The Creators Ch. 17

I swallowed. "I'll have sex with you. Vaginally."

Now I had her attention. She regarded me from above her spectacles, scrutinizing me like Mother Septina used to when I was a child. "Hypocrisy and religion are quite like peanut butter and jelly, aren't they? Men find it hard enough to be faithful to their wives, so I can't imagine the agony of those who have assigned their faith to a woman they can't even fuck. Should I dress as an altar boy for you?"

I burned from head to toe. "Please don't ridicule me. I'm already ashamed enough."

"I won't indulge your fetish for humiliation," Sister Tera said, and returned her attention to the magazine. "For once, I'd like to be seduced. I believe I've earned it."

I shifted awkwardly. "I'm not much of a charmer, I'm afraid."

"You don't say."

"I've never had to approach a woman before."

"You could try growing some balls."

I fiddled with my hands for a moment longer, then walked with trepidation across the room, and sat across from Sister Tera. "You're beautiful." I said.

"I know," she replied, and sucked on her pipe without looking.

I squirmed in my chair. "Um... you look like you could use a drink."

Without a word, she pulled the flask from her hip, took a swig, and continued reading her magazine.

I scowled. "You're uh... you're being really cold right now. I could... you know... warm you up."

She snorted. "Holy shit."

"Please don't make fun of me," I grumbled, and shifted in my seat, resetting myself to the task at hand. I didn't know how men did this; it was excruciating! "I... um... I... look... I've got a big fat penis."

She closed her magazine, and looked up at me from her glasses. "And you have my attention. There, was that so hard?"

I gawked stupidly at her. "There's no way that would work on anyone but you."

She smirked wickedly. "You'd be surprised how far a big fat penis and some confidence will take you."

She was gentle with me that afternoon. After guiding me to the bed, she bid me to stand while she got to her knees. With her violet eyes alight, and her black sclera gleaming, she coiled her serpentine tongue around my shaft, and consumed me gluttonously, humming her moan behind her rotating lips, watching me with those evil eyes. Then, to my surprise, she got on her back. Her black hair curtained one side of her face, and she beckoned me with a leering finger to enter her dripping purple netherlips. I mounted her, and readied myself at her moist entrance. She drew her hands up my curves and framed my face with surprising tenderness; the fingers of one hand cupping my cheeks, the hook of the other drawing lasciviously up my throat. I kissed her delicate digits one by one, then turned my face to wrap my ruby lips around the dull point of her metal hook, and wet it with my saliva. When she was satisfied, she pulled from my mouth, slid a trail of spit down my back, parted my succulent buttocks, and pressed the dull tip of her metal hook to my hot winking aperture. I bit my lip with anticipation as she added the pressure, then gasped when my sphincter enveloped the dull point. She curved her wrist, digging inward until she pressed against my prostate, and my anus swallowed the last of the curve. I expected her cruelty, but she did not proceed with her torture. She simply held me static, and waited for me. For a moment, we just stared at each other, frozen at the last precipice of equanimity. My eyes fell upon her plush purple lips, inviting and parted, breathing her sweet breath evenly. Sister Tera had kissed me before—usually to collect the nectar a man had deposited in my mouth—but I had never initiated. Slowly, I lowered my lips, and pressed them to hers. Her snakelike tongue wrapped me, her plush lips drew from me, and with her one hand snaked in my crimson hair and her hook secured inside of me, she locked her legs around me and bid me to thrust.

It was near dusk by the time she was sated, and I was so spent that my penile flesh was spongey and swollen. She caressed it with her one hand and laid beside me, molding her warm body to mine as the desert day heat transitioned to the frosty arid night.

I ran my hand up the curve of her back, marveling at the softness of her flesh. "What do you want from me?" I asked her.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"A snake doesn't change her nature just because she's threatened; she just changes her tactics."

She frowned and rolled to her side, leaving the memory of her warmth to fade upon my flesh.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

She didn't answer me, but reached toward the tabletop, and took her pipe off of it. After packing her bowl with opium, she rested against the cushioned alcove, and watched me through a plume of smoke. "I needed to know you needed me," she said.

"Why?"

She again ignored me, and instead busied herself with poking at the smoldering drug in her pipe. After she was satisfied, she extended the pipe to me.

"No," I said.

She scowled at me. "God sent me to you so that your sins could be washed. No one else in the world can provide you with this cleaning release. When you're beneath my roof, you're in commune with God, and I am the only priestess here who counts. Smoke this; I can cure the addiction afterwards."

I glanced anxiously at the presented pipe, then clasped my fingers around the stem, and brought it to my lips. I had never smoked before in my life, and so the sudden rush of heat in my lungs sent me into a fit of hacks, each expulsion punctuated by a billow of blue smoke. By the time I was done, a numbing euphoria had begun to creep into me. It suffused my limbs, warmed my flesh, and brought tears of joy to my eyes. I swayed on the bedding, then swooned onto Sister Tera's lap. Her thighs were heavenly pillows for my head, and her fingers through my hair were hypnotic, sending felicitous tendrils into my scalp.

"I can't feel my face," I tittered drowsily.

Sister Tera chuckled like a doting mother, secured her hook and hand into my armpits, and brought me snuggling to her bosom. Her purple nipple greeted me, and I was compelled by some primal comfort to suckle from it. She purred sensually as I nursed, and her wonderful fingers continued their dance in my mane, deepening the trance I was in.

"I am a snake, Sister Julia," she said softly in my hair, "but I am a loyal snake. I needed to know you trust me as much as I trust you."

"Why?" I whispered against her nipple, looking up into her black and violet eyes.

She parted her lips to say something, then paused for a long time. Finally, she said, "your daughter plans to betray you."

I blinked slowly up at her. "What?"

"She came to me this morning. She told me to meet her tomorrow at the Trinity Uplift. I don't know what her intentions are, but I know what her endgame is."

I shook my head slowly, my thoughts moving like molasses in my mind. "No..." I muttered, "...no, no... that doesn't make any sense. You're wrong."

"I'm not!" Sister Tera hissed. "Have you seen her since you left her this morning? What do you think she's been doing all day behind your back?"

I studied Sister Tera's face through the fog of my addled eyes, and sucked slowly from her nipple. "Diamond is my flesh and blood," I whispered, "she is the vessel of the seraph. She would never betray me."

"Diamond doesn't even believe in God. She thinks this whole thing is a joke. She wants to take over for no other reason than it amuses her to do so. Even as we speak, she is breathing the seraph's gift into your followers."

I frowned. "No... no, she can't do that. Only the worthy can be given the sight."

"She doesn't care!" Sister Tera whispered urgently, clasping my face with her hook and hand. "She will bless the entire horde if it means she gains control!"

"The entire horde?" I laughed tiredly. "That would take years to do, Sister." I snuggled sleepily into her soft breast, and contented myself with nipple. "Even if she is trying to subvert me, what can she do?" I mused. "My bond with the seraph is eternal, and my power infinitely exceeds her own. She is but the chalice, and I am the flame." Sleep began to take me. "I could've been both," I muttered. "I should've been both."

"Sister Julia!" Sister Tera snapped, and pulled my head up before I could nod off. Though her pupils were so small, her eyes were urgent. "Remember what I told you! Remember who to trust when it happens! I'm begging you to remember!"

I smiled drowsily back. "You've proven your loyalty, Sister Tera. Whatever Diamond's juvenile ambitions are, they will pass, and no harm will come to you by my hand or hers. I swear it on the Holy Mother."

She let out a relieved sigh, and set my head back down on her breast. "Thank you," she muttered.

"No, thank you," I mouthed around her nipple. "You have been my rock throughout this tumultuous journey. I praise god every morning that she sent you to me." As the comforting darkness of slumber began to seep into my mind, a single thought held the tide at bay. "Sister Tera?" I inquired.

"Yes, Sister Julia?" she asked gently, tickling the nape of my neck.

"When we went to the ruins of Hektinar, you scavenged the melted towers for treasure. Did you go to the old university?"

"What was left of it, yes."

"Did you find any books?"

"Just one Gloria wanted me to get. An old empire book called 'the Broken Bridge.' I figured it must be worth a pretty penny."

"What's it about?"

"I don't know. It's encrypted."

"Oh," I said, disappointed for some reason. I resigned myself to blissful sleep when another thought nagged at me. "Sister Tera, when you and the others were trying to find out about the seraph, did you ever hear the name 'Vitanimus?'"

"No. Why?"

"It's not important," I yawned, content with my ignorance for now. My cheek molded into Sister Tera's soft bosom, and the arms of slumber took me gently down into their depths.

DIAMOND

"Bla!" I exclaimed, and spat the taste of the orc's mouth into the sand. The big fat brute wobbled on his knees as Corruption's gift took him, then his black eyes clarified. He let out a jolly whoop, jumped to his feet, and began dancing with surprising agility into the horde of orcs, where he was immediately impaled and gutted by two other corrupted beasts. Darn, I liked him.

"Next!" I yelled, and a young teenage she-orc came strutting toward me. This one would definitely be one for the harem. I placed my lips on the mouth of the woman who would soon be named 'One-Hundred-Thirty-Six,' and breathed my gift into her. She tensed as the euphoria took her, then went languid in my arms. After blinking her eyes back to clarity, she gazed up at me, and I saw her intentions clearly. I sighed, blew her brains out the back of her head, and tossed her corpse onto the mounting pile of my would-be murderers.

"Alright!" I yelled to the line. "If you are a member of a cannibalistic tribe, please take one step to the left!"

About thirty of the morons shuffled out of line, and I sent a water bullet through them, dropping their bodies into the sand.

"Jeepers-creepers, Aiko," I groaned to the stoic valkyrie beside me, and rubbed my brow. "How many have I done so far?"

The samurai checked her notes. "Five-hundred and twenty, Water Dancer."

"That's it?!" I exclaimed to the darkening sky. "This is taking forever! I'm going back to the tent!"

Aiko slapped me hard across the face, then returned to her neutral stance like she'd done nothing at all.

I rubbed my cheek, and glowered at her. "I suppose I told you to do that if I started procrastinating again."

She nodded. "You did, Water Dancer, and I am very sorry."

I grumbled to myself, and returned my attention to the long line of eager worshipers. Corruption was compelling me to spread her gift to them, but every time I did, I was left with a nagging feeling of dissatisfaction. What was I doing wrong?! I had infected all of Voda by using Xaya, but there was no omnipotent being here to make an easy shortcut. It also didn't help that my agenda for corrupting all of these orcs was out of line with Corruption's, and the seraph in her high castle wasn't too happy with the thoughts she saw sprouting in my mind.

You don't control me, I thought with a snarl. I own you! Remember that!

There was of course, no response; only that nagging feeling of dissatisfaction that I could never quell. No amount of lustful distraction in my tent would kill the feeling, nor murderous rampages through the horde. Only when I passed my gift to some mouth-breathing orc would I feel an iota of peace, but it ended the moment my lips parted from my victim.

"Next!"

Woman after woman, man after man, child after child. I blessed them until my lips were chapped, and had to pull moisture from the air to make them plush again. After five-hundred more, the pile of bodies beside me had grown to a veritable mound of gore, the ranks of my harem had swelled past two-hundred, and there was still an endless line of eager idiots stretched along the dunes and into the darkening horizon.

"What do you want?!" I screamed to the sky. "You want me to do every single one of them?! How about I just kill them all?! That would be much easier for me!" I whirled on my heel, and marched straight for the tent. "I need to go pee!" I yelled before Aiko could slap me again. "Go down the line and pick out the sexy ones for when I come back!"

"I do not know what a sexy orc looks like."

"No oldies and no fatties!" I growled back at her, and burst into my harem tent. My corrupted slaves were still going at it even after ten hours, and I had to dig through the pile of writhing orc flesh before I finally found Seven. I dragged her by the arm to my private room in the back, and flicked an astral gemstone that hung over the threshold, muting all the sounds outside. Seven tidied herself in the mirror to the best of her ability, then got on her knees before me, and opened her mouth with a wide and expectant smile. I levelled my cock, and let my bladder go with a relieved sigh. The stream of piss shot from my tip, and cascaded between her pretty teenage lips, filling the chalice of her mouth until it overflowed from her lips and nostrils and cascaded down her chin, throat, and breasts. She gurgled her moan of approval, her wide hips shimmying in delight of the debasement, her back arched to direct the path of overflowing urine so that it washed over her front. She touched herself all the while, joining her hands between her thick green thighs to toy with her salivating slit as my golden fluid ran down her belly, and to her crotch. I finished with a little shiver of satisfaction, and shook my penis of the last droplets, splattering her pretty nose and cheeks. I was about to tell her to flush when I paused. The nagging feeling was gone. I glanced down at Seven. I watched the golden pool spill from her open lips, and the revelation dawned on me.

"Oh, I get it," I whispered.

Seven cocked her head questioningly, a small volume of my urine running down the corner of her lips.

"Flush," I commanded, and she turned her head to the ceiling, gurgled, and swallowed. With an excited little smile, she turned her head back to me, awaiting more abasement. Instead, I bowed to her level, took her proud jaw in my hands, and raised her lips to mine. I kissed her tenderly, and as her tongue came out to play, I poured Corruption into her already-blackened soul. She moaned in my mouth, tilting her head to receive me, breathing deeply to take the vile euphoria into the bottom of her lungs. It overflowed from her nostrils, poured from her eyes, beaded her sweat and darkened her saliva. I extracted myself from her plush consumption, and ran my thumb along her parted lips. She stared back at me with eyes so blackened that her irises were gone.

"Go, my diseased little toilet," I whispered lovingly to her, and pissed out the final volume of my bladder into her gaping black mouth, "spread the word of God."

Seven stood up without a word, and walked through the flap. A moment later, I collapsed onto the floor.

Interlude Two: Message

CORRUPTION

I tore through Diamond's memories, looking for everything I could find about the Earth Former. Diamond's entire mission to the astral plane had been to extract me from her, but goddamn it, it wasn't me who had taken her! I couldn't remember a fucking thing about her! Diamond's memories of Willowbud were scarce at best; a confrontation in a Drastin dead-end, and a short meeting of gods that she'd left early. There was nothing else. Just little tidbits of hearsay she'd gotten from Angela as Diamond traversed between realms. Just enough for me to know how dangerous this Earth Former was. She had cast Petranumen out twice. She had formed a memory of Guilt in Petranumen's mind. She had inoculated herself of me. She was immune. The scars she'd left upon me were reason enough to be terrified of her, but what chilled me to the bone wasn't what she could do to me. With just a flick of her wrist, Willowbud could kill my beloved, and me with her.

"Stupid bitch!" I snarled, and punched the ground.

Xaya looked up at me, confused at my outburst.

"Why?!" I screamed at Xaya. "Why must these mortals dally about with their meaningless sense of purpose?! Can't they see that life means nothing if death is always coming?! Why do they live at all?!"

Xaya blinked at me for a moment, then recommenced lounging in the astral sun.

I looked back at the visage of Willowbud. She was lounging on a boy's lap, smirking at Diamond from across a room. The leaves that made up her hair were lighter than the ones that made up her flesh, and the two flower buds that made up her eyes were obsidian, dotted with a green ovule. I pushed my hand into the dirt, and grew a plant of my own. The vines branched to form words, and those words read, 'Willowbud is alive.' I stepped back, and waited for my message to take root in her mind. It didn't. The vines lost their shape, grew past the constraints I'd put upon them, and became as wild as the rest of the foliage I'd seeded in this realm. I could send no message. This was not my mind.

"I need a messenger," I muttered. I looked to Xaya, then immediately looked elsewhere. The creature that had once been Wisdom couldn't form a single word any longer. Who could I contact?! I could wait for Julia to go to the Goblin Mines and tell her then, but...

"Droktin's Pass," I whispered, and felt a chill crawl through me. Where else would the Earth Former be waiting? Just a day's journey away. I scrambled to Diamond's entrance, flung the gate open, and stepped into the jungle beyond. Diamond appeared in a flash. Without hesitation, she sprinted right for the iron box, and Xaya nonchalantly tackled her.

"You wretch!" Diamond screeched at me. "I'll take her back from you! I'll leave you to rot alone if it kills me, I SWEAR IT!"

"Willowbud is alive!" I screamed back, but Diamond couldn't hear me. She just raged against Xaya and shrieked at me, tears running down her cheeks, pure hatred in her purple and green eyes. I stepped back into the realm, and she disappeared. Xaya looked around the empty space beneath her with confusion, then shrugged, and crawled back into the trees to lounge.

I rested against the gate, and let out a shuddering breath. I could do nothing. I was trapped once more. I could only sit around and wait fatalistically for death to... for death to... hmm...

"Death isn't always the end," I mused to myself, and looked up at the stars. I stared at the dimmest light in the sky. "Where are you, Angela?" I asked the perpetual twilight. "And who is with you?"

Part Three: Can't Sleep