Entering inside, Damien was greeted by the gaze of Freya, sitting on her throne like a queen. She was completely nude, of course, because why would she not be. Sitting there, Damien eyed her up and down. Her beautiful eyes and features. Her gaze that struck the very presence of the heart. Her nude form that was perfect....breasts not too big, not too small, firm and standing there to gaze upon him. Her slender legs, one above the other, beautiful and truly the epitome of the feminine form. Quite accurately, the most beautiful goddess. She opened her legs slightly to grace him with her well-trimmed pussy that was perfectly shaped. Then she locked her legs again.
"Wow... I have to say, you truly are beautiful. Really, the epitome of it. But did you have to sit there naked? I think I might have liked you more with clothes on," Damien said, gazing upon her shamelessly.
"You come to my home unannounced and expect me to put on an outfit to please you? Truly arrogant," Freya replied.
"Hey, do not get me wrong. I like what I see."
"Why are you here, child of Hestia?"
"I wanted to talk to you. Explain to you the events inside the dungeon. Why I had to do what I did. I did not like the idea of you hearing a version that is not the truth."
"You come to my home to insult me? To flaunt the fact that you murdered my child? Turned him into one of YOUR shadows? Hmm? Is that it?"
"No. I came to your home, appreciated your looks.....not insult them. And I have not come here to flaunt the murder of your child. If I wanted to, I could have killed them all. But I did not. I even spared the one who actually tried to assassinate me." He paused. "If anything, I have done you a favor. I took out one who tried to betray you, have I not? What if I had not figured out the truth? Then what? Would you take responsibility then? Would you go to war with me? I do not want that. I find you and your Familia useful to the future of Orario. I have never harbored ill will toward you or your Familia. If anything, I owe you for the help back in the tournament."
"And you repaid me... by choosing another goddess other than ME."
Damien nodded. "You and I... we would not have worked well. I do not harbor love for you that is endless. I do not think I will ever serve you. It is not that I do not find you flattering, Goddess. Quite the contrary. I think I would madly love you like the rest. But I am not like your children. I am one who stands above the rest. Not even a god can stand above me."
He declared his vision clearly.
"You... a mortal... speak such words? To me?" Freya shot up from her throne, insulted.
"I do not speak them to you. I speak them to all."
"Why have you come here? Huh? What is it that you want of me, fool!"
"I want you as part of an alliance. I am building it for the future. To conquer the dungeon. I want to go beyond the known limits.....Hera and Zeus, even beyond them. You and your forces are powerful. I want to recruit you."
"An alliance?" She laughed. "With me? I do not do alliances. I lead them. If an alliance between gods is to be done, I want to be the head of it. That is my condition."
"No. A god will not head this alliance. It will be me. I said it clearly, have I not? I see none of you as beings above me. Your powers are useless to me. I think you already know that, no? I am not like the others. I do not need a god to feed me Falna to grow. I am what I am through my efforts alone. Sooner or later, I will reach a power that goes beyond the gods. Naturally so. I shall be above them. Above you."
Her power flared. A pink aura surrounded her....not Arcanum, but her natural alluring powers, ones she exuded naturally. This time condensed. Even gods fell to this charm. But Damien stood clearly undeterred. His Ruler's Authority pushed that charm away. Not just pushed....it was placed back into her, as if he was saying: I am better.
Her eyes filled with anger. They changed to a multicolored aura. That was Arcanum. About to be unleashed.
But shocking her, his own eyes changed to resemble hers. His Ruler's Authority pushed even further into her, until she was sat back down.
Damien walked slowly toward her. She looked at him, scared, shaking. She even considered calling her children.
Then she did nothing. Because Damien stopped next to her chair and raised her chin to face him.
"I should have noticed earlier." His voice was soft. "You... all that arrogance and power. But deep down, you are not so bad, are you? You have always been nice to me. Is that not right? Syr?"
Her eyes opened wide in shock.
"I should have connected the dots earlier. But I suppose I had to grow to see it. That faint magic you two share."
He placed his hand on her cheek.
"Freya, I do not hate you. You do what you do for your Familia, for yourself. I can even see it....your heartbreak due to the loss of your child. I truly apologize it reached that. But I will give you a piece of advice."
He leaned closer.
"You will never best me. None of you can. Gods or not. This is my era. I reign supreme in it. Sooner or later." His eyes bore into hers. "You are a smart woman. So do the right thing. Submit to me. Serve me. And you will be by my side when I take over it all. Or not. Stay arrogant and foolish. Stand in my way. And be crushed like the rest of them. Your choice."
His eyes returned to normal. He turned around and walked away, his form disappearing into the shadows.
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Freya sat alone.
Panting. Blushing. Angry. Not angry because of his words. Angry at herself. Angry at her own existence.
Her body had already submitted at the mere sight of his power. She had been wrong about him. He was not a hero like the rest of them, like the ones the gods desired for themselves. He was different. The gods... cannot control whatever he was.
"Damn it all..." She looked at her legs. Shaking. "This divinity of mine."
Her pussy was dripping. She had ended up cumming a second after he left. Something unexpected. Something unnatural to her.
She had always been the one at the upper hand. Now, her body was asking for him. This was the pain of a divinity like hers. It demanded control. Dominance. The love of all. But at the same time, the moment it found a superior....one it believed it could serve.....it demanded servitude. It demanded the love of that person even at the cost of submission.....The Divinity of love...Was such...It displayed all acts of love, even the ones involving submission, as a goddess Freya covered it by being the one always on top...But his existence...Had unveiled it
Her body and divinity clashed with her mind. Her mind still hung on the idea of taking it all, controlling it all. But her body and her own divinity had already found a superior owner. One that they wanted to serve.
The question was: who would win? The mind? The body? Or would her divinity devour them both?
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