See?... I'm fucking awesome!
I, the amazing, perfect, and horny Victoria Morgana Nosferat, have caused a shock to all the gods gathered here.
'Look at their faces—sooooo shocked, like sluts denied cum.' I couldn't help myself. I laughed, loud and shameless, my grin stretching wider with every twitch of disbelief around me.
Eir, of course, didn't even twitch. She glanced at me once, feathers rustling faintly, but she said nothing. Just kept standing there like the world's most intimidatingly gorgeous Valkyrie of loyalty and murder.
[All thanks to the goddess Lilith—the one who gave you her divinity.] Herma's voice slid into my head with that infuriating calm sarcasm. [Without her, you wouldn't have been able to ascend.]
'Fuck off, Herma,' I shot back instantly, flashing a smile so sweet it could rot teeth. 'Let me enjoy my god-tier glory for five damn minutes. This is my party, and if anyone is going to ruin it, it sure as hell won't be you. Now be a good little system and tell me which one of these divine beings to fuck first.'
[...]
'What?... Why aren't you answering me? Are you trying to say that I'm not allowed to have fun during this boring meeting?'
[...]
Again, Herma said nothing, and I lifted my head, refocusing on the puppet, who ignored the commotion and kept talking. He spoke about many things, but the most important one was.
The fight against the Void.
My Nexus system before was limited to Bronze-rank only, but inside this place, that limitation was temporarily removed, allowing Herma to search the Nexus about the current situation and give me some information.
The Void.
A dark and mysterious enemy. An ancient threat. The eternal enemy of creation.
There was not much information on it, and even less about how to stop it. The gods had been fighting it since the dawn of creation, and while they were able to hold the line, they had yet to defeat the enemy. All because the Void can corrupt anything and anyone.
Even gods.
The common myth about the Void was that it originated from the energy that the fight between Light and Dark created, or from the repeated destruction and recreation of the universe, but the truth was that not a single god knew the origin.
It was a big mystery, one that many were afraid of.
Hmm... but I think that the Void was pissed off by the constant destruction and recreation of the universe at the hands of Light and Dark, like a human would get pissed off by a child pulling the same prank again and again. So it decided to teach the two brats a lesson.
Anyway, I learned a few important things:
-The Void had its own realm, a dark realm located outside the known universe, and was trying to invade.
-The Void corrupted and enslaved gods.
-The Void can't be killed, just imprisoned.
-The Void has an army made of the gods and beings that it corrupted.
The puppet droned on, its voice calm and polished, like it was explaining the weather report instead of casually dropping cosmic horror facts.
"...and so, from now on, all Silver-rank and above are required to contribute forces, resources, or themselves to the Eternal Campaign. The Nexus City serves as a gathering hub, the line between the realms of creation and the encroaching Void…"
Blah, blah, blah.
My eyes glazed over halfway through his speech, not because it wasn't terrifying—oh no, the Void sounded like a massive, reality-destroying nightmare that could bend gods over without lube—but because everyone else looked so damn serious about it.
'Fuck.... they all need a good dicking.'
Row after row of divine warlords straightening, elemental gods sparking in agitation, beauty goddesses wringing their hands like sad little porcelain dolls. The crowd was thick with tension, like a massive orgy where everyone forgot the safe word.
[Pay attention.] Herma's voice returned, sharp this time. [This isn't just some lecture. The Void is the reason gods fall faster than they're born. It's why even immortality isn't secure.]
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, rolling my eyes, "Void bad. Nexus good. Everyone is scared shitless. I got it."
"But honestly, Herma?" I smirked, leaning lazily on Eir's spear arm just to annoy her since I wasn't acting like a goddess. "This just makes me even hornier. Can you imagine—an army of corrupted gods? Fallen beauties begging for release, twisted warlords turned into tentacle-coated daddy issues? The possibilities are endless."
[This isn't a kink list, Morgana!]
"Everything is a kink list if you're brave enough," I whispered back, giggling.
Eir shifted her wings and gave me a sideways glare sharp enough to cut a mountain in half. I gave her my sweetest smile because I knew she wouldn't stab me in public. Probably.
The puppet—Number Seven, my soon-to-be fuckable marionette—gestured again, and a vision unfurled in the air above us. A battlefield, black as the womb of nothing, stretching into forever. Titans of shadow and ash were tearing reality apart like tissue. And among them… gods. Gods with hollow eyes, their bodies twisted with veins of shimmering void-stuff, striking down their own kind with weapons dripping corruption.
Even I stopped giggling for a heartbeat.
"Oh," I whispered, lips curling, "they're hot."
Smack!
Eir smacked me with her wing.
The crowd murmured in dread, the atmosphere heavy with a fear so old it was baked into their bones. Nobody breathed a word about hope, victory, or even survival. Just… endurance. A war with no end.
Herma finally broke the silence in my skull.
[You understand now why the Nexus guards its gods so closely. Why even you—yes, you—are valuable. The Void doesn't just kill gods. It wants them. It devours them. It takes their divinity and makes it its own.]
"So what you're saying," I grinned, "is that if I ever get corrupted, I'd become even hotter and scarier?"
[That's… not the point—]
But I was already laughing again, throwing my head back as my aura flared bright enough to make half a dozen weaklings in the crowd flinch.
"Let the Void come for me then! I'll either fuck it into submission, or it'll fuck me into a better version of myself. Either way…" I licked my lips, "…I win."
The gods around me reacted to my horny aura in three distinct ways.
The first group—the smart ones—retreated like a tide being pulled back, faces set in stone, pretending they weren't running while definitely running. Cowards. I blew them a kiss anyway, because nothing makes fear taste sweeter than lacing it with lust.
The second group—ah, my favorites—tried to hold the line. They puffed their chests, flared their wings, and flexed their muscles like good little heroes. But my aura? My divine sex bleeding into the air like perfume? Yeah, it broke them. Their bodies betrayed them one by one, trembling under the weight of need. I didn't even have to look closely to see it.
For example, I saw one eagle-like goddess covering her lower half with her wing, trying to hide the slick juices flowing from her feathered cunt. A minotaur god was suffering the same thing. He tried to hide his bulging erection from view and was sweating profusely. Yet I could smell his precum; it was thick and musky. A storm-god's lightning crackled erratically, not because of anger, but because his body was seconds from blowing a different kind of load.
And the third group? Oh… they were glorious. They were just one step away from bouncing at me and offering their pussies, asses, and even cocks if I let them breed me.
The only downside to all of this was that my aura didn't affect all the gods, not even 0.0001% of all the gods here. Not because they were too strong for my aura or anything like that, no, it was because of the massive number of gods in this place.
I'm pretty sure that space magic shit is involved because otherwise there was no way so many gods could fit here. Take the distance between me and the dais as an example. It was around 200 - 300 meters, yet there were millions of gods between me and the dais.
Anyway, Number Seven spoke for another five minutes, and then he was done.
"The gathering of the gods would last for seven days in Nexus time," he said and then bowed. "May you all find your path."
"Now then, let the Gathering begin!"
The crowd surged, millions of auras rising into the air as the gods mingled and socialized.
It was time.
Time for the greatest orgy I had ever experienced. All I have to do is find the best-looking, biggest-dicked god here and get him to impregnate me.
After all, I still need seeds for my future daughter.
Ding!
Suddenly, the notification bell rang in my head. Opening it, I saw it was a message from Lora. We agreed to meet up at the city square once the gathering begins. But when I opened the message, I froze for a moment.
[CuteCate: MORGANA HELP!!]
[CuteCate: SOMEONE IS BULLYING ME!!]
Sigh.
"Well, I guess I'm going to start with killing before fucking."