Chapter 24
3rd of October 2007
Alaska
Dio had stopped bleeding, much to Frank and Hazel's relief. It had been fucking creepy - he'd bled, walked, laughed and talked to himself before bleeding more and screaming about freedom and conquest. And all this for several hours. That was the bright side. Now Dio had just fallen asleep - against the cold, snow-covered keyboard floor.
On the negative side, they were surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of ghost soldiers. And Dio was still asleep.
"Eh, but it's the legion! And that's our eagle!", screamed Frank. Indeed, for some reason, the fucking ghosts did have the eagle. The symbol of the legion, whose loss had covered them in dishonor.
"Well, we'll have to fuck them, with just the two of us," said Hazel, drawing her cavalry sword. And she charged.
Just the two of us. You and I.
Frank found it romantic, he thought as he skewered the shades.
? - Time is strange in the Labyrtinth
Random corridor behind South America
Thoas gulped. So far, the windows had never been wrong. That meant they were in deep shit.
Coyote
Native Americans God of Tricks, Changes and Chaos
Lvl 1 967/2 000
"If it isn't old Dio's toygirls and toyboys! How's Dio? I hear he's lost his memory a bit and lost his marbles - ah, that's funny! A god of madness losing his marbles!" And the god began to laugh. Alone.
Coyote had a lean and agile frame, his fur a mix of earthy browns and grays. His eyes, sharp and amber, exude a mischievous glint that mirrors his cunning nature and that was akin's to Thoas dad. Huh. Coyote's fluid movements were underscored by a bushy tail, that moved with his laughs.
"Kekekeke..."
Thoas looked around. Why the hell was he the only one surprised that other Pantheons existed? Hello? Was his entire worldview being called into question? What if Satan existed - what if God existed? What the hell?
The god clapped his hands, snapping Thoas out of his stupor.
"Good. I'm not going to kill you all - Dio would bust my balls again. So I've got a little challenge for..."
The god put a hand over his eyes, spun around several times, before pointing at Icarus randomly with his other hand and opening his eyes.
"You! The guy with the mechanical wings! If you succeed, I'll grant you real wings! I'm a shapeshifter god, after all! But if you fail, I'll eat you!"
Icarus gulped.
"What is the challenge?"
The god snapped his fingers, and a hundred flambys appeared before them.
"You have to gobble a hundred flambys in ten minutes! And be careful, gobbling flambys is quite an art! You have to respect the flamby".
"Aha! Joke is on you! I haven't eaten in days because grover ate everything!"
Icarus
Artificial Awakening (god-induced, you lucky guy)
Lvl cap : 100 → 150
Puzzle elucidated !
Dungeon Completion Rate : 34%
"Fuck Fuck Fuck", bellowed Hazel. She had revealed everything to Frank after their battle - and victory! - against the shades. They had the eagle back! The eagle! It was amazing! Once they brought it back to Camp Jupiter, they would be celebrated as heroes and the Fifth Cohort would gain its prestige back! Whats' more, she couldn't wait to see Octave's face!
Anyway, she'd told Frank everything. She'd told Frank all about it - Dio was still snoozing comfortably on the ice. How she'd helped resurrect the giant Alcyoneus, who'd been imprisoned under...
Well, should have been imprisoned. While Frank and Hazel were exhausted and wounded, trying to recover from the battle they'd just won, a nameless horror had appeared in front of them.
In front of them, the giant stood impressively at a height exceeding 40 feet. His skin bore the appearance of a metallic substance resembling gold, radiating a mesmerizing glow. Notably, his lower limbs took on the form of dragon legs with a distinctive rust color, contributing to his imposing and fantastical presence. Clad in armor crafted from platinum links, he wielded an iron staff of considerable size, akin to a totem pole. Every inch of his body was adorned with precious stones and metals, creating an opulent mosaic that extended even to his red braided hair, adorned with shimmering stones, indicative of his divine and formidable nature.
"Well, we're truly fucked. I'm happy to die with you Hazel. I…I love you".
And Dionysos opened his eyes.
Alcyoneus
Eldest Giant and Bane of Hades
Level 2 369/2 500
Status : Weakened and Bound
- 1 000 STR, - 1 000 VIT, - 1 000 END
"A…A love declaration? Owwww so sweeeeeeeeet…You are going to kiss?", asked Dio.
Frank looked at him like he was crazy "There's a fucking giant in front of you, there was a battle and you did not even woke up…and you fucking heard that?"
"Ah, yes, the giant. Fucking cunt and all. Why the fuck is he awake?".
Frank shrugged, not wanting to throw Hazel under the bus.
"And we're fucking hurt. You did not even help us with the previous fight! So either you try to fight him by yourself and we die, or we directly die. Choose".
But Dio had other ideas.
"Close your eyes, kiddos. My….Yes, My Father Bacchus gave me a….Magical Item. That may be used to win…"
They looked like they did not believe him. And Hazel recalled him fucking bleeding Ichor when entering Alaska. How stupid did they think they were ? But it was not like if they had any choice. So they dutifully closed their eyes.
"Aha! My cover is amazing! I would make such a fucking great spy! Fuck…Did I say that aloud?"
Frank nodded.
"Aaaaah…Fuck. Close your eyes, kiddos. Daddy Dio is going to play around with the ugly guy".
Alcyoneus spoke, addressing them for the first time.
"Ehe…I'll kill you, little god. I am immortal in Alaska! And a God? In Alaska? Where you cannot even access you powers"
Dio laughed.
"Sweety. Are you talking about forbidden territories? Borders? About rules impossible to break? To me? The God of Freedom and Growth? Rules do not limit me, Giant. I break them and I become stronger".
Alcyoneus raised his club, and tried to squish under it the annoying god.
"And I use my divine powers whenever I fucking wants, rules and logic or not!
Dio smiled.
"ZA WARUDO!"
Then, something strange appeared behind Dio. Something resembling a golden humanoid giant, that had tall, muscular build resembling Dio. It wore a headpiece, twin diving cylinders on its back, and featured heart motifs on its chin, abdomen, crotch, and knees.
.
.
.
And time.
Fucking.
Stopped.
.
.
"Nani?", screamed Alcyoneus, not knowing why he spoked suddenly Japanese. He tried to fight, but…
"MUDA MUDA MUDA"
You made a giant fucking fade and absorbed his essence and potential!
You leveled up fucking many times!
You have gone against Fate.
Your divinity is growing
Your strength is growing
Dionysos
God of Wine, Madness, Theater, Games, Freedom,Transcendence, Creativity, Growth, Mysteries, Limitlessness and Rule-Breaking
GOAT, MegaChad and Leader of the Club
Lvl 2 134/2 250 → Lvl 2 476/2 750
You have a new territory : Alaska !
3rd of October 2007
Jupiter Camp
As Octave arrogantly addressed the legionnaires, casting doubt upon the questers' chances and indulging in insults, Jason, the other Praetor, could barely contain his frustration. He was on the verge of interjecting when, to everyone's surprise, the three questers—Dio, Hazel, and Frank—suddenly materialized in the air, crashing down on Octave and catching him off guard.
Dio, with a smirk, looked at the disheveled Octave and said, "Apologies for the unannounced entrance. Bacchus decided to give us a swift return." Hazel added, "We've got something you might want," as she revealed the Eagle of the Twelfth Legion Fulminate.
"It…It is the Eagle!", screamed one of the centurion, as Dio started to rap.
Listen up, y'all, 'bout the Eagle of the Twelfth Legion,
Jupiter's gift, yeah, that's the eagle we're squeezin'.
Twelfth Legion Fulminata, armed with lightning,
Caesar dubbed 'em "Fulminata," battlefield frightening.
It's the OG, the real street crown,
Caesar knew, lightning strikes, no joke, no clown.
So, rep the eagle, shout it loud,
Camp Jupiter's legacy, forever proud.
Yo, let me drop a rhyme 'bout the Eagle divine,
Twelfth Legion's pride, once lost in time.
Jupiter's gift, yeah, it was a big disgrace,
Battlefield lightning, vanished without a trace.
Camp Jupiter hangin' its head in shame,
Lost our symbol, no one to blame.
But hold up, we ain't stayin' down,
Dio's in the mix, gonna flip it around.
Eagle got lost, but now it's found,
Back in our hands, hear that victory sound.
Twelfth Legion stand up, no more disgrace,
Eagle's home, lightning back in its place.
Jason approached them amidst the bad rapin, and touched the eagle. Everybody held their breath, and he announced :
"It…It's the real one! They brought back our Eagle! We have our honor back!"
Everybody cheered, and Dio added.
"My Father told me he would bless our feast and party to celebrate!"
He winked, not discreetly at all, to Hazel and Frank, as realization dawned upon them. They knew he was a god but, focused on the battle, they had not realized…They had had a fucking threesome with Bacchus himself? A god?
Hazel passed out, as Dio snapped his fingers while everybody was looking at the eagle. Jason brandished it in the air, and thunder roared amidst the cheers of celebration. People started chanting about the Fifth, and screaming the names of the questers.
"Dio! Fuck me! Literally, I mean", added a Centurion.
The once barren tables erupted into a sumptuous feast, embodying the heart and soul of Roman culinary delight. The air was instantly infused with the tantalizing scents of slow-roasted meats, fragrant herbs, and freshly baked bread. On the tables laid an array of dishes that mirrored the rich tapestry of Roman cuisine. Platters of succulent lamb, seasoned to perfection with Mediterranean herbs, shared space with bowls of aromatic pasta, adorned with flavorful sauces that paid homage to the city's culinary heritage. Amphorae of aged wines and pitchers of sweet honeyed nectar appeared.
Terminus briefly appeared to see what all that was about, saw Bacchus, and promptly disappeared. Nope, not putting his nose into that shit.
"And now, It's Orgy Time", he announced, as everybody cheered.
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Gwen took of her clothes and jumped on Dakota, while Frank started slowly kissing Hazel. The Centurion of the second cohort, a thirty years old blonde girl names Stacy, approached Dio. "So, you're the new hero, huh? Maybe...You earned a reward", she said, seductively. "You should be the one to enjoy the best woman of the cohort, if not the whole legion...". Then she grabbed Dio's hand and put it on her breasts. "They're nice, huh?"
"Well, I'm not that experienced, so...", lied the god. He then took off his pants. Stacy was surprised, because, even flaccid, he was already a couple inches bigger than Dakota. The centurion was not a small man, and she could say that. But the guy who stood in front of her was huge.
"Let's see if I can help with that."
She knelt in front of Dio, and started licking the tip of his dick. Then she sucked the head, and then she put as much as she could inside her mouth. She couldn't, and the rest of the shaft remained exposed. But Dio was really liking the sensation, and he started to grow inside Stacy's mouth. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock, and her jaw started to ache, but she wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted.
She was now taking more than half of his cock, and Dio's moans were making her wet. He was close.
"Oh, Stacy...I'm going to-"
"Do it. Fill my mouth."
Stacy felt the warm, salty cum go down her throat. She loved the sensation, and didn't stop sucking until she was sure Dio was done. Then she took the softening dick out of her mouth, and started playing with it.
Dio grinned. "Ah, good old roman decadence..."
Behind them, Jason had started making out with Hazel, that laid on a table, as Frank was eating her pussy.
"Ah, oh gods...Don't stop...", she screamed, and Frank started going deeper. Jason took off his clothes and put his dick near her face. She opened her mouth, and started to suck him, while her brother continued to eat her out.
Frank was going to fast and too hard, and soon Hazel had to stop sucking Jason, because she came so hard.
The romains had a great stamina, and when they decided to fuck someone, the lucky recipient usually couldn't stand for a week.
"Please, stop...", she begged, as the orgasm faded.
"Sorry", Frank said, "but I don't want to wait anymore."
He lifted her legs, and penetrated her, slowly. He was still the bigger man in the legion - except, maybe, Dio-, but he had to be careful with Hazel, and she knew it. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. Then, he started fucking her, hard and slow. Hazel closed her eyes and let herself enjoy her lover's cock.
Meanwhile, other couples were also fucking. Gwen and Stacy were taking turns on sucking Dakota, while the roman legionnaire played with their tits. Jason was sitting, as the beautiful black roman girl fucked herself on his cock.
"Bacchus' beard, you're so good...", he moaned, and Gwen looked at him. "Oh, so you like to watch?"
A few meters away, Dio was surrounded by three college girls from New Rome. One of them was licking his balls, as the other two sucked his cock, their tits on his thighs. Dio had already cum in the girls' mouths, and his dick was covered with spit and saliva, so wet and so hard that it shined under the torches.
"You have the biggest cock I've ever seen.", one of them said.
"Thank you."
"I wonder how would it feel inside my ass...", the other commented, as she continued to lick his shaft.
"That can be arranged", Dio said. "Turn around and I'll fuck your ass."
"Gladly."
The other girls moved away, and the one that had been licking his balls sat in front of him, and started playing with her tits. Then, Dio pushed himself inside the roman girl.
Ah, to be a god…And Roman decadence…He had missed it so much…