God of Mimics

This is the story of how I became a horny, slimy, tentacle covered sex monster at the behest of two insatiable goddesses of darkness. I won’t bore you with the knitty-gritty details and the lengthy conversations (read monologues) from them. Nor will I bother recounting the negotiations taken with the peculiar twink of an angelic being. If it means anything, I did manage to take a swig from the weird, bubbly fountain of glowing water when the goddesses stepped away for a brief moment. To cut to the chase, I will just list out below the culmination of cosmic manipulation that transformed my immortal soul. Enjoy, and I’ll let your imagination do the rest.

Core: Arcane (Perk – Mindbend)

Size: Human (Perk – Old Shoes)

Family: Erosarkic (Perk – Carnation Conquest)

Package: Complete Package (Add-Ons – All: Breeding, Mindbreak, Ryona)

Powers: 1) Status Effects, 2) Ovipositor (Perk of Demon King’s Heart)

Class: Sorcerer

Cheat: Demon King’s Heart (Gain 2nd Power)

Angelic Oaths: Respect Sacred Ground, Love Humanity

Angelic Blessings: Angelic Protection, Humanity, Domain, Immaculate Conception

Divine Miracles: Mark of Submission, Pure Land

It should come as no surprise that any deal or arrangement made with beings of vast and incomprehensible power might have the potential to go wildly off the rails with little warning. I thought I had been prepared for that. After all, the Angel’s Feather of Protection woven into my newly pulsing arcane core was well worth the cost of an oath if it meant having a fail-safe against those overpowered heroines stalking the earth. I had taken every possible add-on just to add to the weapons in my arsenal (can’t put too many eggs in one basket afterall), and had picked Pure Land with the intention of biding my time and building up XP before getting into too much trouble. I expected that at some point the mere fact of my existence would cause disturbances and raise alarms. What I didn’t anticipate was it all going sideways literally in the first 10 seconds.

To recap – once my modifications had been made by the dark goddesses, the slightly more annoying of the two had conjured a gateway and dropped me through. Ariel managed to intercept me in some sort of pocket realm to give me his own gifts. After that was finished, reality had caved in and I started falling again back down to this new plane(t) below. The best way to describe the sensation was that I had essentially taken the place of a shooting star, hurtling to ground far, far below. My memory is kind of fuzzy as it all happened in a flash, but I do seem to recall having been about to bare down on what seemed like a calm and peaceful alpine region with lots of tall trees and mountains capped with snow.

I say "about to", as I never arrived at the destination intended by my dark celestial patrons. Instead, as I streaked across the sky in a sheath of brilliant red flame, a ritualistic chanting broke into my mind across the screaming and hissing sounds of wet slimy flesh against burning atmosphere. The sensation like a hook latching itself to my chest and yanking me backwards filled my consciousness, and in a bright flash I felt myself pulled across reality in a twisted tunnel of inky blackness and brilliant starbursts.

Instead of falling through the sky, I was now falling through nothingness – or rather, dragged forcefully down through an otherwise weightless void. Try as I might, no movement allowed for any directional gain. The invisible sinkline wrapped around my being could not be interacted with in the slightest, let alone severed. Helpless, I had **** but to yield to the relentless pull, and allowed it to continue dragging me down towards a small pocket of eerie red light that emerged from the void.

Convinced I had been detected by the heroines and obliterated before even starting my sex monster adventure – I had figured this was either the beginning of **** that awaited me, or something much worse like the timeless realm of Apollyon that Ariel had mentioned.

As the red circle of light approached me – or rather as I hurtled towards its yawning mouth I braced. For ****, for pain, incineration, endless ****, a stream of possibilities each worse than the last. Somewhat anti-climactically, the only thing I experienced upon crossing the portal was to be immediately slamed face first (or at least if I had had a face at that point) into a rough-hewn stone surface. BOOM – SPLAT.

Semi-conscious from the impact, everything came into focus….slowly. But first, a brief description. My new form is … for lack of better words, un-appealing. Consisting mainly of squelching fleshy appendages ranging in colour that pulsed from gray to pink to scarlet, I was a puddle of goop lying on a cold stone floor. I had no eyes, no ears, no visible extrusions or orifices in any discernable way. Despite this I was somehow able to form a near-perfect image of my surroundings through some as yet unknown biological or magical process. The view was disorienting to say the least – as my field of vision was a complete 360 degrees in all axes other than the floor I laid on.

An overwhelming survey and a moment to try and process all of the new inputs led me to draw the following scene in my mind. I sat (or rather – pooled) in a near perfect circle in some sort of basement or dungeon. The reason for this – a crimson border painted around me, complete with symbols, patterns, runes, and connecting lines in a web of complex design. Upon taking this border in, a set of thoughts began whirring in my brain(? If I still had one), almost against any intentional or conscious thought. After a moment I realized it must have something to do with my newly minted Sorcerer Class abilities as comprehension plugged itself into my knowledge. What had seconds ago been meaningless squiggles on the ground were now perfectly intelligible arcane formulae. Words of binding, spells of protection, sigils of warding, commands to appear, and a dozen other magical properties and fail-safes. It didn’t take a genius to figure out my predicament – I had been trapped into a Summoning Circle.

My examination of the circle and subsequent investigation into how to escape it were cut short by a frustrated whine of a groan. Focusing on the new input, I swiveled my view and tried to zoom in on the source. Lying flat on her back, tangled in a mess of robes and tassels, was a girl. A human girl by the looks of her. No pointy ears or animal tails visible anyways. She had glossy, curly hair and a wide brimmed wizards hat, floor length black and red robes, and a number of sashes with decorative tassels corded around her waist like some sort of belt. The extensive fabric concealed most of her body, although an educated guess would say that based on her build she had curves for days and a fantastic ass – albeit probably a little flat in the chest. Bright purple eyes (not something you see every day) took in the mess she had caused.

Around the girl in a messy pile was an old dusty tome with a thick spine and crumbling pages covered in what looked like a copy of the circle entrapping me. A tiny puddle of blood and a silver dagger laid strewn atop the outermost edge of the circle’s border. Incense bowls, lit candles, burning herbs, and another pile of scrolls were strewn throughout the immediate area. The main space of the room was taken up with myself and circle. A small chest, a bookshelf, a table with a single crooked chair, and a barely passable bedroll of some kind stashed in the corner were the only other adornments. A torch ensconced next to an iron-bound wooden door and an assortment of candles were the only light – other than the faint red glow emitted by my circle.

“Ugh what a mess.” The girl groaned again. “Another bust. That one sent me flying. Going to have to adjust the formula to account for knockback. The next one will throw me through the wall if I’m not careful.” She stood up gingerly, adjusting robes and wiping off dust before moving carefully to pick up her things.

It soon occurred as she meandered around that this girl had not noticed me! Upon closer inspection, my new sense of not-quite-vision determined that there was a fine cloud of fog and smoke in the air! My arrival must have triggered some sort of reaction to put up the obfuscation. My enhanced monster senses had little trouble penetrating the haze – but this witch was left completely unaware.

Now that I was aware of the fog, I was also able to notice it was slowly settling, fading into nothing.

Hurry! I thought to myself. Have to come up with a plan. If the smoke settles and she notices me – who knows what might happen.

I thought for a moment and came up with two potential best courses of action. As a witch of some kind, this girl had clearly tried to summon some being or entity to her circle. I wasn’t particularly fond of the idea – and under no circumstances wanted to end up some eldritch experiment in a witch's lab. However, she was clearly inexperienced. From all observations she had been attempting to summon fruitlessly for some time if the bedroll was any indication. If I tried something dramatic and flashy, I could give myself the upper hand and take advantage of the situation.

Or;

I could be patient. The boundaries on the Summoning Circle were clearly demarked. As crudely as they had been painted, they thrummed with a power I knew I couldn’t overwhelm – yet. I could attempt to lay low under the fog as long as possible. Perhaps find a weakness in the spell logic to break out … or …the knife! When the girl goes to pick it up, if I get lucky her hand would be over the barrier wall – if even for a brief moment. It might be enough to reach out, grab her, and pull her inside….

Either way, I would have to do something fast. The arcane fog cover was swiftly dissipating. Without it, my presence would be immediately detected. Absent the element of surprise, there were far fewer options open to me – and they would likely be far less pleasant. What to do?!