An audience with the "deity" and its consequences…

You and the elite warriors accompanying you enter the Sacred Palace of the Sovereign.

A fleeting glance at the faces of the supermutants by your side reveals that each of them is currently gripped by a sense of profound awe and anticipation - an eagerness to stand before the mighty Deity, whose will is, quite naturally, accepted by all who dwell in the Great Olkor as absolute law.

You recall experiencing that same euphoric, reverent excitement yourself…

Not so long ago (before the events that unfolded in that accursed, ancient underground laboratory) you, too, felt something of the sort.

"Why do I feel nothing of the kind now?! What has become of me?! Am I cursed?! I can no longer sense the Deity’s voice or His benevolent influence… It must be that vile, toxic gas - the substance that seeped into my body in that cramped subterranean chamber, amidst the bones of the worthless weaklings who perished in that wretched place…" - you struggle to keep these panicky thoughts (pulsing through your mind like a gaping, blood-soaked wound on a warrior struck down by a blade) from showing on your face.

Meanwhile, you and your retinue make your way along the long central corridor…

Numerous smaller passages, leading to secondary chambers, branch off from this main artery…

A cacophony of sounds spills from these side corridors: the laughter and joyful chatter of supermutants-warriors; the boastful recounting of trophies won; the distant, guttural growl of a direhound; and, cutting through it all, the sorrowful wailing of a human captive.

Wisps of grayish smoke shroud the space through which your group moves. However, this gaseous substance poses no problem for any of you (after all, you aren’t pathetic weaklings like the "hummies").

Finally, you all enter a spacious hall…

The flickering light of fluorescent lamps…

Something resembling a robotic conveyor belt, long since broken down…

A great deal of shattered electronics, along with a couple of functioning computer terminals…

Numerous rusted metal tanks lining the walls…

Inside the tanks, a viscous, grayish-green liquid gurgles, giving off vapors…

To an outsider, all of this might mean very little - but to any inhabitant of the Great Olkor, this place is regarded as a "holy of holies"...

And so, you and the warriors accompanying you move forward.

A short flight of stairs…

A platform that rises above everything else in the chamber…

At last, you all approach the Divine Throne with reverence.

Your companions drop to their knees in awe; one of them crawls a bit further forward, rolling before him the trophy you risked your life to retrieve from a perilous underground laboratory - a place forgotten by almost everyone alive, buried deep beneath layers of desert sand.

A large, heavy metal barrel, hermetically sealing some mysterious substance, rolls slowly forward…

"Accept this trophy! O divine Sovereign of Existence! Your will has been carried out—of the entire squad of warriors, only one survived, yet he succeeded in reaching the goal..." - supermutant-warrior’s words are addressed to the figure seated upon the throne - a being larger than any of you.

The shadow of the figure sitting upon the throne appears immense…

In the past, you wouldn’t have even dared to look up…

But now… now, something in your psyche has shifted…

You raise your gaze and behold the one who sits upon the throne…

The throne itself is a chaotic assemblage of disparate "elements" (shattered remnants of ancient computer terminals, rusted scraps of metal, and various "accoutrements" such as human skulls and long, vertebral spines). Upon it sits a creature with a massive, four-meter-tall frame (far exceeding the typical three-meter height of a super mutant), possessing a broad torso and chest- with a girth equal to that of two super mutant warriors combined.

Its grayish-green skin is covered in pulsating growths. In addition to two exceptionally long, muscular arms, the creature possesses a pair of even longer tentacles, each sprouting from a shoulder.

The creature’s head bears a striking resemblance to the faces of other supermutants-warriors - even, in a way, to your own.

Yet, this "ordinary" head is not the true seat of its intellect…

Embedded within the creature’s muscular chest is a grotesque, shriveled face - one that contorts through a shifting array of emotions, as if it were "fused" directly into the flesh.

Large, violet-hued eyes - set into this "chest-face" - seem to radiate a potent psionic force, crushing the will of everyone present in the chamber.

With incredible speed, those eyes scan each member of your group…

Including you…

You sense a powerful external will piercing your mental defenses, probing your surface-level memories…

Long, grueling searches across the wasteland…

A journey into perilous subterranean ruins…

A bloody battle…

The deaths of your warbrothers…

A mysterious trophy, for the sake of which you nearly lost your life…

The other supermutants-warriors are far more susceptible to this psionic influence - you notice some of them even moaning in a kind of reverent ecstasy, nearly prostrating themselves.

It feels as though, in another moment, the gaze of those large, violet eyes will delve deeper - examining your feelings, your thoughts, uncovering every last fragment of your consciousness…

And then, this colossal creature will discern your "apostasy"!

For, in this very moment, you feel no ecstatic faith; you do not perceive this powerful and dangerous being as a deity!

What once defined your state of mind has vanished…

With chilling clarity, you realize that this creature, enthroned in such majesty, is just as mortal as everyone else present. Indeed, within that terrifying gaze of violet eyes lies great power and authority - yet the wielder of this power is still made of flesh, bone, and blood…

Just like any other mortal…

And yet, true divinity implies transcending the limitations of a mortal, material shell…

You tremble slightly, sensing that such "blasphemous" thoughts of yours will be "read" in a matter of seconds, and that an inevitable, agonizing, and fatal retribution will befall you…

However, the gaze of the large violet eyes - set within the grotesque "face" upon its chest—shifts toward your precious trophy…

A deafening roar of triumph echoes throughout the vast expanse of the "throne" room…

"AGGGRRGGGHHH!!! AT LAST! THE SUBSTANCE IS MINE!" - the creature’s two heads cry out in unison, caught in a frenzied fit of exultation.

Two long tentacles lash out with lightning speed, coiling around your trophy and dragging it toward the foot of the throne.

"I COMMAND! REWARD THE WARRIOR! AND BRING ME MEAT FOR GAME!" - the "deity" bellows these orders, which resonate as commanding echoes within the minds of every supermutant-warrior (though, for you, they manifest only as faint, distant reverberations).

Bowing respectfully, you and your companions depart from the throne room. From a distance (near the door) - you glance back briefly and catch sight of the obsequious devotees, who have arrived from another corridor, presenting the "deity" with the "meat" it requested: "meat for game"...

It is…

A slender, young, "hummie"-girl, her beautiful, large, black eyes wide with horror.

Her delicate, bronze-toned skin is covered in wounds, burns, and bruises.

Curly black hair falls to the middle of her back.

She has large breasts with prominent nipples.

A narrow waist, and wide, plump buttocks.

She doesn’t stand a chance…

Tentacles coil around her frail body, hoisting it abruptly eight meters into the air.

The girl’s screams are cut short as one of the tentacles forces its way into her mouth.

With equal dexterity and speed, a second tentacle penetrates her cunt.

The fragile female body is skewered - much like the skinned carcass of a lizardmole, ready to be roasted and devoured.

To the accompaniment of the "deity’s" thunderous laughter and the wet, squelching sounds of flesh, the long, massive tentacles begin to fuck the young female body with savage intensity.

High above, the girl sways like a marionette…

In a sense, that is exactly what she is - a mere puppet of the one who sits upon the throne here.

You look away and exit the "throne" room.

Not a shred of sympathy for the pathetic little "hummie-bitch" crosses your mind.

A pathetic, weak bitch…

Meat for fucking, which will soon become meat for eating…

You have always despised weakness - only strength commands respect.

Yet, a realization of a "blasphemous" reality has taken even firmer root in your mind, sparking further reflection: "This creature… calling itself the 'Sovereign of Existence' is no deity at all… Mortal flesh… Passions and emotions typical of mortals… Everything points to the obvious: this creature is mortal… Therefore, I need not submit to its will, nor serve it… I can… I can forge my own path… I can… create my own throne! But how, exactly, could I pull off something like that?"

A touch on your shoulder pulls you from these thoughts - thoughts that, fortunately, the master of this place did not manage to "read", as he is currently preoccupied with fucking the tender holes of a young "hummie"-slut.

"Hey! You! Follow me! The Sovereign’s order! You’re getting a reward!" - one of the elite supermutants-warriors gestures for you to follow, leading you into one of the smaller side corridors.