the regular army who want to wave their dicks and play the part of the big boys, adding kills and feats to their reports that they never actually accomplished. It is already hard enough to gather good info as it is, if our own allies create further confusion and deliver misleading advice, we can just go home and forget about it." Ira commented bitterly, before Vesta shook her head slowly and observed calmly: "It just proves that we need to prepare more of our own observation and reconnaissance parties. We are not preparing enough teams, and not doing it fast enough. There's simply no way to overstress the urgency of the measure: we have to speed up training of the recce teams again."

She was cold, focused, and rational. She always was, when the moment called for it. All her antics - or nearly all of them, at least - were left behind, the flirtatious nature abandoned, and all of her knowledge, skills and genius surfaced. A whole new kind of light burned in her sapphire eyes in moments like these, and she commanded respect and earned trust just with her presence. Vesta was a born leader, and the best possible head for an army. It humbled even Killer, and filled him with admiration and, of course, pride at the fact that such a powerful, wise and knowledgeable leader looked up at him as a master.

Killer looked at her briefly, smiling inwardly in approval and admiration as he nodded slightly. They had talked about it a couple of times, along with Ira. The problem was deceptively simple: the limited number of Seraphims were receiving calls from all over Heaven, all presented as urgent and vital. But with so few Seraphims in the force, Vesta could commit to the battles only small groups of her precious warriors, and she needed to have the best possible information in order to take the best decisions.

Having to rely on reports coming in from the angels on the frontline most of the time brought forth disasters: either the reports grossly overstated the consistency of the enemy force, causing an uselessly large number of Seraphims to be sent along, depriving other areas of the needed reinforcements, or, like in the case at hand, the reports came in loaded with unjustified optimism and inaccurate estimates, with too few Seraphims assigned to the task as a consequence.

The solution they had come up with had been pretty much forced upon them: the Seraphims needed to form their own reconnaissance and observation parties: these were small teams, counting 4 to 8 warriors, specifically trained to reach a battle area, infiltrate deep behind the enemy lines by means of stealth, and more often than not asked to take position in the middle of the enemy positions, hiding and observing, carefully estimating force levels, detecting strong and weak points, and collecting all the valuable information they could, carrying out swift and ferocious sabotages and raids when this was possible, on condition that their primary mission was not compromised. It was an incredibly dangerous and complex role that required new skills to be learned and others that were already there to be enhanced sharply. Some of the best Seraphims had been selected for the new teams, the first few being prepared for deployment as soon as possible. It was an expensive solution, as Vesta had to commit some of her best warriors, but information is key in any battle, and Ira, Vesta, Killer and even Adrasthea had agreed on the bitter reality that not acting would cost a lot more.

"How are you?" Killer quietly asked, and Manticora looked at him with a smile before bowing her head forwards deeply. "Lord Killer..." She said softly, looking up at Vesta with a question in her eyes before she smiled wider as the queen nodded easily, the zebra breaking out of the line to hug the huge male tightly. Killer smiled as he wrapped his arms around her strong, beautiful body, pulling her against his chest as he smiled and kissed her cheek affectively, the female wrapping her arms around his thick waist and pulling him eagerly forwards against her. "It is so good to see you, after all this time...and feel you so much stronger, even."

"Does it show that much...?" Killer amusedly asked, looking down at her with a smile as Manticora grinned and kissed his cheek lovingly.

"I could feel it from miles away." She replied matter-of-factly, before she looked to Vesta again, and her eyes flashed with happiness as the queen nodded with a smile, the zebra kissing his lips and then pushing her tongue forwards into his, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him towards her as the huge male kissed her back hungrily, their tongues wrestling playfully for a few long moments, before Manticora pulled backwards slowly, hesitatingly, licking her lips as she smiled and looked into his eyes quietly. "I'm fine, Lord Killer. With you near, I feel a lot better about anything and everything."

Gaia, Adrasthea and Levant walked towards them, regarding the assembled company with nods and smiles loaded with respect, before they greeted Manticora warmly. Killer had had the luck of spending some good time with the zebra, talking and learning about each other. She had been an added mentor, even, teaching him many things about Heaven and magic in their times together in Eaglenest. He knew her well, and he knew she was worthy of every respect, and for many good reasons. She was a demigoddess of noble and powerful bloodline. After Ira, she was the highest rank in Eaglenest's fortress, and one of the strongest and most skilled battle commanders Vesta and Heaven as a whole could count on. Excellent melee fighter, brilliant mage and powerful combat psychic, Manticora was an all-around war machine, daughter of a god more ancient than Elelyon himself.

Her father, Typhon, currently occupied one of the highest and most important seats in the Heavenly council, and represented, not just for his strength, but for his economical and political influence as well, a true third power center which rivaled with that of God and of the Circle of the Seven, especially in this period of crisis, with Elelyon far away and the people of Heaven scared enough to be easily swayed by people with enough cunning and power to order them down a path.

Talking with her, Killer had learned more of Manticora's past: she was one of several daughters of Typhon, and one of two he had had with the same mother, Echidna, one of his wives. He wasn't the easiest of fathers to have, power hungry and cold as he was: he hadn't given to Manticora and Chimera much in terms of affection and attention, but on the other hand he had been possessive of them from their very first moments alive. Typhon had been a father that ignored them most of the time, but who nonetheless kept them under strict control, to ensure that they were his, and only his. As soon as they were mature enough, Manticora and her sister had been used as lovers by their father, even as he sent them along to be trained as Seraphims.

Since then, things had only gotten worse. Manticora had told Killer of how Typhon order them to be controlled all the time, and put through the most massacring of training schedules, bringing both sisters within an inch of their death several times over in the hunt for excellence. The god, of course, wanted two perfect daughters to add to his prestige: he wanted them to take over the Seraphim's army whole, no matter the cost.

And all the time, Typhon had explained the Council to spread his power over Heaven, abusing of emergency ruling procedures to effectively take over the already corrupt assembly. With Elelyon far away from the scene, Typhon was pressing ahead with his plans, and Manticora had been very clear in telling Killer how much she was disgusted by it: Elelyon and Typhon had once clashed, so many millennia before, when Typhon had been the ruler of a huge empire comprising many planets and Elelyon a young, newcomer God filled with enthusiasm who had taken particular interest in the life that was starting to spread over one of so many planets in the universe.

Contrary to all forecasts, Elelyon had won that clash, and he had lovely tended to the growing life forms on the planet that Killer called Earth, but Typhon had not been chased away. Elelyon had wanted to fix things somehow, to bring everything down to friendly terms, and he had given to the ancient, far more expert god a seat in the council.

Clearly, though, the goodwill in the agreement came from just one side. Typhon still considered his defeat an offence to avenge, and he still looked at Earth, and to the Heaven and Hell that Elelyon had created as they all were his hunting ground and property.

Manticora was horrified by her father's behavior. She considered it a pure and simple betrayal... and her sympathy went all to Elelyon, without any hesitation. He had been far more of a friendly and supportive face than her father had ever been, always... and he had none of Typhon's ambition and greed, making him a far more reassuring lead to follow.

In the years, the rift between daughters and father had deepened further as the opinions and behaviors went diverging more and more. Chimera had eventually abandoned Heaven altogether, escaping from home and finding refuge in Hell, where she still lived. Technically, she was the first ever Seraphim to desert, and she was also wanted for high treason by Heaven... but Ira, Vesta and Manticora had actually all bitterly observed that Chimera had probably taken the best decision, and, indeed, they were more than tempted to do the same.

Killer smiled down at her gently, squeezing her teasingly closer as he kept his strong arms wrapped around her waist, the muscular female winking at him as gave the slightest of nods, letting him know that she knew exactly what he was thinking and worrying about... and that he really shouldn't worry, as she had made her choice, freely and willingly.

Killer knew, in fact, that things between Manticora and Typhon had worsened even further due to him. Typhon in fact was one of the most active opponents lined against Killer's presence in Heaven: he was a champion of the hard line, not stopping shy of suggesting that Killer not only wasn't the Amon-Ra, but that he was a dangerous abomination which had to be stopped before he could cause further damage and further "profanation of Heaven's purity". Manticora, on the other hand, had welcomed Killer like a blessing from the very first moment, helping him, supporting him, teaching to him and ultimately loving him, as well. At first it had been mostly about physical attraction, which had made her flirtatious that first night in the showers, when she had teased him and offered her naked body to his eyes and touch and whim, and then, as they spent time together now and then, as they got to know each other better, as she looked at him training and putting blood and sweat and will power in all of it, enduring the separation from his beloved one, enduring assassinations attempts and hostility and all sorts of attacks, much deeper attraction and interest had developed, going far past the mighty muscle and imposing, huge manly body.

It was, of course, a source of new and worse conflict between daughter and father, but Manticora had no intention at all of staying away from Killer, and the huge male could only be glad and touched for it.

"How did the battle unfold?" Ira finally asked, a finger beating nervously over her huge bicep as she kept her arms crossed on her chest, clearly impatient and eager to learn the details in order to immediately plan for improvements, like the wise and excellent leader that she was. Adrasthea and Vesta also looked towards Manticora, clearly interested, but the golden-armored Seraphim held up a finger to silence their incoming questions as she looked into Killer's eyes, saying clearly: "Later. Now I fear we've an emergency on our hands: we saw a delegation of the Heavenly Council coming this way, and they'll be here very soon. Unfortunately, I think they are coming for Lord Killer."

"Composition of the force?" Vesta immediately asked, her eyes flashing as her hands clenched into fists, the muscular female repressing a tremble of fury and nervousness at the same time.

"Paladins, twenty of them. Then Prince Michael, my father, and my husband." Manticora muttered, making a grimace as she half-consciously twisted the large ring of gold on her finger.

Vesta cursed under her breath, looking towards Killer nervously before murmuring: "What the hell do they want, this time... it's a big punishment expedition, but WHY? You haven't gone hunting for Metatrons to beat into pulp as of late, have you...?"

"Unfortunately, no." Killer replied easily, before getting serious again as he said: "I've been training all the time in these years. I've practically done nothing else."

"We will know about their reasons all too soon, I don't think it matters that much at the moment." Ira said briskly, biting her lower lip slightly. "The real question is, what do we do...?"

"Kick their asses and throw them down the mountain." Manticora suggested darkly, and Ira grunted in approval as Vesta sighed dreamily, nodding wisely before saying: "Do not say that, you know how much I'd love to. But there really is not much we can do, is there...? If we do not do what they say, we automatically are at war with the Council, and they'll probably disregard the war entirely to send everyone here and get us, if they know how they act when they are butthurt."

"We'll have to be careful, and try to limit the damage to the minimum." Ira murmured, before looking apologetically towards Killer as she added: "You likely won't like it."

"I know. But I don't want to put you all in trouble. I'll do what I must." The huge male replied, repressing the mounting rage and slithering worry. What did I do wrong this time...? Stepped on a flower?

_ _

Manticora, Vesta and Ira nodded to him in silent apology and in loving thanks, as Gaia gently took his fingers in her hand and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Ok, the debriefing is postponed." Ira shouted clearly to the massed Company of Seraphims. "You have the next 4 hours free. Get your rest, then you will be updated with the new debriefing hour. I can give no leaves out, we need all warriors at the ready. But we will try not to send you all in battle immediately, to give you the longest possible time to breathe."

"Just don't expect it to be a time longer than a few days." Vesta added clearly, and the assembled force replied with a proud "Ubique!", all Seraphims roaring their promise with a sole voice as they slammed a closed fist on their chest. 'Ubique', omnipresent. Whenever the fight raged, the Seraphims were present. It was one of the many mottos of the armada, and a clear promise.

Manticora turned towards his troops, looked slowly over them all, and then shouted the firm order: "Disband!"

All the Seraphims slammed their fist on their chest again, before holding it up in salute to their commander, and then moved out of attention, walking away orderly and passing by Killer to give him a smile, to pronounce a blessing, or even just to say his name with a nod of respect.

It made him swallow, amazed by their support and dedication as one by one the powerful females passed by and bowed their heads to him... and it made him feel even worse about not having been on the field, not even once so far, to help them. And little comfort came from the awareness that it did not depend on him: ordered in the rear echelon or not, he felt guilty, and even worse, he felt useless.

"I think I'm going now, while I'm still in time to." Levant said quietly, and Killer turned to him as the fox nodded with a slight smile, adding calmly: "I have no urge to see anyone from the Council again if I can avoid it. And Typhon is the last person I want to meet, especially after forcing the council to stump out an eye-watering amount of money."

"Yeah, I wish I could walk away myself." Vesta grumbled, making a grimace as Manticora nodded grimly. The fox smiled amusedly at this, taking a bow to them all and holding a hand up in a salute to Killer as the huge male nodded, watching after Levant as he turned and walked towards the massive gates of the yard, two burly, muscular wolves immediately approaching him and standing in silent, watchful guard at his sides, walking one slightly ahead and one slightly behind of the fox, each of the two massive males holding a submachine gun at the ready.

Bodyguards, that Levant was forced to keep around: Heaven was no safer place than the Mortal world for who had lot of rivals in business and lots of money in his pockets, no matter how generous and kindhearted Levant was.

"Not just my father, but my useless husband too." Manticora muttered under her breath as they silently looked over to Levant as he vanished past the gates and down the scary wooden bridge hanging in the air between the Monolith and the smaller mountain over which the access point to the fortress was built. "My sister understood things much better, much faster."

"I've been tempted endless times to follow her example. I'm still here just for God's sake. I owe it to Him. Wasn't for him, I'd be the first in line smashing Heaven to bits. This place has become a cesspit of corruption and asshattery." Vesta replied agreeably, while Killer looked over to Manticora with sadness. She had been married by her father, literally given away to an Archangel that, of course, fitted Typhon's desire of gaining even more influence in Heaven, even through arranged marriages for his daughters where possible. The archangel in question, for what Killer knew and for what Manticora had told him, was actually, luckily, a wonderful kind of person, and he genuinely loved her, and dearly. He had done everything he could to help Manticora and to give her the happiest possible life... and indeed, with good results too. They had a daughter, for example, that was their bright, and the zebra in the years had developed a genuine affection for the husband that had been forced on her... But still, she could not accept it. She had never wanted to marry, and she certainly never planned to marry the male she ended up living with. Despite the affection, despite the dedication that her husband showed her daily, things still were not right, and never would be: that wasn't the life Manticora had chosen and the archangel wasn't the mate she had chosen, nor the male she wanted. He wasn't her ideal mate, and further contrasts were due to the fact that Manticora's husband was way too ready to obey to the Council's orders. He did it as a faithful soldier who firmly believed that obeying to the orders was an unbreakable vow, in itself not a dishonorable reason... But Manticora hated him for it. He never questioned the Council's word, and if he did, he did not show it, which made the zebra horrified and furious. At times, Manticora would call her husband "Council's lapdog", and for sure his presence in the delegation today was going to further ruin her opinion of him.

The way she continued to nervously twist and pull at her ring, muttering under her breath, was a clear indication of it.

"There they are..." Adrasthea muttered after another moment, putting her helm on her head and coldly glaring towards the gates as the thick group walked in. Killer looked up to see, for the first time, Manticora's famous father, the ancient god Typhon, who had ruled over this corner of universe before Elelyon arrived, and that now was the most powerful element of the Heavenly Council.

Typhon was not famous for being handsome, and Killer could easily understand why, as serpentine, white and soulless eyes immediately glared in his direction from a dragon head with jaws lined with terrible fangs gritted in a sinister, hostile grin, made even more impressive by the thick map of ugly scars covering his hard, unattractive features. Thick spikes and fangs of bone pushed out of his cheeks just above the lips, curving downwards and adding another row of terrible teeth to a mouth that looked like it could tear a body apart with no effort at all. Backwards-curved spikes of bones pushed out of his jawline, wrapping like a ribcage around the back of his neck, protecting it, while two tall, proud pairs of enormous bull horns pushed out of his skull, one pair curving outwards and one upwards to the sky. An horse-like mane of messy black hair topped his head and ran in a straight line down his neck and part of his spine, which showed even through thick, bulging muscle, curved, sharp blades of bone pushing out of his flesh in a deadly row running all the way down his long, thick tail, which ended in a deadly harpoon of steel, rigged with cruel blades. The god seemed slightly hunched, weighted by enormous, too-long arms bulging with massive, powerful muscle, two crescent-shaped blades of steel sticking out of his forearms and fingers ending in segmented, terrible talons of serrated steel. Black snakes jutting out from his broad, potent shoulders formed alive, terrible sleeves around his bulging biceps and down his long arms, countless reptilian heads looking towards Killer and hissing with their forked tongues, while the god advanced proudly, his steps resonating through the yard as the soldiers on the walls looked down at him with nervous gulps and terrified stares.

Even half-hunched as he was due to the natural curve forwards of his spine, and despite his legs being bent in an unguligrade stance, letting him stand on terrible, curved talons, he was 30 feet tall, imposing and enormous. His chest was broad and massive, bulging with muscle that was covered by a bone plate formed by thick ribs sticking out of his flesh and wrapping over his pecs protectively. Mighty, scarred abs challenged anyone to face him, and his groin was hidden by an alive, moving tangle of serpents made of serrated steel parts which formed a skirt reaching down for his taloned feet, his knees covered by rough blades of steel stretching out of his flesh as rows of curved bone spikes ran down the outer sides of his thighs. All of his reptilian body was covered in thick blood-red scales, as hard as stone, giving him a natural, tough armor.

Michael, unsurprisingly, walked slightly behind, cheerful and almost bouncing in his step with not at all hidden joy as he grinned maliciously towards Killer and the others, his eyes glinting with delight and with an as-yet unspecified promise of trouble. Michael cradled with affection a long, precious suitcase of silvery metal, his fingers caressing its surface every now and then, making Killer sure that, whatever that case contained, he was not going to like it.

On the other side of Typhon walked Manticora's husband, Anahel, Arkangel and Monarch of the Third Heaven, calmly walking forwards in emotionless stride. Anahel's kingdom was a world with two faces: the third heaven was separated in two halves by a river of flowing magma, separating the south, a bountiful paradise for angels and Benevolents, and the north, a barren wasteland of ice and freezing cold where Heaven's criminals and enemies were imprisoned and savagely punished by Inquisitors.

He was a true source of knowledge, the main scholar of God, the writer of most of the Sacred Scrolls, and he lived in a castle literally built around the greatest of all libraries: a holy well of knowledge that was said to kill at the first gaze the unworthy of its secrets.

Anahel was a white horse with soulful blue eyes and a wonderful mane of long hair the color of lucid copper falling down the side of his neck and partially hiding one of his eyes. He was carrying his helm under his arm: Killer could see the conical shape of it, its emerald color and the two golden, spread wings that stretched up from it.

The Arkangel was completely clad in a thick, chiseled emerald armor, with smooth plates covering his chest and toned abs chiseled in the front of it to reproduce the profile of the body beneath. His hands were protected by gauntlets, the fingers wrapped in countless small and perfectly crafted sections of armor which allowed him movements as fluid and free as he was wearing nothing at all, while four crescent-shaped openings in the back of his armor left space for his four large grey wings, now folded on his back. He had no boots at his feet, walking instead on large hoofs lined with polished steel, his long tail, of the same color of his mane, almost brushing the ground behind him. He was around fifteen feet tall, toned and athletic under his armor, but his gentle and almost delicate features and slender body gave him a slightly androgynous look.

He lovingly smiled towards Manticora as the delegation walked closer, but the zebra only glared at him with hostility, her eyes turned back to her father, the disgust in them enough to make Killer shiver. He tried to imagine the horror he'd feel if Mriya was to look at him with such hate one day, and he found that he couldn't even bear the thought. Typhon, however, looked amused at best, grinning widely as he reached them and towered over them all with his enormous, imposing form.

Behind the three, at a respectful distance of a few steps, followed the guard of Paladins, enormous angels clad in white, glowing armors so thick to protect them from almost every threat. Red cloaks falling from their shoulders brushed the ground behind them, and they carried enormous cleaver-swords on their backs and huge, circular shields on their left arm. Incredibly well trained and exercised in the art of war, indoctrinated with the belief of Heaven's superiority and purity, and grown as warriors from their very birth, the Paladins represented the best part of the Council's hard power. The emotionless, faceless hulks clad in shiny, stainless armors and helmets which entirely covered their faces were almost unstoppable taken one by one, and they were even more of a force when in group, as they were well trained in the art of forming phalanxes with their large shields, becoming walking, supernatural tanks which could break past pretty much any defense.

They were empowered with Heaven's Purity essence, and literally created by the Council with methods that the Heavenly government refused to reveal to anyone: whatever the Paladins had to endure, they entered the program as children and came out of it as walking, soulless war machines with no free will but with formidable power, which included an ability commonly nicknamed "triumph" throughout Heaven: Paladins were able to suck all of the energy out of an enemy by killing it, restoring themselves to full energy and health with every kill. Wounds would heal, energies would return. It gave them a huge edge in combat: once it got going, a Paladin would only get stronger as the fight raged on and on.

They were formidable foes, in a word... But also, as Vesta had once put it bluntly during a lesson to Killer, monsters. Once, Paladins had used to be warriors of faith and honor, solitary heroes of Heaven and of the good. But from many years by now, the Heavenly Council had changed forever the concept and nature of the term Paladin. Gone were the courageous heroes, moved by free, strong and unbendable will and faith: now the Paladins were more numerous than ever, but they were factory-produced slaves.

Abominations that the old Heaven, the Heaven of Elelyon, would have never, never even thought of, not even in the darkest and most desperate of hours.

"How nice of you to prepare to meet us. We don't even need to send someone looking out for you, daughter." Typhon said slyly, his low, deep voice sounding almost like a growl over them.

"Father..." Manticora coldly replied, giving him the slightest of nods, acknowledging his presence even as it looked like it took a great effort, and a great dose of self control.

"And won't you greet your dear hubby...?" Typhon asked, grinning to himself as he patted the much smaller angel on the back, Anahel stumbling a bit on the spot and looking embarrassed even as he smiled again towards Manticora, but the female only gave a bad-tempered grunt as reply, before she coldly said: "Just come to the point of the matter, if you will."

Vesta and Ira nodded at this, as Gaia and Adrasthea stood silent guard a step behind, even Gaia's normally shy and quiet expression now turned in a stony, hostile expectation.

"My, my. Such a collection of rude people." Typhon teased, grinning down at them before he took a quick, slight bow to Adrasthea and another to Gaia. "Some politeness and courtesy is important, isn't it...?"

"Only when it is meant, and not feigned." Vesta replied icily, crossing her mighty arms on her chest and looking impatient, before she glared in Michael's direction as the Arkangel barely repressed another bounce of malicious cheerfulness, the monarch clearly eager for whatever was going to happen.

"But I do mean it, Lady Vesta...!" Typhon replied, in exaggerated and openly false exclamation, his eyes then turning to look down at Killer as the liger stood before him, silent, ice-blue eyes studying the draconic god with interest, already looking for potential sources of danger and, conversely, for the proverbial weak spot.

"The famous Amon-Ra, finally. My, what a sad and useless person I am, having had to wait this long to see the Savior!" Typhon exclaimed, grinning widely as he threw his arms out wide and laughed, before adding amusedly: "The poor old Azura loved to talk about the Amon-Ra that would come in the future, all dreamy and eager... for all the astonishing stories she told, I sure thought you'd be a bit... bigger."

Killer snorted amusedly at this, amazed, if anything, to have to hear such a thing: hard to imagine, for someone who, like him, had pretty much always towered high over anyone. Ira took the teasing with far less patience, though, the cobra gritting her fangs and clenching her hands into fists as she hissed: "Don't talk that way of the Goddess."

Typhon turned towards her with a grimace, looking down at the seraphim with a snarl as he pointed a finger at her and barked: "You cannot dare speak to the head of the Heavenly Council. Never, unless I ask you to, pathetic imitation of a Seraphim!"

Killer's eyes narrowed at this, a shiver of fury running down his spine as his body tensed and his muscles flexed with rage and with the eagerness of dealing an adequate punishment to the giant... But Ira did not seem to mind, this time, only crossing her strong arms gamely and grinning as she replied: "What the fuck do I care? I'm a demoness, ain't I?"

Michael gaped at this, staring at her in shock, and even Typhon looked taken aback for a brief moment, while Anahel suddenly seemed to have found a little stain on his helmet which required all of his attention as his cheeks seemed to almost imperceptibly heat up.

"You are." Typhon replied coldly after the brief shock, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he added: "And you shouldn't be here, remember it always. It is my promise, Ira, that you will be kicked out of Heaven and punished like the scum you are, at the first chance."

"Not during my watch." Vesta ensured, glaring up at the god with eyes burning with rage. "She is a Seraphim. One of the very best."

"Quit that heresy, Lady Vesta." The draconic giant muttered, making a grimace before he blew a raspberry up and spat to Ira's feet, the cobra glaring up at him coldly as Killer gritted his fangs and moved forwards, before Adrasthea quietly restrained him from the back, putting a hand on his shoulder and looking up to the god as she said firmly: "Stop it, Typhon. You are going well past the mark."

"I'm the voice of the Heavenly Council. Our task is to keep Heaven in order, clean and pure, advise Lord God, and lead Heaven in His name when Lord God is absent. The Council's word, is Law." Typhon replied easily, before adding with a smirk as he hinted to God's long absence: "Especially in this particular time."

"The Council of the 7 Gods has the right and task of reviewing the Heavenly Council's work, and approve or reject its proposals." Gaia intervened, her voice calm and firm as she looked up resolutely, her water-like hair flowing slowly and endlessly in the air around her head.

"Not the daily business, nor the decisions taken as matter of urgency." Typhon replied with a grin, holding up a finger and holding out his other hand to Anahel, who passed him a large scroll. The god brought this up and pulled the roll open, announcing with glee: "And this is daily business: an administration of Justice." He paused, looking up from the vellum paper briefly as he announced that he would skip the boring parts, and then read clearly: "... Seen and verified the damage and widespread destruction which changed forever the landscape of the holy deserts of the Seventh Heaven; assessed the risks that Heaven's safety had to face, and considered the extent of the earthquakes that spread through the holiest of Skies, the Heavenly Council rules that the mortal known as Amon-Ra, bearing name Killer Huxley, is to be punished as established by the long running laws of Tradition, with twelve dozen lashes, but with the steel of the whip replaced by Unworld energy because of the gravity of the offence moved to God's Creation." The god paused, looking pleased with himself as he let the scroll fold back on itself and idly held it in hand as he said softly: "Such a pity that we have to meet like this, Amon-Ra, isn't it? But the law is clear. Twelve dozens, king Michael."

"Not one less." The Arkangel replied eagerly, opening the silvery case he was carrying to reveal a long whip curled up on itself, the handle nearly thirty inches long and made of chiseled silver, while the long body of the weapon was made apparently of liquid, glowing darkness, a destructive semi-solid essence that was carefully surrounded by some kind of insulating material within the suitcase.

Now that it was exposed to the open air, the darkness seemed to glow and expand, gorging itself on the energy carried in the air as reality itself seemed to tremble around the long whip, as if the world whole was being eaten by the terrible essence.

Michael seemed ready to cackle loudly at any moment, such was the evident eagerness and glee with which he carefully pulled the whip out of the case, before easily snapped it through the air to reveal its full length, leaving Killer staring as the shadow of a rip through reality left for a moment an absurd hole in midair, before the whip touched the ground and sand, gravel and pebbles dissolved on contact, melting in a black goo that was quickly absorbed into the weapon.

Unworld essence, an incredibly deadly and destructive element which could absorb all the energy from mostly everything and anyone, dissolving any kind of object into pure energy. That essence made up the Unworld, the worst of all physical planes of the Universe: the plane in which everything ended. All objects, all living beings, everything. The Unworld took them all, destroyed them, disassociated them into energy, and put that energy back into the flow of life, where the mechanics of existence would turn the raw energy into new atoms, into new objects, into new living beings.

The Unworld was the final stage, the ultimate destruction... and that terribly dangerous, hungry essence, condensed into a long, thick whip, now would gorge itself on Killer's vital energies, ripping in his body and soul wounds worse than any other, no matter Killer's godly nature, no matter his strength and physical power.

Killer swallowed slowly, but only stood tall before the grinning arkangel, listening to his breath for a moment, and keeping it calm and relaxed even as he cursed in his mind and looked over Typhon, Michael, Anahel and the paladins, guessing his chances of fighting his way out of that mess... Even knowing that fighting was definitely not an option this time. He had no way out of Heaven, and no way to hide from the Metatron's eyes. A rebellion against the council would bring all of Heaven's forces on him, and worse still on his friends, from Diana to Ira.

"You are punishing him because he's damaged the desert while training...?" Vesta asked in shock, making a grimace as she shouted: "It's absurd! He is here specifically to train, and there's no better place than the desert for him to try himself without doing serious damage!"

"He's here to save Heaven, according to the Prophecy." Typhon replied icily, making a grimace that clearly told them all that Azura's words meant nothing to him. "But so far he's only contributed to destroy it."

"This is foolish and demented!" Adrasthea snarled, storming forwards with a snarl of rage, one hand clenching violently into a fist, Gaia pushing forwards as well, silent but resolute.

"Father, this is absurd." Manticora muttered, making a grimace of distaste and rubbing a hand tiredly over her eyes. "What's the TRUE reason for this show of theatre? Pure spitefulness? Rivalry? Are you just trying to be an ass?"

"Watch your mouth, daughter." Typhon replied coldly, glaring down at the Seraphim and sending a blast of psychic force ramming into her chest, making her stumble backwards with a grunt of pain. "And quit the protests, nothing is going to change. The Council has spoken." The enormous god moved a step forwards as he rose a huge hand, snapping his fingers once: immediately, the Paladins marched quickly forwards, forming a wall with their massive shields, and walked in front of Typhon to form a solid wall of steel, forcing the Seraphims backwards.

Vesta, Ira and Manticora refused to move back, though, even as the Paladins bad-temperedly slammed their shields forwards into their bodies: Vesta barely budged as the massive shield was thrust rudely into her mighty abs, and she snarled, grabbing the upper edge of it and shoving it downwards as she head-butted the Paladin behind, all but denting his armored mask inwards, sending the massive holy warrior stumbling backwards.

Ira slammed her hands into the shields of the two Paladins ahead of her and grinned gamely as she pushed with all of her terrible strength, wrestling both of the huge males backwards with a demonstration of raw power, while Manticora dropped her shoulder and rammed forth into her own rival, sending the Paladin sprawling on the ground like a doll, even as the other holy warriors reached up for the handles of their massive, enchanted swords, drawing the enormous cleavers out and moving another step forwards, ready to fight far more aggressively.

Vesta grinned and cracked her knuckles at this, but Killer seized her shoulder and squeezed on it gently, and the mighty queen turned towards him immediately, looking into his eyes with a mix of prayer and apology. She wanted to rebel, to fight, and to tear her way out of the mess... and yet she knew they could not declare war against Heaven.

She stopped with a sigh, and the other females also relented, even as they glared with fury over the assembled force sent by the Council, before Typhon laughed and teased: "Finally, Amon-Ra. I thought you would hide behind the girls all the time."

"Go hide away from the world. Do us all a favor." Manticora hissed towards her father, snarling in rage, even as Killer looked coldly up at the god and shoved his way past the wall of shields, standing in the middle of the yard, ready for his punishment.

"Do it, and masturbate to your great victory afterwards." Killer said darkly, before turning his back towards the huge god and holding his arms up and out as Michael, who eagerly stood nearby in waiting with the whip at the ready, licked his lips in delight while Anahel stood to the margin of the formation, impassible.

"Don't challenge me, Amon-Ra... the prophecies painted you strong and invincible, but you not at all in my league." Typhon replied idly, holding up his hands and conveying some of his energy into them, forming two gigantic double-tipped spears with poles thicker than large trees' trunks, slamming both down into the earth on each side of Killer and sinking them halfway into the solid mountain beneath their feet as the fortress shook lightly, the huge liger taking a slow breath just before boiling-hot chains appeared on either spear-pole, shooting at him from the sides like snakes and wrapping tightly around his arms.

Killer grunted as the chains secured him to the poles, arms spread wide off to the sides and immobilized, before other chains shot around his legs as well, and his eyes bulged in shock as countless vicious crescent-shaped spikes of steel pushed out of the chain links and bit like meat hooks into his flesh, blood spurting up from countless wounds, dripping and leaking in slow, thin rivulets down the chiseled profile of his strong musculature.

He could see Vesta, Manticora, Ira, Adrasthea and Gaia staring at him from past the wall of shields and armored Paladins, their eyes burning with fury and yet sending him nothing but love and gratitude for his sacrifice, as the huge liger turned backwards slightly to glare up at Typhon from over his shoulder, grinning slightly as he observed easily: "The only league in which you are the clear winner is that of ugliness."

"You have no idea how ugly I can be." Typhon replied agreeably, unfazed, before he added amusedly: "But I'm also very generous. To deal you your punishment, we thought that a normal soldier, a grunt, would have been inadequate. An offense to the Savior...! But Michael had a ready solution, and offered himself for the job. You'll have the honor of being whipped by one of Heaven's Thrones!"

"Such a sweet task." Michael said softly, grinning widely as he walked around Killer to look into the liger's eyes, face to face, laughing in delight... before snarling as Killer only smirked back and observed calmly: "You are such a loser-child... Since this is all so childish, I'd ask you to wait for me outside the class after the bell rings, but I know you'll leave hiding in the shadow of the big teacher. Would be a waste of time to tell you to show some guts."

"Loser!" Vesta howled from the back, and Ira laughed loudly as Manticora, Adrasthea and even Gaia added their own howls of derision, Killer tilting his head slightly to the side with a grin as Michael's lips trembled, the male snarling in anger as he stomped away, his face covered by a dark cloud, taking position behind Killer.

"Twelve dozens!" The Arkangel shrieked, as if the number alone could drive Killer into terror, but the liger only closed his eyes and tried to turn off as many nerves as he could, relaxing his breath and preparing for the blows. Even with his eyes closed, he stared into Ira's nervous emerald eyes, remembering one of her many lessons.

Pain is a state of mind. As all states of mind, you have a control on it.

Killer gritted his teeth instinctively as the whip hissed angrily through the air, and a moment later the terrible weapon lashed into his back, biting deep into his thick and normally impenetrable musculature, the Unworld essence cutting into the flesh like searing fire would through butter. Blood sprayed upwards in a thick splatter as Killer repressed a howl of agony, feeling his heartbeat inexorably speeding up, the thud of his heart hammering all the way into his mind, the thuds echoing in his ears as his eyes shutted and a flash of white agony exploded under his eyelids.

Icy sweat rolled down his forehead, and as the whip was roughly ripped back out of his flesh and then slashed into his back once more, Killer again resisted the instinct of struggling, of pulling away, of screaming his agony out with every breath he had. His perception of the world diminished, everything quickly vanished, leaving him alone, seeing only flashes of light caused by the agony and hearing only the vicious hisses of the whip and the quick, hurried beat of his heart.

Soon enough, drops of icy sweat were falling from his chin, but he still refused to give Michael the victory of hearing him scream.

Pain is a state of mind. He needs not to know that I suffer.

The agony, however, was tremendous. He had no idea how many times the whip had eaten into his flesh, but he felt like soon enough it would tear through him whole, ripping out of his chest, so deep it was piercing into him. It reached down to the bones. Killer was sure that his spine had to be by now in full view, half-burned by Unworld essence, the flesh and muscle torn and ruined and burnt and dissolved.

His body tried to heal even between a blow and another, but these were no normal wounds: Unworld essence clung to the wounds, burned and dissolved his flesh, and prevented any healing, so that each terrible wound served as background for the following gash as his back was ripped apart. Unworld essence also did what it did best, sapping his energies out of his body at alarming rhythm, making even his enormous, powerful arms feel heavy and useless, the weight of his own body feeling too much for his legs to bear as he slumped forwards slightly, wincing as the cruel spikes of the chains wrapped around his limbs bit even harder into him as a consequence.

It went on and on and on. It felt like it would never end, as each blow seemed to cut all the way into his soul, ripping it out of his body, tearing shreds of it away. Then, finally, as the whip ripped out of his flesh for the hundredth time, Killer grunted as the chains, Killer felt the spikes of steel buried in his flesh vanishing, and he fell heavily to his knees, coughing hard as blood dripped out of his mouth, before flopping forwards on the gravel, his breath slow and irregular, his world reduced to nothing but agony and shadows.

Still, he had not left out a scream, nor had he lost control... And Michael glared down at him with powerless hate, his hand still clutching the handle of the whip so tightly that his fingers had paled for lack of blood.

Typhon looked less than pleased himself even as wished the chains away easily, glaring down to Killer's maimed, devastated back with contempt, before the mighty females past the wall of Paladins charged forwards again, tearing their way through the ranks and snarling in fury as they advanced towards Michael.

Killer looked up from the ground to see Vesta and Ira and Manticora shoving the Paladins out of the way, charging towards him with concern in their eyes... and he gave them a weak smile, even though he couldn't hear their words, but only see their lips moving. And even that, only between a flash of light and another, as his head pounded with pain.

A flash of relief passed over their faces at that, though, and they smiled to him lovingly before looking back up in front of themselves with growls of rage as they walked past. Killer guessed that they were advancing on Michael, but he was in no condition to turn back and watch, instead pushing himself up a bit as Adrasthea also charged past him, giving him a smile as she passed by, while Gaia went down to her knees in front of him, her hands gently seizing into his shoulders as the snow leopardess helped him up.

Fragments of words, shouted insults and accusations began to filter through as his hearing returned, the flashes of light in his eyes fading away slowly, and he finally heard it as Gaia bent forwards over him, cupping his cheek in a hand and said softly: "Lord Killer, please, tell me you are ok..."

"I'm ok." Killer said with a trembling smile, pushing himself up to his knees, before a flash of darkness blinded him temporarily again and a violent throb went through his head, making him mutter: "Ok. No. I'm not ok. But... stiil. I am."

"I understand." Gaia replied softly, kissing him lovingly on the lips before nuzzling him and saying in his ear: "Pardon me Master, and be ready. You won't like this... but we need to get the Unworld residues out of you. The quicker, the better."

Killer blinked in surprise at this, looking confused... before the goddess pushed her hand into one of the terrible gashes in his back, making him arch his back with a hiss of agony, as her fingers, insulated somehow by a thick glove made of an ivy that she summoned on the very moment, pushed into the dark Unworld essence, sinking deep into his maimed flesh and clawing into the thick splotches of residue, ripping them out of him, one by one, slowly and agonizingly.

The pain was horrible, but at least, once a wound was cleared of the Unworld essence, his incredible regenerative ability kicked in, and his body could begin rebuild and repair itself, his spine coming back together as cracked, broken vertebrae repaired themselves and flesh and muscle started to reform.

Killer rested his chin on Gaia's shoulder, half-flopped down onto her slender but strong form as she leaned her own head past his and worked gently with her hands over his ripped-apart back, and he finally could hear again what happened around him... Just in time for his eyes to bulge in shock as Typhon's voice gleefully announced: "Lady Vesta, Ira, the Council has judged both of you guilty of having encouraged Lord Killer in his destructive act of vandalism against God's wonderful creation. The sentence is for four dozens, to each of you."

"What about me, ass-face, I was out there with them too!" Adrasthea barked, snarling up to Typhon as Vesta and Ira wrestled the Paladins who tried to get them, sending two of the holy warriors flying through the yard to crash onto their backs no less than twenty feet away. Typhon laughed and countered something, but Killer did not listen: there was no need to hear a word more. He already knew all he needed, as he seized Diana's shoulders in his hands and squeezed gently, the goddess stopping and looking into his eyes with concern and adoration at the same time as he pushed up with a grunt, first to a kneel and then, slowly, back to his feet.

"I'm sorry, Typhon. You had me, but them you won't have. I'm not going to let you touch them." Killer said, his voice low and clear and steady even as he swayed slightly on the spot, taking a breath before slowly turning around to face the enormous god, who made a grimace of disgust as he slowly turned to glare down at him.

"You have not understood the lesson, Amon-Ra. When the Council speaks, the law is set." Typhon venomously replied, as the Paladins regrouped quickly and approached Killer from behind and from the sides, Gaia looking at them nervously as she slowly stood up herself.

"And you seem not to understand that no matter what, I'm not allowing anyone to touch Vesta and Ira. Especially not when they've only done their job, as they've always been doing." Killer replied easily, looking up to Typhon resolutely even through bangs of his mane that shined with drops of icy sweat, shivers running down his spine as some of his horrendous wounds healed, while others still pulsed sickly, covered in black Unworld residue which continued to greedily eat his energies away.

"You will do as we command! You are not above any of Heaven's thrones and laws and rulers!" Michael barked, snarling in fury as he stepped forwards threateningly and snapped the deadly whip through the air, before angrily gesturing to Anahel to step forwards as well. "Get that idiot out of the way, I've two more punishments to deal!"

"Try touching him even just with a finger, and I'll beat you into pulp." Manticora snarled, stepping forwards with a glare and cracking her knuckles dangerously as Anahel silently walked onwards to follow his orders. The horse arkangel looked shocked at this, halting and looking at his wife with confusion, his eyes pleading her to stay in line... but the zebra female only glared at him firmly, and Anahel hesitated.

Killer could understand it, in a way: Anahel didn't look like much, physically, while Manticora towered over him and completely put him to shame with her mighty, muscular body. Of course, things were not that simple, in a world of magic and supernatural abilities: Anahel might have well been an excellent mage, for example. But he looked unsure and unwilling to face his wife, while Manticora seemed almost eager to punch her husband's face into mush.

Michael looked at this with a roar of inarticulate rage, before turning back to Killer as he raised his arm into the air, dragging the whip up and lashing it violently towards the liger: a big error, as Killer was not chained anymore, nor was he willing to take it again.

Killer's hand shot up lightning fast, and fearlessly seized into the whip even as the Unworld essence cut his palm open like it was butter, dissolving his flesh and nearly cutting his fingers off as Michael stared dumbly, gaping in surprise for a moment before Killer pulled on the whip with a snarl and dragged him through the air.

Michael flew through the yard with a yelp, and Killer lashed a fist out to meet him: the liger grunted in pain as his punch smashed into a translucent barrier instead, and he cursed the Monarch's protection that the Metatrons granted Michael with... before lashing out again, with even greater power, and grinning as the magic barrier shattered into shards like a piece of glass.

Michael's eyes bulged, before the Arkangel shrieked in agony as Killer's fist caught him in the stomach, bending him over like a blade of grass as drool and blood burst out of his mouth as he was knocked flying backwards, before Killer grabbed him by the throat and dragged him forwards again instead, headbutting him savagely, sending a splatter of blood up from the Arkangel's, and then lifting him high into the air like he was a ragdoll, claws sinking into the angel's flesh as Killer crushed his throat like an empty can of beer with his huge, strong hand.

"You are a born slaver. A coward only good to whip the back of chained slaves. But I'm no slave. And I'm not chained anymore." Killer stated, coldly glaring into Michael's eyes as he chocked and seized into the liger's thick wrist, trying to no avail to free himself, clawing at the huge male's thick muscle.

"We... can... r-rem... edy to... that." Michael spluttered, letting go of the whip's handle and snapping his fingers to call all Paladins towards him, while Typhon's eyes flashed with rage and snake-chains ripped out of the ground around Killer, shooting towards his limbs.

Gaia shouted a warning and immediately held her hands up, her fingers glowing and the chains immediately turning into true, enormous snakes that turned away from Killer and lunged against the Paladins instead. The holy warriors formed a solid wall of shields and drew their huge cleaver-swords out, one of them easily chopping two of the serpents into bloody pieces with a slash, but a second Paladin was caught over by three enormous, 30-feet long cobras that ripped out of the earth behind him and coiled around him, their muscular, scaled bodies as thick as trees and tremendously strong as they tightened their double grip and lifted the 15-foot armored giant into the air, the Paladin screaming as his armor dented and caved inwards, before one of the Cobras savagely bit down into the warrior's neck as he threw his head back with a shriek.

Another Paladin swung his cleaver out in a mighty turning slash and chopped both snakes in halves, but his comrade fell limply to the ground, limbs twitching in total paralysis, as the other snakes dived underground, only to rip out of the gravel somewhere else, forcing six of the remaining paladins to regroup, looking around themselves in shock and fencing off the assaults of the gigantic creatures.

Gaia dropped her hands back at her sides, even as the snakes continued to fight for her, and she said quietly: "Enough. Stop this madness."

They did not listen, as a Paladin charged towards Killer with the huge cleaver held high up and ready to strike, the liger snarling and throwing Michael off to the side like a rag, only for Ira to catch the Arkangel with a cackle of delight. The demoness seized into the Arkangel's neck with a hand, chocking him savagely even as held her other palm up to form a swirling sphere of white-hot magma that she sent washing against a charging Paladin in a tremendous beam of flames and destruction, the huge holy warrior ducking behind his shield and pushing against the tsunami of magma not to be washed away and dissolved.

Ira laughed and slammed Michael down into the ground, the Monarch crying out in pain as he cratered the yard of the fortress, cracks spreading through the ground as he sunk back-first into the rock beneath the gravel, before his swollen, wet eyes stared upwards at the female's grinning face and at her large, strong fist, before she slammed her punch hard down into his face, once, twice, thrice, her bicep bulging with power as she licked her lips with every earth-shaking blow, sending Michael sinking deeper and deeper into the mountain as the crater around him shattered and deepened.

"I've waited a long time for doing this, you vermin! And it is worth every single second of the waiting!" Ira cackled, before reaching up for the handle of Arctica sticking up over her shoulder, drawing the katana out in a swift, graceful and smooth movement, the thin, long blade meeting the thick, falling mass of a gigantic cleaver as Ira's muscles bulging as she deflected the blow away, before swinging Arctica out in a swift, low slash: it passed beneath the edge of the Paladin's shield and chopped his legs off at ankle height, causing the heavy warrior to fall on his back like a turtle while his feet stayed in place, the giant screaming as ice rapidly spread up from the wound and immobilized him in a transparent, cold prison, Ira springing up to her feet and throwing out a turning kick who struck a Paladin in the head, sending it crashing onto the ground and rolling away in a broken heap.

Killer turned to face his own charging Paladin, sidestepping as the massive cleaver sword came chopping down and slamming his fist into the flat side of the blade, snapping it in half like a twig, before seizing the masked face of the Paladin in his hand and making a throw, sending the giant warrior flying back through the air to crash like a missile against two of his compatriots, smashing all three sprawling like pins.

Another Paladin rammed into him from the side with his large round shield, knocking Killer stumbling backwards a step, the holy warrior swinging the huge cleaver around the liger's side to sink the blade into his back, but Killer seized the armored wrist of the faceless hunk and squeezed hard enough that the golden armor crumpled like paper, the angel groaning in agony as bones loudly snapped and his cleaver sword fell out of fingers which no longer had the strength to hold it.

The huge weapon didn't even touch the ground, as Manticora shot by and caught it in her hand, another huge, stolen cleaver in her other hand held and swung like it was a small, light knife. She swung the huge sword upwards to deflect the slash of a Paladin, and then went in a slide on the ground, slashing out low with the other cleaver and slamming the flat of the blade into the legs of the holy warrior, knocking it sprawling, before she donkey-kicked with both hoofs into the shield of another Paladin as it charged at her, knocking it stumbling backwards as she went into an handstand and swung a leg out at head level, kicking into the thick helmet of the Paladin and denting it as the warrior flopped onto his side.

Two more Paladins came charging at her, but as their cleavers swung down to chop into her, she launched herself high into the air, flipping forwards and stomping her armored hooves down into their heads, crushing both warriors into the ground and lashing both cleavers down against another, who had barely enough time to lift his huge shield up before the violence of the blow knocked him down onto his back.

Vesta cackled loudly as she dropped her shoulder and charged at a solid wall of shields, ramming into it and sending one Paladin skidding backwards twenty feet as she smashed her way through the line, hands shooting out to the sides to seize into the helmets of two warriors before she roared as she skidded to a stop, muscles bulging with power and flexing as she threw both of the huge holy soldiers in opposite directions, sending them smacking like missiles into the thick, dark walls of lodestone boxing the yard, her eyes flashing sapphire as Michael dragged himself out of the crater and held up a glowing hand, forming a wall of ice daggers in midair before the queen of Seraphims.

Vesta melted these easily with a wall of fire that burst forth from her mighty body, though, and she charged through the flames with a grin, charging at Michael with her hands clenched into fists, eyes glowing an icy, murderous sapphire.

Nearby, Adrasthea was easily fencing off the rest of the Paladins, the armored goddess laughing as she expertly swung her long spear, the blade of it many feet long and shaped like a broadsword, making the perfectly-balanced weapon a deadly mixture of sword and spear, of slashing and lunging.

None of the Paladins managed to come close to her, even as they circled her from all directions, the goddess grinning widely and easily countering them all as her blade swung down, smashing into a thick, round shield risen in defence, before she pulled the long pole back and easily swung it around her waist, swinging it out low and swatting the legs of two paladins from under them, sending them crashing onto their backs even as she slammed the pole of her weapon backwards, smashing it in the stomach of a Paladin charging at her back. She swung the pole upwards from under her armpit, grinning as the movement threw the warrior up in the air above her head, and as he began to fall down in front of her she slammed her free palm straight into his chest, sending the huge male crashing into one of his comrades and knocking both over like pins.

Gaia once more looked up at Typhon and said calmly: "Please, stop this."

But the god only roared in fury as Killer ripped the shield out of the hands of another Paladin and smashed the heavy piece of steel hard onto its head, knocking it down, before turning to slash the terrible whip of Unworld essence as three more approached... and as Typhon's eyes glowed a ghostly, terrible white, Killer groaned in agony as he was blasted off his feet, flying through the air to crash onto the gravel on his torn, devastated back, vomiting blood as his spine arched for the terrible pain, before a huge bolt of lightning came cracking down from the sky and struck him like a planet-sized hammer, crushing him into the ground and causing his heart to go wild, beating painfully fast as his muscles twitched out of control and his fur and hair all but burst into flames with the terrible current cursing through him.

Killer let out a breathless howl of agony, but still forced back against the bolt, swinging an arm outwards and sending the electricity exploding from his fist towards the incoming Paladins, the three warriors melting together with their armors as the terrible lightning struck them... before Killer kicked up to his feet, panting, and his eyes glowed sapphire, losing their expression as his wounds visibly healed and his musculature bulged with power, growing even bigger.

Killer swung a hand upwards with a snarl, and fire and magma erupted in a column from under Typhon's feet, obscuring the sight of the enormous god for a moment... But the liger's eyes bulged as he felt a big shift in the energies around him and his instinct screamed at him. He turned backwards, forming a curtain of ice to shield himself, but Typhon's fist smashed through this without effort, slamming into him and sending him flying through the yard to crash back-fist into the enormous wall of stone.

Killer howled in agony as his maimed back sunk into the lodestone, cracks spreading all over the wall before he slumped forwards and slid down to the ground, leaving a trail of blood over the wall... And Typhon suddenly appeared above him, one enormous taloned foot raised, his fangs gritted in a snarling grin down at him.

"I came here today to punish you... but your insurrection..." Typhon paused, grinning in delight as he licked his lips. "Your blasphemy gives me the chance to kill you, right now. You are a second rate god, Amon-Ra. It is time you learned it!"

Killer leapt forward as the enormous foot lashed down, going into a roll as it barely missed and smashed into the ground in a vicious stomp, and the liger kicked up to his feet before slamming his hands onto the ground, a freezing mist surrounding his arms as he sent ice spreading over the ground and up the titan's legs, thick ice spreading up to the god's waist and past even that, before Typhon snorted laughter and literally shrugged the ice off himself, making it melt instantaneously and turning it into a vortex of water that smashed into Killer like a train, knocking him into the ground and piercing through his abdomen like a laser, blood spraying up from his torn stomach as he let out a breathless howl of agony.

Killer's back arched in pain, and the liger screamed even as he pushed against the raging waters with the strength of a muscular, mighty arm, rising it up and then slamming his fist into the ground, causing it to crack apart and shift tearing a canyon into the yard that opened under Typhon's feet, making him stumble briefly.

The water washed past, but Killer had not even time to process it happening: as he jumped back to his feet, some of Typhon's steel-tentacles shot at him from the god's waist, and tore through him like spears: one through his chest, one through a thigh, one through his arm, blood splattering out of each wound as Killer felt a lung shatter, blood filling his throat and chocking him as he coughed harshly as he was lifted into the air... and Typhon grinned, shaking his head slowly and teasing: "There's more power in my pinkie than in you, Lord Killer. Only foolishness it is for Heaven to lose this much time with you. But I'll fix the error!"

Killer spat a gout of blood out of his mouth, glaring up to Typhon and muttering darkly: "You are not the first who claims victory on me far too soon. You'll just make more noise when you hit the dust."

"I do not think so." Typhon replied with a laughter, before grinning as he spread his mighty arms out and flexed his powerful chest in front of Killer. "If you are not convinced that I'm invincible, put me to the test!"

"You bet." Killer muttered, before he seized the tentacle piercing through his chest with his free hand, ripping the biting, hissing creature of steel out of his flesh, snarling in pain and fury before he pulled on the hideous creature and tore it off Typhon's waist, throwing it to the ground. Killer's own tentacle-beasts pushed out of his shoulders, lunging at Typhon's face and chest and biting into the tentacles pierced through the liger's body, fangs biting and tearing even the serrated steel into pieces as the huge male freed himself, his wings flashing into view for a brief moment and propelling him high into the sky as he blasted a beam of golden energy down into the giant god below, the tremendous force washing over the giant and going off in a monstrous explosion that rocked the whole of Eaglenest and sent people sprawling throughout the fortress.

Killer winced as Typhon's laughter came loudly from beneath, before his energy was slapped backwards and he had to give another mighty flap of wings to launch himself backwards as his own beam of golden flames shot like a laser towards the sky as Typhon lashed a hand out towards him.

Killer charged forwards immediately, his enormous tentacles arching in midair and lunging down towards the draconic god, but the liger gaped in shock as suddenly everything around him slowed abruptly down, then stopped, as if time itself had ceased to flow, and the giant monster ahead of him, grinning widely, easily seized into the now motionless tentacles and ripped them off Killer's back, one by one.

Has he... stopped time...?

Killer groaned in agony as blood sprayed up from his back with every tentacle that was torn, his body feeling all pains and all sensations, his mind and senses all working, but feeling nonetheless impotent as he was imprisoned in a completely motionless body, the battle below in the yard stopped in an absurd still image as well as the huge male repressed a shiver and felt a drop of cold sweat run down his temple, before Typhon leisurely walked onwards and raised a huge arm high above him.

"Scared, Amon-Ra...? You should be!"

The huge fist came down like a meteor, and Killer couldn't do anything to avoid it. It smashed into him with terrifying violence, and as it hit, time returned to normal, Killer shooting through the air to crash into the yard, cratering it and sinking deep into the stone with a roar of pain, which turned into an howl as Typhon made a cutting gesture with a finger and a blade of light shot down from the sky to pierce into Killer's chest, nailing him to the ground and making his eyes bulge in shock.

Darkness creeped in over his eyesight, the images of his surroundings fading and reddening as blood leaked into his eyes, but he still saw Manticora charge in with the cleavers, only to be slapped viciously away by a blast of tremendous psychic force.

Ira and Vesta were next, shooting in from the sides with powerful flaps of their wings, but twin blasts of lightning shot down from the sky and crushed both Seraphims into the ground, before Adrasthea leapt in, standing over Killer at over 30 feet tall and pointing her spear at Typhon's throat...

But Killer's eyes could only stare from one Seraphim to another as both Ira and Vesta writhed on the ground as the terrible blasts of electricity shot through them, and he felt a roar of fury escape his mouth as he seized the blade of light sticking out of his chest in a hand.

The energy cut into his flesh like a scalpel, but he still ripped the sword off and pushed up to his feet, throwing it past Adrasthea and into Typhon's chest.

It struck like a well aimed spear throw, but bounced off uselessly, and Killer shoved Adrasthea out of the way, ignoring her as she shouted to him to stop and drop out of the fight and barely hearing Gaia as she pleaded again: "Please, stop it!"

"I won't stop it until the fake Amon-Ra is dead!" Typhon roared, snarling like a beast as he swung a fist out towards Killer: this time, though, the liger flapped his mighty wings and shot over the blow, lashing out his own huge fist with all the strength he could master, muscles bulging with power as the punch caught Typhon right in the muzzle, a splatter of blood spraying upwards and a curved, saber-like tooth exploding out of the god's mouth... Before Killer grunted as he was blasted into the ground by a wave of psychic rage.

Typhon growled in shock and fury, his head twisted to the side and blood leaking out of his mouth, before he straightened and rubbed the back of a hand over his lips, looking briefly at the blood over his fingers before muttering: "That's not much of an accomplishment for your best shot. Your hand wasn't that hot... care to see what mine is like?"

The god laughed, his hands bursting into black flames as he brought them up to strike, and Adrasthea stepped forwards again, Ira and Vesta jumping back on their feet as Killer struggled to get back up, before they all winced as a fearsome, vicious wind blew into the yard, spinning in a hurricane that invested Typhon and slammed him backwards into the walls of the gigantic fortress, crushing him against the lodestone as literal blades of wind ripped gashes throughout his body, the giant shaking his head in denial and snarling in pain.

"I said: ENOUGH!" Gaia roared, her voice carrying the violence of a million thunders, deafening and booming, rattling the fortress like a child's toy as she walked onwards slowly, her height and slender body unchanged but her beautiful eyes turned into pits of murderous crimson light.

Killer stared at her in shock as she walked past him and slowly pulled a hand up, pointing her palm against Typhon as the god tried to force back against the winds and gale with his tremendous physical power: vines as thick as redwoods ripped out of the ground and of the fortress's wall, wrapping around the god and crushing him like a can as the sound of broking bones loudly echoed through the yard even above the roar of the hurricane.

Typhon's eyes flashed, but his psychic attack crumbled against the violence of the gale, and he gargled in shock and agony as more vines ripped their way out of his mouth, the vegetation feeding of his energy and spreading all over him while also developing curved, cruel thorns dripping with poison.

"Enough." Gaia's voice boomed again, and Killer stared as Typhon gave a small, trembling nod, fighting against the gigantic vines ripping out of his throat.

Gaia clenched her hand into a fist, however, and the vines coiled even tighter, Typhon looking like he was about to explode in a splatter of gore and poison that the enormous thorns were injecting into him from all directions, before his eyes flashed and black flames began to consume the vines... And Killer quickly ran up to Gaia's side, touching her shoulder gently and saying quietly: "It's over, Gaia."

Adrasthea walked in from the other side, and she also squeezed gently into the snow leopardess's shoulder, and Gaia dropped her hand to her side with a slight nod, the gales immediately calming down to a cool breeze and the vines retreating into the ground, with those that were growing out of Typhon himself falling to the ground and quickly rotting into nothingness as Gaia's eyes returned to their normal, quiet and soulful expression.

"You've brought enough annoyance for today, Typhon. And we've been all too accommodating and patient with you and your absurd condemns. Now you will pack up your scrolls, your grunts and your two cowards, and you will go away. Quickly." Gaia firmly commanded, looking coldly up to the much larger god's eyes, Killer staring at her in surprise and admiration, feeling the incredible power radiating out of her and looking up at the sky to see that it had turned into a dark spiral of clouds illuminated by lightning bolts.

The fury and power and eager for destruction that he felt radiating out of Gaia were fearsome, but he did not let go of her, gently squeezing her shoulder still, and wondering how truly powerful and dangerous she was, remembering that she was Nature, and that, despite her shy and quiet nature, she was the greatest force in the world: the source of all natural phenomena. Including the worst cataclysms...

Her voice still sounded like apocalypse, the thunders speaking for her from the sky above, and her gaze was cold and merciless: hers was an order, and one that could not be discussed.

Michael, who had been further smashed into bits by Ira, Vesta and Manticora during the fight, was all too happy to walk away from the goddess and towards the entrance of the fortress, followed by the humiliated platoon of Paladins, many missing their swords or shields and all having their armor dented and ripped and bloodied, some barely able to stand on their feet.

Anahel, who had exploited the chaos to stay back and avoid entering the fight not to risk a direct confrontation with his very angry wife, easily slid in line among the Paladins, wearing his helmet up, and even Typhon did not dare replying to Gaia, stumbling forwards as his wounds quickly healed, and holding up a clawed finger, pointing it at Killer and the others: "This rebellion against the Heavenly Council will not go unpunished. There will be consequences... and you, Lord Killer... you are only second rate. You survive the day, but you won't last long."

"Ten percent, dear father. At best." Manticora hissed in reply, sporting a snarling grin of derision as she fearlessly faced her father. "Lord Killer is at barely 10% of his potential. You'll better remember it."

"I won't forget your insolence, daughter." Typhon replied with a snarl, before making a grimace in Killer's direction. "He won't go any further than this. He's a nobody, and he'll stay one."

"Don't bet on it." Killer coldly replied, crossing his huge arms on his chest, before Gaia stomped her feet and growled: "Still here? I said 'quickly'!' I'm tired to see your face."

"Fine. But this does not end here." Typhon coldly replied, before turning his back to them with a contemptuous snort, walking easily to the front of the column of Paladins, as the huge soldiers shrunk away from the angry god in fear.

Michael, on the other hand, turned back briefly to laugh and threaten: "The Heavenly Council will not let this rebellion go unpunished! You will all pay for this!"

"Never as much as your face!" Ira shouted back with a grin, while Vesta cackled and lashed out her fists into the air, before giving the monarch a double finger as Manticora formed a L with her fingers on her forehead, shouting: "Sore loser!"

"The term is douchebag." Adrasthea corrected loudly, and Michael looked like he had been kicked hard in the testicles for a moment, before he turned away with a snarl and walked away quickly, trying to put enough distance between his ears and the laughter of Killer and of the girls not to hear them anymore.

Killer looked over Typhon's back as the huge god leaded the delegation away, the Paladins trashed and beaten and Michael bloodied and dark with fury, the liger biting at his tongue lightly as he thought of the Paladins trashed and beaten and Michael bloodied and dark with fury, the liger biting at his tongue lightly as he thought of how he had just had his ass handed to him on a silver plate.

He took a breath of relief, even as he brought his hand up to cover one of the horrible wounds in his chest, feeling his warm blood sticking to his fingers even as he focused energy into his fingers to aid his own regeneration and healing, flesh quickly growing back in place to fill the ugly hole. "I can't quite believe that they are walking away like that, instead of pressing on now, if I really have all the margin for growth that you talk about. The prospect of me growing stronger does not seem to worry them."

"It scares the crap out of them, actually, I can ensure that." Manticora replied wisely, shaking her head slowly before she added: "My father is unpleasant all the time, but with you he is so much of an ass because he fears you. He feels that there's a new alpha on the ring, and he does not want to be kicked off his seat."

"But there's a very real and very good reason why they are running away." Vesta explained, wrapping a muscular, strong arm around Gaia's shoulders, pulling the much smaller, slender female tightly against her side as she grinned and said: "You've not yet seen what Gaia is like when pissed off. Believe me, it's something you do not want to see. Think of all the hurricanes, tornados, earthquakes, volcanoes and shit, and imagine combining them all together in a single immense bang. Then add some more. That's Gaia angry."

The goddess blushed and looked down at the ground shyly as Killer gazed at her with a smile, knowing that Vesta was not exaggerating: the power he had felt, the strength he always felt around Gaia were absolutely astounding. And Typhon's reaction was just another confirmation.

Typhon, indeed. Killer made a bit of a grimace to himself, looking at his arms covered in bruises and gashes and wounds, thinking bitterly about the sorry state in which he was after the one-sided fight.

For perhaps the first time, Killer was faced with the true awareness of the real power of a full-fledged god and with the resulting knowledge that, as strong as he was, he really had a lot to learn. He definitely wasn't strong enough to fight on a god's level without the odds being stacked completely against him.

It was a terrible truth to accept, especially for someone as proud - and arrogant - as Killer was, but it was a lesson learned, and an added motivation for training even harder, for bringing all of his power to the surface, and build yet more of it if possible. And one day, he would have made Typhon taste the same bitterness he had to stomach now.

"At least, you did not get the whip. On that I won, in the end." Killer said amusedly, turning to Vesta and Ira as they walked to his side, before he turned to Manticora and he put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently as the zebra wrapped an arm around his waist with a bright smile.

"Why do you always have to play superhero...?" Vesta asked, shaking her head slowly with a wide smile, sliding her muscular arm up around his neck and pulling him against her side. "You took a beating to save our asses. Think we couldn't endure the whip?"

"You can endure that and more. I know well how strong you all are. But you did not deserve it... and none of you is getting whipped under my eyes. In no circumstances." Killer easily replied, before he grinned and gave a little nod, adding: "Unless you ask me to whip you. You are all kind of messed up when it comes to sex."

"Sweet." Ira observed, smiling affectively as she pushed past Vesta to kiss his cheek. "And said by the one who's got perfectly average preferences and lusts." She teasingly added, grinning and nudging him firmly in the side.

"It might be stupid to play the hero's part... But I don't think you'd like me that much if I wasn't my dumb self." Killer playfully observed, and Vesta blinked and looked thoughtful, before Gaia lovingly hugged his waist from behind and laughed, replying softly: "Probably."

Adrasthea nodded, leaning on her spear as she removed her helm with the other hand, smiling softly herself as she agreed, adding: "It is good to know that we can count on you. Everyone needs a firm bulwark to cling to, in life... and you are ours."

Killer smiled at her softly, touched by her words, before Vesta grinned and nodded in agreement, but she held up a finger a moment later, observing: "If you want to play superhero, though, do it properly. You didn't even use your special technique!"

The huge male looked at her half-curiously, half-scared of what he was going to hear, as he poked a huge breast teasingly and asked: "What's my special technique? Boob-squeeze? Ugly-smile there had no boobs to grab."

"That's a good technique against female opponents, but you got the best of special techniques for use against male enemies..." Vesta teased, grinning as she turned to push chest to chest with him, nuzzling at his throat gently as one of her hands traced down his thick, powerful chest and chiseled abs, ruffling the trail of flush hair going down from his navel towards his crotch, before her hand seized into the thick, huge shape of his long, enormous flaccid shaft.

"I knew it would end this way." Killer said with a grin, while Vesta bumped his nose with hers as she smirked and said cheerfully: "That's because you know it's a true superweapon. Drop your pants and show this thing off, and any male who sees it will run away to hide under his bed for the shame!"

"Slut. And anyway, that technique works real well with females too. You only need to look at us to see how effective it is." Ira said, grinning as she nodded wisely, before Killer looked up past Vesta's shoulder and saw that Typhon and the others were gone, well out of sight. He let out a sigh of relief, and closed his eyes with a groan, muttering: "I think I need to... drop on my face and sleep like a rock for a few hours."

The adrenaline in his body was now receding slowly, and all his wounds competed to give him the most pain, with many of the gashes and rips in his front healing quickly but painfully and with his back still devastated and ripped open whenever Unworld residue continued to greedily drink of his vital energies.

"Oh, sky. I was forgetting!" Gaia exclaimed, bowing her head and shrinking into her shoulders, blushing a deep, burning scarlet as she looked at his bleeding, maimed back, walking back a step and holding her hands up as protective vines spread over her fingers to form Unworld-resistant gloves. "Please, excuse me, Killer. I... I lost focus."

"Oh, it happens to me too. It's not loss of focus, it's just that you focus on his muscles and body and..." Vesta paused, grinning stupidly as Gaia glared at her even as her cheeks continued to burn red, and the Seraphim made a zipping motion on her lips. "Please don't hurt me."

Ira snorted and shoved Vesta to the side, gently taking hold of Killer's shoulders and guiding him down slowly as she kneeled on the ground, and Killer blinked in surprise as the demoness let him rest over her body, head leaning onto her huge, soft breasts, the huge male looking into her eyes with a dumb grin before saying: "I could get used to this."

"Oh, really...?" The cobra ironically asked, poking him firmly between his eyes, before they laughed as she wrapped her arms gently around his neck. "Amuse yourself on my breasts until you can, because you are not going to like what's coming."

"I know." Killer replied, making a bit of a grimace before kissing a huge swell softly, making Ira smile as she played her fingers through his mane, Vesta looking at this enviously and shouldering Ira lightly as she sat down at her side, seizing Killer's wrist and putting his hand over her own huge breasts. "Don't go betraying me just yet." The queen teased, smiling lovingly down at Killer as he shook his head amusedly and eagerly squeezed on the enormous swell, loving the feel of soft, firm flesh between his fingers as he said softly: "I never would, Vesta, you know it well... Anyone else who feels left out?" He asked, turning with a loving smile towards Adrasthea and Manticora, as both females kneeled at his side, Manticora taking his huge arm in her own and hugging it to her strong, beautiful body, kissing his shoulder gently.

"I wouldn't mind my Master's touch... with these girls around, I feel like I have competitors, after all. My ego needs a little stroke." Adrasthea answered, nodding a bit as she winked at him, putting her hands on her knees and pushing her chest out to underline even more the godlike glory of her enormous, firm breasts. It took jewels like Ira, Vesta and Manticora, or Alexis, to rival the goddess's beauty and bosom, and Killer gladly turned towards her with a smile, kissing her bosom lovingly, making her release a sigh of happiness as she cupped his cheeks in her hands.

"Now hold on tight, Killer." Manticora said, squeezing his huge arm, and he nodded, feeling Gaia's soft hand stroking over the back of his neck before Nature sighed and announced: "Here we go."

Killer groaned in pain as he felt Gaia's fingers pushing forwards into his deep wounds, digging forwards as delicately as they could, checking for Unworld residue and tearing it out of each and every gash. It made Killer's nerves flex burn with agony, but it was necessary... and when all residue was removed from a wound, this finally started to heal, which was obviously a good thing.

"Thanks, Gaia... it's a major luck that you can do that." Killer said, looking over his shoulder at her, but the snow leopardess only shook her head quietly, her cheeks still flushed.

"It's my pleasure to help, Killer... I just wish... this wasn't necessary. I know it hurts terribly."

"We could do it in the healing cathedral too, but it would be even worse. Unword residue and deep wounds just make for a horrible combination, there's no escape." Vesta added, before stroking a finger down the still visible, pulsing line of a healing wound, musing: "But you really are made of awesome. You are healing incredibly fast, and you've punched Typhon in the face with a broken back and Unworld essence eating your energy away all the time."

"Indeed, your body is... throwing energy to the Unworld essence to fence it off and prevent it from penetrating deeper into your body, or causing any worse damage and debilitation. I've never seen anything like this." Ira wisely added, looking over his healing back with shock, caressing his flesh near a wound still infected with black matter, feeling the flow of burning-hot energy constantly overfeeding the destructive essence, almost enough to somehow overload it. "It truly is amazing. How can you even sustain such a loss of energy...? How much do you have...?"

Killer didn't know the answer. He didn't even get all of her words, and there was a lot he did not understand. He winced as Gaia removed another large chunk of dark essence from one of his wounds, before holding her palm up and consuming the dark good with bright sapphire flames in her hand, and he shook his head slowly before looking up at a worried Manticora, saying gently: "Your father is really strong. I can see now, from where all that power of yours comes."

"One day, Master, Typhon's power will pale into insignificance as your full potential is revealed. And he knows it." The zebra replied, grinning widely before bending forwards to kiss his cheek lovingly, nuzzling him gently.

Killer laughed quietly at that, nodding slightly and observing: "Today he's positively flattened me into the floor, so it's a bit hard to imagine... But in a way or another, I'm paying him back for this, that's for sure. Give me a few hours to sleep this off, and I'll be back training and preparing."

"We know you will kick his ugly ass." Vesta cheerfully agreed, grinning widely as she slammed her fist into her open palm. "And it is going to be one fucking hell of a sight! But for today, no training. And maybe not tomorrow either. You badly need not just good rest, but a leave. Take it, spend your pay, bust some pussy, buy nice stuff, bust more pussies, then come back and fuck MY pussy! You know, have a good leave!"

"I'm his Mentor. I should have a say about leaves for him." Ira protested, turning towards Vesta with a glare, but the tigress glared back and firmly asked: "Who's the fucking queen of the fucking Seraphims here?"

Ira glowered at this, but she bowed her head after a moment, looking sulky as she muttered: "You. Bitch."

"That's it!" Vesta cheerfully exclaimed, nudging the cobra playfully. "That's the Ira I like. The one that punches Michael in the face and basically tells Typhon: 'fuck this shit, I'm a demoness'."

"That was kind of epic indeed." Killer amusingly observed, punching Ira's shoulder gently, and the cobra smiled, brightening as she nodded and confirmed: "Fine, you are officially on leave. For the next two days, you'll set the schedule."