Niobe and Felix glided low in the air, just above the topmost foliage of the trees. The two were riding pegasi—winged stallions reared at Mt. Radomir. They were hunting a herd of white devil-boars this evening. Niobe's pegasus was a double-striped black, while Felix's was a brown-white. They were roughly twelve miles outside the border walls of Theikos. It was a bold venture into the dangerous outlands, even for game hunters, especially since it was only the two of them out there. "Cura, take me!" Niobe screamed the goddess's name in joy over the deafening beating of wings. "This is amazing!" "Let us go hunting together in the evening… You know… Just the two of us," she had suggested to Felix in the morning. "I am tired of party hunts. A god-prime always watches over us, and we don't even get to flirt with each other." The Ascendancy Divine Government ruled over the mortal population of Theikos. The government members were categorized into princeps, priors, primes, and titans based

The two divine beings were locked in an amorous embrace, unclothed, female over male, goddess over god. Their lips overlapped, their tongues jousted. Niobe’s pelvis grinding over Felix found the mark, and the penetration happened abruptly.Both gasped in unison into the darkness. Niobe was louder, unwinding years of chastity, bellowing into the wilderness. She was haphazard at first, but then slowed her bounds to a tempo.The forest had come alive around them- insects chittering, sleeping birds awakening, and animals responding to their rhythm.Niobe tilted her head back and rode Felix, who found a deeper inroad into her. Her pupils set aflame, and her skin gleamed like gold. The goddess’ moans echoed sonorously in the clearing and beyond.The fruits born from the body are heightened for divine beings. The couple climbed together up to orgasm every second, but never really reached it. It was an extended journey of pleasure that felt more enduring than their immortal live

Niobe’s cry for help radiated from her like a tidal wave, resounding throughout the forest and reaching ears faraway.From the citadel on Mt. Radomir, a static pillar of light shot into the sky.The amputee goddess, not having witnessed the spectacle, prepared to have her life taken. She raised her face to the executioner of her lover. Up close, she realized it was indeed a lava golem, but sentient enough to do another’s bidding.A mindless creature animated with dark words.It would be harmless if not for the miasma bubbling inside it.“What are you?” she demanded frantically. “Who is your master?”The monster, with its trap opened wide, scooped out a fistful of the red ooze. It meant to blather its victim’s head with the bane.“I serve the nectar of a true god,” it explained fluently. “False god,” it added, pointing a rock finger at her, “Must die.”Niobe had lost the will to resist. She was a false goddess indeed. That the gods were immortal had been prove

Damon was a nobody. Damon could be anybody.His talents lay in blending into populations and fulfilling clandestine tasks assigned to him. He could be a farm-boy today and an ordinary trader the next.He could be a member of the Town Vigil, patrolling the streets one day, and be a petty thief on the other.He could be a wealthy merchant this day and a beggar the following.Damon was eighteen years old but could pass as a younger or older person with ease. Disguise and deception were his modus operandi. He had no elemental powers as such but was an undeclared peculiar of a high order.Damon could manifest small, handy items out of thin air. The conjured item could be a weapon, a tool, a pouch of food, a few coins. As long as he could imagine the object, the boy could successfully produce it.However, he had realized through terrible experiences that using the ability took a toll on him.Once, during a drawn-out battle with a group of mercenaries, Damon had summon

Felicity was lucky. If she, as little as stumbled, there was someone or something to give her support. Something always broke her fall when she tumbled down while climbing trees. Her lost jewelry always found its way back to her. Of course, her good fortune went way beyond such trivial relief. Nevertheless, she had never dared to tempt fate. Tarsus walked on silently. It seemed to Felicity that he was not one to talk much unless it was necessary. Unlike Damon, he had not raised a single question. “I am having trouble believing anything you say,” Damon asserted. “You are a beautiful damsel that I cannot deny. However, I will not spill any facts about my abilities.”“I know of them already.”“What?” Damon turned to Tarsus.” Yasou, beanstalk! Did you hear what she said? Do you trust this witch?”“I believe her, runt.”“This is so endearing,” Felicity chimed in, “The two of you have nicknames for each other already.”“Then go ahead and tell the girl your abilities