The vast celestial chamber hung in silence, broken only by the faint whisper of clouds drifting past the throne. Anuver lounged upon his seat of starlight and obsidian, his wicked smile still lingering like a promise unspoken. Aurel remained on her knees before him, golden eyes wide with innocent devotion, her silver-blue robes pooling around her like liquid moonlight.
Anuver tilted his head, voice casual yet laced with playful menace. "Haha… Aurel, you really shouldn't say words like 'anything' so lightly. What if your lord gets… aroused?"
The words rolled off his tongue with deliberate nonchalance, but they struck the goddess like a bolt of lightning. Her breath caught audibly. A faint, rosy flush crept across her flawless cheeks, spreading to the tips of her delicately pointed ears. She blinked rapidly, long lashes fluttering as she processed the impossible.
My lord… serious?
The King of Gods embodiment of creation and chaos, the Firstborn whose mere smile could make galaxies bloom speaking of something as mortal as arousal? It was unheard of. Unthinkable. In all the eons she had served him, Anuver had been distant, eternal, untouchable. Desire was a flaw of lesser beings.
Yet the way he was looking at her now those glowing golden eyes half-lidded, tracing the curve of her neck, the swell of her chest beneath the modest yet form-fitting robes sent an unfamiliar heat pooling low in her divine core.
Aurel swallowed, voice trembling with reverence. "If… if it pleases my lord, I will wholeheartedly offer you my chastity."
She bowed her head deeper, blonde hair spilling forward like molten gold. The offer was sincere, absolute. To a goddess, there could be no greater honor than surrendering everything to the Firstborn.
Anuver's smile widened, but he raised a hand pure white, almost luminous and flicked his wrist dismissively. "Not yet. The time isn't right."
Aurel exhaled softly, a mix of relief and quiet disappointment flickering across her features. She remained kneeling, patient as eternity itself.
Anuver glanced down at his current attire: flowing primordial robes of white and star-speckled void, the kind worn by ancient cultivation gods or cosmic progenitors. Beautiful, yes but not quite his style anymore. With another lazy flicker of his fingers, reality rippled. The robes dissolved into motes of light, reforming into a sharp, modern blue suit tailored jacket open at the chest, crisp white shirt beneath left casually unbuttoned, slim trousers hugging his frame. His medium-length silver hair caught the ethereal glow, shimmering like liquid mercury, while his golden eyes remained as enigmatic and predatory as ever.
He looked like a billionaire playboy who'd wandered into heaven and decided to stay.
"You said you reincarnated Alto Kaze into the Kingdom of the Crimson Moon, correct?"
Aurel nodded, still kneeling. "Yes, my lord."
"Hmm. And what ability did you grant him?"
She answered without hesitation. "The Predator ability, as you once favored in the early cycles."
Anuver's brow arched. *Predator, huh. So it's definitely the first cycle.* Good. That meant the timeline hadn't looped yet. He could still intervene save the souls that would otherwise be shattered and scattered by the coming demon. Reviving them later would be a nightmare if their essences were lost.
He leaned forward slightly, resting an elbow on the throne's armrest. "And the system? You gave him one of my divine artifacts, I assume."
"Yes, my lord. The system you personally forged."
Anuver chuckled inwardly. Fuck, the original Anuver was broken. Handing out literal game-changing systems like candy? No wonder he was the strongest.
And now… that power was his.
After twenty-seven years of lonely nights, endless edging to digital waifus, and one fatally embarrassing death… it was finally time to cash in.
With a lazy snap of his fingers, the throne chamber dissolved around them. Clouds parted, stars swirled, and reality folded into something new: a sprawling, luxurious suite straight out of a seven-star mortal hotel. Plush king-sized bed draped in silk sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows showing an endless starry void, soft ambient lighting, a faint scent of sandalwood and jasmine in the air.
Anuver rose from the throne which seamlessly transformed into the foot of the bed and sat casually on the edge of the mattress, legs spread in relaxed confidence.
"Aurel. You may stand."
She rose gracefully, robes whispering against the marble floor. Her golden eyes widened as she took in the unfamiliar opulence. "My lord… what is this place? It feels… strange. So different from the celestial halls."
Anuver smirked. "It's modeled after a very important type of room from the world we summoned Alto from."
Aurel's brows lifted in genuine shock, lips parting. "His original world? But my lord… that realm is impossibly distant. It took seven years of ritual preparation just to breach the veil and summon a hero from there. How could you…?"
Anuver waved a hand, voice deepening with effortless authority. "I am not you, Aurel. Do not measure my sight by mortal or even divine limits."
The words struck her like sacred law. Realization bloomed across her face: awe, humility, and renewed devotion. Of course. How foolish of me to question. My lord's knowledge spans infinity. His strength is endless.
She bowed her head again. "Forgive my ignorance."
Anuver's smile turned teasing once more. He patted the bed beside him. "Come. Sit."
She obeyed instantly, perching on the edge with perfect posture, hands folded in her lap.
"Do you know what these rooms are most often used for in Alto's world?"
Aurel tilted her head, genuinely curious. "If it is a place of importance… perhaps for grand meetings? Gatherings of leaders? Or divine judgment?"
Anuver let out a low, amused laugh. "Sometimes. But far more often…" He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a velvet murmur. "…they're used for pleasure. For intimacy. For carnal ecstasy."
The last word hung heavy in the air.
Aurel's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the blush spreading down her neck and across the exposed skin above her neckline. Her golden eyes darted away, then back, wide with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and something warmer something she didn't yet have a name for.
She knew the concept, of course. Goddesses weren't ignorant of creation's cycles. But to hear it spoken so plainly by him… by the almighty Anuver…
Her voice came out as a breathless whisper. "M-my lord…"
Anuver's golden eyes gleamed with dark promise. He reached out slowly, brushing a single knuckle beneath her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.
on that frozen moment her lips parted, breath shallow, body trembling with divine anticipation… and him savoring the first taste of the what was to come.