The Valerian Dominion, Capital city Aurelion.
Sat on his grand throne, the God Emperor Tharion Elbrecht overlooked a congregation of priests, kneeling at the front: a plump man in pallium and pontifical vestnts, his golden necklace bearing the holy cross.
"Your Imperial Majesty, Archbishop Estan IV Belfor kneels before you to bask in your endless radiance in these testing tis to beg for your rciful grace."
Tharion’s lips twitched, grinning at the funny little fat man.
’Do you think I cannot see the greed and desires oozing from your body fat with opulence and vanity?’
However, hiding his disdain, the God Emperor cocked his head to the side, letting it rest on the soft cushioning of the frowning Goddess’s breasts beside him.
Aphrodite’s expression froze montarily the mont his weight pressed against her, quickly covering her mouth to stifle the unbecoming moan.
Tharion enjoyed this reaction; his right hand slipped between her thighs, while hidden from others’ view by her divine raints. He glanced up at her elegant face twisted with sha and sneered. "Don’t make noise, you’re here to entertain , woman."
"Estan IV"
"Y-Yes, Your Majesty?!"
The plump man lifted from his knees with the flesh under his chin wobbling with each word or action, ’a man said to have great wisdom and knowledge, able to see into the truth of the divine...’ Tharion recalled the rumours about this greedy old man. ’Yet he cannot look into a mirror and see his hideous figure.’
"You said a fatal disease is spreading through the lower docks?"
Though considering himself a God Emperor, Tharion wasn’t immortal, much like the goddess serving him like a bar wench, or the god of war currently training his troops under the searing hot sun.
"Y-Yes... that’s right—"
"Enough dithering, stop blabbering my title and tell more, I want to know the details."
Snap!
He cracked his fingers with a yawn.
A mass of black energy burst beside him, and a tall, exotically captivating woman appeared out of nowhere, standing beside him, her skin dark and exotic, with long, pointed ears.
She wore a long black silk dress with a deep leg slit revealing her plump thighs. The delicate material clung to her exaggerated chest, squishing the heavy flesh slightly, causing it to overflow from the plunging neckline. The elf held a black staff, covered in bright, blooming flowers, curved slightly with a glowing athyst embedded at the top.
The God Emperor didn’t even look at Estan IV again and flicked his gaze to the beautiful dark elf leaning against his throne with a bored expression.
"Vel’nora, have you analysed the cause?"
Vel’nora, the dark elf, gazed at the God Emperor, yet unlike the humans, the priests or even the goddess, she showed him no reverence. She slowly rolled her eyes, tapping her staff on the floor with three resonating thuds.
Her eyes widened montarily before her pupils shrank and she staggered two steps back, with blood leaking from her nose.
She then glared at the God Emperor.
"Tharion! You’ve called for sothing far too dangerous. How are you going to repay for this damn recoil?"
For a mont, the people inside the throne all held their breaths, expecting this woman to be killed on the spot for her blasphemy.
Estan IV, sensing his lowering prestige in the God Emperor’s eyes, pulled himself up using his white staff and pointed at the sultry woman.
"You! How dare you, a filthy dark elf, call his radiance’s na so lightly! Repent for your blasphemous actions and foul existence, and you might still be—Argh?!"
A burst of light slamd into his chest.
The force sent his body flying across the room while rotating multiple tis, slamming against a white pillar and bending into a "
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