A Walk Along the River

A loan groan escaped John’s lips as his vision slowly returned to him. At first, everything was a blur of dark colors to him, but it soon corrected to two completely different sights. The first sight was that of a stone floor that was barely lit. The second, and far more interesting sight, was that of a plump ass that jiggled with each step. It was at this moment that John realized that the person this ass belonged to was carrying him over her shoulder.

I wonder where I am... thought John as he looked around. He quickly determined that he was in some sort of underground cave system since the floor, walls, and roof were all rock. There was one thing that stood out to John, and that was the greenish river that flowed next to them as he was carried parallel to the river. There looks to be something inside the river, I just can’t make it out, thought John as he stared into its greenish hue. The river gave John the chills as he saw whatever was in the river moved closer to the surface.

Whatever was in the water made its way to the surface of the river. John looked on as the creature began to work its way out of the water. He watched as the water tension struggled to keep the creature in before it eventually broke, which gave John his first clear look at what was in the water. John’s jaw dropped as he watched a soul popped out of the river. John lost it.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” he screamed as he struggled against the powerful grip of the person who held him.

“Awake finally? Good,” said a cold voice before he was tossed against the wall. John let out a grunt as he watched the cloaked woman raise her hand and a scythe appeared. With a quick swipe of her weapon, the soul was cleaved in two and fell into the river. “Nobody escapes Styx!” growled the voice as she turned and walked towards John. For a moment John was scared as he watched her walk towards him but his fears were somewhat alleviated as she dismissed her weapon.

“So uh... are you ****?” John asked weakly as the woman stopped in front of John and looked down at him.

“I’m a ****, but not the ****,” she said, her voice as cold as a dead body. “Since you’re awake, you can walk the rest of the way. Follow,” she said as she turned and continued down the path. “And don’t stare at my ass!” she said in the same tone as before yet a chill ran down John’s spine as he quickly averted his gaze away from her ass.

“R-right! I’m coming!” John said as he quickly got up and caught up to the woman. “So uh, who are you?” asked John curious as to why he was walking along the River Styx along side a grim reaper.

“I am Mictecacihuatl. I was once worshiped by the Aztecs as their goddess of ****. Today, I’m worshiped as the lady of the dead by the same area. Different name but same goal: all souls that believe in me shall be reaped by me,” explained Mictecacihuatl. “While you do not believe in me, a greater power than I have declared your soul to be reaped, so I reaped. Now you shall meet that power. Come, we are close,” she said as they closed in on a well lit room at the end of the road and where the river seemed to flow into.

“Oh… I uh see,” John said, slightly confused. “So you’re a god of **** but not the main god of ****? And that god of **** said to reap my soul. So you killed that valk-”

“I did not kill her, merely incapacitated her,” corrected Mictecacihuatl.

“Oh, well that’s good,” John said with a sigh of relief.

“I would have but I would have risked the wrath of Gaia,” added Mictecacihuatl.

“Oh… yeah… that makes sense I guess...” John replied. “So is that really the River Styx?”

“Yes. All souls who believe in an afterlife come to the River Styx after being reaped by a reaper of that area. Once in the river, they flow to the Styx Marsh. There, they will be sorted into whatever afterlife they believe in based on their own preconceived notions. Quite a few send themselves to some realm of ****. It’s rather amusing,” said the goddess of **** with a hint of joy in her voice. John figured she must be smiling or smirking at the thought of people sending themselves to hell, but it was impossible to tell with her skull face mask on. John decided to give the goddess a once over now that he could actually see all of her.

Mictecacihuatl wore a black cape over herself but John could peak through the opening in the front to notice she wore a black top that only covered the front and back of her chest and not the sides. Thus John was able to see her generous side boob that the garment gave her.

She must be packing at least FFs! thought John. She wore some sort of purple scarf around her neck that draped a bit over the top of her breasts and shoulders. It did match her purple ankle left skirt that had a very, very generous slit on both sides. The cloth practically just flapped around under her cloak. What was more interesting was her gauntlets, belt, and mask. Her gauntlets were black with what appeared to be a skeletal hand on them. Her belt looked to be black leather with a small skull with a purple feather at the top, with various bones all the way around. She wore less a mask and more a mouth guard or breathing mask looking device created out of bone. Her jet black hair flowed behind her as if an invisible wind blew through it. John guessed the hair was at least down to the top of her ass, perhaps even longer. It was hard to tell with it constantly moving. Her hair contrasted with her light blue skin.

Huh. Guess if she’s a goddess of ****, she should probably be the same color of a dead body, right? Well that or like a skeleton makes sense. If not for his knowledge of her being a goddess and maybe dead, John would find her very attractive.

Error! Unable to use Observe because you are dead. Please revive to be able to use powers!

“Well, that’s a bit disconcerting,” John said aloud without really thinking.

“What is?” asked his guide.

“Oh uh, turns out my powers don’t work cause I’m dead,” John informed the goddess.

“Of course they wouldn’t. Gaia’s reach does not extend here. This is the domain of the dead and as such, only ****’s power reigns supreme,” said a voice from the entrance of what appeared to be a grand temple.

“Exactly,” replied Mictecacihuatl. “John Newman, this is Izanami, the goddess of **** that governs over Asia,” informed Mictecacihuatl in a matter of fact tone.

“Dear sister, why must you always be so cold? You should come with me to the Abyss some time. You can always find some man or woman to have fun with before you slit their throats and reap them!” said the goddess with a twisted smile on her face.

“I may be cold, sister, but at least I have all of my faculties,” retorted Mictecacihuatl as the two stared each other down.

“Hehehehe HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SO FUNNY SISTER!” cried the Japanese goddess before she turned into a blackish fog and rushed past the two and up the pathway John and Mictecacihuatl had just traversed. John did not say a word. He was unsure as to how to process what he had just seen. The two stood in quiet contemplation for a few moments before Mictecacihuatl broke the silence.

“Her **** and abandonment by her husband shattered her mind. She is slowly becoming a problem. I’m sure at some point myself and the others will have to deal with her in a rather bloody fashion,” answered Mictecacihuatl to questions John had but did not ask. Come, we are nearly at the throne,” she said as she walked towards the other end of the temple. It was there, on a throne of skulls sat a form that, except for the face that John could barely make out, was made out of nothing more than shadows.

“JOHN NEWMAN, COME BEFORE ME AND LEARN WHY YOU HAVE BEEN BROUGHT HERE!” bellowed a powerful voice from the figure on the throne.