User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Stupidly OP OC

Prompt:Stupidlu OP OC's I had played the part of evil for millenia, since the day I was born the gods had cast me as the ultimate evil. But now I had finished that part. Now it was time for my choice. And the Chief Goddess will pay, and all those who worship her. I appeared on the outskirts, wanting to make this a spectacle. The great Holy City, the seat of the Order's power. I conjured my robes, and the dark mask the gods gave me so long ago. Holding that mask in my hands, it reminded me of all the times I had played the role of the villain. All the times I had 'fallen' to heroes. And now it would shatter along with that role. I slowly approached the gate, the guards on watch keenly appraising me as I approached. Thrusting my arms out, I let the shadows stretch beyond me, solidifying into blades. The archers in the gatehouse made their presence known, and I simply smiled at the 'threat'. "Halt!" One of the guards shouted, levelling his pike at me. My approach didn't stop, and I twirled my blades menacingly. The archers fired, but struck nothing, as I darted through the shadows of night. Appearing next to the guard with the pike I thrust my blade through his chest, armour worthless before my weapon. The other guard slashed at me, again striking nothing but dark vapors. Next I appeared before the archers in the tower, my blades slicing and whirling through them. I faded back down before the final guard, a woman, and I couldn't help but smile. "You will be the first of many." I say, casting her blade aside. I thrust my hand through her chestplate, gripping her heart and flooding it with my dark magic. I saw the look of fear in her eyes as she felt the energy flowing into her. "I know it's scary, that was what they wanted of me. To bring fear for all. But now. Now it's time to show you. Show you what the darkness really holds." Her eyes begin to dull, and her skin pales. A shiny black material started to ooze out of her core, coating her body with dark slime. As it bled around to her back, it spread and coalesced into a collar and gloves, small purple lights springing into life as it solidified. "I... I'm...." I took her chin into my hand and had her look me in the eyes. "You're beautiful. And once you find your husband, you will be even more so." The newly minted night gaunt looked at the men sprawled around the gate. I proceeded into the first layer of the city, lightly guarded, populated by mostly civilians. Rather than strike down the innocents I simply let myself bleed into the shadows of their houses, gently persuading them into the life of monsters. nce upon a time I despised monsters, and their vicious instincts, but the new Demon Lord had reforged them into a new, much more amenable, force. Yet another event brought about by the young Chief Goddess. Every patrol who found me was disposed of before they could make a sound. When I reached the second wall I couldn't help but chuckle. Two solid iron gates, guarded by balistae, catapults and a number of mages. My first targets were the mages, stepping out behind them and stabbing the first. They had just enough time to register my presence before I struck them down. Again I found women among the defenders, and saved them for last. I converted them, mamono of the abyss stemming from my touch. I did much the same passing through the merchants district, but my touch was more agressive against the greedy. As dawn approached I reached the gates of the castle, and the moment I was in sight, they unleashed everything they had at me. Wave after wave of bolts, arrows, spells and flaming stones. I didn't even try to avoid the barrage, just let them think they had me. It hurt. It always does, but it never mattered. I simply drew myself back up from the shadows, my robes solidifying around me. I simply stood there, in the face of their second greatest defence, and smiled. "Your Lady is weak!" I shout, "She cannot contain the monsters. Cannot contain the abyss. Cannot contain me." I draw deep upon my powers, bringing the shadows around me to life and forging them into a wave of power. Sending it forward I watch as the defenders are overcome, shadows flooding through them, darkening their bodies and hearts. As I strode through the castle gates were already devolving into monstrous lust. I walked into the inner keep, where the greatest heroes waited for me. The first I encountered was a woman, standing in the middle of the hall, armour shining with godly light, sword gilded and blessed. As I approached she dropped into a battle stance. "You shall not prevail, Dark One." "I will give you this one chance, since you seem honorable." I draw my blades, smiling. "I will only use my skills, and if you win, I will leave you be." "And if I should lose?" My smile broadens. "Then you will become my own champion, and fight in my name." She frowns at the stakes, but doesn't back down. "Very well. I believe in the Chief God, and my own skills." She stood proud and firm, and I almost felt sorry for the thing. Such a noble soul, serving such a deceptive master. She fought with all the valiancy I would expect from such a powerful hero, but in the end a few thousand years of combat experience, plus my inhuman endurance and agility, the poor thing didn't stand a chance. She knelt before me, beaten, but not broken. I grabbed her sword, filling it with my energy, beore handing it over to her. Once she took it, she was taken by it, turned into a weapon and cursed with a mad lust. Now it was time to finish my work. I carved an easy path through the heroes of the Order, the women becoming powerful monsters, the men falling victim. I stepped into that room ready to meet a fanatic or a coward. Unfortunately for them, they proved to be the former. A coward I could forgive, for a fanatic, there was only one forgiveness. I stuck them down, casting aside all the power the Goddess had given them, before throwing them into a world of darkness, where all things are as nothing. But now I had achieved my goal. I had struck down the Order, claimed their holy city, and gained access to a focal point. A place where I could ascend to the heavens, and meet with the lady herself. I relished in my victory, revelling in the newly made City of Shadows, the woman I'd named my champion proved to be particularly energetic towards me. But I had one more task before me, one last knot to tie before I called myself done. With the focal point, I could forge a bridge between the mortal and divine worlds. I gathered the components, assembled the mages, and performed the ritual. When I stepped through that portal and saw the look of shock and terror on the pantheon, I couldn't have been happier. "You cast me as the villain in your great stories, the darkness to be feared and defeated, a shadow to be burned out by the light." I had to draw deep, bringing forth the darkest depths of my power. "And now, you shall know why I was feared, why I was to be kept at bay." In a single, devastating blast, I shattered the goddess' throne, bathed the heavens in darkness, and forced the one who'd caused my freedom to kneel. "Y-you... cannot do this... this isn't possible...." The chief goddess whimpered, on her knees and helpless before my power. "It is, and it's all thanks to your incompetence. You let the Demon Lord unbalance the cycle, you let the divine pantheon be divided. And you failed to keep my binds in place." I lifted her chin, her divine beauty bringing me no small pleasure. "And you'll be mine, to guide and command, from this day forth. I lean in and kiss her, directly transferring my power, allowing her to feel the subjugation I'd once been held by. "Remove your armour." I whispered into her ear, her eyes were dulled, her mind fogged by my domination of it. She complied, stripping down to nothing before me. "Good, you learn quickly. I am not a cruel master, and I won't force you to give yourself to me, but I will punish you for the acts you and those who came before you committed." And before the entire pantheon of gods, I raise a new throne, the former chief goddess chained to it, naked and by my side. "You will spend two thousand years, chained to this throne, and naked before all." She nodded, the spark coming back to her eyes. "You will pay." She whispered quietly. I merely chuckled. "No, my dear. I have paid far greater prices than this already." I place a hand on her head, stroking her silken hair. "It is your turn to pay." And pay she did. For two thousand years she sat, chained to my throne and watched as I brought the world to peace. Monsters and humans coexisted, humans, elves and even resurfacing dwarves began to have incubus children with monsters, the conception of children was still difficult for monsters, but helped to keep the population stable. After fifteen hundred years the chained goddess realised her place was still as a student, and she spent the last five hundred years of her punishment learning, discovering better ways to command. When finally the chains holding her to my throne were undone, she simply stodd beside me, rather than kneel. "You're free, you know." I said, handing her the gleaming armour. "I am, and my first act of freedom, is to bind myself to your leadership." I smiled, pleased her punishment had worked, my power soaking and converting her heart from stone to shadow, compatible with my own. "Would you do anything I asked of you?" She turned towards me, baring her glory with a smile. "So long as you continue to teach me, I will be yours." I smile and reach up for a kiss, which she eagerly accepts. "Sit upon my lap." As she sat, my robe vanished, allowing her to sit directly on my crotch. "I have been holding back for two thousand years, hoping you would give me your first." She looked at me with adoration. "And you will have it." Two thousand years of watching mortal and divine alike ravish one another was unleashed that day, and the young goddess' screams could be heard back on the mortal plane.