Endless Path : Infinite Cosmos

After thoroughly stabilizing and purifying the previously hellish Realm of his opponent's stomach, Vahn surprised Leviathan by simply teleporting outside. His other selves had made this an option from the very start, but he couldn't just ignore an ocean of billions of spirits crying out in pain.
With Vahn shifting his attention to her, his eyes squinting in displeasure, Leviathan recovered enough of her faculties to bend the knee, lower her head, and say, "The Abyss Dragon, Leviathan, greets her Master, the Sage Dragon Emperor..."
Without changing his expression, Vahn remarked, "I don't recall accepting you as my subordinate."
Exhaling a sigh, Leviathan lost her facade of respect as she sat back on the ground, legs spread lazily and carelessly as she said, "Then just get on with it. Now that my original self has been destroyed, the only thing sustaining me is whatever you did while inside me. I figured I could get vengeance by serving you, but I'm sure as hell not going to beg."
"Hmmm..."
Tearing his eyes away from the admittedly captivating sight of Levithan, Vahn briefly skimmed his Unit Management, unsurprised to find her name listed among his subordinates. He had complete dominion over the Realm within her, so it was no surprise he also had Authority over her. Quite a bit if her 'Eternal Servitude' Status was any indicator.
"Stand up."
Feeling a wave of compulsion surge through her body, an additional sigh escaped Leviathan's throat as she rose to her feet and remarked, "Don't get carried away..." in a lazy, non-threatening tone. She knew there was nothing she could do even if Vahn ordered her to rip out her own guts or impale herself on a spike. As far as the Central Network was concerned, she was now an extension of him, a sapient Gift in the same vein as Algol before her liberation.
Realizing the woman had been effectively eliminated as a threat, Vahn took a moment to consider his options before asking, "The collapse of your Realm. Were you betrayed?"
Spreading her hands and shrugging dismissively, Leviathan answered, "Not really. If I had to guess, it was a failsafe our Strategist came up with to destroy your Avatara in the event my Hell of Envy failed to incapacitate you. My pride just doesn't allow me to accept being treated as a Pawn, so I couldn't help ripping apart Death the moment you resurrected me."
Hearing Leviathan mention the Hell of Envy, Vahn now understood why all the Spirits condemned within were so eager to impose their suffering unto him.
"Your Community, which did you belong to?"
Giving Vahn a skeptical look, Leviathan stood with one hand on her hip, her thick tail sliding across the ground as she flatly replied, "Aren't you supposed to possess some form of omniscience? Even if you didn't, my name and status as a Pure-Blooded Dragon should be a dead giveaway. You really are new to the Divine Realm, aren't you?"
Punctuating her words with a flip of her long, two-tone black and blue hair, Leviathan made it clear she had no intention of answering without a direct order. She may have lost her Origin, but she was still an extremely prideful woman. In her mind, it was nonsensical for Vahn not to know who she was.
Resisting the urge to order the proud Dragoness to beg like a puppy, Vahn flatly replied, "Judging by how you referred to yourself as an Avatara, your Community must reside in 1-3-Digit Gates. If I had to guess, you're, or at least were, a member of the 666 Beasts."
Clapping her hands together with a completely uninterested expression on her face, Leviathan retorted, "Woooooow, look at you. You can do it if you try..."
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Inhaling a deep breath and exhaling through his nose, Vahn compelled himself to calm down before remarking, "You're playing with fire..."
Snorting through her nose, Leviathan asked, "What are you going to do about it? As far as I'm concerned, you're wasting both of our time. You supposedly have the power to know anything you want to know, so this conversation is entirely pointless. If you're going to kill, torture, fuck, or let me go, just get on with it. I hate being interrogated."
In a presumed effort to entice Vahn towards a specific option, Leviathan gave the thong-like straps of her Dragonskin chaps a pop. She still didn't want to die, so even if she had to reduce herself to little more than a sex slave, she was willing to do whatever it took to survive, obtain power, and seek revenge&mdash;everything except yielding her pride.
Though Leviathan's 'Hell of Envy' hadn't left the best impression on him, Vahn's eyes couldn't help being drawn to her actions. The anatomy of her hips and thighs were different from ordinary women, but considering she had a tail nearly as thick as his abdomen, that wasn't too surprising...
Raising her brows, Leviathan asked, "What's this? The so-called 'Ancestor of all Pure-Blooded Dragons' is hesitating? I am not unwilling, and there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop you. If you want to fuck me, then fuck me. It's that simple."
Feeling his draconic nature stirring in response to Leviathan's words, Vahn closed his gold-shifted eyes in an effort to suppress his growing desire to push down and 'dominate' the arrogant Dragoness...
"Pathetic...some Dragon God you-"
Unable to finish her words, Leviathan found her face impacting the grassy ground with enough force to embed half her face into the fragrant topsoil. A wave of anger washed over her, but, at the same time, her thinly veiled concupiscence was thoroughly enkindled. She would never admit it, but from the moment she recognized Vahn as her Master, an ever-increasing desire to be conquered by him had been swelling in her heart. She hadn't been goading him without purpose.
With his left hand forcing Leviathan's head into the ground and his right restraining her tail, Vahn's pupils expanded and contracted as he fought to suppress his instincts. Being recognized as the Progenitor of Dragons meant he was constantly being assailed by the 'beliefs' of billions, if not trillions of people. He could always ignore it, but as it was necessary for his plans, Vahn had been allowing it to build ever since his battle against Amaterasu.
Surprising and disappointing Leviathan, Vahn suddenly released her from his grasp. Her wild mane of hair became noticeably spikier as a result of her incomprehensible rage. However, before she could even think about lashing out, Vahn manifested an entire palace and throne out of thin air, saying, "Sit." in a commanding tone.
Unable to resist the compulsion of Vahn's voice, Leviathan's rather large rump impacted the ground with enough force to leave cracks in the stone floor, the tip of her tail twitching in frustration as she glared at him with an expression reminiscent of a wild dog, teeth bared and growling.
Leaning onto the knuckles of his right fist, Vahn turned Leviathan's fury to vexed indignation as he said, &nbsp;"If you're that eager to be conquered, then do it yourself. With the vast disparity in our power, expecting me to do all the work is simply arrogant..."
Though she had never felt such rage and frustration since the moment of her inception, Leviathan slowly rose to her feet and said, "Don't regret it..." in a threatening tone. Then, with the intent of 'turning the tables' on Vahn, she began peeling away her clothes as she approached his throne with a hungry, borderline murderous expression on her face...
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Ignoring the pregnant-looking woman passed out next to him, eyes rolled back and butt sticking in the air, Vahn was wondering what he should do about the 666 Beasts. They were one of the most powerful and influential Demonic Communities in the Little Garden. More importantly, they were a counterbalance to the Rank 13 entity known as Truth, the Primeval Divine Spirit serving as the Origin of nearly every Monotheistic Religion.
Though he could always seize and reassign the Origins of the current 666 Beast members, it wouldn't solve the underlying issue. Unless he created evil or malicious entities willing to commit all manner of atrocities, Vahn's takeover of Communities such as the 666 Beasts would invariably disrupt the balance of Creation. He couldn't simply erase evil from existence, so unless he intended to wipe out both the 666 Beasts and Truth itself, there was very little reason to concern himself with their machinations. Unless they were legitimately seeking death, they should avoid him of their own accord in the future.
"I miss when things were simpler..."
Undoubtedly as a result of the time he spent with Sandora, Vahn was no longer looking forward to taking on the Little Garden and climbing his way through the Ranks of the Inner Gates. He just wanted to return 'home' and be with the people he loved...
Exhaling a weary sigh, Vahn pushed Leviathan onto her side before lying down next to her and burying his face in her rather ample bosom. She had an aroma that was anything but comforting, but that didn't prevent Vahn from nestling into the soft yet firm mammaries and simply letting his mind wander...
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After reconvening back at the coliseum, Sandora, Izayoi, and Yo stood on the sidelines as Asuka tried to use her Authority-based Gift, Oraculum, to interrogate the trio from Grimm Grimoire Hamlin. Sandora had sealed their powers, but due to pre-existing contracts they had made before the Gift Game, prohibiting them from revealing the answer, the interrogation had born little fruit.
Realizing that a direct answer would be impossible to acquire, Asuka had spent the better part of twenty minutes compelling Black Percher, Weser, and Ratten to share their origins. All Demon Lords had specific origins, so she was confident she would be able to sus out the answer once she had learned each of them.
Unsurprisingly, Black Percher was the amalgamation of the more than 80 million people, predominately children, that had succumbed to the Black Plague. The more surprising revelation was that she was one of the very first victims, the daughter of a landed noble from Eastern Europe who got infected because she had secretly been providing food and water to her family's ailing servants.
In response to his daughter's infection, Black Percher's father effectively imprisoned her as a rudimentary form of quarantine before subsequently executing every servant, serf, and animal that had come into contact with her. What he didn't know was that the majority of infections were caused by much smaller creatures: fleas and ticks whose bellies were filled with the contaminated blood of an ever-increasing number of corpses.
Despite his efforts, it wasn't long before Black Percher's father, mother, and the rest of her family contracted the same disease. Shortly after that, her father set fire to the estate, a final effort to prevent the spread of the disease and 'purify' the land of a plague he believed to be imposed upon them by God.
Moments before her death, as her lungs filled with smoke, Black Percher shouted a curse from the confines of her prison cell. She damned each of them to death, tears of rage and resentment streaming down her face as she writhed about in a vain attempt to smother the flames that invariably consumed her body.
Due to the blame that had been assigned to her, the curse Black Percher made in her final moments ended up accruing her a bit of Spiritual Power. Every time a member of her family or someone else who blamed her died, she became a little bit stronger.
After wandering Europe aimlessly for hundreds of years, Black Percher found her way into Asia, countless spirits gathering around her until she eventually found herself at the center of a 'family' comprised of more than 80 million vengeful spirits. Then, as if she had awoken from a bad dream, she spontaneously found herself in the Divine Realm, bound to a ring and given the explanation that her suffering was the result of the Sun being in a cooling period, an event caused by the whimsical nature of beings such as Shiroyasha...
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(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Dragons are a bunch of horn dogs...','The regret and clarity that follows a moment of passion...','Mega oof...')

"Damn, that's pretty rough..."
After hearing Black Percher recount the events of her past, it was Izayoi who gave voice to the thought in everyone's mind. They knew the origin of any significantly powerful Demon Lord would be marred in tragedy, but it hadn't prepared them to hear a direct recounting of their origins.
"I feel sorry for her..."
Chiming in after Izayoi, Yo was moments away from suggesting they just let Black Percher go when Sandora stated, "Tragedies and misfortunes do not give a person the right to impose suffering unto others. If Vahn hadn't been here to prevent it, everyone in Kouen City might have succumbed to the Black Plague. Demon Lords might be pitiable existences, but it is their potential victims we need to be concerned with..."
With her expression forming into a pout, Yo muttered, "But still...isn't she powerless now? We were able to stop her before there was even a single victim in the Little Garden. It doesn't seem right to imprison her for doing as her nature dictates..."
After spending several years in Danmachi, Yo had come to understand that not everyone had a choice in how they thought and acted. A God of War couldn't choose to be a pacifist, and a God of Sex certainly couldn't decide to be abstinent. Black Percher wanting to spread her pestilence was assuredly a bad thing for her potential victims, but it didn't change the fact she was also a victim of circumstances beyond her control.
Thinking of a 'solution,' Yo said, "We should hand them over to Vahn. If it's him, he should be able to help."
Hearing Yo's suggestion, Black Percher began to pull at her bindings as she shouted, "Why is everyone trying to pawn me off onto that pervert!? No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Just no...!"
Not expecting Black Percher to throw a tantrum, even Weser and Ratten were surprised, the latter asking, "Did something happen? You're acting a little strange, Pest-chan..."
Snorting through her nose, Black Percher, also known as Pest, turned her head and said, "I don't want to talk about it...also, I told you not to call me Pest-chan in front of others. It makes me seem like a child..."
Speaking out before Ratten, Izayoi chimed in to say, "That's an interesting thing to say after throwing a mini tantrum..."
Directing a hate-filled gaze towards Izayoi, Pest growled, "Eat cow dung, you headphone-wearing brat...!"
With Izayoi spreading his hands and helplessly shrugging his shoulders, Yo tried to guide the conversation back on track, insisting, "I still think it's the best option. I wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully knowing Pest-chan is suffering because of something she didn't have control over. There has to be a way for Demon Lords to coexist with people in peace..."
Unashamedly derailing the conversation a second time, a cheeky smile developed across Izayoi's face as he jokingly mused, "Oh? I didn't think you would be getting any sleep now that-"
"Izayoi...!"
With a red hue developing through her cheeks, Asuka grabbed Izayoi by the collar before dragging him off someplace private. This ended up being for the best, as, shortly after the duo's departure, Yo left even the scantily clad Ratten speechless by muttering, "Vahn always gives his girls enough time to recuperate..." in a pouty tone.
"Yo..."
Though she was personally acquainted with the truth contained in Yo's words, Sandora didn't think they should be revealing it to others.
Tilting her head to the side, Yo asked, "What? It's the truth. I don't like when people have misunderstandings or try to vilify Vahn. He is one of the kindest and most caring people I know."
Suppressing a sigh, Sandora returned an empathetic smile as she said, "I am well aware of that. Still, there is a time and a place for everything..."
Directing her gaze to Pest, Ratten, and Weser, Sandora appended, "Even if the stakes are low, this is still a time-sensitive interrogation. We'll decide their fates once the Gift Game has concluded. In the end, it's ultimately a choice each of them has to make. Vahn would never out-and-out compel anyone to obey him. If anything..."
Stopping herself before she could reveal the fate that awaited the trio if they didn't agree to a compromise, Sandora shifted her gaze to Ratten, asking, "What about you? What's your story?"
Raising her brows, Ratten chimed, "Oh? Not going to get your Little Red Queen to use her powers? Perhaps her Gift has a limit to the number of times it can be used~?"
Before Sandora could answer that it was none of Ratten's business, Yo beat her to the punch, stating, "That's wrong. So long as she has enough Spiritual Energy to support it, Asuka's Gift can be used as many times as she wants. Thanks to Vahn, she can almost use it without limit."
Realizing Yo was the type to speak her mind without restraint, an amused smile developed across Ratten's face as she playfully remarked, "My, how incredible. Perhaps I should try my hand at winning the Sage Dra-I mean, Vahn's favor..."
Though her words sounded like she was just messing around, Ratten was actually being serious. She was willing to give her life to protect Pest, but that didn't mean she wanted to die. Her decision would ultimately depend on Pest, but she would much rather become a slave of the 'merciful' Sage Dragon Emperor than rot away in Salamandra's Dungeon.
With that thought in mind, Ratten earned an adorably pouty glower from Pest by lightly bumping into her and suggesting, "Come on, Pest-chan. I don't want to spend the rest of my life locked away in a prison cell..."
As someone that had previously died in prison, Pest wasn't even remotely amused by Ratten's words. Fortunately for the busty Demoness, they also helped to remind Pest of the severity of their present situation. It was her decisions moving forward that would ultimately spare or endanger each of their lives...
Furrowing her brows in vexed contemplation, Pest hesitated for a moment before looking to Yo and Sandora, asking, "What fate awaits us if we yield to the Sage Dragon Emperor...?"
After exchanging glances with Yo, it was Sandora who answered, "While it is not my place to speak on Vahn's behalf, he really is too kind for his own good. So long as you vowed never to harm anyone who did not wish harm upon you, he would allow you to live freely within the territories managed by the Aldrnari Empire. If you would prefer to start anew someplace else, he even has the means to return your soul to the Cycle of Reincarnation. I have personally experienced that aspect of Vahn's power..."
Recalling that Vahn had previously offered to let her return home and live her life anew, a depressive atmosphere descended upon the coliseum as Pest hung her head in pensive reflection. Ever since Vahn had penetrated her stomach with his hand, she hadn't been feeling like herself. She was still determined to seek vengeance against the Sun, but, at the same time, she couldn't help feeling that such a pursuit was ultimately pointless...
Unfortunately, despite Vahn absorbing most of the negative energy and sentiments comprising her being, he hadn't done anything about Pest's memories. She could still vividly recall how her family had turned against her, so even if she were given a chance to return, she would do her best to bar every door and window in the castle before setting it on fire. Even if they were alternate versions of her parents, she could never, ever forgive them...
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With several hours passing since Vahn had coupled her into a deep and profound state of unconsciousness, Leviathan awoke feeling a sensation akin to weightlessness. Her belly had deflated back to its original size and contours, but she could still feel Vahn's presence lingering within her...
Looking down at the man sleeping peacefully with his face nestled within her cleavage, Leviathan honestly didn't know how to describe what she was feeling. A part of her wanted to scalp him with her teeth, devouring his brain in a single bite, but a growing part of her wanted to simply hold him close. As a creature whose being revolved around death, destruction, and torment, the desire not to kill was something completely alien to her...
Unfortunately, Leviathan was still an exceptionally prideful Dragoness, so, after three full minutes of staring at Vahn's face, she bared her teeth and growled, "You arrogant little prick...do I look like a pillow to you...?"
Since he hadn't actually been asleep, Vahn unhesitantly replied, "For now, that is exactly what you are..."
Before Leviathan could retort, a feeling of existential dread washed over her as most of her senses spontaneously dulled. When she realized what Vahn had done, she could only imagine her heart palpitating as her entire body had been transformed into a pillow.
Unable to speak, Leviathan telepathically communicated, "It was just a joke! A joke...!" in an understandably panicked tone. Fortunately for her, Vahn wasn't the type to excessively torment people.
"Relax...it's just an illusion..."
As if Vahn's words had made it so, Leviathan 'realized' her body was in the exact same position it had been prior to her becoming a bodypillow. The heart she had previously only imagined to be racing was beating like a drum in her chest, and, due to her panic, circuit-like lines of blue energy had spread across her body.
Despite feeling rage comparable to when Death had killed her, Leviathan was doing her best to suppress her usual fury as she grasped Vahn's hair and said, "Never do that again..."
"Mmm..."
Though he was tempted to tell her he could do whatever he wanted, Vahn didn't feel like bickering. Instead, he reached around to give Leviathan's fleshy butt a firm squeeze before biting her left nipple.
Feeling pleasure akin to electricity surging through her body, Leviathan clenched her teeth as her grip on Vahn's seemingly indestructible hair tightened. When he eventually reached between her thighs, raising her left leg, a throaty moan emanated from her throat as the sensation she had been longing for spread through her abdomen.
Compelled by her prideful nature, a smug, ostensibly ridiculing smile developed across Leviathan's face as she inquired, "What happened to making me serve you? Don't tell me you succumbed to my body after a single breeding session...how ridiculous..."
A stark contrast to her words, Leviathan was rocking her hips and biting her lip with very little input from Vahn. She couldn't stand that he hadn't been moving, so she felt compelled to take matters into her own hands.
Instead of responding to Leviathan's words, Vahn simply rolled onto his back, his penis smoothly sliding out of her despite her crushing, vice-like tightness. This caused the abyssal-black pupils of Leviathan's shimmering golden eyes to contract to thin slits, a visibly aggravated look marring her countenance as she shifted her gaze between Vahn's deadpan expression and his now flaccid member.
"You cheeky little..."
Though she had a veritable mountain of curses she wanted to cast upon Vahn, Leviathan's body was primed for breeding. She craved Vahn's seed, so much so that her instincts completely overwhelmed the other aspects of her personality. The moment his penis twitched, she completely forgot what it was she wanted to say, her hands and mouth gravitating towards the nearly forearm-sized appendage as her tail swayed excitedly behind her...
Caressing the top of Levithan's head, Vahn made a mental note to give her a chance to 'decompress' once they returned to the Empire. For now, however, a faint smile developed across his face as he said, "Good girl..."
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(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Izayoi is a Grade-A Asshat xD...','You can't oppose fate, Pest-chan...','Does this qualify as a Tsundere...?')

Unable to respond to Vahn's question via words, the shapely Dragoness grabbed his forearm before attempting to wrap her legs and tail around his waist and torso. At the same time, the vibrant blue runic halo behind her back began to emit thick bands of similarly blue lightning that ripped apart the surrounding space.
Though he managed to hinder the woman's tail with his free hand, Vahn's expression morphed into a deadpan as her thick and powerful legs locked around him. She was nearly 210cm tall, so, in his base form, the woman's thighs were almost as thick as his admittedly slender waist.
As his body began to swell up, Vahn pulled the woman's face closer to his own before pushing her away with enough force to send a small moon out of orbit. Due to her comparatively small size, she ended up tumbling away from him at relativistic speeds, her body crashing through the vibrant blue halo and energy-formed wings that had previously anchored her in place.
Not affording the woman any time to rest, Vahn instantaneously appeared in the path of her flight, his hands briefly gripping the tip of her tail before promptly letting go due to the massive gashes caused by her electric blue spines.
"Hmmm..."
Staring at the blood streaming and subsequently evaporating from his hands, Vahn allowed the mysterious Dragoness to arrest her momentum as he remarked, "Your body pulses with the energy of destruction...you're no ordinary scumbag..."
Snorting through her nose, the dark-skinned Dragoness flicked her tail to produce a large, crescent-shaped gash in the fabric of Space-Time as she said, "The heathens of the Little Garden believe you possess the Origin of all Pure-Blooded Dragons. However, I know of at least three that reign far beyond you. You may be powerful, Vahn Aldrnari Mason, but you will soon find out how truly inconsequential you are..."
Following her words, the dark-skinned beauty appeared to be trying to escape through the portal she had created. Vahn stopped this by raising his hand and closing the portal, but, at that exact moment, far exceeding the limitations of perception itself, a pitch-black bullet pierced through his heart.
Under normal circumstances, a blow to the heart would have very little effect on Vahn. However, when this particular bullet pierced his body, it was as if the concept of mortality itself had been superimposed onto his existence. It only persisted for a fleeting moment, but it was more than enough time for the bronze-skinned woman to charge forward, her body transforming into that of a black and blue eldritch monstrosity that only vaguely resembled a serpent-like dragon.
With a body hundreds of kilometers in length and a maw large enough to swallow a small mountain, the massive serpent was able to devour Vahn with a single snap of her jaws. The moment she did so, it was like he had been transported to a completely different world, one comparable to the hellish dimension generated by Azathoth.
Though there were spire-sized teeth infinitely undulating in an attempt to pull things towards the back of the Dragon's impossibly large throat, the things that left the deepest impression were the millions, if not billions of assimilated corpses reaching out in an attempt to restrain and tear apart anything that entered within. They were like an endless ocean of people, animals, and magical creatures crying out in pain yet eager to dispense as much as possible to anything unfortunate enough to find itself within their grasp. To make matters even worse, the Laws present within the strange dimension robbed anyone within of their powers...
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While Vahn was being pulled further into the hellish Realm that was her stomach, the dark-skinned Dragoness had an uncertain expression on her face as she tentatively caressed her exposed abdomen.
"Is it done? Did we get him...?"
Manifesting next to the woman in an outfit comprised almost entirely of ashen bones, pitch-black leather, and a shadowy shroud was a man with a helmet or, more accurately, a head resembling a demonic skull. In place of eyes, hellish flames burned within two malicious-looking sockets.
"I don't know...I can feel him within me, but he isn't being absorbed like a normal person..."
A stark contrast to the bold front she had put on earlier, the dark-skinned Dragoness felt more uneasy with each passing moment. She was immune to even the most potent poisons and toxins, but she was experiencing the same existential dread an ordinary person might feel upon learning they had just consumed something that would kill them.
Observing the Dragoness's reaction, the demonic, reaper-like individual paused for a moment before exacerbating matters as he manifested an ornate pistol carved from blackened bone and pulsing with ghostly blue energy.
"Do you have him under control or not...?"
Baring her razor-sharp teeth at the man, the paling Dragoness growled, "Death, you son of a bit-"
Without waiting for the woman to finish, the reaper-like man, one of the Avatars of Death itself, squeezed the trigger of his pistol. A pitch-black bullet traveling far beyond the speed of light emerged from the ghostly blue chamber, instantaneously piercing the center of the woman's head as he muttered, "No loose ends..." in a ghastly, bone-chilling tone.
Though she was immortal under normal circumstances, the bluish light pulsing through the draconic woman's scales instantly dissipated as she fell backward and started falling toward the ground thousands of meters below. Her body curled up in an instinctual fetal position, but the light had completely faded from her previously luminescent golden eyes...
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Noticing the surrounding space collapsing, much like the destruction of a Realm, Vahn ceased purifying the billions of damned spirits that had been trying to subsume him.
Furrowing his brows, Vahn spoke aloud, "Was this part of their plan? If so, they have successfully broken through the very foundations of my bottom line..."
Following his words, Vahn's domain exploded outward like an unstoppable sphere of glorious golden light. Wherever it passed, the destruction of the Realm altogether ceased. At the same time, the fleshy environment began to dissolve into motes of golden light as the tormented spirits within were instantaneously purified...
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Just as Death was preparing to return and report the completion of his mission, a golden light spontaneously erupted from the body of his former companion. Instead of pulsing with an electric blue, the ridges along her tail began radiating the purest, most glorious golden light that Death had ever observed. He could feel the energies within his body being purified, the hue of his eyes shifting from a hellish orange to a marginally lighter color as he remarked, "Impossible..."
In defiance of Death's utterance, the draconic woman's eyes snapped open, a similar golden glow emanating from her irises as she shouted, "I don't care what it takes! I'm going to rip you apart, you son of a bitch...!"
Moving far faster than her previous maximum, the draconic beauty tore away the arm Death had raised to summon his pistol. In the same motion, she sent him flying with a cataclysmic tail sweep that sent him crashing into the seemingly endless expanse of plains below with enough force to produce a crater several kilometers in diameter.
Far from finished, six sets of golden, distinctly angelic wings of light emerged from the draconic woman's back as a multi-tiered halo formed behind her. Death's eyes appeared to widen when he saw this, but due to his severe injuries, he couldn't so much as twitch his remaining pinky as a &nbsp;Dragon's Breath that seemed to blot out the entire sky promptly reduced him to dust...
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Immediately following Death's destruction, a young man with pure white hair and heterochromatic, ghostly blue, and fiery orange eyes awakened atop a throne comprised of the bleached bones of various creatures. He appeared no older than ten years old, but his true age predated the very concept of Time.
"Leviathan...that damned fool completely forgot our objective."
Exhaling a tired sigh that caused the few organic plants in the vicinity to rapidly age and decay, the youthful-looking boy alighted from his throne before manifesting a total of twelve wings; six covered in black feathers and the remaining comprised entirely of white bone.
Despite manifesting wings, Death didn't attempt to fly to his destination. Instead, he pulled out a deceptively simple-looking black scythe that was more than twice his size in length. The blade was long, thin, and black but otherwise nondescript. However, were anyone unfortunate enough to see their reflection in the blade's pitch-black surface, they would immediately find themselves staring back at their dead body, their soul trapped within for so long as the concept of Death itself existed.
Similar to Leviathan, Death opened a portal by slashing at the fabric of Space-Time. The difference was that Death's gave off a terrifying aura reminiscent of the Abyss. If anything 'living' attempted to pass through it, they would emerge from a shadow of their former selves; a being Death oft referred to as a Hollow.
Immune to the effects of the 'Abyss's Call', Death moved through the portal before immediately wincing as his body began to hiss, almost as if acid had been poured onto him. The cause was an indescribably beautiful woman whose only identifying feature was her veil of pure white hair. The rest of her features changed depending on the person observing her. In Death's case, she resembled the non-existent woman he correlated with his mother, a peculiar entity whose features and voice he could recollect despite the fact she had never existed.
Though staring at the woman caused the fluids within his eyes to boil and evaporate, Death didn't so much as blink as he calmly stated, "We failed to kill or capture the Sage Dragon Emperor. Leviathan's Avatara may have also betrayed us."
Without saying anything, the indescribably beautiful woman waved Death away. His body was forcibly expelled from the pristine white throne room before a woman with features nearly identical to Leviathan's appeared in his place. Then, with a wave of the light-formed beauty's hand, Levithan was seemingly erased from existence as tens of thousands of Gift Cards spread across the floor of the throne room...
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Feeling her connection to herself spontaneously sever, Leviathan's pupils contracted to thin lines as she nervously whispered, "That petty piece of shit really went and tattled on me..."
With her original likely erased from existence, the only thing preventing Leviathan from disappearing was the mysterious energy surging through her body. She knew Vahn was the source, but she was unfamiliar with the concepts contained within. She assumed it was an amalgamation of Light and Creation Energy, but that didn't really explain how the collapse of her inner world was prevented.
Placing her hand on her abdomen, Leviathan's complexion regained a bit of its vigor as she muttered, "Well, whatever he's doing, I hope he doesn't stop. I may be a being of misery and destruction, but I'd rather not cease to exist..."
Noticing golden light gathering wherever her fingers grazed, Leviathan began drawing on her exposed abdomen. As far as she was concerned, she was already dead, so all she could do now was wait for Vahn to finish whatever he was doing inside her body. So long as she was able to retain her sense of self, she didn't mind serving a new Master; She sure as Hell wasn't going to go running back to the one that had erased her...
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(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Vahn is exceptionally experienced when it comes to dealing with female Dragons (O w O)...','My Concept of Death can't be this cute...!?','Once Vahn gets inside of them, no woman is ever quite the same...')

Chapter 2286: Forever Longing