Of gods and men

"Okay, what do you know about succubus legends and myths?" John shrugged signaling the fact that he didn't even know those existed in the first place.

"Well, I better start with those then. You see, in the world I come from we have only 6 gods. The all mother Gaia who created the realm and five gods who each created a race. I won't bore you with their names cause you won't ever meet them. Cause they never do stuff. They are absent from the realm for eons. However, there is a legend that the gods sometimes pick champions. Selected few who they reveal themself to and if they do well, they let the champions absorb some of their godly essence. And if they do, then the mortal becomes divine. It's been over 5000 years since the last divine succubus, though." John nodded, still confused.

"Okay, so what does it mean to be divine? And how did a God find you here and why did they pick you. And even if they did, how did you already become worthy?" Layklé laughed at that question.

"They didn't. He did," she pointed at the Hero Maker who promptly explained.

"In our realm there are so many gods John, it is absurd. Every religion is right in itself, they all exist. The Christs, the Muslims and even the ancient gods like Thor, Ares and Odin. All gods exist. And I killed some of them. Well, not killed. I ate them. And absorbed their godly essence. So as I tested some things with Layklé, she must have absorbed some of it and became divine." Said succubus nodded extatic.

"Okay, that explains the how, even though I have no idea how one can eat gods, but what about the other question? What does it mean?"

She chuckled. He had never seen her this happy, not even after she killed Frank and was power drunk. She never was this eager before. She was basically bursting in good mood.

"Well, we only had myths and legends to go on but we experimented. The first thing was that with every boost of powers I will grow wings now and soon be able to fly. Pretty cool, huh?" John raised an eyebrow. If over 10 levels gave her a wing the size of a hand, it would take a lot of power for her to be able to fly. "The second thing was that I should no longer lose energy from... being happy." She described it as indirectly as possible. John didn't get why, as she never had a problem speaking dirty before. "That rumor is half true. It still... affects me, but no longer as much as before. The last one was a complete hoax however. It said I would be as resistant and durable as the god who gave me the power himself. So he tried to stab my heart and could do so without a problem. So there goes that. No invulnerable succubus." She shrugged, just to turn around and hug the Hero Maker, pressing her big bouncing breasts against his chest.

"Thank you so much for all this." She leaned forward and John was about to give the two of their private space but just before her lips touched his cheek, Layklé pulled back and giggled like a school girl. "So what did you come here for." Oh right. Yeah. That...

"Well, divine Layklé, I need you to make a choice. You can either form a contract with me again, or I will bring you back to the dimension you came from." The smile on her face fell off like a broken glass out of a window.

"What? You insolent little human dare this? I will stay here on my own, thank you very much. If you only want your slaves around you, I just stay with him instead." She laid her hand around the Hero Maker's side... or she tried only to notice him not longer standing there. John wanted to intervene, that he was only offering this because he thought it would be what she wanted. If she wished to stay, even without a contract, he would not send her away. However, before he could say any of that, the Hero Maker replied to her.

"I am sorry Layklé, but you don't belong in this realm and if the man who brought you here is no longer willing to protect you from the goddesses wrath, case it strikes, then I am not willing to have you. I would be pleased if you stayed, but it must be under John's conditions." Layklé looked as if someone just stole her last piece of (probably cum covered) cake. But as so often before, her mood swang to anger.

"Fine, John tinydick Newman! I will make that stupid contract with you again. But only under one condition. If you are somehow at fault for me losing my divine powers, then I want to be allowed to lick your ass all I want without you fighting back or defending yourself.

"And when you die I want to have nothing bad happen because of it." John swallowed heavily before agreeing. A divine succubus was more powerfull for sure and... Wait. Why did she even want to stay? If a divine succubus is something so rare and powerful then why doesn't she go back to her realm and let herself be fucked by praying monks for all eternity?

Before he could ask more about that, an achievement blocked his view.

He sighed. Yes, he got the point, enslavement equals bad. Gaia wants a nice guy. But couldn't she appreciate that he was trying? Well, now that he thought about it, she was. With 2 Charisma. Nice. Still the question about Layklé remained.

"Say, Layklé... why do you want to stay here?" He asked bluntly to which she blushed. Yes. Layklé, the demon who on her first meeting had introduced herself as 'cocksleave, cum dumpster or fuck bucket' among other things, was now blushing because of a question. Apparently succubi blush on their entire body. Because hers just turned a darkish pink.

"Oh you know... it's just... You see... Because..." But before she could start to make any sense, the Hero Maker grabbed John at the arm and took him aside.

"Listen, John, I have to apologize, too. I made Naomie do what she did. But you have to understand that..." John raised a hand to stop him.

"I am not mad. I am grateful. As horrible as what you did was, I needed it. So don't worry about it anymore. I am glad to know you are sorry, tho." He nodded.

"Well in that case, let us sit down. I have something else I need to tell you. The real reason why we need you for this mission as well as why it was important to get your head straight before we get there." John's interest peeked up at those possible revelations. Almost out of an old habit, he thought that he still was here to collect information. He quickly corrected himself. This was no video game and he wouldn't get a choice between parties before the first act was over like in classic RPGs. He was here and therefore he had chosen.

"Based on what we could tell about you, you have a scan ability, is that right?" the Hero Maker asked and John nodded, not feeling the need to go in detail about observe. "Well, have you used it on the heroes yet?" John wanted to nod again, certain that he did at first but then he stopped himself.

"I... haven't? Why have I not done that? I usually observe everyone around me after a few minutes at last, if not instantly. I know I used it on you but you changed the results." He chuckled as he was reminded of that.

"You didn't do it because we have a filter. One of the heroes gave all of his colleagues the protection. He can't give it to himself or me but the rest got it. It makes people assume they already got all the info they want about them. It breaks once they get asked about it like you just did." He explained with a smile.

"Cool. Can you give me that filter as well?" He asked, uncertain if he even needed it. But if they were offering, John wasn't one to deny it.

"No, sorry. The point is that you don't have it. You will understand in a second. Please scan one of them." He gestured towards the open door, in front of which John could see Naomie walking next to Nadine's wheelchair. He focussed on the powerhouse Naomie and used observe.

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