She meets you.

Tracer watched as memories unfolded around her. Some where her own but other weren’t. Not really anyway. She saw memories of herself in other timelines. Different choices, different lives. Sometimes even different worlds all together.

At one moment she was at Gibraltar, her own memory. Next she was a maid in a world that revolved around steam engines. Next she was shown a world where she had never escaped Reaper after Talon had made their modifications.

She was shown so much more, while she fell through nothingness. Tracer had been here before, after the incident that gave her, her powers. But something was off this time. It felt like something was watching her.

“Who is there?” she asked into the void. Her fall was abruptly halted, the memories on display stopped in a single picture.

Then your voice rang through time. “Interesting.” You said. “Apparently you being here made it possible for you to sense me.”

Tracer looked for the origin of you voice, she wouldn’t find it, you are omnipotent after all. But to make it easier for her you took the form of Jack Morrison, otherwise known as Soldier 76, in his better years.

“Jack?” Tracer shouted. “How is it even possible?” Your answer came swift. “It isn’t I merely took his form.”

“Then who are you?” Tracer asked. “I am more of a concept than an actual person, an extension of another’s will if you may.” You answered. She didn’t understand you expected as much. “For simplicities sake, let’s say I am another world’s god.”

“That sounds pretty stupid, love.” Tracer said. You smiled “It is. But to prove it to you how is this?”

A small unnecessary gesture and Tracer was suddenly moaning. Her brain was assaulted by waves of pure pleasure, slowly adding to each other. Her whole body burned as otherworldly passion ate away at her mind. Tracer tried to push away the source of that pleasure but there was nothing to touch. Instead every little movement rubbed her clothes against her over sensitive skin, only adding more pleasure to the torturous ecstasy.

Ever so slowly the pleasure magnified itself, each now wave of pleasure bringing her closer until she could no longer hold herself back. She bit her lip to hold back her moans as she came, a wet spot between her legs slowly increasing in size with each passing moment.

The orgasm ended as abruptly as the pleasure came and Tracer was left panting while floating in time.

“Okay, I believe you.” Tracer said after catching her breath. “Were you then one who started all of this?”

“No, I didn’t start all of this.” You answer truthfully, “I however did manipulate certain outcomes.”

“Like the kind of modification Talon gave me?” she asked. “Yes, some of my interventions aren’t all that subtle.”

“Are you also to blame for me getting so horny these days?”

“No, that is an outcome that I didn’t know would happen for sure.” Tracer looked confused. “I thought you are a god, shouldn’t you be, you know, be all knowing?”

“I knew, but I didn’t” you answer. Tracer was still confused. “To explain how exactly this works would take too much time. But to put your question to rest: I am not to blame for you going into heat in that orgy, it was your decision to partake and if you are honest with yourself you knew that already.”

Tracer knew that you were right. She had waited for Winston’s conformation on the matter but a God telling her that she had changed was enough to convince her. The two of you then spent a few moments in silence before Tracer blurted out her final question. “And what now?”

You chuckle.

“An excellent question. Let me extend that.”