Meeting a God in Prison

The Shadow God that had made my life a living horny hellhole was currently sitting in my prison… a prison he’d made into quite the homely scene.

Where once the blue velvet walls only housed a single uncomfortable wooden bench and open air toilet that I never used, now had a plethora of items inside. The bench now a full lounge couch that spread along the back of the prison, with a comfy purple blanket with royal golden trimmings along the rim applied to it, the toilet replaced with a calming water feature of a bonsai tree next to an endlessly flowing waterfall. All as plates of fruity food and alcoholic drinks scattered the floors I’d once been trapped in. With the shadow himself lounging on his side, taking leisurely care to pick a grape up and eat it.

Benzaiten. Powerful enough to take over the entire sea of souls, and the Velvet Room. Yet from first appearances, you’d never believe it.

He looked vaguely human, at least at first glance, with average-to-thin build and tall proportions, but obviously far more glowing than anyone outside of Ann when you give her praise. Long shining platinum hair that was both in a bun on top of the head, yet also cascaded down around the shoulders like a waterfall, quite literally too, as blue and green iridescent trickles of colour flowed down his glowing locks at irregular intervals. His skin was white too, almost porcelain in tone, glowing dimly with holy aura. He was radiating presence and power, even as he scratched at his open chest. The clothing was a mix of ancient and modern, like he’d walked into a thrift shop and picked out the most comfortable things he could find. An open light blue flowery kimono showing off his undefined pecs on top, with grey sweatpants as his trousers. Bare feet and a traditional Japanese lute leaning against the wall were the only other notable things. Without the glow, the only way to tell this guy was a God was the pink raiment that floated above him and over his shoulders.

I glared at his face, immediately getting out my knife and gun. His golden earrings jangled as Benzaiten chuckled at me, his thin lipped smile stretching far across his face. Those eyes… they were something else, a deep ocean of calm and chaos, brownish yellow irises that made my spine flare in worry. One of his small eyebrows, looking like thick black dots above his nose, raised towards me, “My my, I already know your gun is out of bullets, Renny. And do you really think a knife is gonna stop a reality changer?”

“Yes.” I growled, confidently pointing the blade towards him. This knife could definitely stop him, even God can bleed to ****, especially if you stab them enough times…

He frowned, then dropped the head he’d been propping up down so it lay against his couch, “Gah, forgot I can’t ask questions either right now… okay, this ain’t happening how I planned it. Will you drop the knife, please?”

My blade clattered against the floor. I probably couldn’t still use it to kill him from there, but he did say please.

“Thanks, du~de. Now, before I fuck up again, Imma just say we’re in a neutral zone for now. No more reality changing questions, that way we can chat mano-e-goddo.” He smiled, slowly getting up from his lying position, "I'm sure you're just like a buzz with questions. Go on, ask me anything you want."

That… I… where would I even begin?

I guess one thing to make sure…

“This isn’t some trick, is it?”

“Yes.” He replied, his thin lips immediately scrunching up to try and hide a smile, “Ahh! Gotcha!” The god laughed like he’d gotten me at all, didn't I just use the power to make it not a trick? Benzaiten got up from his chair still laughing to stretch himself out a bit as I just looked on in bafflement, “But yeah, nah, it isn’t a trick. I really did turn off the reality changer. You’re a smart cookie asking that first, that’s why I like you, dude! Now go on, Ren. That can't have been your only question.”

I watched for a few seconds as this ultimate power began picking up random trays from the floor. His weird demeanour aside, this was a good opportunity to get information out of him, I guess. I swallowed, having a million questions was almost debilitating, but I had to start somewhere... “I-”

“Ooh! Want any grapes?” Benzaiten had stood up to shove a plate of food in my chest, instantly interrupting me. Then another much heavier plate placed on top of the one I was suddenly holding, “Or wi~ne? You’re eighteen now, thanks to me might I add, so you should be partying it up!” He smiled as he walked past me out of the cell, placing a few more trays onto the arms of the frozen Velvet sisters and Igor’s desk.

Whatever question I had lined up got knocked right out of my head from that news.

“...you... you made me eighteen? What? What does that even mean?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah! You were, like, 16-17-ish I think last month. Bu~ut Benzaiten don’t fuck around with no minors. No pre-bloomed flowers get my abilities. That ain’t the kinda God I am.” He spoke proudly, placing a hand on his chest, “So I tweaked some ages between you and your friends, that one was 15 or something.” He said, pointing at Sumire before taking a bite of an apple and leaning on the rigid Margaret, “it’s crazy to me, mmph, that these fuckers let teens have ultimate power. Like, what the fuck, right? Let kids be kids!”

This was, by far, the weirdest interaction I’d ever had with anyone, ever. And I’d been blown by my teacher.

“Please… start from the beginning… why are you doing this?”

Benzaiten’s eyes went wide, “Oh shit, did I skip the monologue? Sorry, dude~” He chuckled apologetically while finishing the rest of the apple in one bite. Spitting out the core and then straightening out his kimono top, coughing a little to clear his chest.

It looked like he was prepping for a long spiel.

Clapping his hands once to begin, “So-and feel free to eat some peaches while I talk they’re super ripe.”

After a few seconds of silence, I begrudgingly took a peach.

“Nice! Anyway, back to the question at hand… the great question… ‘why’.” He nodded solemnly. Never thought I’d be this frustrated with a God, but this dude bro was starting to plague my nerves. The peach tastes nice at least. “I guess... who I am is a good place to start. 'Benzaiten' is what you called me, but 'Asphyx' is who I was as your Persona. I've been known as both, but you can call me Benjy if you'd like. I much prefer it than Asphyx: God of the Throat. It's so constricting, I much prefer God of the Flow~” The lute that I swore he’d left in the cell was suddenly in his hands and being strummed with expert timing, “Ow! Yeah! That's the 'why'! That’s my big motivation! My modus operandi~ I just wanna keep the flow going man~”

I hadn't expected him to be done so soon, but he really looked like he was satisfied with that answer as he strummed his lute some more. “...that’s it? What flow?”

“The flow, man!” He happily exclaimed, “The flow! The grooviest cats of all time: Humanity! Y’all party, drink, fight, write poems, plant food, make music, invent amazingly weird shit, and make fucking great TV.” I watched on as he spun around, listing all of humanity’s ‘greatest’ hits. What TV does he even watch? “Like, most Gods wouldn’t exist without you guys, right? We need you to praise us, and sometimes your wishes for, like, better yeast... makes the God of Yeast! And yet... other Gods see you and think ‘I know, I’ll wreck that flow to take control and make humanity all boring’ and… gah! That totally grinds my gears! You get me?”

…I mean, I’m following along as best I can, but I think I’ll need a bakers dozen fortnights to actually understand this. Humans made Gods? He was on humanity’s side? “Okay... I mostly get you... but, but why the reality changing then? Are you doing this just to fuck with me?”

Benzaiten had already gotten distracted by a bottle of wine he was trying to open, looking surprised I'd talked again, “Hm? …hmmm… am I?”

I rubbed my temple, “Sounds like you are…”

“Nah, I don’t think I am.” He responded casually, taking the cork in his teeth and ripping it from the top, “The reality changing is to make sure humans stay as chaotic and free as they can. The more you use your gifts, the more power I have, and the less shit stains like Yaldybathy has. You’re just the only one with the power to do it. ‘The fool arcana has infinite potential’ I think I heard these broads say once. That's the only way I can penetrate the barrier between our worlds using your voice.” He explained before downing half the bottle, “Ahh! Besides, this ain’t so bad, right? Think of me as the Genie to your Aladdin. I’m here to make all your wishes come true~”

Yeah right. If that was true, “Then undo everything!”

“Oh, not that wish. I’d rather not for now. Soz. Lol.” He playfully bonked himself on the head.

"Some Genie." I clicked my tongue.

"Oi, don't be like that. It's not like I made you do anything. You were the one asking all the questions, I wouldn't have made your friends horny for you if you hadn't literally asked for it!"

"I didn't know what I was doing! If I'd known I'd have at least undone it instantly!"

He snapped his fingers like he'd literally gotten an anime lightbulb moment, “Right! I have to explain how backsies work!”

“W-what?”

“Backsies. Like, you trying to change something that’s already changed. Basically, if you ask ‘do you wanna suck me off?’ then ask ‘do you not wanna suck me off?’ that’s a backsie. Trying to back out of a change. I’m the one that decides which rule to follow. Usually I say ‘no backsies’ and you have to go with the flow of your first question, but sometimes I’ll let you flow with the new one too. Like you said you have to cum four times a day, right? If you wanted to make it 10 then I’ll allow it, but no going down to one. That’s lame, and so that’s like, the one rule I’ve added.”

“It was three times.”

“Hm?”

“It was cumming three times a day.”

He looked a little sheepish, then turned away, “Oh… well, now it’s four. Whoops~”

I actually felt my balls getting heavier again. A swell of lust overtaking me as my cum counter literally grew an extra need, before anger pushed any horny I felt right back down.

“The fuck, man?! Gah! This is stupid! Why do you keep acting like I’ve already accepted this insanity?!” I barked, throwing my peach pip at him and kicking my knife up from the floor, “You’re fucking with people’s lives! I don’t care about whatever bullshit ‘flow’, you’re just taking away people’s choice to choose in a different direction! And using my voice to do it!”

There was another smile on his face, a mix of pity and pride, voice growing a few layers of seriousness, “Ah, Ren Ren Ren. Such strong morals… it’s honestly kinda cute... if a little overplayed. The other three just went with it, you know?”

“Fuck you! If you have all this power to ‘save’ humanity, why don’t you, like, cure cancer or something?”

A short sigh escaped Benzaiten's mouth before he shrugged noncommitally, “Yeah, alright.”

“And another th… eh?”

Another casual stretch of his arms, “If that's what it takes, then sure. I control all of reality, that kinda thing is just as easy as making you horny. Bing bang boom, I eradicated cancer, done. Happy now?”

I... I... I hadn't expected that to work... “...th-this better not be a monkey paw situation… like it’s all gonna grow back in a day or-”

“Nah man, nothing that cruel.” He waved his hand dismissively, “But, like, another thing I should explain while I'm here. I can choose what your open ended questions mean, okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"So, for example, I made the method to cure cancer praying to me every day." The expression he wore clearly showed he knew it was a bit scummy but he didn't really care, "Sure I get more power, but its small price to pay for loved ones to stay alive, is it not?”

Oh. Is... what are the ethics here? Was it a good thing, or evil? Had I really convinced him to cure cancer? That… praying? My hands were shaking in terror. “I… I guess… feels dirty, though.”

“Perhaps. But you didn’t specify how you wanted me to change reality, just to cure cancer.” He said while throwing his empty wine bottle into a random empty cell, “Be more specific with your questions if you want me to do something. I’m a cool dude, I’ll go with whatever you want unless it really fucks things up for me. Like, you asked that cutie redhead to stop earlier, right? But stop could mean her heart. Can you imagine if I just killed little Sumire? That was an option I could have taken, Ren, but I didn’t! I even resurrected her sister when you wanted me to! So stop treating me like I’m a douchebag already!”

My brain was actually hurting with all this information, “What?! What?! …what?!”

“Yeah, Kasumi and a car and… oh, it’s a whole thing. Look, she’s back alive now, thanks to us! So put down the knife. You can’t actually hurt me with that.”

He waved his hand and I suddenly realised he was right, the knife wasn’t going to do jack shit against him.

Benzaiten’s powers really were nearly infinite. He could do so much already, and if I continued to go down this path he was paving for me, I’d only make him stronger.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as someone who wanted to become the ruler of a school, or hurt their workers for profit, but tyrants come in all shapes and sizes. Benzaiten was just a different variant. He’s making me the fool tool, but he’s still changing reality on his own whims. Taking their own choices away from them.

“...I don’t deserve to be playing God.” I said, a determination growing in my heart, clenching the knife tightly as I moved it away from pointing at him… and towards my neck.

His face soured quickly, “Oi. Don’t do anything stupid.”

I gulped, feeling the blade tickle my skin, “Y-you’ll have no throat to use and no more harm will come to my friends. I’ll take curing cancer and resurrecting Kasumi. But I r-refuse to be a tool for your machinations. If this is what it takes…”

“It won’t be.”

I stopped my hand at his words, hoping it wasn’t a trick… but his face spoke to how truthful he was being.

“You’re not the only wild card, Ren. Spoiler alert, you already have someone on your team that I could use.” His tone was the most serious I’d heard it so far, “Or maybe I’ll just use one of the others. I control the Velvet Room, I can make them fools too. Maybe I’ll make Ryuji all powerful, I’m sure someone out there really wants that.”

“I… I…”

“All you’ll be doing is ending your life, and that'd be such a shame,” I can't tell what's genuine at all, especially as he mockingly pointed at his cheek like a tear was rolling down it. “I said that I don’t want to revert the world yet, but if you help me grow enough power to end Yaldaboth myself, then I’ll do I’ll let you do whatever. I’ll revert it all back, if you still want me to at the time, that is.”

Slowly I lowered my shaking blade, “...really?”

“Yes! Come on, I think I’ve proven how much I’m trustworthy by now. Ren, I keep saying it, but I like you and want you to stick around. So chill out, dude.” The God replied with a huff, “Things got a little tense there, but let me explain to you the deal. You wanna know the real kicker? All I want you to do is finish your plans for Sae’s Palace and change her heart.”

I gave him a confused look, “That’s it? I mean... we were gonna do that anyway.”

“Yeah, I know dude. Easy-peasy shit. A few weeks of this, doing your regular Phantom Thief thing, asking fun questions, maybe doing a few chores I’ll send to you later, then after that I should have enough power to protect humanity forever. Good deal, ehhh?”

Something about this deal with the devil was shady as hell, even as he extended his hand I felt massive amounts of trepidation. His words were too good. This kind of thing always had a catch.

But could I afford to turn him down? Sounds like he'd just replace me if I die or refuse. It's easy to deduce who he meant by 'another Wild Card' on the team, considering Morgana was already theorising that Akechi had more than one Personas to commit murders... damn, Akechi really should NOT get this power. That guy is unhinged, and I think eats leaves. Plus, if I have the powers, I might be able to figure out a way to use them to stop him, permenatly.

Benzaiten waved his hand encourangingly, trying to get me to shake it.

This was a bad idea. I'd already proven I can't be trusted with this power. Ann, Makoto, Haru, Futaba, Tae, Kawakami, Sumire... I was already more excited at the idea of a harem with them all than I was before. Was I already doomed to give into temptation? And can I really trust this God's word? He's trying to gaslight me into believing this whole escapade is my fault, but he's also admitted to influencing certain decisions in the reality changing. His bias to chaos could lead the whole world to ruin...

“...I still don’t know…”

Dropping his hand and face, Benzaiten groaned like a child, “Ugh, for real?”

“You told me I’ve accidentally changed everyone I care about! Guilt is gonna follow me around like a fucking truck hounds an isekai protagonist!” I growled back, shaking my head with growing determination, “You got the wrong guy. I’m literally going to go into hiding after this and never ask another question again. You may as well reset everything now and leave humanity to our own devices. I’m sure we can take down this ‘Yaldaboth’ with or without you.”

He scratched his chin, “Yeah, you do in at least two of the timelines. But there are infinite possibilities, and I’d sleep more peacefully knowing humanity was safe. Besides, where’s the fun-loving smutty adventure the people paid for?”

Before I could really lay into him about his stupid plan, my forehead was grabbed by his glowing palm.

“Fuck it, I don’t really need to worry. You’ve already made yourself more susceptible to wanting a harem. And I wonder who you’ll pick to give to your guy friends? Hehe, I think things are going to work out fine. But we've spent too long on exposition avenue, and I wanna show you the wonders of giving into temptation, so why don’t we just lower those inhibitions for a spell as we unfreeze these sisters?”

I tried to slash at him, but it was too late. The world flashed pure white. A burning in my retinas that left those floating eye marks as I blinked in pain.

Benzaiten was gone, and time had resumed in his absence. Leaving a stain of confusion in me, and the three in front of me. All of whom were clearly surprised their Megidolans had no effect on me.

"Trickster? What... what happened?"

Their faces tense as I began looking over at them once more. A feeling of confidence finding me as I felt my cock begin to swell.

You know, a thought occurs...

Weren't they going to kill me?

For next to no reason at all, these three sexy ladies were ready to end my life without a second of restraint in their actions. All to defeat a God that just wanted to help humanity with fun.

I think they need to be taught a lesson.

"Actually, I have a few questions for you..."

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Actual Velvet Room smut coming next chapter as Ren's wild side is unleashed.

Hopefully the Benzaiten stuff was interesting at least. It'll lead to a different kind of smut story than what was written in the earlier chapters, but with this characterization of Ren I kinda had to evolve it. He already had to go kicking and screaming into smut world with Benzaiten's help, lol.

Also a hypothetical question, after one of his latest rules, who do you want the non-Ren guy characters to end up with? I've got vague plans, but am just curious to hear if anyone has any preferences. If there's a massive outcry for Ryuji x Ohya then I'll see what I can do, lol. This includes making them have non-named gfs too, which I think I'm going to avoid but assume some would prefer, so Ren can mega-harem it up.