The crater still smoked from Artemish's death when the sand rumbled again.
Two shadows rose on opposite dunes, flanking Beth in a perfect pincer.
Aresh.
Muscles caged in bronze, veins glowing like molten iron, his colossal blade oozing with sizzling blood. His presence was violence given form.
Hermesh.
Lithe and smug, winged sandals fluttering, caduceus staff twirling as though the fight was already over.
His grin alone made Beth want to break teeth.
"Two against one?" Beth said, rolling her neck, wings flaring with golden heat.
"Neat! Finally this feels like a challenge."
Aresh's snarl shook sand loose from the dunes.
"You won't be laughing when you're ripped apart, mortal!"
Hermesh zipped forward, leaving a trail of mocking laughter.
"Relax, bro, I'll leave her face intact. Maybe mount it like art!"
Beth didn't wait for them.
Her khopesh split into a storm of burning illusions—Ra's fire braided with Isis' sorcery, each blade flickering real and unreal.
Horus' sight painted her enemies like targets on a screen, every movement slowed.
Aresh blocked high, his molten blade crashing down—but three phantom blades slipped under his guard, searing his thighs.
He roared in pain, molten blood splattering the sand.
Hermesh blurred into her flank, caduceus stabbing straight through her ribs—only for Beth's body to dissolve into smoke.
His eyes went wide as she reappeared behind him, wings kicking up a cyclone.
The green glow of Osiris' scales shimmered across her shield.
Hermesh froze mid-step, heart pinned, judged wanting.
A half-second lockup was all Beth needed.
She slammed her shield into his face, bone snapping, his grin finally wiped off.
Aresh charged, screaming war incarnate.
Beth met him head-on, her twin blades erupting with Ra's sunfire.
Their clash tore the dunes apart in shockwaves, sand turning to molten glass.
But Beth twisted—illusions misdirecting his swings, her true blade sliding clean through his armored chest.
His body erupted in fire before shattering into embers.
Hermesh tried to bolt, but Beth's hawk-sight caught him before his feet left the ground.
She hurled a burning illusionary spear straight through his chest, the trickster collapsing with a strangled laugh.
The desert fell silent again.
Beth spat blood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Two gods. Two trophies. Rod, you watching this shit?"
The ground trembled again. The world was collapsing closer.
- - - - - - - - - - -
Then another shadow was already descending—this one regal, armored, crowned with a spear.
Athenash.
The heat warped into silence as a new figure descended.
Regal, armored, her bronze spear gleaming with cold moonlight.
A helm crested with a serpent shadowed her eyes, but her gaze cut through Beth like a scalpel.
Athenash.
Goddess of wisdom, handicraft, and war.
"You fight with ferocity," Athenash said coolly, her voice like steel on stone.
"But war without discipline is chaos. And chaos always devours itself."
Beth smirked, though blood dripped from her chin.
"Lady, I've been outsmarting idiots my whole life. Let's see whose playbook holds up."
They moved at once.
Athenash's spear struck with surgical precision—each thrust the most optimal move.
Beth blocked high with her shield only to feel her ankles swept by a perfectly timed low kick.
She staggered, wings of Horus catching her balance in midair, but the goddess was already pivoting, spear lancing for her throat.
Beth's khopesh flared with Ra's fire, illusions splitting into a dozen decoys.
But Athenash didn't fall for the trick—she struck the one illusion moving half a breath slower, her spear shattering it into sparks.
Beth gritted her teeth.
She can see through my tricks.
The duel became a chessboard.
Every feint Beth made, Athenash countered.
Every attack, anticipated.
Blood streaked Beth's arm where the spear clipped her, then her thigh, then her cheek.
She was bleeding, her breaths ragged.
But Beth wasn't just brawn. She had Isis' threads.
She whispered a spell under her breath, weaving sorcery into the battlefield.
Illusions not of herself this time, but of terrain—dunes where there were none, pits where the sand was solid.
Athenash faltered a fraction, her foot sinking into a phantom hollow.
Beth lunged, Set's blade aiming for the kill.
But Athenash's shield deflected, her spear slicing Beth's shoulder open in return.
Both staggered back, blood painting the glassy dunes.
"You're clever," Athenash admitted, eyes sharp, unyielding.
"But cleverness without wisdom burns out."
Beth spat blood, grinning through the pain.
"Yeah? Well, I'm the one who decides who burns who."
She clapped her hands.
The scales of Osiris shimmered, pinning Athenash in judgment.
The goddess resisted, but the half-second falter was enough.
Beth ignited every gift at once—Ra's fire condensed into a sun-spear, Isis' threads weaving it into dozens of phantom copies, Horus' wings launching her skyward for the strike.
She came down like a meteor, her blade driving through Athenash's shield and chest.
The goddess gasped, eyes wide—not in rage, but in surprise—before her body shattered into radiant dust.
Beth landed hard, panting, covered in blood and sweat.
Her shield arm trembled, her vision swam, but she was still standing.
Barely.
She glanced at the smoking crater.
"Wisdom's great. But sometimes raw power wins the game."
The sky thundered in answer.
Three shadows fell across the ruined desert.
Lightning, shadow, and tide.
Zeush. Hadesh. Poseidosh.
The brothers had arrived.
The sky split open with thunder.
The desert shattered into rivers as black waves surged from nowhere, and a tide of shadows rolled across the glass dunes like ink.
Three figures descended together.
Zeush — beard crackling with stormfire, every breath thunder.
Poseidosh — rising on a living tidal wave, trident sparking with seaquakes.
Hadesh — cloaked in black, his eyes two pits of the abyss, his voice the silence of tombs.
They stood united, not by brotherhood, but by fear.
"She's grown too strong," Zeush barked, lightning splitting the sky.
"Together," Poseidosh snarled, sea roaring behind him.
Hadesh only whispered, "Snuff the spark before it becomes flame."
Beth stood opposite them, battered, blood dripping into the sand.
The khopesh in her hand blazed with Ra's fire, her shield shimmering with Osiris' scales, illusions dancing in her periphery, wings fanning sparks of light and sand.
Three gods. One mortal.
And Beth just smiled. "About damn time the bosses showed up."
The brothers struck first.
Zeush hurled a thunderbolt the size of a mountain.
Poseidosh split the desert into a chasm of ocean, waves clawing upward.
Hadesh spread shadows that devoured light itself.
Beth leapt skyward, wings of Horus exploding open, her hawk-sight painting every attack in slow motion.
She pivoted midair, Ra's fire spewing from her blade in a blazing arc that carved the thunderbolt in half.
She landed on a wave, Isis' sorcery threading illusions of herself sprinting in all directions, confusing Poseidosh as his trident stabbed nothing but shadows.
Beth's real self drove her khopesh into the tide, boiling the sea into steam.
Hadesh's shadows lunged, skeletal hands clawing from the dark.
Beth slammed her shield down—the scales flared, weighing the dead themselves, scattering their grip into dust.
She laughed, feral and exhilarated.
"Three on one, and you're still getting outplayed!"
The gods retaliated.
Zeush descended like a storm, hammering his fists into the ground, lightning chains wrapping around Beth's limbs.
Poseidosh's wave surged, crashing her into the glass dunes.
Hadesh loomed, whispering curses that clawed into her mind, each one heavy with despair.
Beth screamed, body wracked with power too vast for human flesh—
Then she snapped.
She let every stolen gift ignite at once.
Ra's Sunfire — a blazing corona around her, burning away chains.
Osiris' Judgment — scales hovering, condemning the brothers as unworthy.
Isis' Sorcery — illusions weaving suns, moons, oceans, impossible battlefields.
Horus' Wings — her body lifted high, sky her domain, eyes burning with hawk-vision.
She became a storm of gods.
Beth blurred into motion.
With a flap of wings, she hurled a storm of suns, dozens of miniature fireballs swarming Zeush like meteors.
He roared as the sky itself turned against him.
She split into a thousand illusory Beths, each one carrying a blazing spear, harrying Poseidosh from every angle.
His trident shattered phantom after phantom until the real spear pierced his shoulder, boiling the ocean around him.
She turned Osiris' judgment against Hadesh, the scales above his head glowing, his shadows writhing as his heart was weighed—and found wanting.
But the brothers still stood, wounded but not broken.
Beth hovered above them, bleeding, burning, her body cracking from the strain.
She realized something then—something Rod would've laughed about, but was undeniable now.
She wasn't using the gods' powers.
She was just mixing them.
And with that realization came clarity.
Beth's Final Move.
She raised her khopesh skyward.
The blade fractured into pure light, splitting into a sun, a moon, a storm, and a shadow—then collapsing together into one impossible weapon.
A spear woven from all domains.
She whispered through gritted teeth.
"Nefertiti's Verdict."
She dove.
The sky howled!
Lightning shattered!
The ocean boiled away!
Shadows screamed!
Her spear drove through all three brothers at once, the judgment of Ra, Osiris, Isis, and Horus fused into a single blow.
Their divine forms cracked like glass, exploding into shards of storm, tide, and void.
When it ended, silence ruled.
Beth stood alone, trembling, her weapon dissolving into sparks.
Her body was battered, her skin glowing faint with the artifacts fused to her very flesh.
She had killed gods.
Again. And again. And again.
And now she stood crowned in their relics, her body carrying the best of every pantheon she had slaughtered.
Beth raised her shield and blade, wings fanning once more.
She smirked, wild-eyed, exhausted, unstoppable.
"GODQUEEN BETH IS BOOOOORN, WOHOOOO!"
Then, Rod's voice boomed across the shattered desert, echoing like a smug sports commentator through the ruined world.
"Well, well, well—would ya look at that?
Little Bethy just went God of War DLC speedrun on the Olympiash roster.
Artemis? Toast.
War and Speedy-boy? Wasted.
Athena? Smart, but not smart enough.
And the three frat bros? Gone in one highlight reel.
Gotta admit, my lil' devil—you made that shit cinematic."
Beth rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched with the faintest smirk.
Her wings folded in as she staggered to catch her breath, her shield still dripping divine ash.
"Yeah, yeah, documentary voice noted.
Now go ahead and crown me.
I took down, what—seven gods? Eight?
I think that's everyone worth a damn."
Rod chuckled, his rainbow aura sparking faintly in the sky.
"Ohhh, Bethy, Bethy, Bethy… You wish.
Newsflash, the trial ain't over till I say it's over.
And guess what? It ain't."
Beth frowned, wiping sweat and blood from her brow.
"…What do you mean 'ain't over'?
I literally gutted their pantheon.
What's left—Hestia, goddess of house fires and casserole night?"
Rod laughed, sharp and loud, like a knife dragged across glass.
"It's true... But nah. There's still one big problem you forgot about."
Before Beth could fire back, the ground shook.
BOOOOM.
A sound like a continent collapsing rolled across the horizon.
The molten glass dunes cracked apart.
Beth spun, wings flaring instinctively.
Then she heard it—the crash.
A thunderous tumbling, like skyscrapers being knocked over in a domino chain.
And then she saw them.
Blocks.
Towering blocks, each five hundred meters tall, made of flesh and blood and things that should never exist.
Veins throbbing, organs pulsing half-formed inside, faces pressed against the surface in silent screams.
They tumbled and crashed into each other like obscene dice rolling across reality.
Beth's pupils shrank.
Her chest clenched.
"What the… what the actual fuck—"
The blocks groaned as they shifted, colliding in a grotesque rhythm.
And in the middle of that impossible, tumbling fortress of gore—
Was Morty's face!?
His body suspended, glowing faintly with Mayan glyphs that bled light and blood in equal measure.
His face half-covered in crimson markings, his eyes distant, glassy.
The blocks moved with him, as though his heartbeat dictated their fall.
Beth's khopesh slipped in her grip. "Morty…?"
Rod's voice, almost delightedly cruel, echoed through the air.
"Round Two, Bethy. Welcome to your brother's playhouse."
- - - - - - - - - -
Darkness. Wet, suffocating darkness.
Morty floated in a chamber of beating walls, every surface slick with blood and bile.
The air reeked of iron and rot.
Veins bulged like snakes, pulsing with every thud of his terrified heart.
He screamed, but the sound barely made it past his lips—choked by the thick, fleshy humidity pressing in on him.
His body burned, etched with Mayan glyphs carved deep into his skin, glowing scarlet.
The symbols pulsed in time with the massive blocks of flesh outside, each crash rattling his bones.
What the fuck is this? What the fuck is happening to me?!
Every time he tried to move, tendrils of sinew lashed around his limbs, yanking him deeper.
Faces swam in the walls around him—human, animal, monstrous hybrids—whispering in languages older than stars.
A chorus of voices promising sacrifice, demanding blood.
"You are vessel."
"You are knife."
"Through you, the gods return."
Morty's eyes rolled white as a shriek ripped out of him—half agony, half surrender.
His roar shook the chamber, the glyphs flaring brighter, the blocks outside tumbling harder, smashing the landscape like titans.
- - - - - - - - - -
Beth stumbled back as the horizon collapsed under the avalanche of grotesque blocks.
The sound wasn't just noise—it was a mix of groans, screams, bones grinding.
Every crash painted the sky with a spray of red mist.
And at the center of it, Morty's roar cut through.
A guttural, animalistic scream so loud her ears rang.
So raw it felt like it was peeling her soul open.
Beth's gut twisted. For a heartbeat, she froze.
That wasn't Morty's voice anymore. That was a monster's.
Then her grip tightened around the khopesh.
Her shield hummed with golden glow.
Her wings spread, sparks flying off her feathers.
Her jaw clenched.
"No," Beth growled, eyes narrowing.
"Monster or not..."
She took a step forward, sand crunching underfoot.
Then another. Her aura ignited—Ra's flames wreathing her weapon, Isis' illusions coiling around her, Horus' vision locking dead center on the grotesque core where Morty hung.
Her lips curved in a mad little smile.
"Round Two, huh?" she spat, glaring into the tumbling nightmare.
"Fine.
Let's see if Morty can survive this Godqueen trying to kill him."
She launched forward, wings cracking the air.
"_____, I'LL WIIIIIIIN!"
- - - - - - - - - -
Inside the pulsing chamber, Morty thrashed, but the walls thrashed back.
Veins snapped free and coiled around him like ropes, forcing him down, deeper, into the living pit.
The glyphs carved across his body glowed brighter with every heartbeat.
They weren't just markings anymore—they were instructions.
They rewrote him with every pulse.
His thoughts blurred, fragmented, replaced by whispers.
"Every god needs blood."
"Every warrior must be fed."
"Sacrifice, Morty. Sacrifice everything."
Faces pressed against the fleshy walls again, but this time—they were people he knew.
Summer. Rick. Mom. Dad. Even Beth.
All of them begging, screaming, melting into gore before his eyes.
Morty howled, trying to look away, but the walls forced his gaze.
He sobbed, choking on bile. I don't—I don't want this—I don't wanna kill anybody—I don't—
But the glyphs pulsed harder, burning his skin, overriding his denial.
His sobs warped into a guttural roar, deeper, less human.
His hands curled into claws, his teeth bared, his pupils dilated until his eyes looked like black holes bleeding red light.
Inside him, something snapped.
The Morty who didn't want to fight was shoved into a corner.
The Morty who wanted to survive—the one the glyphs demanded—stood up instead.
The flesh blocks outside groaned louder, toppling into one another with a sick rhythm.
- - - - - - - - - -
Beth saw the grotesque fortress of flesh tighten around Morty, heard that animal scream again.
Her skin crawled, but her feet didn't stop.
Her wings of Horus snapped wide, hurling her forward like a missile.
The desert floor shattered under her launch, molten glass spraying upward.
"COME ON, MORTY!" she screamed, khopesh igniting into a blade of searing sunfire.
"I'M NOT LETTING YOU DROWN IN THIS SHIT!"
The fortress reacted.
A wall of flesh blocks collapsed toward her like skyscrapers falling sideways, veins snapping like whips.
Faces stretched across the surfaces, mouths opening in silent screams as the blocks tried to crush her.
Beth flared Isis' sorcery—half a dozen illusions of herself splitting away, sprinting in different vectors.
The blocks smashed through phantoms while the real Beth cut a blazing path through their center, carving molten lines into the meat.
The air filled with the stench of burned flesh.
The fortress shrieked, a thousand mouths wailing in unison.
Beth grit her teeth, pressing forward, her shield glowing with Osiris' scales.
Skeletal hands clawed from the gore, grasping for her ankles, but judgment flared and shattered them into dust.
Above, Morty's silhouette flickered inside the core, suspended, thrashing, his screams shaking the air.
Beth's heart squeezed—just for a second.
Then her face hardened.
"No excuses, Morty," she spat, wings propelling her higher, khopesh raised.
"I'll carve you out or I'll cut you down. Either way—this round's mine."
She slammed into the fortress' outer wall, blade first.
Flesh and blood exploded outward like volcanic spray.
The battle of the godlings had begun.
- - - - - - - - - -
Do you get any of that?
"I will keep moving forward, until all my enemies are destroyed!"
"If you win, you live. If you lose, you die. If you don't fight, you can't win."
-Eren Yeager-
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