Becoming a Soul Warrior!

I lamented my current spot within a beige void. After enjoying ourselves, Syeda sent me here to await for the transport to the last Soul Weapon creation, sending me away with a passionate kiss and hiding my weapons within my soul. A new weapon was good and all, but did we really had to stop after our fifth round? Syeda looked like she was beyond pregnant with how much cum was packed within her and I wanted to see if I could get her larger. I also wondered if she was truly pregnant, as even though I willed it so, and I had the backing of my Wedding ring from Rebeza which should make any pregnancy possible, I had no way of knowing if I had succeeded. Oh well, something to find out later when I see her, I guess.

I didn't have to wait much longer before the void shifted and swirled into a picturesque view of a valley, and awaiting me was a man, unfortunately. He wore featureless white hooded robes that covered his entire body and the only spot where some detail could have been, the face, had a nondescript white mask, not even possessing eyes. The figure neither turned nor twitched at my appearance, merely began talking in a monotone voice.

"Greetings to you, one of the few with a strong soul. I am the herald of the Council, a group who, in their benevolence, seek to empower worthy souls with powerful tools. Tools that can smite the wicked and defend the weak, or perhaps, if such is your nature, can also bring you fortune unending and inspire adoration in many. Either way, as long as you listen to the wisdom of the Council and help them when able, then all that and more is yours. Do you accept?" He finished the same way as he began, bland and uninterested. My empath abilities, which I have gotten use to thanks to Ashley, also confirmed that. The man in front of man truly didn't care about any of this and was only doing what he was told to. I really miss Maka and her enthusiasm now.

"I accept." The man before me gave a simple bow of his head, the only sign of acknowledgement so far.

"Then I welcome you, mortal, to the Village of the Soul Smiths." At this he turned his whole body to his side and lifted one hand towards the center of the valley. Like a mirage lifting, a village came into view, quickly gaining more details in seconds, and soon after sounds of life came as well. He lowered his hand and turned back to me. "It will be one of our smiths that reside here that shall assist you in forming and making it. You have been summoned here for the considerable strength of your soul, be it dormant or impassioned, pure or vile, human or monstrous. Beings like you across the Multiverse, whose souls shine brighter than all the rest, are summoned here everyday to be given the gift of a Soul Weapon: a weapon that will bond to your Soul and become a part of your very self. Do you need time to walk amongst the town to get use to what has happened, or are you ready to continue."

Huh, actually being given time to get use to everything, how kind of them. No doubt there was a library within that town, which would provide some much needed info about the Council and maybe the academy. Even knowing what was commonly known about them from the people living in the village would be greatly appreciated.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer of getting some thinking time." At my words, the man before me nodded his head, and my senses picked up an emotion different than the boredom the man only showed this entire time, approval.

"A smart choice a rare few actually choose. Take as long as you like, for the time here is separate from the time elsewhere. Spend a minute or a year here, either way, only a single second would pass on the outside. You are allowed to peruse the archives stored here to your hearts content, as long as you respect books and tomes there and are not too loud. A room shall be given to you at the tavern here and you can expect a breakfast at 8 a.m., lunch at 12 p.m., and dinner at 6 p.m. There are activities here for you to enjoy and all such things can be learned at the tavern. When you want to leave this place, whether to start your adventure or because you crave something new, then just go to a smith of your choosing, forge your weapon, and at such a time, I shall appear again to send you on your way." I couldn't help but gawk at the man for his words.

"You make it sound like there is no time limit." The man in white gave a small nod.

"Correct. By the grace and benevolence of the Council, this land is not tied to the time outside and is immune to the very concept of scarcity, so there is no rush to send you away. The longest person to stay here was thirteen years, two months, and five days, and when he walked the outside world once more, he was returned to his prime. Let this knowledge sink in, and fill you with conviction. This command over time and space could be used for your benefit, should your service to the Council be particularly great." With his final words, he faded away, as though someone slowly lowered his opacity in photoshop, until I could no longer perceive him.

After a minute of standing there, waiting for something to happen or someone to come from the village to talk to me, nothing occurred. Shrugging my shoulders, I walked towards the town, ready to finally answer some questions.

TWO MONTHS LATER:

I woke up slowly, and noticed that I was alone in bed. Unusual, as most ladies who keep me company at night, stay for a repeat. I was not too shocked though, as the girl I took was a fellow Soul Warrior who didn't particularly hesitate when choosing what she wanted. She made the, uh, interesting choice of going with Aliquam: The Tattooist as her smith, as well as wanting the Eternal Crucible to be used. Great power and all that aside, the pain and the lost of her right arm seemed like an unwise decision, but to each their own. The reason why I wasn't shocked she wasn't in bed with me, was because she already made her choice.

From what I read, as soon as a weapon was made, your time amongst this paradisal realm became short, really short, like, a few seconds short. Only her begging that she should stay to recover from the ritual she went through allowed her a single day, and a most wonderful night thanks to yours truly. No doubt she expected to be able to choose when to leave, yet that was not how things worked here. Most likely, she will wake up in a safe enough location with some bare essentials. I couldn't hold back my sigh at the thought of most likely never seeing her again. Her warm personality mixed with her exotic Graviton Ore skin, silky black hair, and piercing yellow eyes made her the best company I have had since living here. It was fascinating to see how the fusion rune she chose, seamlessly blended metal and flesh together with no issue. I had first hand experience of how such a blend reacted to touch and can confidently say that her nerves were just as normal as any other person. The fusion also had made her fem cum somewhat metallic in flavor, though that wasn't too shocking. I had no doubt that not only will she survive but even dominate wherever she goes, as I did give her the same magic item as I gave Maka, albeit with a different design and color. Unfortunately, the likelihood of her going to Ruyanei like I was, was slim to say the least. And even if she did, the chance of us finding each other on such a massive planet with millions of potential obstacles was beyond miniscule. Putting aside my thoughts of Nadia, I set about getting ready for my day.

Putting on all my clothes and items made me remember all the experiments I have done, and all the people I had met. A glance at my dick as I was pulling up my boxers revealed the cock ring I had worn for the last couple of months. The cock ring that enables Mana Pregnancy. After studying it for a few seconds, I was made aware to a whole flood of memories returning, memories of my past lives. If I remember right, it was my thirtieth life, in which I was particularly lustful, and when faced by a harem the size of a town, made something to help all the pregnancies that one might expect to happen when a horney man was surrounded by thousands of women who desired little else than sex. The Ring of the Breeder was the answer to the problem, yet not in ways that most sane people would expect. Instead of, you know, contraception to not have to deal with the hassle of an infinite stream of children, my past self thought to, instead, make pregnancies better and more enjoyable for the women. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for impregnating as many women as physically possible and amassing a humongous harem, yet more pregnancies was not the solution for the overwhelming amount of babies being born a day. Leaving the foolishness of my past self behind, The Ring of the Breeder was just as powerful and potent today as it was all those eons ago. My preferred Mana Pregnancy set up: (Chains of Olympus x2)

Blessings:

Power

Vitality

Inspiration

Dreams

Life

Gestation:

Hidden

Twins(x3)

Pleasurable

Release

Gifted

Suspend

Burdens:

Assistance+2

While I felt bad about not telling the mothers about the pregnancies, I had ****. From reading about the nature of this village, the people who lives here are not allowed to get pregnant, less a law of man and more a law of nature. Their seed and eggs are suppose to be worse than barren, yet I have confirmation that I can indeed bypass that barren status. As I have no desire for the Council to look too closely at me, the mothers will just have to experience a nice surprise. Speaking of mothers, or more specifically, the mothers of my children, amongst the many who can call themselves such are all the ladies of this village and the passing female Soul Warriors I seduce. Neither group was overly hard to convince to join me in bed, as the village ladies are very interested in being with a man that they have not known for thousands of years, unlike the males that inhabit the village. There was no hatred involved, yet variety is truly the spice of life, especially for these ladies. As for the Soul Warriors, whether virgin or not, I was quite experience at convincing them that the start of their great adventure should obviously be the greatest night that they shall ever know. I truly do regret ruining other men for them, as every other lover besides me shall be dull and unable to please them, just one of the many traits of The Glow.

Stepping out the door, I walked down the stairs of the tavern I had stayed in, for the last time, for it was now time for me to take my leave. I had already told the village and they threw the best orgy that I could remember two nights ago. I strode out the door, being careful to not be seen by any girls. If they found me, then it wouldn't be long before they convince me to stay for another week, just like last time. As I walked to the edge of the valley, where the forge of Godai: The Elementalist existed, I thought back on what I had decided and learned of my weapon-to-be, during my time here.

1. Soul Strength: My weapon will be indestructible and can only be destroyed upon my ****. If I was somehow revived, my weapon will be also. Otherwise, it will never break, dull, rot, or rust.
2. Soul Match: No one but me can wield my weapon. If anyone attempts to use it in any capacity as a weapon, it will be extremely burdensome, and they won't be able to control any of its runes or other special properties. However, my allies will be able to lift and carry it if I so chose. Foes will still be able to remove it without difficulty if I embed it into their flesh.
3. Soul Sense: I cannot lose it. While I can't necessarily summon it to you (though there are perks for that), I will always sense exactly where it is. Even if it is somehow lost or stolen, or falls somewhere irretrievable, it will magically reappear in a safe place where I know I can find it the next day.
4. Soul Savant: I will quickly become adept at using your weapon. I still have to train to improve, but will learn at an accelerated rate even if it is an extremely unconventional or bulky weapon. I'll even gain strength quicker. This skill will extend to other weapons of the same Class, though only the weapon that I forged here will be Soul-bound.
5. A wand was the go-to choice for a mage and even provides an additional rune, on top of furthering the range of my runes.
6. Magicite was a very neat material for mage weapons and items, giving my wand some truly unique abilities and a cool aesthetic.
7. Since I had chose Godai: The Elementalist, I had to choose runes who all share the same element, and after thinking about it, I chose Prana. All the powers I had gained would help me greatly in combat, yet would do jack shit if one of my lovers got hurt, or even sick. Now was my chance to gain some much needed healing abilities. Recovery to heal fatal wounds and Cleanse to take care of illnesses and dark magic. I also chose Faunalis, as having a mount be truly obedient to you is beyond useful for traveling. The boost to my magical strength from Godai is also extremely enticing for me, just like Tifaenium and Faelloy was.

I was truly tempted by Brihm: The Lifegiver and her offer to expand my harem of Soul Weapon girls, yet decided otherwise. I, over the course of my journey, shall romance many ladies and most will, hopefully, stay with me indefinitely. So the addition of one more Soul Weapon girl was not enough to outweigh the potential jealousy of my two already existing Soul Weapons. Also because she was the most insistent of the women I have bed, saying that I should stay here for as long as possible. Choosing her would no doubt be a sure way to be convinced to stay longer, as I rarely could refuse any women begging me to stay with her. This also removed Bellona and Saiho as well for the same reason. All three was going to get quite a shock when they suddenly feel the signs of going into labor.

Speaking of my Soul Weapon girls, I had learned that they had become dormant within my hammer space, as a note from Syeda said. Apparently that was the best way to hide them from the Council. Once I was on Ruyanei, all I had to do was hold them and they will awaken.

I came upon the spot that every thing I have heard and read said would be where Godai was. I needn't wait long for confirmation, for a four armed man came from beneath the anvil-shaped altar. Metallic flesh that seemingly tried its hardest to appear human and failed miserably was joined by a distorted human-esque face. When a second passed after its appearance, it spoke slowly, breathily, in five separate voices, all at once. Everything about him was unnerving and inhuman, and only the hours of study that I put towards finding out all about him had prepared me enough to stand resolutely before him.

"Ho, traveler, seeker of runes. Do not be alarmed. Unpronounceable is my true name; to mortals, I am Godai, embodiment of the elements themselves. Do you know, mortal, that Runes of singular form can harmonize?" As it spoke, its facsimile of a mouth did not move, and at its question, it merely tilted its head. "Yes, yes you do know. You are unlike the others who stumble upon me, in ignorance or foolhardiness. You come with the weight and might of knowledge, thus I shan't talk more useless words. Tell me of your choice, and I shall make it so."

What followed was me telling the smith my choices and him working on fulfilling them. It was interesting to see him work, to watch as flames and mists of many colors and intensities leapt at his will, eager to turn the mass of Magicite that he summoned into a wand that I had desired. It was a wait of two hours and then it was done or so I thought.

With a flash of purple light, I felt a connection form with the wand that Godai held, yet it was faint. He gently picked it up and inspected it. At that moment, when he turned to look at me and spoke in his weird tone of voice, a tone now mixed in with a vacant quality, as though he was merely talking to himself, I felt the burn of the chains, a burn I hadn't felt in two months.

"It, it is not done. Another Smith shall finish it, and shall give it more runes, an equal amount as-as-as I did." The wand fell out of his hands, as Godai seemed to fight whatever state of mind he was in. I quickly caught the wand before it hit the ground and hurried away, hoping that the effects of the chains had not permanently affected the smith. As I walked in the general direction of the town, I thought of who else to go to, and what other runes I would choose, or at least if I could even choose any runes besides those tied to the Prana element because of the restrictions that Godai had.

Eventually I decided on Wayland, as the armors he makes are given the trait of strengthening the runes the Soul Warrior chose, almost like what Godai did. I tried not to attract any attention as I made my way to the warehouse that my second smith called a forge, which sat amongst a field of boulders. The buff, brown haired satyr turned to me, as though he was expecting me.

"I knew you would come, you are wise-" His words were cut off as his eyes fell upon the wand in my hand. He spoke again, in the same tone as Godai did, like he was merely musing to himself. "I see, I know what must be done. A Soul Weapon need to be made as though two were merged into one. Choose another material, three more runes, and your partner shall grace this world." I had a sense that Wayland didn't talk like that normally, and from what I read about him, all the accounts confirmed that he was acting weird. I almost felt bad for allowing the chains to do what they are doing, yet the extra power is truly needed. I chose Sacred Ashwood and Wayland did not protest, though would whatever he was going through allow him to do so?

For the runes, I first tried to chose Squall, yet Wayland answered my unspoken question, and denied my choice, saying that I had to stay within the element of Prana. Not that bad of a handicap, all things considered. Since there was no other choices, I received Aquifer, Terramancy, and Verdant which I was actually happy with, as each had their own uses. Once the choices were made, Wayland got to work. His hammer came down again and again, purple sparks coming off as each blow helped to merge the Magicite wand with the Sacred Ashwood that Wayland took from a golden, rune-etched chest nearby. I had both an instinctual sense and an intellectual knowledge that said that what I am seeing should be impossible. Yet regardless of what should and should not happen, Wayland eventually finished with a final strike and an explosion of purple sparks. He took the wand into his hands and ignored whatever heat it must have radiated, and brought it to me.

The wand was made of a smooth blueish wood, about seven inches in length and was thicker than I expected. It glowed with the amount of runes that was carved into it, which is weird because I didn't see Godai or Wayland do any wood work. Outside of the runes and the fact that the point of the wand was more needle-like that expected, there was not much more details, though between its seven inches and the space the runes took, I doubt there was room for anything else. I looked towards Wayland to thank him, yet saw him heading towards a door on the opposite wall than the one I came in from, rubbing his head and muttering to himself. I really do hope that he gets well soon.

Not much later after Wayland left, than the same all-white masked man appeared before me, acting as though two months had not passed, yet maybe for him that was true. No words were spoken, he merely appeared before me and snapped his fingers and I appeared once more into the beige void. I thought to bring out my Soul Weapon girls, yet hesitated, as Syeda's note specified to awaken them on Ruyanei. I had neither the knowledge nor the power to dispute what she said, so I decided to keep them asleep just to be safe.

I looked at my list and saw the last opportunity to gain more power and couldn't help but grimace.

Jar of Mind Worm Juice

I stowed my wand away into my hammer space and drank the juice before common sense could stop me, and tasted, as the list said I would, a hint of grape juice. I hadn't the time to actually process that, before I fell through the 'ground' of the Beige void.