It’s time to become the Goddess of Evil!

After a few years of musing about what would be the most titillating scenario to explore all the wonderful ways that almighty control of the Universe can be used to **** and torment the helpless and the weak, you decide that you’re going to go the direct route and incarnate on this version of Earth as the Goddess of Evil. Oh sure, it’s a little on the nose, but who’s going to judge? You’re GOD. You can do that sort of thing, and besides, the last half-billion eternities you’ve done in a row, you were benevolent for all of them. It’s about time for a little me time. A little self-indulgence.

And there’s no better self-indulgence then pure, unadulterated villainy.

With a cruel smile on lips that just formed out of the either, you begin to assemble your avatar. Powerful, muscled thighs. An ass that can literally crack diamonds. A stomach that for the moment is smooth and flat, but can become a hardened washboard with just a flick of your mind. Breasts that are at once buoyant and swaying with mass. A thin neck rising to a haughty chin and high cheeks, your eyes coal black but for the burning red rings of your irises. Your hair falls like golden waves across your milky smooth cheeks, and your lips are red as blood.

And of course, you have an enormous, iron-hard cock.

But where to incarnate first?

Ah, hell, you wanted intimate and cruel and then you went and became a Goddess again. Why not have both?

With a nasty smile, you appear out of thin air behind Jessica Chaste, age 20, as she showered in her sorority’s shower room. Was it a little weird that they had a communal shower room in a sorority house? No, you decided. On this world that was going to be perfectly normal. You like a target rich environment.

Your powerful fingers easily circle Jessica’s thin neck and crimp it shut, skin and tendons stretching and deforming to accommodate your impossibly strong grip without bursting. You squeeze her neck down to a pencil width as her body spasms in your grip and she frantically paws at your fingers. Her head should have popped off by now, but you’re in a mean mood so you’ve made her both immortal and supernaturally resilient. There's a lot of fun things you can do to a scared mortal who doesn't understand why she's suddenly become a living cartoon.

“Welcome to the end of the world, bitch.”