When Summons You

“John Newman, do you know who I am?” asked a feminine sounding voice. John looked at the blackish smoky creature on the throne and could not make out if it was truly as female as it sounded or if it was just trying to disarm John as he appeared to be in some form of hell.

“Well, based on the river of souls, this elaborate temple that seems to be decorated with various **** rituals, and the fact that I’ve met two gods of ****, I’m gonna go with you’re the literal embodiment of ****?” asked John, who was quite sure he was correct.

“Very good, John Newman. I see why Gaia chose you,” the creature said as it rose from the throne and began to approach John. Its form quickly coalesced into a mature, motherly form. John looked over the figure before him. ****’s lower half seemed to still be a mostly mist-like substance until about the waist. From the waist up, she took on the look of a woman. She wore a form-fitting bodysuit that hugged her body well. She had a respectable C-cup bust that seemed to have a skeleton pin to hold her shadowy cloak that draped over her shoulders and back. She wore a hood that covered her head but did not stop her long, white hair from flowing down her body. Her face was pale and her irisless, white eyes seemed to dig into John’s very soul to see everything he had done and possibly what he could do. When she stood across from him, John could not help but blurt out a question.

“So, which dead god are you? Cause I’ve seen a few here and I know there are plenty more from various religions around the world. So why are you in charge?” he asked rather blatantly and uncouthly.

“I. Am. Every. God. Of. ****,” said the creature as John watched the woman shift into various forms. He recognized a few of the forms, such as Anubis, Mara, and Samael with many others John did not know. With each word she spoke she would transform into another example of a god of **** with each word she spoke in that sentence. “As for the gods you’ve seen, they are my daughters for I gave birth to them, yet they are also a part of me. Think of it like Christianity’s idea that Jesus was both a man and the son of God, for it is the same process. They are wholly unique creatures yet are still a form of me that I have given life,” explained the embodiment of **** before John.

“I, uh, I see...” was all John could say as he processed the new information he had received.

“I shall stay in this form, however, since you seem to like it,” it said as it watched John struggle to take in all it had told him. “You may refer to me as ‘Lady ****’ if you wish. It is an appropriate title,” she said to John, who just nodded in response. “Good, now you have met my first two daughters, Mica and Izzy.”

John listened as Lady **** gave what appeared to be loving nicknames to Mictecacihuatl and Izanami. John could feel the love of a mother referring to her daughters with the words she spoke, but it soon turned dark as she continued.

“My poor Izzy seems to be slowly losing her mind to her tragic past. But that is a problem for another time. There are two more daughters you have not yet met: Hel and Smierc. I’m sure you will meet them in due time, but for now, we have other business to discuss. Do you know why you are here?” she asked John as the two walked to her throne.

“I do not, other than I probably died in battle just now?” John simultaneously answered and asked a question.

“You died, yes, but it was not a final ****. You can easily be restored by a god of life or **** if they so please,” answered Lady **** as she sat on her throne once again. A chair made of bone rose from the ground in front of John. Once it had completely formed, Lady **** motioned for John to sit with her hand and, not wanting to insult the one who most likely held his resurrection in her hands, quickly sat.

“I’m sure you have already deduced that my daughters and I can revive you. The question is: should we revive you?” mused the mature looking lady.

“Of course! I need to stop Lord Brighton and protect my friends and family!” John exclaimed as he nearly jumped out of the seat to explain his case. It was only when the older woman rose her hand to stop him, did John settle down in his seat and spoke no more.

“I am well aware of why you fight. I also know why Gaia gave you the powers she did.” When John heard those words his face scrunched up as he head turned to the side a little bit. This news caused John to rack his brain as to why and how Lady **** would know this. As far as John was told, sometimes Gaia gets bored and gives a person magical powers. Did Gaia have ulterior motives to give him powers? Did she want him to be a champion for her or something? Is his reality breaking ability to gain power a way to prepare him for some fight? John’s mind raced with these questions and more as he attempted to figure out what Gaia’s plan for him was.

“I can see that you are wondering about what Gaia’s motives are. How about instead of guessing what they are, I’ll just tell you,” said Lady **** as she watched John rack his brain for answers.

“You’d...you’d do that? Why?” asked John, not entirely sure he should believe what she would say.

“Simple: Gaia and I share the same goal. I can see why she chose you for this. Your unique magical abilities make you a perfect candidate for it. Although I can see she hoped you would slowly learn your powers and gain power and strength slowly so you could better acclimate to it. But, we have just seen that her plan has failed,” explained the mature MILF as she spoke to John.

“Wait, what are you saying, exactly?” asked John, who now formed an idea of what Gaia’s plans for him could be.

“What I am saying, John Newman, was you were supposed to kill Lord Brighton, corrupter of the Golden Rose and destroyer of the balance of life!” exclaimed Lady ****.

“I was...supposed to kill Lord Brighton?” John asked in a soft tone as his last moments replayed over and over again in his mind. “The fight I lost...” he mumbled as he felt the blade of his enemy pierce his body once again.

“Gaia may have failed with her plan, but now we can execute my plan. Tell me, John Newman, do you wish to be reborn with the power needed to stop Lord Brighton and fulfill your destiny?!” asked Lady ****, her voice full of authority as it echoed through the throne room.