A massive castle sat in dead battlefield surrounded by all-encompassing darkness. The ground around it looked dead and infertile and it seemed to be covered with black dirt, rust, and dead plants. Skulls and skeletons of many different beasts littered the landscape, many of which were humanoid in appearance. The sky above was blocked by dark clouds so thick that they seemed to prevent any chance of daylight seeping through. The castle was old and decayed, with various areas collapsed or ready to collapse to the ground. Each block that made up the castle seemed to be covered in black ash and dirt.
A giant fireball of green exploded out of a nearby window, causing the fragile glass to shatter and fall to the earth twenty feet below. A moment later there was a flash of lightning that seemed to come from deep within the depths of the castle. Then there was a low rumble. There was the sound of an explosion, screaming, shouting, clangs of metal, and roars. More flashes and more explosions followed. With each rattle, it looked like bricks would start falling off the walls. Many of the worst towers looked like they would collapse at any second. Anything still living in the area had long fled.
“This is the end!” A man’s voice shouted out as he ran up
the side of a wall as easily as a normal person might run on the floor.
As he reached the top, he pushed off the wall with his feet, using enough force that a small crater indented into the stone. A rush of wind exploded outward, as he flew at an impossible speed towards his target. That target was a conspicuous man with horns. He wore a black cloak, and wherever he moved, shadows seemed to follow him. The blade of the first struck the arm of the dark man, and a massive shockwave erupted, rattling the castle again.
This was the final encounter of the Demon Lord and the hero. They were within the Demon Lord’s castle, a location the hero had only managed to break through after some significant sacrifice. Anyone who had the strength to aid the Demon Lord or the hero had long run away. This wasn’t just the Demon Lord’s generals who had either died or fled for their lives to islands over the seas. The hero’s own companions had also left the fight for various reasons. By the time the hero had finally made it here, he was all alone.
So, the two men fought. One was shrouded in darkness, while the other was shrouded in a holy light. Despite this, the expression on either man’s face wasn’t too different. They were both grim, bitter, and tired. Both men fought to the death, but they fought as men fighting for their own lives. There was no sense of superiority or glory in the hero’s gaze. He didn’t seem to hold an ounce of hatred for the Demon Lord. Rather, his expression seemed to suggest that this was just something he had to do. As for the Demon Lord, he too did not have any expression of hatred. Instead, he only looked tired and resigned to this fate.
Two powerful beings were pitted against each other in a fight to the death, and neither man could back down. The hero wielded a sword, Resonance, which glowed with a holy light that resembled the power emanating from his skin. It was the aura of the goddess. She was with him at that moment, filling his body with more power than ever before. Perhaps, the Demon Lord might have been a stronger force normally, but with the goddess Athia’s blessing, the hero only grew stronger and stronger as they fought.
Although the fight had been going on for nearly an hour, it
was quickly becoming clear who was winning. The light triumphed over the dark.
Wasn’t that expected?
“You are… an interesting foe, hero…” the Demon Lord spoke the first words he had said that night. “You remind me a lot of an old friend of mine.”
The hero stopped, putting his sword to his side and taking a quick breath while there seemed to be a break in the fight, even though he still watched the Demon Lord cautiously. “Is that so?”
The Demon Lord smiled bitterly, his hands tightening on the column he was holding himself up with. “He died… a long time ago now. I’ve lived, far longer than I was supposed to. I… used to be from another world, like you… once.”
The hero’s eyes widened, this being the first time he had
ever heard anything like that. “Really? Did you
come from someplace like Earth?
Why did you end up as the world’s enemy?”
“Earth?” The Demon lord’s eyes flashed for a second, but then he sighed. “Many things happened. I’m not the first man Athia declared a Demon Lord. I’m merely one of a long line of them. It didn’t seem like so long ago when I was standing in your place.”
“You were this world’s hero?” The hero suggested in disbelief.
The Demon Lord shook his head slightly, although it wasn’t
clear if he was answering the hero’s question or not. “Can I hear your name,
before you defeat me.”
The hero shrugged, feeling the situation somewhat odd, but going with it anyway. “My name is Lan. Lan Pine.”
The Dark Lord’s expression was difficult to see in his hood,
but he seemed to be shaking. He muttered something under his breath that the
hero could barely hear.
“That cruel whor*. She would do this…” He murmured and then
took a step toward Lan.
Lan instinctually took a step back raising his sword up once
again. This seemed to snap the Demon Lord out of his stupor. His eyes shot to Lan,
and then he gave a strangely sympathetic smile. In fact, his eyes seemed to
hold something approaching pity. It made Lan’s spine tingle, but he still
didn’t know how to act toward it.
“Lan, Hero of Dia, I will not fight back any longer. Use
your strongest blow, and wipe me from this world. Your goddess planned to have us both die in this fight to the death. It is
true that I can deliver many curses that would bring you down with me. I will
not do so. In exchange, I have but two requests. I leave them to you to decide
if you’ll keep them.”
Lan’s eyes narrowed, and he didn’t move, but he kept his
ears open. “Speak.”
“My first request is that you do not attempt to return to
your old world. The goddess likely promised you one wish. Use it to protect
yourself from the goddess herself. With her goals met, she will turn on you, as
she turned on me. Request that she cannot harm you or use her holy abilities
against you, or better yet ask her to remove her own holy abilities. Make a
request that selfishly protects yourself. It is the only way you can survive
what will come next.”
“What will come next?” Lan raised an eyebrow, but there wasn’t any shock in his eyes upon hearing the Demon Lord’s words.
What the Demon Lord was saying wasn’t much different from thoughts he himself had considered. He understood the Demon Lord all too well. He was already certain the goddess wasn’t truthful with him. Perhaps that was what the Demon Lord had seen in his eyes that lead to this break. To hear his own deepest fears echoed back to him, it was a humbling experience for the hero.
“A hero is only needed in a war. With me defeated, you are no longer needed.” The Demon Lord shrugged as if the answer was self-evident. “The second request is far simpler. My daughter, she resides in this castle.”
The Demon Lord tossed a key out, the item clattering a few
feet away from Lan’s feet. Lan looked down at it
but didn’t move to pick it up yet. He was still wary of the Demon Lord, even if
he was acting this way.
“You… have a daughter? How do you know I won’t just kill
her?”
“Before the fight, I locked my daughter in a cell in the basem*nt. I had hoped that the hero would mistake her for a captive and she’d have a chance to escape. However, I’ve decided to change those plans. My study in the basem*nt has a small diary. Read it. It’ll explain… enough. My daughter is willful, foolhardy, and childish. Please, take care of her. That is my second wish.”
Lan didn’t know what to day. It didn’t seem like the dark wishes of a Demon Lord. He could at least follow that the Demon Lord distrusted the goddess and would similar encourage Lan to do the same. However, what had compelled the Demon Lord to trust him with his daughter. Lan didn’t know the answer, but he could tell that the man was being genuine.
“… very well.” Lan finally agreed after a few more moments
of silence.
The Demon Lord took a deep breath as if a load was lifted
off of his shoulders. “Then, strike me down, hero. Let us end this battle.
Whatever happens next, I leave that on your shoulders.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lan demanded.
The Demon Lord shrugged. “You’ll find out when the time is right.”
Lan watched the Demon Lord stand there defenseless for a few more moments, still looking for any traps or tricks. However, it was always Lan’s goal to defeat this man. If he could accomplish that goal, that was why he was here, after all. Lan sighed, and still watching the Demon Lord carefully, he raised up Resonance and allowed a holy light to pour into it.
The Demon Lord pulled back his hood and smiled. His face was
very old and wrinkled. He looked like a scholar more than a madman. He had
horns, but that was the only feature of his body that looked truly demonic.
There were those with massive teeth, red skin, warped features, but the Demon
Lord held none of that. His eyes were a bit dark and sunken in. He had an
impossibly exhausted expression on his face. He had grey hair, a few scars, but
otherwise didn’t look like the Demon Lord who had brought humanity to its
knees.
He held out his hands, and Lan brought the sword down. A massive torrent of power erupted. It was slow moving, relative to the abilities of these two men. The Demon Lord could have blocked it or dodged it. Lan knew instinctively that it wouldn’t be fatal unless the Demon Lord intentionally allowed it to hit. The holy smite struck the Demon Lord anyway, and there was a great aura of holy purity that erupted from it. It carpeted the entire castle with incandescent white light. If there had been any other evil beings in the castle, this holy smite would have annihilated them as well. Just like that, the entire castle was purged.
As for where the Demon Lord had been standing, there was nothing left but a small pile of ash. Lan walked over to the pile of ash and pushed it around with his foot a bit. He had kept a strong sense on the Demon Lord’s lifeforce up until the moment he shot the holy smite. For all intents and purposes, it looked like the spell had landed, and the Demon Lord was no more. Only then did he pick up the key, and head to the basem*nt stairs the Demon Lord had indicated.
Even with several spells involving finding secret passages, it took the hero ten minutes to locate the stairway to the basem*nt. Just how the Demon Lord had described it, there was a small study, which included an oak desk. On the desk was the Demon Lord’s diary. After seeing everything the hero had seen, he still didn’t trust the Demon Lord. He used every detect trap spell he could on the diary before finally leaning over and picking it up. As he did so, a small picture slid out and fell to the floor. He put the diary back down and then leaned over, grabbing the image.
As he picked it up, he noticed it was a photographic image from a camera. It was wallet sized and it must have been something the Demon Lord had taken from his homeworld. The image was faded out and decrepit. It looked to be over a thousand years old, only able to even still exist thanks to magic. It depicted two people with their arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders. One of them looked to be the Demon Lord, and the other a close friend. At this point and time, the Demon Lord looked much younger. This was him before he came to the world of Dia. Lan’s eyes widened at that picture.
The Demon Lord really was just a human. There were no horns or anything like it. This image showed Lan everything he needed to see to realize the Demon Lord was genuine. He sat down at the desk, picking up the journal. He began to read through it, his expression complicated. As he read the journal, he began to compare this man’s experiences with his own. He noticed more and more parallels. He noticed more and more similarities.
“So, it was like this since the beginning.” Lan sighed,
finally closing the book, unable to read another word.
Lan had always had his suspicions, ever since coming to this world. He had only approached this castle wanting it all to be over with. He, like the Demon Lord, had expected to fight to the death. If he survived at all, he figured he’d be nothing more than a shell of a man. After defeating the Demon Lord, he had planned to ask the goddess to wipe his memory and send him back to Earth. He didn’t want to remember this place at all. He didn’t want to remember the war, or the horrors he had seen. How quickly things changed. His hand touched the journal. Now, he couldn’t afford to forget it.
At this moment, the hero was at his peak mentally and physically. The last hour of fighting had only been enough to equal a good workout for Lan. Thus, his mind was sharp, and he was able to quickly put everything together. All of the missing holes seemed to be filled. It was almost like his meeting the Demon Lord was fated.
He thought back to everything that had happened since he had come here. The more he thought, the angrier he became. That’s right. It had been this world from the very beginning that had caused this mess. He could only stare bitterly at the desk, his fingers spinning the key in his hand. Everything made sense now.
A glowing portal began to form. It filled the dark basem*nt with light. First, it started with blue speckles floating through the air, but then it coalesced into a complete shimmering portal of blue. Lan looked up at the portal and shook his head. That would be his date with destiny, right? He left the key and the journal behind, stood up, and approached the portal. As he headed towards it, he grew more resolute. Lan had made his decision.
Stepping into the portal, he found himself appearing in a familiar room. He had only stood here once before, four years ago when he had started this journey. It was a room of complete white light. The floor could only vaguely be seen, a white tiled thing that seemed foggy and ethereal. The walls were non-existent, white light appearing as far as the eye could see. If someone squinted you might see the shadows of pillars off in the distance, but if you tried to approach them, you’d never reach them. In the center of the room, and the only thing that stood out was a massive throne up on a set of stairs, and on that throne room sat a beautiful woman who looked proud and regal.
Many years ago, Lan had been teleported from his own world all of a sudden, only to appear before this ethereal beauty with light blue hair, grey eyes, and the fairest skin imaginable. She had caused his mouth to grow dry and blood to rush to all kinds of parts of his body. She had smiled gently and his heart ached and fluttered for her. During that first meeting, he would have promised this woman anything. He was so young back then, so naive.
Now, things were different. Lan was just a child then, only eighteen years of age. Four years of training and war had truly changed the kind of man Lan was. He once felt righteousness and the concept of right and wrong. He felt contempt for the evil Demon Lord, and wanted nothing more than to bring his head to this woman who spoke such sweet words to him. He’d swallow anything she gave him. All of that seemed to have melted away in a nonstop flood of blood and death. The woman sat there, the same as she always did. However, when he swallowed now, he only tasted ash.
“Hero Lan, congratulations!” The goddess Athia smiled. “You have defeated the Demon
Lord, as you set out to do some four years ago.”
The Lan from four years ago might have taken those words at face value. He would have smiled up at her happily, shy and scared over this goddess’s approval. Now, he could read people a lot better than before. This goddess who seemed so high and mighty once didn’t intimidate him like she used to. He could see a little bit of displeasure in her eyes. He could tell that she had hoped he’d be a lot more defeated after the Demon Lord battle. In an ideal world, he’d be dead, but even alive, Lan should have been emotionally and mentally beaten, easy to manipulate.
“Many things happened over the last four years.” Lan gave a noncommittal answer, which caused Athia’s lips to tighten in an imperceptible way.
“So, they have…” Athia answered, her face he once would have called expressionless yet warm was telling him now that she was displeased but trying to maintain her deceptive godly aura.
“Goddess… you promised me four years ago that if I defeated
the Demon Lord…”
Athia’s eyes brightened and she nodded. “Yes, with your job
completed, I will be able to send you home. You will wake up on Earth. As a
goddess, I promise that you won’t even remember a thing from this world.”
Lan’s mouth twisted slightly. This was so close to how he had originally wanted things, that even knowing what he knew, he felt slightly tempted. However, that was all this was. It was a temptation. Lan slowly shook his head, and for the first time, the goddess frowned.
“If I recall correct,
my goddess, you promised to fulfill any wish or desire I had,” Lan spoke up. “You only used returning
home as an example of a wish I’d want.”
“Right…” Athia’s hands tightened on her throne for a moment before she put on a smile like that was a lie. “Of course, four years changes many men. Perhaps you want something else now? Wealth? Nobility? A woman? Please understand, you will be stuck on this world for the rest of your life with whatever desire you want, be careful what you wish for.”
“Is that a threat?” Lan narrowed his eyes.
Athia let out a laugh which held a dangerous tinge to it.
“Why would a goddess feel the need to threaten a mere mortal. I’ve just seen
many men tempted by material goods go down a dark path. You could return home,
reenter your reincarnation cycle, and live a normal life. If you get greedy,
there is only darkness and death in that direction. I picked you all those
years ago because I thought you were better than that.”
Lan almost wanted to clap his hands. Her demeanor was
impeccable. A perfect blend of self-righteousness, threat, and superiority to
put down just about any argument. Her words made Lan only more certain of the
path he chose. He could tell that she was truly agitated
because she had let something slip she hadn’t intended to. Lan picked up on it
though.
“Reenter the reincarnation cycle? Are you saying that if I went back to Earth, I’d be reborn as a baby?”
Athia’s smile froze for a moment, and then she picked at her
robes, which seemed to cling seductively to her body no matter what position
she took.
“Of course, that is the ideal way to return you. You’d have
a fresh, new life to live. You wouldn’t have to carry the memories of this war.
You wouldn’t be…”
“A liability?” Lan offered, causing Athia to give him a
tight smile, her façade slowly breaking.
“If you wish to return to Earth with your memories intact,
it… can be arranged.’
“What about my old life?”
Athia sighed, closing her eyes. It was clear that she had never intended to mention these details. Part of arriving there mentally and physically exhausted would mean that Lan would agree to whatever she offered and not ask questions. Lan now realized that had he said yes to her original offer, Lan would have ended up being born as some baby on Earth with no memory. Effectively, his life would have been over. This was how dangerous Athia was. No wonder the Demon Lord had warned him.
“Your old life cannot be returned. The second I brought you
to this world, that no longer became a possibility. However, I can send you
back to Earth with your memories intact. I can make your parents rich. You can
even be born with a beautiful sister and
various other perks. Returning to your world truly is the best option. You
don’t belong in the reincarnation cycle of my world. You don’t belong here.”
“You brought me here…”
Athia rubbed her temples, her smile finally dropping again. “I brought you here because you don’t belong here. It was why you could affect the fate of my world so drastically. If you continue to remain, you could have dire effects on the equilibrium of this world. That’s why… I can’t allow you to stay!”
“What about the princess? Her hand was promised to me! What
about all of the gold and diamonds and jewels the King said he’d deliver.”
“Lan!” Athia finally snapped. “Do not succumb to greed. You
have done me a favor, fixing this world for me, but it is only one of many
worlds I watch. Do not think that your insignificant life has more meaning than
it does! I am a goddess, and you are a simple mortal. Do not push me further!
State what you want on Earth, and I will try to arrange it. State your wish!”
Lan scratched his chin, looking over at Athia for a bit. Her face was slightly flushed now. Her icy exterior was broken. She appeared to be breathing hard. It was clear she was trembling with anger. Perhaps she never expected to be questioned so much by a mere mortal. However, the goddess now looked very human. In some ways, that actually made her look a bit sexier. Her heaving chest brought attention to her boobs. Her flushed cheeks gave her a cute appearance. Even her pouty eyes held beauty in them.
She was a goddess, after all, so she was an immaculate
beauty. There were few women on either planet that could match her. Perhaps the
princess could be considered close, but only close. Lan closed his eyes, took a
steadying breath, and decided to make his wish. He was basing this off of
something he had read in the diary of the Demon Lord.
The goddess Athia is bound by one fundamental law, the divine law. She is the goddess of purity and righteousness. Thus, her powers are bound by that law. A goddess’s divine will and heavenly will or two separate things, and when a goddess fails to maintain her own laws, heavenly will enforces it.
Simply put, Athia is bound to her word by heavenly will. She promised Lan a single wish or desire fulfilled. The Demon Lord had suggested he use it to protect himself from Athia, but as the anger grew inside Lan, he realized that simply surviving wasn’t enough. The war had hurt him greatly, and he no longer held life, even his own, with the same value it once had. Rather, in his heart, he felt the need for only one thing. He wanted vengeance.
“Goddess Athia, here is my wish.” Lan declared. “Since I’ve
been brought to this world, I’ve been forced to deal with unimaginable pain,
heartbreak, and death. I reasoned out the cause of my distress, and it all
comes down to five different women. Five women had betrayed, used, or
manipulated me for their own ends. My only wish to you, goddess, is that I will
be given the power and opportunity to rape,
defile, and gain vengeance on all five of them! That is what I want!”
Athia nodded, standing up, but no sooner did she put her arms out then she blinked, finally noticing how different these words truly were from expectations. “What are you saying? You want the goddess of purity to aid you in raping mortal women?”
“…”
Athia’s face grew disgusted, shaking her head as she looked at Lan. “Had I known you were so petty and demented, I never would have summoned you. This war has sadly destroyed a good man. I will send you back to your Earth and wipe your memory. Perhaps, I can get rid of this darkness inside you. This action is only right.”
Lan bit his lip bitterly. “You don’t get it, goddess, of
those five women who used and betrayed me, you are one of them! I plan to push
you down and defile you first!”
Athia stared at Lan blankly for a moment, clearly not able
to grasp his words. It’d be like a fish suddenly jumping out of the water and
threatening to bait a fisherman. It was so laughable that it was difficult to
believe. Athia could only shake her head in wonder.
“I am a goddess. I have been around for eons, ruling the cosmos and guiding countless planets. There are many paths to godhood, but mine is through purity and righteousness. I am a virgin. No man or woman has touched me in my entire existance. I am everything right, and pure, and good. You, a mere mortal, say you wish to defile me? You are truly a disgusting, little man.” Athia’s voice held only contempt now, any degree of pleasantness had completely faded.
“You are on the side of right and good?” Lan sneered. “How
laughable. Your divinity has already been severely weakened because of your
lack of righteousness. In fact, your virginity is the only thing that has kept
your godly vestige…”
“H-how did you kn-“
Athia stopped her, her eyes narrowing. “The Demon Lord! You allowed his words
to affect you! Of course, I should have realized…”
“I didn’t need the Demon Lord to tell me that!” Lan shot back. “I’ve been to your world, after all. You run that world, and your divine will affects all living things except for me. All of the people of your world are infused with your purity and righteousness. I could see the corruption of righteousness at every level from your soldiers to your nobility!
“Innocent people were put to death for convenience. I watched as human soldiers murdered children because they feared one of them might be a spy. I saw the hate towards the demi-humans, which your people enslaved and used. I saw your brand of righteousness. bigotry, xenophobia, racism, and over all of it an absolute certainty that the church of Athia approved of it all. I didn’t need a Demon Lord to expose your corruption. You expose yourself!”
“How dare you…” Athia’s body started to glow, starting to
channel holy magic, her face twisted in a furious expression. “Don’t lecture me
on the actions of my flock. I decide what is right and wrong! I am
righteousness itself!”
“So, was your bet with Nephron righteousness? Or purity?” Lan
asked with a grim expression.
The building power in Athia dwindled as she was once again
stunned by Lan’s words. “Nephron? You even know of him?”
“A God from another world asked for your hand in marriage. However, if you slept with him, your purity would be gone and your powers would diminish, and his strength would increase. You’d be subservient to Nephron. Unwilling to reject him and make an enemy, you made a bet instead. You each picked a race of beings and then put them together on the same planet. You selected humans. He selected demons. Whichever race won would decide. Billions of deaths, countless wars, all because you don’t have the guts to turn down a marriage proposal. All because you wanted power.”
Athia frowned, any last vestige of her once warm, godly expression was gone. Now, she only looked at Lan with resentment and hatred. Her entire façade had been systematically stripped away, and all that was left was a scared woman grasping at powers she didn’t want to give up. This had all just been a game to her.
Even Lan’s presence was a cheat. Athia didn’t see things going her way, so she summoned Lan to wipe out the Demon Lord and finally succeed in winning her bet. It was no wonder she didn’t want Lan to return to the planet. It was no wonder she wanted to wipe his memory and forget about him. If Nephron realized she had been cheating, who knows what that would do to her powers of righteousness, which already dwindled under her own hypocrisy.
“I’ve decided, Hero Lan, that I won’t send you back to Earth. Rather, I will take your soul and imprison it in a jewel. You will sit in a gem on a necklace that I will wear around my neck. You can be glad. You will live forever framing a goddess’s beauty. It is truly the noblest fate for you. You can sit an eternity between my tit*, never able to touch them.”
“I will have all of you…” Lan shot back bitterly, still unable to feel much regret as he stood against her in defiance, the surge of energy coming from her forcing his eyes closed.
Athia raised her hand, a power flowing to the tips of her fingers. Just as she moved to drop her hand and cast her spell, thus ripping Lan’s soul asunder, a stream of white light erupted from behind her and grabbed her wrist. Athia gasped as she tried to move her wrist, but she found it unable to fight against the restraint. She reached up with her other hand, but no sooner had she grabbed the first restraint when a second one attacked her other wrist.
With both arms being held by white, glowing restraints, more started wrapping around her. Her ankles were attacked. Her waist was restrained. In a few short seconds, her entire body was held tightly with her arms up in the air in an ungod-like position. Worst of all, she could no longer seem to access her own holy power, which was being restrained.
Lan opened one eye, and then the other. While Athia desperately fought against her restraints, a dark expression started to form on Lan’s face. The Demon Lord… had been right? Lan had bet with his life, and his reward was that the goddess Athia was completely restrained and vulnerable. Was this not the very opportunity to rape and defile that he had asked for? He wished for the opportunity. Whether he took that opportunity was entirely on Lan. He immediately walked forward, climbing the throne that a few moments ago he wouldn’t have dared try.
Athia was so flustered by her restraints, she didn’t notice Lan approaching until he was nearly upon her. She let out a cry as the man stepped within a few feet of her. It had been the closest she had ever stood to another person. That might seem strange to a mortal, but she was a goddess who had spent an eternity without touch, only talking on high to subjects a distance away. Now, she was close enough to smell this mortal’s sweaty, sour scent.
“What do you want?” Athia demanded.
Lan laughed, a harsh sound coming out of his throat that even he wasn’t used to. Years of stress and fighting in this war had seriously frayed Lan’s nerves. Then, upon killing the Demon Lord, he had most of his worst fears supported. After confronting the goddess herself, he now knew that everything was indeed true. Lan was just a pawn in her game. He truly hated this beautiful, immaculate woman. Lan’s eyes went up and down her body, a hunger building in him to punish and ruin that perfect form.
Her silk robes covered her completely, not leaving much room to enjoy her body. Although they clung in a provocative way, other than the fact the body underneath was curvy, no other information could be discerned. Her hair was long and soft. Her scent was delicate and sensual. Her skin looked to be softer than a baby, having never known the touch of another human being. That meant Lan would be the first person to ever touch this woman. The excitement flickered in his eyes, causing her to shiver.
“You can’t touch me!” She cried out. “My purity… why…
heavenly will… why would you allow this?”
“You made a promise. One wish…” Lan said simply, his hand
moving towards her chest.
Athia’s eyes widened and she started to shake. “W-wait…
Wait! Please… Hero Lan. I’ll give you anything you want! Anything! Please,
don’t do this!”
“I want my revenge…”
Lan looked into Athia’s eyes. They now held fear. For the first time in her entire immortal existence, a mortal had made her feel weak. Her body was shaking. If she had a bladder like a mortal, she probably would have peed herself. There was no falsehood in what she had said. Being touched would damage her divinity, and she feared that more than anything else.
“I’ll let you defile the other girls!” Athia begged. “Every one of them. I know the ones who betrayed you! Princess Chara never planned to marry you! It was all a ruse. The swordswoman who trained you, Felah, she intentionally taught you several mistakes so that if you ever turned on the kingdom, she could defeat you! The mage Ciri poisoned the water supply and killed all those people you had saved! Priestess Zani watered down the healing potions she made for you! I’ll help you rape them all! You can have any woman you want! You can do anything you want to them!”
“I plan to.” Lan shrugged.
Two hands whipped out and grabbed Athia’s robe, ripping it
open. Immediately, her breasts were roughly exposed to the air. These breasts
were absolutely perfect in every way. There was no bra, and there was no need
for one. Her boobs remained perfectly straight, like a teenage girl. They were
perfectly symmetrical, with two pink nipples that seemed perfectly carved.
Athia’s body was skinny, pale, and smooth. There wasn’t a single blemish on her
body. It seemed like she was carved of jade or marble.
Lan didn’t hesitate to grab her breasts. She let out a cry, her entire body shaking. The stimulation of merely being touched for the first time was already enough to nearly break her. She had never felt skin on skin contact before, and now two calloused hands grasped her boobs. Despite looking perfectly carved, they were very soft to the touch. The skin was so perfect that the roughness of Lan’s mortal fingers was already enough to make them turn red. Her boobs instantly had blemishes all over them caused by Lan’s rough skin squeezing and rubbing Athia’s pure tit*.
Her eyes rolled up in her head. If she was mortal, the extreme sensations of being violated would have caused her to faint. Unfortunately, she was still a goddess for the moment, and a goddess could do no such thing as faint. She could only twist and bear with the extreme violation. One might think that this was only her breasts and thus an overreaction, but Athia had never been touched before. Even a handshake would have taken her breath away. To have two sensitive parts attacked roughly, it was enough to turn her legs to jelly.
A sense of powerlessness rolled over Athia. Perhaps it was a result of her own hopelessness, or perhaps it was the feel of her divinity being stripped away, but she nearly collapsed against her restraints. Confirming that Athia truly was helpless, Lan couldn’t help but grow even more excited. He was a virgin, after all, and long overdue. He wanted to wait until he was the age of consent of eighteen before he started engaging in sex. He planned to get a girlfriend in college and go from there. Unfortunately, the week before college started he was dragged to this world instead.
Thus, the best years of his life when he was supposed to be dating and experimenting with girls had been spent fighting for his life. Various beautiful woman had fought around him, and several of them had promised him their virginity once he defeated the demon lord. Those were all lies, of course. This world was run by Athia. Athia embodied purity, and that purity ran through all women. Chastity was coveted and desired by the women in Athia’s world. whor*s and prostitutes were outlawed. Drugs and alcohol were also relegated to the dregs of society. The only sex trade that existed involved demi-humans, who weren’t considered human. Since Athia’s females were so tight-legged, the men often raised demi-human slaves to rape.
As for wives, their dowries were always very expensive, and
sex was treated like a gift provided annually. It was probably no wonder why
the men fought in wars all the time. They were so cucked by the women that they
couldn’t help it! And… that behavior all stemmed from this goddess of purity,
who encouraged all her subjects to protect their purity at all times. That
woman was now flushed and moaning, her tit* exposed, her arms in the air, while
Lan pulled her nipples which hardened between his rough fingers
“N-No….” she cried out, her body shuddering as feelings she
wanted to deny shot through her body.
Lan finally abandoned her breasts, removing the rest of the
robes. The restraints that held her were completely solid. If she kicked, her
ankle would remain in place as if held by an invisible steel rod. However, as
soon as Lan tried to move it, the ankle came up with extreme ease. As Lan moved
her legs up, Athia’s eyes popped in disbelief. It was now abundantly clear that
this world’s heavenly will was backing Lan up entirely. Lan’s wish would be
upheld, no matter what Athia wanted.
Tossing her robe to the side, Lan spread Athia’s legs, bending her knees until they almost reached her chest. She had been stripped and then bent into an extremely erotic position on the throne all against her will. Tears started to fall down the goddess’s cheeks, but she was completely helpless to fight the restraints. Lan, this mortal, had complete control of her body. She was now completely exposed. A goddess of purity was lying on her throne, her head bent on the back of the seat, her puss* spread up in the air, her knees bent, and her naked body completely exposed to the world.
Even though Lan was the only person present, it was still a
deeply embarrassing position, especially for someone as pure as Athia. She
could only clench her teeth and bear it
as this brute of a hero looked down at her, admiring the naked body of the
woman he had contorted into this erotic position. After nodding in approval,
Lan kneeled down onto his knees. Athia, whose knowledge of sex was suppressed
by her purity, could only stare in wonder as he grabbed her legs and stuck his
head in her crotch.
There was a small, perfect blue patch of hair above her cl*t. Of course, she didn’t shave. This was a natural, perfectly clean growth that only a goddess could manage. Otherwise, her vagin* was perfect, smooth as velvet, and untouched. Well, it was untouched, because Lan’s tongue slid up her crack. This purity goddess had never even masturbat*d, so having her sensitive parts licked immediately caused feelings to spark in her that never sparked before.
Athia’s eyes rolled up in her head as her body shook to the touches of his tongue. “No…, please… stop… those feelings are wrong…”
She could only beg for him to stop, even though she knew
deep down he wouldn’t. What scared her more was that a certain part of her
liked this. That darkness felt pleasure from his tongue. It felt really good,
and the better it felt, the more she felt her power ebbing away. Lan’s filthy
tongue was defiling her divinity, and there was a part of her that liked the
feeling.
There were other ways to reach godhood. There were gods of war, gods of lust, gods of disease, goddesses of wisdom… Athia had become the goddess of purity seemingly by chance. However, as her crotch was tongued by that brute, a feeling of regret and doubt started building inside her. A god was only a god when they stayed true to their laws. That meant other gods had been enjoying sex their entire lives. As Athia’s body shivered and she let out a moan, she could only think bitterly about how this simple act would strip her of half of her divinity. If she had become a goddess of anything else, she could enjoy these acts without losing herself.
As for Lan, he continued to eat away at Athia’s puss*
roughly. He had never given a woman oral sex before, but being a virgin who had
never enjoyed a man’s touch, nipple play wasn’t enough to make Athia wet. Thus,
Lan felt he needed to get her nice and ready for his co*ck using his tongue. He
was surprised about how sweet she tasted. He had always suspected the lines about a girl tasting like strawberries was a joke,
but in the case of a goddess, it was actually true! Athia didn’t need to pee,
ovulate, or use her lower parts for anything outside of sex. Thus, a goddess’s
puss* truly did taste sweet and creamy. Lan sucked hard on her cl*t, tasting
her sweet honeyed juices. He felt like he was truly drinking ambrosia.
Athia’s puss* engorged with blood, the once perfect thing
growing red and swollen. Like her mottled breasts, her puss* too was being
ruined by this man. He had just enough of a late day stubble that it irritated
the skin, enflaming her thighs and making them nearly as red as a baboon’s bottom. Her skin was so soft and
velvety that it was criminal, but it also broke down ridiculously fast, unable
to handle the harshness of a moral man’s body.
Then, Athia’s body started to reacted in a strange way. She had grown hot all over, and then a mind-numbing explosion shot through her brain. She let out loud, lewd moans as her body shivered and her puss* seemed to clamp down hungrily on Lan’s tongue. She felt juices swishing inside her. Her mind grew to mush and she wasn’t even able to form a coherent thought. When the incredible feelings subsided, she found herself gasping for breath and simultaneously wanting to experience it again. A few seconds later, she was hit with an extreme bout of weakness, a large portion of divinity abandoning her.
“Athia… you naughty bitch, you just came.” Lan teased,
sticking a finger inside Athia.
Athia gasped. That was an org*sm? She had witnessed them countless times watching people on the worlds she looked after, but she had never had one herself. Only now did she understand why men and women sought them out so desperately. She understood why, despite how much she shamed humanity, every year a few priestesses in her order would betray them and sleep with a man. These were especially sad cases because her resolution to the crime was genital mutilation, forced removal of the cl*t. Only now as Athia came around Lan’s tongue and finger, did she realize a chaste life was truly a half-fulfilled life.
“No… it’s impossible…” Athia shook her head, refusing to
acknowledge that she had been wrong.
Athia was righteous, so how could she be wrong about sex? Purity was divine! org*sms were lewd! Lan’s finger was pushing in and out of her quickly, making wet lewd sounds in her puss*. Was that her holy body making such naughty noises? Was that her voice making noises so lewdly? No! She was cumming again? More fire was exploding from her groin! Some liquid was leaking out. It was leaking out of her! When had the goddess of purity become such a lewd thing?
As Athia moaned and came, there was a squirt of her sweet honied juices leaking out. Her once perfect, virgin puss* now looked red and swollen and wet. It exuded lewdness that violated every sense. She smelled naughty. She looked naughty. She sounded naughty. Athia grew more and more aroused, and her purity was stripped away with each touch. With Athia’s body as wet as possible, Lan decided it was time to finally sick it in. Standing back up and wiping his mouth of her sweet juices, he pulled out his dick. He wasn’t some p*rn star, but it was an average-sized dick.
To the chaste Athia, it might as well be a fifteen-inch
dick. While trying to get her breathing under control, she eyed the massive
anaconda threatening to tear her open. This was the final step. These were the
tattered remains of her purity. At least, she still hadn’t been violated by a
co*ck. However, she was much weaker now than she was when he started violating
her, and even then she had been powerless. As he lifted and spread her legs in
a V, letting her lewd honey drip down and dirty her throne, he lined his
throbbing co*ck up against her.
Lan was a virgin too, so this was also the moment he’d lose
his own virginity. However, for the goddess, it meant losing everything. For
Lan, it was a no brainer.
“Please don’t…” Athia gave one last cry, even though she had
already cried enough that her tear ducts felt empty. “It’s all I have left…”
Like the rest of her, Athia’s face had been roughed up. Her
eyes were swollen. Her cheeks were red. Her lips were chaffed and slightly
bloody from her biting them. Athia’s entire body, which once exuded godlinesses, chastity, and perfection, now
exuded Lan’s desires, desecration, and corruption. Her face was still pretty,
but only in a sad, mortal way.
“You took everything I had…” Lan’s eyes narrowed. “It’s only
natural I return the favor!”
Lan pushed his dick inside her, not holding back as he defiled Athia in a single rough thrust. She let out a cry as she was ripped open, her prized chastity officially shattered, the consequences of which, neither of them would be able to guess.
A warmth surged from deep inside her womb, and she could feel that hard dick deep inside her. For Lan, the feeling was incredible, her vagin* was warm and otherworldly, giving him a sense of extreme satisfaction and even power. He began to rock his hips and take her puss* roughly. There was no bleeding like there might be with a mortal. A goddess’s chastity wasn’t denoted by something as simple as a hymen. Rather, sleeping with a goddess was like plunging yourself into her very holy body, and tasting the richness within.
Lan was doing exactly that, thrusting into Athia, his dick
plunged deep into her womb. His soul seemed to emerge from his chest, and touch
against the source of her power. This wasn’t something visible. It was more like
a feeling. With each plunge of his dick, Lan felt his soul being dipped in the
well of heavenly will.
If a mage was a person who could dip into the well of mana
and use it to conjure a spell, then a god or goddess was a person who could dip
into the well of heavenly will and use it to create miracles. Every god and
goddess had their own way of doing that. Heavenly will was their true source of
power, which is why it was something that could restrain Athia. She surrounded
herself in her own divine will, and when she wanted to do something
particularly spectacular, she would dip herself into the heavenly will, and
then use it accordingly.
For whatever reason, perhaps it was because of the nature of
Athia’s divine will of purity, or perhaps it was because of the heavenly will’s
decision to hold Athia to her word, but Lan touched the heavenly will himself.
Each time he plunged into Athia, he found himself plunging into the heavenly
will. Of course, Lan had no divine will, so how did he protect himself? That
was with Athia herself.
Athia had become a tool which Lan used, dipping himself over and over against her will. She let out cries as her body was burned in the continued use of heavenly will. A goddess was only supposed to sample heavenly will meagerly. Once a month, perhaps, would be enough for them to continue to rule on high. However, the heavenly will had bound Athia, and now Lan was using his dick to crack apart her divine will. Each thrust used her body and divinity as protection! In other words, not only was she being defiled, her divinity was being ground to dust by Lan’s dick!
Worst of all was that heavenly will already held an aphrodisiac effect for immortals. It
was addictive and sexually stimulating. Thus, as Athia was being burned to a
crisp, she was loving every moment of it. Lan was protected by Athia’s body, so
he didn’t get the brunt of the sexual stimulation. He was a young former virgin
getting to enjoy his first time with an incredibly beautiful woman, so he
didn’t stop as he excitedly tasted her body and jackhammered her hard with his
erect dick, the amazing stimulation being out of this world.
Unfortunately for Athia, not only did she taste her first sexual experience, but it was compounded by the repeated samplings of heavenly will. In essence, her body was self-destructing as Lan rode her puss* like a toy. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth as she lost coherence, and her eyes rolled up into her head as her mind became mush. Tears fell from her eyes, spit leaked from her mouth, snot from her nose. She yelled so hard that her voice became hoarse, and her puss* contracted rhythmically as she climaxed again and again, milking Lan’s co*ck without stopping. She was in a personal hell of sexual gratification so rich that it made the most addictive drugs seem like candy.
Lan realized he wasn’t that good of a lover as to generate this level of enthusiasm, but he was clueless to the idea of heavenly will, and thus while he felt himself dipping into it, he only recognized the feeling as warm, comforting, and empowering. He could only plow away, his hands enjoying Athia’s body as she grew more and more unhinged. Tears and snot ran down her face. Her body was red, with numerous scratches, rashes, and red marks scarring her once perfect body. Still, he pulled her nipples, sucked her neck, bit her ears, and pounded her c*nt to his own satisfaction.
She screamed, moaned, and org*smed on Lan’s dick, over and over again in never-ceasing pleasure. Meanwhile, all of her godhood was burned to cinders. Her mind, body, and soul all being flayed alive by lust. The heavenly will restraints had disappeared at some point, but Athia didn’t make an attempt to escape, Rather, she rocked her hips against Lan euphorically, as if his dick was the most important thing to her ever. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders and she scratched his back, becoming a wild lusty woman. No one would have imagined the once warm and innocent goddess of purity would have been turned into this ruined slu*t within only a thirty-minute timespan. However, that is exactly what happened.
“sh*t… cumming…” Lan cursed, having gotten so caught up on
the wild woman who was f*cking him almost as aggressively as he was f*cking
her, that he hadn’t been holding back.
As a result, he couldn’t stop himself as his co*ck swelled and he released his load. White stuff squirted in Athia’s puss*, a lot of it missing and leaking down her crack.
“Ahhhhhhn!” Athia shuddered as hot, mortal cum ran down her puss*. “No… I can’t have a mortal baby…I can’t… take it out!”
Even though Athia shouted this, she didn’t stop humping
Lan’s dick, and the feeling was so good that Lan, rather than pulling away,
pushed himself even deeper. He grabbed her ass tightly and slammed himself
home, to the point even his balls stretched against her tight c*nt, trying to
be forced inside her. His co*ck swelled up once again as even more cum burst
forth from his balls.
“You bastard!” Athia cried out as more sem*n shot deep into
her womb, however, she was powerless to stop herself, and could only keep
touching herself excitedly as her womb was filled with warm, thick stuff from a
mortal’s co*ck.
Being creampied by a mortal was the ultimate final straw. It was the greatest humiliation, the icing on the cake that was Athia’s invaded puss*. With mortal seed inside her, Athia could no longer even think of being a goddess. Once a woman had a mortal baby, she could no longer be a goddess. It bound her to the mortal world indefinitely. Stripping her of her divinity, Athia was still an extremely powerful magician. She could probably re-obtain her divinity some other way. However, becoming pregnant would make that impossible now. Athia was ruined completely.
When Lan finished cumming inside her womb, he pulled his cum-covered dick out of Athia, and then put it back in his pants. The feeling of her soft, perfect puss* had been amazing, and Lan’s co*ck still buzzed from her perfect womb that milked his co*ck so excitedly. However, by her appearance he knew he had done as much to her as would register at this point. Anything more would be lost on her.
He looked down at the ruined goddess and nodded in approval. He knew he had hurt Athia greatly, but he really had no clue to what depth his defilement had gone. Athia’s eyes seemed to hold no light. She just remained laying there with flushed cheeks, panting as her gaping puss* still kept convulsing, each time pushing out streams of white which leaked down onto Athia’s chair. The pool of cum and womanly juices leaked down the edge of her chair, falling to the steps below.
As Lan thought about what to do next, the world started shaking. He noticed that the normal light around this room was starting to darken. It was still light, but rather than white, it looked grey. The shaking kept growing until it felt like a tremor. It felt like this entire world was falling apart. The naked Athia just lay on her throne, her naked, roughed up body on permanent display. The ruined goddess had fallen.
Lan noticed the blue shimmers followed by the formation of a blue portal. That had to be his ticket home. It was similar to the portal he had taken to reach here. Giving the darkening room one last look, Lan jumped through without another moment’s hesitation. When he reached the other side, he let out a breath of relief. He was back where he had started. He was in the demon lord’s castle, in the basem*nt, next to the desk he had started at.
Lan gave himself a wry smile. It was kind of silly to be happy to be deep in the demon realm, right after killing the Demon Lord. This was the most dangerous place possible, yet Lan still felt it was safer than if he had teleported back to the Kingdom he had started at or any church belonging to Athia. How long would it be before this world would know of her fall? How bad was her fall? Lan didn’t know the answer to these questions.
He moved over to the desk
but immediately noticed that the key and the journal were both missing. Lan
frowned. How long had he been inside that portal? He didn’t think much time had
passed, but if it was a year later, that left him a great deal of worry.
“Die you bastard!” There was a shriek from an enraged woman behind him.
For a brief moment, he feared the goddess had followed him,
but he realized her voice was too rough for the smooth-tongued goddess. The
person attacked him just as he spun around. She had really timed everything
perfectly, as he didn’t have time to fully block her. However, Lan was nothing
if not a trained hero, and he lifted his hand, intending to take her blade in
his palm. If it was poisoned, Lan was resistant to many poisons, although that
was a result of Athia’s blessing. Did he still have that blessing anymore? He’d
be surprised if he did.
To both of their surprise, the knife stopped a centimeter
from Lan’s hand. There was a flash of light, and then the woman was shoved
back. She fell into the chair behind the desk and rolled back, panting heavily
as the knife flew off to the other side of the room.
With her falling back, Lan could get a better look at her face. She was a young girl, perhaps only sixteen. She wore a long black dress. Her hair was also black, and her eyes were a violet purple. She wore a dark expression, but she was also very pretty, with fair skin. In this world, she’d be a top beauty. It’d be unfair to compare her to the goddess, but she was definitely at the same level as the princess. She had bigger boobs and butt than the princess and a fiery youthful exuberance that was attractive to Lan.
“Divine will…” The girl whispered in disbelief as her eyes
looked up and down at Lan. “You’re… a god?”
“Eh?” Lan raised an eyebrow. “I’m the hero from another
world. And you… you’re the Demon Lord’s daughter? I thought he locked you up.”
“I escaped!” The girl stood up, looking like she still
wanted to fight, even though she lacked a weapon. “You killed my father! Admit
it!”
“I did…”
The girl blinked but
didn’t back down. “I’ll kill you!”
“Do you want to?”
The girl narrowed her eyes. “O-of course!”
“Have you ever killed someone before?”
A flash of uncertainty displayed on her face. Lan actually found this girl’s presence strangely pleasant. She was extremely straight forward, and Lan could already tell she wore her heart on her sleeve. After all of the snakes in Lan’s life, she was extremely refreshing. Plus, her body was very pleasing to look at too. After having sex with a goddess, Lan was already thinking of having more.
Finally, the girl shook her head, “No… but if it’s you, I
can do it!”
Lan nodded, walking up to the girl. She let out a cry but didn’t even swing her arms to hit him. Her natural impulse was to tighten up. Lan reached into her pants, and immediately she froze, her face exploding in red colors as she started to shake. A moment later, Lan brought out the journal. As for the key, since she was free, he didn’t need it. When she realized what he was grabbing, she grew indignant.
“H-hey! That’s fathers!” She said, reaching unsuccessfully for it and trying to pretend the previous moment she hadn’t just frozen while a man groped her.
“Your father left this to me,”
Lan explained simply.
“Impossible!” She spat back. “Why would he give this to a
murderer?”
Lan thought about a certain image in his pocket but decided not to reveal that to her.
“He gave his life and asked me to protect
you. What is your name, anyway?”
“Xia… wait… why would father trust you…”
Lan sighed. “He didn’t have a choice.”
Xia lowered her head. “Wh-what are you going to do now?
A-are you going to make me into your… your… c-concubine?”
As Xia spoke, she also glowed red in a cute way. Lan could
only raise an eyebrow.
“Why do you think I’d make you my concubine?”
“Y-your pants are untied, and you smell like sex… didn’t you
take so long to get here because you were enjoying some of the maids on the way
down?”
Lan immediately fixed his pants and coughed. With a quick sniff, he realized he really did smell like sex. The goddess was very lewd. He was flustered enough that he didn’t bother to take the opportunity to embarrass Xia further by asking how she knew what sex smelled like.
“Take me to a bath!” Lan ordered instead, trying to remain aloof.
To his surprise, Xia only made one longing look at the abandoned knife she tried to stab Lan with before nodding and guiding Lan through the empty Demon castle. He followed her quietly as she led him through the castle. Their footsteps made strange echoing sounds in the giant, empty building. Lan moved carefully, frequently checking for traps. He was always careful, but especially after pissing off the goddess. He still expected retaliation from her and was a bit in disbelief that lightning didn’t rain down on him. Perhaps, she really was no longer a god.
“The hot spring is in here…” she finally stopped and gestured to a certain room.
After making sure it wasn’t a trap, Lan raised his eyes.
“Why are you being so obedient?”
Xia bit her lip and gave a wry look. “You were strong enough to defeat my father. I lost the element of surprise. Even then, I might try to kill you, but you’ve been baptized in heavenly will, I wouldn’t be able to kill you now even if I was a billion times more daring.”
“Baptism in heavenly will? What is that?”
It was Xia’s turn to be surprised. “You don’t know? You’ve
touched the very power of the gods. Although you don’t appear to have built
your own divine will yet, you’re basically a half-god. With a little bit of
work, you could become a god. Even if you couldn’t create your divinity, I feel
enough heavenly will on you that you could live a thousand years as this
world’s supreme ruler, as long as you follow the rules.”
“…” Lan scratched his chin and frowned while thinking about
Xia’s words. “How does one gain heavenly will, and how does one lose it?”
Xia eyed Lan in disbelief that he was so unknowledgeable, but still answered. “Heavenly will is toxic to mortals. The only way to touch it is to create divinity. I used to research this all extensively with my father. It’s a bit of an oxymoron, which is why so few ever become gods. You need the heavenly will to make divinity, but you need a divinity to touch heavenly will. I hypothesized that if you formed a religion around yourself and sacrificed enough of your pious followers, you could generate heavenly will, but it’d take millions of sacrifices.”
“Is that the only way?”
Xia shrugged, “Perhaps, if a mortal took the virginity of a
goddess, they would be able to… but that seems highly
unlikely.”
“Hah… yeah… very…” Lan coughed. “And how do you lose it?”
“Losing it is simple. Corruption. Acts that defy heaven.
Murder. Rape. Torture. Theft.”
Lan hissed as he heard those words. He wanted revenge. Heavenly will worked in mysterious ways. Perhaps, he acquired this heavenly will through Athia exactly so that he could obtain his desires. However, if Xia was correct, that meant that every time he raped someone or murdered them in cold blood, he’d lose some heavenly will. Just like Athia got weaker after each sex act, Lan too would lose it. He could either get his revenge… or rule on high for a thousand years
He could always get his revenge in other ways. He could order someone to defile the woman he hated without jeopardizing his own divinity. However, that thought didn’t seem to please him. He had a vendetta against these women personally, and he wanted to settle it personally. Plus, he had little desire to be a god. Lan thought such things as he made his way into the changing room. He stripped naked and stretched, ready to head towards this hot spring. When he heard ruffling behind him, he turned back and realized Xia had not only followed him into the room, but she was also stripping.
Lan blushed this time, his eyes only landing on her young naked body for a bit before he turned away. “Xia! What are you doing?”
“Huh? Was this not your intention all along?” Xia’s voice
sounded bitter. “To enjoy me in the bath!”
“Damn it, girl, what is with you thinking I want to rape
you!” Lan cried tearfully. “I’m not interested!”
“Oh…” Xia’s voice sounded strange for a moment. “Then… I
will come in and wash your back.”
“Ah… okay…” Lan found himself unable to refuse.
That’s how, a few moments later, he found himself sitting in a massive indoor spring. It had a small waterfall and various plants that looked dangerous littering the room. Lan kept to the edge of the tub. A youthful teenage girl got into the tub behind him and started rubbing his back. She said it herself. He was protected by heavenly will, so it was unlikely she’d stab him in the back. Even so, he had the nagging feeling that she didn’t wish to hurt him at all. It wasn’t that she didn’t hate him. It was more that she didn’t have it in her. That one strike with the knife likely reached the very limit of her capacity. She was a woman who had little violence in her body.
Her warm delicate fingers washed Lan’s back, and he found this far more sensual than anything he had experienced with the goddess. He couldn’t stop his heartbeat from speeding up as her hands worked their way over his tight muscles. He tried to not think about the naked woman behind him, a young, fertile teenage girl, and instead focused on his plan. There were still four women he had to get vengeance on. That was four women who had betrayed his trust in one way or another. The princess, the mage, the knight, and the priestess… he had been given heavenly will to exact his revenge, and he planned to use it.
“M-master… what are you going to do now? Become a god?” Xia asked nervously once she had finished soaping up his back.
Lan turned around on the spot and grabbed Xia’s naked body.
Xia dropped the washcloth and gasped as she found herself facing this naked
man. She had naturally forced herself to reach this point. It was mostly fear.
She was just as afraid of being left behind, only to be picked off by her
father’s demon rivals or some white knight who’d rape her and make her a sex
slave. When Xia had heard her father had given her to this man, she trusted
father’s judgment more than her own. She
would cling to him, even if it meant giving herself to him. Intention did not
equal action though, as Xia desperately tried to cover her breasts, even though
Lan was looking her in the eyes, not the chest.
“Xia, you may call me Lan. What I want… is revenge.”
“R-revenge?” Xia asked, trying to concentrate even though she was right next to a naked man who had reached out and grabbed her arms.
“This world betrayed your father. You’re probably familiar
with the contents of that journal?”
With the mention of
something so close to her heart, Xia was finally able to focus. “Y-yes… he was
betrayed by that nasty human realm and their goddess.”
“What if I told you, I’ve already punished the goddess?” Lan
asked.
Xia gave a look of disbelief. “That is…”
“I plan to punish the human realm for what they did, what
they’ve done. I have a list of people, and they will all feel my anger! If you
stick with me, you will get a chance to see that vengeance.”
“…” Xia looked away. “In the end, you’re the man who killed
my father.”
Lan nodded. “You’re right.”
Xia’s eyes widened as she looked back up at Lan. “What does
that mean?”
“You have a great deal of knowledge. I suspect the daughter
of the demon lord isn’t simple. Help me. Help me punish those that deserve it.
Help me claim my vengeance.”
“Why should I?”
“Because by the time I’m done, I will no longer have any
heavenly will. By the time I’m done, I will be a simple mortal.”
“What are you saying?”
“Heavenly will has given me a chance to get revenge, and I
will give you the same chance. When I am done crushing those who have wronged
me, I will not resist as you do the same to me.”
Xia’s entire body shook as she heard those words. She had already reserved herself to being the whor* of the man who killed her father. Now, she was being offered the chance of vengeance of not just him, but many of the key figures that lead to her father’s death. It was more than she could ever ask. The fact that this hope came from her father’s murderer, it left Xia feeling extremely complicated. Finally, she gave a small nod.
Lan began to explain his plans.
