Twenty minutes had passed since rciless had an important conversation with both Hector and Anastasia.
Now, the world had gone quiet, leaving him in his own silence.
rciless sat alone in his personal office, the one space in the entirety of Crimson Dawn that felt like his. Not the lab, not the control room, not the war chamber, not the prison, just this quiet place.
It was dark in here, by choice.
The only light that ca from this place was his glowing eyes, but he could see the interior just fine.
He reclined back in the extra large leather chair, the fra creaking just a little under his mass as he folded his arms behind his head.
A long breath escaped his mouth as he said to himself.
"I should visit Silk again before I depart to the battlefield. Honestly, Hector, your plan is smart, but I know my visions are better, although if push co to shove, I will take the route as the last resort."
With those words said, rciless began to close his eyes, as he slowly shut off his brains, and fall into a deep sleep.
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"Hmmm, finally I re...
But his words died in his throat. He had expected the familiar calm of his ntal plane...the quiet sanctuary beneath the ethereal tree.
Instead, he stood sowhere else. Familiar, yes… but the wrong location nevertheless.
His eyes swept left, scanning the shadows. Darkness pressed in from all sides, pierced only by a soft, eerie blue glow. It was a cavern, vast and echoing. Stone walls curved high above, where jagged crystals pulsed with light, suspended like frozen stars in the ceiling.
He glanced right, and there was nothing new. Just more stone and that sa cold, blue glow. Then he looked ahead, clearly expecting that weapon to be there like last ti. Floating on a stone altar at the center of this place.
And there it was.
A crimson blade, suspended in midair, slowly turning in a spiral motion, counterclockwise at the center of the cavern. It didn't make a sound. Power rolled off it in waves, thick and suffocating. Just looking at it made his chest tighten, his breath hitching in his throat.
Sohow, he'd missed it at first. But now that he saw it... Like, I really saw it; it was impossible to look away now.
That thing was the embodint of death, the origin of the conclusion. His eyes could not comprehend it, but an aspect of his body scread at him, telling him not even to go near it.
For that reason alone, he could say without a doubt that this thing was more terrifying than Delilah by a long shot.
"...That thing is dangerous... Aughh!!..
However, as he said that, he was knocked out of his stupor, for a while now he felt sothing amazing going on just beneath his legs, as the sound of rough sucking was taking place just below him.
SLURRRRP!!....
"AGUAAHH...
rciless moaned out aloud as he felt sothing sucking strongly on his cock, the sheer intensity of it was mind blowing in several different ways.
"MYY GUMA seem to like this, don't you?"
A voice echoed beneath rciless legs, as pleasure like no other coursed through him. As a result of this, his attention shifted just below him.
"...Ha?"
He whimpered softly.
His eyes open widely as he sees the figure below him.
Her skin was as grey as ash, and a giant, thick, black and white snake tail was wrapped around his leg in a possessive manner.
Her voice was seductive, yet playful, but also wild and possessive. He could feel her breath blow upon his rod; it was warm, and it twitched every ti she did it.
Her eyes were srizing gold, nocturnal in nature, just like a snake. Her breast was very large, easily the largest pair of breast he has ever seen, and they squeeze against his leg, as she bent the knee, her hand wrapped firmly around his cock, her grip strong and loving.
When rciless saw her, he called out in a confused voice.
"Æthelthryth... W-w-What are you doing?"
He asked in surprise, as he was not expecting this.
And the mont he did, Æthelthryth look up to et his gaze, her long, slender, and flat but fat black snake tongue was wrap around his cock as it swirled eigth ti around it.
Then she began to uncurled it slowly, twisting around his great shaft. This made rciless's toes grip inwards with delight as his moan escaped his mouth yet again.
"Ohwwwwaaa... Whhyyy are so good at this?!"
The question slipped from his lips before he could stop it, an unconscious surrender. And despite the fearso edge of his presence, despite the armor of his power, rciless found himself utterly undone beneath the sinful rhythm of Æthelthryth's mouth alone, which was more like slutty cunt than anything else.
Seeing his cute reaction, Æthelthryth giggled as she ca closer, laying rciless fat cock on her face, her hands positioning it like such, as she said.
"Hehehe… Your cuck is still just as massive and grotesquely divine as I rember it to be... Mmm...yes, those born of the Corporeal Line always did make the most delightful lovers. To twist flesh and mold essence, to sculpt form like wet clay, to rewrite identity itself to give aning through description that is vessel."
"...ahhh, it's like dancing with the bones of existence. You and I, my beloved Guma, we're a match made perfect. , your devoted little Slut of a mate… and you? My great, hulking God of Flesh."
She expressed her love greatly in this mont, holding on to rciless cock like a one of kind prize, that was priceless in every since of the word.
"A pity you can't breed ... not yet, anyway. You're still just a character scrawled in that little tale called the Lower World. And yet... You no longer belong to it, do you? Your mind has fused with the Fragnt, the first of six steps. Now you drift, a parasite threading through their story, twisting it wherever you pass."
"They know it too. They feel it. The rules bend subtly around you. If they were to kill you, they understand what would co next. Another Fragnt would fall from beyond their reach and right into their domain, choose a new host, and the cycle would begin again. The Story of The False God is what they call it... The story that refuses to end. The story that desires nothing but completion. The Story that saw both the beginning and the end, ti and ti, again, and again.
"IT IS THE ONE THING IN THIS UNIVERSE THAT CANNOT DIE. NOT TRULY. THE SOUL MAY VANISH, THE FLESH REDUCED TO ASH, AND PLACEHOLDERS ERASED… AND STILL, IT RETURNS EVEN AFTER DESTRUCTION AND FAILURE. IT ALWAYS RETURNS.
NOT BECAUSE IT ENDURES... BUT BECAUSE IT WAS NEVER ANT TO TRULY END. IT HAS NO BEGINNING. NO CONCLUSION. IT SIMPLY IS. FOR THAT REASON, WHATEVER IT MAY BE THAT SENDS THOSE FRAGNTS WITHOUT END INTO THIS UNIVERSE. THE ORIGINATORS FIND THEMSELVES IN A HOPLESS CYCLE THEY CANNOT STOP.
IMMUTABLE... FIXED.
A TRUTH SO ABSOLUTE, NOT EVEN ANNIHILATION CAN UNWRITE IT."
Æthelthryth comnted. Despite her lovestruct gaze, rciless, on the other hand, had a confused, no a partially horrified look on his face.
She was basically ranting a mantra to him, while at the sa ti, stroking his dick with intense passion.
Caught between pleasure and horror, rciless's mind went blank for a mont.
As he continues to hear out her story.
He listens very closely to every word she has to say.
"But not all of them hate you; rather, four of them are on your side: the 2nd out of curiosity, and desperation for change, the 3rd out of fatherly love, the 9th who saw the truth, and the 12th who feel a connection with you, yet all they do is watch silently from the corner unable to act."
"For that, they were deed outliers, cast aside by the order of the First, who above all fears you the most. Of the Twelve Pillars, it is the First who watches with trembling certainty, ensuring your story never reaches its end. Each ti you approach the final threshold, it resets the universe, tearing the tapestry of reality apart and weaving a new one in its place. Now the universe is just one big sea, and last ti it was a tower."
"Countless seeds, infinite to be precise, each a separate fiction, are extinguished without rcy, and countless more are birthed in their place. This has already happened three tis: in the first, you were of the line of the Origin; in the second, the Unknown; and in the third, the Corporeal. And with every reset, all things, except the Pillars and the Singularities, are wiped from existence. So many stories, entire realities, have been lost to the 1st's desperate attempt to erase the Story of the False God, and yet it cannot."
"Hehehe... When I ca to love you, our love blood when you were of the body, Sigurd... Ohhh, my precious Sigurd... My Guma, claim as his. The last reset separated us, not again, not ever... You are so close to one of your supporters, my Guma. But I've probably bored you with this story, have I?"
"...Hehehe... You look so pale and frightened right now, but I needed you to know that you must win my Guma, win at all costs, and let us reunite properly. But for now, let's have so fun. Questions can co later, I summon you for a reason; after all, I have sothing I want to give you before you face Elgrafarian, or as you know him... The Protector."
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