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The Osiris Gambit – A Banquet of Fallen Gods

The hidden vault door groaned open beneath Jezebel Montanelli’s trembling fingers, the biometric scanner flashing green as her father’s stolen credentials overrode the security protocols.

"W-Wait, we can't be in here! Dad will kill us both if he... Fuck, I'm sorry ok, I will do anything!!"

Too late.

The air that rushed out was colder than the grave, carrying the scent of dust, myrrh, and something far older—something that made the Osiris Ring pulse hungrily against Stefano’s finger.

Breed

Dominate

Conquer

Something was resonating with the antediluvian relic's fallen divinity.__

"P-Please," Jezebel whispered, her voice slurred from the Ring’s influence, her pupils dilated black with mindless obedience. "Don’t make me—"

Stefano silenced her with a glance, his golden eyes gleaming in the dim light. The serpent mark on her inner thigh burned crimson, its coils tightening in time with the incubus' corrupt will.

"You betrayed me once, slut." he murmured, running a clawed finger down her cheek. "Now you’ll serve our Great Work."

The vault stretched before them—a cavernous gallery of stolen divinity.

The Reliquary of the Damned

Enrico Montanelli’s private collection was not merely priceless.

It was blasphemous.

Neon-lit display cases lined the vault walls, each containing artifacts that hummed with residual power. A Sumerian cuneiform tablet pulsed with the fading echo of a harvest god’s last prayer. A Shang dynasty bronze vessel oozed dark liquid that moved against gravity. A Moche sacrificial knife still gleamed as if freshly blooded after two millennia.

And the Osiris Ring screamed for them all.

Stefano stepped forward, his shadow stretching unnaturally long behind him. The Ring’s hunger was a living thing now, a yawning void in his gut that demanded to be fed.

"At last," he breathed.

The Feast of Godsparks

He reached for the nearest relic—a Babylonian terracotta demon mask. The moment his fingers brushed the cracked surface, the Ring flared.

A soundless shriek filled the vault as the mask disintegrated, its clay body crumbling to ash. A wisp of golden light—a godspark, the last fading ember of whatever minor deity had once been bound to the artifact—was sucked into the Ring.

Stefano gasped as the energy hit him.

It was like drinking liquid fire. Power surged through his veins, his muscles locking as the Ring’s legacy unfolded in his mind:

Incubus Shadow Clone – A fragment of his consciousness given flesh, capable of independent action for limited time

Soul Detection (Eye of Horus, Embryonic) – The barest glimpse into the spiritual fabric of the world, seeing souls as faint auroras

Soul Collection (Basic Necromancy) – The ability to harvest and contain recently departed spirits

Jezebel whimpered, backing away as Stefano’s shadow rippled, splitting into two distinct silhouettes that grinned back at her with too many teeth.

"Oh God," she choked.

Stefano laughed. "Finally."

The Devouring

One by one, he moved through the vault, the Ring consuming the relics with ravenous abandon:

A Javanese kris dagger, its wavy blade whispering of blood rituals—absorbed

An Olmec jade figurine with hollow eyes that wept black tears—devoured

An Etruscan funerary urn still sticky with sacrificial resin—claimed

With each godspark consumed, Stefano’s power grew. His shadow clones multiplied, their half-formed bodies slithering along the walls like living stains. The embryonic Eye of Horus in his left pupil dilated, revealing Jezebel’s soul—a sickly, gilded thing, its surface crawling with the leech-like spirits of her past sins.

And then—

The centerpiece.

A life-sized statue of Osiris himself, carved from black diorite, its hollow eyes staring into eternity.

The Ring shrieked in recognition.

Stefano reached out—

The Awakening

The moment his fingers touched the statue’s chest, the vault shuddered.

Darkness erupted from the idol’s mouth—a torrent of black smoke that coiled around Stefano like a lover. The shadow clones howled in unison as the energy flooded into them, their forms solidifying into perfect duplicates of Stefano himself.

Jezebel screamed as one of the clones turned to her, its golden eyes burning with hungry malice.

"S-Stefano—?"

The clone licked its lips. "Not quite."

Stefano, meanwhile, felt the final piece click into place.

The Ring’s voice—a sound like a tomb door grinding open—echoed in his mind:

"MORE."

The Aftermath

When Enrico Montanelli’s security team found Jezebel the next morning, she was curled in a fetal position in the empty vault, her fingers dripping with her own creamy pussy juice from trying to scrape the incubus crest from her thigh had only led to a night of relentless squirting orgasms.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY TREASURES!?!??!? DAMMIT WHAT AM I PAYING YOU FUCKERS FOR!?"

The old billionaire was about to go crazy, decades of smuggling and counterfeiting gone down the drain.

The relics were gone.

The statue of Osiris was gone.

And the security footage showed only static—except for one single frame, where multiple Stefano’s grinned at the camera, their eyes burning like dying suns.

"Enough... Contact the Abyss Hunters."

The old man had it, his raspy baritone now ice cold with simmering rage.

"Sir, is it really necessa..."

*BANG!*

The security guard dropped to the floor, a pool of blood blooming beneath him.

There was no more hesitation now, things had gone beyond their grasp already.