Yes back to the storm

The Condiment Wizard looked around himself with a bit of a blush and pride. There were six beautiful ones lying around him, covered in his cum, unconscious with faces of pure pleasure written on them. It has been a wild side show; in fact, the only reason the seventh woman was still up beside him was because she was a very Chinese speedster and had made her recover quickly from the fun.

Though she was still covered in his cum, though she wore it like a badge of honor, which was arousing and embarrassing in equal measures. He started to get hard again at the sight of her. " No get it together Condiment Wizard you have great spells to do not more women." Condiment Wizard shouted at himself getting back in task. He looked at Avery with a stern look. He simply stated one word."Clean." In the next moment she was in a clean Qiapo without a drop of cum anywhere on her.

Now with his lust, handheld Condiment Wizard made his way back to the tower Klarion had provided him. He was walking back when Avery appeared before him. "Master my I?" Avery asked, and Condiment Wizard nodded, figuring she wanted to help. She did as she grabbed him and put him back in the room he'd been casting his red thundercloud head spell. Not a second late either, as Klarion appeared with Teekl in toe.

" Hey best buddy your little clouds have found something very interesting." Klarion stared, which caused Condiment Wizard to give a raised eyebrow in response, clearly wondering what he was getting at. Klarion quickly explained the exciting Condiment Wizard with the opportunity to use his condiment magic to turn a servant of necromancy and Hecate into one of life and him.

" We must start at once!" Condiment Wizard said excited that this would be his chance to not only prove himself better then a goddess but bear the Goddess of magic with his own magic. He could never call himself a dark wizard of he did not take advantage of this opportunity. He quickly took control of the large red thunder cloud shaped into a massive head. He moved it towards Hecate's great necropolis.

Soon enough it was floating over the raging battle between his cloud angels and the undead that called it the great necropolis home. Its guardian and ruler was putting up the most fight. The condiment wizard was just about to deal with it when it occurred to him he could only shoot red lighting and shout out thunderclaps. He had no way to bring life to the great necropolis below with red lightning.

This was a major fuck-up on his part, and he was trying to figure out how to deal with it. As he looked at his ketchup magic for a moment, swirling around him, the answer quickly occurred to him. Thunderstorms don't just produce lightning and thunder; they also produce rain. He quickly pulled out his idol, wanting to power it up. He then quickly created a combined ball of tartar sauce, sauerkraut and blue cheese.

Once the balm of white condiments had reached massive size, he poured it into the ketchup that was powering the thunder cloud spell. It was quickly absorbed into the spell and his giant red thunder cloud head cried tears of white. The white rain fall on everything in the great necropolis. Though none notice at first to busy fighting to notice the first few drops fall on then.

Soon enough it wasn't a few drops of white it was a water fall and all of the undead started to fall to the night of the white rain. The guardian and leader resisted the best. It was an avatar of necromancy itself hlbut in the end it wasn't enough and Condiment Wizard stood there in awe of the rapid changes to the great necropolis changing forever more into something else. Something that was far more alive.

The goddesses of Themyscira talked about how best to repair their city. They also talked about how they had been cut off from Paradise Island during the siege of it. They wondered who had done it how to make sure it didn't happen again and his they'd even been able to do it to began with. They talked and the bickered about the whole situation. All of them did except one as she had other things to do.

Their was no trail to follow nothing to link who was responsible to the attack. Nor where to find out where they had gone to next. This would be the end of the line for most but most was not who was tracking. It was Artemis goddess of the hunt herself who was in pursuit. She was a vengeful goddess always had been always would be but this revenge she felt would be the sweetest she had ever gotten.

For not only had someone raised an army and attacked the island under her protection as well as the other Goddessess. They had used an army of creatures that were sick parodies of nature which was part of her domain. They had also taken young women to degrade and steal purity from in a scene of mass debauchary. The only thing the attackers had not mocked or defiled in their attack that was under authority was the hunt itself.

She rode her golden chariot high in the sky where no mortal could see her. The four mystical deer that pulled her chariot helping find a trail. In the end it was a faint trail of magic and chaos but she found it and quickly followed it. She crossed Mediterranean sea and the nations of Greece and Turkey. Now put of Europe she crossed the middle east.

She crossed the desert countries of Turkmenistan, Pakistan and Afghanistan. Now across the middle east she entered into asia through India traveling from its south to its North where the great Himalayan mountains awaited. Artemis sat the great red thunderstorm a desperate attempt to mimic her father's great lighting storms no doubt. She got to the first mountain and got off her golden chariot stowing it and the deer in a cave none would find but her.

She then moved through the snow avoiding sudden avalanches and the patrols of false cloud angels. Another mockery of the divine their maher would pay for Artemis would he sure of that. She slowly bit by bit made it to where she needed to be to get her prey. Her bow of holy gold and the special arrow she had prepared for the defiler in her hand's aching to be used.

She found the cave entrance to the fallen ship of the stars. She loved quietly but sticky bypassing all detection and easily getting around all the patrols. So room by room and hallway by hallway she closed in her prey. Eventually she saw him high in a damaged tall building controling powers no doubt far beyond him. A lord of chaos to the her targets right.

" So it was one of chaos games then!" Artemis whispered to herself harshly but in the end pawn or mastermind he would pay for what he had done. The raise the bow took aim and slowly pulled back the string an arrow of gold glinted in the light betraying what it would do with its bright shine. It was no regular arrow of gold it was one of despair and pain. It had disease in it so that when it hit the defiler would be in a slow agonizing death for months for what he did.

A just punishment, as she was concerned for daring to mess with the gods and their affairs. She took a breath and shot as ready as she could have it. She was about to let the string go when something occurred—a danger she had forgotten to account for. When a hunter is about to make the kill and assured of their own strike, that is when they are at their most vulnerable.

In a single moment the arrow was on the ground and the bow taken from her. Artemis dangler in the air gripped by her throat. " Now I believe you have better uses then as an assassin." Overmachine said with a dark chuckle then proceeded to carry away a dark fate in mind for the goddess of the hunt. One her fellow gods and goddesses would learn letter much to their horror.