Nightmares & Dreamscapes

“Maybe you do have what it takes, bub.”

Loki. Which means you’re dreaming again.

“I dunno, I thought it was hawt!” That bubbly voice comes from your least favorite bimbo.

“Don’t listen to them, hon. You did what you had to do. I know it rips you up inside, but you need to keep your eyes on the prize.” Your patroness Eris. Who’d have ever thought that the goddess of Discord would be the most sympathetic voice?

You open your eyes and they’re all three sitting on the waterbed. Loki with his superior smirk. Eris is lightly stroking your hair. Aphrodite has four fingers shoved up herself and is staring at you with a weird expression.

“I might just have to reconsider you man, you’re pretty damn cold blooded. I didn’t think you had it in you to mindfuck those lezzie cunts.” Loki takes a hit off his big smelly stogie. The smoke smells vaguely of electrical fires. “Plus their mom! And that Tammy is a hot little piece of ass. You keep this up and you’ll be a real player.”

The Bimbo Goddess keeps on paddling the pink canoe, “Ooooo! I LUUURV what you did to Tammy! Can you do me like that?”

Eris rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath. “Stupid bitch.” She redirects her attention to you. “Babe, trouble is coming. You need to build up your strength. Keep doing what you are now and you and those you care for might just survive it. Your Nemesis has a lot of power-“

“You should know, Chaos-cunt. You created that bastard.” Loki’s scarred grin belies his words. That ginger giant is enjoying this.

Eris flushes, clearly embarrassed, as you speak for the first time to your three divine watchers. “Care to explain, ‘babe’?”

It’s pretty clear that Eris isn’t used to being put on the spot. She fumbles with her words, starting and stopping while you stare at those eyes that shine like stars in the void. Finally she finds her words. “Jimmy, it was a long time ago. I didn’t know what would happen, and we were still experimenting with the nature of the Multiplier. You might have guessed that it works with whatever is already present in its User when it grants power, tailoring then to his or her individual needs. Alexander for example needed conquest so it inspired loyalty in his troops and gave him the ability to read the minds of his enemies. Hitler became even more charismatic when he was given it at the first National Socialist meeting he went to. The man who would become Greg Novak started out as a good man. A holy man. I...” She takes a deep breath and seems to ponder her next words. “I gave him the Multiplier. Delivered it by hand. It responded to his faith in the Nailed God, gave him a silver tongue and the ability to quote chapter and verse of Yahweh’s holy book. To lay on hands and heal people. And he used it. Started to build a following. Now I don’t have anything against the Nailed One. His kid had the right idea, be nice to each other. Simple, right? But fucking boring. So I corrupted him.”

She stops to take another breath, and you see actual tears forming in her eyes. She really regrets this. “He became an honest to gods love machine, sticking the largest cock anyone’s ever seen on a mortal into every pussy that would come near him. And he changed. The powers changed. Back then before the digital age Users didn’t have much choice in the powers they got. The Multiplier picked for them, or maybe the idiot side of Yahweh, the Spook did. I don’t know. Omniscience has never been part of my portfolio. Anyway he got pretty big for his boots so they killed him. Right before the Russian Revolution.”

She casts her eyes to the side, “I may have helped. Needless to say, it didn’t stick. He backed Lenin. He gave the Multiplier to Hitler, gave it to Kennedy, gave it to Trump. We watched with interest but we didn’t intervene. Sometime about a half century ago he went dark, changed his name. We eventually found him here as Greg Novak. He was trying to live down his dark past, reform, come back to what he’d been before. He even fell in love.” She turns to look you straight in the eye. “Then your mother got pregnant and he snapped.”

Wait. “What? What does my mother have to do with this?”

Loki pipes up, “Ok, maybe you really are an idiot. Never saw Star Wars?”

The tears are flowing as Eris bends to press her lips to your forehead. “I’m sorry Jimmy. Greg Novak... Grigory Yefimovich Novyck. Grigory Rasputin is your father.”

And then you wake up.

(AN: the below link will take you to Rasputin’s branch of The Affection Multiplier. More Jimmy to come.)