Summary: The Seer and Phanes have initiated their plan.
- Dialogue in Italics represents speaking in the ancient language of the gods.

Story:

The Seer arrived in the upper planes with Vera somewhat coming to. She was still reorientating herself in light of the massive loss of energy which contended with the current surge of reenergizing power, blasting her senses. It was a sensation that took some getting used to.

"Eon…" He stood with pulsing waves of indescribable force, radiating off his being. Phanes carried himself with elegance despite his reinforced stature that screamed of a warrior's hardened form.

"Master…" The Seer eyed the one he had awaited for far too long, Vera all but forgotten in his grip, and paced himself to the centre of the enclosed place.

It seemed to be dim, but the lighting was perfect to illuminate what was needed to be seen by sharp eyes.

"The ones from below… Have been removed, Eon…" He stepped closer to observe Vera still protectively clutched in his shade's arms and currently waking.

She appeared somewhat fragile to the eye, but the heavenly ruler mostly observed the state of her aura which gave away far more detailed evidence of her ability to withstand life. It was not exactly steeled to a high enough degree.

He reached for her before the Seer quickly stepped back, capturing his hand in a block of sorts.

"Master… You will crush her with your touch…" He could tell immediately that the strength his master had used to reach for her would have been enough to break bones under its grasp.

Phanes simply turned to circle around the raised platform and motioned for her to be set upon it.

"Let me guide you, Master…" With Vera set down, the Seer took the waiting hand of Phanes and carefully measured his touch as a protective resistance for him to feel her stirring limbs. He had to use much of his own strength to pull the calmed fingertips back until his master felt the force which would be safest to use.

Vera came to enough to make sense of her surroundings and immediately felt a suffocating pressure far stronger than she ever had to withstand before. It made the very act of breathing difficult as she drew in stifled breaths. Speaking would be out of the question for now as every drop of energy was now directed to the muscles encasing her ribs, attempting to pull them outwards against the weight of the thick air.

She first saw the Seer and didn't think to be concerned until eyeing her unfamiliar surroundings and…

Another being…

This one was very close, but it felt like the source of that titan pressure was coming from him and that could only mean that he was the most powerful being she had ever seen with her own eyes. There would be absolutely no chance of survival if this one was irked, and she could tell that even the Seer would stand no chance against him if he lashed out.

She froze in place as a reaction to the only times she felt way beyond terrified of a possible risk to her life seeing as she still had to figure out what this being was and how to not set it off.

When he spoke, she felt her senses rattled as the vibrato of his purring baritone, laced with crushing velvet and honeyed fire seeped into every fibre of her existence and her mind was rendered encased.

With the realisation that the being before her was possibly the most powerful in all realms and the memory of what happened before, she understood that this must have been the one her mother had spoken of… Almighty Phanes.

There was no thought of her brother to save her or even the Seer helping him to shield her. She could only think of how alone she was in this place as any other god would be rendered useless against the one speaking with words she could not understand.

The language he used sounded similar to the ancient texts she had been made to study before but far more complex that the oldest manuscripts she had perused.

The being with his searing golden orbs turned to stare directly at her and she felt a cascade of crashing calamity that pulled from the depths of her soul and burned like knives. This was far more intense than any eye contact she had received from her brother and the second their eyes met, her own eyes teared up without prompting and beads of blood gathered from every orifice around her face.

When he uttered a fleeting phrase like an arrow set to pierce her existence, her breathing stopped, frozen, as his words seemed to hold enough weight and ethereal power that it hurt where her heart was, and she wished that she could just vaporise out of existence to escape the crushing gravity of it all.

"Master, she has no understanding of our tongue…" The Seer peered down at her trembling form as it struggled to catch even a slight breath and beheld the blood collecting in fine crystals of crimson, cracking under pressure.

He allowed his flow of healing to enter her and Phanes followed suit with a combination of healing to constantly combat the breaking down of her structure along with energising pulses to give her the strength to breath comfortably.

It felt like a large stone had been lifted from her and she sucked in a much needed breath before somewhat choking on the blood that had slid to the back of her throat.

She felt such odd streams of warmth all around and inside her which seemed to be giving her what she needed to not vanish out of existence right then and there.

The Seer was concerned that, any moment now, the archons would notice her absence and realise just what had occurred. They could not wait.

"Now… Eon…" Phanes provided an easing of his shade's burden, knowing what he would be thinking of.

There was very little he was not aware of, even during his time of rest, and that which remained unseen was by his own choice.

Phanes had observed enough of her life to know that she had been sufficiently prepared in all manners.

The aura of the lesser being before him, the one who had oddly amalgamated from his own mortal creation with accents of the archon line, now imbued with the shade that came directly from his own form, bloomed with the familiar essence of his chosen creation.

Phanes had moulded all souls before his time of rest to be placed in the mortal bodies of humans, but he remembered this soul, specifically crafted to be the one who would support his weakest shade.

Of course, he had seen it all coming and prepared well in advance.

When the blur of souls created in an almost cut and paste fashion melded into the haze of white noise, this one was recognisable. It stood out with its own additional qualities.

Perhaps that was why he felt more inclined to stay his strength around her physical form, to actually pay enough attention that he would look at her and speak, and why he took the time to guide her through the flow of their task.

The Seer too had recognised the essence of her soul from the moment he became aware of her existence, shortly after her birth. He took it as his sign from his holy master to accelerate his mission.

"Master, she will resist… Do not harm her…" As calm as the Seer knew Phanes to be, he could not completely ignore the possibility that his holy master would quip at her inevitable disobedience.

And like a prophecy come to pass before their very eyes, when the Seer reached for her to pull her down and gripped the front of her coverings, she startled and sluggishly twisted to turn and claw at the edge of the platform.

He would not explain what was happening, but she could guess his intentions from the placement of his tugging digits and her proximity to the other being, too close to her in this situation, had her panicked at the prospect that even that one would touch her. She absolutely knew without a doubt that in that case, she would die. She had barely survived a fraction of that potential strength when her brother had lost his senses.

Phanes simply observed the one whimpering and writhing on the platform to escape his shade's touch and stepped forward.

The Seer split far too much of his concentration between eyeing his master's every move to prepare an intervention as well as Vera's kicks and her flaring aura.

She caught the movement of the highest god and despite seeing nothing but neutrality on his glowing face, flinched in preparation for a lashing of sorts. She froze and lifted her hands to her face, shielding her eyes. The Seer paused too, ready at any moment to barrel forward and block any flick of his master's hand.

Phanes brought it forward, agonisingly slowly, as if overcompensating for the restrictive strength he would have to use and brought his fingers to her exposed cheek, the thumb resting on the opposite jawline towards her throat.

It was meant as a gesture of comfort and to him, it felt as if he was barely touching her as all his strength was being used to keep his hand back while the full weight of it barely grazed her skin.

However, to Vera, it felt as though his grip pressured as a warning as it felt too hard to be gentle and the digit resting directly over the pulse under her jaw was currently pressed enough to render her on the verge of choking.

She dared not outright show how much it affected her, but her lips parted in an instinctive urge to capture missing breath while slight, gurgled struggles bubbled forth from her straining throat.

It was only when Phanes fed additional power to her form that it seemed as though his grip lessened when in fact, she was only able to withstand it more.

His hold was also enough to keep her head securely planted back on the platform so that any attempts at shifting away from the Seer were halted.

The crimson haired shade was wholly convinced that the archons would make their way there shortly and he would prefer not to have any more of a struggle with them, should anything seem out of place.

He opted to merely move her undergarment aside for his next assault so that she could remain seemingly untouched when he was finished. It would be too much hassle to attempt redressing her in time for the archons' arrival.

Vera felt his digits brush against her apex and violently shivered, tears slowly cascading from behind the cover of her hands before she tensed at the feeling of her thighs practically being pried apart as hardened metal would have to be sheered open.

Her hands jolted down in what she instinctively attempted as stopping his touch but quickly switched to clawing the semi hard platform instead when she wouldn't be able to reach with her head still securely forced down.

She was sure her heart may just give in at this point as it was beating so wildly that it felt as though none of her breaths even fed her lungs.

Phanes noticed the moment her heart rate dangerously increased and slipped his hand down to rest over its furiously drumming place.

His own aura could easily bring it to calm enough that it was no longer tipping past the point of safety.

He stepped back to observe now, satisfied that his shade could continue without interruption.

Vera could breath a sigh of relief when he withdrew, but focused fully on the one before her, seemingly set in stone to fill her.

The Seer was no longer concerned that she would break under his touch seeing as her mortal form had withstood him, but with such a lack of preparation, unlike before, it may become dangerous.

"Master…" He uttered with an anchoring hold on her thighs, "We must prepare her… For her safety…"

Phanes raised the tips of his fingers to grace the air towards her form and with the curling of his digits, Vera was overcome with the most grievous, sudden onslaught of sensations below, such that she had never experienced before.

It left her breath hitched in her throat as her mind attempted to realign itself when the sensation left as quickly as it came.

Slick flooded her passage with brutal force and the cold of the air connecting with it, had her shivering.

She was very sure that attempting to speak would be the worst thing to do now, but she hoped that the one before her would intervene if the other being disliked it too much to leave her unharmed.

"I-Ista…roth… I…D-Don't… W-Want… Hnn…P-Ple-ase…ACK…" She choked through the words, trembling under the immense pressure of their auras, blood still constricting her passageway and the fear gripping her throat.

He wanted to comfort her just to avoid the building sting of citric soaked fear and her pleading look. The gaze that begged for his mercy and protection.

She did not know the gravity of the situation in light of the greater good.

It was not enough to simply create a new being with external manifestations of power as they had done with mortals and as his master had done with other gods. It was a lesser form of life.

The most powerful would be needed to withstand.

That could only be brought forth directly from their own bodies.

When his holy master had created them all, the shades, he had divided his own body, effectively lessening his power and nothing new developed. So that could not be done. They could not simply divide the sources they already had.

They would need new forms of life, mirrors of their strength, that could grow and add to what they already were.

She would not understand. And he could not explain it.

He simply gave her one last look before looking to her vulnerable apex and stepping closer. He was prepared, waiting, exposed and sufficiently aligned.

Her energy had become chaotic by now at the realisation that he would not budge, and he had to force it down with his own overpowering one. With her frantic aura forced into submission, it was easier to meld her according to his whims.

Vera felt the moment he slid into her soaked passage with no resistance. It burned and ached for only a few seconds before her body seemingly accepted it with a comfortable buzz of pleasant twinges.

It seemed as though her body wanted to betray her thoughts when the faintest mewls stuttered forth and her hands flew to her face again just so she could expend all her concentration on keeping herself adjusted to avoid pain without being distracted by the sights which would surely frighten her more.

The Seer appreciated the constricting feel of her tight walls clamping down in reflex around his length as if it could never quite get used to such a colossal intrusion. The reflexive twitches when she no doubt felt discomfort brought nothing but pleasurable shocks jolting through his senses.

His grip tightened ever so slightly when he pushed deeply to rest against the barrier of her cavern and her cervix twitched at the unexpected touch. Such exquisite sensations to the sensitive tip of his sheath had him grinding against it once more just to feel the shivers of her internal structures against the pulsing tip of his length.

When Vera felt him withdraw and rock back in with what seemed like a gentle preparation, she couldn't ignore the discomfort flooding back and the concern that everything would just get worse.

She panicked…

The Seer quickly brought his aura crashing into hers to contain it. He had leaned in far enough for her nails to reach his exposed arms and without particularly premeditating her attack, she let loose her greatest attempt at escape thus far. It would surely only render her hurt from her own actions.

When she fought against him, she scratched and writhed, not even noticing that he had stilled within her again and reached to bring her upper form up, circling his arms around her as she sat up now on the edge of the platform.

The Seer simply held her within a protective embrace, she could hurt herself with her flailing. The very arms that had provided comfort and saving before.

Her face was forced into his steely front and the other anchored against her lower back to bring her closer, flush against him. This only left his lower sides and arms open to her vicious clawing which, of course, didn't faze his armoured skin. As comfortably soft as it could be, it was still incredibly hardy and protected from slashing of any kind.

He would not punish her with violence but would carry on regardless of her wishes. It was too important to ignore, and she would simply have to accept his guidance through it all until completion.

With this new position, Vera stuttered in her bid to fight when she felt the overwhelming sensation of his grating withdrawal before a most blinding blast to her senses rendered her tensed and still, mid clawing, as his veined length grated every ridge and the hidden bundle of nerves deep within her.

The Seer felt her compliance when he intruded upon every fired crevice within her as her curled fingers trembled and her thighs, previously tensed, retracted ever so slightly.

This would simply have to do if it meant she would be protected from harm by her own struggles.

He discarded any thought to approach this as gently as he had begun, in favour of harshly withdrawing and crashing into her with a brutal rhythm that didn't even take the time to build up.

The onslaught was so grievous to her senses that Vera could only focus on catching much needed breaths as her eyes fluttered and the raised hands lost their will to maim. They jerked lower as she lost the strength in her arms and choked breaths graced her parted lips.

The Seer felt such desperate, tense, building of pleasure within his core but forced his energies to focus within himself in preparation for what was to come. It would have to be that way. To not loose it even in the slightest, even as it begged to be unleashed upon her form.

He could comfortably release her back to her former position upon the platform as he focused on driving within her with such vigour that she would surely be marked upon her flesh.

She didn't notice the approach of Phanes once again, this time extending his hand to hover above her front below the navel.

All she could conceptualise was the bursting of blinding lights behind her eyes and white heat within her core as each slam of the Seer's length stimulated her way past the point of reason.

The Seer felt himself strain even further, if that were possible, and urgently concentrated for the timing of his release.

"Master… Now!" He snarled through clenched teeth, never once slowing his brutal pace.

Phanes released a kaleidoscopic burst of star dusted pleasure into her form and she was ripped towards something within herself as her back arched and her fingers clawed once again at anything she could reach.

She could not even hear herself crying out through the deafening roar of blood rushing in her ears, but she felt the moment that tugging sensation pushed her tension over the edge and the moment her quivering cervix parted for that first blissful contraction, as it was pried apart before it could close. With the waves of twitches clamping down on the Seer's rigid cock, begging for his release, he exploded forth with his cockhead firmly pressed against her parted cervix and he pumped every drop of constellated seed deep within her.

It did not take too long for him to thoroughly empty himself into her waiting protective hold and before he would withdraw, he felt as the slit of her cervix was securely shut, preventing any loss.

In a moment, she had lost consciousness and the Seer withdrew himself to correct her state as Phanes still kept his hand hovered above her.

There was an eery glow emitting from beneath it before he announced the completion of their task.

"It has taken, Eon… The others approach quickly…" He turned to seat himself upon a comfortable throne in preparation for the arrival of the ones who would protect their vessel.

"Master, let me deal with it…" The Seer would not have his holy master, so newly returned, be burdened with such antics.

Notes: Up next: Alexei and Morax get Vera back but the Seer needs our shade boiz to complete what he started ;)