Pandemonium.
The land of excess. Of immortal pleasures. You would never grow old here. Never would you tire. For all the world's desires and fetishes were on display and within your grasp. Mortals who came here would never leave as their lovers would pleasure them to the end of time. Perhaps beyond that since Pandemonium was beyond the mortal realm's perception of reality.
Anyone who tried to enter would face immediate and extreme arousal. The type of which they would want nothing more than to indulge it. That's just how the deity who ruled these realms wanted it. The Fallen God. The goddess of pleasure and desire. She made so her world out of her own wants and treasures and spreads it to her followers with glee. She does not hold back with them. She eagerly gives them just what they want and when they want it.
Her followers adore her generosity. Such as, so they have made it their mission to spread their goddess's love. The Fallen God approves such things for her dream is that all the lands of the world and beyond would follow her ideal in life. A world of nothing but sexual delights. Her dreams brought forth more intense pleasure in her servants and the closer they got to it, the more delight they felt.
Normally the followers of the Fallen God would be falling over themselves in order to please their lovers or their cherished goddess. The land of excess never tired of such things. Yet today, many followers cowered in the arms of their lovers. The only ones to not respond to the massive hate that was boiling over in the realm were those two far gone in the moment or too far away from the burning hatred.
Yet everyone could feel it. The source of it was unmistakable and shook the realm. It was another goddess. The only such being who could affect Pandemonium like so. The fury seeped from none other than the war goddess herself, Ares.
Normally she would be wearing a toga and have her orange hair braided up all nice and pretty. Poseidon liked to make sure her fellow goddess was beautiful and cared for her appearance. Such things had rubbed off on Ares. However today was different. Not in centuries had she adorned herself in her armor. The red and orange plates of metal intimidated all that saw it. Her metal boots stomped with such fury that it felt like earthquakes were happening. Her helm did not hide her fury bound eyes from glaring at everything around her. Her metallic skirt floundered about as she made her way through the realm of pleasure.
The most intimidating part for the followers of the Fallen God was the weapon at Ares' side. A large and gruesome thing it was. It was a spiked axe that looked like it wanted to bite into the flesh of something. They feared for their lives because the weapon wanted nothing more than to feast as if it had a mind of its own.
Ares wanted nothing to do with these fools. She personally did not mind one making a choice to stay here. Mortals were free to make any choice. She found the realm boring however. Yes she loved to voyeur some… lewd activities in her private time but a good battle was always something she craved to see. No such things existed here. In fact, normally her power would wane in such a place. No wars. No battles. Nothing to power her up. As well, this was the domain of another god. Which meant the Fallen God would be at her strongest here.
This wasn't your average meeting however. Due to her fury, it seemed as though she had been able to keep her power and bloodlust. She didn't know how long it would last but she was going to make sure the Fallen got the picture before it ended.
Finally she came to the large doors of the Fallen God's personal part of the realm. Ares raised her axe, ready to chop the doors down before her. Thankfully for the structure, the doors opened. Out walked a half dressed Dark Priest. She wasn't wearing anything on her top and had a hastily put on frilly pair of panties and stockings. She was covered in some fluids. Ares wasn't sure whether it was a guys or girls but she didn't care.
"Y-Your holiness, Ares." The Dark Priest hastily bowed, her large bosom swaying a bit at how quickly she did it. "The goddess-"
"Show her to me now or I will break down this door!" Ares shouted in fury that shook the Dark Priest to the core.
"Well… she's… she's busy." The Dark Priest whimpered, honestly afraid for her life.
"Busy?" Ares seethed, "Too busy to talk to me? After what she's done?"
"Darling~" the seductive and enchanting voice of the Fallen God rang through the air. All beings of her realm who heard her shook in ecstasy at it. It filled them with such lust just hearing her splendid words, "Come in. I've always got time for you, Ares."
Ares ignored the Dark Priest coming down from her sexual high and pushed the doors open. They swiftly closed behind her, but she didn't care. She stomped into the bedroom of the sensual goddess. She ignored how luxurious it looked. Like the perfect place to lay your head down and let your desires come to life.
The Fallen God lay on her side, awaiting her arrival. The difference between the two gods was obvious.
Ares was certainly beautiful. All goddesses were, but hers was a mighty beauty. Her body was fit and well muscular. Her hair was short and blazing red. The orange eyes that she held were afire in carnage and told of her eagerness to battle. Her body was built for nothing but war and the aura around her gave off that aspect. Her armories were always stocked and her weapons always at their best.
The Fallen God was oh so different. Her form was graceful and luxurious. Her skin silky smooth and lovely. Any who gazed upon her would want nothing more than to touch her. Her long, light blonde hair flowed over her dark skin. Her large bosom heaved without constraint. Her barely hid femininity down below was slick and wet as though she was eager for whatever came her way. Her long and curvy legs moved slightly as she got ready for what was to come. The Fallen God beckoned Ares forward with a finger, closer to her voluptuous form.
"Oh my beloved goddess of battle," she purred, "Have you finally accepted my love for you?"
Ares blushed in rage and from the situation at hand, "Cover up and take this seriously, you damned harlot."
The Fallen God pouted and used her sheets to cover her lower half. She sat up and crossed her arms underneath her bust, "Are you happy now?"
"I'm never happy when it comes to you," Ares said.
"I could change that," The Fallen God licked her lips, "Very easily but you did not come here for pleasure. You deny yourself the feeling of someone else on your skin. A virgin war goddess. How tragic."
"If I give it up," Ares said, gritting her teeth. "It won't be thrown away on a being like you, Fallen."
"One day," she said, "Now what is it that you want from me if it's not my body?"
Ares gripped her weapon tighter, "Why did you do it? Why did you deny me my rights to watch over that battle?"
"That battle?" The Fallen God tapped her cheek, "Whatever do you mean? The world is so full of battles every single day. You have to be more specific."
"You know!" Ares's voice rang through the area, "You know which I talk of."
"...Yes," The Fallen God relented and nodded, "I do. I had hoped you wouldn't notice but you were always the perceptive one. It's why I love you so much~"
"I will hit you with this," Ares said, hefting her axe. "Don't tempt me."
The Fallen God blushed, "To think I would stir such thoughts and emotions from you. I truly am blessed today."
"I'm talking about shedding your blood."
"Ooooh, I haven't tried that before." The Fallen God rubbed her legs together, "Not on that scale. Do it. Shed my blood. I will eagerly accept your true feelings with open arms." She spread her arms out wide with a happy smile.
Ares was silent for a moment. Her left eye started to twitch, "I hate you. I REALLY hate you so much, you sick freak of a goddess!"
"Hate can be seen as another form of love," the Fallen God said, "For why else would you devote so much time to one thing as to hate it? You truly love me at the bottom of your heart. You're just too scared-"
"TELL ME WHY?!" Ares stomped forward until she was in front of her, "No more games. Stop spouting such nonsense and tell me why you did it or my axe will taste your flesh."
The Fallen God's smile widened.
"NOT IN THE FUN WAY!" Ares blushed heavily, "Stop thinking of sex for one minute. Geez!"
"Stop thinking about fighting for one second," the Fallen God quirked an eyebrow, "It's not so easy to ignore what makes you a god, Ares." She sighed, "Very well. I can't deny you an answer. Yes, I did it. I admit that upfront. As for why," she put a finger to her lips, "I shall not tell you for it is only for me to know."
"Fallen," Ares's voice was low but promised violence if her anger was not sated.
"It has nothing to do with you," the Fallen God said. "I was merely teaching a mortal a lesson. If she takes the lesson to heart, we shall see."
"So you caused the deaths of dozens of people for a lesson?" Ares snarled, "You can't be serious."
"People die in your precious battles all the time," the Fallen God shot back, "No matter what you do, you can't deny that fact. You may hate bloodshed but people will die in wars no matter how much you suppress that instinct. So please don't get on to me for allowing people to do what they want to do. I didn't make them kill each other. They chose to do it."
"Don't lecture me, Fallen." Ares axe was raised to the Fallen's neck, "I am in no mood for such things."
"I told you the truth," the Fallen God said easily enough, "My reasons are my own. A battle here would do neither of us any favors or have you forgotten the unspoken rule between us gods? How a battle between us is no good for anyone."
"It's not an official rule," Ares snarled, "I don't think anyone would blame me if I moved this axe further."
"You need to learn how to relax," the Fallen God said calmly, "Why I did it is irrelevant and I do not apologize for my actions. You will get nothing more from me, Ares."
Ares growled. She wanted nothing more than to take the head off of that god's body and mount it on her wall. She moved her axe away. It would do her no good. Even if she killed the Fallen God, she had no idea how much damage that would cause. Killing a god was never without its drawbacks, "If you do this again-"
"You'll take my head," the Fallen God rolled her eyes, "I get it. I get it. While I can't promise anything, I'll try not to."
Ares' fury started to spill over again, "Try not to? Do you live off of my fury, wench?"
"Oh dearie me," the Fallen God put a hand to her chest, "I would rather live off of your love. What better way to live then that?"
"You mean Lust," Ares snorted, "How many times does Eros have to explain the difference to you?"
For the first time, a look of anger crossed over the Fallen God's visage. "That goddess wouldn't know true love and devotion if it kissed her on the ass. She still rejects my followers from ever entering her temples and does nothing to aid us. Calling our way 'an affront to true love'. What an arrogant bitch."
Ares chuckled, "Hypocritical of you to say that given I'd say she's more in the right in this situation. Perhaps next time you mess with my domain, I should send her here to deal with you."
"Go," the Fallen God said, "Leave now. My appetite is ruined because of this topic. I hope you're happy."
"I'm not," Ares narrowed her eyes, "But I concede to your point. I shall not fight you, Fallen. Not today but one day you will overstep your boundaries. One day you will push even the most tolerant gods amongst us too far. I'll be waiting for that day and to the end of this realm of lust with glee."
"I'll take your warning to heart," the Fallen God said with a bored tone. She laid back down on her bed and clapped her hands, "Piase~! You may come back in, my dear."
The Dark Priest happily strode into the room, doing her best to ignore the glaring war god on her way in. "I'm here, my goddess."
"Come back to bed," the Fallen God pouted, "I'm frustrated and you have such lovely hands."
Ares gagged and stormed out of the house, "Remember my words, Fallen!"
The Fallen God smirked, "I will. The game we play is vast, my lovely war goddess. I didn't survive this long by being a mindless nympho." She chuckled, "One day you shall see."
Wia was her name. The head Witch of a small coven. A proud and powerful member of her race. She was a prodigy. It is why she had been contacted by a Dark Mage to work on a special project. One she couldn't tell anyone. This wasn't unusual. A lot of magic users had secret projects. If they didn't, everyone would steal their research. Well that or kill them to stop their experiments. While killing wasn't normally done between mamono, consequences could still arise if you were doing the wrong things.
Wia was sure that the experiment they were doing would change things. For the better or worse, she did not know. Moving against the Demon Lord was of course a bad idea. The pay and knowledge however had been worth it. At least, it had been worth it at the time. For now she felt like it wasn't.
"Hey," another Witch spoke up beside her, "I'm sure he'll be here in no time."
"Yeah," another Witch nodded, trying to cheer up her leader. "He's a very big guy. Really strong. He can beat them and come back to us in no time."
Wia knew they were just trying to help cheer her up. It wasn't working but she still found it nice. She could only smile weakly, "Thanks, girls. I just…" Her voice trailed off as she started to worry once more. It had been a long time and the Order was so close.
"We'll make it out of here," the first Witch said, "You'll see."
"Not all of us," Wia turned her head to see one of their sister's carrying their fallen member. All the Witches had been torn by that death. Mamono hated true death, which was another reason they tried to avoid it for themselves and others. As well, that Witch had been a member of their sisterhood. Someone like family. It hurt so much to see her lying limp in the arms of one of their sisters.
Wia opened her mouth to speak. She couldn't. It suddenly felt like someone had ripped out her heart. Her body started to shake. Whimpers escaped her mouth as the pain became too much to bear. She knew it wasn't a physical pain. It was her soul. Her soul was hurting and she knew why. When a mamono takes a mate, their souls intermingle with that of their husbands. They become one. So to lose one's mate feels absolutely horrible for them.
Which is what she was feeling. It could mean only one thing. Her husband wasn't coming back. She put one hand on her belly and the other over her mouth as she started to cry, "You… you promised."
The Witch's beside her immediately put their hands on her shoulder for comfort. They didn't say anything. They just let her grieve.
That grieving wouldn't last long. Out from the woods stepped a LIzardman. The reptile mamono was holding a sword and shield and glaring at the group as if to challenge them. They all stopped. The Witch's were confused while the mercenaries readied their weapons. More Lizardmen stepped out of the forest until they had surrounded them. They carried a number of weapons. The group would have to be wary. Lizardmen were notoriously good warriors.
"Well, well, well," a cultured and lovely voice rang out, "If it isn't my Witches. How lovely to see you all out this time of day."
The group shivered. They recognized that voice.
Alongside the Lizardmen, out stepped one more figure. Her voluptuous form was easy to make out. Her long purple hair rolled down her shoulders. Her outfit was black and purple and left not much to the imagination. A crooked staff of similar colors was in her hands. This was not a Witch. This was a Dark Mage. A being proficient in dark arts that not even a Witch would touch.
"As much as I am happy to see you," the Dark Mage frowned, "I would love to know why you lot left my experiment to die." Her voice brokered no disagreements. Only full loyalty.
Wia sniffled. She would make it through this. She would have to. She had a baby to take care of now.
Okay, with this chapter, it's basically now M. Which makes this my officially first rated M story I've ever written. I was going to keep this rated T, at least for a while, but Pandemonium isn't a place I can write about at all and stay true to it without it being M. Heck, I probably downplayed it a bit. Probably might show it off more in the future but for now, that's it. So that means I might go a bit spicier and play into some more stuff in MGE. There are some things people don't do often or get wrong about the setting in some fanfictions so I hope to do the setting justice.
Originally I was going to include a small scene of Sasha's mom arriving back home. However, I decided that it would fit better as its own chapter. Hopefully that will be done soon enough.
Until next time. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and please leave a comment. They are greatly appreciated and help a lot.
