"Fillia... why did you just suddenly disappear?" Amelia yelled, hovering midair, the spell Xiandre placed on her now fully dispelled.
Fillia smiled coldly, floating above them with her arms stretched out like a queen surveying her battlefield.
"Let me get this straight," she said. "You girls? You were nothing more than pawns in my game. You played black. I played white. And now, as the queen piece, I will checkmate your black king and make him mine. Fufu~ I don't care what it takes—as long as I have him."
"What the hell are you even talking about!?" Amelia shouted, her voice shaking with fury.
Suddenly, divine beams erupted from the eyes of the descending seraphim, raining light down on Xiandre's body.
But Xiandre raised a single hand—and blocked them all with his palm.
Then, without a word, a black bullet fired from his fingertip.
BANG.
A seraphim dropped from the sky like a bird shot from the heavens.
The others continued their assault, each of them strong enough to obliterate entire worlds—but Xiandre swatted them down like insects. Black tendrils emerged from his back, covered in eyes and golden fangs, while his aura tore through spacetime itself.
"This... these are seraphim," a voice whispered, awe-struck. "One alone could destroy an entire planet."
"And yet Xiandre... is to them what death is to a flame."
More black bullets fired. Seraphim fell, their divine light fading into silence.
Then, the entire sky turned gold.
A light brighter than the stars engulfed the space-time domain.
A voice echoed through the void:
"Power that I did not create... how curious."
Xiandre's eyes narrowed. He clenched his fist—and punched the air.
Reality shattered behind him, rifts opening across countless dimensions.
Even he hissed under his breath. "That voice..."
"Even I would fall to you... if you were in your true form," the voice spoke again. "Fortunately, you are not. This is your weakest state."
Ruby gasped. "That's... that's God!"
Amelia's eyes widened as she looked into the light. "The real God?"
"If that's God," Velmora whispered, "then what in the hell have we stepped into...?"
"This world…" Millie said, "is beyond comprehension."
Then, something moved.
Alice collapsed to her knees.
Her face blackened.
Her body split apart—and began to multiply.
The girls stepped back as dozens of Alices crawled from her original form. Their skin was pale and exposed, grotesque, twitching, laughing. Fillia narrowed her eyes.
"So it's finally happening," Fillia muttered. "Outer goddess... Shub-Niggurath."
The real Alice—no, Shub-Niggurath—grinned with dozens of mouths.
"How funny," she whispered. "I only ever wanted Xiandre to be my breeding machine... to fill me with his seed, again and again. But alas... I never got a drop. Fufu~"
"You always were filthy," Fillia said. "Goddess Alisa, huh? And here I thought your fake name 'Alice' was subtle."
Above them, Xiandre growled—his gaze piercing through the golden light above.
Then, a voice rang out:
"Let me introduce myself. I am the Creator of the Outerverse and the heavens. The God of all things—Aetherion."
Xiandre stared into the shining abyss.
"I remember you," he muttered darkly. "You're that fragile god... You think you're above me? Even the Eldritch God of Profanity could wipe you away if you weren't careful."
"Xiandre—!" Amelia screamed. "What are you saying?!"
He turned to her—his expression suddenly full of fear and love.
"Amelia... everyone... what are you doing here?!"
He saw Fillia. He saw Alice. His eyes narrowed.
"...What a mess. I didn't see everything. My omniscience... it was locked inside me. The only way to unlock it was through death. But because I became undead... it took longer."
He closed his pure empty white eyes and clenched his fists.
"My memories... they're back now. You two... you're Outer Goddesses."
A massive white ring appeared in the air above him, radiating with divine energy.
Xiandre turned to face Aetherion.
"You're currently too powerful to approach them. If you did, they'd be annihilated just by your presence. The only reason they're still alive... is because of me. I've shielded them with an invisible divine barrier," Aetherion stated calmly.
"You're lying," he said coldly. "The girls would die if you let me near them? That only you are protecting them from my overwhelming power?"
"That's what I said..."
"You think I'm stupid?"
He took a step forward. The air trembled.
"I can hide my own power whenever I want. Being all-powerful means control. If I can't control even myself... I am not omnipotent." Xiandre replied
"But did you forget? You're currently at your weakest form," Aetherion replied coldly.
Suddenly, the massive glowing ring above the sky plunged downward, crashing into Xiandre. It coiled around him like a chain of divine judgment, pinning him down with unstoppable force.
Xiandre screamed—his voice echoed across the collapsing dimension—as black flames erupted from his eyes. The pressure was unbearable, even for someone like him.
"XIANDRE!!" Amelia screamed, rushing forward.
But a golden barrier instantly rose around the girls, encasing them like glass cages. They slammed against it, powerless.
"Let him go!" Velmora snarled, fists burning with infernal heat.
"Don't touch our master!" Millie cried, rage and desperation flaring.
"This isn't right… this isn't him... God Aetherion!?" Ruby whispered, trembling.
Aetherion's voice boomed above them, his words cold and absolute. "The world you lived in? It was mine to begin with. I created it—not out of love or purpose, but for my amusement. Prayers, faith, dreams? All meaningless. I am not a merciful god. I am an Outer god. My thoughts shape what you see. And I find this story... entertaining."
Hearing this, Ruby's heart shattered. The god she had prayed to and yearned for her entire life had just admitted he never cared. It was miserable—undeniably cruel—but it was the truth.
Scarlett remained silent in the corner, her cold gaze fixed on the chaos unfolding around her. Swallowed by the gods' time-space domain along with the others, she watched without a word—her frigid expression unchanged, unshaken.
Suddenly—BANG.
Xiandre's vision went white.
He couldn't see anything. No sky, no ground. Just blinding emptiness.
Then... silence.
No chains. No pain.
He looked down. His body was gone—burned away. His presence felt hollow. Until...
Someone embraced him from behind, a new naked body he had was embraced.
He turned, confused—only to be pulled down into the white.
Lying atop him was Fillia, her face emotionless... eyes wide with obsession.
"I love you."
"I love you."
"I love you."
"Let's create a new world, fufu..."
Xiandre stared at her, unable to move. Her voice echoed endlessly in the void.
"Aetherion escaped... tsk. But it doesn't matter. Shub-Niggurath is gone. And now... I'll become the strongest—right below Aetherion and the Eldritch God of Profanity. With you by my side... the throne of reality will be ours."
Her smile twisted, somewhere between divine and insane.
Xiandre's heart trembled—not from fear, but realization.
Pinning Xiandre, he couldn't move a single inch, a ring on his finger sealed his power.
Her body presses against his, her large breasts smothering him slightly.
"What is this... Am I about to get raped!?" Xiandre yelled in his thoughts.
Fillia's eyes narrow and she grips his wrists tightly, pinning them above his head. She leans in close, her face just inches from his.
"You're mine, I'm going to mark you, claim you."
She bites down on Xiandre's neck hard enough to leave a mark. She can feel her own possessiveness rising as she starts to grind against him, her thick thighs rubbing against his hips.
"I'm going to create a new world for us... a place where we can play again, after that I'll create another one... Let's do this forever," Fillia whispered.
The white room seems to fade away as she kisses him roughly, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth.
"Mnnh… slurp… slrp…
Mwah… smack… slurp"
As she pulled back, a thin string of saliva clung to Xiandre's lips.
She lifts herself up slightly and positions herself over him before slowly lowering herself onto his new cock. She moans loudly as she takes every inch of him inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate his new size.
"Shit... I'm really gonna lose my mind," Xiandre muttered under his breath.
Her eyes snap with sudden intensity and she starts to ride him brutally, her hips slamming down onto him with enough force to make the white empty world shake. Her large breasts bounce wildly as she fucks him like an animal in heat, her nails digging into his chest leaving red marks behind.
"Ah—! Nnh… aah… haaah… ngh—!
Mmn… ahh—hnn… f-fuck… ngh…!
Haa—haa… aaahn… mmh—nghh…!
Ah—! Nnh! Nnh! Mmh—haaah…!
Ngh—! Yes… ah… ah… ahh—!"
She wraps her thick thighs around Xiandre's waist and pulls him even deeper inside her as she continues to pound down on him. The white empty world fills with the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh and her loud moans filling the air.
"Xiandre"
"Xiandre"
"Xiandre"
"Xiandre"
"I don't get it... what's happening? My memories... Amelia..." Xiandre thought, his mind spiraling in confusion.
Her face contorts with anger and jealousy as she feels Xiandre hold back his semen from spurting out. She speeds up her thrusts, her body slamming down onto him with incredible force
"You're thinking of Amelia right now, aren't you?" Fillia said softly, her voice laced with a twisted sweetness. "That's fine. After we create a new world together, you'll forget all about her."
"Nghh… you shitty goddess," Xiandre growled, struggling against her extreme sex. "I shouldn't have spared you. Don't you dare touch Amelia or the others."
"Relax," she purred. "They're still alive. In fact, they're going to be part of the new world I'm building with you… but you'll have to find them yourself."
"I don't get you, Fillia!" Xiandre spat, fury burning in his eyes.
"Fufu~ well, you don't have to," she replied with a cold smile.
Without hesitation, she presses her lips against him and forces her tongue into his mouth, kissing him passionately and aggressively as she continues to fuck him with all her strength. Her large tits press against his chest as she dominates the kiss and the fucking, her tongue intertwined with yours
"Ahh—! Hnn… nghh… mmh—!" Fillia moaned her voice filled with lust.
She feels Xiandre's cock throbbing inside her. She breaks the kiss and bites his neck, marking him again.
"Shit Im close..." Xiandre muttered.
She continues to ride him as she slowed down teasing Xiandre, her pussy squeezing his cock tightly as she holds back her own orgasm. She can feel his balls tightening and knows his struggling to hold back.
Slap
Slap
Slap
Slap
Then without any warning.
She feels his hot cum shooting deep into her unprotected pussy. She keeps bouncing on him through his orgasm, milking every last drop out of him.
Xiandre breathed heavily, pain and confusion weighing on him.
"Amelia..." he whispered, her name escaping his lips like a prayer.
"Fufu~" Fillia giggled, her voice echoing in the empty whiteness. "Let's create a new world now, shall we?"
And then—everything turned white once more. Silent. Endless. Empty.