Raise of dark gods

[moonblack]

"What do I have to lose? haha... Well, if you are speaking truth, let's start with my soul!" Alea snarked back.

She then sighted.

"Well... I can be loyal - you saved my life, so there's no problem there... but devotion?" She looked sceptical. "It's... kinda narcissistic, don't you think?"

“Your soul? What about it?” Zimara raised an eyebrow. “Do I look like I have any special interest in people's souls? If you die while serving me you will be sent to my underworld, where you will be rewarded for your service... or punished, if you managed to displease me enough. But the latter takes a lot of effort, so you will have no one to blame but yourself, if it comes to it.” The goddess paused briefly to think over Alea's words. “Hmm, perhaps 'devotion' is not the best word. 'Worship' might be a better choice – since I am a goddess and you are a mortal serving me... Having your loyalty and worship shouldn't be a problem, right?”

 

[Tjf]

"It's alright..." The woman said after a moment. "Wait, woah, aren't you going to fast? Already serving you?" She shook her head as she put down her meal. "Nothing in particular - I have a loot of way before me." She looked into the distance then winced. "I think there was a city around this parts... somewhere... I think..."



The dark elf sighted with relief.
"Maybe... maybe not... and don't worry, we are thirivng underground." She smiled, her smile almost whicked. "So... in return for this...powers... what do you need of me? Burn cities? Make bloody sacrifices? I can with all pleasure hand some elven fruits on the trees - I will certainly enjoy their dances~" Her smile was wicked, sadistic at the prospect of vengeance...



"But you are here now! Stay! Please~" Diana protested, her voice all but pleading.

The woman, listened to the story, attentively, while holding the divine, with more and more, need... desperation...

"Th- then - "She started, choking on her tears, her body shaking as she was crying. "Then what can we do?" She wailed. "I don't know of magic or divines - tell me how to find this crack! " She looked into his eyes, her eyes full of determination...

The disguise of the goddess of love was easy for Vailar to take. Even if it was only temporary. The deciever need to act fast, the disguise was training her quickly.

As she spoke Artemisia easily gave her pledge, reciting to her- when she believed it was to goddess of love and lust.

But when it came to killing herself, she looked in shock at the goddess.

"What? Killing myself ?" She repeated, shocked at the declaration. "Deall... with... Traitor?" It seemed that those two statements might be to much to her and might require convincing. As the woman, while somewhat hurt by the actions of her sister, was not willing to act against her...



Even as she gave the order, the divine understood that soon the time in this realm would come to an end and she would need to return. The strain was...

"It's alright." The boy spoke, his voice hallow. "You've done what you could..." He spoke, as he hugged his legs...

The Will quickly left in a search following the command, leaving the two alone.

"I know it is scary, daughter, but you must trust me - you have devoted your life to my worship, surely you trust your goddess? In truth, the bad part will not be your transition to my realm - it will be returning to life as a mortal after experiencing the wonders and pleasures of my home. You know your goddess, dear. I would never do anything to harm the heir to my temple, such a beautiful and promising one at that. " She strokes Artemisias face. "Yes, deal with her. Ask her how she gained the power of a dark god, and then convince her to return to the light."

 

[merkros]

The dark elf sighted with relief.
"Maybe... maybe not... and don't worry, we are thirivng underground." She smiled, her smile almost whicked. "So... in return for this...powers... what do you need of me? Burn cities? Make bloody sacrifices? I can with all pleasure hand some elven fruits on the trees - I will certainly enjoy their dances~" Her smile was wicked, sadistic at the prospect of vengeance...

"Blood sacrifices? No, no... that won't do. You can kill in battle. You can burn their homes, but I'm a goddess of the natural...not of blood." The goddess explains briefly what a proper altar and shrine to Xiara looks like. "Once you have a proper setting, you strip the 'civilized' prisoners naked and take them to the center of the ruined town. Then you use them as you please." The Snake goddesses coils tighten around the dark elf's legs as she got excited at the idea of dominating city dwellers. He random slid down and rubbed against Nebe's slit while she spoke. "How you do it is up to you. If you want a man to do it, or to reward a loyal servant, or if you want to personally handle it. The important part is that it's one-on-one. I have nothing against group sex, but when it comes to dominating someone - either ritually or otherwise - it's about showing your individual strength over theirs. Many weak people can overpower a single strong one. I have no use for weak people."

The goddesses probing fingertips foud the entrance to Nebe's vagina and slowly her fingertips started probing deeper as she continued explaining. "The ritual continues until the prisoner either submits to My Will, or becomes utterly broken. The more important the individual was to their little society...the stronger I become."

 

[Thorn_]

"But you are here now! Stay! Please~" Diana protested, her voice all but pleading.

The woman, listened to the story, attentively, while holding the divine, with more and more, need... desperation...

"Th- then - "She started, choking on her tears, her body shaking as she was crying. "Then what can we do?" She wailed. "I don't know of magic or divines - tell me how to find this crack! " She looked into his eyes, her eyes full of determination...

"I...I guess, people would first have to remember my existence. The more people who remember and that the world still has need of me, they will spread. It's not the only way....I remember back when I was younger and still active that throwing parties and festivals usually really kept the following alive. They need to remember what they're missing. You definitely could make it possible. You already have talent as an artist, with or without my help, but we share our work. It might take practice, but you have what they feared. The power of creation. Imbuing life into something, bringing it to places that have nothing. These are all things you can do."

 

[Mashalla69]

{No problem - I am also slow to update}

"Hu-" The goblin choked. "Wha- how?" He asked panicking, then paused. "Wait, is that why you are here? Because you want to experience it?" He asked his eyes narrowed.

"You alone can't overpower me, little one." She boops his nose (like the boop sombra does), "Maybe it's time for you to gather your like-minded, hm? <3" Now she stands upright and walks out of the room she was in, looking for the point at which she feels weak again.

 

[AnonYMooseBoG]

Even as she gave the order, the divine understood that soon the time in this realm would come to an end and she would need to return. The strain was...

"It's alright." The boy spoke, his voice hallow. "You've done what you could..." He spoke, as he hugged his legs...

The Will quickly left in a search following the command, leaving the two alone.

We are fading. Weak. Ephemeral. Prepare the mortal for our departure. "Tai, our physical form shall fade. We are weak and cannot stay for long. Do not fret, for we shall watch over you. Simply call on us from within your soul, and we shall assist you. We will meet again. Soon." After gauging Tai's reaction, Guilog allows herself to vanish, returning the three consciousnesses to the infinite, swarming pool within her true mind. Not content to simply remain idle, the unknowable being attempts to watch the human from her place outside the realm of mortals, curious of the soul named Tai.

 

[majus]

“Your soul? What about it?” Zimara raised an eyebrow. “Do I look like I have any special interest in people's souls? If you die while serving me you will be sent to my underworld, where you will be rewarded for your service... or punished, if you managed to displease me enough. But the latter takes a lot of effort, so you will have no one to blame but yourself, if it comes to it.” The goddess paused briefly to think over Alea's words. “Hmm, perhaps 'devotion' is not the best word. 'Worship' might be a better choice – since I am a goddess and you are a mortal serving me... Having your loyalty and worship shouldn't be a problem, right?”

"Your Underworld?" Alea narrowed her eyes. Then she shook her head and sighted. "Okay, I will bite. Tell me about that underworld of yours..." She said, still not fully believing Zimara, threating her more like eccentric sorceress rather then a goddess...

 

[majus]

"I know it is scary, daughter, but you must trust me - you have devoted your life to my worship, surely you trust your goddess? In truth, the bad part will not be your transition to my realm - it will be returning to life as a mortal after experiencing the wonders and pleasures of my home. You know your goddess, dear. I would never do anything to harm the heir to my temple, such a beautiful and promising one at that. " She strokes Artemisias face. "Yes, deal with her. Ask her how she gained the power of a dark god, and then convince her to return to the light."

The will of the young victim, woman, seemed to be melting away... but not yet.

"B-but you never required things like... k-k-killing yourself..." She shuttered saying this. "You-u said to-o... not..." She choked. "Ca-n't you do restore me without.... d-death?" She looked at the deciever pleadingly. "P-please~" She all but begged.

 

[majus]

"Blood sacrifices? No, no... that won't do. You can kill in battle. You can burn their homes, but I'm a goddess of the natural...not of blood." The goddess explains briefly what a proper altar and shrine to Xiara looks like. "Once you have a proper setting, you strip the 'civilized' prisoners naked and take them to the center of the ruined town. Then you use them as you please." The Snake goddesses coils tighten around the dark elf's legs as she got excited at the idea of dominating city dwellers. He random slid down and rubbed against Nebe's slit while she spoke. "How you do it is up to you. If you want a man to do it, or to reward a loyal servant, or if you want to personally handle it. The important part is that it's one-on-one. I have nothing against group sex, but when it comes to dominating someone - either ritually or otherwise - it's about showing your individual strength over theirs. Many weak people can overpower a single strong one. I have no use for weak people."

The goddesses probing fingertips foud the entrance to Nebe's vagina and slowly her fingertips started probing deeper as she continued explaining. "The ritual continues until the prisoner either submits to My Will, or becomes utterly broken. The more important the individual was to their little society...the stronger I become."

The dark elf moaned as the goddess harrased her.

"S-so, the weak rull over the strong..." She but her lip. "Th-e how about making, the prisoners- fight each oth-ah-er!" She asked. The goddess could feel the excitement of the woman... who by this point all but accepted the role of priestess...

 

[majus]

"I...I guess, people would first have to remember my existence. The more people who remember and that the world still has need of me, they will spread. It's not the only way....I remember back when I was younger and still active that throwing parties and festivals usually really kept the following alive. They need to remember what they're missing. You definitely could make it possible. You already have talent as an artist, with or without my help, but we share our work. It might take practice, but you have what they feared. The power of creation. Imbuing life into something, bringing it to places that have nothing. These are all things you can do."

Diana pushed her head into his chest.

"I will! I will throw big parties and create as much as possible- so, so-! Please!" She all but cried. "Don't leave me alone~!" She choked thourhg her tears as she gripped the dark god with all her might.

 

[majus]

"You alone can't overpower me, little one." She boops his nose (like the boop sombra does), "Maybe it's time for you to gather your like-minded, hm? <3" Now she stands upright and walks out of the room she was in, looking for the point at which she feels weak again.

As she moves away from the goblin, dark goddess immediately realises that the little one was the centre who archoaned her to this reality. As she looked weaker, she felt the little one walk closer to her.

"So you are one who likes to be ravaged by many dicks~" he chuckled and she felt his hand moved over her tight. "All you have to do is ask nicely~ and show your goods~"

 

[majus]

We are fading. Weak. Ephemeral. Prepare the mortal for our departure. "Tai, our physical form shall fade. We are weak and cannot stay for long. Do not fret, for we shall watch over you. Simply call on us from within your soul, and we shall assist you. We will meet again. Soon." After gauging Tai's reaction, Guilog allows herself to vanish, returning the three consciousnesses to the infinite, swarming pool within her true mind. Not content to simply remain idle, the unknowable being attempts to watch the human from her place outside the realm of mortals, curious of the soul named Tai.

The boy remained somewhat absent in his mind.

Guilog managed to look inside the material and observe...

Soon after she left, he fell asleep... He slept for a longer time, until sun raised above the forests.

As the boy woke up, he just sat there... the sun started raising, and finally, moved by hunger, the boy started walking...

He entered the smoking ruins of the village, walked around the dead bodies... until he found remnants of food, which he started eating greedily.

 

[Thorn_]

Diana pushed her head into his chest.

"I will! I will throw big parties and create as much as possible- so, so-! Please!" She all but cried. "Don't leave me alone~!" She choked thourhg her tears as she gripped the dark god with all her might.

"I'm always here with you." His lines were mostly rehearsed, but really. This girl was actually quite sweet. Granted, by nature, he probably couldn't process the exact same feelings she had even if he tried. He didn't particularly want to that much, either....but.....

Raising a finger under her chin, he lifted her head up and wordlessly locked eyes with her before planting a very slow soft kiss on her lips again. Still, he was wondering how long he'd really have here at this rate.

"Whenever my princess needs me the most, I will always come to her side."

 

[AnonYMooseBoG]

The boy remained somewhat absent in his mind.

Guilog managed to look inside the material and observe...

Soon after she left, he fell asleep... He slept for a longer time, until sun raised above the forests.

As the boy woke up, he just sat there... the sun started raising, and finally, moved by hunger, the boy started walking...

He entered the smoking ruins of the village, walked around the dead bodies... until he found remnants of food, which he started eating greedily.

Humans require rest. Much rest. Guilog's strongest, primary manifestation speaks to the swarm of others within her. And consume soulless things. The eldritch thing is content to watch, awaiting the time when she can show herself upon this strange realm once more.

 

[merkros]

The dark elf moaned as the goddess harrased her.

"S-so, the weak rull over the strong..." She but her lip. "Th-e how about making, the prisoners- fight each oth-ah-er!" She asked. The goddess could feel the excitement of the woman... who by this point all but accepted the role of priestess...

"Hmm" the goddess looked thoughtful as her fingers probed deeper into Nebe's sex. Her fingers sank deeper than any ordinary mortal's ever could. "I get nothing out of people fighting to the death, but perhaps if the winner was allowed to enjoy the body of the loser... VIP prisoners would still have to be ritualized. I would hate to miss out on that."

Xiara slid her tongue against Nebe's breast as her free hand wrapped around the small of her back. The goddess was beginning to feel her own arousal from playing with the mortal.

 

[Tjf]

The will of the young victim, woman, seemed to be melting away... but not yet.

"B-but you never required things like... k-k-killing yourself..." She shuttered saying this. "You-u said to-o... not..." She choked. "Ca-n't you do restore me without.... d-death?" She looked at the deciever pleadingly. "P-please~" She all but begged.

''Oh, fine..." The deceiver sighs in disappointment. "There is a way, but it will take far longer, and it will be painful - just remember you were the one who refused my first solution. Hush, my dear, don't be frightened." Vailar takes her in their arms, comforting the young woman as their bodies press together. "Alright, I suppose it's time to start the ritu-" Cutting themself off, Vailar shoves Artemisia off the balcony, knowing that the beauty's fate is sealed due to her pledging an oath. "That will gather some attention. Time to brief Kallista and get out of here before miss 'love and beauty' decides to poke her nose in this." Finding the newly beautiful sister, Vailar informs the woman of her new role as prophet. She will apply herself to her work as a priestess, making herself indispensible to the high priestess. Trying to convert existing sisters would be too dangerous, but in her trusted role, Kallista will be able to subtly corrupt the teachings given to the newly joined sisters, preparing them until they're ready to hear about someone who can give them the beauty they seek - for the goddess' worship, of course... Not only that, under the guise of temple business, she'll use her body and charm to gain recruits when she ventures beyond the walls of the temple.

Finally, Vailar can linger no longer, and returns to their palace, looking for Artemisia.

 

[moonblack]

"Your Underworld?" Alea narrowed her eyes. Then she shook her head and sighted. "Okay, I will bite. Tell me about that underworld of yours..." She said, still not fully believing Zimara, threating her more like eccentric sorceress rather then a goddess...

“Yes, Underworld. Every deity has their own Underworld – even if some prefer to use a different word for it.” Zimara nodded. A happy smile appeared on her lips as she thought of her own Underworld. “Mine is a beautiful place. It is a vast land consisting of many different locations: plains, rivers, lakes, forests, hills, forested hills, mountains, forested mountains... and everything is covered in eternal snow and ice. Beautiful Ice Flowers grow there, and will start to grow here, in the mortal realm, too, as my influence grows... but that's for the future. My loyal servants, the Winter Nymphs, inhabit my Underworld, punishing those who have displeased me and rewarding those who have pleased me. They were created in my image, so they are nearly as beautiful as I am...” She looked at Alea. “You are already quite beautiful, but you will be even more gorgeous as a Winter Nymph... if you serve me well and if you choose to become one when the time comes. But that is for the far future. Right now I prefer that you stay alive and be my prophet, to spread my influence in these lands.” She looked the elf in the eyes. “Did that satisfy your curiosity, my dear?”

 

[majus]

"I'm always here with you." His lines were mostly rehearsed, but really. This girl was actually quite sweet. Granted, by nature, he probably couldn't process the exact same feelings she had even if he tried. He didn't particularly want to that much, either....but.....

Raising a finger under her chin, he lifted her head up and wordlessly locked eyes with her before planting a very slow soft kiss on her lips again. Still, he was wondering how long he'd really have here at this rate.

"Whenever my princess needs me the most, I will always come to her side."

As he planted his lips on hers, the elven maiden gasped, as her face covered with blush. Her body reacted with pleasure, as her eyes fluttered, her sex juices flowed out, her orgasmic bliss shook her...

As the two parted, the woman looked at him with devotion, her eyes half closed...

 

[majus]

Humans require rest. Much rest. Guilog's strongest, primary manifestation speaks to the swarm of others within her. And consume soulless things. The eldritch thing is content to watch, awaiting the time when she can show herself upon this strange realm once more.

As she observed the young man, he seemed to be traveling over the village, looking around... finally, he stopped near a particular of mortals... he stood there for quite a while, before tears started streaming down his eyes, as he started weeping loudly. He fell to his knees, his voice echoing through the empty village.

Guilog, if she desired, could come to the mortal at this time... or could leave him and wait for later....

 

[majus]

"Hmm" the goddess looked thoughtful as her fingers probed deeper into Nebe's sex. Her fingers sank deeper than any ordinary mortal's ever could. "I get nothing out of people fighting to the death, but perhaps if the winner was allowed to enjoy the body of the loser... VIP prisoners would still have to be ritualized. I would hate to miss out on that."

Xiara slid her tongue against Nebe's breast as her free hand wrapped around the small of her back. The goddess was beginning to feel her own arousal from playing with the mortal.

"Y-you call fucking... a ritual?" Nebe gasped as she felt Xiara caressing her body. Slowly, almost tentatively, she reached out, not sure if it was alright, her hand touching goddess's breast...