Damien watched as Loki returned, wearing a beautiful red dress tailored perfectly to her form. It was eccentric. Very revealing. Her left thigh was completely on display. Her back too. The dress had a nice cut in the middle of her chest, making her small chest stand out despite its size.
"Wow... I suppose someone really is taking this seriously," Damien said.
Loki grinned. "Yes! Of course, I am trying my best here. Do not mock me. Impressing a mortal is not something I am used to." She smiled. "So, where are you taking me?"
Damien grinned. Then he said, "You know what? You said you are the one who wants me. So impress me. Take me somewhere special." He paused. "I will let you lead."
Loki's eyes widened. Then she grinned. "Tihihihi. I have got it then. We will go to a banquet at the Tower of Babel. I think Aphrodite is holding one as we speak. She will not mind if we pop in."
Damien smiled. "Now that... is the mischievous Loki I know." He pushed his arm her way, offering her his hand.
She smiled, took it, and led the way.
...
A short while later, they reached Babel Tower and entered the magical elevator leading up.
"Did you know that Hephaestus owns all the shops from the fourth to the eighth floor?" Loki said. "She is filthy rich."
"I am well aware. She made my weapons. I know all about her," Damien replied.
Loki raised an eyebrow. "Wait... she did? You know what that means, right? She really never makes anything for anyone. You have to be extra close."
Damien grinned. "What do you think?"
"Oh, you sly bastard. You are a manwhore." Loki laughed. "I like it."
"I just give love to all who love me back. Simple as that."
"Yeah... sure."
Damien looked at her. "So where are we going exactly?"
"Floor Thirty-Seven. That is Aphrodite's private chamber and her hall. Parties and all that. Very debaucherous. Do not be surprised if you see naked goddesses." Loki smirked. "Do not worry. She usually does not invite males at all. Surprisingly, she is into the touch of women. But if I bring a man..." She tapped her chin. "I wonder what her face will be like? How will she react? Can she even kick me out? She would never dare..... Can she kick you out? The strongest in Orario? I am not so sure. She has the guts, but..." She grinned. "I am betting on something tonight."
"And that is?" Damien asked.
"I am betting she will offer her services to you. You see, I have known her for a while. She is different from other gods. She will offer you love, servitude, and submission....if you can keep her close. That is how she is."
Damien frowned. "Not sure I like that kind of person."
"No one does. But here is the thing....she is beautiful. Extremely so. Everyone knows that. She has a submissive attitude toward strong men and can do anything you desire in bed. That usually gets to strong Familias led by men, and they end up helping her survive."
"If you want my advice?" Loki's voice dropped. "Use her back. Do not treat her like a lover. Instead, treat her like a fuck doll. She would love it anyway. Fuck her whenever, however, and help her when she is chased by other males. Her divinity is quite restrictive."
Damien's eyes narrowed. "Restrictive?"
"Yeah. She is the goddess of sexual love, beauty, passion, and procreation. In other words, unlike Freya and Ishtar who controlled men with their beauty, she is the opposite. Her divinity guides her to a strong man and makes her serve that man. She loves it, of course. But it is also dangerous. If the man wants to hurt her, she cannot exactly say no. That is why she has been relying on Freya for the last couple of years."
"I see..." Damien's expression softened. "Now I kind of feel bad for her."
"Do not be. She will manipulate you if you are. Dominate her. I am not kidding, by the way. Treat her like shit. Slap her. Ask her to service you. Do bad things like that. She will love it and default to forgetting about any manipulation attempts. And she will genuinely serve."
Damien shook his head. "I do not know about that. I am not that kind of guy."
"Well, learn to be. Listen here, gods..." Loki's voice turned hard. "We are fucking bastards, all right. They will try to hurt you, manipulate you, abuse your love and all that. Make sure you are hard. Do not show too much love. Abuse them. It is how we are wired. We submit to power. It is showings and such. I do not need to tell you this, but Heaven was filled with wars because everyone wanted to be 'the one.' But here, in Orario..." She looked at him. "YOU are the one. No comparison. Prove it. Dominate. Abuse your powers. When it comes to gods, that is the ONLY language they understand."
The elevator ticked.
Loki straightened her dress. "We are here. Do not forget what I told you." She looked at him. "And do not get fucking charmed by her."
....
Damien thought about Loki's words.
He had been planning on smoothing out the gods so he could start his grand alliance of all the strong gods and take over Orario peacefully. But was that really necessary? If what Loki was saying was true, should he not just take what was his? After all, he did not really need to worry about the gods. They were not much of a challenge in this state. And he needed to hasten his power and growth so he too could reach the level of a god.
But the question in his mind was how to deal with Ouranos.
Unlike the other gods, Damien had a feeling that Ouranos was not as restricted as them.
'Will he even care?'
That was the question. Would Ouranos care if Damien took over everything? Ouranos's goal had always been to unite the two strongest Familias and take down the dungeon. And he did not strike Damien as someone who would care how that was achieved.
'If I gain his support, then I can do whatever I want. Take it by force if need be.'
"LOKI! WELCOME!"
A shout came from afar.
Damien looked at the person. Loki had warned him, but he was not expecting it to be literal. The woman was very beautiful...extremely pink and beautiful hair, massive breasts, extremely well-toned thighs. She was wearing a dress, if it could be called that. The dress was completely see-through, and it stopped an inch below her nether region. It was there to be removed, clearly.
And she was not the only one.
There were around twenty goddesses. Each of them was completely naked or wearing something similarly revealing. One wore a dress that covered one breast and completely exposed the other. One wore nothing at all...just stickers covering her breasts and vagina.
"Sheesh," Damien muttered.
The woman ran toward Loki, her massive breasts bouncing up and down like crazy. "It is good to see you here! Really! Wonderful even! I had always thought you hated these gatherings! You are such a welcomed guest here!"
She held her hands in between her breasts, extremely excited.
Loki smiled. "I see you are still the same, Aphrodite. It is good to see you too, darling." She pointed at Damien. "I hope you do not mind. I brought an extra guest. I think you already know my date. This is Damien. Damien Ardent. Hestia Familia's captain." She leaned on his shoulder. "And the strongest in Orario."
She emphasized the last words, wanting them to sound clear to Aphrodite.
Aphrodite's eyes lit up. "OF COURSE!"
She moved to grab Damien's face and kissed his lips.
Damien pushed her away. "Watch it, will you."
"Oh! Sorry! Sorry! That is just how I greet my guests." Aphrodite laughed nervously. "Apologies if I was too pushy." She waved toward the others. "You guys! Come, come! I have so much Ambrosia, snacks, and everything for a fun party tonight!" She turned to Damien. "You too, love. If you need anything, ask! I am thrilled to have you here."
"I am thrilled to be here too," Damien said. His voice was flat. "But do not do stupid shit like that again. Next time you touch me without permission, I will throw you off the fucking tower."
He was dead serious.
Aphrodite smiled awkwardly. "Oh, silly...."
She tried to touch him. His eyes stopped her cold.
"Of course, hun." She stepped back. "Whatever you like."
Loki grinned as Aphrodite turned to leave.
"Good work." Loki whispered. "Look between her legs."
"What?" Damien asked.
"Just do it."
Damien glanced down. Aphrodite was dripping.
"Told you. She is into men like you. Keep this up, and she will be a fucking footrest if you want."
A voice came from across the room.
"Damien... Ardent."
Damien turned to his left.
There she was. Wearing her dress this time. Not naked like the rest. Another goddess of beauty stood apart from the others....the one everyone considered the most beautiful of all.
"Freya."
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