April 24th 2016 Brightedge City, Hall of Nevers 11:00 PM EDT

I tried to think of how to approach this as Whisper and I headed upstairs. Amy had made sure the other girls were scarce for this, with help from Dinah. I suspected the two of them had been planning this, since Whisper was Dinah's pet project.

"Sorry this took so long." I said with an easy and completely fake smile. "I've been meaning to take some time to talk to you but-"

"But you didn't want to." Whisper said with a calm smile of her own. I blinked, and she giggled at my poleaxed expression. "Honestly Nicky, I'd been spending the last few months talking to Ingrid and working with Dinah, bless her heart. Didn't it occur to you they might have fixed some of the damage you did?"

I raised my eyebrow, but as I went over my relationship with Whisper, I realized that I'd forgotten a lot about how we met. Before she was a mindbroken sex doll with a fat ass, Whisper had been a persuasive and charismatic (if somewhat slutty) recruiter for a crime cult. I'd fried her the first time we fucked, but she'd been an intelligent and thoughtful person at one point.

Despite the subject, I didn't feel any danger from her. She wouldn't be able to do anything to hurt me anyway thanks to Eros and Psych, but she didn't seem angry. "This the part where you attack me demanding your freedom?"

"No, my lord." She said with a soft smile. "This is the part where I thank you."

I blinked at her. "Wait…what? I brainwashed you. I literally fucked you stupid. You're not…upset? Angry? Homicidal?" Of all the ways I expected this to go this hadn't been one of them. "Also why haven't you confronted me before now? Why play the part of the brainless bimbo for me on top of letting me stay away?"

We reached my room and she laid down on my bed, head on her shoulder as she looked at me. "Because I'm not REALLY fixed. There was brainwashing in places before you met me, and the serpent you merged me with was created by you, was loyal to you. Because you're the father of my baby. Because you're still my god in every way that matters."

Her eyes focused on the ceiling as she spoke dispassionately. "I should be angry, I suppose. But the fact is…you were kind. Kinder than the religion ever was. That may be a sad statement on my life, but it's true. You didn't abuse me, or mock me. I was…I am. Happy. I like it here. And if I have to jiggle my ass and pretend to be a moron to keep that I'll do it happily. But Amy and Dinah convinced me I might not have to do that. That this new version of you might care enough not to break me again. So…I decided to trust you."

Dinah had known about this. That explained quite a bit. It even explained the threesome when we got back. Immediately assuage my lust and then let Whisper vanish into the background. As for the trust…I could see it. I didn't want to hurt Whisper, or take away her mind again. Not if she was really loyal, and there was no way Ingrid or Dinah would have kept it from me if they thought she was a danger.

"So." I said finally, after I'd weighed the situation in my head. "What is it you want from this? What are you hoping to gain that you don't have?"

She smiled. "I don't WANT anything but you. I still want to serve you. To please you. I just think you're no longer the man who benefits most from having a tight set of holes and some jiggly ass cheeks to slap around. You're growing. Becoming more. And someone with my experience might be useful."

"In what way?" I said curiously. She'd been a cult recruited, it wasn't like I had a surplus of dumb teens…huh. I held up a hand to stop her response, working through it. "Cassie and Leslie?"

She smiled wickedly. "I specialize in…guiding, young men and women. The two of them have so much untapped potential that you could benefit from."

I grinned. "I tapped Donna's potential well enough. I suspect I can tap Cassie's without too much trouble, given a little while to work on her." I did plan to fuck them both, not just to claim them but because they were both cutie's who could use a good dicking and I'd been far too busy lately. I wanted to stop and smell the roses.

"You could of course, seduce either of them." She said with an eye roll. "But they have more uses than just sex toys. If I suspected you'd only need warm holes I wouldn't have bothered having this conversation, you'll wind up inside them both soon enough. No, I want to train them to be true devotees of your magnificence. I want them to be the bedrock of the Cult of Lord."

It was intriguing. An idea that I'd played with when I first Branded Whisper, but let fade into the background over time. "What makes you think they're good candidates?" I asked curiously.

"Leslie is the kind of girl I always used to target. Pretty, lonely, broken. You showed her kindness, and while she desperately tries to hide it, she adores you for that. It'll be easy enough to change that perception to worship. As for Cassie…she's been primed for indoctrination. A normal happy teen brought into a world of gods and told she belongs there, that divinity is real and affects her life. What's one more god to add? One more larger than life figure to worship?"

I could actually see that. It could be useful. Not because of the girls themselves, since I could own their asses easy enough, but priming them to help recruit for me. I could bring in more girls, use the cult to take possession of people on a larger scale. It could be a serious source of points.

"This is a lot to expect from you." I said suspiciously. "I know you said you don't hold a grudge, but I HAVE been avoiding you, that doesn't make you angry? Even if you don't care about the rest, that had to sting."

Her eyes were soft as she smiled at me. "I told you. I want you to have everything you want. If that happens to be space…I understand. I suspect I know why you avoided me, and it was actually what convinced me to come forward like this. Just to humor me, why don't you tell me your reasons. I'll see if they match what I suspect."

I thought about it. I knew the reason, and I was pretty sure she did too. But it was hard to say out loud. "I felt…guilty. Not at the time, obviously, but once I could care…you were going to be the mother of my child and seeing what I'd done to you made me uncomfortable. I broke someone who cared about me. Maybe not at the time, but you do now. It seemed wrong. Cruel."

Her smile blossomed into a beaming grin of joy. "And THAT is why I make this offer. I don't want my child growing up like I did. I don't want to bring others into a situation like mine. I would, if you asked me, even if you'd never changed, if you figured it out and told me that's what you wanted, I'd have done it. But you didn't. You changed. And this new you…is even more wonderful. Now you're a god that I can truly believe in."

That was a dramatic thing to say, but I understood what she meant. Her last cult had been evil. Like…cartoonishly evil. Converting others was a job, but one I doubt she'd relished given her own treatment. Knowing she would have done it anyway was comforting in a way, though less than ideal in others. What blew me away though, was that she thought I was worthy of worship like that now, even that she was (mostly) in her right mind.

"You…realize you're talking to me about convincing teenage girls to worship me and submit to my sexual whims?" I said incredulously. "Like this doesn't strike me as something a god on the light side of things would do." Ironic as that might be given my bloodline.

She snorted. "Nicky. I'm not the type who enjoys the thought of serving a benevolent and ascetic god. I LIKE debauchery. I'm a power hungry slut, even at my sanest. I love the thought of helping you stuff their pretty little cunts. I'd just prefer you not throw them away after. I'm happy belonging to you, and you can bet my sweet ass they will be too by the time I'm done."

I grinned, flopping onto the bed next to her and clapping a hand over one of those monstrous booty cheeks. "It sure is sweet. You know, I thought I'd be fucking this when I came up here tonight. You're pregnant and I don't want to hurt the baby, but your dirty little asshole? On all fours. I can fuck this ass as hard as I want and not have to worry."

She gave a shudder of ecstasy, face flushing. "I'm still your whore, my lord. Every part of me still belongs to you. Just because I've recovered my brain doesn't mean I wouldn't enjoy you temporarily making it melt out my ears. I don't think you could properly ruin my mind again accidentally, given my rank and more powerful body. You can use me any way you like."

Kissing her hard, I kneaded her fat ass. "Roll over slut, and get it in the air."

"Yes, my master." She said so quietly it might as well have been an exhale. She rolled sideways onto her hands and knees, ass up as she pawed at her yoga pants, peeling them down as best she could. She knew how much I loved seeing that as in yoga pants, even if she had to special order them so they didn't rip.

I smacked my favorite ass in the world semi-roughly, enjoying her whine and wiggle as she got it free, letting it wobble deliciously in the light of my room. I reached down, taking a handful of fat cheek in each hand and pulling them apart to stare at her tight little ass. I spat right onto her tight little rosebud, then held her cheeks open with on hand as I unbuckled my belt with the other.

I pressed the head of my cock to her tight little hole, and pushed in with a groan. I slapped her ass again, getting a happy whine from my personal high priestess. "You missed this didn't you slut. All that strapping from Dinah wasn't an act. Your fucking holes and starving for your master."

"Yes, my lord." She whined. "Bless my unworthy insides with your holy seed once more." Her ass felt like a vise around my cock, and I started up a tempo, fucking her asshole nice and rough. Those huge cheeks were like fucking entry requirements. Cock must be this big to enter. Like her body had adapted to her being a backdoor size queen and decided to make sure only men with big cocks got her like this. Only one cock now. Only mine.

Looking over my shoulder as I prepared to really pound it out, I saw a single amethyst eye glinting through a crack in the door before it clicked quietly shut. It was hard not to grin. My wife was pretty cool sometimes, but now wasn't the time to dwell on that. Now was the time to buttfuck my squealing priestess into a temporary version of the sex stupor I'd put her the first time I'd fucked her. Just temporary though. The new me tried not to break his toys any more than they wanted to be broken.

April 25th 2016 Brightedge City, Shadowcrest 11:00 AM EDT

The next day I decided to get started on my quest to get in touch with the world's most fascist tin can. To accomplish that, I decided to ask the daughter of his current meat puppet, since I hadn't checked in with Zee at her place for a while. Helping us with stuff was great, but my magic junkie could be a bit absentee, and I didn't want her to go the way of Whisper and lose track of her.

Plus I wanted to check in on Thorn. She was probably about ready for her first upgrade, though I was still thinking over what I'd be using. Pulling up to Shadowcrest, I stepped out of my car. Speaking of upgrades, I still had another pal I needed to sup up. Magnus gave a short bark and hopped out of the passenger seat, staring up at me placidly.

The damned dog was insanely expressive. Even his looks conveyed meanings absurdly well. His blank stare was obviously reproachful, and I rolled my eyes at him. "You spend plenty of time spoiled by the girls. You can take a short trip with me for once. Besides, there are more girls to spoil you inside. Given your track record, chances are good at least one of them will fuss over you."

Trust me to wind up with a dog that adored the attentions of women. He didn't mind me exactly, but he preferred to be cuddled by females when possible. Which I got. Women were softer and smelled better than me, that was just science.

Walking up to the door, I raised a hand to knock and felt…something. Power. Intent. I looked up at the house and narrowed my eyes. "Really? You're going to make this a pissing contest? You're out of your depth, you overhyped outhouse." Shadowcrest was officially displeased to see me. I hadn't been back here since I hit C-rank, and apparently it now considered me a legitimate threat.

The feeling intensified, and I heard Magnus start to growl as I let the Primordial Spark roll over me. My eyes blazed with draconic power as I stared down the house, and finally, the sensation receded a bit. Once it did I nodded. It wasn't giving in, but it was taking a step back so I could state my intentions.

"I'd never hurt her, or allow her to be hurt. She's mine." My voice was unwavering, carrying absolute sincerity. The house could clearly feel it too. I felt a sense of begrudging acceptance, and then the impression of eyes on me receded ALMOST all the way.

It believed me, it had seen us together. It didn't LIKE being weaker than I was now, but it didn't have a choice here. If it started a fight I'd burn the place down, and Zee would be left without it's protection. She was connected to the place somehow, and it wasn't willing to risk her, which I appreciated.

Finally knocking, I waited for a minute, and the door finally opened to reveal a familiar face. Delicate porcelain features, dark lips and eyes, and long dark hair. Thorn grinned at me, and her grin widened even further when she saw Magnus. "A PUPPY!" She squealed, hurling herself at him and throwing her arms around him.

I choked a bit, having trouble not laughing at her enthusiasm. "You did mention your friend Daphne had a dog, I didn't know you were this big a fan or I'd have brought Magnus over sooner."

"I love puppies." She cooed directly at Magnus. "And this one is such a big fluffy boy. Who's the smartest goodest boy? You are!" She buried her face in his fur and nuzzled him, and my dog gave me a smug look that almost made me burst out laughing. Cheeky bastard.

"Magnus is here for a while, why don't you let us in and you can take him to cuddle on the couch or bring him with you to the library?" I was actually hoping to check the library myself, if Kyra Arg was as old as Crassus said, there was no way there wasn't SOME mention of her.

Thorn blushed prettily and I chuckled as she moved back, letting us in. The house, I noted, had no issue with Magnus. It was crazy how big the gap was between ranks, for it to have ignored me so completely at D rank but not at C. To be fair I was also peak of C rank, so within that spectrum I was also above it, but the reception was massively different, which just illustrated the huge jump.

Zee came bustling out of a side hallway when we entered, and lit up when she saw me. "Nicky! So nice of you to visit. I already reached out to Dr. Fate and I'm waiting for a response. I'm surprised you didn't call him on your magic phone."

I shrugged. "He's an arrogant dickbag. Ninety percent chance I end up getting a response like 'Fate will not be summoned'. He's strong enough to put down the Sun King, which means he's out of my league. Makes more sense to play on the one weakness I know he has, the host."

I was just hoping he cared enough to help. I could definitely seriously fuck up Fate's day if I wanted to, but it would be pretty pointless. That helmet was an artifact, which means if I stole it I could merge it with something, but I'd have to make it weaker if I did anything to it, and then it couldn't help me, not to mention I'd probably have to kill Zee's dad.

My one silver lining was that Kyra Arg was a huge threat to the current world order, and the O-word was the subject of Fate's obsession. Jumped up pickle jar probably cranked it to rulebooks when he was alone at night. She was also ancient so it was probably Fate knew her.

"Well, come on in." She smiled widely. "Mi mystery house es su mystery house." She turned, leading me down the familiar hall to the library, knowing perfectly well that was where I needed to go. I left Magnus to trail behind with Thorn while I caught up to her, slipping in close so we could talk quietly.

"You ok with this?" I asked in a low voice. "Because having dealt with my own daddy issues, not to mention Cherry and Barbie's, I'm pretty familiar with the concept. Yours might not play a big role in our sex life, but they were definitely formative. Does me dealing with the tin can dictator make things harder for you?"

She slowed a bit, taking a long, slow breath. "Yes." She said frankly. "Yes it does. But not in a way that you need to worry about. I can control my emotions. I admit, part of me has always fantasized about you saving my dad. You seem to be able to do anything. But that isn't fair. This is Dr. Fate. If you didn't know what that meant you wouldn't have involved him with the city merge plan."

I nodded. "I don't blame you for that. Not thinking I can help. I can't right now. But…" I trailed off, deciding how much to say. Shadowcrest was warded up the ass, so I decided to be up front. "I'll free him someday. Because you want it. I'm not the BEST boyfriend, probably won't ever be. But I can do something for you. It'll be that."

I reached down to grab her hand, squeezing lightly. She smiled back at me brightly, eyes shimmering, before clearing her throat. "Bet you say that to all the girls whose guts you rearrange on the regular. We're here."

She pushed open the door to show the library, same as ever. Jinx was sitting at a table, leaning back with her hands behind her head as she looked up the pencil skirt of the bodacious redhead I'd left here on my last visit. Aforementioned redhead saw me enter and dropped a book, scrambling down to greet me. "Mr. Wrong!"

I'd eschewed my mask for my usual Mammon disguise. Jinx didn't know who I was yet and I wasn't telling her, but Zee had informed Amanda that 'Mr. Wrong' and 'Mammon' were the same person.

I blinked at the redheaded former nun. "Mandy…" I said in confusion. "What exactly are you wearing?"

She looked down to where her creamy tits were busting out of a button up shirt, having to adjust her glasses on her nose so they didn't fall off. "Ms. Jinx says this is how librarians dress. She showed me multiple pictures and documents about the phenomena. Apparently librarians are expected to be stimulating to drum up interest in the books."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "No, Mandy. Those were porn. Real librarians don't dress like that. Jinx was manipulating you because she wants to enjoy looking at you." More than that, if what Zee said about her was anything to go by.

She blushed. "She finds me attractive. She's propositioned me multiple times. Still, she had so much proof…" Poor Mandy. She wasn't stupid, or Zee wouldn't let her within a mile of these books, but she wasn't exactly sharp either. Too naive to the ways of the world.

I turned to Jinx. "If you touch her against her will or trick her into sex, I'll kill you. Playing and flirting are one thing, but she's MINE, and if she doesn't want you touching her you aren't going to do it." I let my draconic aura spill out over the room, and I heard the house creak as my now slitted eyes glowered at her. "Is that understood."

The already pale grayish girl went even paler, and nodded as she tried to fix her posture quickly. "Yes, um, yes sir. I wouldn't have really taken advantage. Not that she isn't a delicious piece of ass, but I don't go in for forced stuff. I just figured maybe I could help get her used to the idea so she might enjoy it."

"Acclimate her slower, or not at all if she says stop." I growled. "I told her she'd be safe here. You make me a liar and I'll kick your head down an interstate like a soccer ball. While it's still attached to your body."

She nodded hurriedly, and Amanda looked crestfallen. "Sir! That's really not necessary. Ms. Jinx might be a bit forward but she doesn't mean any harm. Her intentions for me may be sinful, but forgiveness is the most divine path mankind can traverse." Her voice was shaky, and I just shrugged.

"Ah, threatening her probably freaked you out." I said casually. "Well if you don't want me to intervene that's fine. If she does something untoward tell me or Zee and I'll pound her ass, and not the way she's hoping to pound yours."

It was amusing seeing her blush at that, and she thanked me, but before she could turn away, I cute her off. "Actually." I said quickly. "Do you have a good understanding of this library yet? Enough to find me some books on a subject?"

"Of course." She said brightly, her eyes lighting up. "What books are you looking for sir? I have a general idea of most subjects, I'm trying to reshelve them, but the dewey decimal system is harder without a barcode, and Ms. Zatanna doesn't want anything stuck on the books."

"I need any books that mention an immortal woman from the dawn of time. A human woman specifically." Kyra Arg was PROBABLY human. If there was nothing I'd change tactics.

She nodded seriously. "You sit right there, sir. I'll find everything you need." She turned and strode off into the stacks. I admit I watched her go. Fuck that was a thicc ass. I turned to glower at Jinx who was watching just as intently, but I couldn't keep it up and ended up laughing it off. As long as she wasn't upset or scared I didn't much care what they did. Well, unless I got to watch.

April 25th 2016 Brightedge City, Shadowcrest 12:00 PM EDT

Fun fact. There are a LOT of magic books that reference powerful immortal women. Secondary fact, MOST of those powerful immortal women are mysterious and unknowable. During my search, I found references to women I was pretty sure were Lilith, my mother, and at one point potentially the wicked witch of the east.

I did NOT find any references to a cro magnon cave betty with a permanent case of horn hair and a penchant for slaughter. I'd have liked to assume that was because she was some clandestine genius or master of disguise, but there was a much easier way to avoid being referenced in any documents. Don't leave survivors.

Which made finding her an unfortunate and difficult prospect, because it meant that people who had actually met her, like presumably (and hopefully) Dr. Fate, were my best option for locating this woman.

Once that was done I consulted Zee about the ritual she was designing to free Raven, and we hit the books to try to find the right items to power it, or at least ideas for making those items. I was down to three point two five million, and while I'd be getting a big chunk if the ritual worked, if it didn't I'd be…low. Two hundred fifty thousand wasn't going to put me in starvation mode, but it was lower than I'd been in a long time and I didn't like it.

Which meant I needed to jack my point count up a bit. Thankfully Jenny provided a possible method for that, and I texted her about a date sometime soon while I waited for Dr. Fate to make his appearance. I'd been back and forth with her all day about magic shit (not that she'd had many answers) so it wasn't as big a non sequitur as it could have been.

That was a matter for another time though, because Zee poked her head in and cleared her throat. She'd ducked out after our talk about the ritual to try once again to get in touch with Dr. Fate. "N-Mammon. Your meeting, it's time." I grinned, hopping to my feet.

"Excellent. Thank you Zatanna. Is he here?" I hadn't expected that, honestly. Dr. Fate just didn't seem like the 'visit for tea and cookies' type to me.

She snorted. "You think that lich would come inside Shadowcrest? No way the house would tolerate that parasite latching onto my dad. He's outside the grounds. The day he sets foot in here is the day that fucking bedpan gets dropped into the ocean." Her voice was cold, and I raised an eyebrow. I'd known she disliked him a lot because of her dad, but it was interesting seeing her lose it like that.

I supposed knowing the body snatcher that had your only living parent was right outside would make anyone vindictive. I nodded, leaving Magnus with Thorn and now Amanda, and headed out of the house again. Shadowcrest gave me no trouble this time as I stepped out onto the lawn, walking toward the edge of the property where I could see fate waiting.

"What's up, Tin Man?" I said as I got closer. I didn't bother putting on my Mammon airs. Fate knew who I was. I'd been in contact with him as Nick from Gemworld, plus he knew Nick was with Barbie and Zee. Not to mention as an A ranker with magic powers he could probably see through the mask anyway.

"Beast." He intoned. "Why do you summon me? Fate obeys not the whims of mortal flesh. Fate is unceasing."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, you like to use your name interchangeably with references to Fate, I get it. But I have questions about someone who might be a threat to the natural order." Weirdly, I didn't think he considered ME a threat. I supposed Dragons, while apex predators, were part of the food chain. Who fucking knew how Fate saw things.

The eyes behind that gaudy scrap metal baseball cap, narrowed. "Speak, creature. If you have knowledge of a threat, you will disclose it. But know this, should your words prove false, or should this be outside the purview of Fate, there will be a steep price."

"Kyra Arg." I said bluntly. "She was involved in the death of my father and freeing Lilith." And I wondered if he knew about THAT shit. Because Lilith was almost definitely a chaotic element. I saw him twitch and figured he did, and didn't like it. "What do you know of her?"

"The Infinite Woman." He spat. "An abomination. Timeless. Ageless. A contemporary of…someone I once knew. But more. Stronger. She is a cancer, a curse upon this world. What do you wish to know of her?"

"Well, for one thing, what the fuck does she DO?" I said bluntly. "Like, what are her goals?" I suspected I knew in a broader sense, but if she had patterns it would be nice to know.

Fate scoffed. "War." He said simply. "She pits nations against each other, stirs conflict. She thrives on chaos and discord, bathes in blood. She's been responsible for nearly half of all the major conflicts humanity has endured in the last several million years. Her House of Conquest is obsessed with battle."

That…made a ton of sense. What better way to inspire rage than large scale bloodshed. Sure, population had been WAY lower back in the day, so it wouldn't have been as effective back then, but in more recent times? "What about Jim Corrigan?" I asked. "I heard he's an enemy oif hers?"

"The Spectre." Murmured Fate. "A terrible being of unceasing willpower. He sits on the Council of Immortals. I myself am unaffiliated. The council is made of those predisposed to both order and chaos. I find it…distasteful."

Dr. Fate didn't play well with others? Shocking. "Could you put me in touch with them? Or even just Corrigan? She's got some problem with me, and while it seems like she's content to wait on engaging me directly she isn't going to leave me alone. I'd like to get in touch with some people who can help."

A sharp sound came from the helmet, and it took me a second to realize it was LAUGHTER. It wasn't something I expected from Fate. "The Spectre does not HELP." He chortled coldly. "It DESTROYS. To set it on your enemy is a glorious thing, creature, but be warned, it may just as easily set itself against you. Willpower is a fine thing in moderation, but those with nothing but cannot be described as human. The Spectre is a machine. A monster of implacable fury. A force of nature. Approach it at your own risk."

I couldn't exactly refute his point, even without knowing Corrigan. My own nature was steeped in Greed. It defined me, shaped me. Corrigan was, as March had said, the holder of a system. The Will System. Which made sense, that was the big element in any description I got of the guy.

"How do I get in touch with him?" I repeated. "If I'm willing to take that risk?" I was probably going to need to do some fancy footwork to make sure I was covered in case he decided to bug smash me, but I didn't really have a choice here. Even if I got Raven under control and made it to B rank there was no way in hell I could take on someone like Arg.

He stared for a minute before nodding. "I am not in contact with the Council of Immortals. As I mentioned, I disapprove of them. But The Spectre was active among the superhero community some time ago. I would suggest contacting one of the old guard. Wonder Woman, Alan Scott. Alternatively, the Wizard Mamaragan stands among their number. His champion, the one they call Captain Marvel, might be able to aid you."

I got the strong impression his relationship with the Council of Immortals was a bit more complicated than disapproval. There seemed to be something he wasn't saying about them. Luckily I gave exactly zero fucks about Dr. Fate as a person. As for how much I cared about him as an enemy…

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Dr. Fate- A rank Vessel of Order. The current human vessel of the lord of Order, Nabu, Dr. Fate is a merger of sorcerer Giovanni Zatarra, and Nabu, son of Vandal Savage.]

That was…surprisingly helpful. A rank was powerful, I must have gotten a solid description because I had a lot of the pieces anyway. Granted, it was still pretty sparse, but that Vandal Savage info was…interesting. It also gave me another lead to potentially pursue if Alan didn't pan out. Clearly Vandal was a member of this Council of Immortals.

Amazingly, Fate didn't seem to notice my appraisal, which I'd been half terrified of. The helmet douche nodded again. "You queries have been answered. I must return to my duties. The world is in need of Fate." He raised his hands and a massive golden ankh of light swallowed him up, the form of the man vanishing.

"What a dick." I said out loud, turning and walking back to the house. Zee was there on the porch, waiting for me and staring at the spot he'd vanished from. "Don't worry about diet dictator. I'll take care of it for you eventually. Once I'm strong enough to wrestle that thing off your dad's head I'll turn it into a flower pot. Shouldn't be too long."

She gave me a wan smile. "I suppose I ought to help. I assume this ritual for Raven will make you stronger?" I nodded and she swallowed hard. "Alright. I know you've been doing research, and that'll be helpful, but I know at least one of the items you'll need to break the connection…it's just… I don't think you're going to be able to make them. I know your limits, and at least one of these items you'll need to acquire from somewhere else."

I'd been looking into a few things she'd told me to check out, and I knew the ritual would need three foci. Something for purification I'd probably need to make, something for stability I'd probably need to make, and finally, something for severance. Something that could properly sever the connection between father and daughter.

Zee murmured a spell and a book appeared in front of her. She passed it over to me, flipping it open to a specific page. "I can give you instructions on the stabilizer and purifier. But for severance, we need something heavy duty. Something nearly as strong as Raven herself. You'll need something like this."

I stared down at the book, at a pair of golden scissors next to a block of text. The shears of fate. The scissors the greek fates use to cut the life threads of the soon to die. I could see how that would do the trick. Stil. "How am I supposed to get these?" I asked incredulously. "You expect me to just put out an add on the dark web?"

She swallowed hard. "No. But there's another way. The fates live on Olympus, a place where almost no one ever goes. Their security will be almost nonexistent, because who the hell tries to steal from the fates themselves in the home of the gods." She glanced around uneasily, but we were within the Shadowcrest grounds. "I got the idea from the raid on Wayne Manor. I know it's crazy but…"

I grinned at her. "It's certifiably insane. But I don't hate it. Cherry and I could probably pull that off. And lucky me, I've got just the way into Olympus. Looks like Cassie and I are going to get some bonding time sooner than later." I texted Jade to push my date with her back because of a family emergency, and asked for a meeting with her dad in a few days. For now, I had a heist to plan. I was kind of excited. How many people got to say they had robbed Mt. Olympus?

April 25th 2016 Brightedge City, Hall of Nevers 6:00 PM EDT

Donna wasn't affectionate after our little…interlude, but she was respectful. I also caught her blushing at random times, though her expression didn't show it. She seemed almost eager when I called her to my room to talk, but when she saw Cassie there her expression soured. I ignored her, obviously.

"Thanks for coming, both of you." I said. "I've recently come into the possession of some information. I have a method of helping Raven with something she's been having problems with her whole life, but to do that I need to…acquire something a bit specialized. Something that happens to be in a location I don't have ways of reaching."

The non sexual nature of the conversation had distracted Donna, and she seemed interested, but still a bit skeptical. "Are you trying to ask us to get you onto Themyscira? Because even if I could do that, I wouldn't."

She would if I told her to, but I decided not to point that out. It seemed petty. "No. I don't need to get to Themyscira." I really didn't. I had enough women to juggle as it was, I didn't need a fucking island full of them. Especially not man hating stabby ones. "I was thinking somewhere a bit more…exclusive. I need to get into Olympus."

Donna's eyes widened. "I've never been to Mt. Olympus! How would I help you get in there? Diana has been a time or two, but she's never mentioned how. I know there's a gate to Hades under Themyscira, but there's no direct access point to Olympus on the island. The gods don't exactly welcome surprise visits. They reach out to us if they want to talk."

Cassie cleared her throat, raising a hand. "Um…I know how to get there. I went once as a kid. My dad wanted to meet me. I can probably take you, but it'll be tough. They have security there, or that's what I was told when they took me."

I waved her off. "Cherry will be able to help us bypass that. I'm protected from remote viewing, at least generalized remote viewing. My defenses are easy enough to overpower by someone with god level strength, but since they won't know to try, we should be fine. Will they notice YOU trying to enter?"

She shook her head. "Nope. I'm a demigod, there are a few of us up there, and a few more that have permission to enter and exit." She grimaced. "Donna won't be able to get in though. She's not actually of divine blood."

"No." Snapped Donna. "I refuse. You will not travel alone to steal from OLYMPUS with a MAN. I will not allow-"

"Stop." I said firmly. The Brand burned out of sight, and her mouth snapped shut, her eyes glaring at me. "This is a conversation we should have alone. Cassie doesn't need to see us fight. Cassie, why don't you go find Leslie. I'll come find you when I'm ready to leave. I need to find Cherry and prepare for the trip anyway."

The blonde raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Yeah, I can do that." She rolled her eyes. "Can't have me seeing mom and dad fight."

I gave her a smirk. "Don't make me put you over my knee young lady." She blushed a bit and ducked her head as she headed out of the room, I let my eyes drop. That ass was almost as tight and well muscled as Donna's. Speaking of…

"You have something to say?" I asked my Amazon lazily. "You can speak but don't yell."

She huffed. "You said if I gave myself to you that you wouldn't claim Cassie. That was the entire reason that I-" I held up a hand, and she stopped talking. No Brand needed. I grinned, stepping forward.

"Donna." I crooned in her ear. "Who do you belong to?" She swallowed hard, shuddering a bit as my breath hit her skin.

"You." She panted. She didn't even sound angry. Donna wasn't a submissive. Not really. Donna was a WARRIOR. She respected strength, and I'd conquered her completely. It was hardwired into her by years on Themyscira that warriors obeyed their commanders. It wasn't even sexual. It was a way of LIFE.

Which is why I didn't slut her out until she agreed, as pleasant as that might have been. "And who makes the decisions here?"

"You." She repeated. "But I…" I slapped her tight little ass. Ok, maybe it was a LITTLE sexual. I was a dragon, we were lustful creatures. She squeaked in embarrassment.

"That's right." I continued. "And I need to go to Olympus. Cassie can bring me. As my warrior, don't you want me to be safe? To be protected? Would you deny me my protection out of mere jealousy?"

Her eyes widened. "I'm not jea-" I smacked her ass again.

"I'm speaking, soldier." Her mouth shut tight. "Your responsibility as my Amazon is to make sure I have the tools I need to keep myself safe. Cassie would be helpful in this instance. And you would, out of nothing but envy, deny me that protection?" I waved my hand. "But let's say you're not lying to me. I think you're lying to yourself. You aren't jealous of Cassie? Tell the truth."

I used the Brand. Forcing her honesty. "I…" Her lips moved, but no sound came out. "I envy her power." She sounded almost surprised, and a bit of shame tinged her tone. "She was born special, blessed. But that isn't why-" Ass slap.

"You're not being honest with yourself Donna." I chided her. "You really think that your jealousy has no effect at all on your desire to keep her from coming on this mission? You see her as taking your place. As denying you the right to accompany me, don't you?"

Funny thing about brains. If you tell someone not to think about an elephant. They'll think about an elephant. And if you tell someone to look for a connection between perfectly natural jealousy of power and their also perfectly normal desire to protect a younger sister figure, they'll find it. Even if it wasn't there before you started.

"I…do." She said in horror. "I don't want her to be the one to go. I want to be at your side." She looked devastated, because she couldn't lie right now. So she knew she was being honest. Of course, she DIDN'T realize I'd just talked her in a circle for this exact effect, but still.

I reached up to stroke her cheek. "Donna. My brave warrior. It's understandable. You're so new to my service. I've only just conquered you. Even before that I think you were jealous of Cassie. That's why you tried so hard to keep me away from her. But I promise, I'll make you stronger. Make you as strong as she is. There's no need to be jealous, I need both of you."

She looked confused. I had to fight off a smile. A bit of selective forced honesty and she started questioning her motives for everything. A lesson from my old man. Never deny if you don't have to. Subvert. If I never admitted to lying about taking Cassie, Donna wouldn't hold it against me. Instead I just made her question why she asked me to leave her alone to begin with. Was that really best for her?

Leaning down, I captured her lips with mine. Now that she was confused, I'd just empty her pretty little head of all those mean old doubts. She was conflicted, and people didn't like being conflicted. She kissed me back fiercely.I groped that phenomenal ass. "It occurs to me." I purred in her ear. "That you have three holes, and I've only used two."

She froze, and I grinned. "You like that idea, don't you?" I teased. "You like the thought of your lord stuffing that muscular greek ass with dick."

Her glare was more due to the fact that I was making her tell the truth about it than the situation. "I…enjoy the thought of being conquered." She bit out. "I have seen your stares. The stares of other men. It would be a humiliation to allow you to use my behind."

I grinned at her. "Why is that? And you never said you didn't like the idea. Does the humiliation turn you on?"

"My backside feels no pleasure." She gritted out. "It is a hole simply for your use. Conquering my behind will be an act of victory from which I will draw no enjoyment."

"Oh, I don't know about that." I said cheerfully. "But hey, let's just find out. Pull down your pants and spread your cheeks for me." She obeyed, not even noticing I hadn't used the Brand and that she hadn't needed me to.

Her tight olive ass was a thing of beauty. Sculpted and toned, bronze skin paradoxically soft over her well honed glutes. I leaned forward and spat, a glob of saliva plopping onto the tight rosebud she was exposing. Unbuckling my belt, I fished out my already hard cock. "We can stop if you want." I said casually. "I can let you go back to your room, just forget all of this."

Her cunt was practically dripping and I knew she wouldn't do that. In her head this was the only way to prove I needed her as much as Cassie. I didn't even need to mess with her desires. Donna was someone who saw the world through a very direct lens. People without nuance are always the easiest to manipulate.

"No." She grit out. "You may…begin. My lord." I almost shuddered myself at that. Fuck it felt good making this ornery bitch submit. I pressed the head of my cock to her asshole, lubed up with only a bit of spit, and started to push in.

She grunted, but I reached down with my power and strummed her desire. A ragged moan tore from her throat. I grinned. "Wait. Was that…pleasure? I thought being used like this was an act of humiliation. Do you enjoy when I humiliate you Donna?"

I dismissed the honesty binding. I didn't want technical truth here. I wanted her to wonder. Because while she WAS enjoying the buttfucking I was giving her, that was more my ability than any natural inclination.

I didn't let her answer. "Then again. I already enjoyed that tight warrior pussy. And you loved that. Maybe you weren't built to be a warrior. Maybe this body was made to serve me in another way. Does that sound nice Donna? I'd still let you fight. Maybe we could come up with some kind of combination word to describe you. How do you feel about whorreier?"

She snarled, but kept shoving herself back on me. Fuck that was a tight ass. Probably should have guessed. I slapped a cheek a bit harder than would be comfortable. "Shake that ass, slut. Take my dick." I didn't snarl it, I was gleeful. Taunting.

She fucking loved it. I pounded into her asshole from behind, hips clapping her cheeks as I rode her. She fell to her knees. Face planted against the stone as her knees gave out, and I bore down on her from above. Using her ass and enjoying the feel.

"Don't." I grunted. "Think." Spank. "So." Thrust. "Much." I felt my balls tighten and I grinned down at her. "Warriors just obey orders. Be a good girl and do as you're told. Now cum for me." I triggered an orgasm from her as I came, and enjoyed the sight of her cunt fountaining as she squirted from the anal orgasm.

Grinning, I pulled out, slapping her ass affectionately. "There we go. Wasn't that nice? Be good and protect Amy while I'm away. Maybe if you're lucky you two can spar. I know she had fun with your last little tussle." I particularly enjoyed the big dopey smile on Donna's normally taciturn face. It was nice to have some good old fashioned bitch breaking fun sometimes, without all the baggage.

April 26th 2016 Brightedge City, Hall of Nevers 10:00 AM EDT

The rest of the night I spent gathering necessities. I burned through another two hundred fifty thousand points or so, bringing me down to an even two million, but I wasn't worried about it. Aside from the hundred million I'd be getting from Raven, I would get ten to a hundred million (depending on what rank the shears were) just for the theft, so it was worth it.

Meeting Cassie and Cherry in the foyer of the Hall, I gave the blonde a smile. "Alright. I calmed Donna down last night and made her see sense." I'd also made her see stars but I wasn't going to bring that up. Thank the gods for soundproofing. "You're leading us here. How exactly do we get to Olympus? Like…do we go through the actual Mountain in Greece?"

Weirdly, I think I'd be disappointed if that was the case. Like, it couldn't be that easy right? Luckily, Cassie just smirked, shaking her head. "Not the one I know. No, we're headed somewhere a bit closer to home. The entrance I was taken through is in Nashville, in the Parthenon."

"There's a Parthenon in Nashville?" I said with a raised eyebrow. "Like…Tennessee?" I pulled out my phone, swiping to my browser and checking to see what this was all about. I stared at the screen. "Man, there's a LOT of stuff in the US that I've never bothered to pay attention to. So, what? We just walk through the front door?"

Gesturing for them to follow, we headed outside. I had Cherry bring the car around while I talked to Cassie. The pretty blonde looked…torn. She was excited and nervous and happy and worried and about a dozen other things that were obvious because they were painted all over her pretty face.

"I mean, there's a secret entrance and stuff…" She said nervously. "I'll take you with me through there, and I'm pretty sure my blood should get us in. At least I think it will, and I'll do my best, I mean I know I might be wrong but-"

I held up a hand. "Whoa, word vomit. Pull it back." It was hard not to laugh at the cutely babbling blonde. "What's going on? If we're going to be doing this I need to know you're on your game. You never struck me as the nervous or uncertain type before."

She blushed. "It's just…I know that you like…do stuff, to girls. Like all the girls. Which was…weird, getting used to. But it's cool, that's your life and I won't complain if they aren't. But like…I've seen you looking at me, and I feel like you want to do stuff to me too. Which is kind of cool, but also kind of scary, and I've never done stuff with anyone and you're…like…you. And I bet you could talk me into it and I'd love it but I'm nervous and-"

I cut her off, finally having heard enough and unable to stop my laugh. "Cassie. Are you worried that I'm going to fuck you on this trip?" I mean, I probably was, but if she wasn't into it I had Cherry along. I hadn't fucked my Crypt Queen since the upgrade.

Her face got even darker. "I…guess. It sounds stupid to assume you want that. I mean gods, could I be any more egotistical." She pushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear as the car pulled up and we got in. "Just forget all that. I'm such a bitch I totally just assumed you liked me and wanted to do stuff with me. Ignore me, oh gods."

"I do." I said pleasantly. "Want to fuck you. Obviously. You're a cutie, and have you even SEEN your ass? That thing should be hanging in a museum. But I'm not into being pushy. You want to hook up? We can do that. Want to just do other stuff? That's fine too. Want to stay friends? I'm down with that."

That was all true. If she decided not to fuck me I'd just get over it. I had a ton of girls and a D ranker wasn't exactly the be all end all, demigod or not. The whole pretty church girl slightly muscled thing was hot, but not enough to really screw with my living situation.

"Wow." She said with a loud swallow. I noticed Cherry was keeping silent, probably turned on listening to what she assumed was me twisting Cassie to my will. My little psycho was twisted like that. "I mean…thank you? I'm glad you…like my butt. I guess it is pretty nice. Like I do a lot of work on it." She said with a blush. "But not so boys notice or anything." She said quickly. "I'm not a slut."

I wasn't sure how those two things were related, but I knew enough about women to play along. "Of course not. You're an athletic and attractive young lady. Of course men will notice, but that's not your fault or anything. I hope me looking doesn't upset you."

She shook her head quickly. "No!" Reigning it in she coughed. "I mean, like. You can look, it's ok. I just…I don't think I'm ready to like…do stuff."

"Butt stuff?" I said innocently. Since that had been what we were talking about. I knew it was going to make her freak out but I couldn't resist. Despite being eighteen (albeit freshly) and close to my own age, Cassie was just so…sheltered. It was adorable.

"No!" She yelped. "I mean yes! I'm not. Ready I mean. To do…butt stuff. But not yet. I mean yet isn't the right word. I don't want to do butt stuff." She paused. "Do you want to…do stuff to my butt?"

Thank you perfect body control for saving me from a massive erection. "I'd love to." I said with a grin. "But you just said you wanted to wait."

She flushed harder and punched my arm. "I didn't mean it like that! You're mean. I don't know about all this stuff." She pouted, going silent. "But girls like that? When guys do things to their butt? Like does it even feel good?"

"I think." I said gently. "We should save that conversation for another time. If you're worried about this kind of thing it might be better to focus on work." She looked a little disappointed, but I was fine waiting. I made a mental note to ensure our hotel rooms had an adjoining door. Just in case she wanted to ask more questions.

"Right." She said in embarrassment. "Work. I'm here for that. Definitely. Sorry. So Olympus. The entrance is in the Parthenon. It comes out in Athena's temple on the mountain."

"What's it like?" I said curiously. "Like I've seen lots of depictions, they're usually pretty basic, if interesting. Lots of gold and clouds and white marble. Is it really like that, or is that just like…creative license?"

My only basis for what Olympus might look like was the old Hercules Disney movie, which seemed like it might be a BIT idealized.

"Gods no." She snorted. "I saw that movie too. Olympus is more…real. I mean sure, there's some clouds and stuff, but it's a MOUNTAIN. As in all one piece. The temples line a path to the top. There's lots of olive trees there, dryads, satyrs, that kind of thing. I even saw a centaur there. The white marble thing is legit though. They love marble in their temples."

"So it's just like…what? A giant ass mountain floating in the sky?" I felt like people would have noticed that, though to be fair they probably should have noticed the hardcore man hating lesbian island too.

She shrugged. "Pretty much. A bit nicer. There's kind of like an…aura or something. Like it feels really peaceful and transcendent. Plus it's more…real. If that makes sense. Like it feels heavier than the regular world. My mom wasn't allowed to go past the Parthenon, they said a mortal couldn't withstand the pressure."

I felt the car slow down, and knew we'd arrived at the airstrip where my jet was waiting. The jet had been one of the few things dad didn't liquidate when he died, leaving it to me in the will. The thing was only like F rank, but points were points, it had been part of the bulk sum I got when I got my inheritance.

We climbed aboard, and I set down in the familiar seats, thinking about how many times I'd been on this thing with dad. After a minute I walked back to get a bottle of black cherry soda from where dad hid them. They were still there. I offered one to Cherry and Cassie.

My ghost girl smiled warmly, probably amused by the flavor, and Cassie looked intrigued. She took a long sip and smacked her lips. "Wow, this is really good. I didn't know Black Cherry soda was even a thing."

I shrugged. "It can be hit or miss. A lot of times they make it too sour. Though too sweet can be bad too, since it tastes like cough syrup. Black Cherry Cream is usually good. It was my dad's favorite. He didn't drink much."

"Oh." She said sympathetically. "I'm sorry. You must miss him a lot. Do you drink? I don't know if I've ever seen you drunk or anything."

I just laughed. "Drinking, drugs, if its fun and bad for you I've probably done it. I haven't been indulging as much lately. Snorting a line of coke off a girl's ass cheek is fun, but even that gets old after a while. I was…comfortably numb for a long time."

It hadn't been a depression thing. As a half fae I'd just been hedonistic and disconnected from the passage of time. I looked back on most of that time with fondness honestly. Like as glad as I was to snap out of it, it had been fun. I wasn't big on regrets.

There was another blush from Cassie, but she didn't comment. Cherry sighed. "So, you're sure I'll be able to enter? Or Nicky? Neither of us are greek."

Cassie snapped back to attention. "Oh, yeah, I can open the door for you. You're strong enough not to get flattened, and Nick said that neither of you will be noticed entering. He's protected and you're naturally undetectable to people you're trying to steal from I guess?"

"Yup." Said my master thief. She held up her hands, and her finger tips burst into flame. "Hand of Glory tricks. Leftovers from my earliest upgrade. As long as you can get us inside we'll be fine. I was worried about the perimeter wards on Olympus mostly. No way we can get through those if they're set to keep us out."

As we took off, I thought over all the possible things we might see or face on Olympus. I was pretty excited about it. This was the home of the gods. That was going to be a blast. I made a mental note to try to snag some apples while I was there, because what kind of idiot wouldn't.

I noted Cherry talking to Cassie, being friendly with the younger girl and helping her relax. She winked at me over the other blonde's shoulder when Cassie looked away and I rolled my eyes, because of course she wanted to help.

Not that I minded, Cassie was cute, but I'd make sure she knew not to push too hard. Cassie would be getting wrecked if she decided she wanted it, but that WAS her choice. Even if buttfucking a warrior demigoddess sounded hot as hell.

Taking out my phone, I dialed a number, and when the person on the other side picked up I grinned. "Hey, Jenny? It's Nick. I'm on a flight for the next few hours and I was bored. You were the first person I thought to call." I paused as I heard her enthusiastic response. "Really? What kind of photo shoot?" Hopefully she would send pictures.

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