(· "I'm yours to command." [Pledge yourself to the Princess.])

The Princess: "Your will was so easily broken. Am I that magnificent? All you need to do now is break My chains."

Voice of the Hero: "If this is what you want, then I guess there's not much left for me to say..."

The Narrator: "No, you can't just give in to her! Not when the stakes are so high, not when you're so close. I won't let you do this!"

The Princess: "There's still something in the way. A greasy film inside you, where it doesn't belong. Trying to conceal you from me. Is that a person? …No. It used to be a person. It's something different now. An echo."

Hero: "Is... is she talking about you?"

The Narrator: "That's impossible. She's not supposed to be able to interact with me, she-"

The Princess: "You're a small one, aren't you? A shriveling little worm stretched beyond its limits, trying to control things it can't understand."

The Narrator: "No no no, what are you talking about, I'm just-"

The Princess: "I don't care what you are. You're mine."

The Narrator: (Scream)

Hero: "Holy shit! Did she… kill him? Just like that? That was even easier than the time she killed us."

Voice of the Broken: "Of course it was easy, don't you see? There's nothing She can't do. He got His punishment, just as we did when we tried to slay Her."

Hero: "I wonder if He'll come back like we did- wait, that's right, we came back! We came back and got another chance when we died the first time, even after we fucked up badly… Dying gave us a second chance."

Broken: "And the Princess graciously allowed a wretched creature like us to redeem ourselves. Her forgiveness is truly boundless!"

The Princess: "Rise, my little bird."

The Narrator: "Without hesitation, you're brought to your feet."

The Princess: "Break My chains."

Hero: "And how are we supposed to do that? All we have is a blade."

The Narrator: "All you need to do is believe it's been done."

Broken: "And we believe with all our heart. Nothing can stop the Princess."

(· [Break her chains.])

The Narrator: "Her chains shatter, and the cuff falls from Her wrist. She is loose, and the end is upon us."

The Princess: "What a good disciple you are. Come. It's time for us to leave and bring about the birth of the new world in the destruction of the old. Can you see it like I can, My good little bird? An entire world made in My image: orderly, perfect, and beautiful, united in worship of Me. They will build cathedrals to Me, and yet the greatest one shall be the one you will have them build, and it will be where I reside and rule the entire world as its god. All those who resist will crumble underneath My velvet glove, they'll be an example to unite My loyal followers even further, provide them with… entertainment. All shall love Me and despair!"

The Narrator: "Her eyes shine with a fervid joy as She recounts Her vision, kneeling down to allow you to step onto Her hand."

Hero: "Ah, uhh, yeah, that all sounds really great, but hey, if we're such a good disciple, don't you, uh, think we deserve a reward?"

Broken: "We don't deserve anything, to receive Her mercy and look upon Her radiance is all the reward we could dream of. She's… even offering Her divine hand to us! I-I don't know if we should… Can we… wipe our feet first? It feels wrong to get dirt on Her pure skin..."

Hero: "I mean, she told us to get on, right? So we should, since I guess we're all on board with this plan now. And I just think we should ask her for a little something after all we've done for her."

The Narrator: "You carefully set your feet on the Princess's silky soft hand, its skin and gentle musculature like silken pillows under your claws. A comfortable warmth emanates from it. Although large enough to stand on, it's still small enough to feel precarious as She raises it to face height. You crouch down carefully to maintain your balance."

Broken: "We didn't need to do that, we're perfectly safe in Her hands. Feel Her control and elegance, there's not a wasted motion, no tremble in Her strong hand."

Hero: "Okay, sure, but it still feels more balanced to crouch down when she's moving it."

Broken: "This is the one and only place where we can be truly safe. There's no limit to Her benevolence."

Hero: "Alright, so what's the harm in asking her for a tiny reward then? It's not like, uh, she'll slay us again, if she's that benevolent."

Broken: "It's not our place to ask! Any rewards, which we're unworthy of, are Hers to give us at Her discretion."

The Narrator: "You are held at the Princess's mighty vantage point in the temple-like chamber. She smiles fondly at you, and all is well. Her other hand reaches out and strokes your back, its weight gently pressing down on you, its strength easily able to crush yet choosing only to pet. You involuntarily twitch your shoulders and raise your feathers into Her tender touch, crooning a little as a finger scritches your crest. As She pets you contemplatively, Her face, as large as your entire body, curiously tilts as Her eyes bore into you."

The Princess: "I sense inner turmoil, My good little bird. What could possibly bother you in this, the moment of My total victory?"

Hero: "Feel the affection in those pets? Don't you think she'd love to give us a reward? Give you something for all you've done for her?"

Broken: "You're not going to drop it, are you? What could we possibly be worthy of asking Her for? What more could we ever want? This feels perfect… Safe in Her hands…"

Hero: "…How about a kiss?"

Broken: "That's sacrilege! We can't possibly ask a god for a kiss!"

Hero: "It's fine, haven't you seen the way she looks at us with those big bright eyes? I'm telling you, it'd make her as happy as us. Not like she'd, like, be so offended we asked that she'd kill us or anything. Cause like you said, she's a benevolent and forgiving god. Definitely."

The Narrator: "The Princess ceases the pets, narrowing Her eyes at you."

The Princess: "I asked you a question, little bird. Speak."

Hero: "Look at that, your reluctance is upsetting the Princess. Can't have that, can we?"

(‧ "I… wanted to ask you for a small favour for my service, your Highness.")

The Narrator: "The Princess's nostrils flare, her eyebrows tightening."

The Princess: "Know the limits of your privilege, little bird. You are here to serve Me, I don't owe you anything for said service, though I will be a kind master and treat you well as long as you behave well. Still, you have piqued My curiosity. What favour could you possibly think you're worthy of asking Me for?"

Broken: "See? She doesn't like us asking for stuff! She's the one in control, and anything that upsets her control, even just by implication, is an insult to Her."

Hero: "I think you mean a threat."

Broken: "Don't be so arrogant! We could never be a threat to Her, She's so much more than us!"

Hero: "We could be if we resisted her. Her control is based entirely on our willingness to go along with it."

The Princess: "Little bird, I'm not used to having My questions go unanswered. Speak."

Broken: "We can't ask Her for a kiss, we just can't!"

Hero: "Oh, so you'd rather lie to her?"

Broken: "Of- Of course not! It would be impossible to deceive Her anyway. Oh no…"

(‧ "There's just one thing I wanted to ask of you, a single thing that would be worth the entire world and all the stars above. The one and only favour I will ever ask for, because my heart refuses to be still without it. I could die happily after a single kiss from your divine lips.")

The Narrator: "The Princess's eyes go wide and dart away as She pulls back from you. Her breath, a warm, gentle wind brushing over you, speeds up. So does the heartbeat like a deep distant throb you can feel under your feet."

The Princess: "I-I-um-"

The Narrator: "She coughs before steeling Herself and frowning down at you. And yet She can't hide the small blushes coming to Her cheeks, the tiny capillaries visible in Her skin swelling."

The Princess: "How impertinent. I… I will have to punish that streak out of you, My little bird. I felt it in you already, but I didn't expect it to come out like this. I'll... have to do something about that."

Broken: "Oh no, we've incurred Her wrath! I'm so sorry, forgive us! Quick, we must prostrate ourselves and beg Her forgiveness."

Hero: "Okay, but what if we asserted ourself instead? We don't need to accept her punishments for just asking a simple question."

Broken: "She is so much more than us, we have no choice but to accept whatever She does."

(· [Kneel and cry, looking up at her with large, watery eyes.] "I-I'm sorry, Princess… I'm sorry. Please don't punish me…")

Hero: "Oh, c-come on, there's no need for that. I think. No, definitely, um, like I said, we need to stand up to her."

The Narrator: "A smug, confident smile spreads over the Princess's face. Her pinkie curls around and scratches your back with a sharp, perfect nail."

The Princess: "That's better. But you cannot unsay what has been said, My good little bird, nor hide that impertinent and yet confused spark within you from Me."

Broken: "She's talking about you. She sees all. Including your doubts."

Hero: "I-I don't think I have any doubts…"

Broken: "We both know you do. And I'm not just talking about your doubts about submitting to Her. You're now doubting even your doubts, wondering if it might not be worth it to obey after all! Let Her free you from your doubts, like She did for me, we can finally be free of all our pain and fear in Her glory. It's so easy to just let go..."

Hero: "We… shouldn't. She's made it quite clear the whole world's at stake here."

The Princess: "No, little bird, I'll have to punish that impertinent streak out of you. You simply leave Me with no other choice. But… I also know of your loyalty and love for Me. The way you look upon My magnificence in just the right way. And… something about your defiant spirit too speaks to Me. Yes… I think before we leave here and remake the world, I will show you how loving a god I can be, how great the rewards in store for utter devotion and obedience. Of course, I do this out of My own volition, not in response to your gauche request. Consider yourself lucky."

Hero: "Does she mean…?"

Broken: "P-Princess? Yes, anything You wish to bestow on us, anything!"

The Narrator: "The Princess brings you in closer, Her mighty size now truly obvious as Her head looms before you, as large as your entire body. The tip of a great, glistening tongue briefly moistens generous lips. Her eyes, luminescent and powerful in Her deep, dark sockets, gaze right through you, baring your entire soul and leaving you to feel naked in Her hand. Her radiant hair forms a distant halo around Her divine head. She comes closer and closer, Her face filling your whole field of view and yet She can still approach more. And then at last, Her luscious lips make contact, incredibly gently yet with a powerful force pushing against you. Your own lips just about vanish in the sea of soft, cushioning black that they are. Softer than anything you could imagine, together they are thick enough to kiss you from chin to crest in a single moment. Her huff of tropically warm breath washes over you as you return Her affection, raising your hands and rubbing, massaging the otherwise lonely corners of Her mouth. You let your fingers dance over the sensitive, ever so slightly ridged surface of Her lips, and a deep giggle that rumbles through you escapes Her. With a little pop of wetness, Her lips part ever so slightly, just enough for you to press your face further into their warm cushiony softness and kiss Her deeper, more intimately."

Broken: "She is… divine. Oh, my goddess, we're Yours to do with as You please."

Hero: "Gah, y-yeah… She, she pulls back from us a little bit, a confident smile on those… thick lips. Her eyes are hooded as she looks down at us as if she's contemplating something. And then she- woah, woah!"

The Narrator: "The Princess dashes forward and kisses you passionately, the force of Her passion pressing you into Her soft, yet bony hand. You can only lie back against Her strength, Her fire. Her lips parted, you are but a small, overwhelmed creature, pressed between fingers, lips, and tongue, surrounded by Her intense warmth and pressure. Although you want to give as good as you get, it's quite impossible when She is a mighty god six times your size and you are just a small, pathetic thing. You kiss and you fondle and you stroke but you are but a plaything to Her."

Hero: "Y-yeah, we are… Um, we should be more, though."

Broken: "Don't waste your time with 'should' and 'shouldn't', Her will is all that can matter. Just drink in all that She is and realise we could never be anything but a plaything to Her, but we can be a beloved one, a happy one. This is as nice as it gets."

The Narrator: "Suddenly, the Princess pulls back, leaving you lying all alone in Her hand as She gazes down upon you with hooded eyes and a flustered face. A little whine escapes you as you already feel your wet body going cold without Her."

The Princess: "There. Never let it be said I am not a loving deity. And yet, even now, I feel that spark of defiance within you, that pathetic little part of you that still schemes against Me, tries to think of ways to destroy Me. You still don't love Me as you should, as I deserve, with all of your heart. You do understand what I'll have to do about that, don't you?"

Broken: "I'm just sorry I'm not strong enough to do it myself…"

Hero: "Hey now, uh, hold on a minute."

The Princess: "So let us begin teaching you your place. Take that needle and cut off one of your fingers. A pinkie will do."

Broken: "Yes, Princess, immediately, Your highness, it's no more than we deserve for our impure thoughts, our blasphemous defiance, our-"

Hero: "No. No, we're not doing that. We're not cutting our finger off just cause he'll do anything she says. You're not going along with this, are you?"

Broken: "Of course I will, She's our everything, our-"

Hero: "Sorry mate, I wasn't talking to you, cause that's a lost cause. I was talking to our decider. Look, there's fun and games and playing along, and yeah, that kiss was amazing, but then there's this. She wants us to permanently mutilate ourselves just for thinking the wrong thing. We haven't even done anything yet. It's pretty obvious she doesn't care for us at all if she's gonna be like that, if she can't even accept the tiniest threat to her control. And that's not even getting into her plans about destroying the world. So snap out of it, mate, we really need to start standing up for ourself right now."

(· [Resist])

The Narrator: "You raise your blade and bring it close to your left hand, only to lower it again. The blade comes back up and you struggle against yourself, yet your will remains resolute. You put the blade away. The Princess's eyes shine with a cold fury."

The Princess: "What a pitiful display. A pathetic little bird thinking it can defy a god in the moment of its punishment? Know that it is not up to you to choose, but to Me. I said cut off your finger."

The Narrator: "Nothing could stop the divine will that seizes control of your arms. Not moving them would feel as foreign and impossible as flying away with them. The only thing you can do, the only thing that makes sense in the face of such overwhelming power, is to bring the blade to your finger and slice it off in a single motion. You kneel on Her hand, clutching your stump tightly to stop your blood from flowing onto Her."

The Princess: "There's no point in resistance. I am inevitable. But since there's clearly more defiance left in you than I expected, I will continue your punishment. Stand up."

Hero: "Okay, we can do that one."

Broken: "See? Her commands are easy to follow. It's just natural."

(· [Stand up])

The Princess: "Now jump down."

Hero: "What? But that's like… a seven or eight metre drop!"

Broken: "The punishment will increase until we comply. We need to jump."

Hero: "We'll definitely get hurt if we jump… but it isn't high enough to kill us either. Just the wrong height."

Broken: "…Why is it the wrong height if it can't kill us? Why do you want to- Oh. I see. You're trying to get Her to kill us!"

Hero: "Shhh! I-I admit it's desperate, but-"

Broken: "It's madness! You want us to die because you believe it'll get us another chance to slay Her! You think we'll start over again and then you can commit the deicide you desire!"

Hero: "Look. I know it's a long shot. But, yeah, the sycophant did figure out my plan. We've lost here, the world is doomed, but all it would take to save it is a third try, I can feel it! It's not much, but it's all we've got. What if… we dived down, head first? That would probably kill us and let us start over."

Broken: "No! Now you see the kind of madness defiance will drive us to! Opposing Her is opposing life itself! We'll jump normally, accept our punishment with the dignity and grace She's such an exemplar of and beg Her forgiveness."

The Narrator: "The Princess raises Her hand yet higher. Her voice offers no options."

The Princess: "I said jump."

(· [Jump])

The Narrator: "Struggling against yourself, you throw yourself off Her hand, now held well above Her head. Survival instinct, in the end, wins out and you try to land as well as you can. But there is no good landing from a ten metre deep fall. You land nearly flat on your chest. You feel your ribs break upon impact, your shoulder dislocate, and your forehead hits the ground hard, leaving a big gash bleeding into your eyes. Groaning in pain, you just manage to roll your body over and look up at Her magnificence towering over you."

Hero: "Oww. We could've been back in the woods already."

Broken: "She looks so displeased!"

The Princess: "I see your scheme, you pathetic little thing. You think you can defy a god? Destroy that which is so much more than you if you can only trick Me into slaying you? You do know you're forcing My hand, don't you? I really hate to hurt you, but it seems this lesson will take time to learn. But don't worry, I would never kill My beloved pet. I'll be very careful to keep you alive, and in the end you will obey."

Broken: "Do it, Your highness! Break us down and build us back up the way You wish us to be! There could never be a better us than the one You'll make us into."

The Narrator: "As you look up at the Princess, She gracefully raises a foot and places it down upon your broken body, your head just peaking out between Her toes, the elegant arc of Her foot preventing Her from crushing you completely even as She leans Her great weight upon you, your broken ribs screaming out in pain, driving all air from your lungs. Her bony, yet smooth heel begins to bend your legs backwards, your knees and thighs screaming and creaking at the unnatural curve."

Hero: "This is how she's gonna keep treating us. She may call us a beloved pet but who'd do this to a pet? She's abusing us and we need to do something about it before we're too broken to resist! We owe it to ourselves."

Broken: "How do you still not get it? There is no resisting something like Her. She is everything and we're a mere bug under Her foot! But even now She honours us: haven't you noticed how She always levitates? She's so pure she doesn't even suffer the ground to touch Her, and yet She will step on us! To remind us of our place, yes, but there's love in it too! This is all for us, so we can be Her perfect believer, Her perfect follower, Her perfect pet. The pain is just disloyalty leaving our body! Let our love, our devotion, into your heart!"

The Princess: "This pain is what comes of your defiance. And I will keep applying the punishments you force Me to give you as long as you remain disobedient in thought and deed. But it doesn't have to be like this. It doesn't have to hurt so much. You know how it could all be better. Now, what do you have to say to Me?"

Broken: "Thank You, my goddess, I'm sorry, my goddess, we will be better, my goddess, thank You, my goddess, I'm sorry, my goddess…"

Hero: "Are we… kissing her toes while she crushes us underfoot?"

Broken: "Of course! Her mighty, yet soft, loving toes as they press down on us. We embrace them, we kiss them, their soft fleshy tips, their sharp, perfect nails, their-"

Hero: "Are you listening to this guy? Is that what you wanna be? It's time to make a choice. You've been waffling all along, never committing to anything, and it's letting her control us and push us around. And… I get it. It feels weirdly good to be in her hands, to be kissed, to have her control us and even to be her pet. But she's cruel and vicious to us, she doesn't care about us at all. I know you've still got resistance in you. I… hate to sound like what He was like, before she took Him over, but we need to slay her. Not even for the world, but for ourselves. We still have our blade, and with my plan failed, this might be the last chance to use it. Please. We deserve better than this."

Broken: "She doesn't want to hurt us. You're the one making us hurt. She's just doing what She has to. You've already lost, the sooner you give up this defiance and join me in worshipping the Princess, the better it will be for us. Our blade will never stain Her perfect flesh."

(· [Slay the Princess])

Broken: "NO!"

Hero: "Thank you. Then I'm with you all the way. Our hand trembling, we strike at her foot with our blade, planting it deep between the bones before pulling back and shanking her ankle."

The Narrator: "The Princess screams, Her divine face twisted in a grimace of agony as She collapses, brought down onto Her knee by your blasphemous strike. Her leg just barely fails to turn you into a fleshy pulp as it misses your body. Weight shifts off Her injured foot and you take your chance, leaping up on creaking, bruised legs, climbing onto Her thigh with your one functional arm. A moment of eye contact passes between you as you look up at Her; shock, betrayal, and pain etched on Her face. Perhaps even fear. Then you leap up and plunge the pristine blade deep into Her chest."

Broken: "No! No! I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop them! No! How could we?"

The Narrator: "You find your target, again and again, and a shocked, crude laugh breaks through the Princess's cold demeanour, pain and fear mixing in with disbelief."

The Princess: "I can't believe you would actually strike Me! You don't know the consequences of your arrogance!"

Broken: "It's not too late to pick up the pieces. It's not too late to toss the blade aside and beg for forgiveness!"

Hero: "Shut up!"

The Narrator: "Even as life begins to seep out of Her body, absolute fury comes over the Princess. There's no chance to dodge as she flings a boulder-like fist at you. In an instant, your body is crushed, your every bone pulverised as a meteorite strike leaves you in a crater in the floor. You lie there, broken, beyond pain, unable to even see what she's done to you. And the Princess collapses, succumbing to Her own wounds. But as what remains of you looks upon Her, you see the abject horror and disgust on Her face are not aimed at Her lethal chest wound. It's Her own trembling hand, covered in your blood, that horrifies Her."

The Princess: "You… you made Me use My hands! You got your base blood all over Me. You… defiler! You worm! You heathen! What have you done to Me? I… I can feel Myself twisting into something new. Something dull, something defiled…"

Broken: "We're a monster, a vile deicide. I can't bear to watch this."

Hero: "The Princess has been nothing but cruel to us. We're free now."

Broken: "But I don't feel free. I feel empty."

The Narrator: "A terrified, sad sound between a chuckle and a sob shocks the Princess's body as She slumps against the wall."

The Princess: "For a moment I… I thought… you actually felt devotion… I thought you actually loved Me… But no more… what you've made Me into is unlovable…"

Hero: "And then… her remaining strength leaves her, blood still pouring from her wounds. She's dead… I think He is too… And we won't be far behind. You did… well. We were never going to get a happy ending here, but whatever happens next, I'll be there for you."